Second Chances--Part 4--Tuesday night to Wednesday (MF, rom)

Eventually, Renae and Brian untangled themselves from one another and stumbled into the shower. Warm water and a soapy rubdown after a good hard fuck was a perfect way to begin their evening."It's hard to believe that we've barely been together a full day", she said, as he massaged shampoo into her scalp.
"It is...well, it's been a lovely day." His hands drifted over her shoulders and reached around her to cup her firm, apple-sized breasts as he kissed the nape of her neck. "Are you sure you're staying?"
She leaned back into him and smiled. "Of course." She turned around to embrace him, blinking against the spray of water. "Brian...you're the sweetest...And the best sex I've had in my life. Seriously. I know you think I'm crazy going after a man twice my age--but I've got no doubt that you're the right man for me right now. I just had a fleeting thought of it when we had dinner the first night, and I still wasn't sure I wasn't just playing when I followed you here yesterday afternoon...but after you made love to me yesterday, and took me out last night, and made love so beautifully to me again, And again...Oh Brian. I meant what I said..."
"The L-word?"
"The L-word. I love you. Brian. Too fast or not, too young or not. I love you--and I'm not going to go away easily."
He pulled her close. "And I won't send you away." How could I spurn such a beautiful gift? he thought to himself. There were other questions shooting across his mind too--what would happen next? What would Emily say? Was there a future beyond next Sunday's return to Miami? But most unusually for him, he let them be washed away in the shower spray, content for once to live in this precious moment. "I love you, too, Renae. I do..." He felt her arms relax as she leaned into him with a contented sigh.

Drying off and dressing moved happily along. Renae once again slipped into her shimmering blue cocktail dress, eschewing the addition of underwear. Brian chose his better dress slacks and nicer blazer, which better complemented the one tie he had packed. They stood side by side at the mirror, he tying his neckwear, she softly brushing through her sandy blonde hair. When he stopped to watch her, she made eye contact in the mirror and smiled quietly. His heart fluttered and he actually blushed and looked away, which made her giggle until he recovered sufficiently to grab her soft ass and make her squeal. She didn't slap his hand away though, and seemed to encourage a repeat attempt at the other cheek. He smiled at her in the mirror and chuckled.
"What? What are you laughing about?"
"Me. I think...well, I think I might be remembering how to have fun," he replied.
She put down the brush, turned, and stood on tiptoes to kiss him. "Good. I hope you hear from you daughter next week that you're a changed man, and she wants to know what happened."
"And should I tell her?"
"Hmm...well, that's up to you, isn't it? 'Guess what, Emily--I met a girl younger than you and I fucked her brains out and made her fall in love with me...' Something like that?"
"Oh god no! Maybe 'I fell in love with a beautiful young woman who is making me see my life quite differently.' "
"Boring...but suit yourself. She'll figure it out though, won't she?"
"You have no idea...and unfortunately, she'll probably be quizzing me on the fucking part. Well, she's not exactly a shy girl."
"I didn't think so. C'mon, are you ready to take your new girlfriend out on the town?"
"You know it," he replied, taking her ass one more time in both hands and pulling her against him. She responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and hopping up into his arms, wrapping her legs around him and forcing him to lift her up while she kissed him hard, pushing her eager tongue into his mouth. "I'm not exactly a shy girl, either." She quickly dismounted, slipped on her shoes and headed for the door with a teasing backward glance.
"Thank God", he replied, shaking his head in mock exasperation as he followed after obligingly.

Dinner with Stephanie and Phil was charming and light-hearted. Brian felt that twenty years had fallen off his shoulders as he enjoyed their youth and vitality. The young women were obviously of one mind when it came to understanding their effect on their dates, and would whisper conspiratorial secrets to one another, accompanied by teasing looks at Phil and him. Phil struck him as earnest and responsible, and as such, equally befuddled by the feminine levity they encountered. When the ladies excused themselves to the restroom, he cleared his throat and attempted to start a serious conversation with Brian. They chatted politely about work, sports, and such--until Brian turned the topic to his relationship with Stephanie. He learned that they'd been together for 3 years exclusively, and that Phil thought that they'd get married in a year or two, after they graduated. Brian thought that was nice, and tried to offer some advice in a way that didn't sound too fatherly. Fortunately the women returned and the desserts arrived. Stephanie informed them that she and Renae had decided that they would go dancing after dinner. It was said in a manner that did not invite discussion, so Brian just nodded and followed along. He figured that he and Phil might find that more acceptable if he sprang for a round of stronger after-dinner drinks, and invited the others to order chocolate martinis or irish coffees to complement dessert, to which all willingly agreed. The social lubricant had its desired effect, and soon he and Phil were proceeding from the dining room to the club, laughing together and enjoying the warmth of the lovely ladies clinging to their arms. Since it was Formal Night, the dance music was classic slow jazz standards, and they could continue clinging together on the dance floor, swaying somewhat in time to the slow romantic music. Perhaps it was just the whiskey in his coffee, but it seemed that Renae was glowing radiantly each time he looked at her, and he was feeling truly besotted.

