Second Chances--Part 2--Monday (MF)
Second Chances--Part 2 (MF)

Renae woke up cranky.  She had left the club early, drink in hand, hoping to be well-anesthetized by the time Phil and Stephanie returned.  It worked for a couple of hours, but the unfamiliarity of the room and the motion of the ship caused her to sleep fitfully, and she woke frequently, starting with the moment Steph and Phil stumbled in and starting rutting in Steph's bed again.  They would try to be quiet, but their shushes and whispers evolved into giggles and groans, followed by the unmaskable sounds of wet slurping body parts mashing together on a creaky mattress.  She sighed loudly once, and the sound stopped for a moment, then picked up again. Pretending to be asleep, she frigged at her clitoris in time with their pounding, and managed one orgasm pretty closely synchronized to Steph's, but it wasn't very satisfying.  And when the rhythm of a second round resumed across the room, she just couldn't interest herself in it any longer.  Well at least they were sleeping now, sprawled nude across the other bed, but for how long?  She must have had some sleep in there, too.  It was already almost 10:00 now, and she had a headache to beat all.  Maybe coffee and some carbs would help...  She pulled on shorts and her sport bra, tied her hair back in a ponytail, and threw on a tank top.

Coming out of the dark inside cabin was like suddenly changing time zones--if it had felt like pre-dawn morning in the room, it was clearly bustling midday on the ship.  The pool area was busy already, awash in warm Caribbean sunshine.  She stumbled through the buffet, picking up a muffin, some fruit, and the all-important caffeinated brew.   She ate quietly in the poolside area, waving off the waiter who checked to see if she was ready to start ordering drinks.  Maybe tomorrow she'd go for a breakfast Bloody Mary, but it was coffee that would restore her to life.  She downed a couple of glasses of water and headed for the gym.  It was actually fairly busy. The row of treadmills was completely occupied, but she spied an open elliptical machine at the end of the row and strode over to it. The jogger at the treadmill next to it was running at a pretty good clip, his thighs and calves taut and glistening with rivulets of sweat.  She caught herself staring, and gulped at the thought of the tight ass that would be beneath those shorts.  "Geez, Renae," chided her inner monitor--"Get a grip!" "That's exactly what I wish I could do!", she answered herself back.  She shook her head once and mounted the elliptical, striding slowly as she looked over the program options. She fumbled with her iPod, trying to keep a warmup pace moving as she pulled up her workout playlist. Finally she felt situated well enough to increase the pace of the machine and begin pushing harder with her own thighs. It was nice to look out over the ocean as she worked out.  She was finally starting to feel the physical tension of her desire dissipate with exercise, when a voice called to her.  "Hey, Renae!"  She jumped, turning to see that the voice was coming from the man at the next treadmill. Oh shit!  It was Brian!  And here she'd been lusting after his butt! She pulled out her ear buds and nodded to him, noting that he had slowed his pace.  "Good run?"
"Yeah," he replied. "Not quite as rejuvenating as around the lakes at home, but it should keep me from regressing anyway.  How was your night?"
"I'd probably better not say...but well, thanks to my roomMATES," she said, emphasizing the plural, "it was a pretty wretched night of sleep."
He nodded knowingly. "So--did you get some breakfast? Or thinking about lunch?"
"Yeah...I don't know. Guess I was planning on the pool, mostly. Assuming I can get back into my cabin to change at some point."
"Well, have fun. I'm going to shower up and then check out the Margarita Tasting in half an hour.  Hope to run into you sometime. Maybe at the jacuzzi later on?"
She nodded. "I'll look for you.  I wish I were a better workout partner, but I'm afraid I'd never keep up with you."
"No problem.  Just start with getting a healthy sweat, and try to build from there. You know, I only ran my first 5K 2 years ago, and now I couldn't imaging not running.  And you're young.  So build those good habits now."
She smiled and said she'd try. He waved goodbye.  She glanced back for one last peek at his ass, but caught him checking out her butt.  She smiled again and felt her heart lift.  The next interval felt abnormally light.  She finished the 20 minute program and grabbed a towel from the shelf. Wow. They even had a small fridge with cooled washcloths.  Refreshing.  She hurried back to the room, hoping to shower, but the deadbolt was in place now, and the door read "Do not Disturb". Doggone them. Now what?  She'd paid for half that cabin, too!   Damn.  She didn't want to jump in the pool with her workout gear on, and she couldn't exactly disrobe to shower off in the poolside showers. But she'd kind of hoped to be presentable if she ran back into Brian or...someone.  Or Brian?  Why was he on her mind?  Dang...he was more than twice her age! She shouldn't worry about that though, should she?  He was nice. Thoughtful. And that ass!  She couldn't remember seeing a leaner one on campus.  Well...OK then.  It's noon. Margarita time.  She rushed back up to the gym and gave her flushed face and pits a quick cooldown with two more of the cooling washcloths, draped a fresh towel around her neck, and headed off in the direction of the bars.  Fortunately the events were clearly marked on the monitors by the elevator, and she found the location for the Margarita demo just in time.  A cute red-haired waitress winked at her, and handed her the first sample.  Looking around, she spied Brian with a couple of older men conversing in a cluster of easy chairs at the side of the group.  Now or never.  Her crotch felt like a swamp, and she hoped it didn't smell like one.  Hopefully she was exuding pheromones, not just body odor.  "Hey, Brian.  Can I squeeze in?"
