A Wild Sexy Cruise
Kit Fox, author
This is one of the wildest, sexiest, non-stop adventures that almost any person could experience in one week on a cruise ship. The characters have different tastes and surprising backgrounds, all calculated to arouse the reader.
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Chapter One
Saturday . . .
Kitt Fox stood in line, looking at a cruise ship too big to float, as he anxiously waited to board the huge vessel on his first cruise. The itinerary was an island hop around the Caribbean for seven days. He gazed over the other people in the slow moving parade with interest, never suspecting this would be the wildest seven days of his life.
This was advertised as a singles cruise, so he was mildly surprised to see several couples holding hands. Chalking it up as “significant others,” he waited his turn to have his paperwork examined.
His turn finally came and after checking the forms, he was ushered on to the next booth where they examined his passport and made his shipboard credit card. The last stop before boarding was a photo booth where they took his picture for the onboard computer.
The greeter told him the staterooms wouldn’t be ready for a couple of hours, so he rode the elevator up to deck ten where the busy luncheon buffet was already in full swing. Not really very hungry yet, he found a window table and ordered a Mimosa.
Looking around the huge dining area, he saw several cute girls sitting and talking with each other. Other beauties entered the door from the elevator lobby and looked over the ample food layout. Some of the girls picked up trays and began to select items for lunch.
Several caught his eye, but he elected to wait until he changed into a swimsuit and visited the pool deck before making any moves. He reasoned that after a couple of tropical drinks around the pool, most would be more receptive to the getting acquainted process.
He nursed his Mimosa for some time, then visited the salad buffet section for a light lunch. He also picked up a bowl of soup at the center serving section and made his way back to his table. The soup was good and he slowly ate most of the salad while gazing out the window.
Checking his watch, he realized the time had arrived to visit his stateroom and check it out. Cruise prices were structured based on double occupancy, so Foxy paid a surcharge to have a cabin to himself.
Walking down the long corridor on deck eight, he found 8027 and inserted his shipboard charge card in the slot. The green light blinked and he entered the cabin. It was compact, but the sliding glass door to the private balcony gave it an open feeling. He knew his bags wouldn’t arrive for at least another hour, so he decided to explore the ship.
* * *
Melody Mannetta tugged on her two rolling bags until an attendant saw her plight and came to her rescue. She and her friend, Helena, were now free of their baggage load and joined the passenger queue for boarding.
“I hope there are some men on this trip that have some class,” Melody said. “I’m tired of those guys who hang out in bars and think all they have to do is buy you a drink to get in your panties.”
“Yeah,” said Helena, “the price of this cruise should cull out the ones who don’t have a decent upbringing.”
“You’re right . . . anyone making this cruise must be moderately successful.”
I’m glad we booked a cabin with an ocean view,” said Helena, “I tend to get claustrophobic.”
“I’m more worried about getting seasick.”
As they slowly moved forward, Melody had been looking around.
“Look at those two guys up ahead,” she said. “They look like pro football players.”
“Yeah, no-necks sometimes indicates no brains, ya know. We don’t want to be too quick to latch onto anyone.”
Melody rolled her eyes and turned her head to look in a different direction. As they approached the first checkpoint, she looked behind them and saw several faces that seemed to have promise. She felt sure a singles cruise ought to be a great place to have a fling.
They checked through the paperwork station and were guided to the next booth for passport check and to obtain their shipboard credit cards. After having their photos made, they rode the elevator up to deck ten for their first shipboard lunch.
As they filled their tray with some nibbles and a salad, Melody searched the crowded area for an empty table. Spotting one near the drink stand, she led them over and they took seats that allowed them to survey the room.
“Look at the guy over by the window all alone,” Melody said, stroking her blonde hair. “We might be able to join him and enjoy the view.”
“Remember what I said about hooking up too soon,” Helena replied. “He looks a little sexy, but he may be a nerd. Let’s wait a while and check out the pool deck next.”
“Well, you can take your time . . . I came to have a fling. When our bags come, I’m gonna don a swimsuit and see what I can attract.”
“Okay, okay . . . I’ll hush. Wear your bikini and when we get to the pool, you’re on your own.”
Chapter Two
Foxy unpacked his large suitcase, stowing underwear and socks in one drawer and knit shirts in another. He hung up his slacks, hoping the wrinkles would go away. He put his special sex toys in the safe, not wanting the room steward to find them.
Satisfied with the results, he stowed his suitcase in a space above the closet. A quick change into his bathing suit with a t-shirt and it was off to the swim deck. His rubber soled deck shoes squeaked against the hard teak flooring around the pool as he looked for a reclining deck chair with an umbrella to settle in.
When the waitress arrived, he ordered a Bahama-Mama to start the afternoon. The area was beginning to become populated with some interesting bikini dolls. His drink arrived as he watched two cuties parade around the pool. They decided to sit on the pool’s edge across from him and dangle their feet in the water.
With sun glasses, he could observe without being obvious. He saw them order drinks and watched as they received a couple of pink concoctions with little paper umbrellas decorating the tops. He noticed the blonde kept looking around, watching the men as they entered the area.
After they finished about half their drinks, Foxy decided to enter the waist deep water and ease over in their direction. Since they were busy looking around, they didn’t notice him until he was about six feet away.
Raising his plastic cup, he said, “Cheers to you both. Here’s to a wonderful week.”
They smiled and raised their glasses in return.
“Didn’t I see you in the buffet?” asked Melody, a little surprised. “Weren’t you sitting over by the window?”
“I was . . . you are very observant,” said Foxy. “How could I have missed seeing you?”