The reverie of the moment was interrupted suddenly by the sound of a curse and breaking glass at the bar. Out of the corner of his eye, Brian saw a young woman running away in tears, closely followed by Stephanie. Renae's eyes suddenly widened, and she froze, gripping his arms in fear. He heard someone continuing to shout at the bartender, and saw Phil rushing over to intervene. His friend Will, clearly overserved, was shoving against two other young men as Phil tried valiantly to talk him down. Brian instinctively turned to face the commotion, holding Renae behind his back. Will caught sight of them and grew visibly more agitated. "Look here, old man, if you want to get messed up with fucking that ungrateful bitch, good for you. But you'd better know she'll dump you someday just like she shit on me!"
"Shut the fuck up, Will. It's none of your business," intervened Phil firmly. "You brought it on yourself, and you know it. Now get back to your cabin, sober up, and I'd better not see you hanging around any of these Sisters until you can act like an adult. Now beat it, before they call ship's security on you."
Brian could feel Renae trembling at his back. She gripped his arm as Will shot them one last look of disdain, with a middle finger salute as exclamation point. Phil followed him out the door to make sure he left, then turned back to the others in their group to check in. The guys told him that Will had been there for awhile drinking alone when they arrived, and had groped at one of the sorority sisters, which resulted in the thrown drink and the fleeing young woman. Phil assured them that Steph would see to her, and that he'd check in on Will later to make sure he had settled down. Finally, Phil turned back to Brian and Renae. "I'm really sorry if this wrecked the evening for you."
Renae was tearing up, and sobbed lightly. "No, I'm sorry. I should have been firmer that Will shouldn't have come. I...I...oh shit." Tears flowed heavily now. "I'm sorry, Bri...I've got to go. I need to be alone a few minutes." She hurried away toward the Ladies' restrooms, in the direction Steph had gone.
"She'll be ok, " offered Phil, seeing the worry in Brian's eyes.
He just sighed. "Poor kids... Look, I'm not sure it's helpful that I'm here right now. I'll let you keep smoothing things over. I'm glad we had dinner with you--let's do it again, ok?  Tell Renae I went for a walk on the Promenade and will be back in a bit. Take care of the girls, OK?" Phil nodded blankly and Brian headed off.
Brian wasn't sure what to think--was he running away from this by leaving? Yet he really felt that if he'd stayed to wait for Renae to compose herself, that he might be inserting himself in the issue in an unwelcome way. Was this a bad omen for this whole affair? Reinforcement of their being a generation apart? He mulled these thoughts over repeatedly as he circled the ship. He wasn't sure how long he'd been away before coming back to himself and deciding that he should return and reclaim his date.
For whatever reason, the club was much quieter when he returned. The music still played, but most of the young people had moved on. Renae was sitting alone at one end of the bar, watching as Phil and one of the other young men played darts in the corner. She looked up with relief as Brian approached.
"I'm sorry I took off on you. Phil wouldn't let me leave until you got back."
"Well, I kind of took off too, but I knew he'd take care of you guys. I'm really glad that he jumped in, too--I wouldn't have wanted to act on what I was thinking just then. Where's Steph?"
"She walked Barb back to make sure she got to sleep ok. Barb's a little fragile to begin with, and this wasn't a good thing to happen to her. And now that you're here, I can dismissh my bodyguard, too," she said, nodding toward Phil.
"He's a good man. I hope Steph knows that."
"She does. And she knows you are, too." She kissed him lightly. There was a heavy scent of alcohol on her breath. His attempt to kiss back was interrupted by a chirpy voice.
"Well if it isn't my favorite young couple! Can I interest you in a couple of martinis before bed?"
"Allison. Hello! I didn't expect to see you here."
"She just rotated up to help out after the little incident earlier. She's been keeping me company," replied Renae with a smile and slurred voice.
"And Miss Renae's been updating me on her new gentleman lover. She seems very happy with him."
"And he is happy indeed, Miss Allison. I hope she's been at least a little discreet about the details, though."
"Just confirming what we'd already agreed on about your finer qualities. Isn't that right, dear?"
Renae blushed. "Oh yesh, and every INCH of him the Gentleman about it." She turned to Allison and leaned closer, whispering. "And there are a lot of inches..."
Brian rolled his eyes. "Oh my god, enough!"
"Mmm...never enough, lover. I'm not done with you yet!"
"I'll take that martini now Allison. I don't know if she needs another one or not."
"Another limoncello one, please. And can you do a sugar rim this time?"
"Yes ma'am. And for you sir as well."
"You're naughty," scolded Brian, as Allison turned to mix the drinks.
"You love it. But I've barely begun." Brian raised an eyebrow at her quizzically, but she just smiled and looked away. He noticed, though, that she was watching Allison closely. There was something different in her eyes just then--whether the emotions of the evening, or the alcohol, or something different. He got a bigger hint when the martinis arrived. His was served with a smile and knowing wink, but hers was placed carefully in front of her, with a brush of the cute bartender's hand against Renae's. Renae picked it up carefully to take a sip, leaning toward Allison. With eyes fixed on hers, Renae licked slowly and sensuously around the sugary rim, then ran her tongue slowly across her lips. Allison watched all of this with a smile, sympathetically licking her own lips softly. Brian took a large gulp of his drink and swallowed hard, then excused himself to the restroom. It was obvious to him that there was serious flirtation going on...but he wasn't sure what to make of it. From what he knew of the cruise line's policy, Allison could be fired for fraternizing with a passenger--he didn't suppose it mattered if it was the same sex or not. And barely more than a day into their relationship, what was Renae doing? Clearly it had been a tough night for her since Will's confrontation...but had she changed her attitude toward him? He made his way back to the bar to witness Allison whispering something in Renae's ear, then bidding her good night and leaving for her previous station with a coy wave in his direction. He pulled up next to Renae at the bar and sipped at his martini while she gulped the remainder of hers down.
