A time when the world stuggles to recover from the Great War and a time of excess. (Please ask to join via a pm before posting.)

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A drizzle rain falls as the taxi turns into the gateway of the Liverpool docks. The taxi stops and a young porter opens the door to the taxi. "Are you for the US line sir?" From inside the cab comes the reply. "Yes I am." The porter smiles and says. "You best get aboard then sir. I shall bring the luggage."

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Standing on deck holding her umbrella, she watched the other passengers boarding. Sadness and anger welling up inside her as she held the railing tightly,tears beginning to trickle down her cheeks. How could she have been so stupid as to believe all his lies and travel so far from home? Well, enough was enough, the war was finally over and she would finally make that journey back to the ones she missed. Perhaps this voyage was just the beginning of a new time of self-discovery.

The dock was busy with people as he left the taxi. Pulling a hat over his head and draping a leather overcoat over his shoulders. He walks towards the ship. He is a tall man with a kind face. A soft man hardened by war and its toll.

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As the ship began to fill with people, she decided to stop feeling sorry for herself. After all that terrible war was over, life would be good again. She was sure of it. Looking around she watched families with children in tow struggling to get thru the throngs of passengers, and had to smile as one father tried so hard to get his daughter's hands off the railing where she clung, screaming to the heavens. She looked down at all the people yet to board and noticed one handsome gentleman in a hat and overcoat. Yes, perhaps this would be just the trip to begin life anew.

He made his way to the ship past all the people saying their goodbyes to friends and loved ones. "This way to first class Sir." Says the porter. "I am in cabin 12." They walk along the deck towards his cabin. As they go he notices a charming yet sad looking lady by the rail. "Good morning. Nice day to be going somewhere else don't you think?" As they walk by her.

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She smiles at the handsome man, so surprised that he noticed her. So lost in his good looks, she completely missed what he said. Not to look the complete idiot, she just smiles again and says "yes"......and hopes that was the appropriate answer. After standing for awhile watching all the hustle and bustle, she decides to head to her cabin for a nap. Stopping a porter, she tells him that she's gotten a bit turned around and could he please direct her to cabin 10. Being a gentleman, he offers his arm and says he'd be most pleased to walk her to the cabin. Well this may be more of an interesting trip than ever imagined, she thinks to herself.

The little sign on the door reads 12. "This is it Sir." Says the porter as he opens the door. While waiting for porter to get his things into the cabin he sees that sad lady again. She is in arm with a porter and heading towards him. Removes his hat and smiles to the lady as he goes into his cabin. As he does so a very large and jolly English gent says to a lady with him. "I say, isn't he that American fighter ace chap? er.. Whatshisname thingy??" His wife looks confused. "I have no idea, I am sure dear."

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She walks along with her arm on the porter's, well aware of the stares from the other passengers. After all a woman of her obvious means did not covort with the hired help. Well, by god let them stare. She had spent the last few years living a much too rigid life and now it was time to become the woman she knew she was. And the porter was none to bad to look at either. So they walked and chatted as he escorted her to her cabin.
As they turned the corner, her heart stopped short. It was that very handsome man again. And he had smiled....What a nice smile....and wonder or wonders, she thought, his cabin is next to mine. Did she hear correctly? Did that gentleman say the other man was a flying ace? And an American?

The porter stops in front of a door labeled 10. She thanks him and lets herself in the cabin. She takes her coat off and tosses it across a chair. She stretches out across the bed and listens to the bustle coming from the next room. Was that him? Was he alone? Was he undressing? Oh, it had been much too long since those clandestined meetings with that sniveling twit she actually thought she loved. Her hands roamed over her breasts squeezing, they continued down her stomach, pulling her dress higher. Her hands slid up the inside of one stockinged thigh, fingers touching the garter....and now slipping inside the leg of her panties.....she quickly found her clit and began rubbing in slow circles around it. Listening to the noise from the next room, her imagination fueled, she slipped two fingers down her wet slit, teasing her pussy lips, softly moaning....the two fingers slid in easily as she was soaking wet by now....in and out faster and faster, her thumb rubbing quickly across her clit as he fingers plunged deep and hard.....panting....softly moaning.... she raises her hips and thrusts deeply as the orgasm overtakes her.....sliding her fingers out.....lazily licking them, she continues to listen to the noises and drifts off to sleep.

Once in his cabin he unpacks his things for the voyage. While placing his things in the closet he hears a odd sound from the next cabin. He places his head by the joining door to the cabin. What is that sound? No it couldn't be? The last time he heard that sound was back in Paris while on leave. Ah! What was her name again? He ponders. Thats right, Fefe! He smiles as he remembers. He takes a long hot bath and dresses for dinner.

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The maid enters her mistress's cabin without knocking. She had never been so lucky as to have been employed by such a kind woman before, so she repayed that kindness by being as attentive as possible to her needs. The maid, Fefe, thanked her lucky stars every day for this good woman saving her from a long life as a barmaid in Paris.

In the near darkness of the room, she takes in the scene before her. There lies her sleeping mistress, her dress raised to her waist, her panties still pulled to the side, her beautiful pussy framed by dark thick hair, still glistening from the obvious work of her hands earlier. As Fefe reaches to wake her mistress, she is overcome by the urge to gather just a small taste of the bounty laid before her. Although she had admired and yearned for her mistress, she had never dared touch until now. This was more than she could resist. Without thought of the possible consequences, she lowers her face to the waiting pussy of her mistress. Her tongue gliding over the lips, gathering the juices that lay there. Her mistress stirred in her sleep, raising her hips slightly and moaning softly. Fefe slides her hands underneath her mistress's hips and lifts them to bring her sweet soaking cunt closer. As she gently sucks the hard clit into her mouth, her sleeping beauty awakes. Fefe stops and looks into her eyes. By the smile slowly crossing her face, Fefe knows all is well and resumes her attentions to her mistress.

