Spicy Erotic Sex Stories
Bert Debois
©Copyright 2011 Bert Debois 2011
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Cruise to Erotic Adventures
Sandra had dreamed of this cruise for years. Since her divorce she had been feeling unwanted and yearned for the touch of a man (or a woman at this point even though she had never been with a woman before). Although a few men had asked her out, they had all known her ex-husband in one way or another and that was too close to him for her.
Having never been on a large modern cruise ship, she was awestruck when first entering into the ship’s huge lobby, or atrium as the person welcoming her on board said it was called. As she followed the large Jamaican staff member escorting her to her cabin, she felt a thrill inside her in anticipation of the time to come on board this floating city they called the “Song of Freedom”.
The staff escort put her bags in the cabin and wished her an “Irie” cruise, which in his thick Jamaican accent made her feel like she was far away from home and in another world. The cabin had a big window overlooking the water, it was not large, but she felt it was the perfect boudoir for her escape from the reality of her boring life.
After putting away the clothes she brought, she glance at the closet and wondered what she should wear to go and explore her floating palace. On the right, next to the halter top hung a sexy teddy she had brought just in case she met someone special, but did not think she would need it as she was not the kind of girl to sleep with a man until she had really got to know him, but then again she did that with her husband and all it got her were years of unhappiness, deprived of attention and mound of credit card debt that she had finally paid off the year before.
Looking at the teddy made her think of someone looking at her while wearing it. She decided to take a shower to get the funk for traveling off of her before heading out to explore. The shower as quite small, but had lots of water pressure and what seemed like an endless supply of luxurious hot water to soak her tired body. Stepping out the shower as naked as the day she was born, she realized that she had not closed the curtains to the big window, then seeing there was only water outside, decided what the heck, if the seagulls wanted to look at her naked body, they could.
She stood in front of the full length mirror and examined what she saw, a still vibrant woman with perky 34C breasts, nice smooth curves and long legs that men seem to look at when she walked with short skirts. A shiver made her put her arms around her as she tried to warm herself. Feeling her arms up against her breasts made them feel good. It has been far too long since her ample breasts were caressed, her nipples licked and gently pinched and pulled. The thought made her hands cup her boobs and started squeezing them and lifting them up, as she did, she looked down and pulled one of her nipples towards her mouth and licked it, then lifted the other nipple to her mouth and licked it as she did not want it to be jealous.
Standing there with her breasts in her hands, and nipples moist from her licking made a warm sensation between her legs that she had not felt in some time, even by her own hand. Sandra continued to rub her breasts and squeeze her nipples until a drip of wetness ran down the inside of her muscle toned thighs. It had been too long since she had felt the ecstasy of an orgasm, and decided she could wait no longer.
Lying down on the bed, she felt the warmth of the sunlight coming through the window and warming her naked body. Slowing she slid her right hand down across her stomach, until she found her belly ring she had gotten one night years before after a few tequila shots and some girlfriends convincing her it make her feel sexy, and it did. A gentle pull on the belly ring and she felt the sensation of slight pain yet stimulation at the same time. Moving down her flat stomach she reached down her right thigh as far as her hand would go, then back up the inside until she felt the warm, slippery moistness on her fingers.
Teasing herself some, her fingers gently moved up and down her lips to spread the wetness over her long time neglected pussy. Yes, she thought why have I waited so long, and then slowly inserted her middle finger as far as it would go into her. A gasp came out of her mouth as her back arched slightly and legs spread wider as her finger went deep into her wetness. Another finger slid in which made her moan some more, two was always her favorite number of fingers in her and she moved them in at out of her in long full strokes.
Enjoying the feeling of her self pleasure, Sandra pulled out her fingers and brought them to her mouth where she licked one finger, and then the other. The taste of her pussy had always turned her on and now she was loving the taste of her juices. After licking her fingers clean, back down to her wetness and explore her hidden jewel that was he clit. Taking her left hand from her breast, she moved it down to pull back on the hood to her now enlarged and wanting button. The right hand finger found its target and began to rub it gently at first, teasing the bump that she knew would give her so much pleasure. Gradually rubbing faster and faster, then pulling on her swollen clit, she knew it was getting close, so long in the waiting.
Her back began to arch up and head thrown back as the wave of ecstasy traveled through her body emitting from the magic place between her thighs, then down her legs to the end of her toes that we now curling. Then up her stomach, feeling her nipples harden even more, arms begin to shake and finally her head throws from side to side as her climax begins to fade down slowly and her body feels like it is somewhere else, in the midst of clouds floating in the warm sun.
