0 comments/ 37737 views/ 2 favorites Cruising Ch. 02 By: HarryOrwell The first day in port was St. Thomas, USVI. Mona had heard Casey come in the previous night, saying goodnight to Young Tom at the cabin door with a long kiss. Why can't I be more like her, Mona wondered. I'm so plain,and she's so vibrant! That Tom was 20 years younger than both of us. I can't even get a married 80 year old to look at me! Which was not true, men would look, but Mona did nothing to enhance her appearance. As they rode the open-air bus to Magen's Bay that next morning, Mona decided to bring it up. "So, you and Tom, huh?" Casey gave her a sly smile from behind her big sunglasses. "He's a very sweet young man." "I'm sure he is. Did you make any plans with him?" "Mona, don't worry, I'm not gonna abandon you. But you have to make an effort to have some fun. Hell, we're on vacation, in exotic places. Live a little!" "I wish I had your confidence, Casey." "Confidence? It's just a matter of not giving a shit. If Tom didn't like me, there are 1,500 other men on board, plus crew! You need an attitude. An 'I Don't Give A Shit attitude." At the beach, they got lounges from the locals, and spread out, Mona in her blue one-piece, with white trim, which covered her almost completely. Casey, on the other hand had a white one-piece, low in front and back. She kept her hoop ear rings on, looking for a bit of flash, with makeup. Casey turned to her. "First, you need some color! You're so pale! Get that thing off your shoulders, let the sun bake you, feel it warm you down deep, in that special place, and enjoy it!" Mona laughed. "Everything is so sexual to you." "We are all sexual creatures, Mona. That's why women spend billions on looking good and men spend billions on women!" When they arrived back at the ship, both were red-faced, and it made Mona look more alive. As they headed for their cabin, Casey grabbed her arm and they took the elevator to the Viking lounge, which was open. They had a drink at the bar, and Casey whispered how she had gotten Tom up here and had gotten caught performing oral on him. Mona was mortified. "Oh My God! Really, right there?" "Really. I should have Tom take you up here, you'd love it!" Mona blushed at the thought. They retired back to their cabin and both were loose from the sun and the cocktails. Casey looked Mona over. "Would you let me dress you?" Moan was shocked. "What?" "Not Undress you, Silly!" Casey knew Mona was not ready to experiment with another girl, although Casey wouldn't have minded. "Let me put your makeup on you, fix your hair. Pick out your clothes for tonight." "I don't know..." "Come on, nobody knows us here, it will be fun! Like a pajama party!" An hour later, after showering, Casey went to work, along with the Magnum of champagne from room service. They sat across from each other, Mona so nervous, feeling awkward, as Casey applied coats of mascara, eye shadow, liner, and lip gloss. She carefully blew Mona's hair out, away from her face, then she spun her around. "Have a look!" Mona couldn't believe the face staring back at her. With the sunburn adding a glow, Casey had used colors and shades that accentuated her cheeks, her eyes. "Well, what do you think?" "I... I look painted!" "That's the look, honey, the allure. I think you look great!" Not wanting to hurt her friend, Mona agreed. It was an improvement, for sure, but she wouldn't do all this on her own. Casey selected a red cocktail dress, that seemed surprisingly out of place in Mona's wardrobe, along with 3 inch heels, from Casey's collection that happened to fit. Casey wore a black dress, too tight and too short for Mona's taste, but Casey wasn't dressing for Mona. Mona walked awkwardly through the lounges, trailed by Casey, who noted the eyes following them both. Apparently she had done a good job. At the corner of the Martini Bar stood Young Tom, in a plain black suit, looking tanned and handsome, like a young James Bond, ready for action. Mona paused at the door, and Casey saw that Tom had spotted Mona, a quizzical look on his face, like recognition, but he was unsure. He looked Mona up and down as she stood and turned back to Casey. Casey nodded. "There's Tom in the corner. Let's say hello." They moved together, two cougars slinking through the underbrush, approaching the herd of male gazelles, sorting out their targets. Tom seemed surprised when he saw Casey, and suddenly knew why Mona looked familiar. They chatted about their days, what they'd done, and Casey was amused at how Tom stared at Mona. "He's smitten," she thought. "Maybe Mona could get a little excitement after all!" Some women would be jealous but not Casey. She had already spotted a blond guy, who seemed closer to her age, giving her the once-over, and she had flashed her award