“It was pretty crowded,” volunteered Helena.
“I’m Kitt Fox, by the way . . . my friends call me Foxy.”
“I’m Melody,” said the blonde, “and this is my friend, Helena.”
They visited for a while and Foxy learned that they both graduated from SMU and had been working in a large bank in Dallas for nearly five years. This was their first cruise and their first trip to the Caribbean islands.
“You’re gonna’ love the ship,” Foxy said. “I’ve been exploring it. There is so much to do . . . you’ll never be bored.”
Melody smiled and stretched her back from sitting on the wooden floor. Foxy noticed with interest the display of her generous breasts straining against the skimpy cloth. He decided she had possibilities.
“There is a wonderful show tonight in the theater,” he said. “Are you scheduled for the seven o’clock dinner or the nine o’clock one?”
We picked the early one so we could party later,” said Melody.
“Great! Why don’t you girls join me after dinner and we can check out the show.”
“That sounds good,” said Melody. “Where can we meet?”
“There’s a piano bar on deck three, right off the main elevators. Why don’t we meet there about eight-thirty. We can have a drink and make the 9:30 show.”
Helena had been sitting and listening to the on-going conversation with a raised eyebrow. She could see where this might be going and it didn’t seem to include her.
“Isn’t there a casino on the ship?” she asked. “I might prefer to play Blackjack instead of seeing a show.”
“You can play after the show,” said Melody, not sure she wanted to be by herself with their new acquaintance.
“We can think about it over dinner,” said Helena. “We may have some interesting guys at our assigned table.”
Melody gave her a glaring look as Foxy said, “See you at the piano bar,” as he turned and left.
“That was rude,” Melody muttered as Foxy moved out of earshot.
“He seemed a little too sure of himself,” said Helena.
“You don’t want to seem too easy . . . he’ll lose interest in a hurry.”
“Playing hard to get isn’t working very well for you, Miss Know-it-all. You haven’t had a date in six months.”
“You don’t have to get bitchy . . . I’m just trying to look out for you.”
“Well, this one seems nice and I like him. He’s not crude like most of the guys we meet in bars.”
Just then a shadow fell over them and they looked up. Standing behind them were the two beefy guys they thought looked like pro football players.
“Mind if we join you?” asked one of them.
Helena gestured with her hand for them to have a seat and they did.
“I’m Bo,” said the one on Melody’s side.
“I’m Mo,” said the one on Helena’s side.
“I’m Helena,” she said, holding out her hand for a shake. “And this is Melody,” pointing behind her with her other hand.
“Your glasses are empty,” said Bo, “let’s remedy that.”
“Pina Coladas?” asked Mo.
“Good guess,” said Helena.
“Coming right up,” said Bo, as he got up to get the drinks.
“So,” said Helena, “where are you two hulks from?”
“Texas,” he replied. “We played football at Texas Baptist University and wanted to go pro. We walked on, went to training camp, but didn’t get picked. We’re gonna try Arena Football next month.”
“I heard that things were pretty wild at that school,” said Helena. “Didn’t they fire the coach recently?”
“Yeah, but most of that was a smoke screen . . . the real problem were the girls in our dorm rooms. It was upsetting to the Baptist Board of Directors. The word got out that the coach encouraged it . . . said it kept us happy.”
“I bet it did,” murmured Melody.
“Here we are, folks,” announced Bo as he presented a tray with four pink drinks. After each picked one, he placed the tray beside him as he sat back down.
“Where you from, honey?” he asked Melody.
“Big D,” she said, “and the name is Melody.”
“Shore it is, hon . . . I remembered that.”
“What position did you play?” she said, trying to get the conversation under control.
“Left offensive tackle, and I was very offensive,” he said with a big laugh.
“I bet you were,” she muttered under her breath as she took a sip.
“What did you play?” Helena asked Mo.
“Left Guard,” he said, “because Right Guard was already copyrighted.”
Both guys had a big laugh as Melody grimaced at their corny jokes.
“You girls want to party tonight? Bo asked.
“Thanks, but we already have a date,” said Melody.
“Most gals would break dates for a party with us,” said Mo, swelling his chest.
“I don’t think we’ll be doing that,” said Melody as she set her glass down and slipped into the waist deep pool and waded away.
“Well now, that wasn’t very friendly,” said Bo.
“Sorry, I guess you guys ought to look elsewhere,” Helena said as she stood up, holding on to her drink.
“Thanks for the drink,” she said as she spun around and went to meet Melody on the other side of the pool.
Chapter Three
Foxy took a shower in the tiny cubicle and shaved before he exited the little bathroom. He put on his underwear and kicked back on the bed to check the news on CNN. At 6:30, his stomach told him it was time to dress for dinner.
The seven o’clock seating was designated on his shipboard credit card, so with help from the staff, he found his place. He noted the first night seemed chaotic, since no one knew where their table was located.
His was assigned to a table for eight and there was only one seat vacant. He sat down and went through a round of introductions. The most memorable people at the table were two guys who looked like pro football players. Their necks were the same size as their heads and their shoulders looked three feet wide.
They were dressed in sweats, a real contrast to the slacks and button down shirt Foxy had on. There were three ladies at the table, mostly in their early thirties. Two of them were chubbs and the third looked anorexic. A couple in their forties filled out the table.
The two “no-necks” told a couple of off-color jokes, neither of which got any laughs. The couple talked only to each other and other the three women sat in silence. He shuddered as the “no-necks” were loud and crass, spoiling the evening for everyone.