"How many of those did you have?"
"Oh who knowsh... It's not like I hash to drive home."
"No, but you do need to find your way back to the cabin."
"Thatsh what I have yoush for...will you carry me if I cantsh shtand up?"
"If you still want to come back with me..."
"Of coursh I do...you're my fuckable boyfriensh. Take me home witsh you."  She attempted to get up from her stool, but stumbled and fell against him. "Yesh...I guesh I am going to need some help..."
Brian finished off his drink and stood up to steady her. "Let me carry your shoes again. I don't want you to sprain an ankle." She wrapped both arms around his waist and clung to him as she clumsily removed her heels. Part carrying, part dragging, part guiding, he managed to get her into the nearby elevator and pressed the number for his deck. There was no one else in the lift, so she pressed her body against his and gave him a sloppy kiss.
"You're the besht boyfriend ever...Allishon even shays so...but she told me a shecret.  You can't tell...but I'll tell yoush...  She liksh girlsh besht."
"Is that so?"
"It ish! And you know what elsh?"
"No..." The elevator stopped and an older couple got on. Renae put a finger to her lips and tried pretending that she was sober, but burst out in a fit of giggling instead. The woman shot her an irritated look, but the man just glanced toward Brian and raised an eyebrow. Fortunately the next stop was their deck, and he was able to guide Renae into the corridor without further embarrassment. She gingerly wove between the walls with his support until they reached the cabin and were able to enter safely.
"Mmmm--alone at lasht my shweetie. Letsh get naked and make out..." She wriggled out of her dress and sprawled across the bed. "Ooh look--a bunny rabbit! Hop hop hop..." She dissolved into giggles, amused with herself and the towel animal. Brian shook his head. She was cute as fuck, and sexy as hell...but he didn't feel right about taking advantage of her inebriation at the moment.
"Just a minute, honey..." He slipped into the bathroom, brushed his teeth, and peed. When he returned, she had put the towel rabbit aside and was snuggling into the sheets.
"C'mere, Boyfrien. I need to finish telling you thingsh...  And no clothsh. I want yoush all shexy and naked..." He obliged and slid into the bed next to her. She rubbed her breasts against his chest and kissed him sloppily. "Yoush can molesht me now...all yoush want."
He smiled and reached to hold her inviting breasts in his hands. "I think that maybe you should just sleep right now. I feel like I'd be taking advantage of you."
"Poo..." she pouted. She took his hand and placed it over her furry mound. "I need shex to shleep. When there's a happy naked girl in your bed, you should fuck her." She reached for his cock. He moaned a little, in spite of his scruples. "Shee? Isht feelsh good..."
"Yes, it does feel good..." Gently, he let his hands wander over her skin, enjoying her softness, her desire to be held and touched. His cock was swelling in spite of himself. She purred and whimpered as her body relaxed next to his. "What else did you want to tell me?"
"Oh...the shecret...  Allishon likesh shex wif GIRLSH. And she shaid she wantsh to have shex with me!"
"Oh my...and what do you think?"
"Shesh shexy too. She saysh to think about it and shee her tomorrow... But right now I want shex with yoush." She kissed him hard again, and licked at his lips with her tongue. "Make shex with me...pleassh? I wansh you to take...hic...taking assvantugsh on me..."
He nodded and kissed her back, rubbing her bottom firmly and pressing his hardening cock against her mound. She rolled to her back and opened her thighs as his hands roamed over her torso and down to her waiting mound. He sucked at her nipples and rubbed her slit gently, making her moan and arch upward toward him.
"Yesshhh...like thatsh...what I want...uhhh." She reached for his cock and pulled him toward her. She was right, drunk or not, his baser nature agreed--there was a naked girl in his bed, and she wanted to be fucked. He turned to kneel over her. She spread her legs to him and guided his cock to her pussy, moaning as he entered her. "Feelsh sho good...uhh...oh..." He stroked firmly, but slowly, savoring the warm wetness that enveloped him. "Thish ish for yoush...take me...oooh...ah...uhh...," she punctuated each thrust. 
"Yes...I'm going to take you...fucking you...fuck...unnh...ummm..." She was so relaxed, so pliant. There was none of the tense passion of the afternoon, or even the tenderness of last night. It was just a feeling of two bodies finding each other in the dark, connecting as nature designed...hers opening to receive him...his seizing the offered gift. He stroked harder, faster, gradually feeling his climax rising...he told her and she responded by holding him tighter and urging him on. He tensed and pressed into her, groaning softly as his cum filled her. She sighed and embraced him, nuzzling his neck thankfully. He rolled to his side and reached for her mound once more, and she accepted his touch soothingly, but without the urgent need he was used to. "Feelsh sho nicsh...nicsh fucking..." her voice faded as her breathing deepened. In a moment, a tiny jerk of her shoulders betrayed that she was slipping away into sleep. He held her close and drifted away with her.

