1 comments/ 59986 views/ 5 favorites Cruise to Remember By: reindeergames 'Wow', Angie thought to herself, 'I was always told that cruise ships cabins are tiny and cramped. This is nice; a king size bed, Jacuzzi tub, kitchen and a balcony overlooking the entire front of the ship. Maybe all that time I spent busting my ass at Wal-Mart to help put Aron through college was worth it!' "Look out Booty! Comin' through!" Cathy hollered as she pushed her way through the door. Angie's best friend Cathy had come up with "Booty" as Angie's nickname on the way to the cruise ship terminal. She was always coming up with silly names for Angie. 'It's certainly a fitting title' Angie thought to herself as she caught a glimpse of her rear in the mirrored wall across from the bed. 'Some hard work with Weight Watchers and a little magic from her new friend the surgeon and I look better now than I did even as a teenager. "Booty" is right, and it's been getting me a lot of attention.' "This is a party pad! I can't believe Aron put us up in this cabin and sent us on a 7 day cruise! Me and you are going to wear out these cock-cards!" With a laugh Angie said, "I guess you mean the cocktail cards?" The cruise tickets came with a pair of pre-paid credit card type vouchers that entitled Cathy and Angie to unlimited mixed drinks for the entire cruise. "You already know what I mean then." Cathy says with her usual grin. She slung her suitcase into the corner saying "I'm going to go find where all the bars are at on this boat, I'll catch up with you in a few minutes." "Ok." Angie says as Cathy playfully swats her ass on her way out the door. Cathy was always sort of flirtatious like that with everyone, men and women. Strangely it usually set Angie more at ease; made her feel more comfortable and less concerned that someone might be disproving of her own behavior. Cathy had a way of making her relaxed and uninhibited. Angie floated around the cabin casually checking out every feature; turning on the TV, finding all the light switches, looking around the bathroom. 'This is unbelievable, I can't get over how nice this is. I hope the cruise is a blast; I hope my boys are ok.' Swiping a wine cooler from the mini-bar she reminded herself that she was here to have fun and all rules were off; no counting points or calories, drinking whatever she wants, just no rules and no worry. Heaving her suitcase on the bed with some difficulty she was reminded of her husbands gentle tease about her bulging bags. 'Ah well, I'm a woman who is going to be gone for a week and I love my shoes, what can I say?' she thought to herself. Tugging on the zipper, her suitcase started to puff open and ooze blouses and bras as if she had just popped open a cardboard tube of store bought biscuit dough. Flipping on a well-worn romantic comedy on the TV behind her, Angie started to sort her belongings. Arranging blouses and skirts and pants in the closet she had another one of those moments when her eye caught the label of a new top with the size printed in bold letters. That dress size still caught her by surprise at times; it was difficult to remember (and more importantly to feel!) like a woman who was not overweight. She thought to herself with an almost audible sigh, 'I spent too many years carrying too much weight; too much time hiding in baggy clothes. Not that I feel uncomfortable having lost the weight. I look good, I really do, I just don't know if I'll ever get used to it! The attention can be unnerving at times; the lengthy and undisguised stares from men. Black men especially, they do love a fair skinned redhead with an onion booty and I've gotten a few store receipts with phone numbers on them to prove it. Aron always said that black men have good taste in women.' Reaching for the last blouse she saw what looked like the video camera bag with a letter taped to it that said simply "Angie" in the familiar hard slanted lettering of her husbands hand. She quickly opened the thick envelope and found a package of condoms wrapped inside a note from Aron: Hiya Sweetpea! Hope you're having fun! I'm glad I was able to send you Cathy on a cruise together. You need the break and I know Cathy will keep things interesting on the cruise. Me and the boys will be fine, call whenever you want! Love, Me! P.S. I thought I would help you pack, wink, wink. And remember, be naughty! Be very naughty! 'Oh Jeez,' she thought while shaking her head. 'I can't believe he actually snuck condoms and a video camera into my suitcase.' With a hint of a smile playing across her lips she thought, 'He's been dying for me to have sex with a stranger for years now. He has such a weird fantasy, I don't get it at all. It's been a fun idea we've explored between us; in a bizarre way it's even brought us closer together.' A slight smile lit her lips thinking of how her husband had nearly come unglued with excitement after the time she had flirted with a stranger in a bar and then ultimately kissed him in a back corner. 'I don't understand why but it definitely brought a new level of passion to her marriage. But still, actually having sex with another man? I don't know if I can or even want to do that.' The crooning voice of her Keith-ringtone broke her reverie. Noticing Cathy on the caller ID, she picked up her phone, "Where'd you run off to?" "Hey you, go open the balcony." "OK, hang on a sec." Angie says fumbling with the unfamiliar sliding door latch. "Are you outside?" "Yeah, I'm down by the pool. I've got one of these cool cabanas reserved for us. Can you see me? Look to your right, I'm waving at you." Angie quickly scans the pool and bar and spots Cathy waving furiously. "Ok, yeah, there you are." "Wow, our room is pretty high up there!" Kay says hoisting an outsized cocktail. "Hey, forget about unpacking. Get your booty down to the pool, I've got a margarita waiting for you!" "Alright, I'm coming. Gotta figure out how to get down there first." "Wait, shake your titties at me!" Cathy says with a near audible grin. "What? No!" "Come oooonnnn!" she says drawing out her words the way you would when trying to talk a friend into getting on a roller coaster with you. "Alright..." Angie sighs and gives a quick shoulder shudder. Truthfully she actually liked having Cathy egg her on like that. Secretly she has always wanted to be carefree and a little risqué but just seemed to need some prompting. "Niiice, now get your booty down here before I drink your margarita too!" "I'm coming! I'm coming!" At the poolside cabana Cathy shoves a punch-bowl sized margarita into her hands. "Frozen with salt, right?" she says. "That would be me, yeah. So has the ship even left harbor yet?" Angie asks studying the pool and making special note of the hunky life guard. "Who cares? We're here to have fun and drool over those hot Irish guys when they sing tonight!" Cathy replies. "I'll drink to that!" Angie says softly clinking her jug sized margarita with Cathy. "Wanna go swimming?" says Cathy as she shimmies out of her shorts with a quick little shake. Angie shakes her head no, "I'm not really a 'sun' kind of girl. I can get sunburned under a black light. Think I'll just hang here in the shade and enjoy the view." Tipping her head slightly in the life guards direction. "View?...Oh, gotcha." Cathy says noticing the muscular young guy with the whistle. "Yeah, I like your idea of a view!" she says with a wink and scampers off towards the diving board. Settling back into the chaise lounge Angie slips her sunglasses on and sips her margarita. They had only been on the cruise ship for a few hours but she already felt very relaxed with a tinge of anticipation. There is something about being physically distant from home that made all of her usual worries fall away. Assured that her three boys were safe in her husbands care her thoughts flowed to the concert on board the ship tonight. Her favorite irish singers, and especially Keith, were not only on this same cruise but scheduled to perform as well. She and Cathy had gone to one of their concerts last year and, as much fun as it was, there was a distinct disappointment that she had not gotten to meet her heartthrob Keith. Aron, partly motivated by love for Angie and partly by pure kinky desire, had gotten her on this cruise knowing that she was bound to be able to meet Keith at some point. With one of her favorite Keith tunes playing on her iPod she easily drifted off to sleep. Taking yet another side-long glance at herself in the full length mirror Angie asks for the third or fourth time, "You sure this looks ok?" "Yes, of course it does. Better than ok, you're smoking! I mean look, you lost some weight, a little nip and tuck and now... Wow! I'd definitely do you!" Cathy shoots back to her with a wink. "Hmm... if you say so..." she mumbles. Truthfully she was already fairly certain that the ass-hugging miniskirt and bust-enhancing blouse all perched atop four inch stilettos made for a sharp package but the reassurance from Cathy still felt great. "You know, Aron would call these 'fuck-me shoes'. I hope I can wear them on this boat" "I'm sure you'll be able to wear'em and, who knows, maybe Keith will notice those 'fuck-me shoes'!" "That's what Aron is hoping..." Angie replies quietly as she follows Cathy out of the cabin. "I can't believe how amazing the concert was! And this time, we are definitely going to meet Keith and Damian!" Cathy says excitedly as she turns to look back towards the door to the VIP lounge. "I know! I can't believe it! How do I look, is my hair ok?", Angie says in a breathless whisper. "Sweetie, you are hot! You could score tonight if you had the balls for it!" comes Cathy's reply. "Ok, alright, let's go in. I'm as ready as I can be", she says breathlessly. Waiting in line, Angie felt a definite tingle; a little shortness of breath and an antsy excitement. Each step closer brought a fresh jolt of anticipation. Strange thoughts coursed through her mind watching as those in front of her shook hands and posed for photos with Keith. With something of a sense of jealousy, she impatiently wished for each lady ahead of her to zip her lips and move along. Slowly the line inched forward until finally Keith makes eye contact with her making a slight motion with his hand to beckon her forward. Angie felt herself frozen to the spot, her mind reeling, 'Come on, don't do this! Move! Step up! You can't just stand there, you have to respond!' With a lurching step, Angie jolts forward with a feeling of just having broken through a glass window. "Whoa, there now girl!" Keith says in his buttery Irish lilt. Reaching out to steady her, his hand briefly holds her upper arm. The momentary touch sends a thrill through her body; her crotch seemingly electrified. "Yes! Yeah, I um... tripped uh... guess I'm a little nervous..." Angie stammers back. "I hate to see such a beautiful lady fall, you know. Besides, I'm a pretty ordinary guy. No reason to be nervous." Keith replies. Her mind struggles to comprehend, 'Did Keith just call me beautiful? And he claims to be ordinary?! Ha!' "Wow, this is just so amazing. I have been a huge fan of yours for years!" she blurts out. "I think your friend here wants to take a few photos of us." Keith said extending his arm toward Angie. With the sudden realization that the flashes she was seeing were from Cathy's camera, Angie moved forward and twirled into Keith's extended arm. The feeling of his casual embrace fitting her like an haute couture gown. With a radiant smile and her right arm encircling Keith's waist she faces Cathy and the camera. Cathy pulls Angie aside, whispering fiercely as she hands her another cider, "What are you two going on about over here in the corner?" "What? What do you mean? Keith just asked me if we could talk like a minute ago?" Angie says with a look of confusion. "Minute, hell! You've been over here yakking it up with Keith for close to an hour now!" Cathy replies. Angie's mind spun with the evenings events. She had spent nearly the entire meet-and-greet lost in conversation with Keith, much to the chagrin to more than a few other women. Now she struggled to contain her composure. Having found secluded corner near the bar, the one on one conversation with Keith continued and was becoming decidedly more flirtatious with each passing drink. A seemingly unintended brush of her arm here, a momentary contact of bodies as the crowd around them milled. A slight rolling of the ship and Angie leaned in toward Keith ostensibly to maintain her balance. Her hand on his chest, she looks up at him coyly; eyes locking together instinct took control. Keith leaned down; her lips rose to meet his. She closed the cabin door with her heart pounding. She knew what was coming and was both exhilarated and frightened. The shaking of her knees was a curious mixture of fear and excitement; that peculiar foreknowledge of something that will be singularly fantastic and surreal. Her hands reached for his shirt and began to open the buttons. At times feeling as if she were perhaps watching herself in action she continued peeling back his shirt. His hands pressed in on her back and drew her inexorably closer. Her nose pressed close to his chest, she inhaled deeply of his skin. Still struggling to process the concept, the reality of having Keith here in her cabin. The climax of her actions were a certainty. Tilting her head upwards her lips met his in a cascade of his long blonde hair. The electrifying touch of his lips immediately energized her, kissing him deeply and passionately. Her hands exploring his chest she freed him from his shirt and nearly clawed at his belt buckle. His strong large hands boldly explored her; wandering freely from her back and migrating to her ass, gripping firmly and pulling her to