Foxy was thankful when the dinner was over. He resolved to request another table for the remainder of the cruise. Almost eight o’clock, he went back to his cabin to hit the bathroom and make a few preparations in case the evening went well.
He rode the elevator to deck three and looked for a table in the piano bar. A couple finished their drinks and got up to leave just as he arrived. He secured the two-top and located an extra chair to pull up. Melody walked up just as he sat down.
“Helena decided to go to the casino,” she said, as he offered her a seat. “If she has no luck at the Blackjack table, she will meet us at the theater.”
“Wow, you look great,” Foxy exclaimed. Her low-neck blouse revealed a lot of cleavage and the skirt stopped above the knees, showing a lot of leg. Her blonde hair framed a pleasant face using a minimum of makeup.
“You clean up pretty good yourself,” she replied. “I like that light blue shirt.”
The waitress stopped by and Melody asked for a glass of Pinot Gregio.
“I’ll have a B & B with water on the side,” he said.
After the waitress left, Foxy said, “I may have to buy a baseball bat to keep the men away tonight.”
Melody blushed as she smiled.
“One thing for sure,” he continued, “I should have brushed up on my seduction technique.”
She raised one eyebrow and looked him in the eye as she said, “I’ll give you a critique tomorrow.”
That was the moment he knew this would be an interesting evening.
* * *
The show was a musical using songs from several well known Broadway spectaculars. During the first song, he found her hand and settled on her leg. In the darkness, he began to lazily rub her leg through her skirt with his thumb nail. By the end of the second song, she slid forward in her seat so that the hands rested higher on her leg.
As she was sitting on his right, his right hand was resting on her left leg. He began using his little finger in order to stimulate more on the inside of her leg. She gripped his hand a little harder and pulled it higher on her leg. A glance at her generous breasts told him she was breathing a little faster. As they announced an intermission, he leaned over and whispered in her ear.
“I’d like to show you the view out my balcony window after the show.”
He could see from her hesitation that she was wrestling with a decision.
“I’m not sure . . .” she hesitated. “What will I do about Helena?”
“She’s a big girl and she must be having some luck at the tables.”
“I guess we can go for a little while . . . are we gonna skip the second part of the show?”
“It’s up to you . . . I’m kinda tired of it.”
“Okay, let’s pick up a drink on the way.”
“You’re reading my mind.”
She smiled as they stood up, seemingly pleased with her decision. “Lead the way, Foxy.”
They climbed the steps leading to the lobby, then past the women waiting in line for the restroom, and down the short corridor to the lobby for the rear elevators. Through the crowd, they could see a woman leaning against the wall sobbing.
“Oh my gosh!” exclaimed Melody, “That’s Helena!”
She rushed over and asked, “What’s the matter?”
“I just lost two hundred dollars at the Blackjack table. That’s half my entire week’s spending budget. I drank too many of those free drinks and made bad choices. Now I can’t even remember our cabin number and I need to go to bed.”
“You poor thing . . . come on and I will tuck you in,” Melody said as she looked at Foxy apologetically.
He gave her a nod of understanding and gestured them to the elevator with a wave of his hand.
“Let’s meet tomorrow for a twelve o’clock lunch in the main dining room,” he suggested.
Melody nodded as she ushered Helena into an elevator.
Chapter Four
Foxy walked up the impressive stairway to deck four where he entered the casino. The place was packed and noisy. He saw several cute gals, but the cigarette smoke was too much for his sense of smell.
Not quite ready for bed, he decided to check out the disco at the other end of the ship. After a lengthy stroll, he entered the world of strobe lights, flashing laser lights, and loud monotonous music.
The gyrating bodies of several girls dancing by themselves caught his eye, so he stepped onto the dance floor and joined the exhibition. Within thirty seconds, he was wriggling in front of a voluptuous redhead in a short skirt.
She smiled, acknowledging his presence and continued her performance for his visual pleasure. When the music stopped, he offered her his arm and suggested they have a drink together. She accepted and they walked over to the bar.
“I’m Kitt Fox,” he said, opening the conversation. “My friends call me Foxy.”
“My friends call me Busty,” she replied.
Seeing the grin on his face, she continued, “No . . . it’s not for the obvious reason. My name is Bustrana, an old Baltic name. My grandparents came over from the old country.”
He nodded and with her agreement, he ordered Pina Coladas.
“You dance with abandon,” he remarked, “I like it.”
“I can usually get the attention of men I’m interested in,” she said.
“Do I qualify?”
“You do have possibilities.”
“So . . . at least, I rate an assessment. I bet you have a major dislike for those wham, bam, thank you Ma’am, kind of guys.”
“Hmmm . . . you are perceptive . . . and can I suppose you are different.”
Seizing the opening, Foxy decided to see if she approached sex the same way she danced. He took a sip of his drink as he gazed into her eyes.
“How would you like to have the longest, deepest, most intensive orgasm of your life?” he asked.
“My, my . . . you don’t mince words, do you?”
“And you haven’t answered the question.”
“How exactly do you propose to accomplish that?”
“With some very creative sensual techniques.”
“Let’s dance while I think about it,” she said as she finished her drink.
Foxy swallowed the last of his drink and followed her onto the dance floor. The monotonous music had a good beat, so he engaged some of his special steps as he watched her perform.
When the dance was over, he took her hand, twirled her around, stepped up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her on the neck. She wiggled her butt against the bulge in his pants and leaned her head back against his shoulder.
“Wow,” whispered Foxy in her ear, “you really know to get a fellow’s attention.”
She turned around, looked him in the eye, and said in a husky voice, “Why don’t we get out of here.”
