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Cruise Ship

By: bassbelly



I couldn't believe my good fortune. I had won a Caribbean cruise, all expenses paid for two weeks. One of my 'must do before I die' items was a cruise. All I had to do was get to Florida.

Three days before the cruise was to start, I hopped an airplane out of Bakersfield. It took me to Los Angeles where another plane took me to Miami. I dragged my bags to the hotel and settled in to wait for the ship.

Room service delivered my dinner the first night. I looked at the brochures that were fanned out on the desk. Most of them explained the wonders of Miami.

I left the room and moved down to the hotel bar. A three piece combo was beating out Latin rhythms on a small stage. I surveyed the bar and found several groups of people, mostly women chatting at the tables. I ordered a Margarita and settled in to watch the action.

A really hot looking Cuban babe was sitting by herself at the other end of the bar. I asked the bartender to buy her a drink, on me. The guy delivered the drink and pointed to me. She accepted it, raised the glass and smiled. I went back to watching the action on the dance floor. I was looking the other way when she sidled up and sat next to me.

"Why don't we get a table?" she asked.

"Good idea," I answered and led her to a table in a dark alcove away from the dance floor. "Is this okay?"

"Yes, I like it," she replied. What is your name?"

"I'm Jack Thornton. How about you?"

"My name is Maria Sanchez."

I bought another round. 

"What brings you to Miami Jack?"

"I'm waiting for my cruise to start. I've got two days before boarding."

The combo started a slow dance. "Would you care to dance, maam?"

"I would be honored, sir"

I led her to the dance floor and held her in my arms. She snuggled up close to me and put her head on my shoulder. "This feels right," she said.

We spun around the floor like we knew what we were doing. She felt so good in my arms. Erotic thoughts flooded my mind. When the fast music started, I broke the embrace and took her back to the table.

"You don't like fast music?" she asked.

"It isn't that I don't like it. It is that I can't do it. The faster it gets, the clumsier I become. I don't want to step on you, after all we just met."

"Okay," she laughed, "We'll just do the slow ones."

As the night wore on, we got a little drunker and danced a lot more. By the time the band announced they were through, we had become really chummy.

"I would stay with you tonight," she explained, "but I don't do that on the first night."

"I understand Maria. Can I take you to lunch tomorrow?"

"Yes, meet me here at about eleven."

I leaned into her and kissed her on the lips. Her tongue snaked its way into my mouth and I sucked on it for a minute or so. "Are you sure you don't want to come to my room?" I asked.

"Of course I want to. If I do, you'll think I'm just a slut or a bar whore."

"Do you think I'm a slut or bar whore?" I asked her.

"Of course not! But you are a man. The rules are different."

"Look, I have only two nights left on the beach. I don't want to waste one of them alone, do you?"

"No, I guess not. There really isn't much difference between tonight and tomorrow night, is there?"

"None at all," I replied, "Come with me." I escorted her to the waiting elevator. 

When the elevator door shut, she grabbed my dick. "We might as well start now," she commented.

I was in complete agreement, so I played with her tits until we got to my floor.

I unlocked the room and she quickly stepped inside. When I walked through the door she spun around and locked her lips on mine. I scooped her up and headed for the bed.

She squealed when her butt hit the mattress. "I want to see it!" she exclaimed.

I was going to show her, but first, I undressed her. She had nice sized tits with large nipples that were standing up like a couple of little soldiers. I sucked one into my mouth as she yanked on my cock. My shirt and pants were ripped from me and were shortly followed by my boxers.

"Mmm, nice!" She approved as she surveyed my six inch dick.

Her pussy was shaved except for a small patch on top. I pushed her back on the bed and she quickly spread her legs. She was expecting me to poke her right away, but I had other plans. I leaned into her and kissed her pussy employing lots of tongue. She was damp when I dived on her but she was soaked by the time I came up for air.

She was thrashing around on the bed making it hard to maintain tongue contact with her cunt. She was moaning, "I thought only Cubans ate pussy!"

"Obviously not," I replied, as I licked her again. I located her clit and started licking the sensitive little organ as rapidly as I could. She immediately exploded into a wild erotic orgasm. The more she came, the better she tasted so I just kept right on licking and sucking. She screamed, "No more, no more, I'm going to faint. Fuck me now. I've got to have your cock in me!"

I crawled up her smooth little body and slipped my cock into her love channel. She grunted a little as I bottomed out. I was thrusting, she was thrashing. "Are you going to cum in me?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah, I want to make you cum as much as I can and I'm bound to lose it. I can't think about not cumming in you."

She moaned and started panting hard. I thought she might be passing out again. "Are you all right? Do you want to stop?"

"Don't ever stop. If you're going to cum in me, you must fuck me all night."

I didn't get the twisted logic behind that statement, but I willingly accepted it as a done deal. I was slamming into her harder and harder. Out of control, I started squirting a big rope of cum into her. She was making little squeaking sounds as I filled her. I could feel her cunt gripping my member as she came with me.

"I'm gonna try to leave it in you," I informed her as my dick began to shrink.

"Oh good, I love the feel of a semi-hard cock in my pussy. Let's rest like this and if it stays in, you can fuck me again when it hardens."

"I'm really glad you came with me tonight. You have a great little pussy and you are a lot of fun."

"I'm glad I came too. I wasn't looking forward to rubbing my pussy at home alone."

"If you can roll over without popping me out, I can spoon you all night," I suggested.

"Good idea!" She replied and rolled her leg over me without so much as an inch escaping her swollen snatch.

I plugged into her as far as I could with half a hardon, wrapped my arms around her and grabbed two handfuls of titties. She wriggled back against me. Her breathing became regular and soon I heard her softly sighing as she drifted off. I realized that the booze and the pussy had taken their toll on me too, so I let myself slip into sleep.

About five in the morning, I felt her started to throb on my dick. It was harder than a pool cue and still inside her so I pumped her pussy gently. I could tell she wasn't asleep because she was grunting as she tried to get my six inch cock deeper into her. Her tits were still in my hands so I massaged them gently while flicking her nipples to make her groan. 

I rolled over so that I was on top of her, still pumping her. She raised her ass and pretty soon, we were doing it doggy style. I leaned back and put my thumb on her puckered, brown, tight little ass. It was slick with her fluids, so I stuck my thumb on in.

She groaned, "What are you doing?"

"I'm getting ready to fuck your ass."

"I've never done that before. I think your cock might be too big."

"It's not much bigger than my thumb. Do you like the way my thumb feels in your ass?"

"Oh, yes, it feels wonderful. Let's try it!"

I rubbed some more pussy juice on her ass, placed my cock on her tight little hole and pressed forward. "How's that?" I asked. 

"It hurts a little but I think I'm getting used to it. Put it in deeper."

I shoved it in until my balls slapped her pussy. 

"That really feels good now!" she exclaimed. "Fuck me hard!"

I slammed her ass as hard as I could and she just grunted and took it all. "I'm gonna cum," she cried.

"Me too," I answered. I shot a big load into her ass. When she felt the cum squirting inside her she clamped her ass tightly around my cock. I could feel her ass muscles flexing as she came and that made me prolong my orgasm. I shot load after load into her. I couldn't stop. Finally my cock popped out of her ass and I fell exhausted beside her.

She was quivering and leaking cum from her ass and her pussy. I congratulated myself on a job well done.

We got up together and wandered into the shower. As the hot water stung our bodies, I held her tightly to me. "My ass is sore," she complained.

"I'll just wash it for you," I volunteered.

"Okay," she agreed and bent over to give me access to her brown eye. I gently massaged her burning hole. "You can fuck my pussy now." She declared. 

I slid my dick into her cunt. "Okay."

She wrapped her legs around my waist and started humping my cock. Her pussy flexed around me. She was really, really good pussy. It didn't take long for her to start bouncing frantically on me. Her pussy clamped down. My cock swelled up. She screeched as she came. I grunted as I fired another round into her greedy cunt.

After the shower we sat on the bed and felt each other up. "Let's get something to eat," I suggested.

"Okay," she agreed as she leaned over and inhaled my cock.

"I was gonna call room service, but they don't have anything this good. Get your pussy up here! I need some breakfast too!"

She held my dick in her mouth and swung her legs over me. Her twat landed squarely on my mouth. I sucked her labia in and chewed on them gently. When I grabbed her clit between my lips, she deep throated me. I could feel the back of her mouth as she pumped my dick with her head. I applied my tongue to her clit and once again she went wild. She tried to scream, but with my dick in her throat all she did was produce a giant vibration on my cock. That sent me over the edge and I came directly into her throat. 

She slammed my nose into her ass as she slammed her pelvis onto my mouth. Suddenly she was producing copious amounts of cunt juice. I let go of her clit and started drinking as much as I could. After she calmed down, I licked her until she was close to being clean. 

"Let's get room service to get us some food," I whined.

"Let's have a look at that menu!"

I ordered a big breakfast. We consumed it with gusto, not having eaten all night. After breakfast we explored the bathroom and found, among other things, a new room service toothbrush. Since I had my own, she took possession of it. Another shower ensued. When we were dry, we sat on the bed again touching each other and exploring our bodies. 

What are we going to do today?" I asked her.

"Let's stay here and fuck. I've already seen Florida, but you are a new toy." She answered.

In answer, I took her into my arms and laid her down. I rolled her on top of me. "How many times can you make me cum today?" I asked.

"Let's find out," she replied.

I grasped her ass cheeks and rubbed them with my fingers. "I'm still too sore for ass fucking, but we can do everything else."

My hands were everywhere on her body. I held her arms up and sucked on her armpits. She wiggled and twitched. "Nobody ever did that to me before," she whispered. "I like it."