He woke the next morning aware that the ship was no longer moving. They had docked in St. Maarten. With Renae entering his life the last two days, he'd almost forgotten that there were ports of call on this cruise. She was still sleeping soundly. He wondered how she'd feel when she woke. He had a bit of a hangover himself. He decided to brew a small pot of coffee there in the room, and wait for her to wake. He sipped his coffee and smiled while watching her sleep. The phrase "hot mess" came to mind--her hair askew, face creased where it had lain against the pillow, a thin line of drool down her cheek. Yet there she was--all his, the most beautiful lover he had ever seen. After awhile she moaned and stirred. Her eyes flickered open briefly, then squinted shut. Hoarsely she asked the time...9:15. "uuugh...oh shit...we're supposed to catch a bus at 10...the charter included a picnic and beach party for us, and I need to go."
"Should I come, too?"
"If you want to. I doubt they'd turn you away. But...ugh. I don't feel so good..."
"Coffee...Tums...ibuprofen...let's pack for the beach and grab some carbs from the buffet on the way out, OK?"
She nodded, and crawled across the bed to the cup he offered, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror.  "Oh crap--I look like SHIT. How can you stand it?"
"I love it...you've got that 'just fucked' look...and since I was the one who got to fuck you...I'm quite taken by it".
"Oh you..." She kissed his cheek. "I'm sorry to be making you wait for another chance." She staggered into the bathroom and ran a quick shower, brushed her hair and dressed in her bikini and cover up. "Presentable?"
"Perfect. I feel over-dressed."
"We'll fix that after the picnic. Steph and Phil told me that there's a nude beach on the other side of the island. Want to go? I think the girls should get a little sunshine..." She lifted her breasts toward him.
Brian gulped down the last of his coffee and choked a little. "I have no objection to seeing you nude...but..."
She giggled. "Remember...you're supposed to be remembering how to have fun! And I don't care if you want to check out the other girls on the beach. As long as you come home with me." She stuffed two towels and a water bottle into her day pack, slipped on her flip-flops, and tilted her head toward the door. He shrugged and followed. Who knew what Day 3 would bring with this woman?

The bus ride to the beach was raucous, with beer and rum punch being passed out as they boarded. Brian was glad they'd had enough time to eat some fruit and yogurt before leaving. He was amazed--and a bit queasy--at how much food had been on the buffet. He wondered if he'd have a chance to enjoy a proper brunch before the trip was done. There was more food and drink at the beach, with some crew members leading bawdy games and trying to start some volleyball and soccer. The kids were having a great time, but he drifted to the edge of the group to sit back and watch again. Renae and Steph were acting the part of the sorority leaders which they were, moving around and chatting sociably with the members of their group. Phil had been stirring up action on the volleyball court, with the occasional look back to gaze at his sexy sweetheart in her neon bikini. He noticed that Will had not joined the group, and made a point to check in with Phil about that as they refilled their beers. "I checked on him after I left you and Renae last night...he was passed out in our--his--cabin, and I checked again this morning to make sure he was OK. He was breathing...I figured, let sleeping jerks lie, you know. After last night, he wouldn't have felt like hanging with us anyway." Brian thanked him again for taking care of Renae and the others last night, and for managing the incident before it escalated further. After a bit longer, the ladies rejoined them and informed them that the party would go on without them, that they were going to the nude beach, and it was up to Phil and Brian whether they wanted to come or not. For Phil, already under the spell of Steph's bikini body, there was no question, and for Brian...well, one wink from Renae and he was following along obediently. They found a cab and piled in, though there was only room for all of them by having the ladies sit on their laps, pressing bikini-clad breasts against the men's cheeks. The driver knew exactly where to take them, and promised to be back at that spot in about 3 hours to pick them up again. Holding hands, the couples started across the hot sand toward the ocean's edge. Over the first hundred yards or so, it looked no different than any other beach, but shortly there was a discreet "Adults only" sign, and soon the change was apparent. They walked about 50 yards further, unable to avoid noticing the many sizes, shapes, and colors of bodies on display. Renae glanced over at Steph, then up at Brian, dropped her day pack and reached behind her back to release the catch of her bikini top. He couldn't help but smile as she revealed her pale breasts to the sun. Steph quickly followed suit, spread out a towel, and stripped off her bottoms as well, lying back on the sand totally exposed to the world. Renae looked up to Brian and smirked as she realized that he was staring at Steph's heavy breasts and trimmed pubes. She spread out her towel, wriggled out of her bottoms, and laid down on her stomach next to Steph. "Maybe it would be easier for you if you attended to rubbing some oil on my back...and butt, dear?" He shook himself out of his reverie and focused his attentions on her, as she directed. She smiled back at him. "I told you it was OK..." There was clearly an unwritten code against overt sexual contact on the beach, but that wasn't stopping couples from generously treating each other's skin with oil and sunscreen. Brian felt himself becoming hard under his trunks, and decided he had best stay clothed.  He was amazed that so many men were strolling around nude without apparent arousal, but they weren't the ones rubbing oil into the supple buttocks of their lovers, either. Phil was clearly struggling to keep his very swollen member contained in his tighter swimshorts, and finally chose to lie prone next to Steph, burying his embarrassment in the sand. Renae sighed with contentment as Brian finished his ministrations to her. She beckoned him close to kiss him lightly and whisper in his ear how very wet and aroused she felt because of his touch. He moaned into her ear, letting her know how painfully hard he felt, too. He closed his eyes to listen to the wave and feel the breeze, and let his arousal slowly subside. They lay side by side quietly for awhile, then changed positions to let the sun bake them evenly. Steph rolled over and asked Renae to oil her back as Phil watched helplessly at her side, his cock protruding prominently against her thigh. She whispered something to him, and he slid in close to her, resting a hand against her bare butt. Renae then applied oil to her own front, and invited Brian to lie prone next to her. She spread oil over his back and arms, worked down his thighs and legs, then slid an oily hand over his ass under his trunks. "Take them off for me..." she whispered. Reluctantly he reached in front to loosen the drawstring and pushed them down. She poured oil generously over his butt, letting it trickle down his balls as she kneaded it into his glutes. He was aware of the sea breeze tickling at his scrotum, the oil oozing into his crack, her hands moving over him, teasing between his thighs.