That was great she thought to herself as she promised she would not deny her that pleasure, even if she had to do it herself. Landing back on earth, she sat up and a cold shiver ran through her entire body, not one of pleasure, but one of outright shock. She was looking out the large window and saw a man on what looked like a window washing scaffolding. He was dressed in a blue coverall and had dark skin, a paint brush in his hand and was staring right into the window at her naked body with a huge smile on his face.
Quickly she leaped from the bed and closed the curtains as her heart raced for the second time in the past few minutes. Thinking what in the world would someone be hanging off the side of a ship, the realization came to her that he was painting the side of the ship. As the embarrassment faded in the solitude of her now dark cabin, Sandra had to laugh at herself. Never would she have thought of herself in a situation like this, but she had to smile and the embarrassment turned to exhilaration at what had just happened.
Creeping back to the curtains, she peaked outside and saw that he was gone, so she flew open the curtains to let the sun back into her room and felt the warmth on her still naked body. Normally she would have covered herself up, but for some reason she found being naked and seen something of a turn on and stood there in front of the window for all the world to see, although now it was only the seagulls flying by that saw her.
Still smiling from and exciting past half hour, Sandra decided it was time to go out and explore the ship and begin living again and not be afraid of what would happen. She put on a flowery sun dress that she had bought for the trip and headed out of her cabin to find the next adventure.
Feeling famished from traveling and some self pleasure, Sandra took the elevator to the pool deck in search of some food to satisfy her hunger. Having studied the ship’s deck plans after booking her trip, she knew there was a buffet area behind the pool. Arriving to the pool deck, she stepped out of the elevator, went through the sliding doors and felt the blast of the warm Miami hot moist air hit her body. Instantly she felt every pore on her body break out in a slight sweat and she loved it.
Moving to the back of the ship where the Lido buffet was, she noticed men in the same blue coveralls that she had seen on the guy who had watched her pleasuring herself. They were scattered among the deck doing what looked like maintenance on the ship. They all somewhat looked the same, small build, dark skin, not tall at all, and then she remembered reading about cruise ships and that a majority of the crew are from Jamaica, Europe and the Philippines. In some strange way, it gave her a smile knowing a strange Pilipino man had watched her one woman sex show and thought that next time she would like to know he was there and put on a really good show him.
Arriving at the Lido buffet, Sandra moved into the line to get some lunch. The amount of food was staggering as they had everything from deli meats, pasta, pizza, hand carved roast beef, soups, salads and enough dessert to make her not fit into any of her clothes. It is amazing how there are people in the world that wonder where their next meal will come from, and her she was selecting from enough food to feed a village somewhere. But that was what cruise ships were all about, excess and decadence she thought, isn’t that why she booked her getaway vacation on a cruise.
Filling her plate until no more food could be put on it, she found a table overlooking the port of Miami and began to devour the roast beef, cantaloupe, watermelon and salad while sipping on an iced tea while overlooking the urban paradise of Miami. A smile came over her face with satisfaction of a full stomach, warmth from the humid air and lingering glow of a self induced orgasm.
Looking around, she found herself examining the people around her. She was always a people watching voyeur of sorts and loved watching people around her and try to figure out who and what they were even though she did not know them. It was similar to her social networking. She had a Facebook account with over 100 friends, but rarely if ever updated her status or added a comment on what she was doing. Instead, she would look everyday at the posts of her “friends” and know what they were up to almost by the minute, yet did not share any thoughts on her day with anyone. Same went for her Twitter account, she read tweets every day, but never tweeted about anything.
Then again, besides posting that she had gotten divorced and changing her status to “single”, there had been nothing of interest to post about her life. Working and being alone is not very exciting to read about, and does not make anyone feel good to post that they are lonely and unhappy in life. But the last hour had been exciting, and she pulled out her phone and decided she would post something. Deep down, she wanted tell her friends that she had just masturbated while a young Pilipino man watched outside her cabin window, but that would be a bit too much information she thought. Instead, she posted “Enjoying the warm Miami heat on the deck of the cruise ship I am on for the next few days, will post more later”. In an instant all her friends could read that Sandra was actually doing something fun in her life.
After finishing lunch, Sandra moved off to see more of the ship. Moving back to the pool, the voyeur in her began looking at everyone around. There was the family with small kids that were playing by the pool, a group of women in what looked like a ladies retreat for some older church girls that are going somewhat wild with the way they were drinking their umbrella drinks and ogling at the men that walked by. She thought the umbrella drinks looked very refreshing and decided it was time for a cocktail in the middle of the day. A waiter came by and she picked up a Mai Tai with a bright umbrella in it. The friendly Jamaican waiter asked for her boarding card and wrote down her information to charge the drink to her room.
