0 comments/ 40769 views/ 1 favorites Cruise Capers Ch. 01 By: CalWriter Chapter 1 – Embarkation I had just made a killing on a quick in-and-out stock investment and decided to spend some of my profits on a nice cruise. I called my connection with a major cruise line and booked passage for a seven-day cruise of the Mexican Riviera. Something most people don't know about and have never heard about is that all cruise ships have a small number of super-luxury staterooms, usually reserved for cruise line executives and ultra VIP's. Something I had discovered on an earlier cruise is that the father of one of the ship's captains was the best friend of my own grandfather when the two of them grew up in a small village in Italy. From this key connection I was entered into the "inner circle" of the cruise line. You might ask what this special treatment entails. Well, first off, I don't have to go through the tedious waiting to get aboard ship. All my documentation is processed before I even arrive on the dock, and me and my baggage is whisked aboard ship while the masses are queuing up in long, slow-moving lines. I am in my cabin before most people have reached the gangway. My stateroom compares with a luxury suite at a fine hotel. Two large rooms, one for sleeping and one for entertaining or living, as well as a huge bathroom that is as big as one of the regular staterooms on board. The couch and chairs are upholstered with fine leather, and the fixtures are all wood or brass. One entire wall is panoramic, floor-to-ceiling glass giving me a beautiful view. Any meal served in any of the ship's restaurants is available to me with room service or even several items not on the regular menu, and the bar is stocked with anything I require, as well as real Cuban cigars in a humidor. The stateroom has it's own private entrance and anything I might desire is a phone call away. But the best part is that the stateroom comes with two, full-time servants, a maid and a cabin steward. They are generally the youngest and most attractive the crew has to offer and are there to meet my every whim. The cruise line keeps records of its VIP's and their individual desires. When I arrived Ramon, the steward, had already put away all my clothes. The bar was stocked with my favorite brands of Whisky and Vodka, as well as a case of Perrier. The humidor was full of Monte Cristo #4 cigars and my ship-to-shore phone and e-mail accounts awaited me. Ramon and Dea, the maid, stood at the ready when I came through the door and asked what I wanted. I told them I wanted a bath and a cigar and they jumped to action. Let me describe my "staff" to you. Ramon was 5' 10", thin but muscular and light-skinned, looking more Spanish than Mexican. He wore tight black shorts and a uniform polo shirt with a nametag over the left breast pocket. Dea was from Croatia but was half-Italian, so she had a certain duskiness to her. She was slender, but carried large, firm breasts high on her chest. I knew I would be having fun with these two! I stripped off my clothes and went to the bathtub, already full and scented with lavender and vanilla suds. After I had sunk into the water, Ramon brought my cigar, clipped it, and lit it for me. A fine crystal ashtray was brought out and placed next to the tub. As I smoked it, Ramon stood at parade rest awaiting my next order. As I smoked and soaked, I eyed Ramon's crotch. His tight shorts highlighted his hardening penis. My own member started to grow in the water as I imagined his cock, nestled in a thick bush of pubic hair between those muscular thighs. I motioned him over and placed my hand on him, stroking his penis through the thin material of his shorts. He smiled at me, knowing that pleasing me sexually was one of his duties. As I said, the cruise lines keep records of ALL their VIP's habits and needs. In one motion, Ramon lowered his shorts and stood before me, naked to the waist. I was not disappointed, as his cock was very thick. His pubic hair was wild and curly and very dense, just how I liked it. His balls were huge and hung low in a fuzzy sack. His foreskin was long and floppy; one of the things I love when I travel is an uncircumcised cock. As I stroked it it grew, the foreskin naturally retracting and exposing the large glans. It got to be ten inches when fully erect, and I subconsciously licked my lips. Normally I am strictly a top, but on the rare occasion I encountered a penis bigger than my own nine inches, I make exceptions. I leaned out of the tub and took his cock in my mouth. Ramon let out a groan as I did, stepping closer to allow me to get more of his meat in my mouth. I stroked the shaft with one hand and cradled his big, sperm-filled testicles in the other. I took as much of it in my mouth and down my throat as I could, but that was only about half. Ramon grunted from the simulation. My own cock was ready to explode, but that would have to wait. He put his hand on my head, urging me on as I sucked and stroked his horse cock. I would take breaks from sucking to lick the shaft and his balls, and even stuck a finger up his ass, which I think surprised him. Before long he was thrusting his hips and I felt his orgasm approaching. I stuck a second finger in his ass and this triggered him, and he shot thick ropes of his seed down my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could but couldn't keep up. Some of his semen spilled out onto my chin and he licked it up himself. One he had calmed down a little, I got out of the tub. He went back to servant mode and grabbed a huge, soft towel and dried me off, paying particular attention to my own hardening member. Once I was dry he got on his knees and took my cock into his mouth. He was very skilled with his tongue and got me close to cumming in less than a minute. But I wanted to wait. I wanted to shoot my load into his tight, young ass. I walked over to the bed and took some lubricating jelly from the nightstand where I knew it would be. I motioned for him to get on the bed on all fours. He fingered his ass as I juiced up my cock. With a little more lube I took over fingering his ass in preparation to plunging my pole into him. Gently I put the head in, feeling his heat and tightness. With one full stroke I buried my nine inches in him and it took away his breath. I held nothing back as I pounded his little ass, gripping those muscular cheeks and driving myself into him full force. He moaned in pain, not used to getting fucked in the ass. Before the week was up, I vowed, that ass was going to get a lot of use. He reached up and rubbed my balls as I fucked him, so I returned the favor and stroked his cock, which was already hard again. I wondered if there was anywhere in Mexico I could get a dildo made from it, as it was a beautiful specimen. I loved the feeling of his foreskin sliding up and down the shaft and the thickness of it. I felt my orgasm building so I slowed down, taking long slow strokes instead of the incessant pounding of before. His sphincter gripped my invading member, trying to milk the sperm from it but I wanted to wait. I pulled out and flipped him over on his back, put his legs on my shoulders and put my cock back in him. He gripped his own penis, jerking off as I fucked him. We both reached our orgasms together, my sperm filling his bowels, while his semen shot all over both our chests. I rolled over and he went for a warm washcloth and cleaned us up. I saw Dea scurrying around in the other room and wondered if she had watched. I called her in and she came quickly. Her