I sucked on both of her pits until they were glowing red. She was moaning softly and turning completely wet. I rubbed her pussy and got her sweet nectar on my fingers. I raised them to my mouth and sucked her juices off of them while she watched. Her sweet little slit was lying right across my hard cock.

"Stick it in me," she whispered.

I reached down and aimed my dick at her opening and slowly pushed up into her. She moaned a little louder and pushed her tongue into my greedy mouth. I sucked on it and heard a satisfied squeak of approval. I rubbed her tongue with my tongue and felt her hips buck down on my crotch as she shoved as much of my cock into her as possible.

"Make me cum!" she cried. 

I pounded into her, rubbing her clit and kissing her fiercely. Her cunt was throbbing on me and her juices were flowing generously around my cock. I could feel her wetness as it dripped over my quivering balls. It wasn't long until I felt that tell tale tightening deep in my nuts that signaled and impending orgasm. "I'm gonna cum," I grunted.

"Fill me. Give me all of it. I'm cumming too. Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme!!!"

I rammed her hard and froze deep within her as my semen shot from my cock, coating the inside of her pussy with gobs of white cream. When she felt my cum pouring into her she screamed and came immediately. Then she collapsed across my body. Her lips sucked my neck as she wound down from her orgasm.

I was shaking and quivering under her. It felt so damned good! She started to roll off of me but I stopped her. "You're fine right where you are," I told her. I didn't want to let this vibrating mass of female flesh escape. My arms wrapped around her and I squeezed her as tight as I could. 

She rubbed her body against mine causing my flaccid cock to stir again. She reached between us and played with the head of my dick. She tried to stick her finger into the little hole at the tip.

I rolled on top of her never letting go. She groaned as my weight pressed her into the mattress. "I want to suck you off," she declared. 

I rolled off of her and she was on my cock in a heartbeat. It was still kind of floppy as she sucked it into her mouth and played with it with her tongue. She tried to stick her tongue into the hole. It was driving me crazy. She gently squeezed my wet nuts and played with them as she sucked on me.

It soon became apparent that I was going to require some recovery time. "Come on Maria, let's get another shower and then order some dinner. We can play later."

I followed her into the shower. As soon as the water came on, I sank to my knees and licked her clit. She pissed on my chin. It was warm and salty-sweet. I laughed and got up to wash off. "I'm so sorry!" she said. "I don't know why that happened."

"Don't worry about it. It was actually pretty good and it was a new experience for me. I might ask you to do it again later if we have time."

With that, she brightened and scrubbed me clean while I sucked on her tits. "Now I have to pee," I told her. 

"Do it on my leg!" she cried excitedly. "I've never had anyone piss on me. Go for it!"

While she held it, stream of piss shot out of my cock and ran down her legs. She laughed as she sprayed it around the shower stall. When I finished, I washed her off and she purred like a kitten.

We ordered dinner from room service. "I have to get on the ship tomorrow at nine in the morning," I said.

"I'll think about you all the time," she replied. "I'm so glad we had this time together. I'll give you my number and if you're ever here again, look me up. Maybe you can pee on my leg again."

I laughed and hugged her. "At least we have one more night."

"Let's see if we can get your soldier ready for war," she replied as she grabbed my cock and started rubbing.

I watched as it grew in her hands. She leaned down and tenderly kissed it. "I'm going to miss my little soldier," she commented.

"You're not gonna miss him yet!"

My cock swelled right up for us. She hummed a little tune as she kneaded it to life. Soon it was as hard as ever. She pushed me onto my back and straddled my crotch. She aimed it at her honey hole and slowly settled onto it.

"Mmm, it feels so good inside me! I'm gonna fuck your ass off!"

She didn't waste any time as she humped up and down on my dick. I tried to stick it further into her as she rode me. I felt her pussy spasm as she began to cum. With her sliding up and down my pole and her pussy massaging me at the same time, it didn't take long for her to fuck my ass off. I squirted some more boy juice into her and produced a satisfied groan.

It started to wilt, so she hopped off and took it into her mouth again. I sure wish I had a girlfriend like her back home! She licked my cock and balls clean and then leaned in to kiss me. I readily accepted her wet, full lips. I could taste our combined juices in her mouth as I tongued her. It was so erotic!

I said, "Let's save some for a goodbye fuck in the morning."

"Okay," she agreed. "Spoon me."

As I snuggled in and placed my cock between her cheeks, I knew there wouldn't be much left for the morning. I woke up about six and she was already grinding away on my hardon. I wondered how she managed to get it in her without waking me up. The girl obviously had hidden talents.

I stroked her hard and she came on my dick. I kept right on stroking.

"Fuck me hard Jack," she cried.

I did my damnedest to drive her through the mattress. Soon she was cumming again this time taking me with her. I didn't think I had that much stuff left, but her cunt sucked a large quantity out of me. We lay there puffing and panting. Finally I got up and pulled her into the shower. We scrubbed each other clean. I dried her off and watched as she dressed.

She stood majestically at the door. "Goodbye Jack. I had a great time. Be sure to come back one of these days. My bed is always open for you."

I took her into my arms and kissed her. "Goodbye Maria. If there ever was a reason to return to something, you're it!"

I let her go and she turned and went out the door.

I had just enough time to make the boat. I caught a taxi and it delivered me right to the pier. A porter picked up my luggage and took it on board. I walked up the gangway with my papers in my hand. As soon as I signed on, I knew that this was going to be a great cruise.

The guy at the desk said, "Mr. Thornton, welcome aboard a purser will take you directly to your suite."

Suite? I thought I'd just have a standard cabin. I was escorted to the top deck and shown my suite. It wasn't the captain's suite, but it was close. There were three spacious rooms. The bedroom held a king size bed. There was a lounge and a dining room. The bathroom was better than mine at home. 

I tried to tip the purser. "No sir that has all been taken care of. Here is your debit card. Just plug it in to any terminal when you want an excursion or something from a gift shop. The complimentary card limit is twenty thousand dollars."

I was completely flabbergasted. Maybe they had mistaken me for some touring millionaire. As the purser departed, I stretched out on the bed. I expected that any minute the purser would be back in a panic and escort me to the lower decks. I took a brief nap. I awoke to the sound of the ship's alarm. I almost panicked and then I remembered the mandatory safety drill. I stumbled out of my room and, following the directions, made my way to my emergency departure point.

We all had to don life vests and then we listened to a lecture on proper procedures. Ten minutes later it was over and I got out of the life vest and headed back to my room. I stepped out onto my private balcony and watched as our ship departed the port. The sea breeze stirred me and my hunger pangs took over. I went back in the room and found directions to the nearest eatery.

As I traversed the ship, I was following a spectacular blond in a miniskirt. She suddenly dropped her purse and I swooped in to pick it up for her. She smiled warmly as I handed it to her. 

"Thank you," she said.

"You're welcome," I replied. "Are you by chance, going to find something to eat?"

"Yes I am."

"Please allow me to escort you to the nearest dining facility."

"Thank you again," she remarked and took my arm. 

Wow! I had heard that it was easy on a cruise ship, but I had no idea it would be like this! I led her to the restaurant.

"Would you like to have lunch with me?" I inquired.

"Yes," she smiled.


Cruise Ship Affair



My wife Elaine and I weren't getting along these days. After a dozen years or so of marriage we didn't see eye to eye anymore. Elaine proposed that we take a vacation cruise and see if we could work things out. I figured we might as well try that. It seemed like a desperate move to get things right. We flew to where the ship was docked and we boarded heading to the Caribbean. 

The first couple of days went smoothly. There were no fights between us and we even had sex for the first time in months. We were out at sea and the sun was just starting to set. Elaine was reading a book in our room. I told her I was going to go up to the deck and take a walk to get some exercise. She waved to me and I walked up to the top deck. I began my walk when I was brought up short. 

There was this gorgeous looking woman standing at the railing looking out at the sea. She turned and looked at me. It was one of those times that you see someone for the first time but you feel like you have known them forever. I got the same look from this woman. I walked over and introduced myself. She said her name was Beth. She told me she needed to get away from her job so she booked this cruise.

We just stood and talked like we had known each other for years. It was starting to get cooler and Beth ask me if I would like to come to her cabin and talk some more. I wasn't sure if she saw I was wearing a wedding ring or not. If so, it didn't seem to matter to her. I would have guessed that Beth was in her mid-twenties. She had curly brown hair to her shoulders. I was thirty eight at that time. I did wonder why she wanted to talk to an older man.

We got to her room. She had a view facing out looking to the sea. We barely got inside when Beth told me this.

"When I first saw you, I thought I knew you."

I told her the same thing. It was like we were old friends even though we just met. The next part I still can't believe. We started to kiss each other. It was like we had all these built up emotions inside us. I started to pull Beth's top up and I removed it from her body. Beth unsnapped her bra and I buried my face in her chest. Beth's tits were more than a handful. I was sucking and chewing on each of her nipples.

I backed Beth over to the bed and I stood there and pulled my clothes off. Beth removed her pants and panties to reveal her shaved pussy. We got onto the bed. I got on top of Beth. My cock was rubbing across her pussy. I could feel the wetness of her gash. I was getting hard as hell. I knew this was totally crazy. I was supposed to be trying to save my marriage. Instead I was on top of a young, naked woman.

Beth drew her legs back. Her hand reached down and took hold of my prick. She brought me right to her opening and I began to slide into her drenched pussy. It was like a hand slipping into a glove. It felt like a perfect fit as I sunk my dick deeper into her passage. Once I was completely inside Beth, she clamped her pussy muscles around my erection.

I started to pull out and then push my cock all the way inside Beth. Beth was moaning and she told me she need to be fucked hard. I didn't need to be asked twice. I gave Beth the longest, hardest strokes I could. My balls were hitting her ass hard as I filled Beth with my thick rod. Beth brought her legs up high onto my back. Her hands went to the sides of my body and she held on as I pounded her quim.