him. With his belt unfastened, Keith's kilt smoothly fell away. His lustful interest in her was now unmistakable; proud and erect. Still exploring his lips with her own she pressed into him fiercely; his impressive manhood throbbing against her blouse. Eagerly her lips pulled at his; gingerly she felt the caress of his tongue with a jolt of exhilaration. His hands freely roaming now, boldly squeezing her ass and drifting up her back and around to her breasts. With a certain urgency she started unbuttoning her blouse while still locked in a kiss with Keith. The ferocity with which she returned his lusty kisses shocked even her while her hands deftly unfastened the last of her buttons. She thrust her arms down and back as his hands instinctively swept her blouse from her shoulders to the floor. In a fluid motion her hand unclasps her bra. With her large proud breasts laid bare she steps into Keith's embrace and the passionate kissing resumes. Feeling her tits pressing into Keith's muscular chest, her heart pounds with expectation. Their arms and legs intertwine groping and feeling and responding to a primitive impulse. Vaguely she is aware that her course is set and that sex with Keith is a certainty. Part of her mind is already trying to grapple with the thought of him penetrating her. Slowly Keith's hands slide downward; his easily slipping inside her waistband. With little resistance her skirt eases over her ass and over her hips and crumples to the floor. The shock of the cold air draws her in closer to Keith. In a shiver of excitement and the coolness of the cabin she presses her clearly excited mound against Keith's leg. Pushing back she breaks free from Keith and stands proudly exposed. With one leg slightly bent, she cups her breast and shyly peeks up at Keith. She is fully exposed to his gaze and feels both frightened and exhilarated. Pressing her palm flat against his chest she pushes him backwards onto the bed and quickly flips on the video recorder on the dresser. Crawling over him, she straddles his hips and grasps his cock. She feels his remarkable girth and heft and; taking a moment to look back at the camera, she guides him to her eager pussy and sinks down on his cock gasping in delight as he presses through her lips and fills her completely. Rocking her hips just slightly, back and forth, she adjusts to his impressive size; focusing on his massive dick. Rising up, she looks down and sees his cock sliding out, the lips of her pussy stretched and clinging to his shaft. With a slow reversal, she eases downward plunging him deep into her as a soft moan escapes her lips. Slipping into a steady slow rhythm she rocks back and forth; every nerve focused on Keith's dick pressing into her vagina. Her warm moist lips effortlessly pressed aside as his hard rod probes ever deeper. In a steady pace, her lovely full ass glides up and down as Keith's hands grope and squeeze. Looking over her shoulder she glances back at the camera focused on her back. Exposing her pussy on tape she is vaguely aware that she is fulfilling her husbands greatest fantasy and subconsciously plays to the camera for that very reason. She leans forward and rises up. Keith's cock slowly slides from her sex; labia clinging so wetly. Slowly, ever so slowly, the head of his shaft emerges, glistening and nestled against her lips. In contrast to her petite frame, his impressive dimensions were readily apparent and almost appeared incompatible with her pussy. Pressing downward his cock pushes against her sex; seemingly unable to penetrate until her lips suddenly part allowing several inches of him to slip inside. Every fiber of her body was focused on the thrilling sensation of every inch as it passes her lips. The experience of being filled by him, of receiving Keith into her and joining together caused her breath to come in small fluttering gasps of excitement; her body tingling with excitement and desire. Leaning forward again she liked the thrill of exposing herself so intimately to the camera, the thrill of knowing that her husband is going to watch her having sex with Keith. Up and down her pussy caressed his rod; her nipples grazing softly over Keith's lips. Abruptly he grabs her full breasts and draws her nipple into her mouth. She feels his tongue circling her nipple and drawing her breast in. Placing her elbows on the bed around his head she leans in and kisses his mouth with passionate intensity as his dick churns in her pussy. Her lips intertwined with his as their tongues touch urgently groping and seeking. Full breasts are pressed against his muscular chest as his hands rapidly wander. Caressing her back and rubbing the backs of her legs, his hands return again and again to the wonderful swell and curve of her ass. Gripping and massaging his hands return over and over to the supple smoothness of her backside. His large strong hands nearly span each cheek, fingers splayed and gripping at her; beautifully framing his ever-hardening cock as he drives in and out of her, rudely driving her vagina lips apart as he plunges into her again and again. Her pace quickening, she rises up on her knees still impaled on his member. Reaching back and holding her ankles she thrusts her chest out. Breasts rising and falling in rhythm Keiths roaming hands focus on her tits. With just the right pressure he massages and kneads; his hands rubbing smoothly from her shoulders to her navel. His thumb slowly glides lower towards her pussy. Her lips are pressed open wide to accommodate his cock, her clitoris laid bare and exposed. Pressing lightly his thumb encircles her clit as she rises and falls. Overwhelmed with the intensity her hips grind down jamming every bit of his swollen manhood into her. Suddenly Keith withdraws his hand and grabs her waist; forcing her to a stop she pants as the urge to orgasm slowly subsides. Rising up reluctantly, Keiths dick gradually pulls from her pussy. Her lips clinging to him, his long cock finally pulls free. She swiftly turns around backward to face the still running camera and straddles Keith again. His penis stands tall and proud and she settles down to his hips. His member sticks straight up between her legs and rests against her belly; the soft head of his cock obscures her navel. She rises up to mount him again. His length forces her up as high as she can stand on her knees. With her beautiful golden red hair cascading in curls around her face she grips his penis and positions him at the entrance to her love tunnel. Looking at the camera, she says in a sultry whisper, "I hope you love me Honey!" and sinks down onto his cock. Eyes closed, she throws her head back in the ecstasy of being filled. In his soft Irish lilt Keith says, "Aye Angie, you're amazing girl!" Cruise to Remember Ch. 02 Angie slowly surfaced from an ocean of deep sleep. Even before opening her eyes she was aware of the sun streaming in through the balcony and brightening the whole cabin. With her lids still closed she reveled in the opportunity to rest undisturbed and rise only when she felt like it. Her mouth a bit cottony from a few too many drinks she felt a tingle as she recalled the previous nights outing. 'Oh man, last night was incredible.' She thought to herself, 'I sometimes thought I would never even get to meet Keith much less make such a deep and instantaneous connection with him. Damn, we screwed like wild animals. Probably the most mind-bending lay I've ever had...' her mind narrated to herself with a half smile on her lips. Lazily letting her eyelids drift open she eyed the alarm clock near the bed. 11:18. 'Wow, I'm going to sleep right through the whole cruise!' she thought, her consciousness still clearing the fog of sleep. "Good morning there, Sleeping Booty!" Cathy calls out in her usual perky disposition. "Yeah... Hi, there." Angie says sitting up on the edge of the bed. With a minor start she suddenly remembers having fallen asleep in the nude and self consciously pulls the sheet up to her shoulders. Setting her book down, Cathy half bounces up from the other bed. "I know somebody who had a hell of a party here last night!" "I... uh, it's just that... I...", Angie starts to stammer and feels her face begin to flush. "No, relax girl, it's fine. I don't blame you for having fun. There's nothing wrong with having a little fling with Keith; especially when you are married to a guy like Aron." Cathy says having quickly sensed Angie's tendency toward anxiety. "I hope it wasn't weird or awkward or anything." After a calming breath Angie replies, "No, it really wasn't. I mean, there was definitely a part of me that was thinking 'I can't believe this is happening' the whole time and another part of me that couldn't believe I was actually... you know... hooking up with Keith." Reaching for a fitted t-shirt, "It was just... Wow! I'm not sure I even know how to describe it; it was incredible! There was just an immediate connection between us, everything just sort of happened naturally, I suppose." "Sounds like Aron is going to be excited!" Cathy calls from the bathroom. "Oh, you have no idea. I talked to him last night... you know, afterwards. And he pretty much just exploded on the phone. I think he was trying to memorize every detail. At one point he said something about flying out to the ship on a helicopter and parachuting down to the boat so that he could be a fly on the wall. He was so ecstatic I almost believed he might try it!" Emerging from the bathroom Cathy says, "I really don't know how or why your marriage works, I'm just glad that it does work!" shaking her head. "Yeah, sometimes I don't think I know either. I mean, when I think about where we started; a couple of know-nothing teenagers with a baby on our hands. Looking back there was nothing to indicate that we would or should have lasted. Now 15 years later not only are we together but we've grown closer to each other than we ever have been. I know it sounds bizarre but I feel like we have a stronger marriage than most anybody we know." Angie mused half to herself as she dressed. "Well, I swear half my friends would probably trade places with you in a second. Not everybody gets to do what you do, you know; even though I think a lot of women sometimes wish they could." Cathy chirped. "Well, they can't. He's mine and I'm definitely not sharing him!" Angie replied with a smile. "Who, Keith or Aron?" she asked. "Both!" Angie shot back with grin. "Nice! Come on, let's go check out the casino..." "I'm right behind you." --------------------------------------------- "Mmm! A light lunch on the upper deck, a brisk jog in the gym followed up with a rum-and-coke in the pool. I would love to get used to this!" Angie says to Cathy raising her glass in a toast Clinking her glass to Angie's, "Make that a mojito and you've got the perfect start to a day." "Yeah, although, these plastic glasses don't quite have the same affect when you try to toast, do they?" Bobbing in the cool water, Angie instinctively turns her head having thought she heard her name. Turning around she sees a waiter scanning the guests and moving in her general direction. The waiter calls her name again as he looks about and she waves to get his attention. Coming toward her with a sense of direction he kneels down and holds out his serving tray with nothing more than an envelope with 'Angie' printed on it. She takes the envelope with a raised eyebrow; the waiter stands and returns below deck. "Hmm, whatcha got?" Cathy asks moving closer "I have no idea," she says as she sets her cocktail on the edge of the pool, "I hope it's not a bill..." Tearing the envelope lengthwise she dries her fingers on a napkin and pulls out two tickets and a small note: "Please be my special guests tonight -- Keith" "What is that?" Cathy asks as she leans over Angie's shoulder. "Looks like tickets to the concert tonight." she replies. "I thought the concert was free, or, at least included with everyone's cruise price." "It is..." Angie replies, her brow furrowed in concentration, "but I think these are like VIP passes or something. Looks like front row aisle seats. I suppose the best seating is reserved and it would seem that Keith snagged a couple for us." "Sweet! Front row means we'll be looking up at them all night. Remind me to make sure my camera is charged up because I'm not going to miss a kilt flash." Cathy says with a knowing look. "I like the way you think!" Angie quipped, a bit surprised by the turn of events. --------------------------------------------- Wrapped in a sleek form fitting black skirt and well fitted striped button-down blouse, Angie follows Cathy as they make their way down the steep aisle to their front row seats. Nervously checking her camera and giggling at each others small jokes they eagerly awaits the show. The house lights dim, the curtains part and the Irish singing troupe takes to the stage. Performing all of the familiar sets on their previous albums, the group sings with an energy, a charisma, that no recording on a plastic disc can ever capture. Sitting on the edge of her seat, Angie is barely conscious of the fact that two hours have already flown by. Having nearly filled the memory of her camera she is mesmerized by Keith on the stage, the other singers barely register in her mind. He is well aware of her in the audience; frequently turning to look at her throughout the show. Each glance from him crackles through her body like the pop of a match as it bursts into flame. Finally there is a break between songs and the other singers retreat to leave Keith alone at center stage. Standing in front of her he says, "I want to sing to a very special lady that I met here on this cruise just yesterday." Holding out his hand to her he motions at Angie to join him on stage. With an instant feeling of dread, Angie points to herself and silently mouths, "ME?!" Keith beckons again more emphatically. Mortified, Angie shakes her head no. 