eyes immediately went to my cock, only about half-hard but still impressive. "You like?" "Yes, sir." "Come here then." She came over to the bed and I sat up. I kissed her on the lips, a slow romantic kiss as I brought my hand to her breast. Slowly I raised her shirt over her shoulders, revealing a beautiful white lace bra that barely held in her magnificent tits. I asked her how old she was and she said twenty, and she had been with the line for a year. This was her first assignment to a VIP stateroom. I laughed and asked her if she had been fully briefed on what was expected of her. She smiled and took my cock in her tiny hand. With no warning she placed it in her mouth and proceeded to make love to it. Her hands and mouth were all over me from the glans to my balls to my asshole. She got me to the peak very quickly, and then stopped just as suddenly. She got up, removed her remaining clothes. A neatly trimmed but full black bush and large, erect brown nipples. She lay down and I went to work on her pussy, licking the outer lips and her clit. I slid two fingers into her and soon the little whimper turned to screams of pleasure. I looked over and saw Ramon sitting in a chair stroking himself. After bringing her to two more orgasms, I slid my cock into that tight little pussy. I looked down and watched as my cock reamed her little pussy, stretching it. I hit bottom with two inches to spare and gently pushed myself in and out of her, waiting for her natural lubrication to increase before pushing deeper. When I felt her get juicier, I pushed past her cervix and buried the last two inches into her womb. Dea cried out in pain, which made me smile. "Just relax, sweetie. You're going to love this." I picked up speed, jamming my erect penis into her with all the violence passion can bring. Before long she got used to it, and started thrusting her hips up to meet me. She squeezed her pussy muscles, stroking my cock like a wet glove. I loved the sight of her big tits bouncing around as I thrust, making waves of flesh like the ocean we would soon be sailing on. I reached under and squeezed her ass, bringing her up closer and letting me penetrate even deeper. As I felt another orgasm build, I pulled out and went on my back. She quickly straddled me and eased my cock back into her steaming hole. They must have great horses in Croatia because she rode me like she had been riding all her life. Ramon had gotten up and was standing next to us, waving his stiff prick in his hand. I guided it between our mouths and we shared his flesh pole, still coupled at the crotch. We took turns with cock and balls, and Ramon held both our heads. After a couple of minutes I gave the cock over to Dea and concentrated on bringing myself off. I grabbed a tit in each hand and thrust my cock up into her, hard. She moaned around Ramon's cock and stifled a scream or two. I heard Ramon groan as he released yet another load of sperm, this time into Dea's waiting mouth. I felt her pussy clutch my penis as she had another orgasm and I let loose my own load of sperm into her. After I was through I told Ramon to eat my cum out of Dea and I played with his cock and ass while he did it. I heard the ship's whistle go off, signifying we were ready to get under way. After my staff got collected and dressed, I told them to prepare me some caviar and champagne. I went out onto my private balcony and watched as the sailors unmoored the ship and we started moving away from the dock. Dea brought me my refreshments and stood there, waiting for instructions. I took a sip of the champagne and a bit of the caviar and sat back, thinking about the good life, and what a great cruise this was going to be! Cruise Capers Ch. 02 Ch. 2 – First Fun Day At Sea I went to bed early that first night, tired out from the traveling and the sex bout with my maid and steward, Ramon and Dea. I had a light dinner and after my customary cognac and cigar, I retired with a good book and some classical music on the stereo. The first day at sea I rose early, calling for breakfast after a quick shower and shave. I donned my white slacks, navy shirt and captain's hat, a gift from my friend the master of this vessel. One of the great things about the VIP stateroom is that I have total control over how much and on what terms I mix with other passengers. That's not to say I am particularly snobby or anti-social, but there are times I prefer my own company. On a cruise ship that can be a problem, as the walls are thin and all the areas of the ship generally crowded at all times, day or night. This day decided to mix a little and see what sorts of people I could meet. Since it was a sunny day I was particularly looking forward to seeing all the pretty young girls in their very tiny bikinis. Even though I knew I had guaranteed cock and pussy in my stateroom, I do love a little variety and a challenge and conquest. I made my way to the dining room, which had open seating for breakfast and lunch, always a way to play "passenger roulette." You can be seated with the most gorgeous woman or most interesting man or with some old couple from Des Moines who will tell you about all their medical conditions in great graphic detail. This morning I got lucky, and was seated with two college girls and their parents. Dad was in Real Estate, mom was the executive vice-president of a pharmaceutical company and the girls were Ivy League, pre-something's. We talked about jobs, and what we were all going to do once we reached Mexico. The girls attended big eastern universities and this was their first family vacation in years. The girls were both pretty. Callie, the elder of the two, had black hair and blue eyes, my favorite combination. She wore a blue and green sundress and exuded sweetness. Her sister, Beth, was a dirty blonde with green eyes, who wore a pink and yellow sundress. Both girls were stunningly beautiful and had a look of innocence. Funny thing was I sensed something deeper and more adventurous in the two, something I was sure their parents were totally unaware of. Mom and Dad excused themselves, wanting to hit the early afternoon bingo game. That left me with Callie and Beth. "So, what are you girls studying?" "Political Science," said Callie. "Chemical Engineering," said Beth. "Impressive. How do you like it here on the ship?" "Well, Joe, we're bored as hell," said Callie. She pulled a pack of cigarettes from her purse and lit one. She offered me the pack and I took one, as did her sister. "But there's so much to do on a ship this big." "Yeah," said Beth. "If you're old. I smiled at the girls. This was going to be easier than I thought. "No guys your age around? I've seen a few around." "Yeah, we hooked up last night," said Callie. "Couple of surfer dudes from Los Angeles. Three puffs of reefer and they passed out on us." "Well, that doesn't sound like too much fun. Tell you what. Why don't you come up to my stateroom? I've got a private Jacuzzi, full bar, and an entertainment center you wouldn't believe." The girls looked at each other and smiled. "Well, Joe. That sounds nice," said Beth. "But we aren't those kinds of girls." Callie jabbed her sister with an elbow. "Speak for yourself, little sister. What's your cabin number?" "Well, why don't you go back to your cabin and get your bathing suits. I'll send a steward down to collect you." The girls agreed. I went up to my room and told Ramon to get on his formal steward's uniform and go down to collect the girls. I told Dea to prepare some snacks as well as calling up some champagne and