Sitting on a deck chair by the pool, she noticed a tall handsome man chatting to a beautiful bombshell of a blonde with obviously enhanced breasts. He caught her eye as he looked like an old boyfriend named Bob she had in college that seemed like a lifetime ago. She began to think of how he had been the first one to show her how good and fun sex could be. They would fuck everywhere, and fuck is the right word as they rarely made love in the traditional sense of the word. She was a sophomore and he was a senior and they lived in dorms that were next to each other on campus. It was one of the best years of her life as they fornicated anywhere and everywhere they could. She fondly remember how Bob loved to lick her pussy, in the dorm rooms, the car, the park at night, and once in a movie theater, but for the life of her, she could not remember what the movie was that time.
Ah Bob she thought, the first man she had unprotected sex with. She was on the pill and after a few months of dating, they threw caution to the wind and had sex without the protection of a rubber. The first time he came in her she could not believe how warm it felt deep inside her, and wanted him and his cream in her every time they could. One thing she loved to do every time he came inside her, was for him to pull out and she would go down and slowly lick his shaft with both of their juices on it. It was one of her favorite things to do and lick his cock clean and taste their mixed juices as his penis would slowly get softer in her mouth.
But Bob moved on after graduating and they drifted apart. A year ago she had found him on Facebook and friended him. He had a wife and two kids and was the happy family man, she wondered what her life would have been like if they had stayed together and built a life, but instead, she met her to husband to be Frank, and although it was great in the beginning, it turned out terribly.
Frank was a nice guy, but the sex they had together was utterly boring. He only liked the missionary position, and always used a condom as he was terrified of having kids. No fore play or oral or anything fun like she had with Bob, just lay down on your back and let him get it over with and fall asleep. It killed her to think how he had left her for a 24 year old blonde and had a child with her, the condom must have broke she thought with a devilish grin on her face.
Smiling back to reality, she heard a voice say “good afternoon”. “Excuse me” she said, looking up to see a man about 45 years old with salt and pepper hair and a deep dark tan. “Do you mind if I use this chair mam” he said. Sandra kept her smile and told him to go ahead and use the chair. “My name is Terry” he said, “what is yours?” She told him she was Sandra and the two started chatting about the ship, and how nice everything was. Terry was a widowed Real Estate man who now with the economy not doing so good, had little to do in selling houses nobody wanted, but still had the money left from the boom days that with his investments had made it so he did not have to do anything he did not want to do.
She was enjoying herself immensely as they talked on and on as to how they had come to this place in their lives to take a cruise and enjoy themselves. It was time for sail away and to begin their cruise to the Bahamas. Terry said he enjoyed their talk very much, but had some friends on board that he had promised to meet and wondered if they could talk again. She gave him her cabin number and watched him walk away to meet his friends.
As the ship sailed out the port of Miami amongst the waving passenger and small boats tooting their horns as the behemoth of a ship slowly made its way to open ocean, Sandra smiled as she watched the lights of Miami fade off into the distance. It was time to get ready for dinner, she had first seating and did not want to be late, and so she strolled back to her cabin and prepared herself for dinner and the night to come.
Traveling by yourself on a cruise ship can be somewhat lonely in itself as just about every other passenger is with someone or a group. Sandra found herself at a table of six with a family of four. The two kids were seven and nine years old, both girls. She watched as the parents tried to have some small talk with her, but found themselves constantly working with the girls to behave themselves, to eat properly and not make a mess. It was a long dinner that she could not wait to be over. Finally after the dessert was served, Sandra excused herself from the table vowing to herself never to come back to that dinner table and went for a stroll out on deck.
It was one of those beautiful evenings one dreams about with the tropical air being warm and cool at the same time. The moon was high in the night sky and she looked out over the dark ocean and wondered where the road of life would take her. Then she reminded herself of the quote from Emerson, “Life is a journey, not a destination”. So far the journey had been ok at best, and she hoped the rest of her journey would be filled with more happiness and joy.
She continued walking on the Promenade deck forward to the front of the ship. It was darker up here and as she rounded the corner towards the bow, she heard some noises coming by one of the cranes where what looked like life rafts were located. It sounded like a woman in the heat of passion, more of a grunting sound. Sandra slowly walked up to a shelter near a doorway where she could peek around and see where the noise was coming from.
Her jaw dropped as she peeked around the shelter to see a woman bent over the railing and a man behind her ramming her with all his might. Her top was pulled down and Sandra could see her large breasts hanging over the side of the ship and swaying back and forth as the man had his hands on her hips and was thrusting with everything he had. In between her grunts, Sandra heard her encouraging the man to fuck her. There was definitely no romance going on here, just the raw act of sex between two people.