“I have a nice cabin on deck eight,” he said as he offered her his arm. She smiled with a raised eyebrow and they headed for the door. An elevator ride and a walk down the corridor brought them to their destination.
“Amazing,” she said as they walked through his door. “This looks just like the cabin my girlfriend and I have except yours is much neater. We already have clothes strewn all over the place.”
He whispered in her ear as he stepped up behind her, “Maybe we should begin to strew our clothes.”
She rubbed her head against him as he nuzzled her neck with his nose. He stepped back and began to gently massage her shoulders.
“Mmmm . . . you do have possibilities . . . you’re beginning to spoil me.”
“There’s a white bathrobe in the bathroom . . . why don’t you step in there and get more comfortable.”
“I have a better idea,” she replied. “Why don’t you find some music on the radio and I’ll do a strip tease for you.”
“Wow, that is a better idea,” Foxy said, as he began to dial through some different stations, “If your performance is as good as it is on the dance floor. I may be hooked for life.”
He settled on a station playing a slow blues number and sat down on the bed to watch. She walked over and flipped the light switch off so that the only dim lighting came through the open drapes from the balcony.
Busty started a slow bump and grind, twirling and flinging off imaginary clothes as she slowly unbuttoned her low-cut blouse. The shadowy effect was very sensual, even though she was still fully dressed. When her blouse was unbuttoned, she allowed it to slide off the back of her shoulders and she twirled it then flung it at Foxy. Her bra was the type that supported from underneath, so the semi-bare result left little to the imagination.
Foxy sat, entranced, as he could see that she was enjoying her sexy exhibition and was also accustomed to being in control. She could fling her long red hair to accent her movements. He wondered how many times she had repeated this performance.
She slowly ran her skirt zipper down as she writhed in front of him. When she popped the button on her waistband, she allowed the skirt to slowly fall, controlling it with her movements. It hit the floor and she flipped it to Foxy with her foot. She had just begun to move with the music in her panties and bra when the song ended.
“Wow,” he said, “that was sensational.”
The radio announcer introduced the evening news, so Foxy arose and turned off the radio. He stepped up to her and began to lightly run his fingers up and down her arms.
“Maybe I better check out that bathrobe now,” she said as she turned and disappeared into the bathroom.
While she was behind a closed door, Foxy opened the closet and retrieved his toys from the top shelf where he stashed them in anticipation of Melody’s visit. He tucked them under the bed where he could easily reach them and quickly doffed his pants and shirt.
He was standing in his shorts when Busty opened the door and emerged, attired in his short bathrobe and smiling from ear to ear.
“You really are a neat person,” she said. “The bathroom looks as if no one lives here.”
Foxy smiled.
“You are a pretty neat person, yourself,” he said. “I have been thoroughly entertained.”
She glowed.
“Now, it’s my turn,” he said. “come here, you gorgeous creature.”
He took her in his arms and remembering her response, he attacked her neck with lips and warm breath. She responded by rubbing between his legs with one knee.
Realizing that she still wanted to run the show, he took the offensive. He reached the robe’s sash where she had secured it and began to loosen it, allowing the robe to open. As he suspected, she was nude underneath it.
He let it slide off her shoulders and placed it on the bed as he slipped the sash from its belt loops. He was sure she wouldn’t notice this in the dark shadows. He clamped it between his legs as he moved behind her and began to massage her shoulders.
His hands strayed over the top and brushed her nipples which were hard as marbles. She gasped as she wiggled her bare butt against the bulge in his shorts. He ran his fingernails lightly down her arms, enjoying her reaction, then returned to massage her shoulders.
“Wow, you really know how to turn a girl on,” she said in a breathy voice.
He removed his hands while he nuzzled her neck as he retrieved the sash from between his legs. Folding it in the middle, he was able to reach through the folded rope and pull the two lengths into the fold, forming a double loop, which he loosely hung on his left wrist.
As he returned to massage her shoulders, he again lightly ran his fingernails down her arms. This time, as he nuzzled her neck, he pulled her wrists together and slipped the loop from his wrist to hers.
When he pulled the loop snug and started to wrap the ends around several times, she stiffened.
“What are you doing?” she exclaimed, as he finished tying the loose ends together.
“Do you remember those creative sensual techniques I mentioned?” he asked as he resumed the massage and neck nuzzling.
“You didn’t mention tying me up.”
Without answering, he sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled the standing nude to him. Sitting on the bed, his head was just the right height to nuzzle her breasts with his lips and warm breath.
As her breath quickened, she said, “You need to untie me at once.”
Knowing she was used to being in control, he ignored the request and continued his attention to her breasts. He also lightly ran his fingernails down the back of her legs as he felt her relax a little.
The next sound she made was, “Mmmmm, you’re a sneaky devil.”
After a few minutes of this attention, he turned her around and tugged her to sit down on the bed beside him. He could then put his arm around her and kiss her while he lightly drew circles around her nipples with a finger. As her arousal reached new heights, he whispered a question in her ear.
“What do you think of these creative techniques?”
“Pretty amazing,” was all she could gasp.
As he reached down to the floor to pick up a handkerchief, he said, “Close your eyes.”
He tied the pre-folded cloth around her head as she stiffened again.
“What is that for?” she asked with anxiety.
“More sensual techniques,” he whispered.
“I’m not sure about this.”
He kissed her again as he gently pressed her backwards on the bed, allowing his fingers to lightly run through her pubic hair. This provoked a more active reaction as she tried to squeal through his kiss. She tried to cross her legs to protect her pubic area to no avail. In less than a minute, her breath was coming in gasps.
