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Seven Nights in the Caribbean Ch. 01

By: kinkynkazoo



"That's it! I can't stand this anymore." Lisa yelled at Darren. 

"You don't even care about me, about my needs! I'm leaving!" she continued. 

"Fine! Leave then!" Darren returned. 

Lisa stormed out and never looked back. She and Darren had been losing grip on their relationship over the past several months and with the passing of her grandmother and mother, the stress had become too much for Lisa to handle. Her thoughts of Darren had turned from one of attraction to total disgust over the last seven years. 

Darren is a typical male, her friends would say. One who is concerned with his own interests and not yours. 

Lisa was a true child of the nineties, head strong, self sufficient, confidant that she could do anything she wanted as well as any man, and she wanted out of this relationship. 

They had been a couple ever since Lisa was a junior in college. She met Darren at the local college pub on her 21st birthday and felt an immediate attraction. Inexperienced in the ways of love, Lisa found herself attracted to his tall frame and sandy blonde hair. 

Darren had been paying very close attention to her that evening and she knew that he wanted her from the start. Darren however didn't push her the first night which attracted Lisa even more, a true southern gentleman, she would tell herself. 

Lisa was not allowed to date without a chaperone until turning eighteen. Years later she would determine that her attraction was to the freedom from her strict upbringing and not so much Darren. 

Seven years and a lot of mental abuse later, Lisa had come to realize that Darren was never going to treat her the way she wanted, the way she was supposed to be treated. Her lack of experienced kept Lisa from ever knowing what she was missing, but she had heard other woman talk about their great sex lives and Lisa began to wonder. 

When Darren came home one night smelling of beer and sex, she knew that she was over him. Darren even tried to have sex with Lisa that same night, but he only wanted to fuck. Thoughts of Lisa's enjoyment were the last thing on his mind. Lisa knew then that she could leave without feeling any guilt. 

Frequently reminiscing about that night, Lisa convinced herself it was the right decision. She and Darren had planned on taking a winter cruise together; they had booked it and paid for it in full. Now it was only a week away and Lisa was considering canceling the whole trip, however, when she found out she couldn't get any of her money back, she decided that she would take the vacation alone. 

The week prior to her vacation was filled with troubles. Her job was making many demands as a production manager, but with the added stress of taking a vacation alone, it only made the work issues seem worse. 

Lisa had decided before entering college that she wanted to be a career woman and this added work was the price she would pay. Family life could wait. Now that her career was well entrenched, she looked forward to any rewards that might come along. 

Traveling was nothing new to her, but vacations were usually a weekend to a Florida beach or along the Alabama coast, nothing ever exotic. That's why she was looking forward to this cruise, she was actually going to leave the country and sail off to the Caribbean beaches she'd seen in the travel brochures. 

The day had come and Lisa was still considering not going. It took Herculean effort to drag herself to the airport, but after several months since the breakup, Lisa realized this would be her best opportunity to make a new start. She boarded her Delta flight from Huntsville and flew non stop to Miami where she then took a taxi to the Port of Miami and boarded her cruise ship. 

Passengers milled about the ship, making themselves accustomed to the nuances of the ships layout, locating the bars and restaurants and waiting for their luggage to arrive to their cabins. 

Lisa was no different. She walked to her cabin on the Sky deck, cabin 108 her ticket read. It was large for a cruise ship, with a large floor to ceiling window and balcony that overlooked the pool deck. 

Lisa was well armed with her latest Stephen King novel and began to read while sitting on her balcony. A loud laughter arose from the deck below and Lisa was drawn to a dark haired man. He was older than her, she thought, maybe forty? She watched him for a moment, her eyes searching the deck for a female companion and finding none. 

"That doesn't mean he's alone Lisa." she scolded herself. 

Still, she watched him. His smile was genuine and his manner seemed confident. He looked comfortable while sitting at the table with the others. He was not the center of attention, but it obviously didn't bother him. 

"Does he know those people? He must! What am I thinking?" 

Lisa returned to her book, but not before she snuck another look at the dark haired man. 

Part TWO 

Alan D'Entremont was a hard worker. His company had survived the rough times and was again thriving. Sales were approaching the previous watermark of four years ago, so he decided to reward his sales staff by taking them on a cruise. 

Having recently divorced his wife of twenty one years, Alan was taking the trip as a bachelor, which was something new for him. The divorce was a direct result of Alan trying desperately to save his company from going bankrupt, which left little time for his wife. She found a new lover and left him as a single man for the past year. He vowed never to settle down again. 

Alan was enjoying the company of his employee's and wanted to make sure to entertain them, but didn't want to interfere with their vacation, so he made arrangements to take a tour of the ship and left them at their table saying that he'd see them later that evening at dinner. 

He tipped his head back to finish his drink and noticed a dark haired woman looking in his direction. She was younger than him that was obvious. Long dark hair, mid-back, maybe longer, ample breasts and toned body. She wore white shorts and a sleeveless knit top and she had a book in her hands, but Alan couldn't make out the title or author. 

The one thing he could make out was her beauty. His fanciful thoughts of her quickly vanished as he was sure she was with a boyfriend or husband. He took his eyes off her and walked towards the main deck to begin his ships tour. 

Lisa watched the dark haired man leave and suddenly felt a pang of regret. There was something about his mannerism that appealed to her. She could only hope to meet him before the cruise was over, but with more than two thousand people aboard, not counting the crew, she wasn't going to hold her breath. 

The evening rapidly approached and Lisa got ready for dinner. Unlike many of the newer ships, this ship still maintained the traditional first and second dining arrangements with the same people every night. 

Lisa was ready for anything and was looking forward to making some new friends. She dressed in a pleated skirt with a white sweater. Underneath she wore a lace bra and panties to match. Lisa looked at herself in the mirror and was pleased with her look. She left her cabin to begin the first evening's meal. 

At dinner Lisa was seated with seven others, two couples and two other single women traveling together. One couple, Albert and Louise were celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary. 

Lisa was taken in by their charm immediately. Louise was the talker and Albert was the kindly gentleman. The other couple was celebrating their own anniversary while the single girls were hunting men. They weren't much younger than Lisa in age, but Lisa didn't feel like playing the big sister role and decided to talk with the older couple mostly. 

"Albert is such a wonderful man," Louise said. 

"Years ago, I told Albert I'd be good in one room in the house. I could clean the bathrooms, cook the meals or cook in the bedroom." she continued with a twinkle in her eye. 

"Albert does all the cleaning and has become quite a gourmet cook," she winked at Lisa. 

Everyone laughed, especially Lisa. 

The dinner conversation exchanged from one party to the next until Lisa was the last one to say anything. 

"My name is Lisa and I'm sailing alone," Lisa said sighing. 

"Why's that honey?" asked Louise. 

"My boyfriend wasn't what I thought he was and I've broken up with him." 

"Oh I'm sorry dear. How long ago was that?" 

"Seven months ago. I'm so much happier now. I can concentrate on my career and let myself experience all that life has to offer." 

"Good for you." chimed in Albert. "Such a pretty girl too. You don't need anyone that's not treating you right." 

If only she could find someone like that, but did she really want that? No! She needed someone who could make her feel sexy. Someone who could show her what great sex was, but not someone who would be around all the time. 

Lisa's thoughts returned to the man she saw on the pool deck earlier that day. Could he show me what great sex was? She wondered silently. 

Alan watched as his employees all sat at the round table and ate their dinners. Each one taking turns complimenting the chef on their food. The table was big enough for ten, but there was only seven in his party. While none said it, many thought that Alan looked uncomfortable sitting there with the other couples. 

"This is just so great Alan. We can't thank you enough for giving us this cruise." The employees and their spouse's were all saying or agreeing. 

"I wouldn't be able to if you all didn't put in the efforts you did. We had a tremendous year and we've got a great start on another one. Each of you is responsible for this. You've earned it. But, I do have some bad news." 

Groans were stifled, no one knowing just what that meant. Would they be losing their jobs overseas like so many companies seemed to be doing? 

"Yes. I'm sorry, but we are going to have to talk a little shop while aboard the vessel. I need to write this off as a business expense." Alan said with a sly grin. 

Relieved, the couples all laughed. They raised their glasses and made a boisterous toast to their host, employer and friend. Alan smiled and reveled in the limelight of his personnel. As things settled down, Alan stood and began to make a toast. 

"I promise to not be too much of a pain in the ass during this cruise, but...." 

Alan noticed the woman he'd seen earlier in the day on her balcony. His mind wondered again if she was alone as he spied her table. He took a moment to take in her beauty. Not a tall woman, maybe five-five or six, dressed in a white sweater which helped accentuate her breasts. The dark hair was pulled back off her face and Alan noticed her green eyes, dark emeralds he thought. 

Her breasts well ample, but not large, her lips looked soft and very kissable. She laughed at something being said at her table before turning her head and glancing his way. 

Alan's eyes caught and held hers for a moment before Alan remembered he was toasting his people. He continued, 

"But it's in my nature to be. So, drink up, enjoy your time aboard, but be prepared to work a little too." 

"Oh, and one more thing. I've been invited by the Captain to sit as his table while on this cruise, so you'll have plenty of time to talk bad about me during the evening hours." 

Everyone laughed as they all knew, no one worked harder then he did and none had ever worked for a better person. After he finished his toast, he excused himself stating that the casino was begging for his presence. 

Alan left the table, but couldn't resist the temptation to look at the brunettes table again. She didn't notice him leaving and so off he went to spend some time giving the cruise line more of his hard earned money on the craps table. 

Part Three 

Lisa found herself walking around the ship that evening. She walked to the pool deck to get some fresh Caribbean air and found a spot to just sit and relax. She gazed up at the stars, amazed how bright they seemed in the blackness of the Caribbean sky. No lights from big cities to mask their luster. 

Lisa thought about her life, the turmoil and frustrations she had endured the last several months. The anguish of loss and the unhappiness of her relationship with Darren. What a waste he was! 

Waves crashed against the hull of the ship which drew Lisa's attention. She rose from her seat and peered over the side to watch the dark water turn white with foam as the big vessel carved it's way towards it's first destination, Jamaica. 

Just the sound of that name, Jamaica, made Lisa smile. She wanted to see every thing the beautiful island had to offer. She decided to turn in early so she could get in her exorcise first thing in the morning. It was a routine she never wavered from. 

Her feet followed along the deck and up the stairs to her cabin. She removed her dress and gazed at her nakedness in the mirror. Lisa was not vain, but did her best to keep her shape. Her breasts were firm and curvy. Her waist was narrow and her hips widened perfectly to match the width of her shoulders. Lisa believed in keeping her pussy shaved and smooth. It was something that Darren hated. 

"If I wanna fuck a baby, I'd do it. Don't ever shave down there again." his demand echoed in her ears. 