The woman told the man, “fuck my pussy with that big hard cock”, “that’s it, bang me like the little slut I am” the woman said out to the ocean. The man’s grunts became quicker and somehow he seemed to go even faster. Seeing and hearing this made Sandra’s pussy wet and she wished she was that woman getting banged while looking at the stars on the moonlit ocean. It was all a bit too much and she lifted her dress up and pulled her panties down around her knees. It was no time to go slow, Sandra thrust her fingers into her wet pussy and started finger fucking herself like the man was fucking the slut with his cock.
Sandra had never fingered herself like that before, standing up with her dress hiked up, panties pulled down and watching a woman getting fucked like they were in a porno. The woman started to moan louder and louder saying “that’s it baby, I’m comingggggg”. After hearing that, the man spoke for the first time saying “that’s it baby, I’m going to fill you full of my cummmmm”, and with that his thrusts stopped and he buried his hardness into her and kept it there. At that same moment, Sandra felt her legs go weak as an orgasm waved through her body and it took everything she had to keep from falling to her knees.
The man kept himself in the woman and she looked backed and kissed him deeply. Sandra pulled her fingers out of her pussy and licked them quickly before pulling up her panties and lowering her dress back down. It was time for her to go she figured, so she opened the door she was next to that led her into the hallway of the ship and found her way back to her cabin.
What a day it had been, she had two orgasms (even though she did it herself, they still felt great), she had been watched masturbating and had watched two people have wild sex in public. It had been the most exciting day she had had in longer than she could remember. Settling down in the cabin and getting into bed for the night, she wondered if Terry, the man she had met earlier that day by the pool would call her. But she was not going to worry about that tonight and she fell fast asleep to the rocking of the ship as is ploughed through the seas.
Sandra woke with the sun beaming through her window and feeling like a new woman. It was the best night sleep she had in a long time. She did not even take her sleeping pill which she usually needed to get any sleep at all. She got dressed and went to breakfast at the buffet as there was no way she wanted to start her day with the family at her table in the dining room.
They were in the port of Nassau, Bahamas and she had never been there before. Even though the ship sold tours on the island, she had decided when planning the vacation that she would just walk around the straw market and take in the feel of the Bahamian island. Walking down the gangway of the ship and onto the dock, it was a long walk to the terminal and she enjoyed the stroll in the humid warm air.
After going through the terminal, she was accosted by locals selling their services and trinkets to anyone willing to stop. One woman kept screaming at her that she need her hair braided, while another man pushed his way in front of her trying to sell her a private tour of the island. The harassment was more than she had prepared herself for and quickly went back to where she had come and after showing her ship id to the security guard in the terminal, she was back in the quiet of the dock.
Deciding that she had taken in all of the ambiance the island was going to offer her, she walked back to the ship for a relaxing day on board. Walking back up the gangway and onto the ship, she saw a sign for discounted spa treatments while the ship was in port and that no appointment was necessary. That sounded like a good idea, pamper herself some in the spa.
Sandra took the elevator to deck 11 where the spa was located. It had a beautiful little water fall at the entrance and she went to the reception desk to see what they had available. A nice young girl, who was from South Africa according to her name badge, walked her through the spa treatments. When the “hot stones” treatment was described, she asked for it as some of her friends had told her how magical the hot stones massage was. She was taken back to a one of the rooms and was asked to take a quick shower (there was one in the room) and to lay face down on the table under the sheet.
She took a quick shower and lay down on the massage table as she had been instructed to do. After a few minutes, the door opened and then shut and she heard a man say, “Ciao la mia signora, how are you today”. Sandra looked up and saw a tall handsome man standing over her, his name tag said his name was Luigi and that he was from Italy. She was not expecting a man for the massage and was not sure what to think, as there she was lying naked under a sheet with a gorgeous Italian man standing over her. Well, there was no way she was just going to stand up and walk out, so she said “hello, nice to meet you, my name is Sandra”.
Luigi began talking about the massage and how he was going to use warm stones to rub over her body and that they would relax her muscles and make her feel like a new woman. Still not sure of this, she just said “ok”. He took some stones from a warming basket, dried them off and place two of them her back, just behind her shoulder blades. “Is that too hot?” he asked, “No, that feels good” she told him. He removed the stones and then pulled back on the sheet all the way down to the top of her rear end, the air felt cool on her back. He put the stones back and the warmth was more intense now without the sheet between her and the stones. Slowly he started moving the stones over her back with just a slight bit of pressure. She immediately knew why her friends had told her how great the hot stones massage was, she was in heaven lying on that table with a beautiful Italian man massaging her with warm stones, she could not imagine how it could feel any better.
After a few minutes, he put a small warm stone in each of her hands and told her to hold them. The warmth radiated through her palms and up her arms. Luigi massaged her arms with two other stones while she had three lay on the small of her back, “does this feel good” he asked. All she could do was let out a quiet sigh of “yes, Luigi”. All the stress of life seemed to melt away as the warm smooth rocks were moved over her back, neck and arms. As she lay there with the stones on her back, he pulled the sheet from her legs and revealed all the way up to the bottom of her tush. Now the only thing that was covering her up, was a few stones and a sheet that barely covered her butt cheeks.
