The Captain and His Lady There had been a lot of talk over the past week about the new Riverboat that was coming down the Mississippi River. Rumor had it that the rooms were 12 by 14 for the suites and the suites had a Jacuzzi that would hold two. No one had ever heard of such a thing being available on a Riverboat but here is was coming down the River.

As the riverboat got closer you could see its name, Mountain Jane.

A strange name for a boat, we were sure it was for a lost love of the captain or owner of the boat. It sure got more talk going as everyone said the name to themselves and started whispering to the one beside them. I was sitting on the boardwalk in an old wooden chair, one stretcher between the front legs was broken, the finish was weather beaten, I had the chair pushed back on two legs that were creaking as I laid my legs across the railing on the outside of the boardwalk. The boardwalk was narrow so this made it impossible for the passengers for the riverboat to pass, that was on purpose. I was to be the first on board it was my boat, my dream, and finally it was here. I was dressed for the occasion, I had a riverboat captains suit tailored for me from a pattern made in the 1850s.

Its white coat and brass buttons stood out in the modern day crowd. I had let my mustache grown to be a handle bar mustache for the occasion.

The captains hat fit perfectly since it was tailored made. As the riverboat pulled up to the dock and tied off, I stood up and with a loud bass voice I called, All Aboard.

I had always wanted to do that. One more thing off my list.

I boarded the vessel first and then turned to welcome each person that came on board for this maiden voyage.

The riverboat was freshly painted you could still smell the paint as you boarded, the smell of the paint mingled in with the perfumes the women wore as they boarded, the water of the river had that river odor, a little fishy close to the shore, the stacks on the riverboat bellowed white smoke from the steam turbines that had been made special for this riverboat. There were none others like them in the whole world. As the passengers boarded I noticed one passenger in particular. Her hair was auburn red that you could see out from under the Southern Belle bonnet she wore for the occasion. She stood about 5 6 and was a truly beautiful woman. As she passed I offered my hand to help her onboard.

She smiled at me as I gave her my hand, her hand was small in my hand.

I told her my name was Mike and Id be her captain for the voyage, Her name was Dixie she was from Alabama.

As she passed her perfume intoxicated me making me follow her with my eyes as she moved around to the other side of the boat to her cabin. She was traveling alone, most others had spouses or friends with them. I made a note to invite her to my table for dinner. We finally pushed off from shore around 1500 hours. We headed south following the current. The day was a pleasant day with temperatures around 75 degrees with a light breeze, The movement of the boat added to the breeze and made the dresses of the ladies walking around deck blow exposing their legs to the warmth of the sun. Most had sundresses on with spaghetti straps.

All were colorful and it gave the deck the appearance of a large bouquet of flowers with the colorful dresses and the mixing of perfumes as they deck became full of men and women walking, lounging, just enjoying the scenery and each other. We passed several old antebellum homes along our way, very majestic sitting along the river bank, The azaleas were in blossom, the grass green along the way. As I watched the flow of color on deck I saw Dixie come around the corner, it was if the river ceased to flow at that moment.

Her dress was a white summer dress. It was a three quarter length stopping a few inches below the knees.

The front of the dress was cut to show her cleavage and a little more, enough to make mens eyes wonder for a moment as they passed. Her skin was already turning a light brown from the tanning of the sun, it was obvious she had been out in the sun for more than just today. Her eyes seemed darker in the sun, almost deep blue with a hint of green like the river that made them sparkle in the sunlight. She carried sunglasses in her hands but never intended to cover her eyes with them. She smiled at the passengers as she floated by them on the deck. She approached me and for a moment I was without words. I said hello and after some small talk about the river and the shoreline I asked her to accompany me at the captains table for the evening. She said yes and you could tell it was a relief to her to know she did not have to eat alone for the night.

She really didnt have to worry because as I was asking her I could see several men approaching us with the same invitation I am sure. As the evening began to cool, you could smell the magnolias in the breeze. Men were smoking cigars on the deck and having a sip of Tennessees finest whiskey. The women were preparing for dinner, making up and getting into their dinner gowns for the night regalia. As the lamps were being lighted by the crew the ladies came out to claim their men for dinner. The dining room was eloquent. The finest silver was seen on all the serving trays, the food had steam coming off of it as the silver covers were removed for serving, mint juleps were the dinner drink for the ladies as the men continued on their earlier beverage for the meal with a little branch water on the side.

And for those who just couldnt take mint julep wine was available. Roasted wild boar covered in cooked onions surrounded by whole mushrooms, carrots, and small potatoes was the main course. If boar was too much for you quail were available as well as catfish fried in a light flower batter. Every vegetable that can be grown in the south was on the menu.

For desert there was key lime pie and coconut cake that had five layers. If that was not to your taste homemade ice cream was being served as well.

No one left the tables hungry. Dixie set at the captains table with captain Mike. She had thought others would be there with them but the table was set for two. There was a candle burning in the center of the table, the table cloth was lace, the chairs were padded with down feathers and covered in soft leather. The captains silver was very ornate with small sails in the pattern on the ends of the knives, forks, and spoons, very nautical.