Lisa turned off her light and fell asleep almost immediately. 

"Oh God! Oh Yes. That's it! Yes, right thereeeeeee." 

"You like that baby? You like it when I fuck you doggy style? You like it when I pull on your tits while I fuck you?" 

"Yes. Harder, fuck me harder!" 

Lisa woke up to the sounds of the cabin next to hers. The woman was obviously enjoying her man, as he was enjoying her. Their grunts and moans excited Lisa. 

She could picture them in her mind, naked, sweaty, faces filled with pleasure. She could see him holding onto his partner's hips, pounding his cock deep into her as she would look over her shoulder, before she dropped her head, moaning loudly. 

Lisa's hands reached down to her pussy and let her fingers slide across the smooth, wet skin. Her fingers parted her lips as she played with her clit. It had become the norm, if she was gonna have sex, and it was by herself, always alone. She knew what area's to touch to make herself even wetter. 

Her fingers would fly over her clit, rubbing the sensitive spot with increased speed. Her breathing became shallow as she neared her own orgasm. 

"Oh God, that feels so good. Yah Baby, fuck me good!" 

"Ohhhh -- Yah. That's it, I'm gonna cum." the male voice said. 

"I wanna suck you off. Cum in my mouth." said the female voice. 

Her neighbors words only helped stimulate Lisa's own desires. Her fingers sliding inside her pussy from one hand, while the other continued to rub her clit. 

"Oh Yah. That's it baby, lick my pussy. Make me cum." 

"Oh, oh. Yes, right there. That's it. Oh, OHHH! I'm Cumming, yes, that's the spot, I'm cumming." 

Lisa let out her own moans as her orgasm came faster than ever before. She thought of herself in the room next door, having a man lick and suck on her body. Kissing her lips. Taking his cock in her hands and stroking him, sucking him. Her hands and fingers flew over her clit as she came again. 

As Lisa's breathing returned to normal, she sat up and put her hand to her ears, but her neighbors were quiet. She put her ear to the wall, but still heard nothing. Resigning herself to the fact that they were done, Lisa lay on her bed and waited for the sleep that didn't come. 

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, Lisa." She thought to herself. 

As she laid there in a failed attempt to sleep, Lisa rolled over and looked at her alarm clock. It read 2:32 am. Lisa wasn't getting much sleep lately, so she got up, put on her robe and sat on her balcony. This was the one thing that would help her relax as she sat and looked into the night sky of the Caribbean. 

The warm Caribbean breeze whisked her hair into her face, hiding it from the light of the moon. Her thoughts returned to Darren. His good looks were the only good thing about him. His sexual ability was lacking in every aspect. 

He didn't kiss well, he didn't give her any attention, and he never even tried to make her cum. Just grope, grope, grope until his cock would get hard and she'd dutifully spread her legs for him. He couldn't even last a full minute before he would roll off her, completely satisfied leaving Lisa to tend to herself, but only after he would fall asleep. 

She made the mistake once of rubbing herself to orgasm which only made him mad. 

"Whets wrong? Aren't I good enough for you?" he scoffed. 

His tone was accusatory, as if Lisa were some kind of slut for wanting to have an orgasm. She felt guilty and yet not at the same time. Her lack of dating experience in high school was a direct result of her feelings. 

It wasn't until one Friday night while out with the girls from work when Lisa heard them all talking about their sex lives. Lisa sat quiet and listened. When it came for her turn to talk about sex with Darren, she wasn't sure what to say. 

"Well, it's good. I guess!" Lisa said shrugging her shoulders. 

"What? You guess?" they all asked simultaneously. 

"Well, he's quick. Isn't that a good thing?" she asked innocently. 

"Hell no! You need someone who can give you some good lovin'." 

"Good lovin." The words echoed in Lisa's head that night. She curled up in her chair and let her eyes close. Dreams would soon follow, dreams of a dark haired man looking up at her from the pool deck below, looking at her in the dining room. Looking at her with bedroom eyes. 

Lisa woke up, still curled up in her chair on the balcony. The sun was just beginning to crest the horizon and Lisa took in it's simple beauty. Like turning over a new leaf, Lisa felt invigorated, vibrant, and ready to meet any challenge thrust upon her.  

She brushed her teeth, put on some shorts and a tee shirt, jogging shoes and pulled her hair back in a pony tail. She didn't figure on bumping into anyone, let alone the dark haired man she had seen the day before, and especially not at five-thirty in the morning. 

Part Four 

Alan had become an early riser over the past couple of years, mostly because he went straight to work, but in the past month he had begun jogging as a way to clear his head. It was his thinking time. Time to reflect on things outside his company. He wasn't up to jogging a marathon, let alone a 5k race, but he was working on it. 

He went up the sports deck where the jogging track and weight room was located. The hours for the weight room were posted as 6a-8p. Alan looked at his designer watch. 

"Five-thirty Alan, your a bit premature. Might as well jog first." he told himself as he broke into a quick pace. 

Lisa was rounding the corner when she saw someone else jogging further up the track. She wasn't surprised that someone else would be up at this hour, but she hoped that they wouldn't want to talk. 

She watched and noticed the man's legs and buttocks. His legs were well defined and his ass was looking good too, she teased. 

"Lisa, keep focus. You need to get in 10k before breakfast." she scolded herself. 

Alan heard the footsteps behind him and knew that the person jogging was running faster then he was. He listened intently on their feet pound on the deck in a steady rhythm. Whoever they were, they were more accustomed to running than he was. He tried to keep his pace steady hoping that he wouldn't be a bother to them. 

Once, twice, three times around the track Alan ran. Each time around the footsteps grew nearer. Alan knew he needed at least five more times around to get in his mile run. That will be no problem he thought silently. He kept jogging, the pounding feet behind him driving him on. 

Lisa had her concentration on. She barely noticed the jogger in front of her anymore. Her pace was steady as she continued her run. Her mind calculated the distance between her and her fellow runner, her mind calculating how many more times around before she would catch him and eventually pass him. 


Seven Nights in the Caribbean Ch. 01



Sixth time around, Lisa noticed that the other person's pace was slowing considerably. Obviously not a dedicated runner, she told herself, but still, he has broad shoulders. Lisa silently laughed at herself as she looked the man ahead over. 

The footsteps had gained greatly on Alan the last two laps. He pushed himself harder to get the eight laps over before they passed him. Never once did he look back, instead listening to the footsteps as they drew closer and closer. It would be his salvation to jog a mile at the same pace as someone who obviously was a dedicated runner. 

Alan quickened his pace for the stretch run as he glanced at his watch. He wanted to establish a new personal record for a mile run. He raced ahead, leaving the steady pace of foot steps behind him. 

Lisa watched the man sprint the last few hundred yards with interest. His intensity to his running, even if it was only a mile, was a credit to his desire to push himself. Lisa gave new thought to the mystery man as she quickly approached his slouched body, gasping for breath. She deliberately didn't look at him as she passed him by. 

Alan finished his run as fast as he could, sprinting the last few yards before holding his hands on his hips, bending over as he gasped for air. He watched the toned legs jog past him as he panted for breath. He stood up just as she turned the corner giving Alan a glimpse of her profile. 

Alan just stood there in stunned silence. It was her, he was positive of it. How lucky can I be? He asked himself. 

"Damn Alan. She's jogging several more laps and you've petered out already. Nice impression that will make," he chided himself. The weight room wasn't going to open for another fifteen minutes and he needed a place to hide. He couldn't bare the thought of having this attractive woman seem him at a weak moment. He went to the deck below to do a cool down walk before he'd return to the weight room. 

Lisa continued her jogging and was only slightly disappointed that the mystery man was no longer on the sports deck before deciding that he was too much of a distraction. She continued for another fifteen laps which would equal a three mile jog. Good enough she told herself. She thought of working out in the weight room but decided a long hot shower was in order. She left the sports deck and walked up to her room, not seeing her mystery man return. 

Alan's timing couldn't have been worse. He had just completed his cool down, and was ready to continue his workout in the weight room. He returned to the sports deck just in time to see Lisa walk up the stairs to her cabin. Alan waited for a moment in hopes that Lisa would go out on her balcony, but when she didn't, he opened the door to the weight room and started his workout routine. 

Part Five 

The ship arrived at Ocho Rios at 8 am. Most guests were still in their cabins, as they couldn't disembark until the ship cleared customs. Alan had completed his workout and returned to his cabin for a quick shower. While he promised his employees he'd stay out of their way during their much deserved vacation, he found that several of them had all signed up for the same tour to climb the falls at Dunns River. Alan had done this same trip over twenty years ago with his wife and was hesitant to repeat the trip. He knew that the memories would flood back, but he was determined to overcome his feelings for her and move on. 

"No better place to start fresh then to return where it all started Alan." he told the reflection in the cabin's mirror. 

After breakfast, he and his employees walked off the ship amidst the throngs of locals wanting to sell their wares, some legal, some not. Many offered taxi rides but Alan and his entourage all declined as the ship's tour included transportation to the falls. Residing to the fact that there would be no sale, they moved onto the next unsuspecting tourist. 

Lisa was unprepared for the onslaught of Jamaican's waiting at the pier. Her lack of foreign travel didn't prepare her for this and she felt slightly uneasy. Being an attractive woman didn't help her situation at all either. She was just about ready to turn around when she literally bumped into Albert, her dining companion and his wife Louise. 

"Where you going in such a rush Lisa?" asked Albert. 

"Oh. Hi! I guess I was thinking about doing some sightseeing, but I'm not sure I want to now." She replied. 

"Oh, don't be silly dear. Jamaica is a beautiful island. Perhaps you'd like to travel with Albert and I?" asked Louise. 

"I don't want to be a bother. I could...." 

"Don't let that bother you one bit. Louise and I would love the company." Insisted Albert as he took her by the elbow and walked towards the nearest driver. 

"These lovely ladies have insisted on escorting me around the island young man. How much do you charge?" he asked. 

"Where you want to go mon?" asked the driver. 

"Shaw Park, the straw market, fern grotto, maybe even the falls." 

"Sure mon. I take you there. I even know a couple other spots mon. How bout twenty-five each?" 

"Reasonable enough!" insisted Albert as he took Lisa and Louise in each arm and followed their driver. 

"Whets your name sir?" he asked the driver. 

"Glenn. Two N's mon!" came the reply. 

Glenn leads the threesome for a rather long walk, giving them the history of his island as they went. When he finally arrived to his car, Lisa thought that they'd be lucky if the thing even started. It was the worst piece of junk she had ever seen in an automobile. A 1972 Pontiac Ventura or what was left of one. Lisa was from Alabama where beat up "junkers" where commonplace, but never had she seen anything like it before. 