Looking back on it, my wife and I hadn't had sex like this in years. I wanted to give Beth the fucking she deserved. I started to build up speed. My ass was like a jackhammer as I drove into Beth's hot hole. How long had we gone at it? I had no idea. I did think of my wife waiting for me to return after my walk. After some long minutes of taking Beth on her bed, I felt like I was getting close to releasing. 

I told Beth I was getting close. She told me not to pull out. She wanted me to cum inside her. That is what I did. I send my hot cream deep into her belly as I let go. Beth let out this moan and she gripped me tighter with her pussy muscles. It seemed like I had an endless amount to give her. My seed went pouring into her belly and Beth took every drop of it.

I finally got to the point of going soft. I pulled out and looked as Beth started to pant like she was trying to catch her breath. I was thinking of how long I had been gone. I told Beth I hated to run but my family would be waiting for me. We made a decision that we would look for each other on the ship. If we didn't see each other, we would meet on the deck at night. I quickly got cleaned up and I got back into my clothes and left.

When I got back to my room, Elaine was asleep. I got into bed and Elaine turned over. 

"How was your walk?" she asked me.

Thank God she couldn't see me in the dark room. I know my face was flushed from all that fucking and then being questioned by Elaine. I told her it was refreshing to get out. I said I might do it again tomorrow night. Elaine gave me a kiss and went back to sleep. I really hated to lie like that and nearly getting caught. I soon fell asleep myself. I woke up and my mind was completely on Beth. To be honest, I wanted to fuck my lover right there and then.

Elaine and I got ready for the next day. The ship was pulling into port and we were going to made one of the side trips. We went into one of the towns along the coast to go shopping. You can imagine what happened. I saw Beth there in town. I tried to be careful but I know we were looking at each other intently. I just hoped Elaine hadn't noticed. This place was small and there were people from the ship shopping as well. It seemed like every time I turned around, there was Beth.

We finally got back to the ship that afternoon. Elaine said she was tired. Would I mind if she took a nap. I said she should sleep. I would go wandering around the ship for awhile. I went to the deck but I didn't see Beth. I know it was stupid but I walked to her room and I knocked on the door. Luckily Beth answered. I think she was shocked to see me. She let me in and I told her I was sorry to arrive unannounced. 

She said it was no problem. She had been thinking about me the whole time. I told her the truth. I was with my wife and she was taking a nap. Beth didn't question me or berate me. We got undressed once more. This time Beth had me get on my back. She climbed over my cock and she took me in her mouth. Beth held my dick in her one hand as she bobbed up and down my cock. She was taking me right down to the root and then pulling up and licking my crown with her tongue.

Damn if she didn't get me hard as could be. She pulled off and climbed over top of my erect dick.

"I know we don't have much time," she told me.

Just like that, Beth sunk down on my hardness. We just went crazy fucking each other. Beth would slide down onto my long prick and I would lift up and fill her pussy. I brought my hands up to her tits and I cupped each one. Beth was screaming as I pumped my rod deep into her belly. I only hoped no one heard us. Luckily, most people were out of their rooms at that time. 

It was perhaps more intense than the night before. We didn't have as much time as we would have liked. Beth seemed to be having these intense little orgasms. I could feel her muscles grasping at my cock and then letting go. 

"Please Jeff, cum in me again!"

I did exactly as Beth wanted. For some reason I seemed to have this store of male cream inside me. I blew my load into Beth. Just as I unloaded I pinched Beth's nipples hard. That seemed to push her over the edge. Her body shook as we shared our orgasms together. I hated to do this but I had to run off. This time I got her cell phone number. I said I would contact her when I was free to meet again. Otherwise we would meet in the evening.

I went back to our room. Elaine was still asleep thankfully. I sat down in one of the chairs and waited until Elaine woke up.

"How long was I out?" She asked.

A couple of hours I told her. It was soon dinner time so we went to have our meal. Our routine ended up being the same. Elaine liked to read before going to bed. I told her I felt full from our meal. I was going for another walk that evening. Elaine didn't blink an eye. I found Beth once more on the deck. We went back to her room. This time we talked. Beth wanted to know what we were going to do. The cruise was going to end in just a couple of days. Did I want more than some sex on a cruise ship.

I didn't quite know what to say. My marriage was still rocky as hell. Here was this beautiful woman who wanted more than just some sex on vacation. I told her to let me come up with a plan for the both of us. That seemed to satisfy Beth. Even though we had sex earlier, Beth wanted more. This time Beth got on all fours. She placed a pillow at her face.

"Jeff, put you cock in my ass." 

I didn't think we would ever do such a thing together. I rubbed my dick up and down her crack. Beth would push back on me. My hands went to her waist. I slowly pulled back and then fitted my cock head to her opening. It was slow going. Beth was so tight back there. I managed to get a few inches inside her bottom. Beth buried her face in the pillow. I pushed in the whole way and Beth let out this scream. Luckily you couldn't hear much.

I gave Beth the ass fucking she wanted. Her ass muscles were gripping me as I fed her cock. I pushed in and pulled out. We didn't go that long. I just couldn't hold out.

"Cum in my ass Jeff," Beth pleaded with me.

I did just as she asked. When the time came I seeded her bottom. I shot streams of cum into her ass channel. I could hear Beth whimpering as she squeezed my cock dry of cum. When I pulled out, Beth flipped over onto her back. She said that it had hurt but she wanted to experience anal sex for the first time with me. Once again I went back to Elaine. You could set a clock to my wife. She was asleep when I got back.

Two more days passed. It was more of the same. I met Beth at night and we fucked. The morning arrived when we would be back at port to head home. Beth begged me not to forget her. I said I wouldn't forget and that I would contact her as soon as I could. My wife and I left the ship and boarded our plane home. Finally, we were back at our house.

"How did you enjoy your vacation?" Elaine asked me.

"It was great," I told her.

"Did you enjoy your time with your new girlfriend?" she asked.

It was like someone punched me in the face. I stammered and didn't know how to answer.

"I smelled your girlfriend's perfume, Chanel, I think."

I told her I was sorry. It wasn't something I set out to do. It just wasn't working between us. Elaine didn't seem mad. Maybe just disappointed that it had to end this way between us. I said I would gather up some clothes and get myself a room. Elaine said she would see a divorce lawyer in the next week. We could share everything evenly. She didn't want a messy fight. I didn't either, I said.

I got my possessions and I got myself a room at a local motel. To be honest, I felt crushed. You never figure something like this would happen to you. Once I got into my room I called Beth.

"It's over between my wife and me," I said.

Beth couldn't believe the news. I told her that my wife figured out that I had cheated on our cruise week. There was no sense in pretending any longer.

"Do you still want me in your life?" I asked.

I thought she might tell me that it had been fun but all that was in the past. Instead, she said that I was welcome to move in with her and start a new life. I said it would take some weeks but I wanted to be with her. There was good and bad that happened next. I had to leave a good paying position that I had for almost fifteen years. I soon got the divorce papers. The reality had finally set in. 

It is now some months later. I am officially divorced and I now live with Beth. I have a job but it isn't a very good one. I am trying to find something that would use my skill set properly. I am doing okay financially after we split the money and we managed to sell our home. There was one thing I didn't know when I was with Beth on the cruise ship. She wasn't on any birth control.

I had fucked her bare the whole time and I lost count of how many loads of my baby seed I gave her. Beth missed her period and she tested herself. She is officially pregnant, says the doctor after the fact. I can tell you that Beth's sex drive is off the charts now. I can barely satisfy her these days. She wants cock all the time. I guess that is a good problem to have. All in all, it worked out for the best.



Cruise Ship Cruise



I woke up and stretched my arms over my head. Then I twisted a bit to get the kinks out of my back. More than that I couldn't seem to find the room to do. I did sit up just a bit to look around. All in all, a much more satisfactory cabin than the one I was sitting in only a few hours ago. This was a suite, and the other did not come with a black haired head on the pillow on my left nor a light brown one on my right. Sighing, I settled back and thought back to yesterday...

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," I scolded my friend Robert as we unpacked in the lower deck cabin we were assigned to by the purser's staff.

"Nina, come on...you said you would. Just try to have a good time," Robert replied.

I sighed, "Okay, I'll give it a whirl. But you know, as far as I can tell everyone on this cruise came two by two. Since I'm supposed to be your girlfriend I can hardly go looking for other companionship, can I?"

I can tell that needs explaining. Robert is my friend, a wonderful, good-looking guy who happens to be both gay and employed with one of our more stuffy banking corporations. Hardly a place for him to be out. So when he was invited on this cruise by the senior executives and told to bring the girl he had told them about, he needed to find one. Since I was off work and not doing anything, I became his girl. Well, it was a free cruise, there would be free food and drink and my social calendar wasn't crammed. I went.

The first night of the cruise was scheduled for a get-acquainted party followed by a formal dance in the ballroom later. The bank's officials had decided to hold their dinner separately, but also formal. Since my bank balance was as bare as my social life I had opted for a simple green, floor length dress with a high waist that did accentuate my long legs. Since I am 5'9" I decided to wear strappy sandals with only a one inch heel. With my hair fixed and a light application of makeup I was ready.

Three hours latter I decided I had been overoptimistic. I had not been ready for an evening of good food accompanied by long boring conversations and speeches punctuated by bad jokes. The only saving grace came from the fact that all the elderly executives and their spouses were too worn out from all their self congratulations to go to the ballroom. I was just waking up from a nap, it seemed, as they all rose and left. NOW I was ready.