'I hate being the center of attention. There is no way I'm going up on that stage, not for Keith, not for anyone!' she thinks to herself instinctively. Grabbing her roughly by the arm Cathy turns to her, "What are you doing? Go on, get up there!" Again she shakes her head no, already profoundly embarrassed by the attention and seemingly glued to the seat. "What the hell, Angie!" Cathy hisses in a forceful half-whisper. "What are you doing? This isn't who you want to be. You're going to regret this for the rest of your life! Don't fall back into that insecure little girl who's too scared of life to live her dreams! Now get up there!" Not sure if it was the actual words or just the tone, she jolted out of her resistance. Angie rises and feels herself floating out of her seat and walking towards the steps to the stage. With the out-of-body feeling that only comes from times of extreme nervousness, her feet automatically negotiate the seven steps running beside the orchestra pit and up to the stage. The audience roars its approval even as the footlights obscure the crowd from her eyes. Her vision tunneling and her heart beating at its zenith she sees Keith take her hand in his and pull her to the center of the stage. Belatedly she notices that she is still clutching her camera and wonders what she should do with it. The spotlights and elaborate stage lighting becomes her. Radiant red hair taking on an added sheen; the flattering outfit accented by the textured hue of the lights; her skin taking on a lustrous pale creaminess that every beautician wishes they could capture in a bottle. With the slightest wink Keith breaks into a solo rendition, "I Want to Know What Love Is". From the opening chorus, she is immediately transported away to a private world; as if she and Keith were the only people in the room. All sense of stage, the audience, the orchestra, indeed the entire cruise ship simply faded to black and ceased to exist for her. Never breaking her gaze he sings and serenades. He spins around her and her around him; never forgetting his masterful stage presence yet still making her the center of his focus. He incorporates her bodily into the song and she was his willing prop. A slight caress, a lingering incidental touch bringing the song to life; demonstrating the powerful lyrics with a hand at the small of her back then a finger to her lips; she became his foil. The lights dimming down and the last refrain fading away, Keith momentarily switches off his microphone and discretely whispers in her ear, "I'll meet you tonight in the Skippers Lounge after I sign a few autographs." --------------------------------------------- Relaxing in a private corner of the exclusive Skippers Lounge, she snuggled into Keith's arm draped lightly across the back of the booth. Glowing with the ease and relaxation brought on by a few stiff drinks she takes advantage of a break in the conversation to ask, "So what made you decide to bring me up on stage tonight?" His Irish accent flowing like a forest stream, "Well, I had to do something for you in return for the hospitality you showed me last night." "Oh really!" Angie replies mischievously, "My hospitality you say. And how do you plan to repay me for tonights hospitality?" Keith freezes, his face a mask of pleasant surprise and intrigue. "Didn't you have something you wanted to show me back at your cabin?" she says in a conspiratorial tone as her hand drifts lightly up his kilt. "Yes!... Yeah, there is definitely something I need to show you in my cabin." Keith replies with a smile and a knowing expression. --------------------------------------------- Even as the door of his cabin clicked shut behind them; she found her body drawn to his much as magnets will snap together. Slipping into his embrace, her hands running through his hair; his locks streaming through her fingers like water. Looking up, her lips seek out his. With the deepest of kisses his hands sink down her back and explores her rear. His strong arms envelope her and draw her tight to his chest.' Lips pressed to his; her tongue gently explores. An electrifying brush with his tongue ignites a flush of heat within her. Fingers laced through his long blond hair she wills her body to melt into his. Pressing against him with ever increasing force she feels him rise in response. Wishing she had more than two arms so that she could hug Keith more completely, the passion within her rising. Willing herself to tear away she steps back a bit; Keith's kilt comically tented from her erotic kisses. She felt different; last night being wild and breathless with the fevered tempo of a late night rave. Tonight taking on a slower and more deliberate pace; tonight she was going to romance him much as he had done on stage earlier. Knowing where the night was destined to take them she felt vastly more sultry and determined to draw out his attention before allowing him his masculine release. One knee coyly rubbing against the other she gently bites her lower lip looking down and unfastens the top button of her blouse. Looking up at him through her garnet red hair she gauges his rapt attention. Running her hands down her blouse, barely pausing to cup her bountiful breasts, she smoothes her skirt with a nearly imperceptible linger at her crotch. Returning to open a few more buttons; the corners of her blouse fall away to reveal a flush of green bra. Slowly she eases each successive button through its respective hole revealing more of her wonderful pale skin. As her blouse falls to her elbows, she gently traces the contours of her bra while looking up at him; it was clear she had a captive audience. Her hands wander to her skirt tugging it downward a few inches. Again, she pauses to check his reaction waiting for that look of expectation before moving slowly, gradually to ease the zipper of her skirt downward. Her skirt finally slips from her waist to fall from the floor. Standing before him in the scantest of covering; his look of admiration continued to embolden her. With a deft twirl of her fingers she unsnaps her bra and slips her arms free of its loops. Holding the cups close to her breasts she gazes directly up at him before boldly letting the bra fall away. She delights in his distraction; revels as his eyes are involuntarily drawn to her breasts in lustful awe. Cupping each breast she gently caresses herself and tests the weight and fullness of each. Exploring every inch, her delicate white fingers surrounding and caressing her large pink nipples. Bringing her right breast to her mouth she looks up at him as her tongue explores the areola and licks lightly at her nipple; Keith groaning quietly in response. Hooking a thumb in the waist band of her panties she judges his response; waiting for that eager look of anticipation. Slowly, enticingly, she glides her hand downward over her gently curving white hip. The green lace gathers and bunches before slipping away and revealing the treasure within. With a gasp, Keith drinks her in, entirely nude and ready to be taken. Running her hand over her smooth white belly she smoothes the small triangular patch above her crotch. The finely trimmed red hairs slipping between her fingers she slowly circles her private garden. With a faint moan, head cocked to one side and her hand gripping her breast she boldly explores herself. First her middle finger and then another easily sinks from sight. Prodding and exploring, she feels her passion rising ever higher. Stepping forward, Keith can take little more of the mind-bursting eroticism. Pulling her close with one arm around her his lips graze her neck. His hand wraps around hers; intertwined their fingers dive and massage her sex. Freeing her other hand she grapples with his shirt; fumbling with the buttons with hormone-laden fingers. Stripping his shirt away she feels his bare muscular chest pressed against her heaving breasts; his lower parts rising between them. Urgently she tugs at the clasp of his kilt; determined to strip away all clothing and free their bodies to come together without barrier. Both fully nude her lips again seek out his; chest to chest she kisses so deeply as his fingers continue their inexorably exploration of her. Hooking one leg around his hip she opens herself up to him, willing her body ever closer to him. Slowly, tenderly, Keith kisses her lips and then parts only to return and kiss her gently on the chin. In a measured pace, his lips blaze a heated trail down her neck. Sinking lower he turns his full attention to her snowy mountain range. His large hands nearly overwhelmed by the wealth of her treasures. His tongue both soft and slightly rough he labors to pay tribute to her peaks. Circling and teasing, he draws the fullness of her nipple into his mouth. Gasping, her hand laces into his hair and pulls him to her. With a squeeze he releases the right and takes up the left. Her breasts flush with excitement as he ascends her hills. Sinking still lower his tongue cuts a path down her belly pausing to plant a loving kiss at her navel. With both hands entangled in his locks she measures his downward progress; lightly biting her lower lip in anticipation. With an electric shock his mouth locates her butterfly. Emboldened by his ministrations she grants complete access to her vault. Both soft and firm, the probing of his warm wet mouth forces her eyes closed in exquisite delight. Leaving nothing unexplored he massages and strokes. With swirls and dips he delves deep into her flower like a hummingbird. Over and again he visits and returns to each province of her inner courtyard. Almost struggling to breathe she bathes in the rapturous pleasure as he rains his intimate kisses on her. Forcing herself to separate from him against her primal desires she twirls away and lights on the corner of the bed on hands and knees. With a sultry glance backwards she offers herself up; an invitation for Keith to partake of all she has to offer. Her intentions were not lost on him as she feels his manhood on her back nestling between her cheeks. His left hand taking her by the bell-like curve between waist and hip. She feels his right hand running up her torso like a splash of hot oil seeking the heaven of her breasts. Squeezing her tremendous mounds she is enveloped by his masculine presence; pulled close she feels his chest and manhood on her back; the soft cascade of his hair on the back of her shoulder as he bends close to nuzzle. Clasping her hand to his, together they map the terrain of her copious breasts. His left hand joining his right; a careful circling of the areola; a soft tweak of the nipple. She gazes down at his strong male hands gripping her. The contrast of her beautiful pale skin between his bronzed fingers overwhelming; her face framed by the soft curls of her deep red hair, her breathing reduced to shallow excited gasps. With her right hand still on his she guides him with the slightest pressure. Together their hands melt down the smooth plane of her stomach. With only the barest of direction she guides his probing fingers to dock with her flower. An audible gasp of pleasure escapes her as his knowing hands seek out her most sensitive places; lands so recently conquered by his tongue. Their fingers locked together and silky with the dampness of her excitement. In and again their fingers plunge in tandem. Slipping into a near trance she focuses on the intense pleasure; willing herself not to slip over the edge she works not to tense up even as their fingers continue the dance. Whirling back and forth; over and in they swirl and plunge in a delicious tango. With a fluid check of his hips; his javelin approaches her entry. Feeling the hard smooth tip of his spear; her fingers instinctively guide him home. In a motion so slow as to feel like endless minutes he eases forward into her; both hands gripping the feminine shapeliness of her hips. With a gasping groan she adjusts to his girth and length. Experiencing a fullness that no other man had ever brought her, a fullness that nearly bordered on the uncomfortable she received him into her. Bearing down she grinds and presses into his hips determined to experience all of him. "Mmmm, Angie, you're unbelievable. So exquisite..." Keith utters in his song-like Irish lilt. "No other has ever taken all of me like that..." "Mmmhmm... you've never had any like me." She responds in a silky near-whisper, "You better not get too excited, we have a long way to go." Pulling back he eases out, generating fresh waves of ecstasy in her. At the point of separation he reverses course and plunges in again. The intensity of the moment crashes through her body in time his thrusts. With a little more speed he repeats he plunge into her over and over. Overtaken by the passion of the moment she gives herself over to him; offering all of her for his pleasure. Rocking in time with his motions a powerful romantic feeling of closeness with Keith swells through her body. Cruise to Remember Ch. 02 His forearms pressing in close to her sides he claims ownership of her breasts, Keiths hands gripping and gently squeezing her mountains. Their bodies fluidly wash back and forth in cooperative motion. She feels the tips of his blond locks tracing circles on his back as he again leans in to kiss her shoulder. With the barest of nibbles he graces her shoulder. Turning his head he presses his warm cheek to her, consumed by his desire for her. For an unknowable length of time their dance continues. At times accelerating and gaining speed, slowing and intensifying at others. Again and again Keith takes her; wrapping her in his strong