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The following story is one tale in a collaboration series
by myself and artie (artie@netgate.net). The full series
can be viewed on my Web site (www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Wiseguy/www).
This story is (c) Copyright 2000 by Wiseguy. Please feel
free to download the story for your own enjoyment, but
do not post it anywhere without consulting me first. I
welcome all comments (wiseguy35@hotmail.com).
The story contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity
between consenting adults. If you are not of legal age
to read such material, or find it offensive, stop
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Pleasure Cruise - Hostess
by Wiseguy
Greg's face was tightening up, his breath coming in short
grunts. I put my hands on his butt and pulled him toward
me while squeezing on his cock with my inner muscles. His
eyes opened a little wider and looked down at me. I made
it a point to breathe faster and harder, as if I was right
on the edge.
In a few seconds Greg came with a loud grunt. I felt him
twitching inside me and promptly started a series of short,
loud gasps. My arms and legs squeezed and released with
each breath. I kept it up just long enough, letting go
with one long, satisfied sigh as Greg collapsed on top of
me.
We cuddled together for a few minutes in silence, letting
our breathing slowly return to normal. Greg rose up slowly
and looked into my eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked.
Putting my heart into it, I pulled his face down and
answered him with a long, open-mouthed kiss designed to
curl his toes. "You tell me," I replied in a teasing,
sultry voice. "Was I?"
He gave me the strangest look. For the briefest moment, I
thought he could see right through me, could tell what I
was really thinking. Then he smiled and winked at me.
"Way beyond okay," he said. "This is going to be a fun
trip."
I checked the bedside clock: 3:25pm. "Speaking of which,
I'm due on at four. Excuse me, please?"
"Of course, my dear." Greg rolled off and let me up to
shower and dress.
My plan was to shower quickly, stay busy, and get on deck
as soon as possible. Once under the water, though, I found
myself holding the same old debate within my mind. I hated
deceiving Greg; it left me feeling terribly guilty and
underhanded.
Get a grip, my realist side said. So you faked another
orgasm - big deal. It's not as though you're cheating on
him.
Maybe not, my conscience replied, but it's still lying.
How long can I keep lying before he sees through it?
He'll never admit it even if he does, retorted the realist.
No man wants to believe that he can't make his woman cum.
So then the lie will go both ways . that's even worse.
"ARRRGH!!" I growled at myself, shaking my head violently
under the running water. I really didn't have time for
this. Greg and I had first met as crewmates about four
months before, but we'd only been lovers for about six
weeks; this would be our first voyage together since then.
The Captain had been reluctant to accept both of us for
this trip - he's had some bad experiences before with
couples on his crew - so the last thing we needed was give
him a reason to regret it on the first day.
I dressed quickly in a gray skirt, black pumps, and a
simple white blouse. The navy blazer that identified me as
one of the ship's crew completed the ensemble. I was able
to give Greg an extra-long goodbye kiss and still get up to
the dining hall ten minutes early. That was fine by me;
once I started working, I was too busy to think about my
personal problems.
On this cruise, I was one of several hostesses. In my
case, that means I circulate among the passengers answering
questions, taking requests to the DJ, expediting service,
and if need be lending a hand to anyone from the waiters to
the bartender if they get backed up. My scheduled tour was
four to midnight in the main dining hall, a high-
visibility, high-demand post. I'd done it before and had
earned the confidence of the Captain and the cruise
director.
Since it was the first night of the cruise, I made it a
point to meet as many passengers as I could. From the
early arrivers through the main dinner crowd, the evening
was a blur of faces and names, each one carefully repeated
and stored for later reference. People love it when you
remember their names.
I knew this particular trip was billed as a "hypnoerotic"
cruise, but I really had no good idea what that meant. I
found out when the first live performance started after
dinner: a hypnotist who called herself Mistress Ursula. I
had half an eye on the show as I continued to circulate
among the passengers.