Even though she was in state of total relaxation, being so exposed felt unnerving, but she felt way too good to say anything. Life is a journey she thought again, and she wanted to enjoy it. Luigi took two very warm stones and placed one on each cheek of her round bottom. She could not believe how good they felt laying on her rear end. He then used more warm stones and massaged down each of her legs and the arch of her foot, even to the end of her toes. Up and down he went with the stones and even more stress melted away from her.
Soon his strokes were going farther and farther up her legs and then moved inside the thighs. One time the stone was moved all the way up to the crack of her ass, which made her moan ever so slightly to herself. To this day, she has no explanation what she did next, but she spread her legs slightly apart. Luigi then took the two stones on her cheeks off, removed the sheet completely and then put the stones back to their resting spot on her taught posterior. There she was, naked as the day she was born, lying on a table with warm stones on her and a man she had never met before over her.
She then felt the stones begin to move on her ass as he massaged her gluteus maximus deeply with the stones. Never in her wildest dreams would she believe something like that would feel so good. She could not remember what this massage cost, but whatever it was, it was worth it. He then began doing long strokes from the small of her back down to her toes, as the rocks traveled up, they ventured deeper and deeper inside of her thighs. Once again, she spread he legs apart slightly more to allow the stones to move deeper inside her thighs.
Then it happened, one stone was moved all the way between her thighs and she felt the direct warmth of the stone on her inner lips and even though it was hot, she felt a moist sensation as she immediately was dripping wet between her thighs. As she let out another quiet moan as moved the stone slowly up the crack of her ass and she felt like she was on fire, but in no way did she want that fire extinguished. She felt the warm stone press against her little backside hole and thought she was going to jump right off the table, instead she pushed slightly back against the stone and let out another, louder sigh. He asked, “lo fa sentire bene, does this feel good?”, and all she good do was to open her mouth and let a quiet “yes Luigi”.
The stones were all removed from her body and he said “pleasa roll over and I can do your front”. Now she did not know what to do, to say no would be embarrassing, and to roll over and let him see her completely exposed breasts and front would also be embarrassing. After what seemed like an eternity, but was in fact only a second or two, she rolled over with her eyes closed and lay there in the buff on her back with someone she had not even shaken hands with yet. Her mind came back to reality somewhat as she wondered what would happen next, but she felt some warm stones on her stomach and she was melting away again.
He moved the stones gently around her stomach in circular motions. Around and around they went, and her with them. Her stomach was warm like she had a fire in her belly, and then she felt the stones move up between her breasts and in her cleavage, then they worked their way around her breasts and back to her stomach. Never in her life had she felt like this, and she wanted more. He kept circling her breasts with the rocks and then started moving them over her 34C firm tits. When the stones slid over her nipples she thought she would have an orgasm right there and then, but she did not. Her back arched a bit, her nipples were warm by the stones and she opened her eyes for the first time since the massage started, and saw Luigi smiling down on her while he was rubbing her front side with his magic stones. She closed her eyes and smiled and felt completely relaxed, his smile had been as warm as the stones he was using on her naked body.
He then took two rocks and balanced one on each of her breasts. Even though she was not as young as she used to be, her boobs were still perky and were able to balance one stone each. The constant warmth on her nipples once again almost sent her over the edge. As she got used to them, Luigi retrieved some new stones from his basket and set them right on the top of her legs on her sides of her hips. These new ones were very warm, but not too hot. He began to move them down the top of her legs, over her knees to the end of her feet. Once again he moved them up and down from her stomach to her feet, and each time moved more and more to the inside of her thighs.
As if it was déjà vu , a stone moved inside her thigh and touched her inner lips, as if on cue, she spread her legs slightly apart to allow the stone to touch more of her womanhood. She was glad that she had trimmed “down there” and just had a little landing strip of pubic hair, the rest was completely smooth and made the touch of the stones feel incredible. On each return trip from down her legs, the stones would slide inside her thighs until they came in contact with her lips. When the stone moved away from her moistening pussy, all she wanted was for them to return.
She was upset when he moved away from her legs and inner thighs and back to her stomach. The stones on her breasts were still warm and seem to keep her entire upper body feeling comfortable. New warm stones were brought to her the sides of her hips and her body instinctively spread her legs more. What happened next she could not believe, he moved a stone down her landing strip until it was just on the top of her lips. His fingers could be felt gently touching the outside of her moistened womanhood, and then he pulled the hood back that was hiding her secret treasure, her swollen clit. Ever so slowly, a warm, almost too warm stone moved down until it was resting right on top of her clit.