His face displayed surprise, interest, and something else--desire, maybe?--all at once. She apologized to the small group for her sweat, and got a couple of naughty snickers in response to her explanation of being blocked from her room . They all assured her that she was just fine. Brian introduced her, and they all shifted chairs around to include her.  They all clearly regarded her with extreme interest, though she sat nearest to Brian, and he made no move to pull away.  They listened politely to the bartender's story of Margarita, how her lover united lime and tequila with the salt of her sweat, and she grinned at Brian, lifting her eyebrow enticingly. She even teased the men by squeezing a lime wedge against the side of her neck.  The second and third samples came around--now strawberry, and mango, and then an offer of a fourth... She regretfully waved it off, and requested some water. "I'm already feeling lightheaded."   Wouldn't do to get dehydrated. Brian and the other men talked each other into a final shot of a top shelf tequila, toasted the cruise, and made plans to meet up again for the next day's martini tasting. She got giggly at the very thought of it, beaming all too openly at Brian the entire time.  Her internal monitor asked her what she would think if she were observing another sorority sister in this situation, but she just replied, "Fuck off, I know what I'm doing here".  It remained quiet after that.
The tasting customers dispersed, and the other two men stumbled off toward the casino. Brian struggled to his feet, and extended a hand to her. She tried standing, but wavered and leaned into him, just a little more than she needed to. His strong arms supported her.  Ooo. That was nice. She apologized again. "I keep falling on you... and now I'm getting sweat on you," she rambled. "I really wish I could have showered.  I'm pissed at Steph... I really feel grungy right now."
"You look healthy, not grungy, but I know what you mean. Umm. Well, look, uh-- I suppose you could come use my shower if you wanted. I guess I could even lend you some sweats and a t-shirt or something after, until you could get back into your cabin."
"Could I?  That would be nice. As long as it's not imposing." She batted her eyes innocently.  Score! Game, set, and match to Miss Weaver.
"What's to impose?  Like my daughter said, 'Just go with the flow'." 
"She sounds like fun."
"Yeah. I guess so. Remember though--I've forgotten how to have fun". He winked at her. "I'm sure she'd fit right in with you guys, though. I'm just down one deck here. Nothing fancy, but I do have a window."
"Sounds nicer than our inside cabin.  Guess it's good for sleeping, but I wasn't planning on spending a lot of time in my room anyway.  And apparently if Stephanie keeps up her plans, it'll be even less!" she giggled. She still felt unsteady on her feet and she swayed against him as they moved through the narrow corridor, holding onto his arm for balance.
Brian unlocked the door to the cabin and quickly surveyed whether it was presentable.  Jose had already been in to straighten up, so no worries there.  The bed was freshly made, fresh towels for Renae...Renae.  Bed.  Bed???  His heart jumped. Holy shit-- what the hell was he doing?
She leaned at the open door, head cocked to the side, eyebrows raised.  "Everything ok?"
"Umm, sure...but uh...listen, Renae..."
She laughed.  "I just met you yesterday.  I could be your daughter--Your YOUNGER daughter, even.  I let you talk me into drinking three margaritas on an empty stomach, and now I'm following you into your room and am about to take all my clothes off in front of you?"
"Something like that..."
"Could be fun?  Maybe...maybe I could help you remember how to have fun."
"Uh...well, um..."
She entered the room, kicked off her shoes, and locked the door behind her.   "Well, listen.  I came on this cruise to have fun and meet people, too.  And I figured there was small chance that I MIGHT even end up getting laid.  I'm an adult--a consenting one.  So--you 'going with the flow' or not?"
"I guess I'm...uh...out of practice?  I mean, honestly...it wasn't my intention..."  If it had been his intention, he thought, no WAY he'd be this lucky!
She smiled. "Well maybe it IS mine right now. Anyway, I didn't HAVE to accept the invitation, did I?  You can kick me out if you want to, or..." She turned to face him, and stood on tiptoes to cover his mouth with a long, wet kiss. 
He stood still for half a moment.  It really wasn't too late to back out now, was it?  But did he want to?  She was warm, soft in his arms...  He relaxed a little, then bent to pull her up into his arms.  His hands wandered to her rounded ass, and squeezed gently.  "Well, when you put it that way..."
"Mmm.  I'd hoped you'd agree..."  Her tongue flicked at his lips, and he kissed back more confidently.  Wow. He'd forgotten how powerful a mere kiss could be.  He massaged her ass more firmly, pulling her closer to him, and pressing his swelling member against her groin. He bent to kiss at her neck and tasted the salt of her sweat, and a trace of the lime she'd teasingly placed there. 
"Too bad I don't have some more tequila...," he chuckled.
"Yeah.  I DO still need that shower...but you're welcome to join me."
"Right this way."   He stepped up into the tiny bathroom and turned on the water.  Turning back he saw her watching him, a devilish grin on her face.  He smiled softly at her.  "Why me, though?"
"Well...opportunity, I guess... Lucky timing?  But you're by far the nicest, most interesting guy I've met lately, whatever your age might be.  And, well, to be totally honest, I'm horny as hell. I had to listen to my roommate fucking all night long--I'm just tipsy enough, and ...and well...um...well for another thing...your ass.  Would you mind just taking off your clothes now, please?"
