Delaney
I was excited to meet Captain Pieter, “The Sexiest Man on the Sea,” or at least that’s what Porthole Cruise and Travel said last month. Yes, the man is certainly older, but those eyes, those eyes are 100% legit. Having my picture taken with him is one more thing I can cross off my to-do list this week.
Total side note, the woman who took the photo was the same woman standing next to AJ last night at the bar. She’s a gorgeous brunette who rocks her uniform and heels. I admire anyone who works all day in heels. That takes some serious calf strength. I think she’s the cruise director. It seems that AJ had a level of familiarity with both her and the captain. Either they’ve met before, or he’s just one confident, outgoing guy.
After three and a half hours of sitting next to him, I don’t even know how to describe him other than the most desirable person I’ve ever met. I realize that my cruise crush is, in fact, someone I’m connecting with on a deeper level. There’s no denying that our chemistry is compatible, and the sexual tension between us continues to escalate. Yes, he’s so fucking hot, and I’ll come back to that, but the way he jumped out of his seat when the pinko colada hit my stomach was pure comedy. I don’t get the sense that this man ever missteps, and somehow, I feel like I’ve hit his yearly quota in the last twenty-four hours. I’m tingling thinking about him standing there, his concerned, big brown eyes asking if he could stay, looking absolutely adorable, vulnerable, and sexy all at the same time.
The part I waited for all day arrived, and let me say this – the man does not disappoint.
When he removed his shirt, his chiseled torso came into view for the first time. I tried not to gawk at his pecs, sculpted and smooth, his chest hair trimmed, and who knew a guy this big could have defined abs? Not this girl! His biceps appear larger without clothes on. Everything appears bigger. I can make out the large outline of his cock in his shorts, and I can only assume he keeps things trim and neat down there. I’m not surprised to find his feet are well-manicured. Everything about this man screams complete package !
Sitting in the chair next to me, reading, it feels like we’re a married couple. Like we’ve been together for years, feeling comfortable in our silence, enjoying being alone together.
“I’m going to jump in to cool down,” he states. “Want to join?”
“Let me finish this chapter. I’ll be right there,” I respond, not even looking at him.
I don’t have a chapter to finish. I just want to watch him walk. Other women around the pool edge take notice as he makes his way to the water. He jumps in, submerging his entire body, and then it happens, right out of a movie, his body explodes out of the water in super slow motion. His arms bulge as he runs his hands through his dark, wet hair and then over his face, muscles flexing, water dripping off his chest. Yummy! At the exact moment his eyes lock on mine, I know he’s going to have me, and I’m going to let him .
I have to claim him. I don’t want others to have any doubt that he’s mine, at least for the next six days. I make my way to the pool and walk in; he swims up and meets me in the middle.
“Did you like that?” he asks with a smile.
Smiling and blushing all at the same time, “Fuck, yes,” I echo his response from earlier so only he can hear.
He grabs me by the waist and pulls me close, our faces nearly touching. His pure size sucks me in as I wrap my arms around his neck. He towers over me yet makes me feel extremely safe, protected, and claimed. I’m sure he can feel my hard nipples on his bare chest as they pull against the fabric of my suit. While we’re both wearing sunglasses, I can tell by the stiffness I feel below that he wants me. I’ve never felt this desired. I can feel his eyes appreciating every inch of my body while he hungers for more. I feel his hands wrap around my waist, his fingers gliding along the edge of my waistband. Our noses are so close, and the heat from our lips fills the small space between us. All of a sudden, we’re the only two people in the pool. That’s obviously not the truth, but it sure as hell feels like it.
I’ve never moved this fast with a man in my life. My breathing is calm as he holds me in his large hands, just floating. But just like this morning, I’m craving more.
“I like this,” I whisper in his ear.
“Me, too,” he says without hesitation. “Are you okay?”
“Outside of your head between my legs, I can’t imagine this being any better,” I answer. Fuck! What did I just say? Where did that come from? Please, God, tell me that was a bubble thought, and I didn’t say that out loud!
But his large grin tells me differently. Burying my head deep into his shoulder, I laugh in embarrassment.
I look up, trying to gather my thoughts and cool the redness from my face when I notice a group of young women walking past the pool. They’re all in matching outfits with an all-too-familiar logo. Holy shit! I unexpectedly throw myself off his body and dive into the water. I look like a damn bass jumping out of a boat. I can’t even imagine what AJ is thinking right now.