arms and hands. Shifting to the side she feels the need to take the helm. With a wordless motion she directs him to lie on his back. Grasping his root she gracefully straddles him and impales on his sword in a rush of fulfillment. Sitting upright she catches a glance in the large mirror on the wall. He supports her large proud breasts in both hands; she watches herself rise and fall with an oceanic rhythm on Keith. Her wonderful round rear melds into his hips; the contrast of their skin so pronounced. Pressing her hands to his shoulders she continues to squirm and rock. Leaning close her brilliant red hair falls forward and cocoons the both of them in a close intimate world. Softly, almost pecking, her lips graze his. Pulling back then moving in again she lightly skims his seeking lips. In a choreographed tease her hips allow him only the slightest entry to her flower while at the same time giving his hungry mouth just a hint of her lips. Seeking her kisses and her secret garden his body strains to reach her. She resists his pull, drawing out his anticipation. Teasingly her hips promise reward only to snatch it away abruptly again. Suddenly the anticipation overwhelms ever her and she yields to him. He plunges in to the hilt while their mouths connect. With passionate energy he probes her; their tongues meeting in a frenzied excitement; his hips straining at their limit. Breaking free she throws her head back in ecstasy. The center of her being shifting to the south she rocks to the mounting rhythm of their lovemaking. Keiths hands roam over her body as though commissioned by the king to explore a wonderful new land. Looking down she is mesmerized by their intimate connection framed by her vibrant bosom; her shocking ability to fully sheath his sword propels her to greater heights. Her small triangle of red-hued hair clinging with a Velcro-like bond to his darker patch. Lacing her fingers with his she grips each of his hands in her own. As their palms press together with greater urgency so too does the button of her flower press down against him. Gradually the tension gathers in her; starting in her hips and thighs. Their eyes connecting; his gaze so piercing she feels her unspoken love for him hurtling her toward climax. With a wave like crash she crests the pinnacle. Crying out in the unintelligible language of carnal bliss her voice mingles with his in the cabin air as his spear bursts forth in her flower. Again and again, in what seemed to last for ages, she is wracked with the ecstatic pleasure of each successive pulse of release. Slowly the tempo of their choreographed exertions fade. Muscles relaxing she retains her hold of his hands. Moving his arms upward she melts forward onto his chest; her legs drifting to a more horizontal position. Her lips falling toward his like a feather drifting downward. Noses touching he reflexively kisses her lightly. Inhaling his skin, her cheek comes to rest on his collarbone. She not only hears but feels his breath; his heartbeat gradually slowing from recent exertion. "Oh Angie, I never knew... I just never knew it could be like this." He whispers in his song-like Irish accent. With eyes closed and her breath coming in the slow deep measures of exhausted reverie she replies, "Yeah... yeah, me too... I never knew it could be so perfect..." Feeling Keiths breathing slip into the deep regular rhythm of sleep she feels herself also pushing away from the shores of the conscious... Cruise to Remember Ch. 03 To my wife, the one and only love of my life. I can't describe how lucky I am to be able to openly and honestly reveal my deepest desires to you. I can't tell you how grateful I am for accepting me as I am and allowing me to write out my fantasies. No woman has ever made me so happy as when you indulge me; even if only in small ways. Our relationship is so special and so strong. I don't know how we managed to find each but I'm eternally glad that we did. -- Love, Your Husband * "Hiya Babydoll, having a good time?" Aron says. "Oh!... Oh, yeah, I'm having a very good time. You wanna guess where I am right now?" Angie asks coyly. "Well, since it's 9:30AM and you're on a cruise with no kids to worry about, I'd want to guess in bed, right?" "Yeah... but whose bed?" she says with a touch of apprehension. "Oh my god, you're in bed with Keith?! Right now?! Oh man, this is amazing!" his ecstatic replies rang over her mobile phone. "Well, I'm in the bathroom right now and Keith is still sleeping in. I sort of... never really made it back to my cabin last night..." she draws out slowly. "Aron, I'm a little scared too..." her voice growing small, "You just... I... how can you still love me? Aren't you mad at me or jealous or both? I know we've talked about me getting together with Keith for years. It's just that... I don't know how to describe it, it's so much more real than I ever imagined." "Oh, baby, I do love you! I love you more everyday. I love you more because you're in love with Keith! I love you more because I get to share you with him!" "I know. I know you love me and love to share me. But sometimes it still scares me." she confesses. "Is it the intensity? Does the passion and strength of your feelings for Keith scare you?" Aron asks gently. "Yeah... it's really strong. Really strong." her voice betraying her conflicted emotions. "Oh Angie, you think I don't already know how much you care about Keith? You were wildly in love with Keith long before you ever first met him. Do you think I could watch how Keith dominates your thoughts and dreams for years and not know that? I knew how deep your feelings were before you met him, I can only imagine what it must be like to meet him and get to know him; to develop an actual relationship with him. And all of that is a great thing, an amazing awesome incredible thing for you; for us!" he reassuringly says to her. "Yeah... yeah, I know... I just... I mean, I try to imagine what it's like from your perspective and I can't do it. I just don't really understand, you know?" "I know Angie. I don't always completely understand it either, I just know it. I know how I feel; I know how much more my desire for you grows when I share you and I don't just mean that sexually. And I know how you feel. I know you're crazy in love with Keith and that it's probably totally overwhelming right now, right?" he asks. "It is, definitely, it is. I just didn't think it would be like this! I didn't know how powerful it would be." she confesses. "But that's what's so amazing about you. That you have so much capacity for love. That you can love more than one person. And I know that you must have this unbelievable love for Keith; a love that's completely different than what you have for me. But at the same time, you don't love me any less than you ever have, right?. I know you are still my wife and, if anything, you actually love me more too! That's the amazing part that I don't understand when I try to imagine from your perspective! I don't understand how you're able to do that." "Thank you... I love you... I guess I just needed your reassurance." she half whispers. "I love you too. And I can't wait for last nights video! You know what else? I also can't wait to hear you actually tell me that you're in love with Keith. I know it must sound really weird, but the thought of hearing you say those words makes me rock hard!" he confides. "I still, just, I know you want to hear that but I can't say it; even though it's probably true." pausing to catch her breath, "Oh... and, um... there's kind of like no video from last night. We ended up in Keiths cabin and it would have killed the mood to stop and go get the camera. I'm sorry baby, I feel bad, I know you've been looking forward to that." she tells him. "Oh man, you're killin' me here! You know I'm going to make you tell me every tiny, and big, detail! Multiple times! God, I'm so excited I'm think I'm going to pop if I even take a deep breath. Come on, I want to hear the story!" he cries excitedly. "Nu-uh!" she says teasingly, "You'll have to wait. I'm on vacation, remember? I'm getting back in bed with Keith. You'll just have to imagine what last night was like; and you can imagine me snuggling with Keith this morning!" "Oh! Oh, that is so not fair! I can't believe you're going to do this to me!" a playful hint of indignation in his voice. "Mmmmhmmm, I'll be curled up with Keith and he might even have to put his hot dog in your warmer!" she says with an almost visible wink coming over the phone. "Come on, really? Please?! You gotta tell me!" he begs. "Nope, sorry! I love you, have fun with the boys!" she responds. "Ughhh, I can't believe it. Ok, I love you too! Bye." he says with resignation. "Bye!" Her cell phone buzzes almost immediately. Checking the screen a text message pops up from Aron, 'But I want some updates real soon!' With a nearly audible giggle she types back, 'l8r luv u'. A moment later her phone vibrates with Aron's reply, 'Love you too! Now go snuggle!' Tiptoeing back into the cabin while trying to keep her ankles from popping she lightly slips under the covers. Keith instinctively responds to the motions of the bed and rolls toward her; his arm casually drapes over her. With a tiny smile of satisfaction, she closes her eyes. ************************* "He won't tell me, he just says it's a surprise and I'll need an overnight bag when we get into port in the Bahamas this afternoon." she says to Cathy with a hint of frustration with herself. 'I've still never learned to appreciate surprises' she thinks. With mock hurt Cathy says, "So you're just leaving me when we get to port then, huh?" "Oh, I feel bad doing this to you, but I just don't want to pass up the chance to spend time with Keith. Besides, I know you, you'll have no problem finding someone to hang out with." "Yeah, I'm sure I'll find something to do. Or someone!" she says with a wicked smile. "Call me though, I gotta know what this surprise is." Struggling to zip up an overly full and unnecessarily large suitcase, Angy says "Yup, wish me luck!" ************************* Slipping his arm through hers, Keith grabs her suitcase and deftly steers her down the dock. With the sound of the throngs from the ship gathered around the tacky tourist shops fading in the distance they make their way toward a marina. Peeking up at him from her floppy wide-brimmed hat Angy asks again, "Ok, so what's this big surprise?" In his buttery Irish accent he says, "We're almost there, you'll find out soon." He guides her toward a sleek and gleaming white power boat. Jumping down inside he quickly stows his guitar and motions for her to hand her suitcase to him. After storing her baggage he extends a hand to help her aboard. Stepping into the dazzling little yacht, "So you rented a boat?" she asks with a puzzled expression. Leaning over to give her a peck on the cheek Keith says, "No. No, actually, I rented an island and the boat is just how we get there." Casting off the mooring lines he brings the engines to life with the flick of a switch. Holding on to her hat they head out of the harbor. ************************* Cutting the engines back to idle the boat glides up to the side of the small wooden dock. Bumping the pylons lightly, Keith scrambles up on the dock and ties off. Carefully climbing up the dock ladder Angie pauses a moment to take in the island. "You rented the whole island?!" she asks incredulously surveying the gorgeous little white house and pool. "I did." "Just for us?!" "Also true." as he begins to wheel her suitcase towards the house. "Are you just going to stand there or what?" "I'm coming, I'm coming!" she says hurrying after him. ************************* Wheeling her suitcase into the bedroom she gets butterflies when noticing that there is only one bedroom in the house. Struggling to heft the unwieldy suitcase on to the bed she feels Keith sidle up behind her. Sliding his arm around her waist he pulls her delicious shapely rear to his crotch. With the heat of his breath on her ear he delicately grazes her neck while stealing a quick squeeze of her breasts. "How about we go surfing? The waves are not huge but there's enough out there to get up on a board." he asks. Reaching her arm around to run her fingers through his hair, "Oh, um... I don't really know how to surf. I mean, I've sort of messed around with a surfboard before but I've never actually surf surfed, you know?" "You've lived your entire life in Florida and you've never gone surfing?" he replies with raised eyebrows. "Yeah, I guess that does sound weird, but I have no idea how to surf. Believe me, I'll be fine watching you do it." Untangling from her he says, "Ok great! So I'll teach you how! Get your swimsuit on and I'll go find the surfboard.", and slips out the door. A small knot of dread formed in her stomach. 'In a swimsuit in open daylight for the first time in front of Keith? Shit, there's nowhere to hide! A dark cabin after a few drinks in one thing but outside in the day? I'm sure he'll look great; damn tasty in fact. But what is he going to think when he sees me? Is he still going to be attracted to me? And he wants me to surf!? I always have a hard time with new things...', the nervous thoughts begin to course through her mind. ************************* Angie gingerly steps out onto the pool deck with hat and sunglasses firmly in place, a bottle of SPF 100 lotion in hand and a large beach towel very modestly wrapped around her, covering from chest to knees. "I found where all the water toys are kept here and there's only one surfboard. Looks like we'll have to share." Keith says. Angie quips, "That's fine, I don't think I'll be doing that much surfing anyway." Shielded by her sunglasses her eyes luxuriate on Keith; absorbing every detail she gawks at him as he stands there shirtless with his red and white patterned board shorts. 