It started out like every other hypnotist show I've seen:
a few volunteers come up, the hypnotist starts telling them
to relax, close their eyes, etc. A few people in the
audience faded out listening to her; one couple in the
third row really spaced out, and ended up joining her on
the stage. Then things turned strange. Mistress Ursula's
tricks started getting more and more sexual, and as they
did the audience got more absorbed into the show. At one
point I found myself standing and staring while she had one
woman stand there in trance while her husband ran a
microphone all over her body. I could tell by the woman's
moans that she was really enjoying it, and then suddenly
they touched her ear and she had a loud, prolonged orgasm.
My face felt ten degrees hotter in just a few seconds - a
large part of me wanted to be that woman, or at least to
cum like her just once with Greg - and I hastily focused my
attention on adjusting the leaves of an artificial palm
tree while I tried to compose myself again.
The show continued, and although I was determined not to
pay any more attention to it I couldn't help but notice
when Mistress Ursula had a woman sit down in the last
remaining guy's lap and start pulling his face down to her
breasts. Each time she did he would go limp, and then the
woman would wake him up only to repeat the whole thing. At
first it was his wife, but then Ursula had the wife get up
and a totally different woman took over. She even opened
her blouse and had the guy sucking on her nipple. That
disturbed me a little, even though the wife didn't seem to
mind. I wondered, would she mind if she weren't in
Ursula's thrall?
The show finally ended, and most of the passengers started
to go their separate ways. Quite a few lingered on the
dance floor while the bus staff cleared tables; another
good portion wandered over to where the dessert bar would
be opening soon. I realized I'd been going non-stop for
over 5 hours and was overdue for a short break, so I took a
seat at a vacant table near the back of the bar area.
Hank the bartender sent me a sandwich and a glass of ginger
ale, which I ate and drank appreciatively as I looked at
the people in the bar. An interesting discussion seemed to
be forming at the corner table; apparently several of the
people who had witnessed Mistress Ursula's performance were
professionals, because they were discussing the difference
between stage shows and therapy. Half my mind kept
listening, while the other half resumed the tired debate
that had dominated my shower.
Then one of the guys at the corner table opened a velvet
bag and pulled out a crystal. It caught my eye
immediately: a teardrop shape, it had seemingly millions
of facets that seized the different lights in the room and
threw them off again in different directions. The guy held
it straight up and down, the string steady in his fingers,
and started talking about a demonstration. I couldn't
quite make out everything he was saying, and was too tired
to try, so I just watched the crystal as my mind wandered
back onto its usual path. At some point I became aware of
a second voice, a female, then of both talking together.
The crystal slowed down, then swayed a little more, dancing
and resting, and still I gazed absent-mindedly into its
depths. I was tired, I realized, very tired. My eyes
wanted to close.
Things get a little fuzzy from there. I remember a hand on
the back of my neck, a reassuring female voice drifting
through my blank mind. The smell of hot fudge and peanuts,
and the taste of fresh vanilla ice cream to go with it. I
must have drifted off, because when I opened my eyes again
a few minutes later I noticed Hank grinning at me. That
woke me up the rest of the way, and I realized my break had
to end. On my way out of the bar I took one more look back
at the corner table: Toni (I didn't remember meeting her,
but somehow knew that was her name) was talking intently to
her husband (Rob, something told me), who seemed to be
asleep. Quite a crowd had gathered around to watch. I
wondered how many had noticed me snoozing in the back row.
Ill-advised as it was, I had to admit my little nap had
done wonders for my frame of mind. I felt refreshed,
energized, and much less worried than I had been at the
start of my tour. I still thought about Greg - and, for
some reason, hot fudge sundaes - but I wasn't fretting
anymore.
When Joanna came to relieve me at midnight, I made a
beeline for the crew quarters area. I knew Greg would be
sleeping because he was on the early tour. Greg maintains
the ship's electronic systems: the computers, navigational
systems, communications, even the public address and sound
systems. In one of the more amusing examples of the
enduring power of seafaring tradition, he carries the title
of "engineman" even though he seldom goes anywhere near the
engines.
I also knew where he'd be. The crew's quarters were all
designed for single occupancy only, with beds too narrow
for company, so I was sure Greg would be in the cabin
assigned to him, a few doors down from mine. I stopped at
my own room long enough to shed the blazer and my panty
hose and freshen up a little. Feeling a little daring, I
also left my bra and panties behind then tiptoed over to
Greg's door wearing my skirt, blouse, and nothing else.