winning smile at him. "So, Tom, what do you think?" "Huh? About what?" "About our little friend Mona? What do you think of the new look?" Mona blushed and did the old "Come on, don't do this." Tom stared, then straightened. "Mona, no offense but you look spectacular. Did you girls go for a Spa treatment or something?" Casey smiled broadly. "See, I told you you look hot!" Tom stumbled on, "I didn't mean you didn't look nice before..." Mona smiled and patted Tom's arm on the bar. "I know, thanks. Casey thinks I'm her Barbie doll." Casey couldn't believe how smoothly Mona had handled that, even making contact with the target! Attitude! The bartender leaned in to Casey. "The gentleman down the end would like to buy you a cocktail." Casey looked and it was Blondie, his glass in the air, saluting her. She smiled coyly, and said, "Pour it down there. I'll be there in a minute." To Tom and Mona she said, "I thought I recognized him! It's one of my old clients, Jim, down the other end." They saw the tall blond smiling back at them, and she continued. "I'm gonna go say hi. You two stay out of trouble, okay? Don't do anything I wouldn't do." She winked and away she went. Mona's confidence was shaken. She was alone! Don't panic! Tom was just as happy. Casey was fun last night, but he wasn't looking for a steady for the next six days. And he hadn't really spoken to Mona last night. And she looked awesome! But she seemed ready to run as soon as Casey left. "Listen," he said. "If you have somewhere to go, don't let me hold you back." "Me? Oh, no. I mean, you must want to circulate, find someone your own age." He laughed. "Women my age are looking for Mr. Right and I'm just getting out of that. Actually, I'm beginning to develop an appreciation for more... experienced women." She smiled back at him. "If by experienced, you mean older, Casey and I fit that!" "I had an aunt who said, 'You're only as old as you act,' and she was still dating at 82 when she died!" "Well, we're not nearly that old!" "Good, another drink, then?" An hour later Casey came back to let them know that 'Bob' was escorting her to a show, maybe she would see them later. Tom smiled after she left. "I thought his name was Jim!" Mona chuckled. "We were just dumped! It's not the first time!" "Like last night? Sorry about that!" "Oh don't be!" Feeling bold from assorted cocktails, she continued. "Casey has that affect on men. But, the Viking Lounge? Wow!" Tommy's jaw dropped, he blushed. "She... told you?" Moan saw he was upset and felt bad immediately. "I'm so sorry, Tom, we went up there for a drink before and she mentioned you were there, and I guess I sort of dragged it out of her." Tom shrugged. "Yeah, it was pretty unusual for me, too. I hope she didn't go into too much detail." Mona thought how Casey was impressed by the huge pink head atop his thick eight inch shaft, and her eyes drifted unconsciously to his crotch. He followed her eyes and said "Oh, God, now I'm really embarrassed!" She realized her actions and grabbed his hand. "I'm so sorry, again. And there's nothing to be embarrassed about. She was totally complimentary! To the point that she was raving about it!" Casey sucked my cock, he thought, swallowed my cum, cleaned me up, then smiled at the audience, and now she's telling Mona about it? What's this? My God, I'm getting hard here! He thought for a second and said, "It was pretty funny when the other couple showed up!" "I wish I would have been there to see it!" Tom looked into Mona's eyes and said, "What, their expression or ours?" She looked at his crotch again, and saw the outline. "You...I mean yours, both of yours!" She was against the wall, Tom facing her, the crowd behind him. Without breaking eye contact, he took her free hand and after a slight hesitation, she allowed him to move it below bar level, where no one could see, and he placed it on his half-erection. Still staring, she squeezed it, feeling the life pulse through it. They both breathed deeply, and he said, "Come to my cabin?" "I don't know, Casey..." "Mona, don't you see? Casey set this all up. If she didn't plan it, she encouraged it. You know you want to." He leaned forward and kissed her trembling lips softly. With what seemed to be her last breath, she said, softly, "Okay." Tom signed for his bill, left a generous tip, and they drifted through the crowd, him leading , holding her hand. At the elevator, they just stared, didn't say a word. He unlocked the door and she entered, the cabin identical to hers, the moonlight shining through the balcony doors. He turned her to him and they kissed and she knew she had way too much to drink but didn't care. She didn't care that he could be her son. She just wanted him, to please him, to be pleased by him. He grasped her ass and held it close