Brian grinned at her, kicked off his deck shoes, and undid his waist button and fly.  He stripped off his t-shirt, let his shorts slide off and kicked them both away with the shoes.  Renae's gaze was fixed on his face, but she appreciated his tight abs on her way to checking out the bulge in his underwear. A flickering thought wished that he had something other than white briefs in his wardrobe, but he obviously wasn't going to have them on much longer.  She slipped out of her shorts as well, and tossed them on the pile with his.  Keeping eye contact, she added her tank and sport bra to the pile, smiling at the way he grinned when her breasts bounced free.  They were a nice size--smallish, but with a good amount of bounce, definitely pert and firm. He leaned in to pull her close, and felt them soft against his bare chest.  He kissed her again, softly this time, accepting her quiet moans of enjoyment as his hands explored her.
"This is so nice, Brian. I love 'first times'."  He slid his hands inside her pink bikini briefs and kneaded her ass. He realized it had been over 25 years since he'd had a 'first time'--but he thought it best not to mention that.  He reminded himself to savor this one.  She pushed closer to him, grabbing his butt in response and grinding her damp pubes against his swelling cock. His hands came up to cup her breasts and he tweaked the firm nipples with his thumbs.  "Enough!" she exclaimed.  She slipped her thumbs into the elastic of his briefs and tugged downward.  He quickly followed suit, pushing panties down her hips.  She made a tiny hum of approval when his swollen cock came into view, and lightly gripped the thick shaft.  "Oh my....I am going to LIKE this!"  She finished wriggling her way out of her underwear, allowing him to admire her damp, puffy mound, lightly shaded in trimmed brown curls.  Tan lines accentuated her erogenous zones, somehow lending an aura of innocence to her nudity.  She smiled a bit shyly at his gaze.
"Lovely, really,"  he remarked as she moved toward him.  "Beautiful."  He reached for her face and bent to kiss her deeply.  She leaned into him and clung to him as his hands gently traced over her neck, shoulders, arms, and returned to her breasts.  She sighed and moaned into his open mouth as he caressed them, his thumbs gently brushing the tips of each nipple.
"Just keep doing that while I get clean, ok?" she said, stepping into the shower.  That process was less efficient than usual in the cramped stall, but with four hands massaging soap and shampoo everywhere, the sweat and scum of her workout was quickly removed.  He could be forgiven, perhaps, for over-washing her breasts at first, but when she redirected him to scrub her back he was happy to cleanse her thoroughly from the top of her neck, where he nuzzled and kissed her, to the bottom of her ass, where his cock now prodded rigidly.  She did her part to slide soapy hands over each inch of his hard shaft, caressing his tender balls.  He embraced her under the flowing water, making her moan and shiver with desire as he kissed her deeply.  He gripped her ass and pressed his hardness into the cushion of her belly.  For a moment she thought he might lift her up and take her right there--and she would have gladly let him--but instead he began lowering himself to his knees, pressing her into the corner of the stall as he kissed at her breasts. "Oh god, Brian...I...oh god.  Can we take this outside?"
He grinned and shut off the water.   He licked at her nipples more as the water ran off their bodies, then he stood to reach for the towels, wrapping her up first and gently patting her dry.  She rustled and teased at her hair to dry it, watching as he vigorously rubbed himself down.  He was firm and lean, much more so than her.  He hadn't made any complaint, but she felt pudgy in comparison.  But from the state of his cock...clearly he had no lack of desire for her.  He reached for her hand and led her to the bed.  Tropical sun filled the room through the window.  Nothing but ocean out there, no one to hide their nakedness from.  "Can we open the window?  I'd love to hear the waves if we could."
"I think so.  As long as the door is closed--I guess it sets up a pretty major crosswind if you don't".  He moved to slide back the window as she turned down the bed to down on the far side.  She patted the bed behind her, motioning him to take his place there.  "Oh--I like that.  I love your neck, your ears, love that I can hold your breasts like this..."
She sighed deeply.  "And I love feeling your cock against my butt...mmmm.  What else do you like?"
"All of you.  You're soft and curvy.  I want to touch you all over."  One hand wandered lower, caressing the soft mound of her belly, as his lips tickled her neck and ears.   She didn't want to be 'curvy', but he was stroking her softly there, in ever widening circles, until his fingertips just brushed against the fringe of her soft bush.  She closed her eyes and relaxed.  Did he know how he was making her feel?  Her last lover couldn't wait to start poking at her cunt, but this man was making love to her least favorite feature--that chubby bulge that had resisted every aerobics class she'd ever bounced through.  "I also love that you trust me..." he whispered at her ear.  Oh. He did know...
She smiled and rolled over to face him.  "You beautiful man.  I know I chose wisely."   She took his hand and positioned it lower.  He caressed her mound and slid his finger into her moist cleft.  "And I want you.  Really bad."  She wrapped her arms around her neck and kissed him passionately.  He pressed harder against her mound and traced his finger against her clit, causing her to arch against him with desire.   She moaned into his mouth and thrust her tongue inside.  He pulled back softly from the kiss and loosened their embrace, against her whimpers of protest.
"Slow down, honey.  We've got all day.  And I don't want to end things too soon, if you know what I mean."
"I'm not worried.  Oh my god you turn me on!"
