Andrew
Holy shit, AJ! Keep it together, man! DJ just turned over, and her tits are covered by only a thin white sheet. I can see her nipples harden as the sheet fabric settles on her skin. They are perfect. So far, I’ve done a good job at keeping my cock in check and not thinking about all the things I want to do to this woman. To keep myself distracted, I’m mentally reciting the names of the US presidents in chronological order .
And don’t even get me started on her ass! Perfect. Heart-shaped and firm, thoughts of slapping it crossed my mind several times while I massaged her hamstrings.
Now that she’s on her back, I slowly begin the massage on the front of her body. I’m still mindful of making her as comfortable as possible. I ensure that the sheet is carefully folded to give me access to one leg while still covering her lace thong.
Her thighs are nothing short of spectacular. I drip the oil between my fingers and let it slide slowly down and over the top of her bare skin. I watch beads of oil fall to her inner thigh, and I start rubbing at once. My thumb follows the oil trail, and I glance up and look for any disapproval. None. I continue to work her entire leg, up and down, using my large hands to touch every inch of her skin. Her smooth skin feels like silk under my palms.
I slide a chair over and position it right behind her head. Another rush of her floral aroma hits my senses like a drug. I want more, and I slide my hands underneath and start kneading her neck. Her head lies heavy in my hands as she is completely relaxed. I rub her forehead, cheeks, and ears softly.
After taking her head in my hands, my fingertips slowly start applying pressure on her scalp. Running my fingers through her thick, curly hair, I get lost in the moment. I look down and see her nipples pressing against the sheet and the outline of her bare breasts. Oh, how I would like to run my mouth over those.
My eyes move back to hers, and I’m met with a gentle smile.
“How are you doing?” I casually ask, hoping she didn’t see me ogling her perfectly shaped rack.
“This has been incredible,” she says softly.
“Make sure you leave a four-star rating on my Yelp page,” I suggest.
She slowly grins. Her face is relaxed. Her body is completely calm. It’s been nearly two hours since we started. I finish by running my fingers through her hair. I lean over and whisper, “Okay, I’m going to step into the other room. Take your time getting up and dressed.” I leave quietly and head to my bedroom.
As I wait for her, I hope that I get to do this again. I mean, her body is toned, and she obviously has stunning curves. Watching her bite her bottom lip, I knew she was enjoying it, maybe even more than she realized. And shut-the-front-door with her cute little feet and nails painted tulip-red. I confess that I enjoyed it more than she did.
“Ready,” I hear from the other room.
She’s sitting on the table, dressed, legs dangling, with an expression of contentment on her face. Her eyes confirm that she enjoyed this unexpected experience.
“Can I get you some water?”
“Yes, please,” she responds.
“Hope that met your expectations,” I dig for a compliment .
“Ohhhh, you moved well past my expectations with the whole fruit tray, but your fingers running through my hair as you massaged my scalp pretty much sealed the deal for me.”
“I thought you had fallen asleep at that point.”
“Nope, just 100% relaxed, and I didn’t even mind you staring at the girls,” she replies with a wink.
I’m busted, and my facial expression shows it.
“Ya, sorry about that,” I stumble, trying to recover.
“Don’t be, I liked it,” she admits.
What am I supposed to do with that? I lean into the banter and hold my breath. “They’re fabulous.”
“Thank you for the compliment about my boobs and for the massage,” she says as she hops off the table and heads for the door.
Shit! She’s leaving. Is she pissed? What is she thinking? Will I see her again?
She turns. “We’re still good for lunch, right?”
Phew! “Yes, 100%.”
“Is one okay for you?”
“Perfect,” I respond as she turns to head down the hallway.
This woman continues to surprise me! She uses “fuck” and “boobs” in casual conversation and isn’t at all fazed by my open appreciation of her body. She’s raw and honest and doesn’t have a filter. I feel like I could tell her anything without judgment. Lunch is only two hours away, and I can’t wait.
Shit! I forgot to meet Ally for breakfast! She’s going to be really pissed.
I pick up my phone to text her, noticing eight missed messages.
Yup, I’m in deep trouble, but I don’t want to kill my buzz with thoughts of being on her shitlist.
I’ll touch base with her later.
Delaney
I get back to my room, all hot and bothered. As I walk in, I notice a gorgeous floral arrangement on my dresser that wasn’t there when I left. What the hell? The card reads…
This man! How the hell did he get a floral delivery on a ship? I’m going to put a pin in that one for a minute because right now, there’s only one thing I can think about. My chatte (pronounced shot) is ready to go! It’s my nickname for my pussy. I don’t mind the word, but I just think la chatte, French for cat, is a little classier. I believe any word spoken in French instantly sounds a little sexier.