Glenn opened the rear doors and helped Louise and Albert in before closing the door and then opening up the passenger door to help Lisa in. As Glenn walked around to the driver's side, Lisa noticed that there were no door handles on the inside of the car. She thought for sure that Glenn was gonna take them into some far off place and rob them. She thought about her karate class, but realized that she had forgotten nearly all of her defensive moves. Albert and Louise seemed oblivious as they laughed and chatted while taking in the scenery. They relaxed nature was comforting to Lisa who slowly relaxed as well. 

Glenn drove the all the places that were requested and a few that were not on the map. Each one was spectacular and Lisa found herself in awe of the islands natural beauty. When Glenn drove to the Dunns River Falls, she was even more impressed. There were hundreds of people walking up the falls which ended right at the mouth of the Caribbean Sea. Glenn spoke to another man and then came over to Lisa and said, 

"This is Jaffre. He is my cousin and will take you up the falls. He said that his group isn't full and he has room for three more." 

"Oh, no thanks. I'm afraid I'm way past my prime Glenn. But thanks anyways." said Albert 

"You should go Lisa. Glenn, Albert and I will wait for you at the top." 

"I'd like to, but I don't want to hold you up." 

"No worries mon. We can watch as you climb. They be stairs right over there mon." Glenn assured her pointing off to the left. 

"Okay! What the hell!" Lisa sauntered off with Jaffre to his group who where waiting their turn to climb. 

As Lisa approached, she looked at the group of couples and one single man. Great! A bunch of honeymooners and some guy, she thought silently. 

Alan saw Jaffre returning with a woman who wore a big straw hat and sun glasses. He didn't notice her figure immediately as the outfit looked rather out of place compared to the rest of the tourists dressed in swimming wear and little else, save for the camera's draped around their necks. Alan was the designated leader of the group, with Jaffre being the escort, leading the way for the rest of them. Lisa was the last. Her concentration on her footing and not on the companions who climbed with her. 

Up and up they went, pausing briefly for the couples to take photos at certain spots. Then pausing again for the groups in front on them. Separated by no less than nine people, Lisa didn't notice Alan until they had nearly reached the top. She paused to look at his muscular legs, his broad shoulders and nice ass. Only when Alan turned to proclaim being the winner to the top did she see his face. 

Lisa stood still for a moment. Her gazed never wavered as she looked deep into his eyes, his smiling face nearly forcing them closed. He's the one that was jogging this morning, she told herself. He's the one that was on the pool deck yesterday and then again in the dining room last night. She paused for what seemed like minutes, but in reality was only a few seconds, when Jaffre said, 

"C'mon pretty lady! You must take the last few steps to reach the top." 

"Here, take my hand." said Alan as he reached down to help Lisa up the last few steep rocks. 

Lisa looked up and gazed into a deep set of dark eyes. Darker then the rain forest she had left earlier. So dark you could, she could see her reflection. She smiled and quickly denied the offer, stating, 

"I can do it." 

She immediately regretted her statement and quickly smiled her most alluring smile before adding, 

"But thanks anyways." 

Alan withdrew his hand feeling the sting of rejection. 

When Lisa reached the top, she saw a look of dejection, quickly masked with a perfunctory smile. She reached out her hand and said, 

"Thanks again. I'm just so used to doing things on my own." 

Alan took the offered hand and said, 

"Sure, I understand. No worries." Alan joked as he crooked his fingers in the quotation _expression. 

No Worries was the slogan for the day as it's the Jamaican motto. Like most tourists, Alan wanted to fit in with the Jamaican's and felt that using their dialog as much as possible seemed best. He was wrong. 

"By the way, my names Alan. Jaffre and I were happy to escort you to the top of Dunn's River Falls." 

Lisa liked Alan immediately. He was funny, seemed sincere and she noticed that the other couples all seemed to respect him. His good looks certainly didn't hurt either she told herself. 

"Hi Alan, my names Lisa. Thank you, oh and Jaffre, for leading this poor lost soul to the top. I'm sure I was never in better hands." 

Lisa thought she was coming on a little strong, but before she could back off, Alan bowed and quipped, 

"For such a fair maiden, this knight would walk on water." 

Everyone laughed as they had never seen Alan be so debonair. And so fake! 

"C'mon Alan, she's much too smart for you." 

Lisa smiled at the hokey gesture. So she curtseyed and said, 

"Thank you Sir Knight. For thou dothst have mine true heart." 

The whole group laughed again, 

"Looks like you met your match boss." 

Alan just smiled at Lisa before replying, 

"Perhaps!" 

"C'mon, Mon. We must get you to your tour busses so they can return you to your ship." said Jaffre. 

Alan looked at Lisa and asked if she was free tonight for dinner. Lisa declined, but offered to meet Alan afterwards in the Sports bar if he wanted too. He did. 

"So, I'll see you around nine?" he verified. 

"Sure. Sounds good." Lisa replied. 

Part Six 

Alan was on a roll, he'd been rolling the dice for nearly ten minutes straight. 

"Gimme ten on the hard eight." he told the pit boss. 

"Ten on hard eight!" he said. 

The routine was always the same, place bets, strategically hold dice, lift with throwing hand, making sure that fours were always facing up, and then toss. To some it would seem almost asinine, until Alan kept rolling the dice, avoiding the dreaded seven, unless it was on the coming out roll. 

After another ten minutes, and several hundred dollars later did Alan's streak come to a halt. He looked at his watch and cursed, it was already nine sixteen. He could only hope that the gorgeous Lisa was still at the sports bar. He picked up his chips, throwing a black $100 chip to the pit boss and left the casino. A thank you followed his heals as he raced out the doors. 

Lisa sat at the bar sipping her Stoly on the rocks and watching the football game on the big screen. It wasn't her beloved Auburn Tigers, but she enjoyed football anyways, so the teams didn't really matter. She had hardly noticed when Alan walked in and sat next to her. 

"I'm sorry I'm late. I got caught up on the craps table." 

"Did you win?" 

"Yah, a little." he lied as he played with over a thousand dollars in chips in his pocket. 

"Let me buy you a drink?" Alan asked. 

Lisa looked at the bartender waving her glass. He brought her another Stoly over ice and took the previous glass. He nodded at Alan and said, 

"The usual Mr. D'Entremont?" 

"Yes please, Alex. And thanks." 

Lisa tried to act surprised, but found that nothing this man may do would surprise her. He seemed to be as popular as he was nice. She began to think of him naked. She looked intently at his deep dark brown eyes, wondering if he could make take her to new sexual heights. She laughed. 

"Did I say something funny?" asked Alan. 

Lisa liked his easy manner. He knew he didn't, yet he played along as if it was a joke that each of them shared. His eyes came to a squint as he smiled and Lisa took a moment to gaze at his features before replying, 

"No. I was just thinking of something." 

Her thoughts didn't deny the fact that it wouldn't take much effort to take her to new sexual heights as her ex-boyfriend never did much for her anyways. 

"I see. Wanna share it?" Alan asked as he sipped on his Woodbridge Whiskey, served straight up. 

"Maybe later. Depends on if I like you or not." 

Alan heard the challenge and decided that Lisa would definitely be worth the chase. He stared at her intently, her green eyes and long dark hair gave her beauty and added luster. She seemed confident in herself, yet he felt she was yearning for something. That was his goal, to find out what it was that life hadn't given her. 

"I'll look forward to that then." 

They raised their glasses and clinked them in a toast. 

"To pleasant thoughts." he said. 

"Hmmm, yes. Pleasant thoughts." Lisa replied. 

They sat at the bar and talked about their respective lives. Each leaving out parts that were uncomfortable for them, neither asking anything too personal. Their drinks would finish and Alex would bring another round without being asked. Both were becoming quite intoxicated. The more they drank the more they would think about getting naked with the other. 

"Did you know that the cabin walls are thin? I was woken up last night by some very loud moans and screams." said Lisa. 

"Ahh. The ships ghosts where making their rounds last night then?" 

Alan was joking with Lisa, for he knew exactly what she was talking about. He just wanted to see if he could get her to talk about other people having sex in the cabin next door. 

"Ghosts? And I thought it was the couple in the cabin next to me. Now I'm so disappointed. I was hoping for a repeat performance tonight." said Lisa. 

"Hmm. Mind if I come along? I think I'd be interested in hearing that too." 

Alan was more than hinting and Lisa knew it. Was she ready? Could she take some man to bed that she's only known for a few hours? Lisa wanted unbridled sex, but she was also a cautious woman. 

Not yet, Mr. D'Entremont. Not yet. But soon, Lisa promised herself. 

They walked along the ships corridors, drinks in hand and made their way up to the sports deck. The warm Caribbean breeze's caressed Lisa's face. Alan was entranced, perhaps partly by the alcohol, partly by the vision of Lisa as the moons light reflected brightly on her hair as if flowed in the breeze. She stood at the railing and let the winds whip past her. Alan held the moment in his mind before saying, 

"I think this is where we first met." 

"Unofficially!" he added as he remembered her jogging behind him. 

"Yes. You kept a good pace. I was admiring your backside." Lisa chimed back smiling. 

"Well, there's a lot there, not sure if it's worth admiring though." 

"I'll be the judge of that. I'm tired Alan. Thanks for a fun evening." Lisa lied. 

She was anything but tired. Lisa was as horny as a woman could be. If she didn't have such a lousy sex life before this, perhaps she could have invited him to her cabin. Relax she told herself, there's five more nights left. Lisa wasn't looking for love, just someone to show her what good sex was. 

Alan reminded himself to be patient. It was only the second night and there were five more nights left of their seven day cruise. After all, he wasn't looking for love, just some sexual companionship. 

They bid each other good night. Lisa went back to her cabin and Alan felt a compulsion to return the ship's casino chips to them. He wound up winning another thousand dollars before retiring to his own cabin. 

Part Seven 

Lisa undressed, brushed her teeth and flopped into her bed. She felt very lonely, until her neighbors walked into their cabin. Lisa heard the cabin door close and some mumbled words, before she heard the female giggle and say, 

"Stop that!" 

It was something that was said teasingly and Lisa listened intently. Her own desires already piqued, Lisa raised her hands to her breasts and began to play with her nipples. The couple remains quiet and Lisa thinks that there will be no show until she hears a noise on the balcony next to her. 

Lisa sits up, remaining perfectly quiet. She hears a chair slide across the balcony and hushed whispers and more giggles. She stands up and walks to the slider opening the glass door but not the screen door. The couple next to her doesn't notice. Lisa felt a desire, a sudden urge have an orgasm. 

Her pussy became soaked as she continued to pull on her nipples. Lisa looked thru the slider and sees the women next door, her hands holding her legs wide as her man licks and sucks on her clit. 

