Jenny's Sunset Cruise

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 
port 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.

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.

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.

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 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