Any law against a girl having a wrong opinion? Only a few minutes into our time in the ballroom, Robert excused himself. Apparently he had already made a connection with someone on the ship's crew. He told me that with any luck he would not be spending the night at our cabin. Since he is my friend I wished him good luck. Since he was also responsible for leaving me on the high seas all dressed up and alone, I hoped that sometime during the night he would fall overboard. I moodily drank my second cocktail of the evening and looked around. Surely my luck would HAVE to change sometime.

And then it did. A woman came through the door to the ballroom. She stood there for a moment, letting her eyes adjust, then walked to the bar. As she ordered a drink she looked around the ballroom, allowing me to look her over. She was older than my 38 years, probably late forties or early fifties. She had a runners stride and bounce and was dressed to the nines indeed. She had on a long, dark red skirt and matching jacket over a white blouse. From the slit in the side of the skirt I could see dark stockings over some fine looking legs and a pair of black heels. She had very light brown hair over her shoulders. I waited to see if someone else was coming in with her. After all, it was not a singles cruise.

Someone else did. This time it was a woman about my own age. She was much more slender than the older woman. I had already swallowed hard at the first woman's entrance and now I found myself doing it again. Black hair framing a face that was not beautiful, but so striking. Her hair matched her backless black gown held up by a choker collar. Her lipstick was lighter than the deeper red shade the older women wore. As she walked to the bar I looked for someone trailing behind her. She seemed to be alone also.

When the bartender served the younger women she seem to make some off hand remark, almost to the empty air. She turned as the older woman made some reply. The two of the exchanged a few words and a smile. Darn my luck, I thought. Finally someone else alone comes in and she immediately meets the only other woman by herself, other than me. I could not hear the words they were exchanging but their body language seemed to indicate that they were just meeting for the first time. I turned more toward them and strained my ears trying to pick up their conversation.

Then they both turned to look around the room. Of course the older one looked right at me as I was trying to eavesdrop. I flushed, completely embarrassed and turned my head. "Oh great Nina," I thought, "Busted big time." Trying to maintain any semblance at all of self assurance I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard a soft voice. "Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?"

My head snapped around. The older woman was standing with her hand on the chair next to mine. The younger woman in black was right behind her moving to the chair on the left. The older one had a very pleasant smile on her face. I was drawn to its warmth, as well as the green eyes above it.

"Please sit down," I managed to stammer. They both seated themselves immediately. I watched them both, noting to myself that the younger woman's eyes had watched the slit of the older woman's skirt where it was giving a glimpse of her stocking legs a bit above the knees. I had followed her gaze and enjoyed the view myself. I also caught a flash of something familiar in the way the younger woman had quickly appraised both of us.

"I'm Jane," the younger woman offered with a smile.

Although I was sure it was a sad joke that she had heard way too often, I asked anyway, "And Tarzan?"

"No Tarzan," she laughed.

I laughed with her, as did the older woman.

"I'm Samantha, call me Sam," offered the older woman. "My Tarzan, who thinks he's 20 instead of 50 sometimes, wrecked his patrol car last week and is in traction. He insisted I come on this cruise. He said we had paid for it and I deserved it and should just have twice as much fun to make up for him." I enjoyed her soft accent. While Jane was British, Sam was apparently from one of the southern US states. "How about you?" asked Sam further, touching my arm with her fingertips. "Name and Tarzan status, please!"

"I'm Nina," I said. That was the easy part. I mentally shrugged. Well, nothing ventured, "No Tarzan." I paused and took a deep breath. "You see I'm gay." I waited for the reaction.

"I see," said Sam, who smiled and never moved her hand. 

"Okay," smiled Jane. "Well I'd like to propose a toast. To the three oddballs out."

I was surprised but very pleased with their relaxed acceptance of my statement. Jane, although I might have been imagining it, seemed to have a bit of a twinkle in her eyes. Sam was simply smiling calmly and squeezed my arm briefly before picking up her drink. I smiled shyly at both of them and then we all laughed and said together "To the three oddballs!"

Over the next hour we had several more drinks and proceeded to become friends. I explained about Robert. We talked all about our jobs and places we had been and would like to go. Sam showed pictures and told stories of her husband and grown children. Jane told about breaking up with her last boyfriend and I, hesitantly at first, mentioned the failure of my last relationship. I was really moved by their sympathy to it. I had already noticed that Jane seemed to be looking with more and more interest at me; and at Sam too. While I had pretty much decided that Sam was the obvious straight woman in our trio, I thought she was very attractive and thought it was nice how open and understanding she was.

During our get acquainted session the ships orchestra had been playing dance music, mostly older songs of course, but nice background for our chat. Couples had been dancing by our table on the edge of the floor. The band had taken one break and had just begun another set when we lapsed into comfortable silence for a moment. The slow song the band had just begun was an old favorite that I began to hum, moving my head a bit to the music. I think that was what gave Jane her idea.

"Nina," she said, with a devilish hint in her eyes "Dance with me."

I was stunned. Not that the idea didn't appeal to me. Jane appealed to me. I looked at Jane, then at Sam and gestured around the room full of people.

"Jane, are you kidding me? Look at this crowd. They'll probably tar and feather us. Tell her Samantha!"

My request for help from Sam got a surprise answer. "Oh, go ahead Nina. They've all been looking at us sideways for the last two hours already. Have some fun. It won't change their opinion, and frankly I'm not worried about it anyway."

With that Jane pushed her chair back, rose and walked over to me. She slid my chair back, offered me her hand and we took the half dozen steps to the polished wood floor. Slipping our arms around each other we began to move to the music. At first we held each other almost at arms length, but then as the soft rhythm of the music took over we moved closer and closer until we were completely engulfed in each other. If there were any comments from the other people I didn't hear them. Jane's body felt so incredibly right against mine. We moved slowly, our hands stroking each others' backs, our bodies becoming as one. As we felt the heat rise between us I stared into Jane's eyes. We were almost at a standstill although our bodies still swayed together as one. Jane slowly brought her face closer, her lips approaching mine, our eyes locked. Then, as suddenly as the breaking of a spell, the music stopped. Startled, we parted.

Almost blushing we returned to the table. Still, we continued to hold hands as we came to our table. I smiled as I saw that Sam had pushed two chairs close together and moved our drinks to those places. We sat down. I saw that she had had our drinks freshened. She had relaxed back in her chair and swung her feet up onto the fourth chair where they rested with her ankles crossed. I noticed once again that she still had very attractive legs. 

"Alright you two," Sam asked with mock seriousness, "Why no kiss? Couldn't you hear me urging you on?"

"How about you?," Jane shot back. "Didn't I see a very nice looking guy standing over here before we even got to the dance floor? What was all that about?"

Sam laughed, "I do have to admit it was very flattering to have a good looking Tarzan try to pick me up. But I already have all the guy I'll ever want. So even though it was quite good for my ego, I told him no thanks." With that Sam swung her legs back to the floor and gathered up her purse and her drink. I realized her next remark would probably have to do with being a third wheel and she was getting ready to go. I didn't want her to do that and spoke almost without thinking.

"Sam, tell me something." She looked at me with a questioning smile and waited. I took a deep breath and blurted out the rest of my thought, "Is it only a Tarzan that you find attractive? Or might you find another woman attractive too?"

For a moment there was no reaction, no sound at all at our table, as though all three of us were holding our breath collectively. Then Sam blushed and whispered, "No, its not just Tarzans that I find attractive." She looked quickly at Jane and then right into my eyes "I was attracted to you, to both of you, as soon as I saw you."

I smiled and touched her hand with my free hand. She swallowed and then wrapped her fingers around mine. She shook her hair back and smiled at both of us.

"Well then," I said recklessly. "I think you better dance with me then Sam."

Her face lit up "Lets go then woman," as she began to laugh.

For the next hour the three of us danced. We danced slow dances and fast dances we took turns dancing with each other and all three of us danced at the same time together. Jane bought two bottles of wine and we went through them both. Finally, as the band announced the last set, Jane told us it was time for a nightcap in her cabin.

The three of us moved unsteadily down the hallway to the lift. The more we found each other leaning on and supporting and guiding each other the more we began to laugh and carry on. And the more we needed to help each other down the hall the more a light touch on an arm became a firm hold. Fortunately the lift door was open and we were the only ones using it. As soon as the doors closed Jane put her arm around Sam's waist and kissed her. Returning the kiss, Sam reached out almost blindly and caught me with her hand and drew me in. Then we were holding each other, our lips meeting in a three way kiss, our arms tightly holding us together.

It could have only been a few moments but it seemed we were locked together for an hour before the lift pinged and the doors opened. Jane led the way in a mad dash down the hall. Sam caught her heel in a chink of the decking. Pulling her foot free she scooped up her shoe and hopped down the hall after us trying to take the other one off. When she succeeded, she put on a burst of speed and caught us as Jane opened the door to her cabin and ushered us in.

"Wow," I exclaimed. Cabin was hardly the word. This was a suite. 

"Yes, well the company I work for is paying for it," Jane commented. Snagging another bottle of wine from a cooler she turned, winked and crooked her finger as she backed through one of the doors.

Following her in the first thing that caught my eye was the huge bed. I could not resist. I ran and leaped on it, rolling and laughing. Then I sat on the edge, my dress in disarray and started taking off my sandals. Looking at the others, I saw Sam hesitate, then take a deep breath and walk to the dresser. Placing her purse on it she took the rings off her left hand and carefully placed them inside. Turning around she casually dropped her jacket on a chair and walked to Jane.