"I love that.  Let me just enjoy you."  He kissed along the curve of her neck and along the upper slope of her breast.  "I always wish I had two mouths..."  His tongue flitted around her puffy aureola, causing the tiny nipple at its center to spring into hardness.  His opposite hand attempted to do the same for its partner.  She groaned with the tense sensation, clenched his head, and ground her pubis against his hip. He lifted his thigh between her legs and rubbed back.  He stroked down her side and pulled her up against him, squeezing her bottom in time with the suckling of each breast.
"Oh Bri..."
"Mmmm. God you're gorgeous. Would you mind if I went down on you?"
"Oh god...mind??"  She scooted up slightly, angling her body across the bed as he positioned himself further down.  He was in no hurry to leave her breasts though, nuzzling in her cleavage as he made repeated transits from one nipple to the other.  When his hand returned to her mound, she opened her legs widely to him.  He coated his fingers with her juices and used it as a lube on each erect nipple, then licked it off as she gasped and moaned for more.  It had been so long since he had tasted the intoxicating musk of an aroused woman!  His hand returned with another coating of juices and he held it to her mouth.  She sucked it off hungrily as his cock twitched in appreciation, leaving a thin line of precum along her thigh.  Slowly he shifted himself lower to lie between her opened thighs.  He again nuzzled at her soft belly. She moaned as his lips lightly caressed her bush, then her outer labia, and finally, torturously, nibbled at her inner folds.  When his tongue finally parted her inner labia and lapped at her juices she gasped and squirmed.  She tried to grab his head and press his face into her, but he wouldn't allow it.  He grasped her hands and held them down at her side, making her groan with aroused frustration.  She arched her pelvis to him, squirming, begging, crying out for release.  Finally, just as she thought she could take it no longer, his tongue took a heavy, firm stroke upward over her clitoris.  He released her hands and lifted her ass as he powerfully and decisively attacked her clit with stroke after stroke.  Her juices now dripped from his chin.  Once he brought her almost to the peak but backed down again, kissing lightly on her labia, and she swore at him with disappointment.  He would not do that to her again. She matched each of the next strokes with upward thrusts and a crescendo of cries until she finally gasped and convulsed in ecstasy.  Still he didn't stop.  He backed away from her sensitive clitoris, but slid two fingers into her hot, slippery channel.  Matching the rhythm of her breathing he slowly fucked her with his hand as his tongue continued to play over her fragrant, dripping mound.  Soon she thrust against him again, crying out with each stroke  "Ah..unhhh...oh...ahh...ohhh...aaahhh...AHHHH!" as she crashed through another climax.  "Oh fuck, Brian.  Oh please stop...OH!"  An aftershock hit her as he withdrew his fingers, and her thigh flew up against his face.  She curled into a fetal position and shivered, then laughed.  "Are you ok?"
Brian smiled back.  "No lasting injury."  He crawled up beside her to kiss her flushed face.  "Are YOU ok?"
"Never better. You're really very GOOD at that.  If that's 'out of practice', well...yikes.  I might be leaving this ship in a wheelchair!"
He grinned, noting the implication that there could be more to come.  "That might make two of us."
"It's your turn now...  How do you want me, lover?"  She reached for his hard cock.  "Do you want to come on me? Or ...?  I'm yours..."
"Mmm, oh please.  I want... Oh God I want to be inside you."
"Mmmm.  And I want to fuck you over and over again. I suppose I should tell you that I'm on the Pill, so you don't have to worry about that. Mind if I go on top?"
He grinned.  "Not at all".  He rolled onto his back and she climbed up to straddle his chest.  He reached for the lovely breasts over his face, and she lowered herself toward him. As she slid back, she could feel his hardness poking against her ass.  If he had enjoyed teasing her, well, she could do the same.  She let him suck on her nipples a little, and moaned as he attempted to pull an entire breast into his mouth. He stroked the nipple with his tongue, just as it had lashed her clit earlier.  His cock was instinctively seeking her, but when he tried to grip her hips and align himself to enter, she squirmed away, grabbed his wrists and pressed his hands into the pillow above his head.  They exchanged devilish grins as he made a feeble attempt to escape her clutches.  She rubbed her juicy mound over his firm abs, leaving a trail of musk across his belly.  She tweaked his nipples, and massaged them with her natural lube, just as he had with her.  She slid back again, teasing his cock with her ass as she kissed him and tasted the scent of her pussy on his face.  The head of his cock was at her entrance and she could easily have taken him inside, but she lifted her hips a little and let her slippery cleft slide along the length of his shaft.  "Oh god--you are so hot and wet there!" he moaned. She made no reply, but slid lower to nuzzle his chest.  She kissed his stomach where she had left her trail of juices and returned to suck lightly at his nipples as well.  His cock jumped against her soft belly, and she felt moisture oozing from its end.  Making love to this man was awesome.  None of her boyfriends had seemed to want to take this kind of time in teasing.  If it didn't directly involve them getting their cock into her mouth or cunt, they didn't seem to get it.  But Brian was thriving on it, savoring her scent, her sight, her sound.  One fuck was not going to be enough for her today.  It might take some doing to get another round from him, but it would be SO good getting there!  She slid further down, letting his cock settle at her chin as she kissed around his navel.  She could feel his abs and thighs tensing in anticipation of her mouth approaching him.  Echoing what he had done, she merely brushed her lips lightly along his shaft, then teased his glans lightly with the tip of her tongue.  Each touch made his cock twitch, and when she finally took the head into her mouth, just up to its soft rim, he groaned.  She caressed and brushed his scrotum gently with her fingers, and stroked lightly at the soft cushions guarding his asshole.  She wrapped a hand around his shaft and kissed his cock lightly again, looking upward at his face.  His eyes were closed, mouth slightly open and breathing heavily. His flat belly was quivering lightly with tension.  He was ready.  She was ready. She slid back upward, stretching her body over his.  Again he felt his cock caressed by lips, cheeks, neck, breasts, belly, and bush.  Again her slippery cleft slid along his shaft.  Again it poked against the cushions of her ass as her lips lightly touched his.  He sighed heavily.  She noticed tears trailing from his eyes, so she kissed them too.  He reached out for her and held her close.  "Fuck me, please, Renae.  I want you.  I need you right now."  She slid lower, her opening just kissing his cockhead.  Slowly she moved, millimeter by millimeter, until feeling him slip between her softest folds.  She pressed back another inch and he slipped perfectly inside with a moan.