to him, and he began to grow again. She felt it and thought of Casey sucking him, it was so erotic. It was so warm that she hadn't worn pantie hose, and his hand and her flesh were separated by her thin white panties, and the red fabric of her dress. he felt the looseness of her cheeks, and marveled at how soft she was. She saw the light switch and hit it, darkening the room. He went to turn them on, and she whispered, "Please, leave them off." She was more comfortable with her body in the dark for this young man, not the light. He shrugged at that, and as his eyes adjusted to the moonlight, it didn't seem to matter so much. He had her dress up, almost to her waist, when he realized she had just panties. He slid his hand inside and she quivered and moaned as he kneaded her flesh and she felt herself moisten. He had his jacket and tie off and he laid her back on the bed, lifting the red dress up and away, and the panties seemed so white as he knelt before her and hooked his fingers in the elastic and tugged. She grabbed at them, afraid this was happening too fast, but he would not be denied. They were down and off before she could protest. She had a thin black patch of soft hair and he let his fingers toy with it, while he carefully, slowly, pried her legs apart, then got in between her knees. He kissed the soft insides of her thighs as she lay there, thinking of all the Harlequin novels she had read, how they had excited her, but not like this! He took his time, kissing, tracing circles with his tongue, in no rush. He was just outside the zone now and every kiss sent sparks through her system, and her head rolled on the pillow, wondering if he could possibly be this good. He had her fully spread and the cool air blew across her clit, and then he made impact, his rough, hard tongue stroked the length of her clit and she screamed something neither one understood other than pleasure. He felt her body shaking violently, and she held his head to her, giving wave after wave of orgasm. She laid there, breathing heavily. Tom rested on her lap, his face covered in her juices. He kissed her clit occasionally and finally wiped his face dry on his shirt, not wanting to gross her out. As he rose off her, she stared at him. "You okay?" he asked. She smiled. "Better than okay, great!" She pulled him down on her and they kissed, and she fumbled with his pants. Her few sexual partners were very formal about it, undress before you hid under the covers, then he would rise over her, still hidden by the blankets. Tom stood and pulled her to her feet. She still wore the dress, which he unhooked the back and slid it off her shoulders and her pink bra covered what he figured to be 36B cups. They stood, undressing each other as they kissed. Tom wasted no time with the bra tossing that aside and hefting her slightly sagging breasts.His slacks fell along with his boxers, and his eight inches stood out, hard and firm. They continued kissing and she whispered, "Can I suck it?" "I'd prefer you ride it." He pulled her down on top of him, and he got her knees apart. Being on top was new to her. She had read about it, but never did expect to do it. She hovered over him, unsure of herself but he lowered her down to where his head was just tickling her pubic hair. He couldn't believe how soft it felt, but she was too hot now to play games. He held his shaft, and moved the tip up and down her slit and she moaned and that only spurred him on. He raised his hips, forcing the big head passed her tight wet lips, and she opened for him, blossoming as he entered her, and he body trembled. He thrust and pulled until he was totally inside her, and again, she let out this loud moan! "Oh, Mona!" he breathed, as he felt her tighten on him, as tight as any young girl he had been with, even tighter! She stayed rigid as he backed out, then plunged again. With each thrust she moaned. He had been with cursers, yellers, even criers, but never one who seemed to love each stroke as much as Mona. Her body began to loose its tension with time but the noises kept coming from deep inside her. It was such a turn-on to get such a rousing endorsement of his prowess before the encore! He began slamming harder, faster, and her barks became sharper, crisper until finally one long AAAARGGGGGhhhh!!!! The hair on his neck stood on end. She slumped onto him, so totally spent, shaking, weeping, sobbing. "Oh, Tommmmmmm! God! What did you do to me???" She was kissing him, licking his neck, snuggling, then finally, she said "You have to cum, I have to make you cum!" "Almost ready, almost!" and he began moving again, and she slapped into him, barking at him. "Fuck me with your prick, Baby, give me that big hard cock! Yeah, that's it, like that, faster, more, fill me up!" And he did. He arched his back and released as she felt it warm inside her. She flung her head back. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" They laid there, kissing, whispering compliments. Through the moon light, he could see her makeup smeared from her tears. He was sure she was not the beauty he saw earlier, and when she slipped out of his arms and dressed, he let her go. She never turned the light on, he assumed she wanted to escape with the way they remembered it, not wanting to look like the matron again. She kissed him, softly, thanked him again, and was gone. He washed up, looked at his watch, still early for a vacation night. And he could use a drink. He slid into his cargo shorts and a tee and sandals. Formal night was over and he wanted to relax. He was sure Mona was back in her cabin and he hoped she had as much fun as him. They would run into each other again, he was sure, and how she acted would determine his course of action. He definitely hoped for a Round Two. At the Martini Bar, he downed a beer quickly, letting the taste wash her juices away. On the second one, the door opened and in swept Casey, trailed by two women he didn't recognize. She spotted him and led the ladies his way. "What happened to you? You looked so nice in your suit?" He smiled, "I decided to change. What happened to Jim Bob?" She smiled, coyly. "He wound up being here with his wife! Too many single men to chase, I don't play with married men!" The other ladies showed their agreement, and she said, "And, our friend?" "Resting comfortably, I imagine," he replied, smiling at their inside jokes. "And where are you headed? The Viking Lounge?" "Oh, Tom, you're so evil! But that's an idea! These are my new friends Ruby and Candy. Aren't they such fun names?" He shook both their hands and bought them a round, Ruby taking the Apple Martini with a smile and a wink. She was older than both Mona and Casey, as was Candy, probably close to 60, if not older. They were definitely sizing Tom up, and he enjoyed being the center of attention and flirting. Based on the jewelry, clothes and makeup, they were used to this life style. Casey said, "We're heading for the disco, the girls said it's not for kids but I'm sure we can get you in!" They all laughed heartily. "What the hell, it's still early." Cruising Ch. 03 "What the hell, it's still early," Tom said, as he followed the three of them to the Disco. At twenty seven, on his first cruise, he had made friends with Mona and Casey, both in their forties and on vacation. Tom was on what was to be his honeymoon, but she dumped him, and he couldn't get his money back, so he decided to take it alone. Casey was the outgoing one, never flustered or unsure about her sexuality which ran pretty deep. On that first night, she had gotten Tom alone in the Viking Lounge, a circular bar which happened to be closed when they got there. No matter! Casey had let Tom know she was here for a good time, and went on to prove it by sucking his cock, right there, and had even been caught by another couple looking for their own hiding place. The second night, Mona had gone through a transformation. Casey had convinced her to do a make-over like on Oprah. Mona went from being Olive Oyl to Jessica Rabbit, with Casey's and Vodka Martini's help. Casey had made a point of leaving them together, Tom and Mona, after she saw the attraction. After a false start with a married man, she was back at the Martini bar with two new friends in tow, both 60 or better, wealthy, based on their appearance, and both looking for fun. After finding Tom alone, and establishing her roomie was in fact back in her cabin sleeping it off, she had led her entourage to the Disco, which now had only adults, all the kids in bed. Ruby and Candy, the two new women, could have been sisters, and maybe they were. Ruby had red hair, as her name would imply and Candy was blond. Both had work done, but not radical surgery, a nip here, a tuck there, and they wore their skirts short and their heels high. Tom was enjoying the attention, even though the two new ones were thirty years older than he, and Casey was about twenty. He had already had a sample of Casey with the BJ and would not be averse to trying her on again. The music pulsated and the "girls" were out there, shaking their things, almost showing off for Tom. Casey and Candy danced with guys in their fifties, who were obviously on the make. This left Ruby pressed together with Tom. "So," she almost shouted over the noise. "How close are you and Casey?" "We just met yesterday," he replied. "Really?" She eyed him suspiciously. "You two seemed pretty friendly." "Yes, she's a very friendly person, as you can see." She was pressed against him, her cologne filling his nostrils. It wasn't cheap, but it was a little too much