Pressed into Service

As the boat makes its way out to its first run, the individual whom I take has to be the captain steps out, and says to me, "I don't care why you're here, but if you're going to stow aboard my ship, I'm going to put you to work. I'm sure a lovely lass, with such a bountiful pair of tits, is about to grab any skipper's attention. You best not mind getting your hands dirty."

He casually walks over to me, and I stood still, trying to look the part as well as I could. I felt his hand brush my chin, moving my hair out of my face. After a moment's silence, I felt him abruptly yank my skirt off, pulling it swiftly down my legs. I felt it land in a heap at my feet, and I became quite aware of my own nakedness, my legs spread slightly apart as I processed what just happened.

I felt the cool breeze, coming off the sea, as his small craft made its way further out to its first task. I felt goosebumps form on my skin, as my breasts grew hard and all the more obvious as our eyes met. I could see, and feel, as my nipples began to stand out in stark contrast from my body, jutting out like smokestacks from my chest. My breasts shook ever so slightly with the pitch of the ship, and I felt arousal grow in me, my nakedness on open display for so many young, attractive men.

"You won't be needing this. Not where you are going to be heading, that's for sure. Get to the front of the ship, and make sure you can be seen. Think you can manage that?" He asks in a gruff manner, as though trying to keep his thoughts from wandering to more subtle, delicate, not to mention erotic and naughty thoughts brought from my sight. He looked down then, giving me a thorough once-over, his attention pausing a bit too long for comfort on my breasts and shaved thatch. I hold myself still then, enjoying the attention, and I nod when his gaze returns to my face.

"Good. Now get to work. I'd hate to make an attractive young thing like you an example for them on what happens when someone slacks off on board my ship. " He paused then before continuing, in a louder and slightly harsher tone so everyone could hear, "Well, Step to it then! Look alive! We all have our work to do!"

With that, he headed back to the ship's bridge. I watch him leave, my skirt tucked securely now to his belt, blowing at his left side like a trophy he won. I let out a quiet sigh, before stepping onto the front deck, and swiftly grabing ahold of the railing behind me. I spread my legs decently wide to keep my balance as I grow accustomed to the roll of the ship on the water. With my arms now holding onto the metal railing behind me, I realized I had also chosen to make my breasts, already decently sized as they are, stand out that much further for any and all onlookers.

I felt the breeze pick up then, and with it all the more goosebumps, hard nipples and all the rest that comes with it. I find myself aroused and the thought of being so exposed and naked. I let out a silent half-moan, half-sigh, as the first large vessel came into view.