"Yes," she replied.  "I am going to fuck you, my sweet man."  One smooth move backward and he was inside her to the very root, and it was her turn to moan.  "Oh fuck, Brian. You fill me up."  She rocked slowly, forward then back, with a gentle rhythm.  He had opened his eyes again and was watching her face intently. What he saw was genuine delight. She felt so very good wrapped warmly and wetly around him. He moaned. Her slow movements were perfection.  He wasn't yet feeling an urgency to thrust, and her rocking squeezed him gently at the base of his shaft, rather than the hypersensitive tip.  They watched each other, enjoying their delight together.  It was amazing.  She was intoxicating him.  Whatever this had started as, it was turning into something incredible.  His throbbing cock in her was making her want to move, to thrust, to grind, to moan, but she struggled to stay in control.  Gradually she let the urgency increase, and felt his need build in response.  His hips began flexing, wanting to thrust harder.  His hands gripped her side now, nudging her along.  She let her rocking become stroking, each pass growing longer than the last, until she was rising when he pulled back, and falling back against him when he arched upward off the bed.  They moaned, grunted, and groaned in happy unison, building to the moment when he gasped and tightly held her down against him, trembling as his cock throbbed and burst inside her.  She covered his mouth with hers and moaned into him.  She held him inside as his climax passed, then found the spot where her clit rubbed against his root.  She rocked, back and forth, harder and faster, until her release came again, and she laid down against his chest with a sigh of satisfaction.  Still she held him inside, refusing to let him leave until his erection completely receded, and their combined cum trickled out over his balls.  A kiss to her forehead broke the silent contentment, and she stretched, moaned happily, and rolled off of him.
"Wow."
"Wow?"
"Mm hmm.  Wow.  That was..."
"Good?"
"Very. And Satisfying."
"I'm glad.  Really glad."
"I'm glad too."
"You were perfect.  Just perfect."
"Really?"
"Really."
"You umm, uh...don't want to um, quit now, do you?"
He smiled at her.  "Not unless you do. I'm not expecting a relationship.  But right now, well..." He wanted to hold her, to doze in her arms, nuzzle her breasts a little longer.   "Don't leave just yet..."  She cradled his head against them and stroked his hair. 
"I'll stay.  This needs to be more than a one-night, or, uh afternoon, hookup with you.  But you really don't have to plan your week around me, either, if you don't want to..."
"As opposed to what?  Hanging out with the Avonlea crowd all week?"
She laughed.  "OK then.  So well then, um, would you...well, like...could we...?  Oh geez...god this is so high school..."
"Let me do this for you.  Renae, would you do me the honor of being my, uh...consort?...for the rest of the cruise?"
She giggled.  "Too formal.  Escort?"
"Oh GOD no--that would sound like I'd hired you!"
"OK then--boyfriend!"
He guffawed.  "Oh let me just be your friend.  With benefits, as they say?"
"Traveling companion.  But yes, certainly, with benefits.  LOTS of benefits!"
"Wonderful benefits.  You know, though, do you think maybe I could take you on a date tonight?  A real date.  Dinner, maybe a show, or dancing?"
"I'd love that.  I have to get my dress from my cabin though.  Hopefully Steph will let me in there again..."
"Well, about that...  Well...you know you could just bring your stuff up here.  Stay here...in this cabin? Well as much as you want to, anyway... I have a spare key card.  I guess I don't want to tie you down, either. Well, unless you're into that," he quipped.
"Well that WILL make it a lot easier to 'consort', won't it?" she teased.
"Much more convenient benefits, yes." he replied. 
He pulled her back into his arms and kissed her.  She kissed back enthusiastically. Their legs intertwined, and they basked in fully relaxed satiety.  He sighed and breathed deeply, trying to match the rhythm of her breathing, feeling deeply rested even though not asleep.  Finally she whimpered a little and whispered.  "I'm sorry sweetie, but I need to pee."
"Mmm.  All good things must come to an end.  For a little while, anyway."
She smiled and pecked his cheek, then scooted off the bed and into the bathroom.  He grinned at the sound of her urine tinkling, enjoying that she felt comfortable enough with him that she didn't bother to close the door. 
She emerged to gather her clothing, such as it was, sniffed it and started pulling it back on.  "Eh, I'll shower again anyway. I'll go get dressed, and back up in say, an hour?  I haven't really unpacked much yet, so it won't take too long."
"Great--I'll phone around and see where we can get a reservation for a nice table.  Is there anything special you'd like?"
