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Jenny's Sunset Cruise, Parts 1-4
Tue Jul 20 16:44:03 1999

Jenny's Sunset Cruise

Part 1

It was late afternoon on Jenny's third day in Hawaii, and she was
feeling a little irritable. It had not been the best of days so
far. After ruining a brand new bathing suit, Jenny had been ogled
and even pawed by several drunks in a local bar, especially when
she had been forced to wear something much skimpier upon leaving.
She had then been, well, molested by several hundred fish at
Hanauma Bay State Park. Finally, she had been chased naked
half-way across the island of Oahu by a sex-crazed mob of
tourists (with cameras!!) simply because she miss-placed her
bathing suit while in the water. After a day like that, all she
really wanted to do this evening was to have room service send up
a light dinner to the room and go to bed early. But, she knew her
time in the islands was very limited, and Jenny was determined to
make the best of it, no matter what. She was positive that poor
sunburned Ashley, despite her groans to the contrary, felt the
same way.

So it was that she was now completing the finishing touches to
the outfit she planned to wear for her long awaited (and terribly
romantic) sunset dinner cruise off of Waikiki Beach. Of course,
it would be with Ashley instead of her husband, but you can't
have everything.

Her husband, good man that he was, had already arranged
>everything for this evening's dinner cruise, including a
limousine, at the travel agency when he had scheduled the entire
trip. All Jenny and Ashley needed to do tonight was show up and
have a good time.

Jenny decided to wear one of her new light summer dresses, a
traditional ankle-length one-piece with a full skirt which was
very cool and quite comfortable for the tropical climate. To
Jenny's surprise, Ashley, who normally took a super-critical view
of Jenny's wardrobe, did not object and even seemed strangely
delighted with the choice.

Ashley, burnt to a crisp after two careless days in the tropical
sun, was now taking no chances. She was so covered up all Jenny
could see of her was the faint dull-red glow from her face, which
like the rest of her was hidden under mounds of white linen.
Tonight Ashley was determined to be protected, even if it did
make her look like an Armani-designed nun.

The white limo picked them up at their hotel right on time,
4:45pm. It was an extremely long affair that came with a
full-length bar down one side, a long leather couch on the other,
a mirrored ceiling, and a second couch across the back that
looked suspiciously like a small covered bed.

As Jenny looked about the interior before entering, she wondered
just what exactly her husband had in mind when he ordered this
particular limo.

The two women seated themselves comfortably on the side couch and
the plush vehicle began its 8-mile journey to Pier 6 in Honolulu
Harbor. Ashley insisted on trying out the bar, where she
discovered that several exotic drinks had already been made for
their use. She choose Mai Tais for them both. Because of the hot
day, Jenny was feeling thirsty and drank hers rather quickly.
Ashley insisted that Jenny better have a second drink, because of
her very trying day.

Jenny was feeling quite relaxed by the time the limo pulled up to
Pier 6, where their boat for the evening was located. The cares
of the day now happily forgotten, Jenny looked forward to having
a pleasant evening at sea.

As the limo pulled carefully into busy parking lot, Jenny had her
first look at their floating restaurant. The ship was a large
3-deck catamaran. The first two levels contained the dining
rooms, while the third was an open observation platform.

>From the number of tour buses unloading passengers by the
gangway, Jenny realized that there would be quite a crowd on
board tonight.

The driver escorted them to the check-in counter located under a
small canvas awning before leaving. The ship's hostesses, all
called cousins, wore the traditional Hawaiian muumuu. Each couple
or group were carefully checked off the passenger manifest, then
assigned their own personal escort. That way there could be no
possible confusion as to where to go or what the guests were to
do next. Jenny realized that this was a very professional and
well-run organization.

Ashley, a victim of chronic seasickness, was already chewing on a
few of her large supply of Dramamine tablets.

Their particular hostess, Cousin Anna, a beautiful middle-aged
Eurasian with waist-long blue-black hair, gracefully escorted
them across the gangway and up to their seats on the second deck,
right alongside the starboard safety-rail. The dinning room was
one vast open rectangle, with a bar located at the bow and a
small bandstand located at the stern. Long covered tables loaded
with food-warmers ran down the center axis of the room. On each
side of the room there were sliding-glass windows above the
waist-high safety-rail, all opened.

Their first set of complementary drinks were brought to the
table, and they sat enjoying the sea breezes already coming
through the open windows while checking out the clothes being
worn by the passengers still out on the pier.

The final guests were escorted onboard and the Master of
Ceremonies for their deck gave them all a hearty welcome, and led
them in the first of many cries of "A-L-O-H-A!!"