Lisa just watched in amazement. Darren would never think of doing that to her. Her concentration was focused on the woman who's eyes closed as she began to moan softly. Lisa watched, never giving thought that she was a voyeur, never knowing that she liked to watch other people. Her juices flowed down her inner thighs, her hand reaching down to feel it's wetness. 

Once again, Lisa was lost to another world, one of pure lust and pleasure. She so desperately wanted to be that other woman. Lisa moved to get a better view of the woman and nudged the screen door. Lisa had hardly noticed, but the woman did. She looked up and saw Lisa in the moon light and crooked her finger, inviting Lisa to come closer. 

At first Lisa was shocked, but the woman seemed to enjoy having her watch. The woman raised her finger to her lips, shh, and pointed to her man. Lisa understood that the woman didn't want her man to know Lisa was watching. 

Slowly, silently, Lisa slide the screen door open and stepped out so the woman could look at Lisa's own nakedness. The moon light accentuated the curve of Lisa's breasts and the woman licked her lips at seeing them. She then cupped her breasts and began to suck on first one, then the other nipple. 

Lisa watched in amazement. Her head leaned down while her hands cupped her breasts in an effort to lick and suck her own breasts. Her tongue flicked across her sensitive nipple and she felt an immediate response from her pussy. 

The woman in the balcony next to Lisa's watched and smiled before tilting her head back, moaning louder than before. Her hands reached down between her legs, holding her man's head as she began grinding her pussy against him. 

Lisa continued to watch with great intensity, one hand still cupping her breast while the other snaked it's way to her drenched pussy. She slid a finger across her clit and moaned. Her counterpart opened her eyes and looked directly at Lisa, holding her gaze as Lisa continued to play with herself. 




Seven Nights in the Caribbean Ch. 01



Lisa could not look away, shy as she might have been, she wanted to watch the woman in the next balcony as much as she wanted to be seen. The balconies were unlit, so Lisa took the opportunity to sit down in the chair on her own balcony and put her feet on the small table, angling herself so that the woman could watch Lisa's every move. Never before had she been so bold, never before had she been so excited. 

Lisa spread herself open, allowing the woman a full view of she shaven crotch, never breaking eye contact with her. And the woman never let her eyes stray from Lisa, even though her man was hard at work licking and sucking on her pussy. The woman would let out soft moans and encouraging words. Her hips rose up off the chair as her orgasm was building. 

Lisa had never seen a woman have an orgasm and the ones she gave herself, while satisfying, never made her feel the way she did now. Faster and faster Lisa would rub her clit. Louder and louder the woman in the next balcony would moan. As if they were racing to cum first, they feed off of each other's noises, expressions and actions. Lisa was close, very close, and the woman next door was closer still. Each woman closed their eyes as the orgasm would build until they could hold off no longer. 

The woman next door grabbed a hold of her lover and cried out, 

"Oh God. Yes. That's it, right there. Oh Fuck!" 

She never took her eyes off Lisa who followed with her own boat rocking orgasm. She had lost all inhibitions as her fingers brought her to the brink of cumming just before she let out her own cry of ecstasy. 

"Aaahhhhhhh!" Lisa moaned, uncaring if anyone could hear her now. 

And hear her they did as the man next door quickly turned around and saw Lisa's shadowy figure. Her hands held firmly to her pussy, her hips grinding against her hand, bucking against it until she had another, even more intense orgasm. 

As Lisa's body calmed down, she felt a sudden pang of guilt for intruding on the other couples interlude. She quickly got up making sure to avoid looking at the man and walked through her sliding door. As she closed the screen and then glass door, Lisa giggled and flopped on her bed where she placed her hand on her pussy and masturbated to another orgasm. Feeling sexually satisfied for the first time in her life, Lisa rolled over and fell asleep. 

Part 8 

Alan had retired to his cabin after spending another hour in the ships casino. He almost felt guilty for winning as much as he did, but he'd give the cruise line every opportunity to win it back. Or so he convinced himself. His nightly routine never changed. He'd brush his teeth, remove his contacts then lie in bed and check out the latest sports scores and financial news. He made notes on the pad of paper he always carried with him, but instead of news information, Alan wrote down a few simple words. 

Lisa. Stoly on the rocks. Gets up early to jog. Have feeling she's inexperienced. 

Simple enough reminders of the woman he hoped would spend the next night in his luxury suite. Something Alan had not planned on when he originally booked his cruise. 

"What is it about her buddy?" he asked himself before turning out the light. 

He laid there thinking about her for another twenty minutes before sleep took over. 

"Oh yah! That feels so good. You really know how to please me, don't you?" 

"If you think that's good..." 

Alan woke with a start. His heart was pounding in his chest and his cock was throbbing, aching for his right hand. Something it had grown accustomed to. He sat there for a moment, his mind trying to shake the fog. Had he just heard something? Was he dreaming? What ever it was sure aroused him. He lay back down and waited, expecting to hear a continued mumble or moan through the nearly paper thin cabin walls. His hand reached down and began to stroke his cock. 

The head was soft and smooth as his hand wrapped about it. His fingers would hit the vein that brought him the greatest pleasure as he stroked himself back and forth. His ears waited and listened for the next sound that was sure to come. His mind raced at the thoughts of someone having incredibly sex. His cock throbbed with expectation as his hands continued to slide up and down his shaft. But no sounds came; no screams or moans of ecstasy were to be heard. That's when Alan realized that he had been dreaming and the voices he heard were Lisa's and his own. 

Still erect and horny, Alan rubbed his cock as he imagined Lisa and he having sex in a lifeboat while stranded out to sea. His thoughts quickly changed to him and her having sex on the bridge of the ship and then moving to the casino where Lisa would be sprawled out on the craps table. Alan laughed out loud at the last thought before he finished himself off, his hand making himself cum like always. He cleaned himself up and returned to bed, falling fast asleep. 

The alarm went off and Alan hit the snooze three times before he dragged himself out of bed. He brushed his teeth, put on some shorts and a tee shirt before making his way up to the sports deck to jog another mile before hitting the weight room again. He tried to preoccupy his mind with world events, things that would shape the future of his company; however Alan couldn't shake the visions of Lisa. 

Part 9 

Lisa woke to the sounds of seagulls as they circled around looking for food. She knew that the ship must have made port in Grand Cayman, another exotic destination that Lisa was looking forward to. She had signed up for one of the ships tours, so she hurried to get ready and waited at the designated spot where the group was to meet. 

Albert and Louise saw Lisa sitting down and walked over to her. 

"Good morning Lisa. Have a good night?" asked Louise. 

"Oh yes. Very good." 

"Louise and I saw you with a handsome young man. Is he the reason?" asked Albert, a twinkle in his eye. 

"Albert! Shame on you." Louise scolded him severely before apologizing to Lisa. 

"I'm sorry dear, but the sea air has made Albert think he's forty again." 

Lisa noticed the gleam in Albert's eyes and felt a certain fondness towards the elderly couple. She wanted to adopt them as surrogate Grandparents. 

"Oh, I don't mind Louise. To answer you Albert, No. The gentleman I was with last night is not the cause for my smiles this morning. However, he may be the reason tomorrow morning." Lisa winked at Albert, teasing him. 

Louise pulled Albert away before he could comment further. She looked over her shoulder at Lisa and said, 

"I hope we see you at dinner tonight, but if we don't, I'm sure we'll know why. Have fun dear." 

Lisa waited for a couple minutes more until the cruise director walked into the theater to announce that the tour was ready to depart. The group was large, more than one hundred and fifty people had signed up for this most popular excursion. Lisa was busy reading the brochure about the trip and blindly followed the group down the passage ways and onto the vans that would whisk them to the Red Sail Sports pier. The boarded one of the three tri-hulled catamarans which motored out to Sting Ray City. 

The first of the three catamarans coasted to a stop in four feet of water, while the other two dropped anchor in the deeper waters of fifteen feet. Stingrays swam as fast as they could upon hearing the sounds of the engines, knowing that a food fest was near. Many people had brought their own snorkel equipment, Lisa being no exception. She donned her mask, snorkel and fins and eagerly jumped into the warm crystal clear waters of the Caribbean. 

The water temperature was a very pleasant eighty-four degrees and Lisa was surprised at just how well she could see. The first of several stingrays approached her as she slowly kicked her fins, her lithe body gliding across the top of the water. The dive operator took notice of Lisa as she had slipped out of her cover-up, her bikini showed off her hard body; the thong bottom parted her cheeks perfectly. He pounded his hand on the water three times to get the stingrays attention and then fed the stingray it's longed for meal. 

Lisa watched him as the gentle sea creature took the offered morsel. She lifted her face from the water, spit out her snorkel and asked, 

"Hey! Can I feed them too?" 

"Sure thing. They love to eat. Their mouths are underneath though, so show them the fish and they'll swim over to you and take it from your hand." He replied. 

"Don't worry. While they do have teeth, they're small and won't hurt you. Just watch out for their tails." he continued as he handed several fish to Lisa. 

She eagerly took them and returned to the underwater world that was at her feet. Several stingrays surrounded Lisa as she took turns feeding each one until her supply of fish was gone. Lisa had never felt so invigorated, so in touch with nature. Wishing she had an underwater camera, she cursed herself for her lack of foresight, resigning to the fact that she would have to commit this moment to memory. 

Part 10 

Alan was running late, he had gotten his jog in, worked out in the weight room and even got a bagel for breakfast, but missed the first launch for the Stingray City tour. He caught up with the last group to board the three catamarans that set out to the spot where, nature comes to meet you, or so the ships captain had told him while on his bridge tour. Alan was enjoying his solitude now that his morning meeting with his staff was over. 

"Okay Alan. Works done for the morning lets have some fun." he spoke to himself in a third person. 

He put on his mask and snorkel, then his fins and eased himself into the water. Alan had paid little attention to the people on his raft and even less to the people in the ocean. 

He was swimming with his head down, looking at the coral formations, the abundance of parrot fish and of course, the tens of stingrays. He watched a thronged bottom woman feeding the fish and was amazed at her level of comfort as they circled around her, each vying for her last piece of fish. She seemed oblivious to their potential danger. 

Alan stayed still and continued to watch. Not for the thrill of the natural wild sea life, but because he was admiring the young woman's fine ass. 

When the fish were all gone, so were the stingrays, on to their next opportunity to eat. Alan thought about following the woman in the thong bikini, but his attention was diverted to a nurse shark that was swimming only twelve feet away. 

While his knowledge of sea life was limited, he did recognize the shark as harmless and continued swimming along the coral, when his head struck something hard. 

"Ouch!" a voice muffled by a snorkel exclaimed. 

Alan stopped and began his apologies for not watching where he was swimming, when he noticed that it was Lisa. 