I strip down, creating a pool of clothes on the floor, and slide into my freshly made bed.
There’s no doubt that I’m soaking wet.
I did everything I could not to guide his hands to my center and allow him to finish me off right there on the table.
The whole room setup, the scents, his hands gliding over my bare back, and then my ass.
Fuck! My hand wanders through my wet slit, feeling my clit harden as I run circles around it with my middle finger.
I don’t need any toys right now.
This man has me so worked up and horny.
I’m going to come fast and hard.
Two fingers dive deeper into my hole as my hips grind harder and faster.
I twist and pull on my hard nipple with pleasure.
I feel my face getting flushed, and my breath has become short and labored.
My fingers are now more intentional, sliding in and out of my wet chatte , harder and faster, as I think about what AJ would look like fucking me with his large cock.
AJ slides deep into me, inch by inch, until he bottoms out deep inside me, his balls resting on my parted lips.
I feel the burning sensation between my thighs build, a pleasurable throbbing, knowing I’m about to fall off the edge. My hips grind against my fingers and hand, bucking harder and faster, lifting my hips off the bed. I moan with pleasure, arching my back, so close to finishing. “Fuck me, yessss ,” I whisper. And then, a total release of pleasure covers my fingers and hand, and my body shudders in uncontrollable jolts as I ride out my explosive O. I collapse, exhausted. Score one for AJ. #satisfied
While returning to earth, the only thing I could think about was what AJ said earlier: “There’s got to be a better way than running on this monotonous machine to release tension,” and I couldn’t agree with him more. I only wish he could’ve been here to watch.
Pulling the sheets up, I need to sleep. I can still feel the throbbing between my legs as I drift off. Not a bad way to start Day 2!
Delaney
I wake up, shower, and take full advantage of the removable shower head. I linger in the steamy stall and ride out another O before getting dressed.
Shuffling through my suitcase and drawers, I put on my two-piece classic bikini and slide my favorite black linen drawstring shorts over my bottoms. Next, I throw on an airy white linen button-down shirt, tying the tails into a knot so I can show a hint of my midriff. The red halter strap from my swim top peeks over my neckline, and I’m sure AJ will notice. Once my hair is tossed up in a sloppy bun, I grab my sling and sunglasses and head to lunch.
The motion of the ship is smooth, and the water is calm. I finally take a minute to notice that we’ve sailed far enough south that the water is now a deep Caribbean blue. I obviously haven’t been paying attention to anything but AJ over the last eighteen hours. Today is a sea day as we make our way to San Juan, Puerto Rico. The sun is warm, and there’s not a cloud in the sky.
Just to recap my morning: I’m working on three hours of sleep, ran nearly four miles, had the best massage of my life with the most gorgeous man I’ve ever met, had flowers delivered to my cabin, and came twice. Three times if you count the one at 3:49 a.m. Yea, I’m rocking this vacay! #ridingtheOtrain
When I get to Destinations, I see him patiently waiting for me. Based on his attire, we obviously had the same idea about finding a spot by the pool after lunch. He’s dressed in navy blue board shorts, a white T-shirt, and OluKais. He removes his black Wayfarers, and his eyes connect with mine. Shit! Those beautiful, gorgeous eyes. Here we go again. They’re like a damn tractor beam, and I get sucked in all over again.
“Hey,” I say, approaching him.
His eyes skim over my outfit, and a small crease tugs at the corner of his mouth. “I promise that today’s lunch will be a lot less messy than yesterday.”
“That’s a mighty big promise. You sure you can deliver?” I quip.
“Well, based on your moans while on the massage table, I feel like I already have,” he jabs.
Yikes, what did I do during that massage? I mean, I was awake for most of it, and I know I dozed off a little. I might have moaned once, but what else did I do? At the end of the day, though, he’s right – he has delivered. My scorecard already says three.
I playfully hit him in his chest, briefly feeling the solid core beneath his shirt. Yeah, he’s like a rock.
As we make our way to get some food, I turn to him. “Thank you for my flowers.”
Looking puzzled, he asks, “What flowers?”
“The ones you sent this morning while I was in your room.”
“Oops, those ended up in your room? They were meant for someone else.”
I’m caught off guard, but before I can say anything, I notice the playful smile that I’m starting to associate with his handsome face .
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist.” In a more serious tone, he says, “You’re welcome. I hope you like them?”