One of the ship's officers then gave a brief orientation on the
realities of life underway. The gangway was pulled to the pier,
the mooring lines recovered, and the vessel moved slowly away
from the pier and into the harbor. The crowd was filled, briefly,
with the grand and eternal majesty of the moment, the excitement
which can fill the very soul whenever a ship puts to sea.

Once the catamaran had left Honolulu Harbor, the sea breezes
picked up considerably. Jenny had to sit on her skirt, to keep
the silly thing from blowing up over her waist. The boat began a
steady if gentle rocking motion which Ashley didn't like at all,
but which Jenny found to be delightfully soothing.

Ashley, already feeling nauseous, could only think of one thing.
Her mind whirled at the implications when the officer had told
them to be very careful about dropping things overboard. The ship
would not recover anything which had fallen off the ship.

Visions of Jenny's clothes floating in a line behind the ship as
they cruised off of Waikiki Beach flooded Ashley's mind. She
tried furiously to think of a way to work it, but was interrupted
in her scheming by an urgent message coming from her inner ear!

It was just before their table was to go up to the buffet that
Jenny noticed a startling new color coming into the stricken
Ashley's face. It was green!

"Ashley, you're starting to look like a Christmas ornament, all
red and green," observed Jenny.

"Ohhhh. I don't feel so good," moaned Ashley, holding her head in
her hands.

"Hold on for just a few more minutes, will you?" Jenny told her.
"We're up next. Then you can get all the bread and crackers you
want. I just hope all the roast pork isn't gone by the time we
get there."

"Erp!"

"Oh my gosh! Quick! Let me help you to the bathroom!"

Helping Ashley to her feet, Jenny supported her sick friend aft
to where the lavatories were located. She knew the wind was
blowing her skirt all over the place, but Jenny didn't have a
free hand to hold it down. She could feel the breeze on her legs
(even her thighs!) but there was nothing she could do about it.

Hanging onto Jenny's clothes for dear life, the distressed Ashley
stumbled over the doorway leading to the restroom and put her
entire weight on Jenny's dress.

Jenny felt something on her dress give, accompanied by a faint
but heart-stopping tearing sound. "Huh, oh," Jenny muttered.
Before she could investigate, however, she had to take care of
Ashley first.

Thankfully, she saw a empty stall and headed for it. As she was
about to enter it with her friend, Ashley suddenly came alive and
quickly entered the stall alone, slamming the door and locking it
behind her.

Guessing that her friend probably wanted to be alone right now,
Jenny turned to leave but felt something holding onto her skirt.
She looked down and saw that her skirt had caught itself in the
closed door.

"Oh, damn," Jenny said quietly. "Ashley, honey, you have to open
the door, my skirt's caught. Ashley?"

But Ashley had problems of her own at the moment and could have
cared less.

==============

Part 2

Jenny started to pull herself free, but noticed that many of the
seams on her dress had been loosened, if not actually start to
separate, from her friend's desperate grip.

A worried Jenny, still pulling lightly on her skirt, started
looking around for something to cut the caught cloth. Anything,
even a slightly holed dress, would be preferable at this point to
having to listen to Ashley in the stall. She was therefor caught
off-balance when a small wave struck the side of the ship.

"Oof!" a winded Jenny gasped after she landed on the deck.

Jenny found herself laying on her back, the tiled floor feeling
strangely cold. Then to her horror she discovered why. Her dress
was still hanging from the stall!

"OhMyGod!" She jumped up, only to find that the dress had been
truly ruined. She couldn't wear it!

"Damn, damn, damn!"

Standing in the deserted ladies room in just her sandals, bra and
panties, Jenny was at a loss about what to do. When she heard
someone at the entrance, she ducked into another empty stall to
think things over, and try not to listen to Ashley who was,
unfortunately, still at it.

Drawing a complete blank, Jenny cautiously stuck her head out of
the stall when the restroom was finally empty again and saw
mounted along the far wall eight half-lockers. She went over and
started to open doors. Seven lockers were filled with street
clothes, obviously belonging to the onboard staff of
entertainers. The final locker she checked contained a very
ratty-looking grass skirt and a bra made out of the halves of a
rather small-looking coconut. The coconut halves were connected
by a single line of a very used-looking string which was to be
tied around the back.

"Oh, no! There must be something else! There must be!!" Jenny
cried desperately. But, look as she might, she could plainly see
that there wasn't anything else, unless she stole someone's
else's clothes and she certainly couldn't do that!