"Hey! Fancy bumping into you here. Are you part of the ships tour or just here on your own?" he asked. 

"Yes. Ships tour." she answered, rubbing her head. 

"We seem to be sharing similar interests. What's on the agenda for later?" she continued. 

"I've got a little shopping I'd like to do after this, but I'm open later. How about you?" 

"Beach, beach and more beach." "I might slide in a shop or two." said Lisa. 

"You wouldn't want to go with me would you?" he asked. 

"Sure, why not! Besides, I'd probably bump into you sometime anyways." 

Lisa crooked her fingers as quotations when she emphasized the word bump. They both laughed and continued to swim side by side looking at the various fish and coral. The time passed quickly and before long the catamaran captains were asking people to climb aboard to return to the port. Lisa stopped swimming and took hold of Alan's forearm, pulling him lightly. 

"I meant to do this last night." she said as she leaned into him, pressing her lips to his. 

Alan didn't hesitate long. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist and pulled her even closer to him. They continued to kick their fins to stay afloat, their motion turning them around in circles. 

They kissed for several moments, neither wanting to break the embrace. Alan could feel his cock stir as his tongue danced with Lisa's. They were oblivious to the people who would swim by staring at the tropical fish, staring at his hands moving down to her perfectly tanned ass. 

Lisa liked having a man's hands on her body again. It had been too long and she knew that she wanted, no needed, to have him inside her. Her frustrations melted away with his soft, full lips pressing against hers. Her desires burned hot within, hotter than any fire known before. 

She would not let his embrace go, but rather pressed her body as close to his as she could. Her breasts pressing against his chest, her hips gyrating with every kick of her fins as his cock pressed against her. There brief moment of total bliss was interrupted by the sounds of the air horn signaling every one to return to they boats. 

Lisa looked at Alan with longing in her eyes, 

"Why don't you ride back on my catamaran?" 

"I'd love to. I just have to get my things off the other one. I'll be right there." Alan replied. 

Lisa swam off to her own boat and Alan to his. He was the last to board and as soon as he did, the captain hoisted anchor and began to sail off back towards the pier. Alan thought about jumping over board, but noticed that Lisa's boat had already set sail. 

Their vessels sailed in opposite directions and Alan stood with his hands on his hips in frustration. He looked in Lisa's direction, shrugging his shoulders and lifting his hands, palms up in a gesture of helplessness. 

Lisa shook her head unable to believe their luck. She knew that she'd see him on the ship again, but she was looking forward to spending time with Alan back in Grand Cayman. She resigned herself to her book and when the boat arrived back to the pier, she walked across the street and lay on the beach. 

She had chosen her spot carefully. Not too close to the mega resort, but close enough so she could make an easy walk to get something to drink. Lisa checked her watch. 

"11:30 am, Leese. Get something to eat, lie on the beach for an hour, take a walk, and then do some quick shopping before returning to the ship." 

It was something she had conditioned herself to do. Think aloud the plans for the day so as not to forget anything. After a light lunch at the Westin, Lisa returned to her spot on the beach and relaxed to the sounds of the ocean. 

Her mind drifted back to Alan and the warm feel of his embrace earlier that day. She needed a distraction, so she started her walk earlier than planned. 

Seven mile beach was a wonderful spot to walk and clear one's mind. The pristine beach was an almost blindingly bright white. It's width and length made it a practically perfect setting for a romantic interlude. If anyone got to near, just pick up your things and walk further down the beach. 

Lisa's legs were following unconscious commands as she walked nearly the full length of the beach, before she realized that she only had a few minutes to spare before the ship sailed. In a panic she began to race back down the same beach she had been gingerly walking down before. 

"Shit!" She cursed herself in anger. 

Lisa threw off her sandals and began a full sprint in an effort to make up time. She glanced at her watch and swore again. 

"Damn! It's already 3:30. Your never gonna make it Leese." 

Lisa was a fit jogger, but to run four and a half miles in only thirty minutes was something she didn't believe she could do. Not carrying her beach bag at least. Being a quick thinker, she saw a couple she thought she recognized from the ship as they were getting into their rental car. 

"Hey! Excuse me? But aren't you from the cruise ship?" she asked. 

"Yah! We're just going back now. Need a lift?" offered the tall woman. 

"Oh, thank you, yes." Lisa was very grateful for their offer of a ride. She knew that she'd get back in time. 

"We saw you running and wondered if you were trying out for the Olympics, or racing to get back. We thought we'd wait for you just in case." offered the man. 

"Oh my God. Your a life saver. Both of you. Thank you so much." Lisa said with genuine appreciation. 

"My name is Wanda and this is my boyfriend, Fred. You look familiar. Have we met on the ship?" 

"I don't think so. My names Lisa. What cabin are you in?" she asked Wanda. 

"We're on the sky deck. Cabin 110." said Fred. 

Cabin 110? she silently repeated to herself. My next door neighbors. These are the people I saw last night! Images of Wanda with Fred's face buried between her legs flashed through Lisa's head. She felt flush as warmth began to caress her cheeks and flow straight to her pussy. 

Lisa hoped her shock wasn't too visible and waited for them to ask her cabin number. What would she say? Would they ask if she liked what she saw last night? Would they ask her to join? Could she join? Her sexual cravings were piqued, yet her inexperience held her in check. 

"It's a nice enough cabin. We even have a balcony that overlooks the pool deck." Fred continued. "Oh wow! We gotta get going. The ships gonna leave without us if we don't hurry." 

Relieved that Fred and Wanda were distracted by the need for speed, Lisa didn't volunteer her cabin number. Their little tryst would remain a secret they didn't know they shared with her. To make sure that the subject didn't come up again, Lisa made small talk with Wanda about the shops in Georgetown. 

"I see you have a lot of bags. Were there any good deals here?" she asked. 

"Oh Yah! Fred bought me this beautiful bracelet at the Emerald Shop, and I couldn't resist these tee shirts for the kids." 

Wanda pulled out the two small shirts and showed then to Lisa. One was a picture of a scuba diver underwater. Bubbles rising to the surface, popping as they broke free of the water with the words, "My parents went to Cayman and all I got was this shirt." The other was a picture a giant see turtle with a map of the islands. 

Lisa nodded and complimented Wanda on her excellent choices while Fred drove back to the pier at a breakneck speed. He screeched to a halt in front of the car return and the threesome ran as fast as they could to the gangplank, arriving just in time. Fred took a moment to have all the bags checked and Wanda and Lisa continued on ahead. 

"I didn't want to say anything in front of Fred. He'd have been full of questions." Wanda said as she gazed into Lisa's sea green eyes. 

"But I think we have met aboard ship. Well in a way." she continued with a devilish grin. "Your in cabin 108, aren't you." It was a statement more than a question. 

"Yessss." Lisa could barely speak the word. 

"Don't worry honey. He didn't see you last night, only me. And my, my, my, what a pleasant surprise you were. I haven't had that good of an orgasm in months." 

"So you don't mind that I watched?" asked Lisa. 

"Not at all. I hope you liked what you saw." Wanda held Lisa's stare searching for the truth and finding it in Lisa's reply. 

"Yes. I liked it very much. Too much I think." She giggled. 

"Well, if your ever interested in some time alone, I'm sure I can ditch Fred for a while." Wanda boldly said. 

Fred was approaching and Wanda quickly changed the subject, not giving Lisa a chance to respond. Lisa thanked them again and started off to her cabin, making sure to take a different route then Wanda and Fred. She wondered how she could avoid Fred knowing that she was next door the whole time, but she found comfort in Wanda's words. 

Fred never knew she was there and by the sounds of things, never would know. But Wanda was a bisexual and that intrigued Lisa even more. She raced back to her cabin as fast as she could, removed her clothes, lay on her bed and masturbated to a wonderful orgasm. 




Seven Nights in the Caribbean Ch. 01



Part 11 

Alan resigned himself to the fact that he and Lisa were not going to see each other after all. Her catamaran was heading back to the pier, while his was taking the group on a whirlwind tour around the island, before stopping in Georgetown with just enough time to shop for those last minute souvenirs before heading back to the ship. 

When his catamaran had reached its destination, Alan spent a brief amount of time in the shops until he found just what he was looking for. Tucked in a far corner of the Long John Silver's Souvenir shop, Alan had spotted it. An authentic pirate's treasure map. The Cayman Islands were well documented as a pirate's haven and Alan had fancied himself as a cutthroat marauder. While he had no intention of believing that the treasure map was real, he bought it anyways and would proudly display it behind his desk in his office. 

Alan was boarding the vessel when his cell phone rang. 

"Hello, Alan D'Enremont speaking." 

"Hey Alan, it's Larry. We got a problem." 

Larry was the vice president of the D'Entremont Corporation, and COO, chief operation officer. He continued to explain the problem to Alan who made a rash decision to disembark the ship and charter a private plane back to the plant. He advised the ships captain of his plight and made arrangements to catch up at the next port of call which was two days later. Having settled that, he left for the small airport at Georgetown and flew home. 

Lisa woke up from her slumber in a slight daze. She had been dreaming of Darren and her friends and family back home. She looked around her cabin and took notice of her things lying around on the floor. Her mind quickly decided, she showered, dressed and went out on the ship to look for Alan. It was her intent to have an affair with him while her few remaining days lasted aboard the ship. She had neglected to find out his cabin number, so she asked the purser to ring his cabin for her. 

"I'm sorry Miss, but Mr. D'Entremont is not answering." said the purser. 

"Is it possible to have him paged?" asked Lisa. 

"Yes Miss." 

The purser opened up the mike and made the announcement, 

"Mr. D'Entremont, Mr. Alan D'Entremont. Your party is waiting at the purser's desk. Mr. Alan D'Entremont, you party is waiting at the purser's desk." 

Lisa waited for fifteen minutes and asked the purser to try once more. He was more than willing to help out the attractive brunette and repeated the announcement in his best professional manner. When Alan failed to show up, Lisa thanked the young purser and walked to the casino. 

Lisa searched the ship from bow to stern, port and starboard, top to bottom. Alan was no where to be seen. She even went to the sports bar and asked the bartender, 

"Evening Alex. Have you seen Mr. D'Entremont tonight?" 

"No Miss, I'm sorry, I haven't. Perhaps you could ask the captain. I know that they're old friends." 

"Really? I wasn't aware." Lisa replied with admiration. 

She quickly left the bar and found a ships officer to inquire about contacting the captain to ask about Mr. D'Entremont's whereabouts. The officer pointed her again to the purser's desk and explained that they could help. 

"Hello again." Lisa purred. 

"I hope you can help me further?" 

"Of course Miss. What can I do for you?" replied the young man. 

"I need to ask the captain something. Is that possible?" 