“They’re gorgeous. How the hell did you pull that off? Seriously, how did you get flowers delivered to my cabin, and on top of that, how did you even know my cabin number?”
He turns and looks at me, hesitating. “I know some people?” If he thinks I’m just going to accept that lame-ass answer and move on, he’s sorely mistaken.
“I know some people?” I repeat slowly. “That’s your answer?”
He sees that I’ve taken issue with this. I do want an answer, but I’m not trying to spoil our day.
He tries again. “I called down and asked if someone could deliver flowers to the most beautiful woman on the ship.”
“While I very much appreciate that compliment, please give me the straightforward answer,” I reply, getting more serious in my tone.
“Okay, it was really simple. I left a message for Enzo, the ma?tre d’ from last night, asking him to send flowers to the beautiful woman I shared dinner with. Since I didn’t have your room number and still don’t, I assumed he would be able to look it up. The fact that he got it done so quickly impressed even me.”
Score another point for Pinnacle and five points for AJ!
“Why didn’t you just say that?” I ask.
“Because I thought the whole, ‘I know people’ sounded more impressive,” he answers.
“Oh, so now you’re trying to impress me?” I ask, delighted.
“Is it working? Even a little?” he begs.
“Too early to tell,” I respond, as I turn and head to the salad station, grinning because he’s definitely impressing me more than he knows.
Andrew
We find some oversized lounge chairs at the Oasis, the adult-only covered pool area. Changing hats for just a second, I make a mental note that we need to be clearer about the guests in this area being eighteen and over. I know people want to hang out with their kids, and we have a pool area for exactly that. However, in this area, people want quiet and relaxation. That’s why we don’t play music or host events in this space. Okay, back to vacation.
She spreads her towel and slides off her sandals, showing off her red pedicure that perfectly matches her well-manicured fingernails.
My eyes follow her hands as she begins to slowly slide her tiny linen shorts over her curvy hips. Knowing I’m watching, she captivates my full attention as she reveals the red bikini bottoms with a cheeky cut. Fuck me! It’s impossible not to stare. Her bikini bottom provides moderate coverage of her ass. The same ass that probably still has my fingerprints on it from this morning. She then unties and unbuttons the breezy fabric of her shirt. I know I saw the outline of her breasts this morning under the sheet, but this…this is life-altering. The neckline of the bikini top provides modest coverage for her perfectly shaped bosom, but it’s clear that her perky boobs don’t need the support provided by the thin fabric or the sexy strap that ties around her neck.
She lies down on the lounge bed, grabs her Kindle, and begins reading without pause.
I’m frozen. Move, idiot! I know I saw her body this morning, but for some reason, this view hits differently.
“What are you reading?” I inquire, trying to break my awkward silence.
“A romcom with five chili peppers,” she answers.
“Five chili peppers?”
“Ya, lots of really good, descriptive sex scenes,” she says with a devilish-smile.
“Would you like a drink?” I hear a waiter behind me interrupting the explanation of the chili pepper rating system.
“Drink of the day, please,” I respond. “DJ, would you like to order something?”
“I was hoping to get a shrimp cocktail. Extra sauce,” she replies, laughing.
Number one, that laugh is so sexy. Number two, this woman is funny!
“Seriously?”
“What’s the drink of the day?” she questions.
“It’s the pinko colada,” the waiter responds.
“No wonder you didn’t want to say that out loud, AJ. Sounds kinda girly,” she teases. “What exactly is a pinko colada?”
“It’s a pina colada with banana and a splash of grenadine,” the waiter answers.
“Yup, sounds girly and perfect,” she confirms, looking at me. To the waiter, she says, “I’ll take one of those.”
I hand him my room key and settle into my lounge chair next to her. It takes every ounce of energy to keep my eyes from gawking at the gorgeous woman on my right, and I’m failing miserably.
“Did you like that?” she asks.
“Did I like what?” I shoot back.
“Me taking off my clothes,” she whispers without moving her head an inch.
Fuck me! Okay, if you’re going to ask…
“Fuck, yes,” I respond, quiet enough that only she can hear me.
Without moving her head, continuing to read her book, a playful smirk emerges.
“Good,” she mouths, knowing damn well I’m looking directly at her.
I grab my Kindle and start reading just to keep myself distracted because a boner in a swimsuit is not easily hidden. That’s when I see Pieter and Ally walking around the other side of the pool. I watch passengers approach Pieter to take pictures as Ally scans the pool area. I can’t tell if she sees me, and I’m not doing anything to get her attention .
