Angel the Genie
Romance Story

Angel the Genie

by Ollegio 11 min read 4.7 (1,700 views)
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Tristan woke around five but made himself go back to sleep. His second awakening was an hour later. Six a.m. was still early but not totally unreasonable for their cruise vacation. He got out of bed carefully as Angel was still sleeping and went to the bathroom to pee. He brushed his teeth while there and then went back to the sleeping chamber and started a pot of coffee.

The smell of the brewing coffee woke Angel. She smiled at Tristan as she went into the bathroom to pee and brush her teeth. When she came out he handed her a cup of coffee as they kissed good morning.

Tristan had opened the curtains over the slider to the balcony while Angel was in the bathroom. She walked over and looked out to see nothing but endless ocean. She knew they were planning to dock in Sitka that day, but the dock would be on the other side of the ship, so she had no idea if they were close yet.

Tristan came up behind her and, reaching around, took her coffee mug and set it on a nearby table. He gripped her wrists and raised her arms until her palms were pressed against the slider door. He pressed his body to hers and she immediately felt his erect cock on her ass crack. "Ohhhh," she moaned.

Tristan bent his knees as he was taller than she, and reached around and between her legs. He cupped her pussy, She was already slightly wet but the ministrations of his fingers on her clit and inside her opening soon had her dripping.

Squatting further, he grabbed his cock and pointed it to her opening. Once there he pushed up and easily slid into her. She moaned as she felt him spread her labia apart and enter her channel. He barely managed to suppress his own moans. 'Damn she feels so good on me' he thought to himself.

Tristan made love to Angel as her breasts were pressed against the slider glass and they both gazed out on ocean that stretched to the horizon. The sun rose on the other side of the ship, but it was high enough this far north that they could see it sparkling on the waves. He continued to stroke in and out of her, and used his fingers to play with her clit.

The combined friendly assault to her nethers accomplished what they were attempting and Angel came enthusiastically. Tristan wrapped his arms around her chest, just below her breasts, to keep her from falling to the floor. She did lean closer to the slider, resting her hips on it as well.

Tristan hadn't cum so he was able to pick her up and carry her to the bed. He lifted her off his still erect cock and laid her gently on the bed. She grabbed his wrist and pulled him onto the bed next to her. As he landed on his back, she sat up then bent down and took his shaft in her mouth. She bobbed up and down, using her hand as well as her mouth, until he could take no more and shot into her mouth. She stopped moving and waited as spurt after spurt pumped into her. When he finally stopped she swallowed then pulled back, sucking his head one last time to draw out any remaining drops.

"Morning my love," Tristan told her. "Thank you."

"No, thank YOU! That was wonderful, having you make love to me as we watched the ocean," Angel replied.

"Take your shower first and then I'll get mine. We need to find breakfast," he told her.

"Aye aye, Captain," she said, tossing him a fake salute before heading to the bathroom.

Once both were dressed and ready they left the room and headed to the deck where most of the restaurants were located. Examining the menus posted at each door they realized the main dining room had the most to offer for breakfast and went there.

"What would you like to do today, hon," he asked her over eggs and bacon.

"We're supposed to be in Sitka today, so let's go check it out," she replied.

"Sounds good, I'll see what info I can find. I know the ship won't wait for us if we don't make it back onboard in time," he cautioned.

Tristan used his phone to tap into the cruise ship's activities page and discovered a tour in Sitka that would take them first to the Raptor Center and then the Fortress of the Bear, two places where they could learn about and see some native wildlife. And the tour assured them of being delivered back to the ship before departure. Angel loved the idea, as nature and wildlife were passions of hers.

Both tours were magnificent. The Raptor Center rescues and rehabilitates birds of prey, but some could not be released back to the wild and were housed in the large, outdoor sanctuary. The Bear center was similar in nature, rescuing young black and brown bears that had lost their mothers before being able to fend for themselves.

Back on the ship they showered again and dressed in their finery for the formal dining room. They had been assigned a table with other passengers they did not yet know, something Tristan was never a fan of but accepted as part of the cruise culture. Knowing people always wanted backstories as part of casual conversation, he and Angel had agreed upon their's.

The other three couples were already seated when Tristan and Angel located their table. Introductions were made all around and, as he had expected, they were peppered with questions. Where are you from? How long have you known each other? How did you meet? What do you do for a living? Tristan handled each with ease and Angel supported his story whenever required, always sticking to the script they had created.

There was one empty chair at their table and part way through the meal it was claimed by the Captain of the ship, who was making his rounds to greet everyone. The others at their table seemed star-struck but Tristan and Angel viewed the Captain as nothing more than a boat jockey, albeit a big boat.

After dinner they each got a drink from one of the many bars and wandered around the ship, sticking close to the railing. The starboard side of the ship afforded them a nice view of Sitka's vanishing lights as the ship sailed away. The port side was nothing but ocean and a sky full of stars.

At ten they went back to their cabin and made love again, tenderly and in the bed this time. Then they too turns getting ready for sleep and finally drifted off together.

The next morning they were awakened by the sounds of the ship docking in Skagway, where they would have the entire day ashore. After showering and dressing they had breakfast at one of the small cafes aboard ship then left to see the town, once a major gold rush settlement. Tristan steered Angel to a small shop on the main street. Inside, he gave his name and stated that they had a reservation for the 10 o'clock flight.