Jane extended her arms and Sam stepped into them. As their lips met in a deep kiss, Sam reached around Jane's neck and undid the top of her dress. As the choker top opened, it immediately fell between them exposing Jane's lovely breasts. About a 36C, they were just a bit smaller them mine with large brown aureole and stiff nipples. As Sam continued to kiss Jane she slid her hands down over Jane's breasts, pausing for only a moment to stroke the nipples. Then her hands fell further down to Jane's hips. Sam slipped to her knees as she drew Jane's dress all the way off and helped her step out of it. Planting a single kiss directly on the front of Jane's panties, Sam stood up, and when she did her skirt remained on the floor.

Jane reached behind Sam and undid the buttons on her blouse and pulled it down over her arms. As Sam began to cup and finger Jane's breasts again, Jane unhooked the front of Sam's black, lacey bra; letting her breasts free. They were smaller than Jane's, about 34B, with pink nipples that immediately sprang erect as Jane took them in her fingers and began to roll and lightly pinch them. A moan came from Sam and she tightened her own hands on Jane.

As I sat on the bed I looked at the contrast between them. Both about the same height, Jane was more athletic looking, her curves complimented by a tight stomach and long slender legs. Sam was more rounded, with heavier, softer curves. Her smaller breasts sagged just a bit while Jane's stood firmly. Both women wore dark thigh high stockings attached to black garter belts and topped with black panties.

Just as I was beginning to feel like the fifth wheel Samantha turned and walked straight to me. Taking my hands she drew me to my feet. With one long look into my eyes she began to kiss me. I felt her tongue slip from between her dark red lips and trace my lips. My mouth opened to admit her and she began to hungrily explore my mouth. At the same time her hands reached behind me, rubbing my back and then sliding the zipper down on my dress. I felt myself respond immediately to her demanding attentions. My dress was gone, then my bra. Sam plunged her hands inside my pantyhose to cup my cheeks and rubbed her breasts against my larger ones.

"Me too" announced Jane as she suddenly wrapped her arms against both of us, sending us all three crashing to the bed in a lovely tangle of limbs and bodies. Somewhere in the laughter and confusion my pantyhose were stripped off as well as the other two women's panties. By the time things settled down I found myself flat on my back with Sam laying on my left leg. Her right hand had settled onto my breast and her left one had slid under me.

One set of Sam's fingers teased my nipple and the other set gently touched my bottom. I suddenly stiffened and gasped as I saw her head dip between my outspread legs and felt her warm breath blow across me. Her tongue stroked all over my wet puffy lips then slipped into me. Slowly she began to lick me up and down, settling deeper and deeper into me. I was already soaking wet there and her eager ministrations made my hips begin to move in rhythm to her movements.

Then I felt her body tense and a moan escape her lips where they had settled on my pussy. Opening my eyes I realized the cause of that was Jane. She had one of Sam's legs lifted in the air and her face was now buried deep into the older woman's mature slit. Every move by Jane seem to produce a reaction by Sam, to my intense delight.

Jane's body was parallel to mine and farther up the bed. Her free hand reached for mine without looking and brought it to her own needy wetness. Without thought I spread her lips and plunged two fingers deep into her. Her own hand then moved to her left breast where she began to knead and pinch her own nipple.

It was heavenly. Every movement of my fingers into Jane produced not only moans but also a corresponding effort by her mouth to Sam's pussy. And of course that made Sam's licking and touching of me even more intense. 

I began to roll my head from side to side as I felt myself began to build towards my release. My thumb found its way to the top of Jane's dripping wet slit and touched her already unhooded clit. The very first caress produced a muffled cry from Jane and her hips began to move against my hand. Faster and faster I moved my fingers in her and rubbed her erect nub. Jane's face seemed to disappear into Sam. Whatever Jane was doing seemed to drive Sam completely over the edge. She moved to my clitoris and began to lick and suck it. Her one hand squeezed my breast and tugged my nipple. The other traced down between my cheeks to my rosebud, already wet with the overflow from where she was eating me. My hips were beginning to buck against the pressure of her tongue. I knew it. I knew what she was about to do.

Then Sam did it. As I felt Jane's internal muscles clamp tight around my fingers. Sam's long slender forefinger slid deep into my ass. Impaled by it at one opening and her tongue at the other I all but screamed as my orgasm crashed over me like a giant wave. Jane arched against me with a wail of her own. Finally I felt Sam's head tip back and a long cry of pleasure escape from her.

I thought my aftershocks would never end. Again and again I spasmed. Oh it felt so incredible. Somehow we all untangled and curled up together. Gentle but firm kisses were exchanged and I thrilled to taste myself on Sam's lips. We settled down, satiated for the moment, and I gave a soft sigh to be cuddled with a lovely woman on each side...

Glancing again at each of the women sleeping beside me I was tempted to start the touching and kissing that I was sure would lead to a repeat of last night. Feeling a delicious tiredness settle back on me, I snuggled under the covers and back to my two lovers. After all, there were still five days left on the cruise. I yawned and drifted back to sleep.




Cruise Ship Cruise: Back Aboard



(While this is a follow up story to my story "Cruise Ship Cruise", its not really necessary to have read that one first.)

The deep sound of the ship's whistle drowned out the band playing on the dockside. As the sound died away Samantha laughed out loud. How appropriate for the band to be playing the theme song from that old TV show. She found herself quickening her pace just a little. Perhaps her children were right. Maybe she could find love again, "exciting and new."

She checked with the purser's crew and got her cabin assignment. She decided not to go down to it right away. She was assured her luggage would be delivered. Therefore, she thought she would stroll around the ship and then go to the railing for the departure.

The ship seemed the same to her as it had five years ago. The crew bustled about their duties but were still warm and friendly. She made her way to the side as the whistle sounded loudly again, signaling their departure. She tossed the streamer ribbons she had been given at check-in. 

The ship pulled away from the dock and started down the channel. Sam smiled and turned to head down to her cabin to unpack. She took two steps, still looking back, and bumped into another woman.

"Oh my gosh, excuse me!" Sam blurted out.

"Oh no," exclaimed the other woman. "I wasn't watching where I was going."

"Neither was I," replied Sam. She laughed. "No harm. I'm Sam."

"Marilyn," the other woman said.

"Okay, then. Nice to have met you." Sam smiled and headed into the ship, this time looking where she was going.

Marilyn's eyes rested for just a moment on the woman she had accidentally collided with. It was nice to see another woman in her own middle-age bracket, especially one that seemed to be alone. She sighed. The next time her company announced a sales contest she was going to insist the winner get a choice of prizes. Somehow the whole idea had seemed really fantastic back in the middle of a Wisconsin winter; an all-expenses paid week in the sun, but now all of a sudden she wished she was home. If it hadn't been for her older daughter...

"Oh for goodness sake, Mom," Lisa had scolded her. "Take the vacation, you've earned it. Go have fun. I know you, if you stay around here, you'll end up working at home. Go lay in the sun, drink tropical drinks and get a tan."

Marilyn wasn't to discover just how sneaky her daughters were until she unpacked her bags later. She had carefully packed her laptop and some unfinished projects. They had just as carefully replaced everything work related with suntan lotion and swimsuits.

She found her way down to her cabin. It had been a strenuous day, flying all the way from her Midwestern home to the California port. She decided to take a short nap and then sort out her things when she felt more awake. She kicked off her shoes and stretched out on the bed. In no more than 5 minutes she was asleep.

"That's what happens when you don't set the clock," Marilyn scolded herself. She had woken to find she had about 30 minutes to make it to the first supper onboard and meet her tablemates. She had barely had time to dress casually, fix her makeup and get moving. She enjoyed making an entrance as much as anyone else did but it would probably lose any impact if she showed up late to every meal.

She had memorized where her table was and made her way through the dining room. She saw a waiter approaching it and hurried to the one open seat. Sitting hastily she glanced at the menu laying there. She paid no attention to the others at the table until she heard a laughing Southern voice call out "Not looking again?"

Samantha had reached the table early and was looking over the guys there when suddenly the woman she had bumped into at the railing this morning came rushing up. Sam looked at her and smiled as she dove into her menu. Sitting a bit to the side Sam was able to study her. A very attractive woman, she seemed to be maybe just a hair younger than Sam herself, probably in her late forties. She had light brown hair and eyes. Sam thought to herself, rather ruefully, that the other woman was quite gifted in the bust department. She saw all the males at the table had discovered that fact also.

Still and all, though, the woman had a face that was lovely without being model gorgeous. She was obviously alone too as she had taken the one vacant chair at the table. On an impulse, Sam spoke to her. 

For a moment Marilyn thought the other woman was mocking her. Then common sense, and the warm look in the other woman's eyes, dispelled that notion. Marilyn thought she really liked those eyes. They were deep and dark, but with a merry dancing light in them that invited her to share the joke. She felt a smile steal across her face. She started to reply but was cut off as a middle-aged man sitting on her right suddenly boomed, "Well, let's all introduce ourselves, shall we?"

Marilyn groaned to herself. Oh, great. In another ten minutes they'd be playing charades or something like that. Why did there always have to be some self-important person who took charge, whether there was any need for him to do that or not? They had nearly a week to get to know each other. She switched her mind into neutral, picking up the names of the guy and his wife, but not much more. She did bring her attention back on line when the brunette, Sam she thought she had said before, across the table spoke. 

"Hi. I'm Samantha, called Sam by everyone, except my children I guess. Since we're capsulizing our lives, I'm 54 years old. I have 3 grown sons and four grandchildren, two boys and two girls. I'm a widow." She paused for an instant. "I lost my husband Donnie to a heart attack 3 years ago. My children chipped in and brought me this cruise. I'm supposed to be checking any and all of you single guys out, according to them anyway."

The next person spoke while Marilyn considered what Samantha had said. "Checking the single guys out." That sounded like perhaps she was recovered somewhat from her loss. Looking at her, Marilyn thought it probably had not been easy. For a moment she had seen the shadow in Sam's eyes.