caviar. Nothing gets girls out of their panties quicker than caviar. I changed into my Speedos and put on my robe as I awaited their arrival. I grabbed a cigar and went out onto the balcony to turn on the spa. I lit the cigar and looked out over the Pacific Ocean, contemplating just how good life could be. The girls arrived dressed in skimpy bikinis I was sure Mom and Dad had never seen. Callie's was turquoise and Beth's was hot pink. Both girls had immaculately done nails, both finger and toe. Their skin was white, very telling of their eastern locales. I motioned them out onto the deck and signaled for Dea to bring refreshments. I handed each girl a glass of champagne and raised my own in toast. "To new friends and new adventures!" We clinked glasses and settled onto chairs. "Do you like caviar?" The girls said they had never tried it. I fixed each of them a sample and they ate it like candy. I refilled their glasses twice before we decided to hit the spa. I removed my robe, showing them my hairy body and amply filled Speedos. I caught both of them in a momentary stare at my crotch. A good sign. The water was warm and we eased into it, the girls each taking one side of me. I put an arm around each and found no resistance. We talked about little things and they asked about my stateroom. I explained about VIP treatment and about how important it was in life to cultivate the right people. "Is that a real Cuban cigar?" asked Beth. "It sure is. Want to try it?" I handed it to her, marveling at how her lips accepted the shaft. She took a couple of puffs and handed it to her sister, who also relished the treat. "How do you get these?" Callie asked. "Connections. Girls, life is all about who you know." The girls snuggled closer to me and I made a nook for each with my arms. I gently stroked their shoulders, eliciting little mews from them. I tried out Callie first, bringing my hand to the upper part of her breast. She looked up at me and smiled as I continued my exploration. Her tit was so firm, the result of youth. I felt her nipple through the fabric of her bikini and instantly it became erect. By this time little sister noticed the extra attention I was giving Callie. "Forgetting about me, Joe?" I smiled my most devilish smile. "I thought you weren't that kind of girl." "I can be persuaded." With that she stood up and removed her top, revealing her own gorgeous globes of flesh. They stood out firm, capped with tiny pink nipples. She then stepped out of her bottoms, revealing a full bush of dirty blonde pubic hair. After modeling her nudity a minute, she came back into the water. Once settled, her hand found my crotch and began rubbing me. I turned to Callie. With a nod we both rose and removed our suits. The girls gawked at my now erect penis, all nine inches exposed to their view. As if on cue they both brought hand to my cock and started stroking it, feeling its length and the balls hanging beneath. "Shall we move this party inside, ladies?" "Should we get dressed?" asked Beth. "What about the two in there?" "Don't worry about them. They will only see what I tell them." We grabbed our suits and went into the bedroom. Dea looked up from her work, smiling at us as we passed. Ramon eyed the girls lustily. If things worked out, they would both get a taste of his pole as well. We fell onto the bed and I went to work on Callie first. Her bush was trimmed and sparse, unlike the more natural look of her sister. I explored her womanhood with my tongue, lapping up her sweet juices. I felt Beth at my cock, tentatively taking it into her mouth. Callie was a quick trigger and came very quickly, bucking her hips off of the bed. Then the most wonderful thing happened. Callie dove for her own sister's crotch, eating her sibling's pussy. Beth screamed at her sister's ministrations but enjoyed it nonetheless. Callie maneuvered around and got her sister into a hot 69, offering her own womanhood to Beth, who dove for it quickly. It was obviously not the first time these girls had engaged in Sapphic love. I sat and watched as the girls eat each other. I moved around the back of Callie and plunged my cock into her. She was hot and wet enough that I had no trouble getting all nine inches into her. Beth licked my shaft as I thrust, taking care of her sister and me at the same time. I banged Callie doggie-style, savoring the tightness of her young pussy. My balls slammed into her clit and Beth's nose repeatedly as we became one heap of sexual energy and animal passion. I asked the girls to switch, as I wanted a taste of Beth's pussy. And what a pussy it was. Tight as Callie was, Beth's hole made Callie feel like the Holland tunnel. It took me five minutes to work my whole shaft into her, and then I went to town. Both girls were moaning, having orgasm after orgasm. As I felt mine approaching I pulled out and started working my shaft with my hand. The girls stuck out their tongues, fighting for my sperm as it erupted from the end of my cock. When I was done, I had covered their faces with my seed. I kissed them both, taking back some of my sticky semen from them, until we were all sharing cum-flavored kisses. I lit three cigarettes and we lay back, enjoying the feelings and satisfactions of the freshly fucked. "Still bored, girls?" "No!" they said in unison. I hugged them close. When my cock started to stir again, both sisters went down on me. They loved the taste of their own juices and my sperm, lapping it up with abandon. Callie took my balls in her mouth as Beth concentrated on my shaft. I could feel the gentle rocking of the boat as I enjoyed a double blowjob from the beautiful sisters. Callie found my asshole and stuck first one, then a second finger up my back passage. With that I moaned and filled her sister's mouth with another load of cream. Once I was done spewing, the sisters licked my cock clean. I suggested a little snack and we put our suits on and went to the main room. I told them to tell Dea whatever they wanted and each challenged her, but they wish was her command. For myself I ordered up a thick steak and a half-bottle of wine. As we ate, I could see Ramon checking out the girls, full of Latin horniness. I always believe in rewarding the help, so I decided to get him and Dea into the fun. Once the dishes were cleared I had a work with them, telling them that I wanted to watch them fuck. More than obliging the two stripped out of their clothes and went to the bedroom. The girls followed me in for the show. Dea went straight for Ramon's thick prong, already erect from watching the two young girls. He rubbed Dea's black hair as she worked his rod into her mouth and down her throat. The girls were amazed that she could take all ten inches. "I've never seen an uncircumcised cock before," said Callie. "Me neither," replied Beth. "Well, if you like, you can do more than see it." I said. Ramon was busy humping Dea, ramming his horse cock into her little pussy. She cried out with every thrust, hardly able to take it all. It was a lovely sight as their dark pubic bushes met, Ramon's balls swinging wildly as he fucked her. It wasn't long until he unloaded into her cunt, the volume so copious that most of it spilled out, dripping onto the bed. The pair vacated the bed and I led the girls to it. We got naked and I mounted Beth missionary style, working her tits as I pounded her. Callie rubbed my balls and ass as I violated her sister. Without warning, Ramon came up behind Callie and plunged his own rod into her. It caught her by surprise but she loved every inch