The universe as she knew it no longer existed and she was traveling outside of her body and swimming with the stars. She thought she was losing any control at all when Luigi said “godere, enjoy and abbracciare il sentiment, embrace the feeling”. She was embracing the feeling alright, never had she felt like this, and she hoped it would never end. As the stone lay there like a fire on her clit, she felt his fingers to gently enter her. He was a tall man with large hands and felt much different than her own fingers down there.
As he continued to play with her lips, and teasingly put a finger in her, each time deeper and deeper, her body took over and her legs completely spread as wide as they could, encouraging his fingers to enter her more. His middle finger slid all the way into her and it felt bigger than her husband’s dick had felt, yet another short coming of her husband that she wished to forget. A second finger joined the first, and buried themselves deep into her cavern of lust. Over the edge she felt herself going, she reached up and toss the two stones on her breasts and they went crashing to the floor and made a loud sound as they finally came to rest in the corner. Her hands squeezed her radiant tits and pinched her nipples harder than ever before and harder than any man had ever pinched before.
Right at that time, the stone on her clit moved up and she felt a hot tongue, almost as hot as the stone touch her treasure. Luigi, still with two fingers buried in her, put his mouth over the top of her lips and began to suck and lick. He sucked her clit into his mouth and began to tenderly nibble on it with his teeth, and then release the suction and flick his tongue on it as his fingers moved in and out of her wetness.
Sandra could take no more, she did something she had not done since being with Bob all those years ago, hearing the woman being taken on the deck the night before had given her inspiration and she opened her eyes, looked down at Luigi through the valley of her cleavage, he was looking at her as he licked and fingered her, she said “Lick my pussy Luigi, suck that clit and fuck me with those big fingers you Italian stud”. He seemed to go into over drive licking, sucking and fingering her, sweat broke out all over her body as she arched her back high in the air, he had to hold on as she lifted his face up with her pussy and she moaned loader than she should have as people could probably hear her all over the spa.
The rush ran through her body and she felt like she was being electrocuted as her arms and legs shook and she thought she was going to squeeze her nipples right off of her tits. Slowly, her arched back settled back down on the table and her legs lowered themselves. Luigi was still licking her and she had to push him away and pull his fingers from her as the electric shock subsided and she was left with a glow all over her exquisite body.
She lay there with her breathing coming back under control, and she look down the table at Luigi and her eyes opened wide with what she saw. He had taken off his clothes and sporting what had to be one the biggest cocks she had ever seen. Before she knew it, she was pulled down to the edge of the table and he had her legs up over her shoulders. The head of his huge member touched the entrance of her love canal and all she wanted was for him to plunge it deep inside her and fuck her with his big tool.
In an instant, reality hit her and she pulled herself back up the table and away from his hardness. She asked him “do you have a condom”, he looked down on her and his face turned from lust to that of a sad puppy, and said “no, io non, no I don’t”. Even though her lusty thoughts wanted him inside her so badly, she could not have unprotected sex with a complete stranger. Then again, she never would have believed she would allow herself to do what she had just done, her instinct still said no.
He pleaded with her let him inside, but she held firm and said, no, not without a condom. She thought for a moment and smiled at him and said “but I can still take care of you Luigi”, with that, his puppy dog frown turned upside down and a big Italian smile came across his face. She said “come over here with that big thing”, and he moved to the side of the table where she lay.
She rolled onto her side for the first time, got a close up look at what almost went inside her. It was about the biggest and thickest she had ever seen in person. Reaching out with her petite hand, she grasps the shaft of his hard cock and began to gently stroke it. Short strokes at first, then longer ones. Leaning over, she put her mouth in front of his “little head” and gave it a lick. This sent shock waves down Luigi’s legs and he smiled even wider.
With her other hand, she cupped his balls as she did her best to take him into her mouth. Half way was about the best she could do and she proceeded to give him a good American blowjob with her hand stroking what would not fit in her mouth and her other hand playing with his balls. He looked up at the ceiling and then down at her to enjoy the site of her mouth working his cock. His hips began to thrust slowly and she felt him deeper in her throat.
Finally she could not take any more in her mouth as it was sore from having to open so wide to take him in. She told him to give her some of the massage oil on the table next to him. He reached over and got and gave it to her. Pouring enough oil to fill her hand, she again grabbed his shaft and began to stroke him. Now with the massage oil, she was able to fully stroke his long shaft from his balls all the way to his tip.