In a high state of arousal, she began to press upward against his hand. He allowed his middle finger to slide into the hood covering her clitoris, now slick with her juices. A little stimulation with the finger pushed her over the top. She squealed even though he was still kissing her.
He pulled her to him, hugging her tightly, until the spasms receded, then lifted her legs and turned her so that she reclined on the bed.
“Whew, what a zinger,” she murmured after she caught her breath. “I thought you had possibilities.”
“That was only the first course,” he said, caressing her body. “I promised you the longest, deepest, most intensive orgasm of your life.”
“That was pretty close . . . when are you going to untie me?”
“Are you uncomfortable?”
“No . . . not really, but it would be nice to change positions.”
“Okay . . . I can handle that.”
Foxy rolled her over on her stomach so he could untie the sash and unwind the long ends. Before loosening the initial loop, he tied one of the ends around one wrist. He removed the main loop and while holding the untied wrist, lifted both arms over her head.
After rolling her onto her back, he held the untied wrist with the sash from the other wrist and looped the long end of the sash under the corner of the bed. He then tied that to the other wrist, effectively binding her to the bed with her arms stretched over her head.
“How’s that,” he asked. “Is that more comfortable?”
“Much better,” she said, “but why do this?”
The only answer she received was a finger drawing circles on her stomach while he reached down and retrieved one of the toys he stashed earlier. He placed it under his arm to warm it and continued to tantalize her with his finger.
“I’m not sure I can take much more of this,” she said, as she squirmed under his touch.
He leaned over and caressed her sensitive breasts with his nose and warm breath. His hand probed down and lightly raked his fingernails up and down her thighs causing accelerated leg movement. With the blindfold in place, she had no idea what part of her body he would attack next.
“You are a fiendish devil,” she gasped.
He continued caressing and kissing spots so that soon she was purring and moaning again. He took the small, egg-shaped vibrator from under his arm and rubbed it into her slippery slit. As he distracted her with other stimulation, he gently inserted it about an inch.
After a minute or two, it was obvious she was unaware of the insertion as he checked the remote control. He reached under the bed and retrieved the bath towel he stored there and tied it around her legs just above the knees.
She started to ask him what he was doing when he kissed her and began to massage her breasts. In her high state of arousal, she had more pressing things on her mind. He moved and rolled her onto her side.
Just as she was getting comfortable, she felt something smooth and firm rub across her lips. At first, she first thought it was his finger, but realized it was his penis. She opened her mouth for a taste of him. As she began to enjoy the intimate oral connection, something between her legs started vibrating, sending waves of sensual pleasure through her body.
Shocked, she couldn’t ask anything with his penis filling her mouth. All she could do was “Mmmmmm.”
Foxy had the remote set on low and was pleased to find that her reaction was a very stimulating body squirm. As he judged that her orgasm was approaching, he turned it off, eliciting a whine from his lover.
After about thirty seconds, he turned it on again with a slightly higher setting. She squealed and attacked his penis with renewed vigor. He left it on about twenty seconds and turned it off again.
As his own climax was rapidly approaching, he moved the control to high and turned it back on. She reacted like he thought she would with wild writhing and involuntary body movement. Just as his climax erupted, she stiffened and curled into a fetal position, kicking and squirming as much as her limited body movement would permit.
Busty squealed and “mmmmff” as much as she could with a mouth full of penis. When the spasms subsided, she lay panting on the bed, limp as a dishrag.
Foxy, totally spent, asked, “Are you okay?”
“I’ll know in a minute,” she said quietly.
He began to untie the sashes around her wrists and the towel around her legs. He massaged her wrists where the sash had reddened the skin. He leaned over and kissed her deeply.
“That was incredible,” she said finally. “I may never be the same.”
“There’s always tomorrow,” he responded.
Chapter Five
Sunday . . . at sea
Melody Mannetta stirred and slowly opened her eyes. The sliver of daylight from the crack in the blackout drapes was the only light source in the cabin. Helena was still sleeping soundly after her long bout with nausea from all those drinks.
Surprised to see it was already after nine, Melody quietly arose and donned her bikini. She slipped on her terry cloth over-blouse and rode the elevator to the pool deck.
She picked up a cup of coffee and located a reclining deck chair for a little sun soak. As she reviewed the events of the previous evening, she idly wondered how things would have turned out if she had gone with Foxy.
He certainly seemed nice enough and had a comforting, self-assured personality. She finished her coffee and reclined back in the chair, thinking ahead about the noon lunch while she enjoyed the morning rays.
Helena continued to give her cause for worry. Her attitude about men was understandable, considering she had nearly been raped in high school. A friend heard her scream and rushed over to pull the drunken guy off before he could get her undressed.
Melody tried to convince her that all men weren’t like that, but she remained reluctant. Each time a man attempted to get intimate with her, she wrote him off. Melody hoped this trip would help her get over that phobia.
* * *
Foxy yawned and stretched as he opened first one eye, then the other. He didn’t get to bed until after midnight and only then after he encouraged Busty to go to her cabin and get some sleep. She provided a fun evening, but Foxy thought she was a little to forward and too bossy for his taste. He realized he would have to work at avoiding her for the rest of the trip.
After a quick shower and shave, he donned shorts and a t-shirt for a trip to the buffet for coffee and a sweet roll. Keeping an eye out to avoid that flaming red hair, he picked a window table for the view, remembering that this was a day for cruising at sea.
Tomorrow was his twenty-eighth birthday and after considerable thought, he decided on this trip as his present to himself. He led a life of luxury, but had never taken a cruise. His thoughts took him back to the previous evening and the unexpected fiasco with Melody’s roommate. He felt sure she would have been a much more pleasant and satisfying partner than Busty.