Grace starts awake as she realizes that a warm mouth is giving her the most wonderful sensations she'd ever felt. She raises her head and peers into the most angelic face of her maid and friend. She smiles, raises her hips and reaches down to push Fefe's face back down. Although she had never had a woman touch her like that, she felt it was right. It was just another step to becoming the woman she always wanted to be. Leaning up to watch Fefe's talented lips move over and around her pussy, she moans and grinds into her face, driving Fefe's tongue even deeper. Sensations beyond anything she'd ever felt consumed her. Crying out as her hips rotated in tight circles against Fefe's mouth. Clutching the bedspread, she leaned her head back and growled from deep inside. That tongue warm and wet, darting in and out her hole, she screams as the intensity increases. Grabbing Fefe's head she shoves her wetness into her face and cums with a screaming gush into Fefe's mouth. Pulling Fefe up onto the bed, she kisses her passionately, tasting her own juices on those lips. She pulls Fefe down and slides the maid's dress up and bloomers down and pushes her legs wide. Wonder crossing her mind at the beauty of this French woman. With no further thought, she dove between her legs and devoured her as if she were starving for a last meal. Sliding her fingers deep into Fefe's hot wetness, she let her tongue wander, tasting, lapping, licking, sucking, nibbling, biting.....all to the accompaniment of Fefe's moans. How could she have gone so long with out tasting a woman? As her fingers began to slam deep and hard, her tongue circling the French beauty's clit, Fefe's screams echoed off the cabin walls as she filled Grace's wanting mouth with her cum.

Dan is busy dressing for dinner when he hears that noise again. Only this time louder and there seems to be two of them. "What the heck is that?" He looks out the porthole expecting to see a flock of sea birds flying by making loud calls. But no, there is no birds. No, it seems to be coming from that cabin again. "What is going on in there?" He ponders and thinks that while at dinner he should find out who is in that cabin.

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There is a knock at the outside door. When he answers it there is a ships steward standing outside his cabin. "Good eve Mr Slade. You are invited to dine at the Captains table tonight." Dan smiles and nods to the man. The steward then goes and knocks on the door of cabin 10. Dan watches with interest. He takes out a gold cigarette case and lights himself a smoke. From behind Dan comes a female voice. "May I have one of those Darlinkk?" Dan turns to see a tall young sultry woman with legs that seem to go the full length of her tall body. Dan smiles and offers her a smoke. "Why of course you may." The woman takes a puff and and says. "I do so love Amerikkan things Darlinkk! She then walks off down along the deck.

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Fefe answers the knock at the door. Forgetting her mistress is bathing, she opens the door wide to see the steward standing there. As he announces dinner, his eyes travel over Fefe's shoulder and to the open bath door on the other side of the cabin. He watches as the other dark haired woman rises from the tub, steps out and stands at the side of the tub drying herself. He watches as she places one leg on the side of the tub and bends to dry her foot and lower leg. She exchanges that one for the other. After drying off, he watches and admires the curve of her hips as she begins to pour oil into her hands and rub it up and down her bent leg, as her hands travel up her inner thigh and seem to disappear from view as they must be rubbing oil on the places he can only imagine. She pours more oil and sloooowly rubs it up the other leg, again her hands disappearing from view. The smell of cinammon wafts to the cabin doorway. More oil is poured and she rubs it up her arms as she is turning to face the doorway. She sees the steward staring. She looks into his eyes, picks up the oil, holds it high above her breasts, leans her head back, which causes her long dark hair to spill from the pins holding it, and pours a very sloooowww drizzle of oil onto her breasts. The stream of oil travels down over her hardening nipples and runs between her breasts and down her stomach. She places the oil onto the vanity nearby and lets her hands sloooowly begin to rub the oil into her skin, her fingers paying extra attention to her nipples, twisting and pinching and pulling as she never takes her eyes from the steward's face. Her hands rubbing in the oil down her stomach, moving so very slow as she gets closer to that dark triangle of hair. Just as she is about to slip one finger there, she leans over and softly closes the bath door.
Fefe follows the stewards gaze, turns to him and says, "She's quite beautiful, is she not? She is my employer and I attend to her needs. Perhaps you should come by the cabin and help me do that very thing some night?" Looking down at the obvious buldge in his pants, says, "you and your friend there would be most welcome". She closes the door before the steward can respond.
The steward staggers backwards and runs right into another passenger, who had also witnessed that display. "Excuse me sir" he stammers trying to not let on that he had felt the definite hardness of the man's cock as he backed into him. "Is quite alright my boy, we both seem to be a bit distracted at the moment", the passenger chuckles before walking down the hall, heading to dinner.

Dan is busy watching the Darlinkk lady vanish around the corner. He turns back to see the steward and another man standing outside the opened door to cabin 10. They seem to be in a trance as if they were trout transfix by a fishmens lure. Dan ponders if he should take a closer look, but no he thinks and how odd there is a female voice that sounds familiar somehow. He shrugs and shuts the door to his cabin. He wonders off down the deck to the dinning room. Ponders if Darlinkk will be there.

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