"It's possible, but not practical. He keeps a tight ship and never wants to be disturbed at this hour. I'm sorry Miss. Perhaps tomorrow morning would be better." he apologized. 

Lisa gave her thanks and started to walk back to her cabin when she noticed one of the couples who were part of the hike up Dunns River Falls in Jamaica. 

"Hi." she said abruptly, "Aren't you part of Alan D'Entremont's group?" 

"Yes. Who are you? Oh wait! Your the woman who gave him some grief. How are you doing tonight?" replied the red-haired woman. 

"I'm fine thanks. I was wondering if you know where he is?" asked Lisa. 

"Oh, I guess he didn't get to say anything. There was a problem back at the plant and he chartered a plane to get home." said the redhead. 

"Oh. No, he didn't get a chance to say anything." Lisa felt as if a heavy weight had just been dropped on her shoulders. 

"Well, thank you. I hope you enjoy the rest of your cruise." Lisa started to walk away when the redhead said, 

"He's supposed to be coming back in two days. He's gonna meet with us in Cozumel and finish the rest of the cruise from there." 

Lisa suddenly felt good again. She would later wonder why she had these feelings, but for the time being, she was very happy. 

"Oh great! Thanks for telling me. And I hope your having a great time on the ship." 

Lisa didn't wait for their reply; instead she walked away, her head already making plans to seduce him the moment she saw him. 

Part 12 

Alan was using the chartered flights phone to call Larry back at the plant. 

"So how bad is it? Did they look at the books? Haven't they noticed that the entire world economy has been in recession? Fuck it, Larry. I'm on my way anyways. Just stall them 'til I can get there." 

Alan was pissed that the bank that had secured his loans was asking for additional payments, saying that he was delinquent and that they need money now! He tried to shake the thoughts of having come back so far, to have worked so hard, only to have some dumbass vice president who's trying to impress his bosses, tell him his company was late on payments. 

He needed a distraction, something that would totally take his mind off of things. He thought of Lisa and how good her lips tasted earlier that afternoon. Her lips were salty from the ocean and Alan loved it. His cock began to stir at the mere thought of her and he walked to the rear of the plane, opened the bathroom door and proceeded to stroke himself until he came. 

Lisa was feeling light headed. She had spent the better part of the evening in the sports bar with the bartender, Alex. They had made small talk all evening, in between his serving other cruise passengers. Albert and Louise even stopped in for a drink with Lisa, before turning in for the evening. Alex was hitting on Lisa, even though company policy didn't permit such things with passengers. Lisa was enjoying the attention though and started to think about Alex in bed. 

It was funny to her how everyone she met stirred her imagination in some sexual way. Even Albert and Louise made her think of sex. Not with them of course, but to be sexually active at the age of seventy plus. It was something she had never before considered, having someone to be with, to hold on too. Someone who was there for her until the end of her days. She liked those thoughts. 

"Miss Lisa? Another drink?" Alex asked for the second time. 

"Hmm? Oh! Sorry Alex. Lost in thought I guess. No, I think I'm done, thank you." she replied. 

Lisa got up from her seat and walked along the passageway. Her mind shifting from thought to thought. She felt invisible to all the other passengers until she bumped into Wanda. 

"Oh, Hi! I'm sorry, I was lost in thought." Lisa apologized. 

"Hi yourself. You have a nice evening?" Wanda asked. 

"Yes, very much. I was just in the bar over there. Wanna join me for one last drink?" Lisa asked. 

Wanda was already half in the bag, but took Lisa up on her offer anyways. She grabbed Lisa's arm and they walked back to the bar where Alex was working. Wanda gazed at Alex and in a sultry voice said, 

"Whets your best?" 

"Well, if you mean drinks, I make a very good martini. If you mean something else, I get off at midnight." Alex said with a wry smile. 

Wanda placed her hand on Lisa's thigh as she looked at Alex and said, 

"Well I plan on getting off before that." 

Lisa looked at her watch; it was already 11:21 pm, so Lisa assumed that Wanda would want to get back to Fred soon. She ordered two vodka martinis and toasted Wanda. 

"Here's to getting off," She said as she clinked Wanda's glass. 

"Yes. I'd like to get you off." She returned. 

Lisa was stunned. When she made the toast, she assumed that Wanda would want to meet Fred. Wanda was making it very obvious that Fred was the last thing on her mind. Her hand began to rub Lisa's thigh, moving up and down playfully, her fingers making little circles and zigzags. 

Lisa didn't want Wanda to stop, but she didn't want any observers either. She finished her drink in a final gulp and looked into Wanda's eyes, mesmerized by their dark brown color. Wanda's hair was a dark blonde, highlighted with lighter blonde streaks. Her body was similar to Lisa's, slender, broad shouldered, narrow waist and perfect ass. 

Lisa had rarely thought about having sex with a woman. This cruise was supposed to be about her and Darren getting away, but when she broke up with him, she promised herself to experience all that life had to offer, including great sex. 

Lisa was becoming aroused at the thought of Wanda's soft lips on hers. To feel another's hands on her body and those hands belonging to another woman only made her want it more. Lisa took Wanda by the hand, pulling her off the bar stool. Wanda was more than a willing participant. 

The women walked from the sports bar to the outside track that circled the ship. The warm Caribbean air met them as they opened the outside door. Wanda took the lead and grabbed Lisa's arm, turning her so they could look at each other face to face. No words were spoken, none were needed. 

Wanda put her hands to Lisa's face, holding her cheeks before leaning to press her lips to Lisa's. They were soft and tender, just like they looked. Wanda dropped her hands and put them her Lisa's hips and kissed her harder, longer and much more passionately. 

Lisa was enjoying the new experience, but she wanted more. Her hands reached up to Wanda's breasts and cupped them. They were smaller than her own, but they felt so nice in her hands. Lisa broke the kiss and started to lick her way down Wanda's neck. Lisa unbuttoned her shirt all the way down and kissed the soft skin of Wanda's chest. 

Wanda tilted her head back and enjoyed the feel of Lisa's kiss. Her body shivered from the steady breeze but her pussy was hot and wet. She raised her hands to hold Lisa's breasts, taking a moment to trace the curves through her clothes before saying, 

"Come with me." 

Wanda took Lisa by the hand and led her towards the bow of the ship, never bothering to button up her shirt and not caring either. The two women walked swiftly with only a couple of stares from the few passengers who were milling about. 

When they reached the bow, Wanda removed her shirt and bra, then climbed the railing and lifted her arms wide. 

"Not exactly like Titanic, but I love the feeling of the breeze on my naked body. C'mon, climb up with me Lisa." 

Wanda reached down and helped Lisa up the three rails. Lisa stood next to Wanda, her arms held wide as well. She closed her eyes and let the evening air whip her hair back, her mind drifting from thought to thought. 

"Lisa, take your top off. It feels great!" said Wanda. 

"Oh! What the hell. Why not!" Lisa said as she took off her top exposing her bare breasts to the stars high above the ship. 

Wanda let out a rowdy roar before jumping down off the rail, still not bothering to button up her shirt. She raised her had to Lisa, longing in her eyes. Lisa peered down and saw the wonton desire and wondered if she looked the same. 

Lisa was nervous, but her words kept repeating in her head. This is your time to enjoy life, to enjoy good sex. Her original thought didn't entertain the idea of good sex with a woman, but she found the thought desirable. 

Lisa took the offered hand and jumped off the railing. She put her top on, much to Wanda's dismay. She then took Wanda's hand and started to climb the steps that lead to her cabin. 

"Do you think Fred will mind if I steal you away for tonight?" Lisa asked. 

"He doesn't have to know. It'll be our little secret. Besides he's having too much fun in the casino." Wanda said. 

She stepped in front of Lisa and pulled her up the stairs, stopping at her cabin and began to insert her key. Lisa shook her head and walked towards her own cabin and invited Wanda inside. Wanda smiled and took off her top complete as she entered Lisa's room. 

Lisa stepped in and waited for Wanda. When Wanda closed the door, Lisa stepped closer to her and kissed her again. Wanda wrapped her arms around Lisa's neck and pulled her tight. Her breasts pressing against Lisa's. 

"This shirt must come off." insisted Lisa as she stepped back and removed her top again. 

She threw it on the dresser, took off her shoes, and then she unzipped her skirt, taking it and her nylons off. She stood before Wanda totally naked. 

"Wow, your hot!" Wanda said as she looked at Lisa's shapely body. 

"Hmmm, and I see you like the clean look too." She added as she took off what was left of her clothes. 

Lisa was hesitant at first, but as Wanda began to kiss and lick her way down her body, Lisa relaxed and began to enjoy the feelings of having someone else's flesh touching hers. Lisa wanted everything that Wanda would give her and more. 

Wanda gently pushed Lisa on the bed, both women laughing as Lisa fell with a flop. Their laughter turned to soft moans as Wanda kissed and licked her way down Lisa's body. She kissed and licked her nipples, then her belly and then lower still. 

Lisa put her hands on Wanda's head pushing her down, down to her pussy, and then moved them back up to her own breasts. Wanda reached up and played with Lisa's sensitive nipples while Lisa's hands help hers. 

"Oh that feels so good." Lisa whispered, barely audible. 

"You taste so good Lisa. I want to make you cum and I want you to make me cum." Wanda told her. 

"Yes, oh yes. I want to make you cum Wanda. I want to do what Fred was doing last night." 

Lisa would later be surprised at her total release to Wanda, but right now she was so willing to please and be pleased. Wanda climbed on the oversize bed and then on top of Lisa. 

Slowly she lowered her pussy down for Lisa to taste her. Wanda then began to lick Lisa's soaking wet pussy, sliding a finger inside her as she did. Wanda had never felt a pussy so smooth and soft. 

"Hmm, Lisa. That feels so good. God I can't believe how soft and smooth you are. Hmm, your driving me wild." 

Lisa was encouraged by Wanda's words and began licking her harder and faster. 

"Yes, oh yes. Lisa. Put your fingers in me. Oh yes!" 

Lisa followed Wanda's instructions to the letter. She slid her finger in Wanda's pussy, first one and then two. Wanda got off of Lisa and lay on her back, telling her to slide a finger in her ass as she ate her pussy. She then told Lisa to curl her two fingers up behind her pelvic bone and push up. 

"Oh, yes. That's the spot. Now lick me hard Lisa. Eat my pussy." 

Lisa had never wanted anything more. To make this attractive woman cum as her only desire. All thoughts of her own orgasm were pushed aside, she followed Wanda's instructions exactly and was shocked at how wet she became. Juices flowed down Wanda's legs, soaking the sheets and Lisa's hands. Wanda began to scream out in ecstasy. 

"Oh YES! OH MY GOD! Lisa, that feels so goooood! Ahhhhh!" 