That’s when I hear, “Your drinks, sir,” but somehow, we miss the handoff, and the pinko colada spills on, yup, you guessed it, DJ. It is like slow motion as the frozen pink drink flies in the air and lands on her bare, flat stomach, causing a screech of surprise.
Two things are going through my mind right now. Number one, this woman is never going to want to see me again. Number two, all this commotion is going to ensure Pieter and Ally will come over to make sure everything is okay.
I look at DJ. “I’m so sorry. I…I don’t even know what to say right now.” I hand her some towels to clean up as she stands to wipe herself off.
“Is everything okay?” I hear Pieter ask. Please don’t blow my cover!
“Yes, sir, it’s all good,” DJ replies. I don’t know if she’s lying or if she’s just this classy. Feels like the latter.
“There’s a shower in the corner,” Pieter directs.
“Thank you, Captain,” she replies.
“My pleasure. I hope you are enjoying the cruise so far?” he inquires.
“I most certainly am. I had a relaxing massage this morning, and the shrimp cocktail was the best I’ve ever had,” she says, winking at me. Turning back to Pieter, “Any chance I can get a picture with the most recognized captain, and if I’m not mistaken, The Sexiest Man on the Sea?”
“Absolutely. But my wife thinks I paid someone to write that,” he says jokingly.
She tries to hand me her phone, but my hands are holding the empty pinko colada glass and the dirty towels.
“I can take it for you if you’d like?” Ally steps in.
“Oh, thank you, that would be great,” she replies.
Ally reviews the photo, declaring, “That looks great!”
“Thank you so much. I’m glad we captured this moment, but I’m going to rinse off now.”
“Enjoy the rest of your day, and don’t hesitate to let us know if you need anything,” Pieter adds.
Before she walks away, I hesitantly ask, “Can I get you something?”
“A pinko colada in a glass would be great.” She laughs.
What a smartass! I’m done. I’m all in. I want this woman. She gives me a quick wink and says, “I’ll be right back.”
“Impressive,” I hear Ally say after DJ is out of earshot.
I don’t know if she’s talking about DJ’s ass or her recovery. Regardless, she’s right on both accounts.
“I’m so sorry about breakfast this morning,” I mention to Ally.
“If you were with her, I don’t blame you,” she says, acknowledging DJ’s appeal. She’s my favorite sister today!
“Pieter, I assume Ally has filled you in?” I ask, glancing at DJ as she walks toward the showers.
“Yes, she has. Just let me know if there’s anything you need,” he replies .
“All we’ve done is exchange names. We made a pact at dinner that we wouldn’t discuss work since we’re on vacation, so she has no idea that I’m even connected to the cruise line,” I explain.
“Ya, I heard. Logistics,” he says, grinning.
I look at Ally, feeling slightly betrayed.
“I had to tell him; it was a classic response!” she explains.
“Okay, but no one else,” I demand. “I would just like to see how this plays out. Smooth sailing, Captain?” I ask, trying to change the subject.
“Had a small incident this morning that has been resolved,” he replies.
Changing hats again, I ask in my best CEO voice, “What kind of incident?”
“We have the US Junior Gymnastics Team on board, and one of the girls slipped while getting water and sprained her arm,” Pieter reports. “She’s fine, except she has to be in a sling the rest of the cruise.”
“Hate to hear that. Is there anything we can do to cheer her up or make her cruise experience better?” I ask.
“We’ll get with the team coach and let you know,” Pieter replies.
“I’ll catch up with you both later.”
As they walk away to return to their duties, I notice several passengers stop Pieter and take selfies. The man is unstoppable!
Just then, I see DJ heading back with fresh towels, a pinko colada in her hand, and a charming smile. Some would let an event like this ruin their day. It’s like it didn’t even faze her. No big deal. Move on. What’s next? Or at least that’s what I hope she’s thinking.
I immediately start to fumble through an apology. “I’m so…”
“Shut up, all is good,” DJ reassures me.
“So, it’s okay if I stay?”
“Why wouldn’t it be?” she asks.
“This has got to be getting old. The whole spilling of food and drinks. I’m. So. Sorry.”
“AJ, I’m fine, we’re good. Let’s just enjoy our afternoon together.”
I hit replay in my head. Did she declare it was “ Our afternoon?” Yes, I’m very much in touch with my feminine side thanks to my sisters, and “our” is a big deal. There’s no denying the sexual tension is palpable. But there’s something else. I feel a real genuine connection between us, and my only hope is that she’s feeling the same.