for him. "So, she wouldn't be jealous?" "Of what?" Her hand felt his front panel of his cargo shorts. "Of if I tried to steal you away?" He felt her closeness and scent had already caused the wanted response. His cock was throbbing again, now over an hour after Mona, fully recovered. She found his cock and whispered, "Your very attractive, Tom, do you have a big cock?" He laughed, feeling it grow in her hand. "You sure aren't shy!" "Baby, I'm here for a good time. If you can't handle the age difference, that's your problem. Just say so, and I'll be gone, but judging from how your cock is responding, I think I have your attention." She was stroking it now, and he thought she may fall to her knees right there. "What about Candy?" "She's a big girl, she can find her own man!" "Where to?" "Our suite, baby, in ten minutes." She gave him to cabin number, said goodnight to the others and was gone. Fuck, man, what kind of cruise is this? he wondered. He gave her a head start, then started mentioning how tired he was from the long day. Candy said, "Bye, Honey," and went back to dancing. Casey smiled that knowing smile he had come to recognize. "You only go around once, Baby, have all the fun you can!" She put her arms around his neck and they kissed, her tongue darting out, seeking his. After a minute, she broke and said, "Before this cruise is over, save one more dance for me, Baby! You owe me big time!" She went back to dancing and he finished his drink. He did owe her, for the bj, for fucking Mona, and now for introducing Ruby. And he would give her a great big fuck for it! He found his way to the rear of the ship, the last cabin door. He knocked and she opened immediately. "I was hoping I hadn't scared you away!" "I don't scare that easily." She had called for room service, they had delivered a Champagne bucket full of his brand beer along with another with champagne for her. They were in the common area of a two-bedroom suite, major bucks! Probably over ten grand for the week. It led to a large balcony that peered off the back of the ship. She had changed, was wearing a black sheer robe over an equally sheer night gown that oozed of money. Black three inch pumps made her as tall as he. She held her chest out proudly and he wondered how they felt. The robe lay open, and the neckline went almost to her navel. Tom didn't care how old she was, she was hot and she knew it. "So, what do you think?" she asked. "Nice room?" "You know that's not what I meant." "Just teasing, you look good enough to eat." "Hmmm, one of my favorite things!" She flowed into his arms and he held her, and they kissed and her tongue darted out. These older babes, he thought, he don't waste time! So, he didn't either, slid his hand into the robe and found her tit, firm and high, definitely worked on, but not rock hard like those porn queens, much more like a 20 year old's. He teased her nipple while her hand was working on his belt buckle, in a hurry and Tom wondered if Candy was the reason. If so, they should move into her bedroom. He tried to lead her that way, and she said, "No, I want us naked, here, I want to look at you." The exact opposite of Mona, he thought, so shy about her body. Her robe fell to the floor as she struggled with his belt and he chuckled at her frustration. "Here, let me help." She was watching him, her eyes hungry, and his body tingled from being so desired. He slid them down and she reached inside, while biting his tongue, and she wrapped her hand around his shaft, stroking. Tom felt a draft behind him and heard the door click closed. There stood Candy, staring at them, and Tom felt like his girl's mom just caught them. "Oh, Dear," she said, "I'm interrupting!" Ruby ran her hands down Tom's chest, staring at her sister. "Tom doesn't mind, do you Tom?" Ruby looked serious and Candy looked hopeful and Tom thought, this is fucking amazing. He looked sheepishly back and forth. "I'll try my best!" Ruby said, "I'm sure you will, baby!" as she slid to her knees and pulled his boxers with her. Candy didn't hesitate which convinced Tom this was no accident. She stepped close, looked down at Ruby who was licking his tip. "Oh, Ruby, he's so big!" "Yes, I know, I felt him at the club!" Her ruby red lips engulfed his head and she slurped the shaft. Candy's hands were on Tom's chest and she circled his nipples as she tentatively kissed his lips. He shot his tongue out, and she sucked on it while Ruby sucked his cock. She tweaked his nipples and they hardened. Tom grabbed her breast through her dress and they must have used the same surgeon. She reached behind and unzipped it and let it fall, stepping out of it. Ruby rose. "Time to move!" She dragged Tom to the bedroom by his cock, and sent him flying. He landed on his back and Ruby went back to