The door wasn't locked so I crept in quietly, leaving the
lights off. The sound of Greg's steady, slow breathing
told me he was quite asleep. It seemed a shame to wake
him, but I wanted my hot fudge sundae - a thought that made
perfect sense to me at the time.
Moving slowly, I rolled back the blanket. Greg was on his
back, arms at his sides, wearing only his boxers. I put my
hand over the front of them and caressed him gently until I
felt his cock standing up, then carefully worked it through
the opening. It looked delicious - I could almost see hot
fudge dripping down the sides. Grabbing the base like a
long ice cream cone, I tilted Greg's cock toward me and
started lapping at the head.
As soon as my tongue touched his cock, the most incredible
sensations filled my mouth. He tasted exactly like the
perfect hot fudge sundae. The rich, sensuous vanilla taste
of the ice cream came first, then the strong sweetness of
the chocolate, and finally the extra touch of ground
peanuts. I took long licks, short licks, even put the
whole thing in my mouth and sucked hard, and the flavors
persisted. I heard moaning and felt a hand cup the back of
my head, so I turned around enough to see that Greg was
waking up.
"Hi, honey," I said, a little unintelligibly because I
didn't want to stop enjoying my sundae. "Mind if I
indulge?"
He stared for a second, his eyes fighting to adjust, before
croaking, "Be my guest."
I went back to my dessert, lovingly licking layer after
layer of ice cream and chocolate. Greg started to moan,
and his hand wandered over my back. It lingered for a
moment between my shoulders, feeling for the bra that
wasn't there. He tried to reach around to a breast, but my
arms were in the way. I wasn't about to let up on my
sundae, so I swung my lower half around and wiggled my butt
suggestively. He took the hint and reached up under my
skirt. He gasped when he realized I wasn't wearing
underwear. I felt him tracing little circles in the juices
that were dripping down my inner thighs and opened my legs
a bit more.
Soon I felt fingers in the fur on my mound, and then his
thumb slid easily into my slit. Greg gives great thumb -
he pushed it in all the way, letting the skin at the base
of his thumb part my lower lips and rub against my clit.
At the same time he pressed on my mound with his fingers.
It felt so good I almost let go of my sundae for a second.
My hips started gyrating on their own, and before I
realized what was happening I felt a surge of delight rush
through my body - I was cumming, and cumming hard!
I found myself panting heavily with Greg's delicious
chocolate-covered cock still in my mouth. Still in the
throes of my unexpected climax, I closed my lips down and
sucked hard. Greg grunted and clenched his muscles, and
then a fresh burst of hot, gooey chocolate sauce burst out
of the middle of my ice cream. It was absolutely the best
hot fudge I'd ever tasted. I gulped greedily as it came
out, swallowing and sucking with gusto, until my dessert
was gone.
"Thank you," I told my stunned boyfriend as I tucked his
cock back into his boxers. "That was delicious." Then I
laughed softly and crept back to my own room.
When I woke in the morning, it was with a sense of awe at
what had gone on in the night. I had a strong memory of
going down on Greg and tasting hot fudge and ice cream. I
had an even stronger memory of his hand up my skirt, and
the way I had cum from his touch. Just that memory had me
reaching absent-mindedly for my crotch. I caught myself
and chuckled. For the first time in many months, I felt
like a sexual being. That orgasm was the best I could
remember having - better even than any I'd had with Ray.
Ray! That name soured my mood like lemon juice in my
milk. Ray was history; he'd walked out on me months ago,
with barely a word of explanation or even goodbye. Why the
hell was I thinking about him again?
Why the hell was I thinking about him again? It felt like
an important question, but I had no answer.
Then I thought of an easier question: what had happened to
me last night? The answer was so obvious I couldn't
believe I hadn't realized it until just then. I remembered
sitting in the bar area, listening to the hypnotists
talking, seeing that crystal come out, feeling sleepy .
Idiot, I scolded myself, you didn't fall asleep - you let
yourself get hypnotized. With that realization came a
flood of extra memories: the woman from the center table
talking to me, asking if my lover was on board, asking
about my favorite dessert, asking if I'd like to experience
a hypnotic phenomenon, and telling me to relax, let go, let
it happen; the taste of a delicious sundae; the hunger that
could only be satisfied one way.