He sighed. "You need to stop, sweetheart." 
She kissed his neck and lay back down at his side. "Fun?"
"Yes...but it will be more fun when I have you alone in our room..."
"Mmmm...can't wait."
After about a half hour of resting and dozing in that position, Brian had felt that his arousal was sufficiently quieted such that he could safely walk. He decided he'd be more comfortable wearing his trunks again, so slid them on, and extended his hand to pull Renae up. She chose to slip her bottoms back on, but wanted to stroll the beach with her breasts proudly displayed, and he was not going to discourage that. Steph and Phil appeared to be napping peacefully, so they left them and wandered to where the sand was smooth and wet from the gentle waves. Holding hands, they walked slowly along, no longer really noticing the varieties of nudity around them.
"See, it's really very normal once you get used to it," she said.
"I suppose it is...but it seems that it can only happen in places like this.  And even here, being around you is, well, sexually inflammatory--even when I'm trying not to."
She smiled. "I'm glad I have that effect on you. Oh and poor Phil..."
He laughed. "Yeah...it's a young man's curse...I hope he can manage until we get back."
"He couldn't...Steph was giving him little strokes with her fingers and made him cum. That's why he was sleeping on his stomach again."
He shook his head. "It's amazing an orgy doesn't break out here."
"I know...I wanted so much to have you inside me...or to finger me...I almost started touching myself..." She sighed, then stopped and craned upward to kiss him. "Is it time to go back yet?"
"Another hour...enjoy the moment". With that he pulled her toward the water. "C'mon--in we go!" The water was warm and salty, but still refreshing after baking in the hot sun. She undid her pony tail and shook out her hair, enjoying how the breeze cooled her wet head. He enjoyed how the breeze cooled her nipples, making them stand out nicely from their surrounding aureolae. He smiled at his lovely water nymph, embracing her as they made their way back to the others.
"Hey guys, time to head back!" They found Steph already awake and sitting up.
With their arrival,"Hey lover...better go down to the water and rinse off..." He woke, blushing, but she just kissed him and raised him to his feet. Renae and Brian sat and let the sun dry them as the others splashed naked in the surf. She leaned against him. "You're the best..."
"Are you sure? You might do better...like maybe with Allison?"
"Mmm...it's you that I really want. But..."
"But?"
"It was exciting to think that she would want me, too. And I...well..."
"You'd like to...?"
"Yeah, I would. But what about you?"
"You're not exclusively obligated to me. And if this is what you want to explore, your way of having fun...well, what was it we said?  'Just go with the flow', right?"
"She said I should come find her tonight...that if I wanted, we could get together tomorrow when we dock in St. Thomas."
"Would you want me to go ashore and leave you alone in the cabin...would that work out?"
"I suppose...Oh Brian...It's exciting and fun and all...but I don't want to hurt you over it."
"I don't think I'll feel hurt. Especially if you still want me when I get back."
She kissed him. "I will...I promise. With Allison, well, it's definitely fascination--but it's not love."
"Ok." He kissed her back. "Let's just leave it at that..."
Steph and Phil were strolling back up the beach toward them. "Aren't they gorgeous?" she said.
He agreed they were. Steph's blonde hair ruffled in the breeze, reflecting the sun like spun gold, an her unbound, generous breasts bounced enticingly as she walked. Her waist and hips were perfectly proportioned to her height, and a patch of darker hair adorned her pubes. Phil too displayed a lean physique, and strolled confidently, allowing his long, slim penis to sway between his legs. They unself-consciously stood in front of Renae and Brian, pulling on swimsuit bottoms and coverups, and gathering their towels for the return trip. Brian noticed that Steph didn't bother with her bikini top, just slipping her loose shirt on, and that Renae had done likewise.
Steph leaned down to kiss Renae on the cheek. "Thanks for a beautiful day, honey."
"It was. Thank you, too. We should do this again sometime...".
Phil nodded silently in agreement.
"Well kids," Brian chimed in, "our chariot awaits. Anyone wanting to make plans for tonight?"
Steph and Renae looked at each other, smiled, and shook their heads.
"Nope," replied Renae, "I think we're both going to be very busy when we get back." Phil just grinned.
"Alright then...let's get going," smiled Brian.
They wandered back up the beach until the naturally nude bodies surrounding them gave way to more modestly clad bathers, found their cabbie, and squeezed in for the return trip. Again Brian enjoyed holding Renae on his lap, this time stroking and squeezing her bottom all the way home, while letting her breast caress his cheek. Steph and Phil were less inhibited, kissing deeply, his hand exploring beneath her shirt. At the ship, Brian paid the cab with a generous tip, and the quartet hurried up the gang plank. "Good night!" called Steph briskly.