work. Candy undressed as she approached him, the black bra falling away, those gorgeous tits! She flung her panties for effect as she climbed on, lowering her hairless pussy onto his face. They were tigresses, alternating positions. Ruby was trimmed but not shaved so he could keep track. Candy had mounted his cock while Ruby sat on his face. He looked up to see the old hotties exchanging long hot kisses, and he thought of his good fortune again. Great sex, no strings, even a show! He squirmed out and repositioned them, this time Candy on her back, with Ruby licking her clit while Tom pounded Ruby from behind! Candy climaxed at that, with Ruby slobbering up her juices. They kissed and shared it, and Tom continued to pound Ruby hard and fast. After another minute, Ruby shuddered and exploded and Candy crawled under them and lapped at his scrotum while he continued to fuck her sister. Ruby sprawled on the mattress, saying, "No, no more, please!" and Candy took over, with Tom behind her, and Ruby cheering them on. His body twitched and gave, and he shot what cum he had left into Candy and she shuddered and moaned. Ruby took the opportunity to move in and drink the cum, then sharing it with her sister in a long, slow kiss. Then she was up, running to the other room, returning. "Champagne, more champagne!" They passed the bottle around, even Tom who hated the stuff. He looked at the two, and they smiled and held each other. "Well, ladies, you sure know how to show a guy a good time." Ruby spoke. "Baby, speaking for both of us, I don't see why that Casey didn't jump your bones!" Candy chuckled, "Maybe she's shy!" Seeing the girls continue their caresses, Tom knew that his work was done here. They had gotten what they wanted from him. In fact, he would have felt used if he hadn't enjoyed it so much. He dressed and kissed Candy, who said, "We'll have more cocktails, Honey, we have the whole week!" Ruby slipped on the thin black robe and walked him to the door. She handed him a business card, she and Candy had a Real Estate company in Ft. Lauderdale. She kissed him, gently. "That was special, Baby. If we don't get together again, this week, give us a call when you get back home. If you are in the area and need a place to crash, one or both of us would love to have you. And we have plenty of lady-friends who would love to meet you, I'm sure!" She patted his ass as he walked out, and Tom realized just how tired he was now. And he thought with a smile, "I don't know if I can make it five more days!" Cruising Ch. 04 Tom slept late on Day III, St. Maarten. He awoke at 8, late for him. He was exhausted, having spent Monday shopping in St. Thomas, and that night with 3 women in 2 separate events. He showered, went to full breakfast, not just the buffet, wanting to slow his pace down and enjoy the luxury of cruising. He was randomly assigned a table as he entered the Dining Room, and the 8 others at the table exchanged brief pleasantries, being from diverse groups, then lapsed into their own chats, which was fine with Tom: It gave him time to sort out the events so far. The first night he had met Casey and Mona, and somehow wound up alone with Casey, getting a blow-job in what they thought was an empty lounge. It turned out, another couple had watched while looking for their own hideaway. Pretty wild for a forty-something. The second night, Mona, the room mate had turned out to be as horny as her friend, coming to Tom's cabin for a round of wrestling that left her exhausted, but not Tom. He went back out and met Ruby and Candy, two sixty-somethings who defied age and gravity and double-teamed him into his current state, worn out. One group, who saved a chair was 2 men and a woman in their sixties. One was annoyed that Claire was never ready, always late, holding everyone up. The others hushed him. "When she gets here, you're just gonna say 'Hi Honey' like you always do, so don't fuss," The woman said. "And besides," the other man said, "we don't have plans today anyway!" With that, they heard, "Sorry I'm late, everybody." The complainer jumped up. "Oh, don't worry about it, Honey, we didn't mind at all." The other two smirked at Claire, who sat across from Tom and smiled at him. "Hi, I'm Claire." Tom stared, mesmerized. She was a black woman, about 40, tall, dark-skinned, with long black hair, pushed up under a straw hat. When she removed it, her hair tumbled down across her shoulders. Tom wiped his mouth, and put out his hand, "Hi, I'm Tom." She took it and her smile grew, large white teeth contrasted against dark brown smooth skin. Her almond shaped eyes, were almost almond colored, and Tom assumed they must be contacts. Very captivating and attractive. She ordered, and they spoke of spa treatments and whirlpools, things they could do