He chuckled as he noticed the two “no-necks” leave the buffet bar with heaping plates. Considering it was almost 10:00 AM, he guessed they were probably famished. As he considered the facts, he surmised Busty would have been more their style, figuring that she could probably take on both of them at the same time.
After the last swig of coffee, he returned to his cabin to check the news and dress for lunch in the dining room. He cleaned up the evidence from the previous evening, stowing everything in its place.
Removing the “Do not disturb” tag from his door, he rode the elevator down to the shopping mall deck to look around before lunch. He spotted a t-shirt he would come back for after lunch, not wanting to be bothered with a bag at the dining table. He finished the browse and headed for the dining room.
* * *
Busty rolled over and yawned, brushing her hair off her face. One glance told her it was late and her roommate’s bed was empty. The travel clock on the table showed 10:45 and her stomach told her it needed attention.
She managed to get out of bed and open the drapes, nearly blinding herself in the process. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she examined her arms. Pleased that there was no redness from her fabulous roll in the hay, she took a hot shower, careful not to wet her hair. Her roommate, Holly Berriman, entered just as she dressed for the pool deck.
“You were out pretty late last night,” she said, with a twinge of jealousy.
“Had a wild date,” Busty replied.
“Where did you meet him?”
“At the Disco about ten. Where were you?”
“I stayed in the casino looking for a sucker to stake me at the Blackjack table. I almost offered one guy a blowjob for a hundred dollar stake, but I chickened out when I saw the outline in his tight jeans.”
“Well, I made the choice to get laid and man, did I ever get laid.”
“Jeeze, tell me about it.”
“Let’s go to the buffet and get some coffee . . . I’ll tell you about it then.”
“I can’t wait,” she said, as she opened the door.
* * *
Foxy arrived at the dining room and told the greeter he needed a four-top. He was ushered to a table against a wall with a view to the front entrance. He ordered a Mimosa to sip on while he waited. He expected her to be late since most girls were.
Pleasantly surprised, she entered the dining room at only five after twelve and double surprise, there was no Helena in tow. He waved and stood up so she could spot him as he marveled at the low cut t-shirt and tight shorts she wore.
He pulled out a chair for her across the table from where he sat and asked the waiter to bring her a Mimosa. He noticed the t-shirt was having a difficult time trying to contain those generous breasts.
“You look wonderful,” he said, trying not to stare at her chest.
“Thanks,” she said. “Sorry about last night . . . I just couldn’t abandon Helena in that condition.”
“I understood . . . it’s nice to know you couldn’t walk off and leave a friend in that state of mind.
Her Mimosa arrived, so he toasted, “To a wonderful week.”
She smiled and looked relieved that he wasn’t angry with her.
“The ship is nice,” she said, changing the subject. “I went up to the pool deck this morning and soaked up some sun.”
“No wonder you look peachy . . . I really will have to buy that baseball bat.”
The waiter arrived to take their order and they both selected the fish dish. The dinner was delicious and the conversation was light hearted. They each had a glass of Chardonnay with the meal, adding zest to the fish dish.
“That balcony view is still awesome,” he said. “Why don’t you come by for a peek. We have the whole afternoon to enjoy it.”
“Let me check on Helena first . . . I’ll try to come by about 2:00. Let me write down your cabin number and I will call if I can’t make it.”
“Great . . . I’ll look forward to seeing you then,” he said as they walked out of the dining room toward the elevator.
The elevator opened and she pressed deck 6 and he pressed deck 8. Three other passengers dressed in bathing suits were obviously headed for the pool, since deck 11 was the only other button lit.
She exited when the elevator reached deck 6 and waved goodbye. He smiled and winked at her as the door closed. When he reached his exit, he ambled down the corridor in deep thought.
Chapter Six
Penelope Stringer finished her lunch from the buffet with a last sip of tea. She had a great view of the open ocean sitting at a window table with her roommate, Joyce.
“Let’s go back to the room,” she said. “I want to change into my bathing suit and get some sun this afternoon.”
“I’m going up to the library with my iPad and read,” Joyce said. “I saw some very comfortable chairs in there this morning while you were exercising.”
“Well . . . I want to meet some interesting men and the pool deck is the best place I can think of.”
“You better wear your bikini.”
“I plan to . . . sure you don’t want to come with me?”
“No . . . you go ahead . . . I have enough problems with my man at home. I came on this trip for some rest and relaxation.”
“Okay dear . . . I’ll see you later.”
Penny quickly changed in her cabin and added her new tropical print, knee length over-shirt. After taking the elevator up to the pool deck, she grabbed a towel and looked for a reclining deck chair. Finding no vacant chairs at the main pool, she walked through the buffet to the smaller pool and spa at the rear of the ship.
Locating a vacant chair, she deposited her towel and over-shirt and entered the spa. Leaning back against the tub wall, she relished the warm water stimulation. When the waiter came by, she ordered a Bahama Mama to sip on while she looked over the men within eyesight.
With her sun glasses on, she could check the guys out without seeming obvious. She saw two or three who had physical assets that appealed to her, but decided not to be hasty. The afternoon was young and the odds were in favor of several more men showing up. After all, she reasoned, this was a singles cruise.
* * *
The phone rang in stateroom 8027, startling Foxy as he watched CNN on the British channel. It was almost 2:00 PM, so he guessed it was Melody.
“Helena has a fever,” she said when he answered. “I’m taking her down to the infirmary for some medicine with no idea how long this will take. I’m sorry . . . I’ll just see you tonight at the piano bar.”