"It's only 5:30..." replied Renae.
"Whatever!" Steph winked at Brian and blew them both a kiss, then dragged Phil off down the corridor.
"Well, I suppose we won't be having dinner with them tonight," mused Brian.
"Or with anyone else!" she replied, grabbing his hand and turning toward their cabin. He grabbed at her butt, and she laughed and evaded his reach, running down the hallway. He chased after her, and caught her at the door, fumbling with the key card. He trapped her between the door and his body, making her squeal as he activated the lock.

Inside the room, he pressed her hard against the wall, covering her mouth with his as he secured the lock behind them.  With eager molestations he pushed her loose shirt up to her shoulders, exposing her breasts. He pushed her down onto the bed, kissing, licking, and sucking her nipples as he pulled at her bikini bottom.  Now she laid across the bed, naked and smiling, arms and legs open to him, watching him remove his shirt and swim trunks.  His cock stood out upright in front of him, finally free to display his desire. She sat up to caress it and take it in her mouth, but he only allowed her to do this for a moment before he threw her back onto the bed, spread her legs and buried his face in her wet pussy. She tasted of the ocean and smelled of sea air. She writhed and moaned under his tongue. He wanted nothing more than to devour her completely. His tongue lashed at her open pussy and lapped up her salty juices. He lifted her knees above his head with his arms and reached up under her thighs to cover her breasts with his hands, squeezing her nipples between his fingers and making her moan loudly. His lips sucked at her clit, and his tongue stroked her firmly and swirled over her swollen center until she tensed, her breathing accelerated, and she finally convulsed and screamed in pleasure. Her cries swelled his arousal, and he felt himself becoming as hard as iron. Decisively, he rose over her and took her--plunging into her, her knees folded against her chest, mouth open, eyes widening with wild desire. She called his name...she begged him to fuck her and fuck her, to give her more, to pound her more, to go harder, faster, to fill her...  Moaning, her orgasm exploded over her again, gasping and shuddering.  She groped at his ass, clung to his arms. "Oh fuck me...do me...Oh God! I want your cum in me. Now, Brian, NOW!"  He surged into her, his back and buttocks tensing, the sensation of his balls filling and tightening at his root until...."UUUNNNGHHHHhhh!" His body shuddered from shoulders to feet as he lost control of his faculties and gave in to his primal desire to thrust, to own, to fill her with his seed, with his very being. His cum poured out into her, as he had been longing for all afternoon. Still hard, he kept thrusting himself into her, covering her mouth with his and groaning his need into her. She rose up to meet him with each surge, as his hot jism oozed from her crevices, and her muscles tensed and relaxed again and again. Soon she felt another wave of warmth radiate from her pussy, causing her to gasp with sheer joy. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in as far as she could, feeling his cock twitch inside her with the lingering echoes of his climax. She held him inside as long as she could, feeling him breathing over her, floating beneath him in quivering pleasure and warmth. She cared nothing for anything--the renewed motion of their ship, the setting sun, hunger or thirst. She wanted only him, filling her, holding her, joined with her, desiring her. They were one with each other, one with the ocean and the sun and the waves.

Renae was first to stir, but Brian, exhausted from sun and sex, rolled over with a moan and went back to sleep. She smiled and patted his butt, then kissed his cheek and pulled herself to her feet. The sun had set, but the ocean outside was reflecting the twilight as she noted St. Maarten receding in the distance. She pulled on her suit and flip flops and plodded up to the pool deck. It was relatively quiet--most passengers seemed to be at dinner--so she jumped in the larger pool and immersed herself in the tepid water, then rinsed off in the cool poolside shower.  It actually made her shiver uncomfortably as she wrapped herself in the damp towel. She hoped the cabin might be more comfortable.  She let herself in quietly.  It was darker in there as he still lay quietly, breathing deeply and steadily. She peeled off her suit again and hung it in the shower.  Still shivering, she warmed up the shower and let the warmer spray soothe her, then patted dry and wrapped herself in a new, dry towel.  That was better...cozy.  She quietly crawled into bed next to Brian.  He stirred.  She apologized for disturbing him, but he murmured an excuse and wrapped an arm around her.  Mmm--cozier still. She felt his breath soft on her shoulder, and the warmth seemed to spread down her spine.  She closed her eyes, matched her breathing to his, replayed the day in her mind.  Holding hands on the beach, lying next to each other in the sun, holding back their desire until it could be so passionately released upon their return.  She thought back again to the awe in his eyes two days ago when they first made love, his tenderness with her that first night, and the shudders of orgasm he'd gifted to her again the next morning.  She rolled over to face him, allowing her towel to fall away.  He kissed back appreciatively as her lips met his, and he pulled her closer.   "I really don't mind waking up to this", he whispered, taking her breast in his hand.  "Did you have a nice swim?"
"It was lonely without you. And I felt cold. You're fixing both of those problems."