To lessen the damage, she tried putting the coconut harness over
her bra cups, but it just wouldn't work. "Damn!" Jenny took off
her bra and placed it in the empty locker, along with her ruined
dress. Feeling distinctly foolish, Jenny bent over and placed her
breasts into the coconut halves as they rested on a sink, then
awkwardly tied the line together behind her back. Jenny was
relieved to find that the coconut interiors had been smoothed out
and were not in the least bit itchy. On the other hand, they were
very small for a woman of her stature, and there was a pronounced
tendency for her breasts to bulge around the edges.

As Jenny tried to adjust her new top for as comfortable a fit as
possible, Ashley staggered from her stall to a nearby sink, and
began to clean her face and wash out her mouth. Like a modern-day
vampire, Ashley was getting very adept at knowing when the sun
was going down, so she left most of her coverings hanging on the
stall door, secure in the knowledge they would no longer be
needed.

She wore a flowered wrap-around skirt she had recently purchased,
tied low at the waist, with a matching halter top, a pair of
sandals, and that was all. With her burn, the last thing she
wanted was something pressing tightly against her skin like any
form of underwear.

After her cleaning, she looked at her reflection in the sink's
mirror. Ashley felt surprisingly well. "I may even be able to eat
something," she said in a voice filled with wonder.

Jenny wrapped the grass skirt around her waist and was very
grateful that the grass was indeed thick enough to cover her
completely. But, it was far too big for her. Tied as tight as she
could make it, the low skirt barely hung on to the flaring curve
of her hips, the top of the wide waistband located well below her
navel.

Ashley saw the uncommonly good looking hula dancer standing in
the dimly lighted far corner and waved to her. "My God!" she
thought. "They truly grow them for beauty here."

She was half-way out of the door when Ashley suddenly stopped.
"Wait a minute. A blonde hula dancer?" she exclaimed. "No way!"

A suspicious Ashley turned around. Sure enough, it was Jenny.
"Shit!" she muttered under her breath. "That woman can make
anything look good!"

"Jenny, what the hell are you doing?" Ashley demanded.

"My clothes got ripped and I had to wear something," Jenny
contritely explained.

"Right. So you picked the most outlandish outfit you could find.
It figures."

"I'm sorry, but it's all there was!" Jenny wailed.

"Of course, of course," Ashley muttered to herself. Then, she had
an idea. "Look, you need to take off your panties. That stupid
pearl-white color you like so much is visible as anything."

"Oh! Must I?" Jenny asked, looking down. "I don't see anything."

"Yes. You must, you must. So do it, already, so we can get out of
here. I'm starved."

"Sniff. No, I can't, I just can't!"

Ashley knew it wasn't going to work this time. "Shit," she
thought. "Well, I tried."

"OK," she told Jenny, "then look ridiculous. Let's go."

A very nervous Jenny led the way out of the restroom and back to
their table.

They were about half-way to their table when they both stopped
dead in their tracks. "Oh, no!" cried Ashley.

They had spent so much time in the restroom that they had
completely missed the dinner! The food tables had all been
cleared away and a hula demonstration by five dancers was
currently in progress along the center of the room. The dancers
were lit by small spotlights, while the other lights in the room
were greatly dimmed.

"OK, good folks," called the Master of Ceremonies. "You've seen
it done, now it's your turn!"

The dancers went out into the audience and started pulling people
onto the central dance area.

Suddenly Jenny found herself illuminated by a small spotlight.

"Here's someone who wants to do it so bad, she brought her own
outfit!"

Blinded, Jenny automatically started backing out of the bright
light as she looked around to see who the strange person was they
were talking about. She backed into one of the support poles and
could go no further just when she saw one of the dancers coming
towards her. Realizing with horror it was her, Jenny suddenly
felt faint. Her knees failed her and she slid down the pole until
she was seated on the floor. She could only shake her head a weak
but emphatic "NO!" and try to wave off the approaching dancer
with her hands.

The dancer easily ignored all of Jenny's protests and, after
taking both of Jenny's hands into her own, began to gently pull
her up the pole and to her feet.

================

Part 3

As Jenny started to reluctantly rise, she felt a sudden chill
behind her. The thin elastic waistband of her panties had gotten
caught on a very small bolt located at the base of the pole, and
the top of her bare buttocks were now pressing directly onto the
cold metal pole through the grass skirt.

She shook her head even more, unable to say what was wrong in
front of all those people. But the smiling dancer, greatly
experienced in handling reluctant participants, continued to pull
Jenny up.

Jenny was becoming increasingly frantic, although she tried
desperately not to show it. The higher she went, the lower the
back of her underwear became, and there was nothing she could do
about it. She could feel her increasingly uncovered behind come
into greater and greater contact with the chilling metal of the
pole.

