Rescue at Open Sea

By Dr. D the un-known

The small cargo vessel Neptunia was an altogether 
strange ship. It was crewed entirely by women, but 
that was not in itself what made it strange; several 
other ships in the North Atlantic Ocean were equally 
'manned' at that time. 

Its' cargo bays were always filled to the brim with 
articles produced and distributed by small firms also 
run entirely by women. This too was not the main 
reason for Neptunias strangeness. 

Several feminist millionaires, one of whom had sent 
her young daughter on that particular voyage as a 
working passenger, backed the vessel financially. The 
regular crew was a select group of hardheaded hard-
working women who believed totally in the feminist 
cause. To simply call the atmosphere on board 
feministic would be like calling the sun hot: true, 
but hardly definitive. Again, this was not what made 
the Neptunia strange. 

What was really and truly strange about this 90 ft 
ship and its' relentlessly feministic crew and cargo 
was that it worked. Trip after trip Neptunia and its' 
crew performed like clockwork and always managed to 
find a new suitable cargo. 

Presently the Neptunia was freighting a high-tech 
cargo of advanced infrared detectors. Though quite 
valuable, it was a very light cargo and they were 
making good time. The trip was planned to take 23 
days, but only 10 days out of Charleston, South 
Carolina, they were more than halfway to their 
destination, St. Malo, France.

Mary Lou Reffa, known on board only as Malu, loved the 
trips to her namesake, St. Malo in France. Though 
spelled differently, the French pronounced the name of 
the city exactly like her pet name and she always got 
special attention there. 

She rarely did watches on the bridge, but with a crew 
of only 5 trained seawomen everyone had to be able to 
do most tasks. Malu was still learning and was not 
exactly up for Most Promising Student Ever. This was 
not for lack of trying either. At the time our story 
starts Malu was doing night watch on the bridge. She 
was sitting bolt upright, constantly scanning the 
horizon for movement. In a modern vessel, what with 
GPS, radar and all, that is, strictly speaking, not 
necessary. Malu had been told so on several occasions; 
that she should trust the ship and get some shuteye 
when on night watch. The captain had never told her to 
sleep on watches, though, and Malu was not about to. 

Curiously enough that meant that young and somewhat 
dim Malu was the only one aboard who could have caught 
sight of the slight movement and reacted on it. If 
saving him was a good thing, Malu was about to do a 
good thing. The crucial moment was still about 10 
minutes off though. Meanwhile all the fun was going on 
in the captain's quarters.

You would probably expect those to be the roomiest 
quarters on board. You would be wrong. The good ship 
Neptunia was built in 1982 for diving and stone 
fishing jobs. Then it held quarters for 9 people. 
Bought and refitted by the captain, it now held 5 
quarters for crewmen and a passenger's quarter and had 
been rid of the useless crane. The reduced number had 
allowed for more spacious quarters for all.

Still the captain's quarters were the only ones above 
deck, which took it somewhat away from the smell and 
the noise of the engine. Inside were two people, 
Captain Jane Street and Catharine Nix. Cathy was 
originally hired as a cook, but had turned out to be a 
decent machinist too. Presently, none of those skills 
was what the captain was enjoying.

Cathy was firmly lodged between the legs of the 
somewhat larger Jane Street. She was pumping two 
fingers in and out of the captain's moist sex while 
her tongue was slowly caressing an area between Jane's 
thigh and hip. Cathy knew exactly what she was doing; 
if she moved to Jane's clitoris at that point, Jane 
would quickly orgasm and need not to be clitorically 
stimulated for a while. The orgasm would be okay, but 
not great. 

If she held off for a while, just stimulating 
vaginally with her hand and keeping her tongue on Jane 
but away from the clitoris, excitement would continue 
to grow and eventually the orgasm would be phenomenal. 
Cathy was the virtuoso and Jane was her instrument. 
When Cathy felt the muscles of Jane's cunt beginning 
to contract on her fingers, she quickly flicked her 
tongue at the clitoris, just to remind Jane of what 
was coming. Jane's hip swirled wildly and, though not 
a very verbal person in bed, she cried out, "Yes! 
Please, I want it! Do me, do me!!"