"Any time, dearest..."  His hands caressed her bottom, and she pressed her body against him in response.  She reached toward his groin.  Her warm hand stroked gently over his hardening shaft.  "It looks like I'm causing you a little problem though.  I know just how to fix it, too."  She slid her body slowly across his until her cheek rested against the curls of his lower belly. He smelled of her sex there, just as his mouth had tasted of her earlier. She kissed the tip of his hardness and caressed his balls, stroking his shaft to fullness. He gasped as she took him fully inside her mouth, and sucked him in deeply, almost to the point of gagging. "No..." he said as she pulled back, running her tongue firmly around the corona. "Don't hurt yourself...I can't enjoy that..." She nodded, but kept up her oral ministrations, humming soft vibrations to him as he stroked her hair. Such a lovely man. Such a magnificent warm hardness in her mouth. She felt the same warmth spreading through her groin. Ohhh...he never failed to arouse her. She wanted him again, wanted to slide over him and surround him. Reluctantly she pulled her mouth away, but drew herself up over his body until her warm pussy enveloped him and her labia parted to slide against that hardness. She sighed with the pleasure of his cock pressing against her clit, rocking back and forth against him, and sliding her slippery slit over his shaft until it finally found her entrance. He moaned as she enveloped him completely. He reached out with his lips to find a pendulous breast and firm nipple in its reach. He remembered gazing on their beauty at the beach and longing, but not daring, to take them in his mouth as he now did. She moaned, the sensation causing her to clench her pelvic muscles and squeeze his penetrating cock. She squeezed him again and pulled away, milking him with her inner channel. She pressed her hands against his shoulders and pressed him back into the bed. She was taking charge now--lifting, squeezing, stroking. "My god you're beautiful!" he gasped. She smiled and sat up on his cock, continuing to squeeze him tightly. She reached for his hand and moved it to her mound, urging him to touch her. He knew what to do, rubbing her clit up and down, then side to side with his thumb, then pinching it between thumb and fingers. Each moan was accompanied by another grip of his cock by her luscious cunt. Suddenly she leaned backward, shoving his hand aside and rubbing herself vigorously. 
"Ohhhhh FUCK!" she screamed, her cunt throbbing around him."Oh oh oh oh....ahhhhhh...." Her climax rocked both of them, and he moaned with her. His cock throbbed with amazement--how could he be so hard again so soon? Yet he filled her, she gripped him inside, transmitting the wave of her contractions along his rigid shaft. She leaned forward now, softer, wetter, her stroking making sloppy wet squishing sounds as she pumped over him. He held her ass and moved her hips in a circular motion, rubbing himself over every millimeter of her internal surfaces, pulling her down onto him so her breasts massaged his heated skin. There was something else he wanted now, something more. He pulled her upward and turned her over, settling her dripping pussy over his face. He wanted to drink of her, savor her, taste her. His tongue spread her juices around her mound and delved into her open slit as deeply as it would extend. He lapped at her clit and now felt her moans on his hard shaft again, her breath tickling his balls. He gave himself over to his devouring lust, urged on by her mouth at his cock. With two fingers he teased at her slippery opening and pushed inward, finding that sensitive internal spot that made her gasp with pleasure. Her vagina squeezed his fingers as he withdrew and plunged in again. She squealed delightedly, muffled by the hard cock filling her mouth and occupying her tongue. Harder he rubbed against her g-spot, trapping her clit between his thrusting tongue and the pressure from within. "Nooo!" she screamed, convulsing and sprinkling his face with her juices. "Uunnngh--oh god fuck yes!" she ground her sopping pussy against his face as he vainly tried to hold her down and suck at her clit. The slippery texture of her labia, the smell of her sex, the sight of her round ass above his face...he was entranced, never wanting to stop, not wanting to break away from her intimate places. She was not stopping either. She held his cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue over and around the tip, holding tightly to his hard shaft and stroking as she sucked and licked furiously. Now he was gasping and panting. "I'm going to come...nnnnhhh". With a squeeze of his shaft, she communicated that that was exactly what she wanted. Again she engulfed him almost to the point of gagging, then pulled away, stroking the slippery head with her palm. One more suck, a flick of her tongue against his frenulum, and she felt him tensing. At the point of no return she lifted her head, stroked him, and tucked his cock under her chin. Jets of hot cum splattered over her chest and breasts, as she felt him twitch and jerk against her neck. He relaxed and moaned, panting hot breaths against her wet pussy, groaning as she sucked the last drops of cum from him. They lay there, inverted against each other in total relaxation, breathing in the essence of one another. He stroked her ass, and reached for her to turn back around to him. She slid up his body, leaving a trail of his cum, and offering her cum-annointed neck to his lips. Together they tasted each other, their smells and tastes blending and combining with the pleasure of their lips touching.  
"Fuck..." he sighed.
She smiled. "Um hmm... That was...ah...oh...just really, really good."
"Mmm hmm. I don't think I'll ever get tired of this. Well, I may get tired _because_ of it, but that's a different thing."
She nuzzled his cheek and ear. "I love you...you make me so happy inside." He hugged her closer. Neither one was very motivated to move, but not sleepy. He stroked the curve of her back and hips lightly with his fingertips, wanting to attend to every detail, to impress her wonderfulness into his brain. She breathed at his neck, taking in the aroma of their joining. Even sticky and sweaty, she just wanted to live in this moment, to rest in strong, loving arms. He was just Brian--a man who loved her--not a middle-aged stranger, shy engineer, or pitiful widower. He was warm skin, a soft smile, honesty, compassion, desire and passion. "A keeper", her grandmother might have said. And having found him, she'd do everything she could to keep him.