of his stallion stick. After stretching her pussy, she got on her back beside her sister and I and Ramon plunged back in. The young Latin man and I timed our thrusts, each fucking our own college girl in unison. We even reached our climaxes together, shooting sperm into our girl at the same time. I rolled onto my back and brought Beth with me, not losing my erection. She rode me well, and I motioned Ramon over. He greased his cock and placed it at the entrance to the young girl's ass. She tried to get away but he was persistent, and finally got his shaft into her. "Wow, sis!" What would Mom and Dad say about their sweet little girl getting double-fucked?" "Shut....up...." Dea was ready for more, and she and Callie got into a girl-girl 69 on the bed next to us. I loved the feel of Ramon's cock rubbing mine inside Beth, and I was sure she wouldn't be able to sit down for a week after taking his pole up the ass. I pulled out of Beth, telling Ramon to fuck her cunt. He mounted her missionary style and I grabbed the lube. Ramon was about to change his name to Pierre. Lucky Pierre. As he thrust into Beth, I thrust into him, reaming his ass for all I was worth. He would pull out of her, making my cock sink deeper into him. Dea and Callie cried out in orgasm next to us, bring the rest of us along. I emptied my balls into Ramon's rectum as he shot his sperm into Beth. We all collapsed onto the bed and went to sleep. When I awoke, the girls were nestled up to me and Ramón and Dea were gone. I suggested a shower and we all piled in, rubbing each other with soap and water to wash away the detritus of sex. We got dressed and I showed them to the door, giving them each a kiss and a pat on the bottom. I told them that if they got bored, to give me a ring. I went back to my cabin and ordered up some martini's on the balcony with a cigar. The sun was setting and I was thinking about dinner, very hungry from the afternoon's activities. Unbelievably, my cock was stirring. Tomorrow was another day. Cruise Capers Ch. 03 Ch. 3 – Second Fun Day At Sea My second day started out with coffee in the main bar, followed by hustling some pensioner who thought he was a hotshot at gin. After lunch, I played some bridge in the card room. Before dinner, I went to the onboard casino and dropped $200 at roulette, but made it up in a pick-up game of Texas Hold 'Em. For dinner I went to the high-end supper club rather than the main dining room. I ate steak and lobster, drank a good bottle of French wine and had cheese and fruit for dessert. After that I went down to the cigar bar, ordered some Hennessey XO cognac and lit one of my Monte Cristos. After finishing my drink and taking all of the bullshit macho conversation I could, I took my cigar and strolled the deck. I passed a few people, enjoying the warm tropical breeze. I soon found myself up at the top deck, which I thought to be deserted. Until I heard giggling from around the corner and decided to investigate. What I found took my breath away. Two of the most gorgeous young men, shirtless, lying on deck. Each had his hand on the others' crotch as they passed a joint between them. They looked up and me and jumped, afraid I was a narc or something. "Relax, guys. I'm into having fun too." "Thanks, mister. You want a toke?" the blonde one asked. "Not my bag, guys. But thanks." "What is your bag then?" the other one asked. I gave them a smile and walked over to them. I rubbed my hand over his bare, muscular, hairless chest. The feel of him was incredibly good, each muscle well defined and sticking out, but not grossly. I tweaked his nipples, and the little nubs immediately stood at attention. "Same as you guys, I suppose. Want to bring this party to my cabin and have some real fun?" They looked at each other and quickly agreed. Once back at my cabin, the party got started. I put on some music sat on the couch between them. I found out the blonde was Jason and the brunette was Sam. They were boyhood friends on vacation with their families before their second year of college and hailed from Las Vegas. I started with Jason. As I kissed him, Sam lit another joint and sat back for the show. Without prodding, Jason's hand went to my pants and he fished out my cock. Gently he stroked me to full erection as I licked my way down to his nipples. Sam decided he didn't want to be left out and he guided me into his mouth. The suction was like a well tuned Hoover and his hands added to my pleasure by rubbing my balls and asshole. I put my hands on their heads and rubbed their hair as they took turns feeding my nine-inches to each other. Neither was a novice to fellatio. "You like that, Joe? You like getting sucked off by two young studs?" "YES!!" I screamed. Their mouths and hands were too much and inside of three minutes I was blowing my load. Their beardless faces looked so cute covered in my semen. "Thanks, boys. Now, let me see what you've got!" They stood up and peeled off their shorts, revealing more of their tanned young bodies. Each of them had pale white patches around their cocks and asses, which I find to be very erotic. Both sported average-sized cocks and sparse pubic bushes matching the hair on their head. "You guys are gorgeous! Now, come over here so Uncle Joe can take care of you." They both came to me and I got on my knees. I took each of their cocks in hand and started stroking them. Then, they played "swordfight" in my mouth. With practiced technique I sucked their shafts, licked their balls and made love to their fantastic young man meat. The boys kissed each other as I worked them over. My hands went all over them, especially their hairy balls and smooth, tight asses. They must have been working out since birth to have such great bodies. Jason cried out that he was cumming, and was soon followed by his buddy. Both of them filled my mouth with their tasty cream, so much that I couldn't swallow fast enough. When they were done they licked their sperm off of my face, leading to kisses all around. While the boys returned to their joint I lit another cigar. "I really want to fuck you both. Are you game?" The boys looked a little stunned. I learned they had never moved beyond cocksucking in their boy-boy play. After promising to be gentle, they agreed to try it so we moved to the bedroom. I got out the condoms and lube and lit a couple of candles. To get them used to it I told them they could each fuck me first. I rolled condoms onto each of them and got on my hands and knees. Jason was first and, after lubing up my hole, shoved his cock into me. He took to it like a pro, thrusting himself into my wildly and enthusiastically. "This is great, man!" Jason screamed. "Right on!" answered his friend. It didn't take long for Jason to fill his rubber and soon was replaced by Sam. He went to town with the new sensation, and even did me the courtesy of reaching around and stroking my cock as he fucked. He too came very quickly, screaming as he did. The time now came for the boys to lose their cherries. They assumed the position next to each other and I took each of them, pulling out of one and inserting myself into the other. "Ready for something really special?" I asked them. They nodded. "Okay, Jason, you come around behind me. You fuck my ass while I fuck Sam's." The classic "Lucky Pierre." After some fumbling, we got the angles and the rhythm going. As I pulled out of Sam, Jason thrust into me. After awhile we switched, so I fucked Jason while Sam fucked me. It all ended in a huge, mutual orgasm that knocked us all out. The two boys