There was silence and she realized that the heads had turned towards her. "What do I say?" she thought to herself. "Do I say I'm 48 years old, that I have two grown daughters and a grandson? Do I say that after 23 years of marriage, my ex-husband and I realized we were complete strangers and that we thought we each deserved a chance at happiness again? Do I say that was 5 years ago and I feel more free and contented than I have in a decade? Oh, and do I tell them that I'm gay?"

The thoughts poured through her mind. She opened her mouth and said them all. All of them except the very last. That thought dangled on the tip of her tongue but she swallowed it back. She watched the reactions of the people at the table. Most were the mechanical nods and smiles that she had probably been giving herself. She did notice a genuine smile from Samantha. She looked the other woman full in the face for just a moment and saw understanding and sympathy in the other woman's eyes.

Marilyn listened, without hearing, the introductions of the other people at the table. Instead her mind filled a whirl of random thoughts that settled on two things. The first was the laughing face of the woman across the table. The second was a recollection of the night that had changed her life four years ago.

That night she had been, again, in a smokey nightclub. She didn't know what she was looking for or how she would recognize it if she ever found it. She had danced with a couple of guys, mechanically, refusing offers of follow-up drinks and talk. She had withdrawn into one corner and let her mind focus on the band.

It was an unusual band. The backup singers and instrumentalists appeared to be five young people, some of whom struck her as too young to be in a place that served alcohol. The lead singer, on the other hand, was an attractive older blonde woman with a wonderful voice. Somehow she seemed to make the rather banal songs come alive. Marilyn caught herself smiling and keeping time to the music.

During one pause, a waitress had delivered her a drink. 

"I didn't order this," she had protested.

"Compliments of the lady," the waitress had nodded towards the stage and the woman up there confirmed the statement with a nod and a lovely smile.

Intrigued, Marilyn remained at the club until closing. After the last set, the band members, under the direction of a fussy middle-aged man put their equipment up. He then sheparded them out a side door. She didn't see the blonde woman, who had slipped out right after the last number. She stood up.

"Not going are you?" 

Marilyn looked to see the woman standing by the table. "Oh, I didn't see you." 

The blonde woman laughed. "I didn't mean to sneak up on you. I'm Connie."

The two women bonded instantly. Marilyn discovered that Connie was a widow who had turned the musical talents of her family into a traveling band. For once they were in one place for more than a single night. Usually they simply loaded their converted school bus up after the show and went on to their next booking. Marilyn talked and Connie talked. When the club manager told them they were closing up both women sighed.

"I hate to see the evening end." Connie remarked. She got a gleam in her eyes. "I know," she said, ushering Marilyn towards the door. "For once, we have enough hotel rooms that I don't have to share." She removed a bottle of wine from the cooler near the door. At Marilyn's look she laughed. "I'm not stealing this. The club owner offered it but I figured I wouldn't be taking it as I don't drink alone or in front of my kids."

By the time they had worked their way through most of their life stories they had also finished the bottle of wine. Both quite tipsy, Marilyn made no demure when Connie insisted she spend the night. Giggling like two teenagers conducting a sleepover, they had each undressed and put on one of Connie's extra-large t-shirts she kept for sleeping.

As they snuggled down into the bed, without even really thinking Marilyn had leaned over, said "Goodnight" and kissed Connie. That simple kiss seemed to last forever as Connie kissed her back. Then the kiss turned open-mouth. The hands that had been by their sides were now touching each other; running up and down arms, over backs, and then gingerly brushing each other's stomachs and breasts.

The kiss continued to deepen. Connie pulled frantically at Marilyn's shirt, and she responded by lifting the other woman's over her head. The kiss that had been broken for that needed instant resumed and the two women fell back to the bed, locked in each others arms. Connie kissed over Marilyn's face and down her neck and took a full heavy breast in her mouth.

The sensation of another woman's mouth on her breast was incredible. Marilyn had swept her hands down Connie's back and over the firm ass. She ran her fingers over the cheeks and tentatively let one finger trace its way down the cleft. Her nail scratched lightly over Connie's rosebud and the other woman let out a cry, muffled by Marilyn's breast.

Connie wiggled one hand between them cupped Marilyn's mound. She pressed the heel of her hand against the top of the slit. Parting Marilyn's lips, she slipped her middle finger into the other woman's wet sex.

Marilyn gasped at the feel of Connie's finger in her. With one heave she rolled both of them onto their sides, facing each other and pulled Connie's mouth back to her. The blonde woman responded by adding her index finger inside Marilyn. Marilyn's knee pushed Connie's legs apart and her fingers drove through the curls to finger the wet pussy there. Marilyn matched Connie's every movement, using her thumb to massage the singer's clit.

Each woman wordlessly urged the other on. Free hands found nipples and stroked them to quivering hardness. Squishing sounds filled the hotel room as they each fingered the other. Connie broke the kiss to bury her head against Marilyn's shoulder. The brunette felt the other woman tense and her muscles squeezed Marilyn's fingers. Even as Connie's first spasm shook the both of them, Marilyn felt her own body quiver and she screamed her release into the pillow.

When they had calmed down, still in each other's arms, Marilyn had looked at the other woman. 

"I never did that before," she admitted.

"Neither have I," responded the blonde singer. "But it won't be the last time." 

Marilyn shook herself. The introductions were apparently over and the food was being served. She looked around the table. Samantha was regarding her with a half-smile that indicated she knew the other woman had been daydreaming. She winked and Marilyn thought to herself, "If you only knew."

After supper things got worse. A band started and couples began dancing. Samantha had a steady stream of men asking her to dance and she seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself out on the floor. Marilyn accepted a couple of offers but insisted on coming right back to the table after the music ended. What she really wanted to do was talk to Samantha. Although it seemed like there was no question the other woman was straight, Marilyn still thought it would be nice to get to know her.

Finally having had enough, she gathered her things when everyone was away from the table and left.

Samantha had just come back from her latest whirl on the floor when she saw Marilyn disappearing through the double doors. That was a shame she thought. Of all the people at the table, the few words she had managed to exchange with her showed a sharp wit that should have made her even more attractive to the guys at the table, or in the whole room for that matter. But she had noticed the Northern woman was not enjoying herself. Determined to find out why, Sam smiled around the table and went after her.

Marilyn reached the deck and took a deep breath. Well, at least she could get oxygen here. She heard the doors bang again behind her but didn't look around.

"Marilyn?" Sam's soft voice came from behind her. "Why did you leave?"

"I'm sorry Samantha, I just didn't feel like it tonight."

"Well I understand that. None of those guys is capable of dancing on the floor. They all apparently require their partner's feet be under theirs." Samantha made a face and Marilyn couldn't help but laugh. Something about the outgoing southern woman charmed her. "And I suppose they've all accomplished a lot. If accomplishing things means making money that is. I always thought there was more to life than that."

While Sam talked she took Marilyn by the elbow and steered her around the deck. They fell into a slow walk and strolled around the deck together. They learned more about each other and began to gossip about their tablemates. By the time they had finished a tour around the ship they were fast friends. Marilyn agreed at once to Sam's suggestion they spend some time at the pool tomorrow and maybe get in some exercise at the gym. When they parted Marilyn watched Sam, enjoying the still athletic movements of her body, until the other woman was out of sight.

For her part, Sam thought she had made a splendid friend and was already looking forward to tomorrow. There was something else there though, Sam considered. She couldn't put her finger on it but there was something almost mysterious about Marilyn. And that was appealing. Sam loved a good mystery.

The following days were delightful, but at the same time almost agonizing to Marilyn. She and Sam spent most of their waking hours together. The very first thing they had done was to rearange their seating so they would be together at meals. They swam and worked out together. They discovered a mutual like of tennis and played each day. Marilyn loved Sam's still long and shapely legs. When they went ashore together at the two ports of call, Sam was always bouncing ahead in her shorts and sandals, topped by whatever bright t-shirt she had chosen for the day. 

They talked all the time. Much of Sam's running commentary was on all the different guys they met; their good points, their bad points and even in Sam's judgment what they might be like it bed. Marilyn went along with the discussion. She longed to tell Sam that the one person on ship that she wanted to be in bed with was her. She just couldn't bring herself to do it. What if it ruined their friendship?

One thing had happened that made her wonder if just possibly Sam might have some interest in her. The two of them had been stretched out together in a couple of lounge chairs by the pool. Sam had been peering over the top of her sunglasses, checking out the guys in the pool. Marilyn had been watching her in amusement, enjoying her company and her soft southern voice. They had each reached down at the same time for the drinks they had between their chairs. As they both felt around without looking their fingers had touched. Marilyn felt a thrill at the touch, a thrill even more intensified because it seemed Sam was in no hurry to pull her hand away. For a few extra moments Marilyn savored the feel of Sam's fingers on hers.

It was little enough, even added to the feeling that she thought she had seen Samantha several times doing her "check 'em out" when there didn't seem to be anyone but females around. Once when she turned around, Marilyn was absolutely sure, maybe, that Sam had been looking at her legs. But overall, the friendly companionship the two of them had was enough to keep her close, and hoping.

The next to the last night almost killed her hopes. They had gone for a run ashore late in the afternoon. When they stopped to get a bite they had run into two of their male acquaintances at the restaurant. Marilyn was not any kind of man-hater and actually enjoyed the evening the four of them spent at a local festival and street dance. 

Pleasantly buzzing from the drinks she had consumed, Marilyn bade a good night to the other three and had gone down to her cabin. It occurred to her that a nightcap with Sam would be a splendid idea. She had previously found out that Sam preferred Scotch. She stopped in the bar and bought a drink for each of them. 