"Surprise me. I'll just look forward to spending more time with you--even if it's just the buffet again." 
He watched her with relaxed interest as she dressed.  "Renae..."
"Yes?"
"I just want you to know that you're really beautiful. You've made me very happy today."
She smiled.  "I'll take your word for it...  But thanks..."  She crossed back to the bed to kiss him again. She whispered in his ear.  "And YOU are an awesome lover.  This is going to be a wonderful week. Let's fuck again tonight."
He gulped.  Finally he croaked out, "Hurry home. Don't forget your key card." 
She blew him a kiss and turned toward the door.  "See you in a little bit!"
He collapsed back into bed as it shut behind her.  What on earth had he done?  His gut (and definitely his cock) certainly felt that it had been a good thing--but his mind, now that it was recovering from the immediate relief of lust, was besieged by a nagging doubt.  At least half of it, he was sure, was about her age. He couldn't help but feel that he was taking advantage of her, despite her denials.  Of course, the same could be said for her--maybe she had unspoken "daddy issues" of some sort.  The remaining bits were part residual guilt about premarital sex, promiscuity, and fucking on a first date--though society had changed a lot since he was her age--maybe some worry about how quickly they seemed to be bonding, and whether that was appropriate?  Well what was it?  Neither of them seemed to want meaningless sex, yet they were both denying expecting anything long term.  But there was already something more about her.  Something that stimulated his emotions, not just his cock.  Was that it?  Maybe it was just that he couldn't just enjoy the moment without over analyzing it.  That's probably what Deb would have said.  Maybe he did somehow want his late wife's approval--and wasn't sure she'd give it.  He wondered what Emily would say..."Don't miss an opportunity" or something like that was what she'd said last night, but he doubted that this was what she'd imagined.  He wished there was a therapist or chaplain on board to talk to.  Maybe a bartender?  Nah...though it would be intriguing to know what Miss Allison might say about this.  He pulled himself up and plodded into the shower.  You know, he told himself, you should really just focus on tonight.  You've got an actual DATE in about 30 minutes here...  It had been a really LONG time, but he figured a shower, fresh shave, cologne, his nicer outfit...all of that still applied.  She said 'dress' so probably he needed a nice shirt at least. Sport jacket?  Hopefully no tie.  He showered quickly and shaved again.  He wanted his cheek to be smooth when it lay against hers tonight--or against any other body part he caressed.  Drying off, he tidied up his dirty clothes and looked around. Well, Jose would take care of the turn-down service for the room while they were at dinner. But what could he do to make things special for her?  For their first night together?  He flipped through the dining brochure for the meal options.  Main dining would be OK, though not very special.  He called the French gourmet restaurant, but they were booked up until 9.  The Italian option was open though--always safe, he thought, with potential to be romantic if desired.  He asked for a table for two, at a window, and his request was granted, provided he could wait until 7:30.  He hoped she wouldn't be too hungry.  It was almost 5:30 now, and other than the margaritas, he hadn't had anything since breakfast, and he assumed the same for her.  Maybe they could have a cocktail and an appetizer or something at one of the bars first.  On the back page of the brochure were listed special room service items--wine, chocolates, flowers...  They'd probably get plenty of the first two with dinner, but maybe if there was a bouquet waiting when they got in...ridiculously expensive compared to land, but when had he last spent anything on someone else?  She should have the best. He picked up the phone and ordered. He looked out the window as the ocean slipped by, imagining a quiet dinner, some drinks maybe at the comedy club...coming back to the cabin together...kissing her...holding her in his arms and ... hmm.  Maybe she was right about the underestimating himself.  Just thinking about it was starting to make him hard again.  He found a passable dressy casual ensemble in his belongings and dressed.  There was a quiet tap at the door, then Renae was letting herself in--right on time.  She was in shorts and a fresh t-shirt, and rolling her suitcase and shoulder bag behind her.
"Sorry I'm not dressed yet--it took me a couple of more minutes to pull things together, and then Stephanie came in while I was drying off and packing and I needed to explain..."
"No problem...I hope," he replied, searching her face for some clue. "What did Stephanie say?"
"Oh she didn't mind.  I'm sure she'll enjoy herself.  She was worried that I was offended, but I let her know that it was because I'd made a friend with a MUCH nicer cabin!"  She smirked.  "I didn't tell her about the 'benefits'--but I imagine she'll figure it out."
"I'm...I'm just delighted to see you.  We've got almost two hours for you to get settled and dressed, so take your time."
"It won't take that long."  She hugged him and kissed him enthusiastically.  "You smell good--and you look, well, HOT."
He shook his head.  "Nowhere near as beautiful as you look, even right now..."  His hands wandered over her bottom and under her t shirt to caress the unrestrained breasts beneath.
"Hmm--maybe YOU should go out for a little walk while I get dressed.  Wouldn't want to miss dinner!"
He grinned and kissed her deeply.  "Good idea.  I'll settle my first date jitters a bit.  Our reservations are at the Italian restaurant at 7:30.  Shall I return for you at 7:00?"
"Perfect.  Now shoo.  I need to make myself beautiful..."