'He is every bit as delectable as he is in photos; more so even. And he looks, well, bigger, more impressive. I mean, I know just how big he is! I'm still a little sore from riding him the last two nights. But I'm still amazed at his size.' With a wink Keith takes her hand in his. "Come on," he encourages. Lacing his fingers with hers he leads her down the pool deck and out to the small sandy beach. Standing the surfboard in the sand he says, "Ok, the concept is really simple. You want to paddle out to where the waves are just starting to crest. Turn the surfboard towards shore and straddle it while you wait for a good looking wave. I don't really know how to describe a good looking wave, you just sort of know what a good one is after a little while. So when you see a good wave coming then you want to shift your weight forward a little bit and get your feet under you in a crouch, you want to do all that just before the wave gets to you. Then, if you're doing it right, the wave will just take you along. Then you can stand up but keep your knees bent and watch the horizon. If you look down at your feet you're going to go down." "So, this is more of a 'banana' board. It's huge but that's good because those are easier to stand up on. It's a good board to learn on. Most people don't use these so much anymore because you can't cut and turn; you pretty much only go in a straight line with them." "That's about it, you ready to try it? I'll paddle out with you and help you get ready. I'll give you a shout when I see a good wave coming. I'll try to steady the board some while you get up but I don't know how much I'll be able to help there." Keith says. "Um... I don't know...", Angie says hesitantly still holding the suntan lotion and feeling increasingly awkward. "Come on, it's going to be a blast, I promise. There's no feeling in the world like the first time you get up on a surfboard; it's great craic!" "Keith... I'm fine just watching, I-" she stammers. "Oh! No, no no no no," he says suddenly realizing that she's nervous, "I'm going to be out there with you the whole time. It'll be fine, seriously! You can drop the towel here, trust me, it'll be safe, we have the whole island..." She looks pleadingly up at him with her arms virtually frozen. "Wait, are you afraid to take the towel off? You're afraid to be seen in a swimsuit? Is that it?" he asks even more gently. She quietly nods her head, "It's just that-", she starts to explain until Keith silences her with a kiss. With his tongue gently caressing hers he untucks her towel and easily slips it off of her. Holding her close for a second he says with more seriousness, "I'm really into you, you know that right?, I find you incredibly captivating and intriguing. You've already caught my interest and I don't care what you look like in a swimsuit. I didn't rent this island for us to put on some kind of fashion show; I brought you here because you're not like the other women I constantly meet. Those other chicks that throw themselves at me; there's something different about you." Stepping back to look at her he gives an appreciative whistle, "And just exactly are you so nervous about anyway? Oh wow, you look amazing!" Her eyes start to mist up slightly as relief slowly starts to take hold in her. Probably only Aron knew how much time she had spent over the last few months trying on dozens of swimsuits before finally settling on the green and white two piece she had on now. It wasn't a traditional bikini, the bottom being more like small board shorts that let out a peek of her curvaceous ass. Likewise the top was more similar to a sports bra; her generous breasts were usually not well complimented by typical bathing tops. It played to her strengths and fit her well. "Thanks. I know you're just saying that, but thanks for being nice," she said gratefully. "No way, I'm not being nice. You look hot!" he says as the shifting bulge in his shorts appears to agree. "I mean, we don't have to go surfing. I'm sure we could find something else to do..." Feeling relieved and emboldened, "No, I'm ready. Come on, show me how to do this. Wait, there's no critters and stuff in the water, right?" "'Critters!'" he says chuckling, "No, it's fine, the water is perfectly safe." Nodding her head in an effort to convince herself she says, "Ok, let's do it." ************************* Showing a streak of determination Angie paddles the board out into the water, Keith swimming next to her guiding the way. Raising a hand out of the water, Keith says, "This is where you want to be to catch a wave. See how the waves suddenly get taller just before they get to where we are? That's what you want. Let's get the surfboard pointed toward land and get you ready to catch a wave." Working together they turn the board until it's pointed toward shore. After several waves pass by Keith eyes the next one and shouts, "Ok, this is the one you want, here we go!" Angie starts to scramble to her feet on the unfamiliar surface. After a couple of slips she get her foot under her and looks over at Keith to see him smiling at her. "That was a good try! First time, you know? You've got to get up on the board faster though, that wave is long gone already! You'll do it on the next one, I know you will!" he encourages her with a laugh. ************************* With more than a touch of frustration, Angie readies herself for the 9th attempt to catch a wave. The previous tries having failed for a variety of reasons; either too slow or just didn't have her weight centered correctly. One time she just fell right off the side of the board. 'I have to admit, having Keith grab me underwater and pull me up isn't the worst thing in the world. He can rescue me any day.' Looking behind her she was getting a feel for the waves she anticipated Keith when he said, "Ok, go!" Hopping to her feet she felt all the pieces fall into place; her feet were under her, she had her weight forward on the board when it suddenly surged forward. Faintly she heard Keith shout "Stand up!" over the roar of the wave and instantly she was in the water. Surfacing she sees Keith swimming towards her with powerful strokes. "Hey, are you ok?" he asks with concern. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I'm not even sure what happened though." She says. "You were looking down. You were watching your feet. You did everything right except that; you have to watch the horizon." "Oh, I forgot that part. This is really hard! But I did catch the wave though, right?. That was amazing when the board started moving like that!" she gushes. "Yeah, it's addictive. There's nothing like it in the world; that rush when you catch a wave. Wait till you manage to stand up and ride the wave all the way in! Here, let me go get the board." ************************* Back in position Angie is looking behind her at the oncoming waves. Squinting against the sun she studies each of them trying to pick out the right one. Suddenly something latches onto her rear. With a scream she tries to paddle away from the attacking creature when she sees Keith holding up his hand. Between giggles, "Sorry, Angie, I couldn't help myself! Besides you have such a great ass, I can't keep my hands to myself." "I owe you one for that!" she retorts giving him a playful splash. "Come on, you gotta help me catch a wave here." "OK, take the next one!" he yells to her. Tensing her muscles she fluidly leaps into a crouch and feels the surfboard leap forward again. Struggling to maintain composure she looks at the house on the island and quickly stands up. 'I'm doing it!' she thinks. 'Oh my god, this is amazing! I can't believe I'm doing it!' The wave continues to rumble toward shore pushing her along with it. The surfboard finally grounds out a few yards from the beach leaving her knee deep in the water. "I did it! I did it!" she shouts with an excited little jump. "That was so cool!" Keith, having body-surfed in on the following wave runs up to her on the shoreline. With a two handed high-five, "That was awesome, wasn't it?!" Leaping into his arms, he picks her up. Wrapping her legs around his hips she hugs him close and kisses him spontaneously. "That was the best! I've never done that before, thanks for being patient with me," she confides. "Believe me, my pleasure" he responds. "You ready to go again?" "I want to but that was exhausting. I think I'll quit on a high note. Besides, the sun is not my friend. I'm going to find some shade and I'll just watch you surf." She says slipping back down to her feet. "So show me what you got out there big boy!" as she quickly cups his crotch. With a wink she spins around to find her beach towel. ************************* Opening the oversized canopy umbrella Angie settles in on the huge chaise lounge on the beach. Sipping on an icy Coke she found in the kitchen she eyes Keith in the water. With a practiced ease of motion he deftly catches one wave after another. The old style long board doesn't let him do much more than just ride it in to shore Cruise to Remember Ch. 03 Slipping in her earbuds she tunes her iPod to some of her favorite Keith performances. 'Wow, I still can't believe this. It's too incredible, I've dreamed about this so often, it doesn't seem like it can be true.' ************************* Wading in to shore after awhile, Keith saunters up to Angie under the umbrella. "The water is a touch warmer than what I'm used to" "Yeah, I bet. Probably nice to be able to go in the water without a wet suit for a change, huh?" "Oh it just feels amazing out there!" he replies, "Speaking of which, let's get cleaned up and see about dinner." Dropping the surfboard near a palm tree he takes her by the hand towards the pool. "This place is supposed to have a really good craic outdoor shower. Have you checked it out yet?" he asks. Shaking her head she follows him around the edge of the pool and the corner of the house. "Wow, now this is an outdoor shower!", she exclaims taking in the glass and concrete platform. With a stunning view of the ocean she could just see the cruise ship off in the distance. Turning a knob, Keith let loose a continuous flat sheet of a waterfall from overhead; the warm water feeling exquisite. Untying his board shorts Keith swiftly strips nude. "Come on," he says to her, "You can't take a shower when you're still dressed." A wave of fear sweeping over her again, she shakes her head no. "Come on, it's ok. It's just us out here. There's no one else around." He says to her. "Keith,, I... you don't understand, I mean, I've had three kids and-" "No!" he says firmly cutting her off mid-sentence, "I do understand. I think you're confused. Do you know what beauty is? Beauty is not a woman who happened to be born lucky; real beauty is not fake blond hair and plastic boobs. You want to know what real beauty is? Real beauty is a woman who loves herself enough to lavish attention on herself; to labor for hours and days, even years, to make herself the best she can possibly be." Keith says while gently raising her arms, "Real beauty is a woman who loves freely and embraces life and even has a few scars to prove it. You can read the story of a real woman's life etched in her skin." Slipping his fingers under the top of her bikini he deftly slides it over her head. Leaning in to lightly kiss her he whispers "Your beauty isn't average or typical or ordinary. Your beauty stands apart; you exude feminism as it was meant to be. You stand out and stand apart from other women and I simply can't get enough." his hands glide down past her waist and over her hips easily stripping away the bottom of her swimsuit "Trust me when I say that you are beautiful. Believe me when I tell you that you are irresistible." Stepping back from her, Angie remains standing in place; fully exposed, flaws laid bare under the Caribbean sun. Like a condemned person, she stood trembling slightly in front of a man she desperately loves; awaiting the execution of rejection. Expecting Keith to turn from her, tears formed in her eye and her lip trembled greatly. Beckoning to her with open arms he says, "Come. I choose you, I see only a woman of profound beauty. A woman that I want with all my heart." Without knowing how she got there, perhaps having fallen forward, she folds into his embrace. Burying her face in his chest she is overcome with tears. Heaving sobs of release, cleansing tears of joy and relief consume her. Clinging to him so tightly the emotions pour from her. With her face pressed close to his skin the words come tumbling out in an uncontrollable torrent, "Keith, I love you. I love you so much. I've loved you for so long. I've wanted you and thought about you day and night. I've dreamt of the day that I could just get to spend a few hours talking with you. To have this, to be desired by you is more than I ever thought possible. For so long I could only imagine who you really are and caress your cheek in my minds' eye. It doesn't even seem true that you could be here, now, with me. It just doesn't seem possible that this can be true. To be called beautiful by you is more than I could ask for." "Shhhhhh..." Keith quietly says as he strokes her hair, "Shhhhh... Of course I want you, any man would be a fool not to. Shhhh... besides I'm just an ordinary guy" he intones rocking side to side slightly, his cheek resting on her forehead. With her tears subsiding she clung to him for many long minutes in that lake of calm that follows a river of tears. Quietly she soaked in the surroundings, the cascade of the warm waterfall, the pulse of his heartbeat, the faint ocean breeze, the scent of his bare skin. Reluctantly and slowly she breaks free of his