At last she could rise no further. Jenny was caught at an awkward
angle as her panties held her to the floor, the elastic cutting
cruelly into her soft, sensitive flesh. The hula dancer gave
Jenny's hands an extra tug and Jenny felt rather than heard the
tiny "Rip!"

After a soft, silken sigh, Jenny was standing straight with her
torn panties a useless white puddle on the floor in the darkness
around her feet.

The dancer led her easily to the center of the dance area while,
in the excitement of the moment, no one cared when what was
obviously someone's elegant white silk handkerchief was blown
across the floor and off the ship.

Light-headed from lack of food, the Mai Tais, and the effects of
the Dramamine, Ashley was trying unsuccessfully to keep her
composure as she sat at their table. "This is too much," she
brayed repeatedly between bouts of slapping the table. "She's
done it again!"

She abruptly quit laughing when she noticed another grinning
dancer standing right beside her. "Oh, no," Ashley protested, but
the girl led her to the dance area anyway.

As one person the entire crowd winced and said "Ouch!" when the
sun-burnt Ashley was brought into the center with the other
dancers.

"Now, take two steps to the left, then two steps to the right…"
boomed the MC and the hula lesson was on. "Remember folks, no
matter what happens, you keep your eyes on the hands!"

Despite the other nine people on the dance floor, all eyes were
soon following Jenny. She was faithfully following the movements
of the hula dancer in front of her, but was surprised at how easy
it came to her.

A natural beauty, her sun-burnished hair and golden tan just
served to accent her stunning good looks now so much on display
in the old costume. Her hips swayed enticingly as she moved
sideways across the floor, her hands waving gracefully as they
illustrated the story the MC's was telling. The other dancers
were amazed at how well the blonde howlie was doing. Jenny was a
natural at the seductive dance called the hula.

One hostess quietly told another, "Wow! No wonder she brought her
own stuff. She's good!"

Ashley was a beautiful woman and an accomplished dancer in her
own right. Yet, desperately trying her best, she still felt like
a pregnant yak as she danced next to Jenny.

"It's just not fair!" she muttered. She looked again at her
nemesis, and a small smile appeared on her reddened features.

Jenny's skirt was much lower on her bare hips then Ashley
remembered seeing. It was priceless! Jenny's oversized skirt was
finally starting to slip off and the stupid cow was so busy
showing off she didn't even notice! Already the tops of her
buttocks, a shocking white below her tan line, were starting to
show.

Suddenly, Ashley felt much, much better.

As Jenny got into the dance and understood its complicated
rhythms and movements, she became lost to it. Her hips swayed
even more, but always gracefully, always in time to the soothing
sounds of the traditional sounds of old Hawaii. The wide
waistband of her grass skirt slowly slipped lower and lower, yet
Jenny noticed it not at all. Nor did she notice that she and her
instructor were now the only two people still dancing.

The small band continued to play, but they were the only ones in
the room who were totally oblivious to what was happening out on
the dance floor. Every other person in the room, man and woman,
crew and guest, had their eyes firmly locked onto Jenny and her
strangely hypnotic, gently swaying, mocking, and oh so very
exciting hips. The MC had stopped calling the lyrics, unable to
speak because his heart in his throat. Even the eternally mocking
Ashley was struck into an awed silence.

The skirt was now low enough in front to show the thin strip of
white flesh located just above Jenny's trimmed pubic hair, while
in back the upper third of her buttocks and the crevice
in-between were now exposed to the world. The flash from cameras
became almost a continuous explosion of light.

And still Jenny swayed on. Jenny kicked off her sandals to get
better in the mood. She watched the girl dancing in front of her,
who was now looking strangely flushed under her tan, and receive
a very encouraging smile from her. With the happy knowledge that
she was actually getting it right, Jenny felt she could do this
all night. It was wonderful!

When the first of her pubic hair began to gleam in the light, the
temperature in the room went up dramatically. Those people not
already standing rose slowly to their feet. Instinctively,
everyone began to move closer to the two dancers, eventually
surrounding them. The cameras' flash slowed and eventually
stopped, the photographers unable to continue.

=================

Part 4

Her trimmed thatch of blonde pubic hair shimmered under the
lights as the low skirt clung carelessly to the moving hips. The
feeling running throughout the room was positively electric.
Every nerve was taut, every heart was pounding as the expectation
of what was surely to come continued to built until it reached
terrific heights. Something had to give soon, or the people felt
they were going to start exploding from the tension!

Mercifully for the people in the room, the long awaited event
finally happened. With a long collective sigh of "Aaaaaahhhh,"
Jenny's skirt went to the floor with the whispered sound of the
long field grass being blown by ever-present winds on the Kona
Coast.