Disappointed at having struck out again with Melody through no fault of either of them, he considered his options. He decided to get in his bathing suit and check out the pool area. Stepping off the elevator, he quickly surveyed the area for a head of flaming red hair, intent on avoiding Busty. The main pool area was crowded and there were plenty of good looking chicks, but there was little room to operate.
He walked through the crowded buffet to the rear pool and spa. Finding it less crowded, he looked over the people for a single girl. After assuring himself that Busty wasn’t present, he spotted a really cute gal sitting in the spa sipping a drink.
Feeling pretty sure of himself, he walked across her obvious line of vision and then up to the bar where he ordered a Mai Tai cocktail. With drink in hand, he climbed into the tub without acknowledging her presence.
After taking a sip, he said, “Just another day in paradise, don’t you think?”
“I’m lovin’ every minute of it,” she responded.
“Be careful of getting too much sun the first day,” he said. “You’ll suffer the rest of the week.”
“Thanks, but I’ve only been here about fifteen minutes.”
“You don’t look like you have on sun screen,” he said. “Fifteen minutes is a good exposure for the first day. Let’s get you under an umbrella. You’re too pretty to look like a boiled lobster.”
“I don’t see any that’s available.”
“I noticed some stacked against the wall . . . I’ll get one for you. Where are you sitting?”
“How nice of you . . . I’m over there where you see the tropical print.”
“I’ll grab an umbrella and meet you there if you’ll hold my drink.”
She smiled and reached for his drink. Foxy picked up an umbrella and erected it in a stand next to her chair. He pulled another chair over, sat down, and reached for his drink.
“Thanks,” she said. “I’m Penelope Stringer . . . Penny for short.
“I’m Kitt Fox . . . Foxy for short,” he said holding out his hand for a shake.
They visited for a while and finished their drinks. He sensed that she was beginning to feel comfortable with him.
“Let’s cool off with a dip in the pool,” Foxy suggested. “If you are in the water, you shouldn’t burn unless we stay too long.”
“Good idea . . . it is a little warm even with the tropical breeze.”
Foxy walked behind her as they made their way to the pool admiring the bikini that left little to the imagination.
“You are one sexy lady,” he remarked after they immersed themselves. “I bet you would be a lot of fun to play with.”
“That would depend on what you have in mind,” she countered, standing in the waist deep water.
Foxy reached around her waist and pulled her to him.
“How would you like to have the most incredible orgasm of your life?”
Penny’s eyes grew as big as saucers, shocked at the candid question.
“Did you just say what I thought you said?”
He nodded. “It’s a promise.”
“Hmmmm . . . you certainly know how to get a girl’s attention . . . and where do you propose to accomplish this?”
“I have a stateroom with a great view on deck eight.”
She laughed a musical laugh.
“I bet you do,” she said, raising one eyebrow. “Let’s have another drink while I think about it.”
Seeing her hold up her hand to get the waiter’s attention, he said, “I’ll go to the bar and get them . . . what are you drinking?”
“I’ll switch to what you were having . . . it looked pretty refreshing.”
Penny watched him wade out of the pool and head to the bar thinking he seemed like a nice guy. He was a considerate fellow and had a gentle manner. She decided she would go with him unless some type of red flag came up in the meanwhile.
Chapter Seven
Sitting by the pool, Busty had a good view of the area. Even with the large crowd, she stood out with her flaming red hair glistening in the sun. When Bo and Mo walked in from the buffet, she was the first person they noticed.
“Would you look at that,” Bo said, indicating the direction with a nod of his head.
“Man . . . where has she been all my life?” quipped Mo with a grin.
“I saw her first . . . I’ll go buy her a drink and find out if she has a roommate.”
“Don’t take too long . . . I’m horny as a bull in a pasture full of cows.”
Bo stepped into the pool and waded over to where Busty was sitting and looking at a couple at the other end of the pool.
“Hello, little darlin’ . . . have you been waitin’ for me very long?”
She looked around, surprised, and sized him up. She recognized that he was a hunk and surmised that he was a football player. His strong accent told her he was probably from Texas.
“Not long,” she said.
“I’m Bo and I was about to order one of them colorful tropical rum drinks . . . how ‘bout I get one for you too.”
“That would be nice,” she said. “Make mine a Bahama Mama and I’ll listen to your pitch.”
“You’re kind of a wise-ass . . . I like that,” he said with a chuckle. “I’ll be right back.”
She watched him pull up on the deck with muscles bristling and decided he might be fun. She idly wondered if he had a buddy for her roommate.
He returned with two Bahama Mamas, handed her one, and plopped down beside her. She noticed the attention he was giving her chest so she slipped into the water to give him a better view.
“I’m Busty,” she said.
“You are, for a fact,” he said with a grin.
“Thanks for the drink . . . where are you from?”
“Me and my buddy are from Texas . . . we played football, but didn’t make the pro draft. We’re gonna try arena football next month.”
“I have a roommate who might like to meet your buddy,” she said. “She’s over under an umbrella.”
“Well . . . call her over and I’ll go get my buddy. He’s wandering around here somewhere.”
He set his drink down and left to go find Mo. Busty waved and caught the eye of her roommate, Holly, who had looked up from her recliner to check on Busty. She motioned Holly over to the pool’s edge.
“Hop in and get a free drink,” she said. “My new acquaintance has gone to find his buddy.”
“Is that all we’re gonna get?” she asked, sarcastically.
“The rest is up to you, dear.”
Before Holly could get in the water, Bo returned with his pal, Mo.
“Bo, this is my roommate, Holly,” Busty announced.