And then the orgasm, of course. Whatever was going on with
me, whatever had been holding me back with Greg up to that
point, had been well and truly set aside at least for one
night. Maybe more? There was only one way to find out.
I checked my bedside clock: 8:40. Greg was already on
duty, and would be until three. We had one hour between
the end of his tour and the start of mine - that was the
time slot we'd taken advantage of the day before, why not
do it again?
I gave it my best shot, that's for sure. From the comms
office I sent him a page telling him I'd be waiting in my
room at the end of his tour. When three o'clock came I
stripped, stretched out on my bunk, and waited.
Greg did not disappoint. Not only was he right on time,
but I could tell when he opened the door that he was
already hard. Finding me laid out stark naked threw him
off a little - I had to remind him to come in and close the
door before someone else walked past.
Once inside, he didn't bother undressing all the way. He
just pulled his shirt off, then dove between my legs and
started feasting. It felt exquisite. Greg was pulling out
all the stops: tracing my lips, teasing my clit, running
his hands up and down my thighs, even reaching up to caress
my breasts at the same time. I felt the initial rush of
arousal and thought for sure this would be another great
climax.
Twenty minutes later, though, I was still stranded on a
plateau. I wanted to cum, I could feel myself teetering on
the edge, but I couldn't quite get there. My sighs and
moans turned into frustrated grunts.
Eventually Greg had to come up for air. I could see the
disappointment in his face, too. "I'm sorry, Dana," he
said, and my heart sank at the sadness in his voice. There
would be no pretending this time.
"It's okay," I said, not sure what else to say. "It's not
you."
He just nodded unhappily. "It's three thirty; we should
probably talk about this later, or you'll be late for your
tour." He was right. We shared a long embrace and a
tender kiss, then I pulled myself up and got ready for
work.
By the time I had taken my post in the dining hall, I had a
plan. I kept an eye on the entrance as people filed in and
out. My vigilance paid off around 7:00 when I saw a
familiar figure enter from the port side.
My quarry was female, a little over average height, dark
hair with auburn highlights. She had a thin, sculptured
face that suggested strong intelligence, but with a warm
smile that she used freely. Tonight she wore a well-
tailored pantsuit that looked both classy and comfortable.
She was with her husband and another couple; I wasn't
positive, but it looked like the same group I'd seen her
with the night before in the bar.
I tried my best to keep them in my sight without obviously
hovering. Our eyes met a couple of times but if she
recognized me she it didn't show on her face. Finally,
after they'd been served dinner and eaten most of it, I saw
her get up and head for the restrooms. I told Hank I was
taking my break and crossed the room midway through,
positioning myself in her return path.
She flashed that welcoming smile at me as she approached.
"Dana, isn't it?"
"That's right," I nodded. "It's kind of you to remember,
Doctor."
"Call me Toni," she replied, then she cocked her head to
one side and looked at me curiously. "Is there something I
can do for you, Dana?"
I felt my face growing red - she seemed to be looking right
into me. Suddenly all my planning went out the door, and I
found myself searching for words. "There might be," I
stammered. "Are you . seeing people . on this trip?"
Brilliant, I chided myself. That sounded like a lame pick-
up line!
One eyebrow rose, and her lips curled in an amused way.
"You mean, professionally?"
I nodded.
"My husband and I set aside some time each day for private
sessions. What did you have in mind?"
I needed a deep breath before I could answer. "I really
don't want to get into it here," I said. "Could we talk
privately for a few minutes?"
"Sure."
On the starboard side of the hall is a broad, open deck
area. Later in the evening it would be fairly crowded with
people watching the sunset, but it was still too early for
that yet. I took a deep breath, let it go, and then
started telling Toni my story.
She was easy to talk to, I discovered quickly. She
listened quietly, nodding at the right times, keeping eye
contact, interjecting a question here and there. I told
her that I love Greg, but that I seldom manage to have an
orgasm with him. I confessed to faking it on a number of
occasions to avoid hurting his feelings. Then I told her
about what I'd experienced the night before after I'd been
hypnotized.