snuggled on either side of me as they passed their joint and I puffed my cigar. "So, how long have you guys been doing each other?" "Years," said Jason. "Since junior high. "You guys gay or bi?" "Bi," answered Sam. "Well, we'd like to be anyway." "You mean you're virgins?" They both nodded. I thought of Dea in the next room and how hot it would be to watch her take their virginities. "What would you say if I told you I could arrange it? For you to fuck a girl, I mean?" "That would be awesome, Joe!" "Alright then. Wait here." I got up from the bed and went out into the main room. I dialed her room and told her to come up, as I had guests who needed entertaining. In three minutes she was there, wearing only a bathrobe. "Boys, this is Dea. Dea, these are two nice young virgins for you to deflower." She removed her robe, revealing her naked body to my guests. She went to the bed and kissed each of them. I pulled up a chair to watch the show. Dea lay back on the bed as Jason maneuvered himself over her. Sam smoothed a condom onto his cock and placed it at her entrance. With one violent thrust be buried his cock in her steaming hole. Her tits jiggled all around as he pounded her. His balls slammed into her ass as he enthusiastically surrendered his virginity to the Croatian girl. Sam cheered his friend, waiting his turn. Jason cried out that he was cumming, holding his cock all of the way in her pussy as he emptied himself. He gave her a kiss and withdrew, discarding the used condom in the wastebasket. The he returned his friend's favor and put a new rubber on Sam and guided his tool into Dea. I watched all this from my chair and stroked my own cock. Once Sam got going I got up and fed my cock to Dea, who slurped enthusiastically. Jason rubbed our backs and butts as Dea serviced us. Sam had a little more staying power than his friend, lasting five minutes before he too orgasmed. As I heard him cry out Dea brought me over and I filled her mouth with my load. Sam leaned down and kissed her, tasting some of my spunk in the process. "Thanks, Dea. My friends will remember you forever." She donned her robe and went back to her room. "Feel good, boys?" "Thanks, Joe. This was all incredible," said Sam. "Yeah, Joe. Thanks." "Any time, boys. It was my pleasure." And theirs. Cruise Capers Ch. 04 Ch. 4 – Puerto Vallarta I woke at seven in the morning the day we pulled into our first port of call. Puerto Vallarta holds special memories for me. Never one for the excursions, I took a taxi to the shopping district to pick up some jewelry for my girlfriends. Then lunch at the Hard Rock Café and a stroll on the beach. Late in the afternoon I flagged another taxi and went to my special spot. Anyone who didn't know about this place would think it is just a very elegant house in a very rich district. But those of us who are regulars know it is the classiest whorehouse in town. I was greeted at the door by Raoul, the doorman. I slipped him a twenty, as was the custom of the house. He took me into the bar and I ordered a beer. One of the great appeals of the house was its elegant ambiance. It has the look and feel of a high-society affair, rather than a flesh market. There are no hawkers, no pimps, and no half-dressed girls making crude comments. The girls, all pretty and well educated, are dressed in evening gowns. None of them have tattoos, piercing, fake boobs, or shaved pussies. If you met one on the street, you would think they were the daughters of bankers or politicians. There were a dozen customers in the bar, watching a soccer match and sipping their drinks. Gradually the girls would drift through, striking up conversations. The dress code for the gentlemen was just as strict as for the girls. No one wore t-shirts or jeans, most wore ties even with the summer heat. I talked with one of the girls who came up to me, buying her a drink. I enquired about Maria Elena, the girl I had spent time with on my last visit. Rosa, my companion, told me that Maria had left the house, marrying a local jeweler and moved to the United States. After a few minutes Rosa moved on with a smile, seeing that I wasn't interested in her. Within minutes she left with the man sitting next to me, departing for the bedrooms upstairs. I ordered another beer, still not seeing a girl that appealed to me. I was in the mood for a very small girl, not the usual buxom model that is my normal taste. Being a big man (over six feet and 225) I sometimes get turned on by physically dominating a smaller girl by my sheer size. Mexico scored a goal in the game and the room erupted in cheers. Before my third Corona arrived, the girl I was looking for walked into the room. She was about five feet tall, very skinny, and except for the long black hair and the small bumps on her chest, looked like a boy. Her dress was a very tight, green satin sheath. Two perfect pearls adorned her ears and her black heels completed the package. "Hello," she said in a high-pitched, girlish voice. "I am Carlotta." "Joe. Nice to meet you." "You are from America?" "Yes." "My sisters live in Los Angeles. I want to go there some day." "Fun town, but I prefer Northern California myself. How old are you?" "Twenty. Is not too old, I hope?" I laughed. "No, just fine. Have you worked here long?" "No, just a month. You have been here before?" "Many times. Shall we go upstairs?" "Si." She took my hand and led me to the huge staircase. I nodded to Donna Ygnacia, who ran the house. I took the older woman's hand and kissed it, slipping a hundred dollar bill into it. She thanked me and pointed the way upstairs. Carlotta took me to a room at the far end of the upstairs hall and closed the door behind us. I took her in my arms and kissed her neck, though I had to bend down a ways to do it. I ground my hardening cock into her so she could feel my desire. She broke away from me and went to the bed. Slowly she removed her shoes and her dress, revealing her small tits, topped with small brown nipples. She wore a very skimpy pair of black panties and a smile. I undid my shirt and pants and stepped out of my socks and boxers. Once on the bed I took her breast in my mouth while rubbing her pussy through the sheer silk of her underwear. She moaned at the stimulation, a genuine moan of the truly turned-on. She shifted me back and brought her mouth to my cock. With a smile she started licking around the head and grasping the shaft with her tiny hand. She tried hard to get as much of my cock into her mouth but it was too small so she settled for sucking on the head a bit. Next I turned her over on her back and reached for her panties. She lifted her butt so I could slide them off, revealing a wild thatch of black curls. Her lips were already wet and I licked her juices, paying particular attention to her clit. There is something especially satisfying about bringing a whore to orgasm and I wasn't going to miss that pleasure. "Ahhh!!" she cried out. Her pussy was gushing with cunt oil as I lapped at her like her folds were my favorite flavor of ice cream cone. She clamped her thighs around my head as I orally assaulted her womanhood. "Are you ready, Carlotta? Are you ready for me to shove this bruiser into your little pussy?" "Yes. Please." She reached over to the table and got out a condom, which she rolled onto my penis. I really love it when my lover puts it on me! I lifted her legs onto my shoulder and guided my tool to the opening of her slit. I eased myself into her until all nine inches were in. Then I thrust like there was no tomorrow, slamming my