The next morning after Pablo and Jinny's ship set sail toward Shell Island, the sun was blazing, and the sea was as calm as a mirror. The ship sailed slowly, and the breeze was light. The heat was scorching, the humidity high.
Jinny woke up. She sat on the edge of her bed in her small cabin. She looked out the small porthole. She saw the sea stretching endlessly, and the sun rising slowly in the blue sky.
She felt the heat. Not just the heat of the weather. It was the heat of anticipation. She was thinking about the previous day. About Pablo's looks. About his touches. About his light kiss on her cheek. About his hand that had touched her thigh under the table.
She smiled.
"Today... I will make things more exciting."
She stood up. She opened her bag. She searched deep inside. She took out the swimsuit she had bought specifically for this voyage.
A black string bikini.
She had never worn it before. She was afraid. She knew it was very bold. She knew it would make n lose their minds.
And she wanted that.
She took off her nightgown. She stood naked in front of the small mirror. She looked at her body. She was beautiful. She knew that. Her full breasts, her slender waist, her rounded buttocks, her long thighs. All perfect.
She began putting on the swimsuit slowly. With excitent. As if she were putting on her wedding dress.
The top consisted of two tiny triangular pieces of fabric, barely covering her nipples. She tied the thin strings on her shoulders and on her back. The strings were almost invisible. Her breasts looked huge under the small fabric. It was clear that any wrong move might make the fabric slip.
The bottom was a tiny triangular piece of fabric in the front, barely covering her pubic area. In the back, there was no fabric at all. Just a thin string disappearing between her buttocks.
She looked at herself in the mirror. She was tempting. She was dangerous. She knew that what she would do today would be different. She smiled. Then she left her cabin.
She climbed the stairs to the deck.
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There were about 15 soldiers and sailors on the deck. So were pulling ropes, so were cleaning cannons, so were standing guard.
When Jinny appeared, everything stopped.
The first to see her was a young sailor in his twenties. He was pulling a rope, then he saw her and lost his grip. The rope fell to the ground. He didn't notice. He was looking at her body. At her almost-exposed breasts, at her nearly bare buttocks. He felt a strange warmth spreading in his stomach. He felt his body ignite. He felt his erection suddenly spring up, embarrassing him. His face reddened. He pressed his thighs together trying to hide what had happened. But his eyes did not leave her. He imagined himself touching her. He imagined his hands on that soft skin. He breathed with difficulty. Sweat poured down his forehead.
Another was a soldier ard with a gun. He was standing guard by the stairs. When Jinny climbed up, he swallowed his saliva audibly. He heard himself swallow. His hand tightened on his gun from tension. His whole body was stiff. He felt his muscles spasm. He watched her rounded buttocks swaying. He imagined himself behind her. He imagined his hands on her waist. He felt a shiver down his spine. He looked at the thin string disappearing between her buttocks. He wondered: how deep is that string? He wished he were in its place.
The ship's captain, a man in his forties, was holding his telescope and looking at the horizon. When he saw her, he slowly lowered his telescope. His eyes followed her. He saw her breasts bouncing with each step. He saw the thin strings on her back. He saw her bare buttocks. He felt his body heat up. He felt a desire he hadn't felt in years. He sighed deeply. He imagined himself taking off that small piece of fabric. He imagined touching her. He breathed with difficulty. He closed his eyes for a mont, but then opened them again. He couldn't resist.
A fourth was a young man in his thirties. He was cleaning a cannon. He looked at her. His hands froze on the cannon. He couldn't move. He watched the swaying of her buttocks. He imagined himself behind her. He imagined his hand touching that thin string. He felt heat in his stomach. He felt his muscles spasm. He breathed with difficulty. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. He knew that what he was feeling was wrong. He knew he should work. But he couldn't. He was a prisoner of her beauty.
Another was a handso young man. He was singing a quiet song. When he saw her, the song stopped in his mouth. He looked at her. He saw her body. He felt a desire he had never felt before. His eyes were on the tiny front string. He wondered: how does that fabric stay in place? He wished it would slip. He wished he could see what was beneath it. He felt his body ignite. He began to sweat. He felt his heart beating fast.
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Jinny enjoys and provokes
Jinny felt their stares. All of them. She felt their eyes on her breasts. On her buttocks. On her almost-naked body.
She was hot. She was enjoying it.
She felt her power. She knew she was arousing them. She knew they would dream of her at night.
She spread a small towel on the deck. She lay on her stomach. Her movents were slow, deliberate. Her body swayed. Her buttocks moved under the thin string. She heard faint gasps behind her. She didn't turn around.