After a few minutes she figured he might need a little inspiration to finish, so she looked up at him while continuing to stroke and said “you like this American stroking your hard Italian cock do you”, he muttered “Si, mi piace ti accarezza il mio cazzo, yes, I like you stroking my cock”. “Good” she said, “now I want you to come all over my nice American tits, will you come over my tits Luigi”, “si signora mia” he said louder and then his body tensed. She aimed his throbbing cock at her breasts and he moaned loudly and a huge load of his cream shot all over her tits covering her nipples and dripping down all over them like a melted ice cream cone.
Once again he gasped, she looked down and could not believe how much he had shot all over her. “Che e stato grande, that was great” he said to her, she looked up at him and said “you’re welcome”. She started to get up and he pushed her back down on the table and he told her to wait for a moment. With his cream dripping down her, she wanted to go and clean up, but then he was over her, and he took his hands and put them on her cum covered breasts and began to massage them. This she could not believe, he was using his cum as massage oil and it felt great. Laying back completely she relaxed as he rubbed his juices all over her breasts and gave her a breast massage like no other man had.
Finally he said, “finito” and walked over to the sink to wash his hands. Even though she did not want to get up, she forced herself to get off the table and went into the shower to wash herself off. It took awhile to get clean and all of Luigi’s juices off of her, but finally she came out of the shower to an empty room. I guess he really was done she thought. After getting dressed, she stumbled out of the room with some rubbery knees, and a sore mouth but a huge smile on her face.
At the reception desk, the nice young girl from South Africa asked if she liked her hot stone massage, “oh yes, it was incredible” she replied and put the bill on her room charge and left a big tip for Luigi. Walking back to her room Sandra felt alive and extremely tired at the same time. Once back in the cabin, she laid on the bed to take a nice relaxing nap.
Sandra woke with the sun shining through her window upon her face and felt the warmth of its glow. The ship was gently rocking as it sailed on for a day at sea, sailing nowhere except to be on a journey that would end tomorrow when returning to the Port of Miami.
She could not believe that she had slept the remainder of yesterday after the massage, through the night until the morning. Her body felt refreshed but starving. Lying in her bed, she remembered her experience yesterday and smiled. Her hands felt down to her bare breasts and she gently caressed them, remembering the feeling of Luigi’s warm cum on her body.
Feeling a sense of renewal, she jumped out of bed and got showered and dressed to go and find some food to satisfy her rumbling belly. Finding her way back to the atrium, she spotted a little café she had not seen before. The offerings that morning were croissants, fresh fruit and some French pastries that she could not resist. Settling down with a cup of coffee and her breakfast, she once again began watching the people as they strolled by, some on their way to Big Bucks Bingo that had just been announced over the ship public address system, and some dressed to go the pool to enjoy one last day of the warm Bahamian sunshine.
Looking at the daily itinerary she had picked up when passing the pursers desk, she scanned the day’s activities looking for something to do. Even though there were plenty of things going on, nothing seemed to grab her, so she decided to head up to the pool and enjoy some fresh sea breezes and maybe have a drink.
After going back to her cabin and changing into a bathing suit and a short sundress, she headed up to the pool deck to find a deck chair to be her companion for the day. Arriving by the pool, there was a bustle of activity going on. The cruise staff was conducting some sort of pool game with some passengers. The staffs were convincing some guest to stuff their bathing suits with as much fruit as they could, and the one with the most fruit stuffed into their suit, would get a cheap trinket with the cruise lines logo on it. One would have thought they were giving away a free cruise or something the way the passengers attempted to stuff themselves with fruit.
On the other side of the pool, they were setting up a barbecue lunch so that the sun worshippers would not have to leave their last natural tanning session to get a bite to eat. Even though she had just ate, the smell of barbecue chicken made her hungry again. A waiter came by and offered her a drink, she asked him what he suggested, he said “A Kalik beer me lady would cool your thirst on this hot day, it is made in the Bahamas and is very refreshing” he said with his Jamaican accent. “What the heck” she told him and off he went to get her beer.
She closed her eyes and relaxed in the warm glow of the sun, and thought back to the last 48 hours. Although she had really not planned on getting laid this vacation, she was quietly hoping she would. Of course she had more orgasms on this cruise than in a longer time than she could remember, but two were by her own hand, and one by a somewhat anonymous Italian massage therapist. She wondered if he did that with all of his clients, but then decided who cares, he did it with me and it felt great. A feeling of openness came over her, an openness to embrace what lie ahead in her life. Deciding she would not try and “plan” her life so much, but more to “live” her life as all her planning never seemed to go as planned, so why bother.