"I think I can probably help you," she said at the end of
my story. "Why don't you come see me at ten in the
morning?"
"I'd like that very much."
She smiled again and clasped my hands. "Tomorrow, then.
We're in room 6."
I felt so relieved my eyes started to water as I thanked
her.
The stage act for that night was a man calling himself
Suzerain. He started out by getting six attractive women
to volunteer to be his assistants. He made a big show out
of hypnotizing his volunteers, then marched them one by one
into a cabinet no larger than a phone booth. He spun the
cabinet around, opened it up and it was empty. Once the
applause died down he closed the cabinet again, spun it in
the other direction a few times, and opened it again. Each
time he opened it another of his volunteers marched out,
still apparently deeply hypnotized, but their clothes were
gone - each was now wearing a tiny, sequined bikini that
left nothing to the imagination except how they gotten them
on in that condition.
He then used his new assistants to perform a series of very
dramatic illusions. One assistant was sawn in thirds,
reassembled the wrong way, then returned to normal; another
was transformed into a mannequin and back again; another
was made to float high above the stage and the crowd, then
brought back down. At the end of each trick, the assistant
used would reappear on stage in her original clothing, wake
up, and be dismissed to thunderous applause looking dazed
and confused.
After the show Toni and her party adjourned to the bar area
and took up their corner table again. A crowd gathered
around them as it had the night before, and before long the
crystal came out of the bag and I could hear the slow,
deliberate, soothing tones of their voices talking to the
crowd. I wanted so much to go back there, to let myself be
drawn into their spell again, but I'd already had my break
for the evening.
I slept fitfully and little that night, my mind too full of
anxiety to let me rest. On the plus side, I was awake
enough to have breakfast with Greg. He was startled when I
told him I had an appointment at ten, then confused when I
told him it wasn't with Dr. Anders, the ship's doctor, but
with a passenger. I promised to explain all later, and he
accepted that.
The first class section sits apart from the rest of the
main deck, in the forward end of the ship. The first two
cabins are VIP suites with separate bed and sitting rooms,
luxury baths, and a patio. Units 3 through 30 are the
larger single rooms, featuring an L-shaped space with a
sitting/working area near the door and the sleeping area
around the side semi-concealed, with a luxury bathroom
tucked into the middle. The rest of the first class units
are similar to a plush hotel room, slightly smaller but
well fitted out.
The door to unit 6 opened immediately at my knock and I
found myself face to face with Toni's husband, a sandy-
haired man with a quiet, academic look to him. "Hi," he
said, smiling. "I take it you're Dana?"
"Yes. Is Toni here?"
"Sure," he answered, motioning me inside.
Toni was sitting at the writing desk reading something on a
PowerBook. When she looked up and saw me, she closed the
lid and stood up to greet me. "Good morning, Dana. Do you
remember my husband, Rob?"
"I think so," I answered, shaking the man's hand. "To be
honest, I'm not sure I was awake when we were introduced."
Rob laughed. "I'm not sure I was either, so I guess that
makes us even."
This end of the room was furnished with an overstuffed love
seat, two chairs, the writing desk and a coffee table. Rob
took the other chair leaving me the love seat, which was
conveniently in between them. I sat down and promptly sank
deep into the pillow-like cushions until I thought a crane
might be necessary to get me out again.
"Okay," Toni began. "I thought we'd start out by getting
you to relax a bit, get comfortable with talking to both of
us. Then -"
"Wait a second," I interrupted, trying to rise up a little
bit. "Both of you? Is that really necessary?" The
prospect of discussing my sex life with a man was
disconcerting.
"We normally do work together," Toni explained. "Does that
make you uncomfortable?"
"Well . " I couldn't find the right words. I hadn't really
been prepared for the idea of talking to Rob, although I
had no reason not to trust him. How could I say that
without offending anyone?
Fortunately, Rob saved me. "It's okay," he said, giving me
another warm smile. "Some things are easier to discuss
with just your own sex. I can use the time to buttonhole a
few authors and find out if they've decided on joining the
panel yet." Rising from his chair, he put his hand out to
me again. "It was great meeting you, Dana. Good luck."