At the word flight, Angel looked at him with curiosity. "I've booked a helicopter ride to the nearby glacier. We'll land and can actually walk on it."

"I've never been in a helicopter. Is it safe?" Angel said.

"Completely," answered the attendant behind the counter. "We've never had an incident in more than twenty years of flights. Now, Bob is waiting with the car out back to take you to the airport. Enjoy the flight and sights!"

It took only ten minutes to reach the helipad at the airport. After being introduced to the pilot, Sandy, a young woman about thirty, they listened to the basic safety rules as well as a few warnings about turbulence, down drafts, and thermal pockets, whatever they were. Then all three boarded the craft and Sandy went through the start-up process until the helicopter was ready to go.

"Here we go!" Sandy said with obvious delight.

Angel reached out and grabbed Tristan's bicep when the copter leaped straight up. Gaining altitude, Sandy pointed the nose down and they began flying forward. She soon leveled the ship out and Angel and Tristan could now enjoy the incredible scenery. They were heading to the Harding Glacier which they had been able to see from Skagway.

When they arrived Sandy made a skillful landing so smooth they could barely feel touchdown. Shutting down the machine she told them it was okay to unbuckle their seatbelts then got out to help them down. "You have three hours so make sure you're back here in time. I'll be heading back as I have bookings for eleven and noon, but I'll be here at least ten minutes before one. You don't have to be back onboard the ship until five, so you'll have plenty of time to explore town - it's not that big," she laughed.

They spent the next two and a half hours hiking the many trails atop the glacier. It truly was quite remarkable to realize they were walking on what essentially was a giant ice cube. And one that grew and thus moved, albeit at a glacial pace.

"Trist, this is beautiful. Thank you so much for surprising me like this. And I loved the helicopter ride too!" Angel told him, then kissed him deeply.

"I'm glad you enjoy it, my love. I like making you happy," he said.

"And you do, more than you know."

At twelve thirty they started back to the helipad, arriving twenty five minutes later. "Cutting it close!," Sandy joked, "but we're good. Climb aboard."

She went through the start up routine while they fastened their seatbelts and donned the headsets that allowed for communication should any be needed. The flight back to town was relatively brief but Angel and Tristan spent every minute taking in the gorgeous views.

When they landed, Angel thanked Sandy profusely, then Tristan did the same while palming her a hundred dollar tip. Bob was waiting with the car and when they arrived back in town he was tipped as well. Then the two started wandering around town, looking for a late lunch.

The discovered The Station Bar & Grill and had just enough time to order lunch. Angel selected the Italian Salad while Tristan went for the Fish & Chips. Both ordered a glass of the locally brewed stout, which turned out to be excellent.

After lunch they roamed the town again, this time popping into a variety of small shops. Some specialized in gifts, others artwork, one held all manner of fur goods, and so on. Many of the items in every shop were locally made, or sourced. They each found a couple of small knickknacks to take home as souvenirs of their trip.

They returned to the ship before four, and retired to their cabin. Undressing, they pulled back the bedcovers and lay together. After kissing for several minutes Tristan worked his way down Angel's body, kissing and sucking her neck, then breasts, nipples and finally her pussy. First he licked her slit from top to bottom, then thrust his tongue into her opening. After licking inside her he moved back up, this time reaching her clit. Taking it between his lips he sucked eagerly, then flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth across it.

Angel loved when he went down on her and it always had the intended effect unless one or the other stopped prematurely. She certainly had no such intent and it seemed he didn't either. A few minutes later she screamed out "Ohhhhhhhh!" and came, coating his mouth and face with her juices.

Tristan crawled up next to her and Angel immediately began licking his face clean. They kissed passionately, hugging and cuddling before falling asleep in each other's arms.

After sailing through the night the ship arrived at Endicott Arm, a long, narrow fjord, at five a.m. Tristan had known this was the itinerary and woke naturally at five. The long summer days meant the sun was already up so he pulled back the curtains and stepped out onto the balcony. They were just approaching the entrance to the fjord so he went back inside and woke Angel.

Together they admired the beautiful views for two hours then showered, dressed, and went down to breakfast. They ate at one of the smaller casual restaurants they'd not yet tried. Angel selected Belgian waffles with strawberries and whipped cream while Tristan ordered a Western omelet. Both had coffee as well.

After breakfast they walked to the bow of the ship and found open spots along the rail to see Dawes Glacier as it came into view. At six hundred feet tall and half a mile wide it was a magnificent display. Just before the ship resumed its' cruise the glacier calved, sending chunks of iceberg the size of small houses into the ocean. Tristan had heard the first groans and pulled out his phone in time to video the entire event.

The next day found them in Juneau until eight at night, and the day after was spent cruising open ocean. On day seven they spent the evening in Victoria, British Columbia, Canada where they debarked and went into the city for dinner. They arrived back at Seattle at six a.m. on the eighth and last day.

Once clear of the ship, Tristan and Angel got in the taxi cue and were soon on their way to the airport. Their non-stop flight took off just after eight and was scheduled to arrive shortly after noon local time, six hours later. Once again Tristan had booked first class seats to enjoy the space and luxury on the long flight.

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