After the line had gone down for the barbecue buffet, Sandra went and selected some chicken, Caribbean rice, fried plantains and another Kalik to wash it down with. The lunch was good, but eating it in this atmosphere made it great, perception does change the overall experience one has in life after all. The limit of sun on her body had been reached for the day, but with the warmth of the sun and the Kalik beers, she decided to move location to the pool bar to have another beer, it is her last day of vacation and she could do what she wanted. Finding an empty stool, she ordered another Kalik and took a healthy drink and looked over at the people playing in the water. Her eye caught something that made her take a double look, it was Terry, the nice real estate man she had met on the first day of the cruise but had not seen nor heard from him since. A quick feeling of being pissed off came over as she remembered giving her cabin number and he never called or left a message on her cabin phone.
Terry was getting out of the pool and drying himself off, she chuckled quietly to herself as she noticed he was wearing a Speedo. She had always thought they did not look good on men, as usually the ones who wore them had large bellies and were very out of shape. But she had to admit to herself, he was fit, tan with a flat stomach and unable to resist the temptation to check out his Speedo, she did and saw a very flattering bulge. I guess if you have it, you could flaunt it, and Terry defiantly had what it took to wear such a skimpy bathing suit.
As she was looking at him, his glance turned in her direction and she found herself staring eye to eye with Terry across the pool. He smiled when he saw her and gave a quick wave while finishing toweling himself off. At least he recognized me she thought, thinking before how unforgettable she had felt the past few years. After drying off, he walked toward her, his backpack in his hand. He tossed the towel into the bin for used towels and came up to her and said, “hi there stranger, I was wondering when I would see you again”. “You did not call me” Sandra said with hint of sarcasm in her voice. “I am sorry, my friends have done their best to keep me busy, but I ditched them today so I could enjoy myself some”, Terry stated. “Well, I don’t want to keep you from enjoying yourself” she replied, “please, I enjoyed myself very much talking with you the other day, and would like to talk with you some more if you are not busy”, he said with a confidant smile on his face.
Sandra felt herself blush a little with the thought of a man wanting to spend time with her. To be honest, that is what she really wanted, was for someone to want to be with her because they enjoyed her company. She smiled and told him how she really enjoyed talking with him too. The crowd at the bar was thickening and Terry was pushed slightly into her body, his Speedo brushed against her leg and she felt a little shock run through her body feeling his manhood, even if it was through a bathing suit.
Terry excused himself for being pushed into her and suggested they go somewhere else to chat. “Where did you have in mind”, she asked, “without being too forward, how about my cabin, the cruise line was nice enough to upgrade me to the presidential suite, and it has a large balcony we can sit, relax and talk”. Now normally this is where Sandra would get up and walk away, but she was now on a journey, not planning life anymore and besides, she really liked Terry so far, he seemed to be a gentlemen of sorts.
Sure she told him, why not, and off they went towards Terry’s cabin. Upon entering the cabin, she could not believe what she saw, two large double doors with a doorbell, inside it must have been over 10 times the size of her cabin. It had an entry way, off in the corner was a baby grand piano, a full bar, full length couch and a huge balcony. Seeing a door to what appeared to the bathroom, she remembered that she had a few beers in her and needed to go to the little girls room. She asked to use the bathroom and he pointed towards a door and said he would meet her on the balcony.
Entering the bathroom she could not believe it, double pedestal sinks, a jacuzzi tub next to the window overlooking the ocean, full glass shower and a separate room where the toilet was. Afterwards, she joined Terry on the huge balcony and found him sitting in a lounge chair and had a bottle of champagne opened with two glasses on the table. He picked up a glass and handed it to her and said “to health and happiness”, she smiled toasted his glass and took a drink of the champagne, it tasted very good in warm breeze she felt on the balcony overlooking the beautiful deep blue sea.
They sat and looked at the view, she was very relaxed and enjoying herself. The talked more about their lives, the good the bad and the ugly. She was quite surprised at how open he was and willing to share his life with her. Never having had anyone to talk to since the divorce, she opening talked with him about what had happened and what had gone wrong with her marriage. It felt good to get things out in the open, a burden being lifted off of her shoulders she had felt for so long now. This was by and far the best part of her vacation so far she thought, talking freely about life without fear of being judged.
Terry agreed that being open about things was the key to life, keeping things boxed inside would only lead to exploding one day, and that rarely turned out good. Then he turned to her and said “speaking of being open and honest, can I tell you something that may shock you?” Oh great she thought, things were going great, he’s gay, or some sadist or freak job she thought he was going to tell her and ruin the feeling she had in her just a moment before. “Go ahead she said”, what else could she say she thought to herself.
He cleared his throat and said, “I enjoy a freedom in life, and that is being free from clothes, I like being in the buff so to speak” he said, “would you mind if I enjoy that freedom now, I am not asking you to take off your clothes, but I would like to be comfortable”. She almost started laughing, as all he was wearing was the Speedo, he was as close to naked as one could be already. After a moment of thought she told him, “that is fine, thank you for being honest with me”, with that, he stood up and pulled down his trunks and tossed them in the cabin.