embrace. Placing her hands on each of his cheeks she looks deeply into his eyes. For a moment she holds his gaze before pulling him close; bringing his lips to her own she kisses him deeply. A kiss of surrender and acceptance. A kiss of understanding, the seal of an emotional connection. Wordlessly, almost ceremonially, she begins to rub his chest with soap. Working methodically and slowly she bathes him; washing him and tending to his body. Cleansing him was a type of acquiesance, a symbol of subservience, a representation of submission to her own desires. Scrubbing away the salt and sand from his skin while she scraped away the veneer of denial from her own emotions. Laying bare her feelings as she worked; without guilt or shame she accepted and embraced her love for Keith as it was. Silently she stood still, unabashedly naked, and let him carefully work the soap into her skin. With a gentle touch he explored her. With a delicate hand he came to know every part of her. Like a blind mans greeting, his touch was both inviting and familiar, both intimate and welcome. Reluctantly, like a cat forced off a warm windowsill, he turned the water off as it grew cold. "Come on," he says softly, "let's go see what's in the kitchen. We should probably eat soon." ************************* Wearing a pair of soft flattering cotton shorts and a fitted t-shirt, Angie rummages through the refrigerator. "Well, the kitchen is not exactly stocked up but at least we won't starve to death. How do you feel about grilled cheese and tomato soup?" "I'll eat anything I don't have to cook. So... sounds great!" he replies. ************************* "Oh, please, it's just a grilled cheese sandwich. Not like it's something special. And the soup was nothing more than opening a can." She responds to his exuberant compliments. "No, really, I mean, it's good. Genuinely good. I'm going to say this is the best grilled cheese I've had all day!" he says between mouthfuls. Leaning against him as they eat on the loveseat, "Just all day, huh? Best one of the day?!" "Mmmm, yeah. Maybe even the best one of the week? All year? Ok, ok, best grilled cheese of all time. In fact, the king of the grilled cheese universe! I'm actually eating royalty; right here, right in my hand!" "Well, you know," she confides, "the secret is that you have to use two slices of cheese. One isn't good enough, just won't get the job done." "Wow, are you sure you can trust me with such an important secret? This is a lot of pressure." Keith says with a wink. "Well, I've already trusted you with my heart, so I'm pretty sure the king of the grilled cheese universe is going to be safe!" she says with a nervous laugh. "So tell me more about you, tell me about the off-the-stage Keith. What is your family like? What were you like growing up; how did you become a singer?" Angie settles in to the curve of his body. Casually draped over one another their conversation flows and ebbs. Like slow moving oxbows, they verbally meander, exploring the landscape of their lives and personalities. The words never quite coming to a lull, each new revelation leading to further conversational paths. His lovable caring personality poking through in most of his stories, each anecdote in his soft Irish accent was a soothing balm. ************************* "Can I take the blindfold off now?" he asks as he stiffly lays back in the chaise lounge on the beach. "Almost." She says fumbling to get her iPod queued to the music that she needed. Finally getting to the right album and track she presses play. The beginning strains of exotic music rises above the soft sound of the waves. Distinctly middle eastern in origin, Keith turns toward the sound, "What are you doing?" Making a last check of her belly dancing skirt and top she nervously settles into the opening pose. "Ok, you can take it off now but only if you promise not to laugh, alright?" she says. "No, no, of course not." As he slides the loosely tied blinder over his head. "Wow..." he says in a low appreciative voice. Her heart pounding Angie thinks to herself, 'I can't believe I'm doing this. I've never even danced for my husband, not seriously anyway. I just hope he doesn't think this is stupid.' Moving a little stiffly at first her nerves and the loose sand make her feel out of place. Steeling her nerves she forces herself to continue, slowly, as the music continues to build the well rehearsed moves become more natural and flow more freely. Mustering the courage to finally look at Keith she is relieved to see him sitting upright and smiling like a kid on Christmas morning. Gaining courage she gracefully executes vertical hip circles and arm waves. Moving closer she seductively shimmies her breasts in his face. Playfully slapping away his wandering hand she backs away again. Drawing close again she undulates her hips for him, smiling at his trance like fascination. With the music playing on she casts her veil over his head like a fishing net. Slowly drawing it back again as she dances and swirls around him. His hand reaching and caressing her rear each time she turns. Nearing the end of the second set, moisture beads on her brow from exertion. As the song draws to a close she gently presses his back down onto the chaise lounge. Slipping her right leg over him she straddles him and throws the veil over their head, cocooning them in little world all their own. "So, was that ok? Or is belly dancing a little too weird?" she whispers with her lips near his ear, grazing his cheek with each syllable. "That was the most incredibly erotic dance I've ever seen." He replies. "The more I know you the more I'm fascinated by you. No one ever offers to dance or perform for me. Everyone treats me as though I am always on a stage. Expecting me to sing and entertain them on command. No one but you has put themselves on a stage for me." "You know so much more about me." He says. "But even though we've only had a few days together I can't help but feel myself falling in love with you. Does that make me crazy?" he asks imploringly. "I don't know if it's crazy or not and I don't even want to find out. I can only tell you what I do know, I can only tell how you've captivated me, I can only talk about how amazing you are." Her words rush out. "I can only say how much I love you. I can only say how much I want you." Her lips seeking out his in a passionate kiss of intimacy. Intertwining her fingers in his hair she feels his very erect shaft pressing against her, straining against his shorts. Nearly clawing at his shirt she peels his clothing off as he rids her of skirt and top. Reaching over she scoops up her iPod and quickly flips to her favorite album. Pressing play once more Keiths' amazing voice sings out in the familiar lyrics of 'The Island'. Kneeling between his legs she grasps him by the root, his impressive length dwarfs even both of her small dainty hands together. Delicately she strokes down revealing the head of his penis. She works up and down several times building the anticipation before hesitantly licking the tip. Looking up at his face she parts her lips and takes him into her mouth. Struggling to open wide enough she swirls her tongue over the tip and underneath. His groans of pleasure urge her on. Stroking up and down in time with her hands she tickles his soft sensitive spot just under the head with her tongue. With every passing moment Keith grows seemingly larger and more rigid straining her jaw to its maximum. Releasing him she straddles him once more. Rising to her knees she rubs his cock between her lips. Her wetness allowing him to glide easily up and on her clitoris sending waves of pleasure through her. Raising up and guiding him to her entrance, "Say it again, tell me once more." She asks. Responding in a husky half whisper, Keith confides, "I am completely entranced by you, I can't get you out of my mind, I love you, Angie." "Mmmmm, yeah... Oh, I love you too, Keith." She says as she sinks down on his shaft. "I do, I really really love you. Mmmm." Sliding down to his base, he fills her like no other man has ever. Pausing to adjust to his amazing dimensions, the pleasure of being filled by him, of being loved by Keith nearly overwhelms her. Not wanting to reach the sexual peak too soon, she waits, relaxes and breathes deeply. Soaking in the moment she takes in the beautiful beach island, the extraordinary sensation of taking Keith in her, his amazing hands supporting her breasts. She basks in the glow of the love blossoming between her and Keith; feelings which only days ago had caused her such conflicting emotions, but now just felt so right. She reflects for a moment, 'I'm so lucky to having such a loving husband who encourages me and thrives on my feelings for Keith.' Leaning forward to grip the top of the chaise lounge she slowly lifts and settles back again. Gradually at first, luxuriating in his every inch she eases him back and forth. In again and out she pulls up just to the point where they nearly separate before plunging down again. That first inch of penetration, the feeling of his tip pressing aside her lips, being the most exquisite. Pressing her breasts into his face she continues to work up and down on him. Looking down at him, her radiant red hair falls down around his face. His hands squeeze her rear firmly, urging and guiding her as she rises and falls. Kissing her deeply, Keith wordlessly leads her to her feet. Laying the chaise lounge flat he takes her hand indicating for her to lie down. Settling down on her back he looks at her appreciatively; beckoning to him she invites him to lie with her. Parting her legs, Keith hovers above her. Wrapping her arms around his neck she draws him closer, feels his lips again kissing hers. His eager cock easily finds her flower and, draws a gasp of pleasure from her as he sinks in. Hooking her ankles together behind him she basks in the feeling of opening her body to be taken by Keith. The waves and the music creating an exotic sound track as the setting sun approaches the water. With each thrust he electrifies her clitoris. Moving steadily, he strokes in and out creating an ever rising swell of pleasure in her. Weaving her fingers in his hair she kisses his neck and urges him onward. Faster they couple, pressing together as though becoming one. Her fingernails scratch at his back as the motions become more urgent. She rapidly feels the tension build beyond control. At his skilled hands, she climaxes with a squeal of pleasure as Keith roars in conquest, unleashing into her womb. With a light sweat from exertion, he slows and finally rests. Letting out a satisfied giggle between gasps, "Wow!" she stammers. "Yes, wow!" he replies. Catching his breath he leans in to kiss her lightly, "And we still have all night." ************************* In the morning, taking a few minutes to sip coffee by the pool before leaving the island, she calls Aron. "Hi, Honey, how you doin'?" "Pretty good, boys have me up early, but you know they'd never let me sleep in." "You'll never believe this but Keith rented an entire island with a house and pool for just me and him last night!" she confides. "Really! Oh man, I've got to hear about this. I hope there were some reindeer games, right?" he asks. "Oh yeah, definitely some reindeer games. In fact, we decided to play 'best of three'!" "This is unbelievable, You simply don't know how much I love you right now, how lucky I am, Angie." He confesses. "It sounds like Keith is really into you then, right?" "Yes, yes he definitely is." She replies. "You know what? I love you, Aron!" "I know! I know you do, and I love you too." "And you know what else?" she asks with a hint of a pause, "I love Keith. I am wildly, madly in love with Keith too!" "I don't know what I ever did to deserve you, Angie!" he whispers. "I could never be this happy with anyone else, I could never be so in love with any other woman!" Cruise to Remember Ch. 04 "Hi there, sweetpea!" Arons voice says through her cell phone. "Hi there, to you too." Angie says. "So, I had this crazy dream. I dreamed that you were finally able to admit that you love Keith. You were telling me all about how the two of you were wildly in love with each other." "Mmm, yeah right!" She says, "Your 'dream' huh? I think that was this mornings phone call! And yes, for your satisfaction, I am in love with Keith." She says, the words faltering at first. "I am deeply and achingly in love with Keith. I know I've had a hard time talking about it for years because I could only ever say that I was in love with who I thought he was. But to get to meet him and get to know him? To find out that he's not who I thought he was, that he's actually more than who I thought he was! To talk to him and touch him. Damn, you just can't imagine the satisfaction of holding him all night, and to stare deep into his eyes when we make love. To hear him say the most unbelievable things, for him to actually say 'I love you, Angie' is overwhelming. I get all shaky just thinking about it. I still can't believe he wants me, that he can love me, that this can happen to me! I can't believe he chooses me! I mean, I've known love and of course I still love you, Aron. But I've never felt this kind of love, I've never been soo in love before!" her voice cracking slightly with emotion. "I've never loved anyone this much before." She finished quietly. "Wow.... Just, wow...!" he replies slowly. "This is amazing. You've know how I've desperately craved to hear you say you love another. I don't know why I need this, I just know that I was born for this! I simply can't... I mean words just... I don't know how to describe what I feel but to say that I just feel so complete right now. To see you desire someone else, to want Keith even more than you