(Pirate Era) Diary of Anne Breckinridge part 4

Captain Anthrop had me taken to a small cabin which was, compared to my living conditions upon the Alexandria, a very welcome change. A soft, but modest bed with a fine down pillow and a window at the port side of the ship. After a few moments of examining my quarters there came a knock on the door; I answered and two men carried a large wooden trunk, they set it down and after giving me a good stare they left. A man behind them came carrying a basin of water and a bottle of fine perfume, he too ogled me before leaving and closing the door behind him. I opened the large chest and found to my surprise a number of fine dresses and a looking glass and along with a few other vain instruments. Surely these were part of booty carried by some unfortunate merchantman carrying the latest fashions from Paris or Milan to the West Indies. I removed my rather ragged green dress and bathed as best as I could with the basin of water adding perfume for a fine aroma. It felt so nice to wipe thegrime away from so many days of travel.Next I tried one a gorgeous red dress, but twas , alas, to large. I passed over a escort izmit white gown that was far to small but found a yellow dress nearly my size, though a bit tight. However, as it was small it merely increased and illustrated my curves much more. After playing with my hair in the looking glass for a time a memory of my life before my adventure came to mind. Oddly this was a veryenjoyable event, I was looking like a woman again instead of some ragged vagrant.After some time, though it seemed short in my gay estate, there came a knock and a rough looking man with square shoulders bid that I follow him to the officers' mess. When I entered the officers' mess all chatter seemed to stop and all eyes gazed upon me. I felt awkward for a moment, but then they all rose, the captain leading the example. I nodded in thanks and took a seat next to Captain Anthrop, they all sat down almost in unison.Petty crew members bore food and drink in abundance at the Captain's nod. There were four other men, beside myself and Captain Anthrop, the First and Second mate, the Quartermaster, and the Boatswain. izmit escort All of the men were well dressed and had gay expressions, save for the Quartermaster, who rarely talked during the meal but insisted on staring at my bulging cleavage.The meal was wonderful, fresh fish, bread, turtle soup, and exquisite wine, no doubt another pieceof booty.I was ravenous, though I used all my capacity of manners, though I wanted nothing more than to dig whole heartedly into everything on the table, it had been ages since I had had a decent meal. The conversation was rather dull, and menial; mainly introductions and the sort. Once the meal was done Captain Anthrop bid me join him for tea in his quarters. I agreed, of course, after all I was still their captive despite all the finery. Thanks and "goodnights" were made and I followed Captain Anthrop to his quarters. I stood in front of his large oaken desk and stared down at the nautical charts that covered it. A man entered the cabin and set down a try with china and pot of tea and left. Captain Anthrop came close behind izmit kendi evi olan escort me and spoke."I trust that dinner was acceptable." said he. "Aye," I said "right well it was, I thank ye kindly." I felt him nudge closer. "I had another kind of thanks in mind." he said, as he moved his hands on my shoulders and down my arms and along my waist. I stood there and breathed abit harder. What was I to do but to yield. I felt one of his hands cup my breast as he began to kiss my neck. His free hand began to undo the tedious number of draw strings on my dress. It felt strange, his kisses. William had never kissed me. Captain Anthrop worked his lips along my neck, up and down then kissed my ear slightly before returning to my neck. I was actually enjoying it a bit as I stood there his body pressed close behind me. I felt his commanding grip upon me and he carefully forced my dress open from the back and letting it fall to the floor, my petticoat being another level that confounded him. He spun me around and continued so fumble with my corset, as he did so he moved his mouth along my body to my breasts, still covered by the lacy corset which I had donned.He moved his head back up to my neck and pecked at it with kisses until he reached my cheeks and lips. He had made progress on my corset and removed it altogether leaving my petticoat the only obstacle for his pleasure.