I come back up slowly, knowing I caused a little distraction. I scan the pool area, and the US Junior Gymnastics Team is no longer in sight. What the hell are they doing here?! I haven’t told AJ about my Olympic history, and it’s obvious he doesn’t know. Regardless, I’ve done speaking events with that team, and the coaches certainly know who I am. One of them, Jessica, was on the Olympic team with me. I relish the idea of this man getting to know me, just me – not as an Olympic gold medalist or writer, but just me. That’s what I want. That team being here could cause some speedbumps, but I’m determined to make this work.
Andre w
“What the fuck was that?” I ask, confused.
“Sorry, I thought I felt a bug in my hair.”
“Bullshit!” I counter.
“Okay, fine. I just needed to cool down,” she replies.
Well, that’s valid, and I was getting so hard, it’s probably best for both of us that I don’t get out of the pool pitching a tent.
The moment was broken, and we’re not going back to it. Holding her body against mine, feeling her boobs against my chest, I just wanted to throw her up on the pool ledge and taste her right there. But that moment is gone, at least for now.
“Dinner plans?” I ask, drying off.
“Is that your way of asking me out?” She wraps a towel around her petite body.
“Nope, just making sure you are covered because I already have plans.”
She lowers her sunglasses on her nose and looks, no, glares at me with those blue daggers. “Excuse me?” She almost sounds disappointed.
I hold it in as long as possible. “Nah, just playing,” I retort with a laugh.
The next thing I know, a sharp pain hits on my arm.
“Hey, let’s not get violent,” I plead.
“That was cruel,” she pouts as her eyes soften.
“I was thinking about the main dining room. Are you interested?”
“Sounds perfect. What time are you thinking?”
“7:30, okay? There’s an eighties trivia event in Hemispheres Bar at nine tonight that I want to check out.”
“I saw that on the app. Looks fun, and I’m a beast at eighties trivia,” she declares.
This is perfect. I’ve got about two hours before dinner, which gives me some time to walk the ship, talk with some crew members, and just observe operations. Because up until this point, the only thing I’ve observed is this bikini-clad woman on my right.
Delaney
I get back to my stateroom, grab my journal, and head out to the balcony. I’ve got two hours before dinner with AJ, and I need to remember that I’m working. Picking back up from my entry earlier at 3:36 a.m.
The cannoli with strawberries and chocolate sauce dripped over it, I was done. AJ. AJ. AJ. That’s all I can think about. Going to bed.
Day 2: Where do I start? Running in the gym early this morning, AJ giving me a massage, was really looking for a happy ending, lunch, pool, pinko coladas (my new favorite drink btw), photo with the captain, and dinner in two hours with Mr. Godiva. Life is so good. Sooooo gooood!
Ok, now for work stuff. The gym is state of the art, very clean, with a lot of updated machines. The view is breathtaking, and the staff was friendly and welcoming. Vast selection of food at lunch. I made a huge salad and had some grilled chicken skewers that had been marinated, incredibly good.
OASIS was quiet, but I still saw some guests under 18 in the area. Really like the outdoor feel of the indoor pool. The pinko coladas were awesome! US Junior Team is here! What are the chances? Going to try to avoid the team if possible and pray AJ doesn’t find out.
Grabbing my AirPods and scrolling through my music library, I land on one of my favorite albums, hit play on 25, and sit back and enjoy the view from the balcony. I look out into the horizon and see nothing but majestic blue. Feeling a little spicy, especially after the events at the pool with AJ, I decide to strip down and lounge naked.
Who am I? I’ve never done anything like this before. No one can see me, and it feels liberating to be this exposed. Feeling the warm sun on my bare skin, Adele in my ears, and a breathtaking view, the only thing that can possibly distract me is thoughts of AJ.
I wake up just in time to watch the sun fall off the Earth as we cruise into the evening. I’m so happy thinking about dinner and trivia with AJ. Sounds like a perfect date night. In fact, I’m more than happy. I’ve got a cocktail of butterflies, anticipation, and excitement in my stomach as I get ready. As I rub lotion into my skin, I notice that my tan has been extended to my nipples. I guess my sunset nap lasted a little longer than I thought. #sensitive
I put on my navy blue, chiffon maxi skirt. I love the look of the pleated fabric that flares in an A-line from my petite waist. My top is a tight-fitting white tank with a plunging neckline. It’s a little snug and lifts the girls, creating great cleavage, which I know AJ will admire. My outfit makes me feel confident and pretty. After years of my body being scrutinized as a professional gymnast, I’m finally at a place where I’m comfortable in my own skin and love my curves. I also relish knowing that AJ so openly enjoys my body, too.
My only concern tonight, and anytime I step out of my cabin, is running into anyone associated with the gymnastics team. Out on deck, I can blend in, wear a hat and sunglasses, and stay out of sight. At dinner, there’s nowhere to hide. I finish with my makeup, ensuring my lips are highlighted in red before heading to dinner.
