Pleasure Cruise - Part IX

1,300+ words explore a couple orgasms, while Carina explores an idea of what triggers people to change on the cruise.

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~dS

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Too late. The warning had come as she’d been mid-bite, and a dollop of mayo reached its tipping point and dove down into Neome’s cleavage. It struck the side of her upper left breast and stuck there for a moment. And, despite the ripples it sent through the sensitive flesh, it would have remained there - easy to nab with a napkin - if its cold impact hadn’t sent a jolt through Neome. As she gasped from the shocks surprising her brain and moistening her pussy her tits wobbled and the mayo slid further down her uppermost cleavage, now spread and splattered down atop her middle breasts.

“Fuuuuuck…” Neome hissed, trying to remain quiet. She grabbed the edge of the table and tried to still her bosoms so as to not spread the mayo any further. This worked, and the splotch of mayo finally stopped its journey through Neome’s cleavages. Both women sat still and quiet for a moment. Carina simply could not look away from the erotic plinko, and Neome was aghast that the first time she’d gone out topless she’d splurted food onto her tits!

Finally Carina plucked up a few napkins.

“Do you want me to-”

“No, no, I’ll...I think I should do it…” Neome replied quietly. She took the offered napkin, poured some of her water on it, and gasped as she brushed the cold wet paper over her skin. Neome hadn’t thought it possible for her nipples to pop any harder or for her areola to crinkle and further, but indeed they could. Her ass tightened with each chilly wipe, sending little bounces through the four boobs above the table. Thankfully that didn’t send the mayo any further on its travels.

Wipe after wipe Neome cleaned up more and more of the mayo from her jiggling flesh, but as she did so she could feel that she was pushing herself closer and closer to a climax. She could have stopped and let the intensity die down but Neome was so embarrassed by what she’d done she couldn’t let a second go by looking like this. She patted and wiped and pushed her hand into upwards and sideways cleavages, dragging skin and paper both wet and dry across her boobs. And her ass kept flexing and her belly kept warming and her pussy kept drooling.

Carina couldn’t look away as she watched Neome clean off the mayo. She was fascinated by how Neome’s boobs bulged and shifted as her hand moved within their cleavages. Their soft masses rested on Neome’s skin as she moved between them, jiggled and rolled and bounced against each other as the condiment was wiped away. Carina could only compare the vision to having a bucket of water balloons and trying to pull one out from the bottom. Thick hard nipples waggled gently atop crinkled areola. Carina could feel her pussy get wet and her rubber clit-cock twitch at the thought of how softy and comfy and sexy and warm it would be to be lost within Neome’s bosoms.

Finally, as Neome’s hand wiped up the last drip of mayo her free hand gripped the table and her teeth bit her lip; the elation of cleaning off her tits was all that was needed to push Neome right into an orgasm. Quivers rushed up from her hips and sent her boobs rocking back and forth against each other and the surfaces of the table, a feedback of pleasure that stretched out her climax.

From being embarrassed by dripping food on her breasts to orgasming in public, Neome had gone from one embarrassment to another. She squeezed the mayo-soaked napkin in her grip and tried to keep herself from yelling out. A wavering mew dripped from her lips that made Carina raise an eyebrow in concern.

“Are you o-”

“Yep. Uh huh. Don’t. Worry. About it.” The words came out clipped as Neome kept each of them from sliding into a gasp of pleasure. Finally the wave of bliss fell away and Neome caught herself leaning forward limply atop her freshly wiped breasts. She dropped the used napkin and pulled another, which she subtly dipped under the table so she could pat at the moisture escaping her pussy around her jean shorts.

While Neome tended to herself Carina forced down more bits of her salad just to keep herself busy. She also looked around and tried to spot the pair from the salad line. They were still at their table, the brunette’s back to Carina - but she was clearly fidgeting in her seat.

Neome dropped her damp and musky napkin on her plate and leaned back, letting out a long sigh.

“So...how you doing…?” Carina asked.

 “Not keen that I just did any of...all of that…” Neoma waved an open hand in front of her above-table breasts and over her crotch, “...in public. But it doesn’t appear like too many people noticed.”

Carina glanced around the many occupied tables and the lines for food. No one appeared to have taken notice.

“It’s pretty late in the day, honestly I’d bet you aren’t the first person anyone’s seen publicly orgasm by now.”

“I suppose that’s true.”

“Are you, uh...are you still eating? I want to see if we can talk to a woman I saw give herself a masterbation compulsion.”

“A what?” Neome cocked her head as she fanned herself with her hand.

“This woman in front of me at the salad bar said she wanted ‘an excuse’ to play with her pussy all day and suddenly she couldn’t stop her hand from slipping between her thighs!”

“Hmm, sounds like she and I have different ideas about cumming in public.”

“What happened right before you grew those?” Carina pressed on, waving at Neome’s chest, “Did you say anything?”

“Yeah, that I wanted to be able to show off my tits, but I was too...oh,” Neome slowly nodded her head as she put the pieces together, “I see. Maybe there is a pattern.”

“Let’s go talk to her!”

Neome smiled and shook her head at Carina’s excitement, then pushed back on her chair, slowly pulling her six tits away from the table. Carina gripped Neome’s hand and led her through the tables and plate-carrying guests to the brunette and platinum blonde. As they arrived at the duo’s table the blonde had finished her salad and was watching with amusement as her companion ate.

Or, she was trying to. Carina and Neome watched as the woman brought a fork towards her mouth with her free hand. Her other arm went under the tabletop, and it was clear from the shaking of her elbow that the brunette was rubbing at something out of sight. The blonde was clearly greatly amused by the sight of her companion’s pluck of salad vibrating off the fork and back into the bowl before the brunette could get a good bite on it.

As Carina and Neome approached they saw the brunette start to blush. She already had a sheen of sweat glistening across her skin, and her hair was lightly disheveled. As a blissful crisis took hold of her the brunette dropped her fork back into the bowl, gripped the table, and bit her lip. She gasped and cooed and had the broadest, dopiest smile.

The blonde was laughing as her companion quivered in her seat. The rhythm of the brunette’s elbow had increased, and her entire body shook. The brunette let out a little squeak of joy before her head flopped forward, her brown hair coming dangerously close to dipping into her greens. She took a long breath, clearly very satisfied. Her elbow’s motions had slowed, but not stopped. It was obvious that her hand was still moving.

“How was that one?” the blonde asked.

“Better than any salad…” came a breathy reply, “How many is that now?”

“You’re only up to five. Think you can finish that salad before number six comes?”

“Fuck, you’re probably winning that bet…”

It was now that Carina brought herself and Neome right up to the table, its occupants looking up at the newcomers.

“Excuse me, but, um, I was hoping to ask a question and maybe work out a theory I have.”

to be continued...