The captain was already at the table speaking to one of the hands as Dixie approached, as soon as Captain Mike saw her, he stopped his conversation with the hand and from that moment on no one else existed on the riverboat except Dixie. Dixie had a wonderful time with the captain, he was knowledgeable of so many things but especially the river. He could talk for hours of the river and the history of riverboats on the river. Dixie was captivated by the captain, He was tall, at least 6 4, he had a large mustache, he had a rugged cut to his shoulders and jaw and when he smiled he had dimples in his cheeks. His laugh was jolly, and when he spoke he southern accent could sweep you away. They stayed at the table for hours just getting to know each other. Finally the candle was no longer, it had long lost its glow, and they suddenly realized that everyone had left the dinning room except them. The captain asked Dixie to go with him on a walk around the deck. She agreed and as they left the room the captain put his arm around her waist to give her support and because he thought it would be wonderful to do so. As they walked it seemed the moon followed them on the deck. Others were on the deck but not looking at them, the others were lovers looking into the eyes of each other.

The longer they walked the closer Dixie leaned into the captains chest. Mike could feel her breathing next to him and he felt his own heart leap as she pressed in closer.

The grew long and the captain needed to go and check on the boat for the night, as he escorted Dixie to her room he asked her if he could be so bold as to call on her in a little while just to say good night. She blushed and told him she would be disappointed if he did not do say good night. The Captain was gone for an hour before he returned to her cabin. It seemed that everyone had called it a night the deck was silent, the moon was behind a cloud and the captain could hear the singing of a womens voice coming from Dixies cabin. The captain knocked quietly as to not cause a commotion on the deck.

Dixie came to the door looked out and turned off her light before opening for the captain. The captain was taking off his cap to say good night when he felt a hand take his cap and toss it inside the room. Dixie led the captain inside her room where a single candle was burning for light. The captain stood there astonished at what he saw before him. Dixie was no longer in her evening gown, but now she had put on a sleeping gown that revealed her beauty. The material that accented her breast was a light shade of black that was thin enough to allow the full beauty of her skin show through.

The gown was cut down the middle and it did not meet again until it was below her navel.

Her skin was lightly tan, and it glistened from the perfumed oil she had put on while waiting for the captain. Her nipples were erect under the material and it seemed that was what kept the material on her breast at the moment.

Dixies hair was flowing over her shoulders and you could see the sparkle of small diamond ear rings in each ear under her hair. Her neck had shadows cast upon it from her hair, her perfume filled the room, it was called breathless.

The perfume alone made the captain want to devour her on the spot. As the captain surveyed the wonder before him his eyes fell toward the floor as he realized her thighs were exposed by the slits up each side of the gown.

Her thighs were firm and inviting.

As the captain moved to take her in his arms she pushed him away and went to a small table in the room to open a small bottle of Merlot she had asked the cabin boy to bring to her for the night.

She popped the cork and giggled as she poured the wine into one glass for them both to drink from for the evening. She brought the glass to the captain and lifted up to his lips and tilted the glass so he could drink from her glass. As he sipped the wine she looked at him and said this is only a taste of what can be for us. She removed the glass and reached up to unbutton the captains coat, she removed it from his shoulders and then the suspenders.

As she undid the buttons on his shirts it revealed his hairy chest and stomach. Dixie ran her hands across his chest and down to his stomach as he helped to remove the rest of his clothes. Dixie looked at him and blushed for a moment as she surveyed his body with the eye of one wanting to be taken for the night. The captain took her in his arms, he kissed her lips that seemed to be on fire.

It seemed the kiss would last forever. As he released her from the kiss his lips moved to kiss her neck, to nibble on her ears. Dixie moaned as he nibbled on her ears and neck. The captain moved to her breast and with his big hands he slide the gown off her shoulder exposing her nipples which he took in his mouth and he played with them until Dixie could take it no longer.

She moved them to the small bed in the cabin. She pushed the captain onto the bed, her gown was now down around her waist and the captain tried to send it to the floor, Dixie resisted and told him a lady had to keep her gown on and she giggled. As the captain laid there wanting her she slowly moved over him letting her hair rub against his chest and stomach as she reached down to take his manhood in her hands.

She stroked him gently as he reached for her ass to pull her closer to him.

His hands covered her cheeks and he massaged them for a moment as she went down on his p***s and took it into her mouth. She moved on him like he had never experienced.

She stayed for a little while before releasing him and moving in position over his p***s. She guided him in as she came down on him. Captain Mike groaned as he felt her tightness around him, she was wet with desire and he wanted all of her, Dixie put her hands back on his thighs as she moved in unison with Mike.

There movement increased for a moment, their breathing became shorter and faster and then Dixie stopped moving, she looked at Mike and he knew she wanted him on top. They rolled over and as Dixie was lying there waiting on Mike she felt his mouth kissing the inside of her thighs, he moved from there to her v****a where he kissed her c******s and sucked on it while using his tongue to massage it for her. Dixie lurched upward off the bed as she had an orgasm while Mikes head was between her legs. Mike came up quickly so her thighs did not squeeze his head. He laughed as he lowered himself onto her and he penetrated her with his p***s. They held each other close for a moment kissing as they started moving together as one. Mike came up on his hands as he lifted his chest off hers and their movement increased. Faster and faster they moved until finally they both were in orgasm together, each shaking as if the whole boat was shaking. Dixie brought blood to Mikes back with her fingers as her hands grabbed him as she had multiple orgasm. Mikes breathing subsided as he looked down on the face of this angel. He couldnt believe his fortune in finding her. As they began to relax Mike kissed the eyes of Dixie, her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, She pulled him close and they laid there for the longest before finally falling off to sleep, the candle still burning. During the night the cabin boy came into the room and blew out the candle and covered them. He never spoke of it until now. This night changed his life forever as he discovered what it meant to love a woman from his captain and his lady.