cock into her, with passion and violence and desire. I looked down to see our wild bushes mingling. Carlotta screamed as I penetrated her, over and over again. My hands went from her ass to her clit to her small cones, all the while I thrusted into her. Fucking her hard and without mercy. I could feel the head of my cock penetrate her cervix that is how small her cunt was. "Ride me, Carlotta. Sit on my cock and ride me like a horse!" She readily complied, squatting over me and inserting my cock into herself. I grasped her tiny ass as she bounced up and down on me. Her muscles milked my cock, trying to draw out my sperm. I felt the familiar stirrings inside, signaling I was about to blow. I quickly turned her over, tore off the condom and stroked my cock. Carlotta reached up and played with my balls as I jerked my self off, shooting a torrent of my cream all over her stomach and tits. As soon as I was finished, Carlotta got up and went to the washroom. She returned with a warm washcloth and proceeded to clean me up. I gave her a kiss on the forehead and got dressed. I reached for my wallet and pulled out eight one hundred dollar bills and put them on the dresser. Then I took another one out and handed it to Carlotta, as a thank you for our time together. She waved to me as I left the room and went back downstairs. Donna Ygnacia showed me to the door and thanked me for my visit. I kissed her on the hand again and thanked her for the nice afternoon. A waiting cab took me back to the ship where I took a quick nap before dinner. Tomorrow, Mazatlan! Cruise Capers Ch. 05 Ch. 5 – Mazatlan After my trip to Donna Ygnacia's I returned to the ship and slept well. When we got to Mazatlan the next morning I woke up, called Dea for a wakeup blowjob, showered, dressed and ate a quick breakfast. After a quick cigar and perusal of my e-mail I caught a taxi to the local country club for a round of golf. I was paired with a young couple from North Carolina and a banker from Phoenix. We decided to play a ten dollars a hole skins game. The wife won the first skin for thirty dollars, but I won the next for eighty. The banker won a small one for ten and I took the last for sixty. Being the gracious winner (and I hadn't revealed my four handicap to my partners) I bought a round of drinks in the clubhouse after we were done. Over drinks I noticed that there was considerable tension between the marrieds, his ego couldn't take that she had golfed better than him. His digs, while to some may have seemed funny, betrayed a serious insecurity to me. At one point in the conversation our eyes met and I could see the pain and anger in her face. We all shared a cab back to the ship and made arrangements to meet at the supper club for dinner later that night. After a nap and tumble with Dea, I dressed up in a nice, white linen suit. I had a private cocktail on my deck, straight bourbon and a Monte Cristo. When dinnertime came I went up, past the statue of David and was immediately seated after slipping the hostess some green. I gave her the names of my guests and asked that they be seated on arrival. I ordered another bourbon and waited. Steve and Alicia came soon but the banker never did show up. Before they even sat down I could tell they had been fighting. "Nice to see you both," I said by way of greeting. "Hi, Joe." She replied. He merely nodded. "Having a good cruise?" I asked. "It's great," she said, not very convincingly. "It sucks," he said. Alicia looked very guarded and uncomfortable, as if a storm was brewing in her spouse. "Why is that?" "Everything's overpriced. The room is a closet. The staff are for shit." Boy, had this guy 'missed the boat' (pun intended). If staffers on this cruise line didn't treat you right, it was you and not they to blame. "Sorry you aren't having a good time. I've sailed with this line for years and have had nothing but great experiences." "Well, they always have their hand out so you must grease a lot of palms." I just smiled. "Shall we order?" Steve slammed down three scotches before our food arrived, then drank a bottle and a half of wine. He was barely conscious by the time the cheese-and-fruit cart arrived. As her husband abused his liver, Alicia became increasingly embarrassed. She picked at her food and nursed one glass of white wine. When the check came I grabbed it. Alicia thanked me, but Steve became agitated. "I can pay my own way!" he yelled. Every head in the room turned and conversation stopped. I merely smiled and slid the check toward him. He threw down his ship's account card and glared at me like he had won something. After the server took care of things, Steve jumped up and grabbed Alicia's hand. "Let's go," he said. "No, Steve. I'm not done with my dessert." "We're going now!" "No!" The staff started moving toward us, wanting to restore order. "Fine, you little bitch! Have it your way!" With that he stormed away, hitting two tables and a waitress on the way out. Alicia couldn't decide whether to be ashamed or angry, but tears worked for her in either case. I moved over next to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Joe. He can be such an asshole sometimes." "If you don't mind me asking, what is his problem?" "He's about to be fired from his job. And I just got a big promotion at mine." "And his big macho self can't handle it?" "Yup. And he wants a divorce because I haven't given him children." "What a crock! Have you guys been tested?" "He won't. He's sure it's me. I went to my doctor and all my plumbing's in order." I suggested we leave and go down to the cigar bar. I took her hand and led her to the elevator and we went down. I ordered a bottle of cognac and lit a cigar. She took out a pack of Marlboros and followed suit. For the next two hours we sipped cognac, smoked, and she poured out her heart. She was miserable and her husband was the cause. She was sure he was cheating on her and blamed her for everything that was wrong in his life. During the course of the conversation, I inched closer to her. I would tell a joke and, while she laughed, touch her arm or leg. I met no resistance. Finally, I asked the big question. "Why do you stay with him?" "I don't know sometimes. We've been together fifteen years, since high school. He's the only guy I've ever been with." I was sure that would change. Tonight. Over our third cognac I looked into her eyes and took her hand in mine. They were big, beautiful, and blue and had seen too much pain. Slowly I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. It was a soft, sweet, tender kiss. She put her hand behind my head and gently rubbed my neck. It made me sad how much this beautiful young woman needed a little tenderness. "Thank you, Joe. That was very nice." "Any time. Alicia, you're a gorgeous young woman and you deserve better. I know I'm being bold, but would you come up to my cabin with me?" She thought a minute in silence. I could see the wheels turning in her head, weighing the known versus the unknown. The asshole husband versus the kind stranger. "I've never done anything like this before." "I know. But maybe it's time you did. I promise you a night you will always look back on fondly." After a minute, she smiled. I had won. I took her hand and led her back to my cabin. She was in awe of its size, seeing as how she was in one of the smaller accommodations. We went to the bedroom and I took her in my arms. Tongues came into play as we kissed, our hands exploring each other. "Alicia, I'd really like it if you would suck my dick." With that she got on her