want me is the most incredible rush, I feel this amazing contentedness and yet at the same time I feel a wild breathless excitement. It makes my heart pound and it makes me want you even more." Pausing to gather her thoughts, "You know, I don't understand you at all. I don't totally get your need to share my heart with someone else. But I am so sooo grateful, just so incredibly lucky! To think that I can have two amazing loves in my life, something so many people never get to experience. Are you sure you're not upset? It stills seems strange to be this honest. I've never wanted anyone like I've wanted Keith. I've just never felt this kind of love before!" "Hell no, I'm not upset! Not even close! I love to hear you talk like that." Gather his nerve, "Do you love Keith more than me?" he asks. "I think I do." She says quietly. "I mean, I love you, but Keith... he just captivates me like no one else. I've never been so in love. The way he looks at me, the way he kisses me so deeply; and you know how much I like kissing even though you don't. And the sex is just... well, you're good and all, but Keith is amazing! I mean, some of it is a size thing, he just fills me and reaches places that you've never been. He's a lot bigger than you. And besides how huge Keith is, me and you have never had the kind of passion and intensity that I have with Keith, I can't even describe how incredible it is!" "Wow, this is more than I could have ever hoped for. I have wanted this for so long. It's like I need to be dominated by your love and desire for Keith. I have never been more in love with you than I am now, Angie," he says somewhat breathlessly. "Oh baby, I love you too. I'm so lucky to be married to a man who gives me such great kids and allows me to have a relationship with the love of my life. You are the best." She says. "I'm about to explode. Damn, I need to go spank off. I can wait to get my hands on that video." "Oh, I'm sure you're going to love the videos. But here's the thing, this has become a real relationship with Keith, not just a one night stand. So, I can't record us every time make we love and this cruise is my time with Keith. I want to spend every possible minute with him while I can and these phone calls eat up a lot of my time, you know?" "Ok, ok, I suppose I understand," he says in a mock pouty voice. "You should go jump back in bed with Keith, then!" "Oh, I will," she replied with a smile, "and that's not all I'm going to do!" ****** "I want you to teach me to play. I want lessons." She says pushing away her lunch salad plate. "Pretty sure I've already taught you a lesson; several, actually!" Keith says with a faint smile and hint of wink. "That you have! Though I think I've taught you a thing or two as well!" Softly biting her lower lip for a second. "Teach me to play the guitar. I've always wanted to play." "OK, I'd love to show you. But it's hot, let's go jump in the pool and have a Magners and then we'll go to my cabin and I'll introduce you to my other girl." "Other girl?" she says with a raised eyebrow, "That 'other girl' better be your guitar!" she says with a playful punch to his upper arm. "It is, and if you're good I might even let you touch her." "Good? Just good?!" she says getting up from the table with Keith, "I think I remember you moaning something about me being the best you've ever had last night!" "I may have said that last night but after further thought I believe I need to do some more 'investigating' tonight" he says as he lightly swats her ass. "Keep it up, big boy, and I'll definitely give you something to 'investigate' tonight!" ****** Sitting down softly on the corner of the bed, she nestled back into his shirtless chest. Peering over her shoulder, his arms wrapped effortlessly around her and cradled his guitar. "Your 'spring' hair tickles," he says with his warm breath splashing down her neck. Shaking her head softly she deliberately presses her tightly coiled copper curls in his face, "Sorry about that!" she teases. Nestling into her neck he says, "Mmm, don't be sorry, I love your hair. You keep that up and you'll get me excited!" "Then I'll stop, because you're supposed to be teaching me guitar right now, remember?" she says audibly. Inwardly, feeling his rising manhood pressing into her lower back, she realized that this was probably hopeless. There was no way the two of them could be this close together and alone and not get distracted by the pleasures that each presented to the other. He kissed her neck as his hands wandered. Teeth nibbling, her nipples instinctively hardened. The wanting and yearning which was barely suppressed at the best of times surged through her. Gently laying the guitar aside she turns and bares the bounty of her bosom to him. The instinct of a suckling babe leads his mouth to the firm large buds proudly riding the pinnacle of her breasts. A flush of heat courses throughout as her body instinctively yields to his intentions. Hooking a finger into his burgeoning shorts, she easily separates the Velcro fastenings. Sliding down his supple lightly-haired chest, her mouth carves a path; a ravine of quivering muscle, down to his impressive shaft. Lightly grasping his obscenely long spear, she delicately licks along the length of him. Sometimes just the tip of her tongue dances from base to crown, at the next her lips join in the tender caress. Larger and harder he grows still until he stands tall and pulses with every beat of desire for her. In a slow deliberate movement, she presses downward. In pace with her hands his foreskin rolls back like a silky sheath to reveal his eager arrow, swollen and shining with desire. His hands come to rest softly on the base of either side of her jaw; his strong fingers dance through the strands of her curled red hair; much as they pirouette amongst the copper strands of his guitar. Resting her tongue under his head she pauses and looks up at him. Stretching her lips wide she smoothly welcomes him into the warm wet confines of her mouth. Her ivory vault can contain no more than a small fraction of his length but her tongue plays a gracious host none-the-less. Swirling and dipping she explores his him. Up and down she bobs, her hand also keeping pace on the (great) remainder of his shaft. Lightly sucking, her tempo continues. Like a glass bottle inside a velvet sleeve, his soft skin slides ever so smoothly over his hardened rod. Over and over she works to polish his tool. Feeling his girth grow slightly greater still, she senses him nearing his peak. Gently she relinquishes the inmate from her toothy prison; her breasts spring upward to embrace his newly freed spear. Pressing her bosom around him he begins to thrust. She purses her lips and showers his tip with kisses at every rise. Releasing him again, she gracefully turns as her hands encourage the work that gravity always wants with her panties, quickly sliding them to the floor. Reaching into her purse she retrieves a small black flashlight. Turning her back to him, the twin globes of her creamy white ass present themselves to Keith. "I have a little surprise for you, I hope you like it!" with a nervous quiver to her voice. "Mmmm, Angie, who is AXJ?" he asks as his hands grip her waist and frames her lower back tattoo. "Oh!" she exclaims as his tool first pierces her lips, "Oh, no one, baby. No one at all!" "Uhmmm!" he gasps as she works his preposterous length into her. "Maybe we should fix this 'no one' business then." "Mmm, yeah, maybe we will. If you think you can come up with any ideas!" she says as she rises and sinks on him again. "Here" she says, pressing a small black cylinder in his hand. Not immediately recognizing it as a flashlight, Keith fumbles with it for moment before turning it on. It shines with a blacklight glow and bathes her backside in a purple light. Instantly the heart on her backside glows with a brilliant red light but also the letters 'K' and 'H' appeared on her backside and just under her heart tattoo. The light of the blacklight causing the otherwise invisible initials to glow. "What?! That's amazing!" he says as he plunges into her. "When did you sneak away and get my initials tattooed on your back?" he gasps between thrusts. "Mmmm, I didn't sneak... away... I got that... years ago..." she pants as she strains to take him over and over. "I knew I... loved you... before... I ever met you!" she admitted. "Oh yes!" he says as grips her tightly. With an almost animal intensity he holds her tight and savagely crashes into her again and again as they climax in ecstasy. His explosions filling her to leaking, they slow to a stop in a gasping, sweaty, connected heap. ****** Walking down the street in Kingston Jamaica, his hand holding hers with fingers intertwined. Well protected under her floppy straw hat, she couldn't help but steal glances of him. His Hawaiian shirt was unbuttoned and his yellow patterned board shorts were tantalizingly snug. 'Mmm', she thought to herself, 'I still love checking him out. He is a big boy, alright!' She felt a turmoil of emotions. Part bewilderment that Keith (who she has wanted so badly for so long) is actually here with her. Yet at the same time she felt so natural and comfortable with him. His soft Irish-tinged voice had a way of soothing her and putting her at ease. They connected so immediately; she understood him. She really knew him. He had so many adoring fans but it was her who could sense who he really was beneath his public persona. The photos in the plateglass window of 'Inkland Island' caught her eye. Slowing to look, Keith peers in with her. "I love tattoos. I love wearing art on my body. I can't help but check out a tattoo artists work." She said somewhat introspectively. "This guy's work is impressive. The detail and shading is very good. I think the right tattoo can be so hot." He says. "Like that one on your left side." "You like this? You know what this is, don't you?" she says as she left the edge of her shirt to reveal the large ink work at the low end of her left ribcage. "I guess I can let you in on a little secret. This is my 'Keith' tattoo that I designed myself. See, the Celtic knot work frame represents our common Irish heritage. The musical notes represent your music which I love. The love bug represents your VW Beetle, and believe me, I've had a lot of good times in VW's. And finally, the waves represent your love of surfing." She softly bit her lower lip is embarrassment in anticipation of his reaction. "What?! Wow, how long have you had that?" "About two years", she replies softly. "You created this whole design based on me and had it tattooed on your side years before we ever met?" he asked incredulously. "Well, I did have a photo taken with you a few years ago." She says somewhat weakly. "It is so incredible! I can't believe you, you've been waiting for me for years. It's like you loved me before you ever even met me!" "Well, yeah, it's sort of true. I could never really say it in the past, but yes, I guess I loved you even before I knew you." She whispered hoarsely into his chest. "Do you like it? Or does it freak you out?" "Like it? I love it! I love it like I love you. My heart aches that we were not able to meet years ago. I feel like I have been so deprived," as his fingers run through her curly hair. Looking up into his eyes, "You've done some of your own artwork, haven't you?" as she trails a finger down his bare chest. "Ever think about turning some of that into a tattoo?" "I have. And I'm thinking of a little something right now," he said. "Do you trust me?" "Trust you? Yeah, completely!" "Good, 'cause I have an idea," pulling her towards the shop door, "Oh, and look, they do tattoo removals too!" he points out as a wave of smoke and reggae boils out of the open door. ****** "Hiya," she says. "Hi there, Babydoll! Still having a good time?" his voice reaching her through her cell phone. "Absolutely, although my lower back is sore!" "Yeah? You've been working on a new position with Keith or something?" "Mmm, not exactly. Me and Keith were walking around Kingston this afternoon and we found a funky eclectic little tattoo shop. The tattoo artist, Mo, is a young-ish black guy with the craziest afro. Looks like something from 80's television. Anyways, this guy's work is amazing. The detail and shading of his work is unbelievable. And he uses nothing but homemade tattoo guns made from Bic pens or something like that." She says. "Sounds interesting. Since you know his name, you must have done more than just look in the windows. Did you get a new tattoo or something?" he asks cautiously. "Maybe," she says coyly, "but don't jump ahead, you have to listen to the story!" "Sorry! I can't help it!" he blurts out, "Don't stop, keep going!" "Ok, so, naturally we start talking about tattoos and I started to explain the one on my left side and how it represents many of the things I love about Keith; things that we have in common. Then we start talking to Mo and of course he wants to see all of my tattoos and I even show him the black light one on my lower back. Mo is pretty impressed with quality of most of my ink but he did notice that the AXJ had gotten thick and a bit blurry over the years and offered to touch it up." "Mmm, yeah, I've noticed that too." "So then, Keith and drags Mo off by themselves and they start talking and drawing together in the back of the shop. And I'm getting a little frustrated because Keith is excluding me and won't let me in on the conversation. After a few minutes, Keith comes over and says, 'Do you love me?'. And I'm all, 'Yeah, of course I do! More than you know!'