Everything stopped! The band, all wondering why this particular
set had continued for so long, finally put down their instruments
and watched with puzzlement the large circle of people at the
forward end of the dinning room who seemed to be staring intently
at the two dancers in their center.

Jenny, totally lost to lush tropical visions, finally
realized that the music had finished. Reluctantly, she stopped
her dance and looked at the girl who had been teaching her. "Are
we done?" Jenny sheepishly asked, afraid she might have made a
fool of herself by getting carried away on the dance floor.

"Yes," squeaked the hula dancer, who was having a hard time
breathing.

Jenny, believing the poor girl was just out of breath due to the
long dance, thanked her warmly for the lesson and started to walk
back to her table. She stumbled over something on the floor and
was about to kick it out of the way, when she thought better of
it. "It might be part of one of the girls' costumes," she
thought, "I had better hand it to someone on the staff for
safekeeping."

Jenny bent over to pick it up, and heard a loud "GASP!" from the
people behind her. "Oh, damn!" she thought. "I forgot, no
panties!" She was quickly blinded by the sudden explosion of a
dozen camera flashes.

She quickly reached down and, without really watching what she
was doing, grabbed the first thing her hands felt on the floor.
She quickly straightened and held the object up so she could see
it through the continuous flashes of light. It was a grass skirt!

"My God!" Jenny thought. "Sure hope it's somebody's spare."

Jenny was about to hand it to a dazed-looking hostess when she
noticed something familiar about it. She looked at the stitching
on the wide waistband and realized it looked exactly like hers.

"Oh God, please no! Not that!" she prayed, then looked down.
Between the bright bursts of light, her tanned body emitted a
golden hue, while the small white Vee over her pubic area
positively shined. She was totally naked below her coconuts!

Jenny lungs filled for a mighty scream as the skirt dropped from
her nerveless fingers. The string holding her coconut bra finally
broke under the severe strain it had been under that evening and
the bra fell useless to the floor. Jenny's scream, when she
realized she was now topless as well, turned into the faint
fading hiss you hear after a tea pot filled with boiling water
had been taken off the stove.

Jenny realized she was now completely naked in the middle of a
dance floor in front of a crowd full of people (half of which
seemed to have cameras) on a ship cruising off of Waikiki Beach,
and froze. She couldn't breath, couldn't swallow, couldn't move.
She couldn't even scream. Jenny was completely paralyzed with
shock.

The beautiful nude woman stood there in front of countless
transfixed people, people staring at her with eyes the size of
dinner plates! Even the photographers were stunned at the sight!

It was a strangled cry of, "What the hell is going on here?" by
the vessel's Captain, who was on his standard mid-cruise tour of
inspection, which finally broke the spell.

Jenny broke and ran screaming back towards the restrooms, pushing
aside anyone who got in her way, while the photographers went
insane and everyone else slunk guiltily back to their seats.

A laughing Ashley was slammed by one of the people flying from
Jenny's path, and rudely landed on her behind. In the confusion
of people moving everywhere, she didn't notice a heavy shoe on
her skirt as someone helped her to her feet.

With a slight "Rip!", the skirt was around a stunned Ashley's
ankles.

"Oh, shit!" cried Ashley. She quickly bent over to pull up her
skirt in the thick of the milling crowd, but was knocked off
balance from behind. Ashley, still bent over but now with her
arms flailing in circles for balance, found herself heading
directly towards the side railing, and the Pacific!

"Help!" she gulped as the railing loomed in front of her.

Ashley was only a second away from hitting the rail and flipping
over the side when a quick-witted steward grabbed the only thing
he could find, the back of her halter top.

The straps cut cruelly into her sunburned shoulders and back as
Ashley felt herself being jerked upright to a full stop, with her
bare stomach actually pressing against the metal railing.

"Ow! That hurt!" she complained, rubbing her bruised flesh. She
turned to give the idiot responsible a piece of her mind when the
tortured strap-seams gave out and her top fluttered to the deck.
Ashley then remembered that she wasn't dressed quite as well as
she should have been for such a public occasion.

"EEEeeeck!!!"

"Yea Gods! There goes another one!" roared the Captain in
disbelief as a squealing naked Ashley followed a naked Jenny to
the restrooms. Ashley's fallen clothes were quickly caught by the
wind and in the confusion blown over the side.

By the time the ship tied up to the pier, with Ashley's excess
outer wear and what could be donated by guests and crew, Jenny
and Ashley had enough clothes to permit them to scamper safely
off the ship and into their patiently waiting limo.

Before they left, however, they were politely asked (reluctantly
in Jenny's case) never to return.

End Part 4

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