As I arrive in the main dining room, I notice the familiar broad shoulders of a distinguished gentleman speaking again with two familiar officers. This guy is like the fucking mayor of the ship. First, the chef, and now he’s holding court with the captain and cruise director. He must have said something funny because the captain just broke out laughing loud enough to fill the room, and the cruise director nudged him with her torso. He seems pretty comfortable with her nonchalant physical contact. Seriously, how many times do you have to cruise to know all these people?
AJ looks as good as a piece of chocolate I want to melt and pour all over my body. The heat from between my legs intensifies with that mental picture. He shakes hands with the captain and notices me walking toward him. His eyes latch on mine, making me feel wanted and desired. Tingle. This new revelation feels so good, and I feel so sexy. No other man has ever looked at me like he does, and I like it a lot!
His dark jeans, crisp blue button-down shirt, and crimson jacket with a large blue check perfectly adorn this male model. The blue pattern in the jacket is an exact match to his shirt and the unusual symbols on his cuff. He’s so bougie. Does he have a personal shopper or is he just this good with fashion? As I approach, I’m gripped by his scent, and then his large arms wrap around my back. His chest is so large, and I surrender immediately, enjoying his embrace. God, he smells so good. Put that in a fucking candle, Bath and Body Works!
“Hello, gorgeous,” he whispers in my ear.
Melt. Melting. Melted. I’m all kinds of undone, and our night has only just started.
“Hi,” I say, muffled into his chest.
“Sorry about that, I’m probably smothering you,” he says. He can smother me every day of the week and twice on Sunday.
“I would never turn away from one of your hugs. Do we have a table?”
“We do, but it’s actually not in here. It’s in the kitchen—hope that’s okay?”
“Holy shit! You got the Kitchen Table,” I respond louder than planned.
“Yes. Is that okay?”
The Kitchen Table has been the most coveted dinner reservation on the seas for the past five months. How did he score this reservation, and who does he know?
“It’s a hundred percent okay. I’ve been reading the reviews, and when I tried, it was already booked. How did you get the reservation?”
“I was caller number twenty-seven,” he teases with a boyish smile.
“Shut-the-front-door. Seriously, how did you get it?”
At that moment, a gentleman greets us and escorts us to the kitchen. I do a quick scan around the room to make sure I don’t see the team or Jessica. All clear.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“I know some people, and in this case, that’s the truth.”
I can’t argue that, as it seems like he knows all the important people on this ship, so I let it go this time.
We make our way through the swinging doors while the wait staff slings trays with covered dishes and drinks to the tables. We’re directed to a secluded table right off the serving line, and a familiar face appears.
“Good evening,” the chef welcomes us.
I grin as I know he recognizes me from last night.
“Good evening, Chef,” AJ returns.
There is a familiarity between the two, but I’m still unsure how they know one another.
“Tonight is all about expanding your palates and enjoying the entire dining experience. There is no menu. I have personally selected the courses, wine pairings, and desserts. Bon appetite!”
As I take in the hustle and bustle of a kitchen preparing, plating, and delivering 1500 meals, all the noise dissipates as I’m totally and utterly intrigued by this man. I can’t help but wonder if he had the reservation before today. If he did, good for him, but I doubt it. No one wants to eat here by themselves.
“What?” he asks playfully.
“You know what? I’m guessing you didn’t have this reservation when you walked on the ship.”
“You are correct.”
Confirming. Confident. And downright sexy. And that’s all I need to know. This is for me. And in the words of Belinda Carlisle, “I Get Weak.”
Andrew
I’m sure my last response has her head spinning. Getting the Kitchen Table as a guest at the last minute is not even remotely possible. Getting it as the CEO of the cruise line is not even a stretch. Yes, I used my position to advance and elevate my wooing. Sue me. This agreement to not talk about our jobs is becoming increasingly challenging.
I’m still in awe when I glance across the table at this breathtaking goddess. When she walked into the dining room, I could hardly control myself, and I nearly suffocated her against my chest. Her outfit is classy and flirty. The girls, well, the girls are just magnificent, and I can’t stop thinking about kissing those red lips.
“What is this decadent dessert?” she asks as Marcus places another plate in front of us.
“Triple layer chocolate cake, cream cheese frosting, with a warm cherry sauce,” he explains in detail.
Marcus has outdone himself tonight. Every course, every bite, every drink of wine was perfect.
“Thank you so much, Chef. This has been spectacular,” she compliments him.
“It’s been my pleasure. I hope this has been a memorable experience for you both.”
“It has. Would you mind taking our picture?”
Oh. Okay, we’re now taking pictures together? Hell yes!