When she came around the deck corner to go to Sam's cabin, she had stopped suddenly and shrunk back around the corner. Sam was at her cabin door, kissing one of the men they had been with that evening. Sam fumbled behind her, opened the door and with a smile pulled the man inside. The door lock clicked after them.

Marilyn walked slowly back to her cabin. She was crazy, wasn't she? Samantha was straight and they were never going to be anything but friends.

The next morning when Sam joined her for breakfast the conversation was very subdued.

"How was the rest of your night?" Marilyn managed to ask at one point.

"Not what I expected," Sam answered her, rather cryptically. Marilyn shot a glance at her friend, who seemed to have a look that was both troubled and uncertain.

The last night was the fancy dress dance. Sam pulled her formal gown from its protective bag and hung it up. She had already slipped into her lingerie. She still hadn't seen any guy who gave her the tingles, but dressed in case she did. She wore a black lace strapless bra and matching panties. She had originally decided to go with stockings but suddenly changed her mind and dug through her luggage. She wiggled into her black garter belt and carefully put on a pair of silk stockings. Smoothing them over her legs, she took her dress and donned it. A full, flowing skirt was complimented by a form fitting top that left one shoulder bare. Carrying her heels, she walked down one flight of stairs and knocked on Marilyn's cabin.

Marilyn had been shifting from one foot to the other, examining herself in the mirror. Her dress was a deep coral color. Patterned after a Chinese cheongsam, it was sleeveless, tight in all the right places and with a slit up the left side almost to the top of her thigh. She was wearing sheer pantyhose and had already donned her matching heels. She knew the knock was from Sam and took a deep breath.




Cruise Ship Cruise: Back Aboard



When Marilyn opened the door Sam took a sharp deep breath. "Wow," she said approvingly.

"Wow yourself," Marilyn responded, drinking in the figure of her friend. "Hey, what's with the heels in your hand?"

Sam laughed. "Not to admit age or anything, but its going to be a long night and after a while the darn things hurt my feet." She dropped them on the floor and stepped into each. Offering her arm to her friend, she winked and said "If we aren't the two best looking woman around I don't know you is. Let's go make some jaws drop."

They strolled down the hallway and ascended up to the ballroom. Sam thought to herself that she hadn't met a single guy that matched up to her expectations. "You are a pretty hard act to follow Donnie," she thought. Still, the whole cruise had been made worthwhile by her becoming friends with Marilyn. They had exchanged phone numbers, addresses, emails and even directions to each others homes.

Tonight the music was wonderful, the drinks cold and the food delicious. Sam was whirled around the dance floor continuously. She declined to repeat partners, returning to the table they sat at between each number. 

Although she should have been having the most splendid time, Sam found the evening somehow flat. The dampener was that after only a couple of dances Marilyn had fixed herself in her chair. Her friend was refusing conversation. refusing dances, generally refusing to socialize at all. 

"What is wrong?" Sam fretted to herself. "She's beautiful". Noting the shapely leg peeking through the slit of her dress, Sam added 'sexy and alluring' to the description.

Smiling at her current partner as the music ended, Sam thanked him and headed back to spend some time with Marilyn. As she approached the table where Marilyn was sitting by herself, Sam was horrified to realize her friend was crying.

"Marilyn!" Sam rushed to kneel next to her friend and took her hands "What in the world is it?" 

"Oh for goodness sake, Samantha, can't you tell?" At Sam's negative headshake, Marilyn tightened her grip on Sam's hands. "Its YOU." Sam looked stunned.

"Me? What have I done?"

"Its not what you did Sam. Its what I did." She looked into Sam's confused eyes. "Sam... Samantha, I'm gay. I've been attracted to you since the first night. The more time we've spent together the stronger the attraction has been. I certainly don't blame you for that, or for your interest in the guys here. To tell you that I'm jealous when I see you on the dance floor would really be silly. But it hurts when you fall in love with someone that can't return it." Marilyn brushed her eyes. "I'm so sorry Sam. I didn't want to put you on the spot like that." She fumbled for her pocketbook and all but ran from the room.

Samantha sat in her chair and watched Marilyn leave the room. Her mind was in a whirl. Had she been missing, or just ignoring the signs that her friend had been passing. Good lord, had she been picking up on Marilyn's attraction to her and using it?

No, she hadn't, she decided. She just never had expected lightning to strike like this twice. Now that she realized that it had, it was time to acknowledge it and see where it led. Because she knew that she was attracted to Marilyn, just as surely as she had been attracted to those two women five years before.

Samantha made her excuses to the rest of the dinner table, pleading a slight headache. She gathered up her purse and left the ballroom. Rather than go to her cabin though, she instinctively made her way aft. As she exited onto the promenade she saw Marilyn at the railing, looking out at the ocean. She walked up beside her. Looking out at the ship's wake she said, "Its beautiful, isn't it?"

Marilyn tightened her grip on the railing. Did Sam realize just how powerful the feelings that came over her whenever the other woman was close? She had told her, but did Sam understand? Forcing herself to remain calm she answered, "Yes it is. The moonlight dancing over the waves. It's lovely."

"That's not what I was talking about." Marilyn turned as Samantha continued, looking directly at her now. "The moonlight is lovely because its shining on you."

Marilyn was stunned. Did Sam mean what she was reading into her words? "I didn't know," she began. "I didn't know you were... I mean, I thought you were straight." Realizing that sounded inane, Marilyn rallied. "I did not have any idea that you could feel interested in me that way Samantha. I thought you were looking only for a guy."

Sam put her hand on top of Marilyn's. "I have a confession to make. When I took this cruise five years ago I felt like it was going to be very lonely. I met a couple of nice younger women, Jane and Nina. They were quite attracted to each other, and I thought it was splendid. Then, to my surprise, Nina asked me if I was attracted to her. To my complete surprise, I found I was and I told her that. She and Jane and I," Sam colored almost as red as the other woman's dress as Marilyn looked at her with astonishment, " We, the three of us that is," she broke off again.

Marilyn tried not to laugh, knowing that it could ruin the moment, indeed ruin everything. She laced fingers with Sam. "Samantha, are you trying to tell you had a lesbian affair with two other women?"

Sam could not blush deeper than she already was. She jerked her head up and down. "All five days," she whispered. She looked at Marilyn. "I won't say that had never happened before. Being with another woman, I mean. But it had been years and I just couldn't understand it. I was married for heaven's sake, Marilyn. And happily married too, not some woman running around trying to fill the void left by an uncaring or indifferent husband."

"After that cruise I found myself looking at other women, a lot. I wasn't really tempted, I just enjoyed it. The sex with Donnie was as good as it had been. I didn't suddenly not care for him or for being intimate with him. I was just aware more of other women and how attracted I was to them."

Sam stopped for a moment. "About last night. I spent it with Edward. I think somehow you know that." Marilyn nodded, unable to speak. "It was fun, but also rather unsettling. While I enjoyed myself, I found that twice during the sex," She paused and drew a breath, "twice during the sex I found I was thinking about you." 

The two women stood and looked at each other. No further words were spoken. The undercurrent of feelings between the two of them spoke all that was needed.

With that moment of silence the two women looked at each other. The music of the band in the ballroom wafted through the evening air. Marilyn held her arms out to Sam.

"Dance with me Samantha?"

Sam came right into Marilyn's arms. They fit together, their height matching. Step by step, they moved around the deck. The light of the moon splashed over the two figures that slowly melted into one. Both women felt themselves moving in a dream world where no one existed except each other.

The music softened and stopped. Marilyn drew back just a little. Samantha's shining eyes met hers. Their lips followed. They kissed gently, carefully moving their lips against each other. Their heads moved as their lips slid over and under each other, making a caress of each fleeting touch. Their arms tightened. For just a moment Marilyn's lips parted and her tongue touched Sam's.

"Wow," said Sam softly as they parted, almost gasping for air.

"Wow, indeed," whispered Marilyn as she caressed Sam's cheek with her fingertips.

They found themselves holding hands, looking at each other with desire.

"My cabin's closer," breathed Sam.

They kept their fingers intertwined and their eyes fixed on each other. As much as they wanted to be in each other's arms, neither wanted to break the mood. They walked slowly, savoring the closeness of each other. Still, they found themselves at the door to Sam's cabin in what seemed like an instant. 

Sam unlocked the door. With an almost girlish giggle, she bowed and waved Marilyn in, then came in behind her. As Marilyn looked about the cabin she heard the door close behind them. She started to turn around but Sam's arms slipped around her waist and held her firmly. "Not yet," Sam whispered. "First, until I let you, you're mine."

In spite of Sam's aggressive words her actions were incredibly gentle and unhurried. Her hands slowly rubbed Marilyn's stomach in ever-widening circles. At the same time, Sam lightly trailed her lips over Marilyn's exposed shoulder and up the side of her neck. Tiny little bites and nibbles accompanied the kissing of each inch of skin.

Marilyn shivered at the touch of her new lover. A low moan broke from her lips as Sam's tongue traced over the outer shell of her ear. It swept inside to the porch and laved the sensitive area. Sam's breath caressed the wet ear, lightly blowing over it. For a too brief moment Sam caught the lobe in her teeth, tugging it down. Then her kisses swept to the back of Marilyn's neck.

Marilyn stood as still as she could. She felt Sam's teeth at the back of her neck. Then slowly Sam began to move down. Marilyn realized the other woman had taken the zipper of her dress in her teeth and was drawing it down. At the same time, Sam's hands were sliding up her body. From her stomach they brushed over the sides of her breasts and then to her shoulders. As Samantha bent further, her hands took the freed material of Marilyn's dress and pulled it down her unresisting arms.

Marilyn's dress fell to her hips. Samantha brought her hands back to Marilyn's breasts. She cuddled them, rubbing her hands over the silky material of her bra. She continued to kiss down Marilyn's back, teasing each bump of her spine. She curled a single finger over each breast, dragging the nail lightly along the white flesh spilling from the cups of Marilyn's bra.