today aboard ship. "How about you, Tom? What are your plans?" "I've never been to St. Maarten, I thought I'd so some shopping, have a look around." "You're traveling alone?" Claire asked. He gave a brief synopses of his tale of woe, how his fiancee had backed out on the wedding, and he couldn't get a refund on the cruise, so he had come alone. They all seemed genuinely sad for him, which wasn't his intention, but just to see Claire's expression was worth it. She looked as if about to cry. What a fox! The breakfasts were served, and conversation showed that Claire was married to Henry, the complainer. She was his second wife, and he doted over her. The other couple were Henry's life-long friends. Tom had more coffee, looking over the map of the island, which showed the shops and scenic spots, when Claire announced, "You know, we haven't been here in a while. I think I'll do some shopping, too, if you don't mind the company, Tom." They were stunned, especially Henry. "But, I thought we'd get massages." She patted his hand. "And you should, Baby. You'll be all loosey-goosey when I get back, and you can take me dancing! That will be fun, right?" Tom just watched the discussion, then Henry resigned himself and said to Tom, "If you would be so kind, I would appreciate it if you watched out for my Claire. She has a habit of over-shopping, or loosing track of time. I'd hate for her to miss the boat." Claire laughed, loudly. "Oh, Henry, you worry so much! I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself! But, Tom, it is more fun to shop with someone. If you'll have me, I'll buy you a drink?" Tom looked around the table. He really didn't know where to go, and Claire sure seemed like fun, so what the hell! "I'll meet you on the dock in 15 minutes!" He put on his 30-SPF so he wouldn't fry in the tropical sun, his sunglasses and Yankee hat, with sneakers and cargo shorts and tee, he looked just like a tourist. Off-ship, she stood to the side, the big straw hat and shades, her hair held back in a ribbon now. She wore a one-piece white swim suit, with a floral wrap. Her breasts shown from a thin sheen of sweat, cleavage everywhere. She waved and smiled broadly when she saw him. They were loaded on the open-air bus where you are crammed together, and Tom could smell cocoa butter oils on her, she was so close. She spoke animatedly about St. Maarten, the shops, the market place, and did not seem concerned by their bodies so close,as if an every-day event. Ten minutes later, they off-loaded into the crowded narrow streets, and since 2 other cruise ships were in port too, it was especially jammed. She held his hand so they wouldn't separate. His hangover was gone, and he thoroughly enjoyed her, laughing, stories about life, her previous career as a model before meeting Henry. They had known each other for 29 years, and when his wife passed away 4 years ago, he proposed to her. He spent on her lavishly, and allowed her freedom and money to do things she wished. She didn't mention sex, but Tom couldn't picture him keeping up with her, especially at their ages, her about 45, he found out, and Henry 68. In and out of shops, with Claire trying on different articles, some very sexy. In one lingerie store, she tried an outfit on, and called him to the fitting room. "What do you think? I didn't want to walk out like this?" It was white, very sheer, so thin Tom could see right through it, and she had only put on the top. Her breasts stood high and firm and her nipples stuck out proudly. He stared, and she laughed. "Cat got your tongue?" "Yeah, something like that! It's... stunning!" "So, do you think Henry will like it?" "As long as you don't tell him you modelled it for me, he'd have to like it if he's still breathing!" "Well, judging by your expression, if he doesn't, I can always wear it for you!" Tom looked into her eyes, and even though she was smiling, he knew she was serious. "There's no chance he won't like it, but if need be, I'm available." "I bet you are, Sweetie! Now, get out of here, so I can dress!" After a few hours, with hands full of bags, including a fedora that Claire bought for Tom, they found a bar overlooking the bay. She led the way to a booth out of the way. People coming in from the sun would take 5 minutes for their eyes to adjust enough to see them. She had a Pina Colada and he had a large cold beer. She sat so close, their bodies touched, and he had long given up on staying away from her, with the hand-holding, and almost naked posing. She toasted new friends and held the frosty drink up. "Oooh, that's so cold! Feel!" She reached under the table and put the cold hand on his inner thigh and he almost jumped! She laughed, raucously, as he grabbed around her shoulder and said, "What am I gonna do with you?" She looked