. So he goes, 'I've never felt this way about anyone before. I've never connected with anyone so deeply and loved anyone so much as I do you. I want to add my touch; my art to your canvas. Do you trust me? Will you let me do this?'" "He has a way with words, doesn't he?" Aron asks. "Yeah, he does! But still, you know how much I hate surprises." "You always have." "I know, right? But he won't tell me what he's planning. He just keeps telling me I have to trust him even though it's killing me!" she says. "You're starting to kill me, here! So, what happened?!" "Well, hang on, I have to show you..." her voice trails away as she fumbles with the cell phone. "Ok, go check your email real quick. And please! Please don't be mad at me!" her voice pleading slightly. "Ok, gimme a second here... OK, email from Angie... With an attachment... Let's see what this is... Mmm, I recognize that 'punkin' butt! But the tattoo on your lower back looks different. Wait! What happened to my initials?! Is that a guitar and a microphone?!" He exclaims. "Yep! That's Keith's favorite guitar and microphone in a sort of X shape. I hope you like it! Do you? Please don't be mad!" as her words rush out. "No, I'm not mad! I like it! Seriously, that looks really cool, I think it's great!" "Honestly? You don't mind having Keith's art in place of your initials?" she says somewhat tentatively. "I love it! And I love you! It makes me want you more." He confesses. "Whew, good, I kind of knew you would be cool with it but I still get a little nervous." "I do. I do love it. I like how the guitar and mic are soft and curved. They flow and fit more with the overall design and the color shading on them is perfect! In all honesty, Keith has some real artistic talent; this looks a lot better. It finally looks like a complete tattoo, you know? I mean, the AXJ was all blocky and square and never really fit in with the heart and the rest of the tattoo. This just flows so much better with the heart and the swirls. How did he do it?" "Well, Keith did all the artwork and Mo worked out how to deal with the AXJ. Some parts of the old letters were removed with laser and some was blended into the new stuff. All I know is Mo is a genius, and it took five hours, and hurt like hell!" she said. "Five hours?! This looks amazing but it doesn't seem like it should have taken five hours!" "Well..." she says slowly, "there's more. See how the microphone cable trails off to the left and the guitar cable trails off to the right?" "Yeah..." " Ok, well, check your email again." She says. Clicking through the attachments of the newest email, "Oh, the guitar cable forms the outline of a surfboard on your right hip. Wow, that's actually pretty cool! I definitely like that. I guess the cable also makes something on the left side too, right?" he says clicking through the next of emailed photos. "Aha, so, on the left side the mic cable silhouettes a VW? Dammmnnnn, that's hot!" "Yeah? I hope you like because I definitely like it, it feels so sexy!" she breathes into the phone. "The way the hint of color at one end of the VW then fades out to a silhouette sketch at the other end of the VW is so cool. The surfboard is drawn in the same sort of style too. It's so unbelievable that Keith can be a hot amazing singer and be able to draw like that too. Oh, and have a huge dick too!" she says with a giggle. "Oh baby! You're making me so hard, I don't know if I can take it!" "Well, hold on, there's still more. See how the mic and guitar cable continues around each hip? OK, check your email one more time." "Whoa!..." he says after a long delay. "Is that like 'whoa' good? Or 'whoa' bad?" she says tentatively. "Wwwwwoooowwwww!" comes his slow reply. "Are.... Are you mad?" says her quiet voice. "Nu-uh... Not. At. All! Damn it, this is incredible!" "You sure? I've been kind of scared that you wouldn't like it" "Completely sure. I've never been so sure in my life, truth be told. This is completely stunning! That's brilliant the way the two cables come together from the left and right to form KRH just above your kitty! Is that Keiths actual handwriting?" he asks. "Yeah, it is. Are you sure you like it? I mean, I was pretty scared that it would be too much removing your initials and putting Keith's initials in two inch tall letters on the front. I mean, I love, love, LOVE it! But I want to know that it's OK with you too, you know?" Cruise to Remember Ch. 04 "It's very OK. I love it too, every bit of it!" "Yeah? Even though your initials have been replaced by Keith's?" she asks. "Especially because of that! I can't believe that you would go through with something like that!" he replies enthusiastically. "Well, yeah, being blindfolded and almost naked and then poked and prodded by two men for five hours isn't my idea of a good time!" "Really? Actually, that sounds pretty hot to me!" he says with mischief in his voice. "I bet you'd like that! It was not fun, though. I don't think I could that again for anyone, not even Keith! That hurt like hell!" "Sorry about your pain, but this is so worth it! This is fantastic!" "Well, maybe I could do it again for Keith, but still, that hurt a lot!" she admitted. "Anyways, there's a story that goes with it too. Keith says that the VW represents our shared interests and life experiences from before we met; it's sort of our past. The surfboard represents when we met and came together; that's sort of like the present. Then he put the mic and guitar on my back because those are his passions; and by putting them on me it says that I am also his passion too. As for his initials, he put those where he did because I have some damaged skin there (from the pregnancies, you know) and I've been really self conscious about it. He wanted to put his name there to claim me as his own and so that I'll always be reminded that I am perfect to him. And lastly, if you follow either cable you'll notice that the tattoo forms a continuous circle all the way around me. That so that whenever I hear him sing, I'll always be able to feel his passion surround me no matter where I am. He said he will forever think of me when he sings and he wanted to make sure I know how much he loves me whenever I hear him." She finishes softly. "So, yeah, there you have it." "Wow! I don't even know what to say!" he confesses. "Keith has some crazy style, doesn't he? I mean, he came up with all that on the spot? The inspiration, the drawing, everything?!" "Well, yeah, as far as I know. He couldn't have been planning it for very long, anyways." "Damn, he's good! No wonder you're so head over heels for him!" he confesses. "Yeah..." she says quietly. "Yeah, tell me about it. He's the most amazing person I've ever met. This has been the best week of my life!" "Well, strange as it sounds, me too! Oh babe, I am so lucky! I love you! I love being one of the guys in your life! I wouldn't trade this for anything!" "I think I'm the lucky one! I get to have two of the most amazing guys on earth! Thank you for letting me be who I really am!" she whispered. "That goes for both of us!" he replies. "Ok, I've got to go. I'll talk to you tomorrow." "Alright, send lots of pics! Get laid lots!" he says. "OK, I will. Love you!" "Love you too. Bye!" Cruise to Remember Rocking back and forth, she rides him, his dick filling and stretching her. Placing her hands on his feet she lowers down until her nipples gently graze his shins. His cock buried deep, Keith lets out a groan of exquisite pleasure. Hands freely caress her shoulders and back; wandering around to her breasts he cups and holds her breasts firm. Not wanting to slip into orgasm and bring the experience to an end she slows her pace and reaches for the video camera. She tells herself that she wants to give her husband a great show with some lurid closeups but in reality she wants to see that cock, Keiths cock, sliding and pressing into her pussy up close and personal. Still mounted in reverse she rises up and aims the camera at her crotch. Zooming in she is mesmerized by the action of his dick as it slips in and out, over and over. The moist soft folds of her inner lips cling so tightly to his member on each outstroke and disappearing inside again on each return stroke. Raising up high, the camera captures his thick tool as it pulls from her pussy and finally pops free. Watching her hand on the small screen she grips his shaft and repositions it at the entrance. With agonizing slowness she films his slowly disappearing cock as it eases in inch by inch. Setting the camera down again with the lens angled for a view of the cabin, she returns to concentrating on the pleasures at hand; rocking up and down on her mount and luxuriating in Keiths hands on their exploratory journey all over and in her body. Her teeth lightly nibble at his finger as his hands pass by her face. With frequent stops to squeeze her tits and ass; his fingers return often to her clit. Sometimes just barely grazing, sometimes lingering to rub and circle and still other times pausing to explore the intersection of him in her, his fingers coated with her wetness. Slowing again to prevent orgasm she forces herself to rise up off of him and gets out of bed. "Mmmm, Angie, where are you going?" Keith asks in a soft brogue. "Come on, let's go to the balcony." she says turning to open the sliding door. Stepping outside into the cool night air her nipples harden. Knees shaky with the excitement she leans over the railing; her plentiful breasts spilling over. Looking behind her she coyly wiggles her exposed ass saying, "Well?" Keith wastes no time and swiftly steps up behind her. His left hand gripping her waist his right guiding his shaft into her waiting pussy. Holding her firmly he plunges deep and a gasp escapes her lips as she adjusts to his size. In and again he drives fully into her. Looking down below she sees that the bars are packed and several hundred party-goers jam the pool deck. The thrill of being nude, the naughtiness of having sex out in the open visible to anyone who happens to look up nearly overwhelms her. She thrusts her ass back in rhythm with his tempo. Their pace quickening she feels his balls gently slapping at her legs. Her full breasts bounce with each stroke; rubbing against the cold steel handrail her nipples stiffen like pencil erasers. In a haze of intensifying pleasure she notices a few guys below looking and pointing in their direction. No longer able to fight back her encroaching orgasm she stops Keiths frantic thrusts and spins around. Bracing her hands on the rail behind her, he lifts her easily with his hands embracing her ass. She quickly spreads her legs and wraps them around him locking her ankles behind his back. Using her hands to hold her upper body and Keiths strong arms holding up her lower body she draws her feet inward and forced his hips forward. His tremendous cock sank easily into her pussy. In pure orgasmic reflex there was no stopping either of them now. Keiths thrusts coming faster and faster she no longer felt anything other than his steel hard dick in her. Harder and faster, her body impulsively meeting his every thrust in a savage duel. The familiar tightening began as her pussy clamped down on his shaft. His swollen cock began to erupt while wave after wave of orgasm crashed through her body. An intensity she had never felt before gripped her and she cried out loudly. Again and again she pulled him into her as he released his own torrent into her with a snort of triumph. Thrusting and clenching her orgasm slowly eases and subsides. Gradually she returns to earth and with it the realization of how exhausted she is and how weak her legs feel. Carefully untangling herself from Keith she eases her feet to the floor and attempts to stand upright. Panting and struggling for breath her knees threaten to buckle under her. Keith, having his own difficulties, nearly staggers into the sliding glass door. Suddenly conscious that she is completely nude on the balcony and visible by anyone who happens to look in their direction she slips back into the cabin. Sinking to the edge of the bed she switches off the camera. "You should probably hustle back to your cabin, Keith. I don't want my friend Cathy to know you were here." She says. "Ahh, yeah, of course. Mind I just get dressed first." Keith replies. With a towel wrapped around herself and holding the door for him, Angie gently tugs his shirt as he is leaving. Turning to face her she lays her palm flat against his still racing heart. "Thanks" she whispers desperately trying to keep her voice from cracking as she stares at his chest unable to raise her eyes any further. "Ohh, sweetheart, you were fantastic in bed..." "No," she says cutting him off, "I mean thanks for spending time with me, for making me feel special. You could have any girl on this ship, in the world really. Just, you know, thanks for not brushing me aside and for giving me something I'll always treasure." She says with voice wavering. "No thanks needed. You are mesmerizing and beautiful. Your husband has a wonderful treasure." He says gently raising her chin to meet his eyes. Leaning down he kisses her lips again; she lingers over his embrace reluctant to let him go. "Slán" he says softly turning to go. "Slán" she whispers having learned to say "Goodbye" in Gaelic. Softly letting the door click shut behind her, Angie stands still at the foot of the bed. The evenings events still roiling in her mind; part of her still in shocked disbelief. Scooping up her cell phone and easing down onto the bed she calls home. "Hiya, sweetpea!" Aron says answering the phone. "Hiya yourself" she replies. "Whatcha been doin' so late?" her husband asks. "Ohhh, you know, just... being naughty..." she says coyly. "Really... how naughty?" comes his drawn out reply "Very... naughty..." her voice practically slinking over the phone line. "Oh baby... I love the sound of that! And I love the sound of you!"