knees, unbuckled my belt and took out my cock. She put her hand around it, making my organ grow. Slowly she stroked it, coaxing a full erection out of me. Soon, all nine inches awaited her tonsils. Alicia took as much of me in her mouth as she could handle, stroking the shaft and licking the head. It felt great having this hot young married woman on her knees worshiping my cock. She knew all the sensitive parts, under the shaft, my balls, and she pulled no punches. Wanting to prolong things I stopped her and bade her remove her clothing. I unzipped her dress and she let it slip down to her feet, revealing a beautiful black bra-and-panty set. I kissed her again as I reached between her great tits and unclasped it. As she let the cups fall away I took a breast in each hand and gently rubbed them, causing her small, brown nipples to become erect. Alicia backed away from me and stepped out of her panties while I removed the rest of my clothes. She lay back on the bed and I got between her legs immediately. Her labia were small, as was the amount of red pubic hair that covered it. "Honey, I'm going to eat you until you scream." With that warning I proceeded to lick her all over, from the insides of her thighs to each of her lips. I stayed away from her clit, as I wanted to build her up slowly, almost torture her, before delivering the greatest orgasm she could imagine. She squirmed under my oral assault, bucking her hips up and down and side to side. I kept my face planted on her pussy, no matter how hard she went. "Joe...fuck, Joe! ...fuck..." I could tell her loser of a husband had never even come close to giving her this much pleasure. She didn't know what to do with herself as the waves of pleasure hit her. Alicia grabbed fistfuls of sheet, grabbed my hair, and even punched the headboard as she got closer and closer to the big O. Then I did it. I rubbed her clit with the entire length of my tongue and stuck a finger into her canal. "OH FUCK!!" she screamed. "Keep doing that! No, stop!!" As she reached her orgasm, her pussy let go with a flood of juice. When she started to come down I leaned up and kissed her, sharing the taste of her pussy with her. She looked me in the eyes, hers now filled with happiness instead of pain. "Joe, I really want you to stick that monster inside me, but I'm not on any birth control. Do you have anything?" Now was the time to spring the plan that had been developing in my mind since dinner. "Alicia, sweetie, wouldn't you just love to get back at that jerk of a husband?" "Yeah." "And don't you really want a baby?" "Yeah." "Then why not let me plant one in your belly right now? You can't hurt a man worse than letting another man impregnate his wife." "Do it, Joe. Knock me up higher than a kite." I kissed her and took her hand, guiding it to my throbbing penis. "If you're serious, put my cock inside you." Without hesitation she guided me to her opening and thrust herself up. I slowly worked myself into her tight, wet cunt. Soon I was balls deep in her so I reached around and grabbed her tight little ass cheeks. Very gently I eased my cock in and out of her. I licked her nipples as I fucked her, sucking and biting them to add to her pleasure. "Oh, yeah Joe! Fuck me! Flood my pussy with your nasty babymakers!" I wanted to last longer, but the thought of making a baby in this hottie drove me over the edge. "I'm gonna knock you up and make you my whore! Here it comes!" I let loose a huge wad of sperm into her. I lost count at four shots of cream. I kept my cock in her and brought her legs up over my shoulders. I kissed her softly but deeply, as we had shared the most intimate moment possible between two human beings. I used my cock as a stopper, keeping my sperm in her. I moved my hips in and out slowly, trying to maintain an erection. When I was sure my sperm had had a bit of time to get farther in her, I started slamming my cock into her without mercy, trying to add another wave of babymakers to the mix. Alicia screamed at this latest assault, grabbing onto me and clawing my ass and shoulders with her nails. I was driven by the same lusty idea that she was and soon added even more sperm to her pussy. There is no sex better than babymaking sex. I waited a minute before withdrawing from her. I instructed her to hold her legs together, and then I turned her and told her to put her feet up on the wall. I placed a pillow under her ass. She was now in perfect position to let my sperm do their work. I went out into the main room, poured two glasses of champagne, and brought them back to the bedroom. I tipped the glass to her lips so she could drink, then poured some on her breasts and licked it off. About three in the morning Alicia got dressed and left. I didn't get up and she didn't say goodbye. To this day I wonder if somewhere in North Carolina there isn't a little me running around. Cruise Capers Ch. 06 Ch. 6 – Cabo San Lucas Cabo is the most beautiful stop on the cruise with its awesome rock structures, hills, and greenery. I often come down there to stay with friends who keep condos or boats there. One problem with stopping at Cabo is that the harbor is too shallow to actually dock, so you have to wait in line to get on a shuttle boat. This trip I didn't feel like waiting in line so I decided to stay aboard. Having the run of a nearly empty ship is a lot of fun. After breakfast I went to the salon for a haircut, shave, and massage. As a VVIP guest they threw in a facial and body scrub. When I left, three hours and $200 in tips later, I felt renewed and fresh. In port the dining room is closed for lunch so I took a quick snack in the cafeteria-style eatery and went down to the library/internet lounge. It was empty, so I slowly browsed the books in the library to pass the time. Generally, when I travel I have a suitcase of my own books, a good mixture of fiction and non-fiction and usually a couple of classics. I had reached the gardening section (kind of odd for a ship, I thought) when my peace was interrupted by a married couple who came in and logged on to one of the computers. "Hello," I said, feeling friendly. "Hi," they said in unison. They continued to look at the screen. I moved around slowly so I could look over their shoulder to see what was so interesting. On the screen were images of naked people. They were surfing the web for porn! "Nice collection you found there," I said, non-chalantly. "Sure is!" the wife replied. I settled down into conversation with this adventurous pair. They were Charles and Chloe from Charleston, South Carolina. They were in their early thirties and had been married for two years. Each of them had married young, grown bored with their original spouses and left them. They had met in a swingers group. "Sure, we've had some wild times, but this cruise hasn't been as wild as we would have liked," Charles explained. "Really? You must not know where to look." "Where should we look?" asked Chloe, all southern drawl and charm. "How about I send a steward down to your cabin and he can show you?" "Is that a proposition, Joe?" asked Charles. "You could say that." "You have a girlfriend, Joe? We don't do anything with single guys." "Sure, Charles. I think I can arrange something," I said, thinking of Dea. I went back to my cabin and relaxed for the afternoon. I checked e-mails, read the news online, made a few stock transactions online. After a quick snack I settled into a biography of King George the Sixth and passed time. About five o'clock I called Dea and Ramon in and explained the evening to