As the door closed behind Rob, I looked back at Toni
apprehensively. "Is it really okay?"
"It's fine," she said reassuringly. "It's important that
you be comfortable mentally as well as physically."
"Thanks."
Toni got up from her chair and settled into the love seat
next to me, her body turned slightly toward me. I expected
the magic crystal to come out at any moment. "You still
seem tense," she observed. "Why don't you close your eyes
and take a nice, deep breath for me?"
I did as she asked, several times, and felt the tension
seeping out of my body with each breath. Toni started
talking in that soft, soothing way, and before I realized
it I was floating in a warm, relaxing tub, talking with
Toni about all the things that bother me. We talked about
Greg and how much I love him, and how much it hurts me when
I have to pretend to cum with him. We talked about other
men I'd been with before Greg, especially Ray. I remember
becoming very sad when I told her how Ray had left
suddenly, with no explanation and no warning; I think I
even cried. I remember Toni holding me, rocking me,
telling me to go ahead and let the sadness out. Then she
took me deeper and everything went fuzzy for a while.
The next thing I remember is waking up on Toni's bed. I
felt as though I'd been crying for an hour: my face felt
wet and sticky, my stomach was tired from sobbing, I had a
base case of the dry heaves, and I felt totally drained.
Toni's hand touched my forehead, and a cool cloth wiped
around my face. "Relax, Dana," Toni said softly. "You've
opened up a pretty large piece of emotional baggage.
You're okay now, but I want you to stay here and rest for a
while. Nobody is expected here until three, so you've got
plenty of time."
"What happened?"
"I think we found the emotional cause behind your problem,"
she explained. "Things will start to come back to you at
their own pace. The important thing right now is to
realize that you've been hurt, but you're getting better
now. You may feel some things churning up for a little
while, but the worst is over."
I nodded.
"Close your eyes now and rest," she said. "I'll come back
to check on you now and again."
I spent the next couple of hours in Toni's bed, drifting in
and out of sleep. I know I dreamed, and I was left with
the feeling that my dreams were disturbing, dark, brooding
things, but I don't remember any of them in detail. Toni
came in a couple of times to check on me, and Rob did once.
I was grateful to both of them for being so kind.
By one o'clock I was feeling more like myself again. As I
climbed out of bed and started to straighten up, I heard
the main door opening quietly. I peeked around the corner
and came face to face with Toni. "How are you feeling?"
she asked, studying my face with a caring but critical eye.
"Better." As I said that, it really rang true inside me.
"Much better," I added as the conviction grew.
"Good. Would you mind if I take a quick peek under the
hood?" She motioned toward the bed.
I sat down on the edge and looked up at her. "Okay."
Toni's hands reached up to my face and she began to massage
my temples gently. A lazy, happy sort of haze drifted into
my brain and the world receded .
I was back in my own bed, although it never occurred to me
to wonder how that had happened. I was naked, and I was
aroused. Greg was with me, lying on top of me, his face
buried between my breasts. I put my hands down to caress
his shoulders as he kissed and suckled on my breasts. It
felt so good having him there. I closed my eyes and let go
the feeling sweeping over me. I felt an energy collecting
and growing in my loins, and then suddenly it burst free.
I was cumming, with Greg still sucking on my breast.
The sensation faded, but didn't completely go away. I felt
Greg's lips moving down my body now, kissing the valley
between my breasts, then down to my navel, and moving
further still. That wonderful feeling began to build again
as his lips approached my center. Then he was going down
on me, his tongue doing expert work on my most sensitive
places. I moaned and sighed and felt myself climbing, as
if I was on the up side of a roller coaster. I was going
to cum again, I knew it. Sure enough, moments later I felt
his tongue brush my clit in just the right way and I
climaxed, riding the coaster up and down a dozen steep
waves. I heard shrieking and squealing and dimly realized
it was my own voice doing it. I didn't care, though,
because I was in ecstasy.
My head cleared a little, and I found I was on all fours.