She raised her hands above her head. She stretched her body. Her breasts pressed against the ground. The small fabric barely held. She heard soone gasp. She felt pleased.
She moved her feet. She opened them slightly. Then closed them. Then opened them again. She repeated the movent. Each ti, she heard soone mutter: "Oh my God..." in a hoarse voice. She felt a shiver run through her body.
She was enjoying it.
She raised her head slightly. She looked directly at one of the soldiers. She smiled a mischievous smile at him. Then she returned to her position. The soldier almost fainted. He felt his erection spring up strongly. He was embarrassed. He sat on the ground to hide what had happened.
Jinny turned onto her back.
The movent was very slow. She turned slowly. Her breasts rose. The small fabric moved. It almost slipped. The n saw that. She heard so of them gasp loudly. She heard one of them say: "I can't believe what I'm seeing..." in a hoarse voice. She heard another mutter: "This woman will kill ."
She didn't touch the fabric. She didn't fix it. She left it as it was. The front string barely covered her. She knew they could see almost everything. She knew they were imagining. And she was happy about that.
She looked at the sky. The sun covered her face. She was smiling.
She began to touch her body slowly. Her hands moved over her exposed stomach. Over her slender waist. Over her thighs. The touches were light, slow, arousing. She wasn't pretending. She was truly enjoying it. She was feeling her body. She was feeling her desire. She was feeling their stares feeding that desire.
She heard the ship's captain whisper to his assistant: "I... I think I'll go to my quarters." His voice was trembling. Jinny smiled. She didn't turn around.
She continued touching her body. Her fingers traced circles on her thigh. On her stomach. On her waist. She sotis raised her hands to run her fingers through her hair. She turned her head slowly. She smiled at the n from ti to ti.
The n were drenched in sweat. They were panting. They were feeling deprived. They were jealous of the string touching her body.
So of them left the deck. They couldn't bear it. They went to their cabins. They looked for a bottle of wine. Or anything to make them forget.
Others stayed. They were torturing themselves. They knew they would never touch her. But they enjoyed watching. They enjoyed the torture.
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Half an hour later, Pablo climbed to the deck. He was looking for Jinny.
He saw her.
He stopped.
She was lying on her back. The small fabric barely covered her. The thin strings were visible on her shoulders. Her pink hair cascaded down her side. Her hands were on her stomach. She was touching herself.
He looked around. He saw the n. They were all watching. They were panting. They were drenched in sweat. So were staring with their mouths open. So were whispering to their companions. So were pressing on their pants trying to hide what had happened.
Pablo did not get angry. He did not chase them away. He did not forbid them from looking. He knew he was the only one who would touch her. He knew he was the only one who would do to her what he wanted. Their stares ant nothing. They were just torture for them.
He sat beside her. He didn't say anything.
Jinny opened her eyes. She looked at him. She smiled.
"Pablo."
"Jinny."
"Do you like the view?"
"I'm not just looking."
Before she could respond, he reached out his hand. He touched her thigh.
The touch was light at first. His fingers traced a line on her soft skin.
Jinny did not pull away. She let his hand stay.
"The n are watching." she whispered.
"I know."
"Don't you mind?"
"No. Because they can't do what I'm going to do."
He increased the pressure of his hand. He touched her inner thigh. The skin there was softer. More sensitive.
Jinny trembled. But she did not stop him.
The n saw her. They saw his hand. They saw where his hand was going. They heard her whisper. They heard her tremble.
So gasped. So stood up and left. They couldn't bear it. Others stayed. They tortured themselves more.
Pablo did not care. He continued touching her. His hand moved slowly on her thigh. It rose slightly. Then lowered. Then rose again.
Jinny was breathing with difficulty. Her eyes were half-closed. She was enjoying it.
"Pablo... the n..."
"Let them watch."
He suddenly raised his hand. Then he placed it on her waist. Then on her stomach. Then on the edge of the small fabric.
He didn't pull it off. He just touched the edge. He stopped.
Jinny opened her eyes fully. She looked at him.
"You're... crazy."
"Perhaps. But not as crazy as you."
He raised his hand. He smiled. Then he stood up.
"I'll co back later."
He left her lying there. He walked away.
The n looked at him. Looked at Jinny. Looked at each other.
They didn't understand what had happened. But they knew one thing: Pablo was the only one who touched her. And they knew they would never touch her.
Jinny remained lying down. She was smiling. She could still feel his touch on her skin. She was thinking of him. Thinking of his hands. Of his eyes. Of his confidence.
She closed her eyes. She continued sunbathing.
She was happy. She knew this voyage would be long. And she knew she would enjoy every second of it.
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