Marilyn's head rolled back. All she could do was shake as Sam's fingers curved around her body. She felt the fingers on the catches of her bra. One by one they were released until her bra slid down her arms, freeing her full breasts. Sam continued to kiss down her back. Her hands slid down Marilyn's side, leaving goose bumps in their wake. Those hands carefully slid her dress over her hips and down her legs to her feet. Marilyn stepped out of her dress. Sam's invisible hands caught each foot as she stepped and slipped her heels off.

Slowly those same hands trailed back up Marilyn's legs. Already shivering in delicious anticipation she could not hold back a deep gasp as she felt Sam's lips brush over the sheer nylon of her pantyhose covered ass. Then she felt her new lover rise behind her and she turned, unable to stop herself.

Samantha stood before her, her arms widespread. Somehow she had managed to take her own dress off. It lay with Marilyn's over a chair. Black lace panties and a matching bra were scattered on the floor.

"I see you took your heels off," Marilyn commented as she took the two steps that brought Sam immediately before her. Her hands lifted to cup Sam's small breasts. They fit wonderfully in her hands, the hardening nipples touching her palms as her fingertips rested on Sam's chest. Sam responded by resting her hands on Marilyn's hips and beginning to rub them, her fingers reaching to stroke the swell of her ass.

"And a little bit more," Sam whispered, before their arms wrapped around each other again and their mouths met. This time the kiss was deep and hungry. Marilyn's full breasts crushed against Sam's. Erect nipples met. Sam's hands locked onto the back of Marilyn's shoulders and she responded by taking Sam's butt in hers, her fingers digging in so firmly Sam gasped.

The two women reeled to the bed together. The back of Sam's calves touched the mattress and she fell back onto the bed, pulling Marilyn with her. They rolled over and over together in a tangle of arms and legs. 

Sam regained the initiative. Squirming on top, she began to lick her way down her friend's body. Closing her mouth on Marilyn's left breast, she hungrily sucked the nipple and as much of the full 38D orb into her mouth as she could. Her right hand settled on the right breast, where she started stroking the stiffening nipple with her thumb. Her legs parted, straddling Marilyn and rubbing her silk covered legs against her lover's.

Marilyn reached between their bodies and managed to capture Sam's breasts again. This time her fingers took the long nipples they found and began to roll them. She felt Sam respond to her touch by moving her mouth to Marilyn's other breast and shaking her head as she drew the heavy breast into her warm mouth. 

Each movement by one woman triggered a response by the other. Sam raised herself slightly on her elbows. Lowering her hips she rocked her body. Her curly bush slid over Marilyn's, whose pantyhose was now so wet from her arousal as to be transparent. Sam's grinding of her hips pushed the material against both of them, scratching them intimately and rousing their passions to the breaking point.

Marilyn arched under Sam, her head back and a cry breaking from her throat. As though they had a mind of their own her fingers tightened onto Sam's nipples. They pinched and pulled them. Sam responded by taking Marilyn's nipple in her teeth and shaking her head wildly. Marilyn thrust up with to meet Sam as the other woman's pussy gyrated in wild circles against her. As Sam bit her nipple Marilyn came with a blinding rush and the violence of her orgasm pulled Sam with her.

For sixty thudding heartbeats the women held their position, their eyes meeting as Sam lifted her head. In an unspoken understanding Marilyn rolled Sam over and turned her body around. She pushed Sam's legs wide, her hands holding the ankles and dropped her head to Sam's swollen lips. Her tongue worked rapidly over the other woman's pussy, circling it and lapping the nectar. Finding no more on the surface of Sam's bush, Marilyn drove her tongue into Sam's slit and down into her vaginal opening. Her head swam at the enticing aroma of Sam's arousal and she savored it as much as the taste of Sam's nectar.

Sam pressed her mouth over the soaked pantyhose covering Marilyn. She sucked the wet nylon into her mouth, drinking the juices her lover had given her. Her hands reached up and went under the material to rake her fingers over the firm globes of Marilyn's ass. With one heave, she pulled the pantyhose down so her eager mouth could reach Marilyn's pussy.

Each woman squirmed at the other's oral touch. Sam lifted her chin to press against the top of Marilyn's slit. Her tongue lapped up and down the pink opening. Her nails drew white lines over her lover's ass, making Marilyn shiver and press herself down as though she was trying to smother Sam.

Marilyn slid two fingers inside Sam. Slowly wiggling them deep inside, she opened the other woman and then began to pump her hand rapidly. Her other hand lifted Sam's hips until her eager tongue reached the trickle that had followed Sam's cleft. Already wet, the rosebud immediately gave way to Marilyn's tongue and she buried it deeply into Sam's humid ass.

Sam cried out in delight at Marilyn's penetration of her body. Frantically she sought our Marilyn's pearl. Her tongue lashed it. Her lips pulled. Finally she scraped the inflamed clit with her teeth. Marilyn could only respond by driving three fingers deep into Sam in an attempt to meet her tongue thrusting into the other woman's ass. Her thumb massaged Sam's clit, tapping and rolling on it. When Sam closed her teeth on Marilyn's pearl and bit, the resulting scream of delighted passion caused Sam to climax as Marilyn's flood of juices poured over her face.

As the spasms and aftershocks began to taper off, Marilyn was barely able to disengage herself long enough to turn her body back around. Sam's eyes were already fluttering closed from the two overpowering orgasms she had experienced. Marilyn pulled Sam into her exhausted arms. She had just enough energy to whisper, "I love you Samantha."

When Marilyn awoke the next morning her face was buried in Sam's sweet smelling hair. Her new lover was curled up, her back nestled up to Marilyn like they were two spoons. Marilyn brushed Sam's hair back and learned over to kiss her softly on the cheek. The soft touch woke Sam and she smiled, turning her head to kiss Marilyn.

"Good morning." 

Marilyn giggled just a bit. Sam's southern accent was so pronounced this morning it sounded like it belonged in a movie. "Good morning, lover."

Sam didn't care what caused Marilyn's laughter. She simply enjoyed it and snuggled back She felt the other woman's fingers combing her hair. Then Marilyn spoke again.

"Today is the last day. We've slept late. The ship will dock in a couple of hours."

"Yes," Sam admitted, reluctantly.

"Not much like your last cruise, I fear. That time you had five nights before you went home. This time you had only one." Marilyn didn't add the words about going home. She didn't know whether to hope for or fear Sam's reply.

"Before I go home." Marilyn was shocked to realize Sam had read her mind. Sam slipped from the bed and gathered her clothes. Before dressing she sat on the edge of the bed. Her hand stroked Marilyn's arm. "Marilyn, I need to go home. I need some time to think. Can you accept that?"

"Yes I can." Marilyn was unable to say more than that. She knew Sam would have to make any decision on her own and was unwilling to push, lest a push end up driving Samantha away.

They saw each other as the ship began to unload. They were just too far away to speak, so they let their eyes talk for them.

"I'll be waiting." Marilyn's eyes read.

"I know." was the simple answer in Sam's. The she was gone.

Two weeks later Marilyn cleaned her house on a Saturday afternoon. She had not heard from Sam. Two dozen times she had picked up the phone to dial the number laying beside it. Each time she had hung up without calling. She had told Sam she would wait.

And was there any future there anyway? Sam might be bi, or at least lean that way, but even with their one night Marilyn felt she would probably always consider a man was her proper lover. She took a deep breath. 

She said aloud to the empty house, "I really meant it when I said I loved you, Samantha. Perhaps you took it to mean "I like you a lot' or 'That was the greatest sex I've ever had in my life'. It covered those too, but what I really meant Sam, was 'I love you'."

"I love you too," came the soft southern voice from behind her. Marilyn turned. She gasped and clasped her hands together over her mouth. Samantha was standing in the hall. Past her, at the front door Marilyn had never heard open, were several suitcases.

Sam walked slowly to Marilyn. "I couldn't stop thinking about you, about us. I tried to dismiss it as a shipboard fling. Heaven knows, I managed to do that before. But this time I couldn't."

"Finally I went one afternoon and talked to Donnie. I know that probably seems so strange, to sit at the grave of a man I adored and tell him about the woman I had fallen in love with. But the thing is Marilyn, I somehow knew that he understood."

"So I called my sons together and talked to them. I told them how much I missed their father, but the time had come to move on. I told them about you and waited for the fireworks to begin. My oldest son looked at the other two, nodded and took my hands."

"Mom," he said. "There's nothing more we want for you than for you to be happy. But this is a shock. We never expected anything like this. I mean, Mother, of all things... a YANKEE?"

"Marilyn, I couldn't believe it." Samantha's lips twitched and she broke into a smile. Marilyn matched it, as Sam continued. "Seems I haven't been fooling anyone for a couple of years. They all three had already realized I was attracted to other women. They helped me pack and got me on the way up here."




Cruise Ship Cruise: Back Aboard



"And now?" asked Marilyn, almost unable to accept what was happening.

"Like anything else, we take it one day at a time and see where it leads us."

"US," echoed Marilyn.

"Yes."

Marilyn took Sam in her arms, her heart beating as wildly as it ever had in her life. They kissed once, a soft kiss, full of the promise of love. Then they held each other as though they would never let each other go.

  (The End)

(Thanks, as always, to my 'bestest friend' and editor Marian for her patience is correcting the numerous mistakes I always make and for setting the story back on course when it wandered. Thanks also to Ann Douglas from whom I borrowed the idea that led to Connie's appearance. And thank you, the reader for the encouragement and feedback you've given me for all my stories. I might not always like it or agree with it, but I have always appreciated it.)



Cruise Ship Cruise



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