“And this is by buddy, Mo.”
“What are you drinking, Holly?” asked Mo.
“I’ll have what Busty is drinking.”
“Be right back,” he said as he turned toward the bar.
Bo sat down and slipped into the pool beside Busty, towering over her and smiling from ear to ear. Holly decided to join them, rather than just stand on the edge. Mo quickly returned with two more Bahama Mamas and joined them in the pool.
“These guys are football players,” explained Busty to Holly as the drinks were sipped. “Maybe we can put some of those muscles to work.”
“I can think of a great way to put them to work this afternoon,” said Bo.
“I can’t imagine what you have in mind,” Holly said, sarcastically.
“Be nice, Holly,” said Busty. “These guys just bought us a drink.”
“If you have any doubts, feel this,” said Mo, as he took her hand and pressed against his crotch.
“You arouse pretty easily,” Holly said, “do you explode quickly?”
“Honey, I’ll have you climbing the walls before I finish with you.”
“Promises, promises,” she said, “Busty, do think these guys can produce, or is this just idle chatter?”
“Holly, you can be so crass sometimes.”
“I love it,” said Mo, “why don’t you come with me to our cabin and we can settle this?”
Busty watched Holly as the big man carried her to the pool steps. He led her up onto the pool deck and they entered the elevator lobby.
“That didn’t take long . . . is your friend always that explicit?” asked Busty.
“Usually . . . he tends to say what I’m thinking.”
“So . . . you think you can impress a girl?”
“I love a wise ass . . . but it’ll have to be your place. Mine seems to be occupied.” Bo replied.
“Okay, big boy . . . let’s see if you have any talents beside football.”
Chapter Eight
Penny watched Foxy insert his shipboard card in the slot and saw the green light. He opened the door and ushered her through.
“You really do have a balcony,” she said, seemingly surprised. “Let’s check out the view.”
“Let’s drop off your tropical shirt and I’ll enjoy the view a lot more.”
She smiled as she removed it and placed it in a chair. He opened the sliding glass door and they stepped out on the balcony.
“Wow . . . this is great,” she said. “You weren’t kidding about the view.”
“I like this one better,” he said as he took her in his arms and gazed into her eyes. “You are intoxicating.”
He kissed her as he pressed her against his body. She responded by wrapping her arms around his neck.
When they came up for air, she managed to say, “We should go back inside . . . the wind is ruining my hair.”
They re-entered the room and he closed the sliding door. As he snuggled up to her again, he ran his lips up and down her neck. She responded by lightly running her fingernails up and down his back.
“Do you remember my promise?” he asked in a whispered voice.
“Mmmmm,” was her answer.
“Have you ever tried sensual love bondage?”
“Are you serious?” she asked as she leaned her head back and looked him in the eye.
He kissed her again, holding her tightly. When he broke the kiss, he returned to her neck.
“Yes,” he whispered in her ear.
Breathing heavily, she asked, “You will have to show me how.”
Moving to the other side of her neck, he whispered, “This is the first step.”
He sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled her to him, and began nuzzling her breasts. Retrieving a pre-folded handkerchief from under the pillow, he tied it around her head as a blindfold.
“Is that comfortable?” he asked.
She nodded.
Reaching around, he untied the bikini strings, allowing it to fall giving him access to her nipples. Before long, her level of arousal accelerated rapidly and she sagged against him. Sensing she was receptive, he encouraged her to lie down on the bed.
Straddling her body, he reached over the edge and retrieved the ends of soft ropes he had tied to the bed frame earlier. He tied each end around an outstretched wrist, neutralizing her arms.
He rolled off and kissed her again while he lightly ran his fingers over her breasts. She quickly resumed panting and murmuring, “Mmmmm.”
Moving his hand from her breasts to her abdomen just above her pubic area elicited squirming leg movement and louder “Mmmmms.” The bikini bottom was secured with little bow ties on each side, so when the ends were pulled, the bottom came free.
He reached for his favorite toy, the egg shaped vibrator, and turned it on. He rubbed it around her abdomen and let it slide down into the pubic area. The squirming leg movement increased almost violently as she muttered, “Mmmmmm . . . please.”
Sensing she was approaching an orgasm, he removed the stimulation and kissed her deeply.
“Are you okay?” He asked as he broke the kiss.
She nodded. “Why did you stop?” she gasped.
“Just a short intermission . . . I want this to be memorable.”
He began to massage her breasts again with his lips and nose while his hand slid between her legs. He found that she was extremely wet and his erection was screaming for relief. He moved down between her legs and rubbed his penis over the slippery lips.
Slowly entering her as she began to pant, he used his full length to let her experience his fullness in a gentle manner. He slowly began thrusting as she reciprocated by lifting her hips. She locked her legs around him, encouraging his penetration.
As her frantic orgasm began with a squeal, she pushed him over the edge. He pushed and plunged with all his might as she squeezed him with her legs.
Finally he collapsed as she slowly released her vice-like, leg grip. They lay panting for a few minutes, then he rolled off and lay beside her.
“Wow,” she finally said, “You don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“I always heard that a man’s word is his bond.”
“That’s a nice, old fashioned, truism . . . untie me so I can enjoy you.”
Foxy untied the ropes around each wrist and massaged the red marks on each one. He let her remove the blindfold, blinking a few times to adjust to the light.
“That was very nice,” she said as she lightly ran her hand over his chest.
“Yeah . . . the French call it “le petit mort.”
“Uh huh . . . translated, it means the little death. You don’t know it, but you have helped me in my work.”
“Really?” he said, turning to look at her. “What kind of work do you do?”