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.