Wanda bucked her hips up and down on the bed, her eyes shut and her hands reached down to press against her clit. Spasm after spasm cursed through her body. 

Lisa watched in awe. She thought she had enjoyed watching Wanda the night before on the balcony, but to be the one to make her cum was more exciting than she ever thought possible. 

As Wanda's orgasm began to subside, she looked at Lisa with a greater hunger than Lisa had ever seen before. Lisa was again nervous. The nervousness enhanced her excitement, the expectation of having Wanda's tongue back on her pussy made Lisa's own juices flow. 

"Oh, Lisa. I'm still shaking. That was incredible." 

"Now it's your turn. Lay back and let me finish what I started." Wanda purred. 

Wanda wasted no time as she buried her face in Lisa's shaved heaven. Her tongue worked on her clit, first licking then sucking and back to licking. Wanda slid her middle and forefingers inside Lisa, while her thumb would rub her. Her tongue continued to lavish Lisa with wave after wave of enjoyment. 

Lisa could not hold off her orgasm. The sensations of fingers, thumb and tongue inside her and on her clit pushed Lisa over the edge of sexual bliss. Never would Darren think about doing anything like that. Never would he have cared. 

"Oh God, Wanda. I can't hold it. I'm gonna cum!" Lisa cried out in utter sexual ecstasy. 

"Yes, Lisa, give it to me. Give me your essence. I want to taste your cum." Said a horny Wanda. 

Her words, her hands, her tongue kept Lisa on the verge of her first multiple orgasm. Lisa swayed her hips, lifting her butt off the bed, raising herself up to meet her satisfier. Lisa's hands played with her nipples, pulling on them increasing the stimulation even more. In a flash, her loins convulsed and Lisa screamed out her second orgasm. 

"Oh, Ohh OHHHH! YES! Oh Yessss. That's it, right there. Oh God Wanda! That feels so incredible." 

Lisa sat up and kissed Wanda's lips, tasting herself on them. She had never known what it was like to taste herself on another, but she liked it, or at least liked the idea that someone else made her cum. It had been so many months, but now Lisa felt something awaken in her, a wonderfully devious and delightful something. 

She knew that a sexual awakening had been stirred from its slumber. It was hungry and needed feeding and Lisa wasn't going to stand in its way. 

Wanda was ready for more, perhaps because Lisa had turned out to be a woman with a voracious appetite for sex. She dropped her hands to her pussy, feeling it's wetness, her desires stoked by the enormous orgasm she had given Lisa. She spread her lips for Lisa, exposing her inner self to Lisa, showing her how she pleased herself. 

Each woman sat back and watched the other masturbate, their hands in an unspoken race to cum first. Wanda gazed into Lisa's green eyes and held her stare. Stroke for stroke each woman rubbed their clits. Faster and harder they played. The first to cum was Lisa in yet another boat rocking orgasm, her moans and cries pushing Wanda past her limits as she came shortly after in her own ear piercing groan. 

"I can't believe I just did that." said Lisa. 

"Yum. Yes Lisa. Your incredible. I could just eat you up." Wanda said back. 

"I'll let you." Lisa said eagerly. 

The girls heard the cabin door to Wanda's room open and close, the shuffle of feet and then the slider opening to the balcony. A confused voice called out, 

"Wanda? You here?" 

"Oh shit! I thought he'd be in the casino longer than this. I better go, or he'll think we were doing something and wanna join in." Wanda explained. 

"Hmmm. That's something I've not done either." Lisa said with a sly grin. 

"Trust me. You don't want him. I have to fake it with him most of the time. I've got someone on the side that I'd much rather share you with. But he's back home." 

"Ohhh. I never realized..." Lisa stated to say. 

"It's okay hun, my husband doesn't know." Wanda said with a wink, then followed, "Damn your hot. My lover will love hearing about what you and I just did. He'll be pissed he wasn't here to enjoy it too." 

Lisa sat back and smiled. Her own body still quivering from her experience with Wanda. She was determined to keep in touch with her as her curiosity was piqued about Wanda's lover. She knew she'd be traveling in her direction sometime, sooner rather than later she hoped. 

Wanda dressed and left Lisa's cabin to return to her own. Lisa sat and listened as Fred and Wanda talked their muffled voices barely discernable. She laid her head on her pillow and thought about Alan again. She was looking forward to his return to the ship. She closed her eyes and fell fast asleep. 




Seven Nights in the Caribbean Ch. 01



Part 13 

Alan's plane landed and he was immediately on his cell phone again. The details were clearing up nicely and Alan was anxious to get back to his cruise. He took a private car to his office and met with Larry, his COO. 

"So what happened?" Alan asked. 

"Seems that you were right. Some kid wanted to make a name for himself at the bank and looked up some old files. Seems that he stirred up quite a bee's nest. Instead of us owing them, he somehow transposed some numbers and they owe us. Nearly two hundred thousand." was the ecstatic reply. 

"Ha! Shit's gonna hit the fan. Find out that boy's name and make sure we never hire him." said an angry Alan. 

"I know your pissed for having to leave the cruise. By the way, how's everyone doing?" asked Larry trying to deflect any anger that may be left over from the unnecessary flight. 

"Fine. I've had a couple of meetings with sales force. Nothing too special." Alan was obviously distracted and Larry picked up on it. 

"Got something else going on then?" he asked Alan. 

"Hmm? What? Oh, yah, maybe!," "There's a young woman on the cruise that shows some promise." 

"Promise? Are you interviewing her for a job or ..." Larry let the question hang. 

"Possibly both. She's smart. Career oriented and works her very fine ass off at her other place. Yah. I think I'd hire her on the spot. Good thinking Larry. That's why I hired you in the first place." 

"You hired me because I married your sister." Larry said. 

It was an old joke shared by old friends. While it was true, Larry was as close a friend as Alan would ever have. He was there for Alan during his divorce, during the struggles of the company, never leaving Alan's side. Alan had always told people that Larry was the real boss, and he was just the glossy cover. 

Glossy cover or not, Alan had worked very hard to keep his staff and his company afloat. While his business tactics may be questioned as unsound business, he never once thought about hanging it up and walking away with a small fortune. Alan instead dipped into his wealth and paid his employees well, even during the three plus year of struggles. Alan had a lot less money now, but he had devoted employees and a great sense of accomplishment and self worth. 

Alan stayed for the next night and then flew back to the next port of call, Cozumel. He spent an extra night waiting for the ship to arrive, keeping in contact with his staff by cell phones, reminding them that while he was away, it wasn't any reason for them to do nothing but play. He held his meetings to a brief thirty-five minutes so his staff could get back to their spouse's. 

At the close of one meeting, they told him that a very good looking brunette was asking about him the night before. While she didn't give her name, they were all sure it was the same women who had accompanied their group up the Falls' climb in Jamaica. They each wanted to ask Alan the question if he and her had anything going on, but the task fell to Karen, the one who had worked for Alan the longest. 

"So Alan," she said in her demure manner, "This woman, this brunette. Is she anything special to you?" 

"Can't say for sure Karen. She and I keep bumping into each other. But yah! I'd like to get to know her better." 

Alan could never hide anything from Karen; he figured he may as well tell the truth. Might as well get it out early as opposed to playing twenty questions. He told Karen her name and asked her to have some flowers sent to her cabin with a card. The card should mention dinner at the captains table for the following night. If she showed, then Alan would know she liked him. He hung up his cell phone and basked in the sun while sipping on his cocktail. He put his hands behind his head and said to no one in particular, 

"Yes Alan, this is the life." 

Part 14 

The ship docked at Cozumel and the passengers began to mill about, some taking taxi's into town others taking mopeds. Most were climbing into shuttle vans to whisk them to their various tour destinations. Alan waited at the pier until the majority of ship's passengers were gone, and then he boarded and returned to his cabin. 

He had already seen the sights that Cozumel had to offer and was looking forward to returning to the ship. He had heard that Cozumel was an excellent place for snorkeling. Alan went to his cabin to retrieve his equipment so he could spend a couple of hours in the crystal clear water. 

On his way down to the lower decks he saw Lisa with her beach bag and towel as she made her way down to the pier. She was wearing a cover up, but Alan could see the thin straps of her bikini top. His thoughts immediately returned to Stingray City when he held her in his arms. He regretted his decision to fly home now as he thought of what he might have missed that day. 

"Lisa. LISA!" he shouted too late. She was already opening a cab door and climbing in. 

Alan raced down the gangway and jumped into the first car he saw; pointed to the car Lisa was in and told the driver to follow it. He threw a fifty dollar bill at the driver who shoved it in his shirt pocket immediately. 

"Si Senor. Juan will see to it." said the driver in broken English. 

Juan raced passed tourists on mopeds, barely avoiding hitting another car in the process. 

"Um Juan is it? You don't have to kill us. Just make sure you don't lose sight of that car." said a slightly concerned Alan. 

"No problem Senor. I'll not lose them." 

Juan slowed slightly and kept his word. Lisa's cab was never out of sight as it drove south to the less crowded beaches. When Lisa's cab stopped, so did Alan's. He gave a quick thanks to Juan and raced after Lisa. 

"Senor? You call Juan when you need to return, si?" 

Alan never heard the words. He caught up to her just as she was spreading out her beach towel. He took a moment to watch her meticulous efforts. When she was satisfied with her work, she took off her cover-up, revealing her thong covered ass again. 

Alan thought she looked better then before. Her body was very tan; her shape was curvy, slender waist, great ass, and broad shoulders. Her dark hair was mid-back and shimmered in the sun. Alan felt a surge of excitement just looking at her. 

"Imagine seeing you here." He said as he approached. 

Lisa turned to the voice, now familiar to her and smiled a wide grin. 

"Hey you. I've missed you these past two days. Where did ya run off to? Some hottie back in the states?" She teased. 

"Business issues. But as it turns out, it was in my favor, so while the trip was a complete waste of time, it did ease my mind some." 

Alan had never learned to turn off business talk. It was just something that he took seriously. His normal sense of humor quickly returned as he added, 

"Well, after our parting in Cayman, I felt completely lost without you. So I chartered a private plane to fly me here just so I could bump into you again." 

Alan used the quotation fingers that Lisa had used the other day. They both laughed at the gesture. 

"I see you have your own equipment. You going to snorkel again?" Lisa asked. 

"I thought about it, but to be honest, when I saw you on the ship, I changed my mind." 

"Saw me? When?" 

"Just as you got off the ship. I hollered your name, but you were getting into your cab." 

"Oh, I see, so you followed me huh?" 

Alan realized he was trapped. He paused, and then said, 

"So much for being suave and sophisticated. Yes I followed you here. I couldn't resist the opportunity to see you again. Especially in that bikini." 

"Oh, you like it?" 