Greg was behind me, his hands reaching around to fondle my
breasts. I felt his cock slip inside me from behind and
looked back at him. Seeing the passion in his face lit a
fire inside me and I pushed back against him, meeting him
and squeezing him. I wanted to make him cum, I wanted him
to feel as good as I did. He kept getting longer and
harder, each stroke taking him deeper inside me. I felt
the tingling start and knew that it was happening again. I
concentrated on taking him in, squeezing tight, doing
everything I could to send him over the edge. It worked -
I felt his body tense and then his cock started to quiver
inside me. He grunted hard as he came, his cock pumping
slowly and steadily. I kept him well inside, milking him,
and within seconds I was cumming again myself.
. then I was awake again, sitting on the edge of Toni's
bed, looking up at her smiling face. I was out of breath,
as if I'd run a marathon, and my crotch felt soaked. "What
happened?" I asked, bewildered. "What's going on?"
"A little positive visualization," she answered soothingly.
"You're doing very well indeed, Dana. I think you're going
to be better than ever."
It felt so good to hear that; it amazed me a little how
much I had come to trust and rely on Toni in such a short
time. "I don't know how to thank you."
"No thanks are in order yet," she cautioned. "This was
just one very good session. I'd like to see you at least
twice more for follow-ups, and depending on how that goes I
may want to refer you to someone after the cruise is over."
"You mean I'm not cured?" The disappointment was swelling
up inside me again.
Toni sighed, placing her hands on my shoulders. "It
doesn't really work that way, Dana. What you've done today
is examined the emotional issues that have kept you from
fully letting go with Greg. You've opened up an old wound
and cleaned it out, but it still has to be protected and
allowed to heal. That will take some time. Expect some
strong emotions to come churning up, apparently at random,
for a few days - that's normal after a session like this."
I nodded, and Toni continued. "I've given you some
suggestions that should help with the process," she
explained. "You will find yourself feeling more open with
Greg, and that will help you to enjoy your lovemaking.
You've shown yourself that in your own mind, you can have
orgasms easily and freely. We can work on that some more
in the time we have left on this ship. Believe me, you
will be fine in every way - I just don't want your
expectations to be unrealistic. Do you understand?"
"Yes," I said truthfully. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," she said, joining me in a motherly
embrace.
When Greg's tour ended he came to my room as usual, but we
quickly decided to use our time to talk. I gave him a
fairly complete picture of my session with Toni - as much
as I could clearly remember, anyway - and he seemed
impressed. It occurred to me during the story that we
don't spend nearly enough time really listening to each
other. Greg said as much at the end of the tale. We were
connecting on a new level in that half hour, and we were
both a little bummed when it had to end so I could go to
work.
It was a busy night in the dining hall. The feature act
was a well-known hypnotist/comedian, and more people than
usual came early to dinner and lingered to see his act. At
one point I saw Toni and Rob at their usual table and came
over to greet them. When I saw their dinner companion, my
mouth fell open. "Greg!"
"Hi, honey," he said, clearly enjoying my reaction. "Rob
and Toni invited me to join them and see the show. It was
a chance to see you too, so I jumped at it."
"You watch these two," I told him in a mock warning. "If
you seem them pull out a big, shiny crystal ."
"Yes?" he prompted.
Toni's eyes met mine, and she winked secretly. "Look
deeply into the center of it and concentrate," I finished
with a sly grin.
The comedian was good. Busy as I was, I had to stop
several times to laugh. Greg and I made eye contact often
from across the room, but I didn't get much time to speak
to any of them. After the comedian they rose up and
adjourned to the bar area, in what was clearly becoming a
nightly custom. I wondered briefly whether Greg would
become part of another of Rob and Toni's demonstrations.
When midnight came I was physically tired, but still
feeling better emotionally than I had since we'd left
homeport. I made my way below decks to the crew quarters,
opened my door, and got one more happy surprise: a
rollaway bed had been pulled up next to mine, and Greg was
sacked out in it. As I closed the door he stirred and sat
up.
"Where'd you get that?" I asked, dumbfounded.
"Housekeeping," he replied with a shrug. "Rob and Toni
said you shouldn't be alone tonight, so here I am."
I rewarded his self-sacrifice with a very hot kiss, and
started undressing for bed. As I pulled off my underwear,
I saw Greg lift his head and start sniffing the air. "Do
you smell cinnamon buns?"
-wg
3/18/00
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