My mind swirls with fantasies as I watch her eat every bite of cake. Her mouth wraps around the fork, and then she slowly slides the tines through her sexy lips, empty. Her eyes and smile don’t hold back as she enjoys every bite.
“This is better than sex, AJ,” she confesses as she eats another bite.
“Then one of two things is true. Either you haven’t met the right guy, or I don’t know how to f…” I say, catching myself. “And I’m pretty sure it’s not the latter.”
Smiling and blushing, she replies, “It must be that I haven’t met the right guy.”
The conversation tonight has taken us to our favorite bars in Ho Chi Minh. We discovered that we both like dogs, but neither of us ever had one. We like going to baseball games but disagree on the best ballpark food. She likes the helmet nachos with extra jalapenos, and I like a good pretzel with mustard. At least we agree on the beer part. She sleeps on the left side of the bed, and Clueless is her favorite movie. Something to do with Jane Austen, I think.
Our conversation flows like a good margarita on a Saturday night. It’s easy, not forced, and very enjoyable. The more she shares, the more I want to know.
“I think we missed eighties trivia,” I say. “Do you dance?”
“I do? Do you?”
“I’m not great, but since it’s eighties and nineties hip hop in The Vibe tonight…”
“It takes two to make a thing go right. It takes two to make it outta sight,” she breaks out. I can’t believe she’s quoting Rob Bass and DJ E-Z Rock. This woman is too much!
I help her from her seat and gently guide her with my hand on her lower back as we head to the dance club. As we approach, I can see the multicolored lights reflecting off the glass and hear “Whoomp! There it Is” amplified as the doors open. The dance floor is packed.
“Do you want a drink?”
“Shots?” she asks excitedly.
Oh, it’s on like Donkey Kong!
“Yes, ma’am,” I reply.
We make our way to the bar, and I see Javier pouring drinks. Javi and I have known each other for at least ten years, and he is by far the best bartender in our fleet. Shit! I don’t want to blow my cover with DJ. As soon as he sees me, his face lights up. I try to motion to keep it…
“Hey, Boss-Man!” he shouts from across the bar. He extends his hand, and of course, I have to extend mine.
“Hey man, how are you?” I reply.
I have no idea how I’m going to explain this interaction to DJ, especially the whole “Boss-Man” greeting. I lean in and pretend I’m ordering drinks.
“Bro, tonight I’m not the CEO. Keep it light,” I request.
“Ten-four,” he replies.
I turn to DJ, who is wearing a “what the fuck?” expression on her face.
“Vodka or tequila?” I ask, not missing a beat.
“1800 Silver.”
The woman knows her tequila.
Javi places two shots on the bar, along with limes on a small plate and the saltshaker. I hand her a glass, and we both lick the back of our hands, add salt, and grab a wedge of lime. Our glasses clink, and we are off to the races!
“Another?” she asks.
I motion to Javi for another round.
“Boss-Man?” she asks in a slow, perplexed tone.
I knew there was no way she was going to drop that.
“It must be his thing. I think he calls everyone that,” I say, hoping that suffices. Thank God the next round is in front of us so I can put the shovel down and stop digging.
“I have a confession,” she offers.
“I’m not a priest, but I’ll take it.”
“I’ve never done a body shot before,” she cautiously confesses.
Stay calm!
“Say three Hail Marys…”
“Stop it. What do I need to do?” she inquires.
“First, you’ll need a volunteer. Do you want me to ask that guy over there?” I suggest, pointing to some random guy at the end of the bar.
“I’m volunteering you.”
#winning
“What do I do?” she asks again.
“Oh, you’re serious. Ok. I’ll walk you through this. Usually, you lick a small area on the other person’s body. I’ve seen people lick necks, chests, nipples…”
“Only seen, huh?” she cuts me off.
“After you lick, you pour a little salt on that area. Then, you place the lime, peel-in, between the other person’s teeth. Then it’s a lick, slam, and suck. Sometimes, there’s a little struggle getting to the lime, but hey…”
“Ok, you go first,” she encourages.
“You sure? ”
“Absolutely. We’ll stick with the neck…for now,” she says, raising her eyebrows. My mind is racing as I want this to be a memory she’ll add to her mental scrapbook. She tilts her gorgeous neck to the side as I step closer and lean down slowly. I inhale her scent and pause, taking it all in. My nose grazes her neck, and I slowly drag my tongue across her skin. I tap the shaker so a sprinkle of salt coats the exposed spot on her neck. I then hand her the lime. She puts it in backward at first and then spins it around.
“Ready?”
“Uh-huh,” she mumbles, nodding.