serious for the first time and said, "I hope you're gonna kiss me, and soon." He didn't hesitate. Their lips met, hers were so soft, chilled from the cocktail. Her tongue was out before he could make a move and her hand was warm on his thigh now, squeezing it. When they broke, she said, "Well, your ex must have been a fool to leave a kisser like that!" He smiled and said, "Claire, I really like you, and I'm flattered that you like me, but i have this rule about married women." He stared at her for her reaction, and she patted his cheek. "Dear Tom, so noble, too. If it makes you feel any better, Henry and I have an arrangement. As long as I don't flaunt it, he understands that his age and health prevent him from meeting my needs. That's why I sat here, to be discreet." Tom thought, this is the vacation of all time! "Are you sure?" She chuckled. "If you require a note, forget it. But he knew when I said I was going to town with you, what that meant." "So, what now?" "To your cabin, I hope!" They caught the next bus back, and kept glancing, smiling, and Tom's eyes traveled over her body. He remembered the tits, and nipples, but those hips, and legs. It was no surprise that she was a model. Now, having filled out from her model's figure, she was the perfect Vargas Girl. Back on board, Tom opened the cabin door, picking up a note, in a woman's writing, probably from one of his growing harem. She moved in behind him, her arms around his waist, loose enough for him to turn and face her. They kissed warmly as the latch closed and her hands roamed his body, his chest, arms, hips, and crotch, clamping on his growing cock. Their tongues swirled as they gasped for each other. She whispered, "We don't have much time, baby, but I need you bad!" He slid the straps of the swimsuit off her shoulders and her breasts rolled out, as fine as in the white fabric and he bit at her nipples as she tore off her wrap and shoved her swimsuit to the floor. "Give me that cock, Baby, I need your big cock inside me," she groaned as she clawed at his shorts, finally getting them over his hips while he slid his shirt over his head. When he looked down, she was on the floor, stroking him, smiling. "Yeah, that's it, Baby, nice and big and hard!" She slurped saliva over the head, spitting then working it in, then wrapping those huge soft lips around it as he held her head. After a moment, she was up, turning away from him, bent at the waist, leaning against the mattress. "Come on, Baby, you know you're ready. Stick that thing in my hot pussy now, Baby!" Tom grabbed her hips, and moved in behind her, and she reached under and guided him in. "Yeah, Baby, that's the spot, give it to me, Baby, make me feel you inside me!" She was moving around like a butter churn. They were covered with sweat in the air-conditioned cabin, so much of it sweat from passion. She was grunting, still talking when she could, moving back hard and fast, then easing away. She shuddered under him, but he wasn't ready, for all the action the last few days, he was able to hold out and give her the ride she needed. She screamed out, "Oh, Baby, I'm coming, I'm coming!" and she kept moving, even though her rhythm was lost, a clear sign she was gone. She spun around, sitting on the bed, taking Tom's 8 inches in her mouth again, jerking and sucking, tasting her own juices. She was looking up at Tom, urging him on with her eyes, wanting him to cum the way he made her cum. "Yes, Baby, come for Claire, come Baby!" Tom pushed her back on the bed and climbed over her, spreading her below him and they were face-to-face, fucking for all they had, and Claire felt the urge building again from his passion and they stared into each other's eyes, both blazing, while she kept moaning and calling for him to fuck her harder, to cummmm! He gave in then, spurting his white-hot sperm into her sweet cocoa hole, and he emptied his load deep. He collapsed on her, fully spent, and they were both lumps of human flesh, piled high and hot, for a good 5 minutes before he stirred and she slid out. He laid there, watching that brown body, marveling at his good fortune. She dressed and spoke softly as she did. "I had a wonderful time, Baby. You're a sweetheart. And such a gentleman! Henry will be so pleased that you watched out for me, kept me safe. Maybe we'll see you later? What lounge do you prefer, and what time? Henry tends to tire early on cruises, so maybe we can... if you want I mean, it's totally up to you of course, but I'm sure Henry would like to express his thanks." Tom told her the Martini bar was nice, and she bent and gave him a warm slow kiss. "Let me know if you want to go ashore tomorrow. I know a very secluded beach!" She winked and waved, and was gone. Tom smiled and nodded off for a well-deserved nap.