He smiled at her, kissed her cheek, and exited.  He walked a leisurely lap around the promenade, then decided to stop in at the atrium bar to people-watch and sip a martini.  Judy Branch and her gaggle of sales associates breezed through on their way to Bingo, and he waved off their invitation, stating that he had dinner plans.  One of the Thirty-somethings tipsily expressed disappointment as the other tried to shush her.  He chuckled at the thought of what they might be saying later if they saw him with his Date. He checked the time--almost 6:30.  He drained the last mouthful, letting the vodka warm his gullet nicely.  He reminded himself to go easy--his date was probably used to more well, vigorous, 20-somethings with more reliable equipment.  Too much alcohol might soften her up, but softening wouldn't be a good thing on his end!  Thinking about her right now, though...it wasn't the vodka warming him up down there.  Presently, he came to his--their--stateroom, knocked lightly, and let himself in.  She was standing in front of the vanity mirror, primping at a loose strand of hair. "I'm sorry...my hair type and tropical humidity...we're just not a good combination".  Otherwise, she looked perfect.  Stunning, even.  She shimmered in a short sapphire blue cocktail dress that clung to her curves perfectly.  A blue bejeweled silver pendant hung down into her cleavage, daring men (and women for that matter) to gaze on the inner slopes of her breasts.  Looking upward though, came the truly heart-stopping sight:  whatever she'd managed with her eye makeup was...well...wow.  Her whole face beamed and glowed.  "Renae...oh...wow."
She smiled demurely.  "Do I look presentable?"
"Presentable to royalty.  My gosh..."
"OK--you're laying it on thick right now.  And you should know I don't need extra buttering-up if you're just trying to get into my panties! Well, if I were wearing any..." 
He grinned and moved to embrace her.  His hands swept over her back and bottom to confirm the lack of undergarments.  "Mmmm...I'd hate to waste all the effort you went to in putting yourself together without taking you out to let you show it off.  And I promised you a date, so a date you shall have."
"That's good, because I'm pretty hungry. And not just for your cock..." She gave a squeeze to confirm that he was still there, and indeed, ripe for the taking. A lick of the lips, a kiss, and she turned to her suitcase to dig out a pair of functional heels.  She maneuvered herself into them and spun around once for his benefit.  He nodded his approval, and she headed for the door, laughing.  He followed obediently.  This could end well.
Dinner was very nice, leisurely, quiet, with attentive service.  They shared a bottle of Chianti to accompany their dinner, savoring the perfectly crafted meal.  She felt too full for dessert, and let him know that she didn't want to feel too stuffed when they got back to their cabin.  He proposed a walk around the ship, and a stop off for a quiet after-dinner drink.  That sounded good.  They circled the promenade deck twice, ditching her shoes for the second pass.  When his arm circled around her, her head slipped nicely against his chest.  They returned to their starting point, retrieved the shoes, and he led her back to the quiet piano bar he'd visited last night. He was delighted to see Allison tending bar, and she greeted them with a friendly nod.  "Manhattan?"
"No, not tonight I think.  Maybe just a nice brandy. And something nice and light to cap off a lovely Italian meal for Miss Renae here." He pecked Renae's cheek and excused himself to the restroom.
"I have just the thing.  Something not too sweet?"  Renae nodded.  "I'll mix you a limoncello martini.  It cools the palate and warms the heart at the same time."
"Never had one, but it sounds just right," she replied.  She watched the young redhead assembling ingredients into the cocktail shaker.  "You were here this morning for the margarita thing.  How many hours do you have to put in?" 
"That's right.  Long hours, but all my expenses are covered, I get to travel--kind of--and save money, and lots of nice people.  Like your boyfriend here...I met him last night and invited him to the margarita tasting.  And see, now he's back for more."  She lowered her voice and looked around conspiratorially. "Even though I turned him down when he tried propositioning me last night."  She winked and grinned.
Renae giggled. "Well, I'm glad you did. Made it a lot easier for me to pick him up this afternoon."
"I was wondering about that.  You got a little tipsy."
"Not so much that I didn't know what I was doing.  I like this guy a lot."
"It shows, honey.  And he likes you, too. I hope you have a great cruise together.  And if you don't mind me saying--", she lowered her voice to a whisper-- "he definitely looks fuckable." She raised an inquiring eyebrow.
Renae blushed and smiled.  "Mmm hmm.  He is. VERY fuckable."  Brian returned to the sight of the two lovely ladies chatting across the bar.  He caught Allison's wink toward Renae as she turned to serve another customer.  His raised eyebrow toward Renae was met with a coy blush as she sipped at the lemony cocktail.  "She's right."
"About what?"
"Oh...This drink.  It's cooling in the mouth, but warming inside. I like it." She sipped some more.
"That wasn't all you were talking about, was it?"
"Nope."  She smiled. It made him feel unusually warmed inside. "She remembered us from this afternoon, figured that we'd hook up. She also said that you looked...what was the word?"  She leaned toward him and brought her mouth close to his ear. Oh god, what she was doing to him...  "Fuckable.  She said you looked 'fuckable'. So what do you say? Want to go home and FUCK?"
He moaned. "Not until my hard-on goes down enough for me to walk, sweetheart.  But yes, there's nothing I'd rather do tonight." She kissed his ear and caressed it lightly with her tongue.  He felt his cock stiffen in response.  "Not. Helping.", he gasped.  She giggled. 
They lingered over their drinks, not saying much, but studying each other's faces intently.  As they left, she held his hand for the short walk to the cabin.  He carried her shoes for her.  He suggested another walk around the ship, but she nixed that.  "There's only one place I want to be right now...," she whispered. 