Lisa twirled for Alan, her arms spread out from her sides. She was enjoying his attention, and he was enjoying her playful display. He put his beach towel down next to Lisa's, never taking his snorkel equipment out of its bag. 

Lisa lay down on her towel as Alan applied suntan lotion her body. He took his time as he did so, spending a careful amount of time putting lotion on her arms, her back, her butt and legs. His hands gently massaging her body as he rubbed the lotion in. 

"Hmmm, that feels so nice. You have strong hands." 

Alan stopped and looked at his hands. No one had ever commented on them before, but he didn't care. As long as he could put them on this desirable woman. Once he was done, he applied lotion to his chest, face, arms and legs. 

"I think I could stay here for awhile. I love the sounds of the ocean." he said. 

"Me too. Oh, I wanted to thank you for the flowers. They were beautiful." 

"I'm glad you liked them." 

Alan didn't say any more, noticing that Lisa didn't comment about dinner. He shrugged it off assuming that she already had plans, which she did. 

"Do you have any plans today Alan?" she asked. 

"Hmm. Depends, do you?" 

"I think we need to make up for the mishap in Cayman." 

"Yes. I think so too. Sadly, I didn't get to do as much there as I hoped." he confessed. 

"Well, I really screwed up. I almost didn't make it back to the ship." she told him. 

"Oh really? What happened?" 

Lisa told Alan her story, telling him that she was lost in thought while walking on the beach and lost track of time. She continued on about her rescuers, Fred and Wanda and their mad dash back to the ship. She left out the time she and Wanda spent privately. 

Alan listened with keen interest, then told Lisa his dilemma and why he flew back home, only to find out about the banks errors. Lisa had a good grasp of the business world and immediately knew why Alan was committed to his company. It was his life now, but she wondered if there was room for more. 

"Hmm, I'm parched. Wanna join me for a drink or ten?" 

"Sure. I'm on vacation and up for anything." Lisa told him. 

"Good. I know just the spot. There's a little place in town called Jose and Johnny's. It's pretty wild in there. Lots of music and even more drinking." 

Alan and Lisa grabbed their things and the closest taxi. They first went back to the ship, telling the driver to wait, then returned and had the cabby drive them to Jose and Johnny's. They walked up the narrow stairs and were met by an attractive woman holding two bottles of pink liquid. She poured a full shot in there mouths and then seated them in the crowded bar. 

Several cocktails and shots later, Alan and Lisa returned to the ship, more than a little buzzed from all the alcohol them consumed. Alan walked with Lisa back to her cabin, she held his hand as they arrived and looked into his eyes. Alan put his hands on the door above her head, glancing at his watch. A sudden shock hit him, 

"Oh Shit! It's 7:30," he said. 

"Yes, I know," Lisa replied coyly. 

"I'm supposed to have dinner with the captain at his table tonight. I really should..." 

He never got a chance to finish his sentence as Lisa opened her cabin door and pulled him in. 

"We've only got two nights left. Do you really want me to go with you to dinner? Or would you rather stay here." 

Lisa held Alan's hands and leaned up to kiss him. Alan returned her kiss and simultaneously kicked the cabin door shut, all thoughts of dinner with the captain vanished. 

His arms wrapped around her waist, his hands touching the soft skin of her back. He removed her cover-up and then untied her bathing suit top revealing her breasts. Her nipples were soft, her breasts supple. He traced their curves with his fingers. His cock was instantly erect and wanting to be released. Alan absorbed Lisa's beauty; a slight whistle escaped his lips before he kissed her again. His hands reached up to her shoulders, then her face, holding her gently as they kissed. 

Lisa pressed her breasts into his hairy chest, trying to consume his body with hers. She loved the way he kissed, his full lips on hers, his tender touch as he held her, then moving his hands behind her head and holding her more. She knew he was in control and let her body enjoy his pleasurable touch. 

They kissed for long moments, their hands touching bare skin, roaming through each others hair, down shoulders and arms. Touching sensitive spots which caused moans of pleasure. 

Lisa's hands played with Alan's cock and balls as his hands played with Lisa's breasts. His thumbs making little circles around her nipples, sending waves of pleasure through her body. 

She had almost forgotten how much she enjoyed have a hard cock in her hands. She knelt down and took him into her mouth. Her right hand gripping his cock as her head went up and down on him, her left hand playing with his balls. 

Alan let out a low moan as Lisa sucked and stroked him. It was too long since he'd been with a naked, attractive woman. Alan knew that he wouldn't last long if she kept it up, so he put his hands on her head, 

"Oh Lisa. God that feels so good. But you better stop or I'll cum already." 

"It's okay. I'll make you cum again then." she said as she continued to suck and stroke him. 

Lisa had lost all inhibitions during her cruise. She found it was okay to express herself, to let others express themselves to her. Her sexual awakening was feeding it's appetite and Alan was the main course. 

"Oh yah! That's good Lisa. I'm gonna cum." said Alan. 

"I want you to cum on my face and tits Alan. I want to watch you explode." 

Lisa was becoming bolder; her inner sexual beast had been released. She would have never said anything like that to Darren, but then Darren never would have excited her so much. 

Alan pulled his cock out of Lisa's mouth, stroked himself and then moaned out his orgasm. 

"Ooohhhh, Yahhh!" 

His cum shot on Lisa's neck and breasts. She let out a slight squeal as it did his cum felt warm on her skin. Lisa felt a new rush to her pussy as her juices began to flow down her thighs. She climbed up on her bed and spread her legs wide as her hand reached down to play with her clit. 

It was a repeat performance of a sort, only this time her observer was Alan. She continued to play while he sat back and watched. Her intention was to make Alan's cock rise as fast as she could. It was working. 

"Hmmm. I knew you'd have shaved pussy." he said to her. 

"You like it?" she asked. 

"Very much. But I'd like it more if my mouth was on it." 

"I was hoping you'd say that." she cooed. 

Alan had always prided himself on being a very attentive lover. He loved bringing pleasure to a woman; something about hearing them cry out in pleasure as they came brought a sense of accomplishment, as sense of approval, as sense of power. 

He placed his hand on her vagina, his fingers spreading her lips apart before placing his tongue on her clit. Her shaved pussy was smooth and soft and Alan thought he had never tasted a better woman. He continued to lick her pussy, sliding his fingers up and down on her pussy as he did. 

Lisa squirmed under his touch, her moans becoming louder as her orgasm drew nearer. Her hips began to move and gyrate on the bed, almost uncontrollably. She could feel Alan sliding his fingers inside her pussy, curving them upwards, putting pressure just behind her pelvic bone. 

Alan instinctively knew how to reach her G spot and Lisa could instantly tell the difference as she almost came just from this new touch. She had never before felt something so pleasurable. He body began to convulse as Alan massaged her inside while licking her clit. Her moans were unconscious noises that her body experienced the kind of release that had been bottled up for so many years. 

Faster his tongue flicked on her clit, faster his hands caressed her G spot. Her orgasm came so fast and so hard, she raised her hips again and pushed herself against him, helping increase the stimulation even further. Her moans had turned into screams of pleasure, her legs shaking, unable to hold her hips up any longer. 

"Yes, that's it. Oh right there, Right there...Oh Alan, I'm cumming!" 

Lisa couldn't control herself any longer. Her screams turned into guttural moans of lust. Her inner beast temporarily satisfied, she released her hold on Alan's head and ran her hands up and down her body. 

Alan kept is tongue on Lisa's pussy. He could feel it pulse as he let his press against her. Not finished with her yet, he sucked on her clit, gently at first, allowing Lisa to come down from her sexual high. 

Lisa laughed low and soft as Alan sucked on her clit. It was a different sensation and Lisa was enjoying it. She put her hands on her breasts and began to play with her nipples, pulling on them, squeezing them. Anything that felt good Lisa did. She could feel the next orgasm building, even faster than the previous one. Her body tingled all over. 

Alan could tell that Lisa was on the verge of another orgasm. To change the sensations, he placed his left thumb right below her ass, allowing Lisa to control how deep he would probe her while his tongue continued on her pussy. He wanted to hear her scream his name again and increased the pressure on her pussy. 

Lisa raised her ass again as Alan slid his hand underneath her. She had complete trust in him and would do anything he wanted. She felt his thumb near her ass and lowered herself onto him. She expected it to hurt but there was only a slight, yet enjoyable pressure. 

Lisa wanted more and lowered her ass further before raising herself up and then down again. She used his thumb to fuck her ass while he continued to lick her. The additional pressure of having her ass filled, again brought her to another orgasm. She pulled on her nipples and squeezed her breasts, calling out Alan's name again as she came. 

"Oh God! I'm cumming again. OH ALAN! Fuck that feels so good." 

Lisa could take no more. She wanted to feel Alan's cock inside her and told him so. 

Alan's cock had recovered without the aid of any blue pills. He stroked himself before putting his cock in Lisa's pussy. She put her legs on his shoulders which allowed him to penetrate her deep. Alan could feel her pussy grip his cock, her smooth, wet skin, felt good on him. He had to switch positions before to long so he wouldn't cum before she was ready. 

They moved into a doggy position, which gave Alan the chance to enjoy Lisa's beautiful ass as his cock slid inside her pussy. The angle pressed Alan's cock on Lisa's G spot, again making her wetter than before. She reached back and began to play with her clit as Alan fucked her. 

They soon began to moan and call out each others name as each neared their next orgasms. Alan could feel the pressure building and pulled his cock out, rubbing himself to the final end and shooting his cum on Lisa's back and ass. 

Lisa rolled back over, spreading her legs wide; digging her heals into the bed. She was so close to cumming, she rubbed her clit until in a final push, and she moaned out yet another orgasm. 

"Oh My God!" she said while her body continued to tremble. 

"That was the most amazing sex I've ever had." 

Lisa sat up slowly, never taking her eyes off of Alan. She raised herself up on her knees and crawled over to Alan, kissing him again. Soft, passionate kisses, speaking single words in between each kiss. 

"You," kiss. "Are," kiss. "Amazing." kiss. 

Alan was surprised at her affection towards him, but enjoyed it just the same. Her put a hand on the side of her cheek, looked intently in her eyes, 

"No. Your the amazing one. You are absolutely stunning. I haven't had such great sex, since..." He paused, tapping his chin with his forefinger, 

"Since I don't remember when," he continued. 

Alan gave no thought to time, nor did he care. The Captain's dinner was the last thing on his mind. His only hunger was for Lisa, her kisses were the appetizer, her sex was his entrée, and her beauty was is dessert. They relaxed in each others arms, falling asleep soon after. 

When Lisa woke up, she was alone. No sign of Alan at all, no clothes, no mess to clean up. She almost wondered if it was a dream. Lisa thought hard about the previous day, visualizing each minute as they passed.