Smiling a little, Cathy returned to licking in the 
general area of the clitoris, never actually touching 
it. Cathy and Jane had been a 'couple' for close to 
two years - since shortly after Cathy joined the crew 
in fact. They had become the permanent part of 
Neptunia's crew. While every other crewmember was 
regularly replaced, Jane and Cathy had found lesbian 
heaven on board and neither had missed any of 
Neptunia's trips since they pared up.

Jane Street, who was currently quivering under the 
knowledgeable treatment of her lover, was Cathy's 
junior by 4 years (which made her 29). Rather than 
being the hardcore lesbian she appeared at that 
moment, she was actually a practicing heterosexual 
until she met Cathy. Never truly satisfied by a man, 
the shapely brunette had taken to lesbianism like a 
fish to water and had become almost as technically 
competent as Cathy; practice really does make perfect!

Momentarily, though, Cathy had the floor. At 5 foot 4 
inches she was almost 5 inches shorter than Jane. She 
was of a more sturdy build and could hold Jane down if 
she had to, and had, on several occasions, when Jane's 
orgasms threatened to throw both of them out of the 
custom build oversize bunk. Cathy's short blond hair 
was totally encircling her head and she was operating 
entirely on touch. 

Her right hand picked up speed again as she heard her 
lover's breathing quickening: Jane was close now. She 
could orgasm just by vaginal stimulation, but not very 
strongly - these were the only orgasms she knew until 
she met Cathy. When she had her clitoris licked 
simultaneously, her orgasms brought down the sky. 
Cathy moved her head away shortly; this was her 
favorite view - Jane with her long hair ruffled, her 
arms flailing, closed eyes and grinding hips. Jane 
desperately wanting to get off. Seeing this and 
hearing Jane's low constant moan, Cathy was once again 
overcome by love for her beautiful Texan. 

She knew that she must not miss Jane's point of no 
return and reluctantly cut the moment short and 
lowered her head to Jane's throbbing clitoris. Ever so 
gently, she covered it with her tongue and massaged it 
lightly. Jane was very sensitive at that point and 
would loose excitement if her love button was handled 
to roughly - that was what had prevented her male 
lovers from completely satisfying her: men are 
unlikely to solve a problem that is not about 'more 
power'. Her pussy had no sensitivity problem and Cathy 
was ramming three fingers in and out at full speed.  

Closing fast, Jane grabbed Cathy's head with both 
hands, fighting desperately to get off. This of course 
made it harder for Cathy to stimulate her just right, 
but the critical moment had passed - it could not be 
undone now. Jane's neck was turning purple, her legs 
were vibrating madly and her moaning had turned into a 
constant shrieking. Suddenly there was a sharp intake 
of air and she became totally rigid for a moment. Then 
Jane spasmed wildly. Cathy buried her three fingers in 
the pussy and just hung on with her left arm swung 
around Jane's belly.

Jane's orgasm seemed to last almost a full minute. 
Then she wound down. Cathy untangled, got up and 
washed her hand and face at the sink in the corner by 
the door. Tiptoeing back to the bed, she noticed the 
movement and was immediately alarmed. Jane had not 
nearly recovered from her orgasm, but she also felt 
it.

"Who is on night?" she said without moving her head or 
opening her eyes. 

"Malu, I believe." Cathy needed say no more. They both 
knew that if Malu had taken the Neptunia off autopilot 
(and the movement indicated that, indeed, she had), 
then something extraordinary was up. Jane opened her 
eyes and they enjoyed a single, slow kiss, then they 
dressed hurriedly.

A few minutes prior, when Jane was just getting ready 
to explode, Malu thought that she caught sight of 
something brightly orange maybe a few hundred feet of 
starboard. The Neptunia was doing a little more than 5 
knots, the waves were slight and the moon was full, 
lighting up the night. Had the conditions been any 
less optimal, Malu might have ignored the possible 
sighting. 

As it was, she was fairly sure of what she had seen 
and immediately turned on the searchlight. At first 
she could not find anything, but then she caught the 
bright orange of a lifeboat. That was when she 
disengaged the autopilot. She never considered getting 
the captain first; all she thought about was the poor 
soul in the lifeboat; getting there and helping. That 
she could not both steer the Neptunia and secure the 
lifeboat never did cross her mind.