He kissed her in response.  "...and only one person I want there with me," he replied.
They entered the cabin and locked the door behind them.  He gathered her in his arms for a proper kiss.  She pressed herself against him and opened her mouth, inviting his tongue to dance with hers.  His hands caressed her back and bottom and moved to undo her zipper. 
"Mmm...just a minute, sweetie.  Can I get ready for bed first?"
"Of course," he replied, with just a hint of disappointment in his voice. "I should probably brush my teeth and take care of things, too."
She caressed his arms and smiled at him, giving him a brief glimpse of her round ass as she turned away and let her dress fall.  She waved him away, and he obeyed and retired to the bathroom.  After he peed, washed up and brushed his teeth, he heard her knock lightly.  "My turn."  She was wrapped in one of the light robes from the closet, and carried her cosmetic bag.  "I promise not to take long."  She kissed his cheek. 
He returned to the room.  The steward had turned down the bed and left chocolates and another towel animal on the pillows.  Brian set them aside for later and undressed, hanging up his clothes next to hers.  There was something so comfortingly ordinary about all this.  He'd missed living with a woman in ways other than the sex, he guessed.  Again he wished he had brought nicer underwear than his white briefs.  He wondered what, if anything, she had put on under that robe.  Well, he'd just take his chances and slip into bed nude. He turned off the rest of the room lights, slid into bed, and waited.
She emerged from the bathroom silently and turned off the light.  There was just enough ambient light filtering through the window to cast a dim glow into the room.  He watched her every move as she drew near to the bed and undid her robe.  He smiled his approval of her unveiled nudity and beckoned her into an embrace.
"Renae...I am so glad I found you. Even if it's just for a little while."  She whispered her agreement and fluttered her lips against his neck.  Her fingers stroked against his side and sent tingles of pleasure down his spine.  He pulled her closer and caressed her smooth bottom as she gently parted his legs with her thigh and felt him hardening against her. 
She breathed into his mouth and caressed his lips with her tongue.  "I honestly wasn't expecting anything like this, but...  Oh--I've wanted this so much. I think I even wanted you before I met you, if that's possible. Make love to me tonight...let me sleep in your arms."
"Oh sweet Renae..."  He kissed her neck and moved lower, to nuzzle at her breast.  He teased at a nipple with his lips, then circled it lightly with his tongue.  She moaned and he sucked harder, pressing his tongue against her as he pressed his erection against her thigh. She rolled over and arched her back, opening her legs to him.  He caressed her soft belly in widening circles and let his fingers draw near to her heated mound.  She sighed tremulously as he touched her there, easing open her cleft to feel the wetness within.  He fingered her gently as his mouth continued to make love to her breasts until she was begging him for more.  He encircled her stiff little clit and felt her press up against his hand.  She gasped and groaned and finally pleaded with him.  "Oh god, Brian.  I'm so ready...I need you there.  Please, please, NOW!"  He climbed on top of her and she opened herself to him.  She reached for his hard cock and pulled it toward her.  He lay on top of her and pressed his hardness against her cleft, stroking her clit with his cock.  She drew her legs up over his ass and squeezed him against her.  Finally his cock found her entrance and he slid inside her with a single smooth stroke. She gasped loudly and arched up toward him.  "Ohhh!  Oh FUCK Brian.  Oh my GOD that's so GOOD."  She gripped him with her inner muscles and squeezed.  She was hot and wet, tight and slippery.  Her arms and legs were doing all they could to completely engulf him in warmth and passion as she kept declaring her pleasure with words and moans and movement.  "Ah oh god oh TAKE me Brian...oh my fuck...oh yes I want you in me...oh fuck me fuck meee...mmmph".  He covered her mouth with his, muffling her cries, but not reducing her passion.  Her tongue dived into his mouth and he sucked it in as deeply as she was taking his cock into her.  Their tongues intertwined, reenacting the intimate contact of their bodies.  He felt totally wrapped in her.  It felt as though his cock was now part of her, that they shared a single organ of pleasure.  He stroked into her again and again, each thrust met with a surge of her own until she reached her inevitable peak.  He felt her every muscle tense--her calves encircling his thighs, her thighs squeezing his hips, her back arching upwards, her fingers clenching his shoulders, her mouth opening into a scream of ecstasy.  And at the center of it all her vagina throbbing around his cock.  He ground himself against her as she climaxed, drawing out a third and fourth wave of spasms and moans before her body relaxed as completely as it had tensed.  Her center was now liquid, her body clinging desperately to him.  She felt that she was floating away, and to let go would be to lose him, yet there was no strength left.  She fell endlessly, but he was there to catch her.  Now his hands held her tightly behind her knees.  He lifted her knees to his shoulders and held onto her.  He was thrusting, panting over her, now moaning, swelling, groaning, and...UNNGh.  He called her name breathily and gasped at her ear.  She sighed happily as she felt him twitching inside her.  They had no measure for the time they stayed joined, drifting in and out of conscious awareness as his body relaxed against hers.  At some point he must have awakened and rolled to his side, still embracing her.  She vaguely recalled a towel daubing at her groin, then gently tucked beneath her ass to catch the flow of their cum, but she didn't move, couldn't move, didn't want to move.  He kissed her lips gently, wrapped his arm over her breasts and slept in peace, his last vision the smile of bliss on her face.