them. Dea was to be my "date" and Ramon would provide service. I told Dea to dress up, giving her some money to go down to the on-board boutique and pick out something nice. Ramon was to be in full dress-uniform and would arrange for the food from the kitchen, since Dea wouldn't be available to cook. After giving them their instructions I retired to the bathroom to make my own preparations. I shaved, showered, and then soaked in a hot bath spiked with lavender and vanilla oils. I put on one of my white linen suits, complete with tie and cufflinks. I was ready for an elegant evening with my guests. At six Dea came back from the boutique for inspection. She had purchased all new clothes, down to the underwear. She looked great. At six-thirty I sent Ramon down to collect Charles and Chloe. I had Dea mix a pitcher of martinis and put out the appetizers. Charles and Chloe had also dressed for the occasion, he in a charcoal=gray suit, her in a skin-tight silk sheath that displayed her body in full force. I could tell she was wearing little or no underwear it was that tight. We settled down to drinks and food. I offered Charles one of my Cuban cigars, which he took and savored. Dea was shy, and I made every effort to include her in conversation. Very quickly, the four of us settled into an easy rapport. Ramon served the dinner I had ordered up. Since I expected lots of physical activity later, I kept it light. Large salad, roasted chicken, no dessert. A couple of bottles of wine later we were laughing like old friends. "Geez, Joe this place is great!" said Chloe. "Glad you like it." "Who did you have to kill to get it?" asked Charles. I laughed. "The list is long and prestigious. Shall we have our brandy in the hot tub?" With that we all got up and carried our snifters to the outside deck. I offered Charles another Monte Cristo which he took. We peeled out of our clothes without inhibition, since we all knew where the evening was going. Charles was very fit. His whole body was a sculpted example of good living, muscles hard and defined. His skin was tanned but not dark, giving him a very healthy look. Most of his body was smooth except for a downy pelt on his chest and a thick bush of black pubic hair. If Chloe was stunning in her dress, she was fantastic out of it. She wore a black thing with no bra. Her breasts were firm and perky, with large puffy nipples. She was as fit and tanned as her husband, her pubic hair well-trimmed. We jumped in the tub and looked out at the setting sun. Chloe sat next to me while Charles cuddled up with Dea. As we sat there, sipping our drinks and enjoying cigars, I felt a hand on my penis. Despite the water it was coming alive. "Geez, Charles. Joe here has a major piece of equipment between his legs." "Chloe loves big cocks, Joe." "You don't look so badly equipped, Charles." "I do alright." I put my arm around Chloe and started massaging one of her breasts as she did the same to my cock. Charles started putting the moves on Dea, who of course went along. Soon she was fingering her pussy as he kissed her. "Looks like those two are getting ahead of us, Joe. Why don't you scoot up so I can suck on that monster of yours?" I got out and sat on the edge and Chloe went for it. Her hands pumped my cock expertly as she slid it in and out of her mouth. Charles stopped what he was doing to Dea and watched his wife. "Go for it, honey. Suck that cock!" I looked over and Dea was giving Charles quite the hand job. His cock looked to be about seven inches and thin. By his moaning I could tell he was enjoying himself. When Chloe almost had me to orgasm I stopped her and motioned for her to get out and let me at her box. She squealed as she rose from the water and spread her legs. "Charles doesn't like to eat my pussy. But he's got the greatest fingers ever!" I took a few licks at her cunt, the chlorine not the greatest taste in the world. But I still gave her a tongue lashing that had her bucking her hips and crying out within minutes. Charles came over and kissed his wife while Dea took his cock in her mouth. Before things got too out of hand I suggested we move into the bedroom. The ladies led the gentlemen, cocks in hand, to the king-sized bed. Charles couldn't wait to mount Dea and had his cock in a rubber and in her like nobody's business. I took my dick in hand and rubbed it up and down Chloe's slit. She put a condom on me and guided my penis into her pussy. Slowly I worked it into her. While Charles was banging away next to me, I took my time with his wife. Her pussy was not as tight as I would have expected on so small a woman, but it still felt great. She squeezed at my cock, making its entrance a little tougher. If that's how she wanted to play it, fine. Without warning I started pounding into her, my hips pistoning up and down as I drove my cock into her. Chloe screamed with each thrust as the head of my cock pushed past her cervix on every entry. "Oh fuck, Joe! Ram it into me!" I looked over at Charles and his eyes were locked with his wife's as they each copulated with a strange partner. They reached out and held hands. Dea was screaming through an orgasm as Charles grunted like an animal, following her closely. Chloe was coming as I too came to climax and filled my condom with cream. We removed the used rubbers and sat on the couch. Dea and Chloe had gotten into a 69, licking at each others privates like pros. I handed Charles another cigar and lit one for myself. We sat back and watched the show. "You guys been swinging long?" I asked. "About three years. Where'd you dig up that hottie so quick?" "She works for the cruise line." We exchanged more small talk as the girls went at it. Chloe broke the silence. "Make me come you commie bitch! Yeah!!!" Charles and I smiled at each other. He turned to me and asked: "Are you bisexual, Joe? You ever do it with guys?" "Yes. You?" "Sometimes. Chloe gets off on it sometimes." We reached for each others penises, stroking them to hardness. I reached out and kissed him. He took the kiss tentatively. Meanwhile, he started to jack me off like crazy. His grip was tight and his motions rapid. The girls, having finished each other off, came over and sat on the floor beneath us. Chloe's eyes were transfixed to her husband's hand on my cock. "Are you going to suck it, honey? Are you going to put that big, nasty cock in your mouth?" "Do you want me to, babe? Do you want to see me blow this big dick like a jailhouse bitch?" "Yeah, honey. I do." Charles leaned over and engulfed my cock in his mouth. He jerked the shaft as he bobbed his head up and down on my member. Chloe came over and started rubbing my balls, helping prime me to shoot sperm in her husband's mouth. With her other hand she started fingering his ass. "Suck that cock, honey. I want to see him shoot all over your face!" Between his mouth and her fingers I could feel the sperm churning up from my testicles. I started humping my ass off of the couch, fucking his mouth. When the moment of truth came he took my cock out and I shot a thick load all over his face, just as his wife had asked. She then proceeded to lick and kiss my sperm off of his face. We got cleaned up and gathered in the main room for a final drink. Then they left and I went out on deck with a final cigar and snifter of brandy. Dea came out with me and I thanked her for doing so good a job. Ramon also joined us and he too was thanked. One more day of the cruise and then we would be docking at Long Beach. What could I do that last day to live up to the days preceding it?