I return to her neck, slowly lick the salt from her skin, slam the shot, and go for the lime. I turn my head slowly, looking directly into her eyes, and gently grab the lime from her mouth with mine. Clean, no fumbling, even though I really wanted to.
“Ok, that was, uhhh, yeah, not what I was expecting,” she stutters.
“Sorry, I…”
“No...no…it was fine. You were fine. First time for everything, and this wasn’t on my bingo card tonight. It was great. My turn,” she says excitedly. “You’re going to need to lean down,” she requests. “No, hold on, let’s do this.”
She pulls the bar stool over and stands on the footrest so she can elevate to my height.
“We’ll stick with the neck…for now,” I say, looking directly into her eyes.
She smiles.
I hold her waist so she doesn’t fall, and I tilt my head to the side. The sensation of her tongue on my skin creates a rush of adrenaline through my body. She taps the shaker and hands me the lime. She leans down, and her fucking tongue is even sexier the second time around. She throws the shot back, certainly not her first rodeo, and leans in for the lime. As she does, she slips off the stool, and I catch her in my arms as her mouth is planted on mine. Her eyes get big as she realizes that I’m holding her. She grabs the lime as I slowly bring her down to the floor. She straightens herself and looks at me.
“Now, let’s dance!” she shouts, grabbing my hand.
She finds a place on the dance floor, spins, and starts dancing like a professional. Not like a stripper, but like someone who did this a lot in college. Her hips gyrate, her hands wave in the air, and she has a huge smile on her face while she lip-syncs with Tag Team. She’s all in, holding nothing back.
The deejay mixes and builds up the beat and then drops it on a little Salt-N-Pepa, “Shoop,” and she goes crazy.
“I love this song!” she screams.
She turns her back to me, and I can’t help but look at her ass. I can’t help but think about this morning with my hands all over it. That seems like forever ago. Someone bumps into me, propelling me into her back. She turns.
“Sorry about that.”
“Don’t be,” she says as she spins back around and backs up into me.
She grinds her ass into me. I sync with her motions, capture the rhythm, and we rub against each other. I wrap my hands around her waist, holding her firmly, feeling her press harder against me. Thank God I’m wearing jeans because anything else wouldn’t hide the bulge in my pants. I’m sure she can feel it, but it doesn’t seem to faze her.
She turns around, wrapping her arms around my waist, now our fronts finding the same beat. Then she mouths, “Lick him like a lollipop should be licked” right in time with the music. Fuck me! She’s driving me crazy! I just want to kiss her. We stare into each other’s eyes, locked in. Our bodies continue to move, and she feels so good this close to me, her hand at my belt buckle, her boobs smashed against me.
I feel the music and the sexual tension pushing us closer together. I lean down, our noses touching, waiting for her to give me the ok. Her tongue slides over her lips slowly. She smiles and presses her lips against mine. I know the music is loud, but it has somehow been drowned out by the moment. I’ve wanted to kiss this woman since the moment I saw her. Her soft lips are delicate and welcoming. She parts her mouth, allowing my tongue to explore and find hers. Our tongues slide over and around each other as I can taste the tequila still lingering on her tongue.
We separate, continuing to dance and grind against each other. But it’s different now. There’s a raw wanting and desire for more. Our gaze is more intentional. My hands wrap around her waist, and my fingers linger on her ass. No objection. My cock is well-engaged, and I know she can feel it.
After another round of body shots and an hour of bumping and grinding to the likes of Tone-Loc, MC Hammer, and House of Pain, we leave The Vibe. Walking hand in hand with her, I realize I’m hooked. The warm salt air feels refreshing as I hear the waves crash below. We stop on the railing, looking out into the darkness of the Caribbean. I pull her close, my arms wrapping around her, her blue eyes telling me she wants more.
“I want to kiss you again,” I plead.
“What’s stopping you?”
“If I start, I won’t stop.”
“Then don’t stop.”
I watch as her teeth bite her lip in anticipation. She’s given me the green light, wanting it as much as I do. I lean down and pause right before touching her lips. She moans in disappointment. Her eyes meet mine, demanding a kiss. I surrender to the gravitational pull between us, and I grip her waist and meet her wet lips. She wastes no time finding my tongue, twirling it around hers. My hands move around her sides, right under her breasts, which are now eager for touch. Her hands reach down, and she locks her fingers in my belt loops, pulling me closer. It’s so hot, and I’m so hard. Her lips are soft, and her taste is sweet. Our tongues continue to get tangled as we discover each other.
We separate. I smile. “You ok?”
“I am,” she whispers.
“Come back to my room?” I ask softly.
“Ah, let me think about it…yes, please!” she says, looking happy.