Eventually he broke their embrace, stretching his arms and legs. She sighed with resignation, and slowly peeled herself off of him. Her skin was flushed and sweaty, indented with the impression of his chest hairs, and smeared with the remnant of his semen. She stretched laboriously with him and lifted herself to lean on an elbow. "What's next, lover? Besides another shower, I suppose? Although I could go out like this if you wanted me to..."
He laughed. "No--a shower would probably be a good idea...even if you wanted to hit the hot tubs for a bit before dinner. And don't forget, we need to check in on your friend Allison tonight."
"Oh Brian...really? I don't feel like I need--or want--anyone else but you right now."
"That's wonderful for me...but I'm not demanding exclusivity from you. And this trip is a chance for you to have fun and explore too. I don't want to take that away from you."
"I am having fun...with you. But I don't want to 'ghost' on Allison, so I should at least go and see her. Maybe since you've so amazingly satisfied my lust tonight, I can see her a bit more clearly. Well definitely more clearly than I saw things last night!"
"You were pretty well smashed, yeah. But you might still want her sober, too, I think. And that's ok with me, really. C'mon--let's clean up. Want to eat first, or go soak in the hot tubs?"
"Umm...I think real clothes and food. I feel like I've been in my swimsuit all day--except when I've been out of it, of course!"
He smacked her butt and smiled and headed for the shower. She squealed and pouted, then grinned and followed on. After a long steamy shower, with much luxurious lathering of one another, they finally emerged to dress. He picked khakis and a tropical print shirt. "I never have the chance to wear this at home." She went for a strapless, but surprisingly modest sundress, again allowing her to avoid the need for underwear. "I never get to go like this very often at home, either!"
He just grinned in response. The main corridors and atrium of the ship were amazingly busy as early shows let out, and passengers crowded to get into the late stage show. Hand in hand, they wandered into the main dining room, barely making the final seating. Their waiter helped them find a more private table, and they ordered from the night's options.
"I feel amazingly un-hungry right now", he noted.
"I know what you mean. I think it's all the sun. Well, and maybe..." she leaned in to whisper, "...all that extra physical activity."
"Definitely. I think I'm sticking to salad and water tonight. Kind of a shame, with all the great food. But maybe a little champagne with dessert--to toast my sweetheart."
"Mmm--I feel like I've already had dessert--in bed!"
"Well, I don't mind toasting that, too."
They ate and drank in happiness, and indeed toasted their good fortune together. "You know," she said, pointing to his salad, "this reminds me of a cross-stitched sampler that my grandma had hung up in her dining room. She was pretty religious--not in a mean way--but anyway, the sampler had a verse from the Bible, a proverb I guess...'Better a meal of herbs where love is, than a fatted ox and hatred with it.' I'd rather eat salads with you than steak with someone who I didn't love..."
Brian smiled. "Wise words, Grandma. Is she still with us?"
"No...passed away peacefully a few years ago. But I hadn't thought about that verse for a long time..."
"Well, here's another one for you--don't ask why I remember it...something about God giving us 'wine to gladden the heart of man...'  Argument with a tea-totaling brother-in-law once upon a time." He lifted his glass to her. "But you gladden my heart more than wine."
Renae blushed. "I didn't think I'd ever run into a guy who would use Bible verses to flirt with me."
"Maybe I should read you some of Song of Solomon as a bedtime story tonight? I hear it can be pretty steamy..."
She laughed. "Well, we were pretty much just 'Christmas and Easter' type Presbyterians, so I can't say I would know. But...Brian...there's so much I don't know about you. Am I crazy for being ready to stay with you forever, if you'll let me?"
"Yes. And I'm crazy for changing my whole life around for a young woman I've barely met, too. It's fair to say that most people who know me would be surprised. But other than the sheer happiness of it all--which IS a change--I'm still me. What you're seeing is what you get..."
"I know. I've never had a sense that you were anything less than authentic and honest with me. I don't know how I know...but I felt that I *trusted* you the minute you looked in my eyes, after I spilled your drink."
"And oddly enough, I never felt that I needed to pretend--about anything--with you. There's nothing that I have to be untruthful about with you."
"Tell me a secret about you, then. Something you've never told anyone else."
"Where to start? Maybe this...I've never felt that anyone ever cared about my secrets and thoughts before. And so, the things I think, well, they've never been said. Until you. And I feel like if I put my soul in your hands, you'd love it and treasure it...and...damn." He felt his eyes mist up. She reached across the table and took his hand.
"You ARE a treasure, Brian. I'm sorry you've lived so long without feeling that..."
"Oh god...I don't want to break down here...this is so crazy. But Renae--you are a gift to me. I'd even go so far as to call you a gift from God. And well, I'm just so thankful for you right now. I'd do anything for you." He looked up at her. To his surprise, she was beaming at him. She stood up, stepped around the table, took his face in her hands, and kissed him.
"I've never been told that I was a gift from God before. But I feel like one, because of you. And I hope you accept that gift."
He wanted to reply, but his throat was too tight. "I will...", he managed to whisper out.
She hugged him and returned to her chair. "C'mon--let's have dessert, and finish this champagne!"
He grinned and refilled their glasses. There were three dessert options on the menu, and they ordered all three and shared them, laughing, talking, lingering over their plates and coffee until nearly 11, when they realized that they were the only diners present. He happily over-tipped, and took his sweetheart's hand to lead her from the dining hall. "Now what?" she asked.
"Now I get to give you a gift...let's go find our favorite bartender."