Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. None of this actually happened. If you feel particularly protective of certain celebrity chefs, you may not want to read it. You have been warned.
Note: If you haven't already, read Celebrity Chef Cruise Ch. 01, which is a prequel to this story.
The other thing I found that morning when I was picking up my own clothes, in addition to Katie's and Amanda's panties, was my Navigator, which detailed all of the activities available on the ship that day. I took it along with me up to breakfast once I'd showered and dressed and was happy to find a few familiar faces to eat with. We all looked over the Navigator and talked about our plans for the day. There were definitely some things that I wanted to do but, as it turned out, there were a few activities that I ended up involved with that were not listed in the Navigator. It was later that morning when I got a message on my Wave Phone from Katie. She had just finished a shoot and wanted to know if I had some time to meet up with her at my stateroom. There was, of course, nothing I'd rather have done.
I caught up with her just down the hall from my stateroom and she gave me a big kiss, which pleased me that she didn't try to hide it or wait until we were inside my stateroom. She was wearing a blue, one-piece swimsuit and explained that she'd just shot a piece about the waterslide on the ship.
"You absolutely have to ride it," she said, "even if it's a long wait. It was so much fun!"
Inside my stateroom, I followed her, checking out how nice her ass looked. She stopped between the bed and the couch and turned, so I took her in my arms and we began to make out. I dropped my hands to her ass and pulled her against the growing bulge in my shorts. Although the swimsuit was definitely family-friendly, it had only a single thin strap going up and around her neck. Before I got my hands up there, she reached back and brought the strap up and over her head. We had to part so I was watching her tits as she pulled her swimsuit down to expose them. Her nipples were hard so I lowered my head to suck on them as she moaned softly and held my head.
"I didn't get to make you cum with my tongue last night," I finally said, looking up at her, "so I'm going to do that now."
"If you insist," she said, so I guided her backwards toward the couch. I knelt and slid her swimsuit the rest of the way down, exposing her neatly groomed, dark brown bush. She stepped out of her swimsuit once it was at her ankles then sat on the couch and spread her legs. I kissed my way along her smooth inner thighs then ran my tongue along her slit, causing her to moan. She was flooded with juices, which I spent a few minutes lapping up before focusing on licking her clit while slipping a finger into her. She was subtly rocking her hips toward my face while continuing to moan and, when I glanced upward, I saw that her eyes were closed but she had a big smile on her face.
As I continued eating her, she was moving her hips faster and her pussy was becoming hotter and wetter. My cock was rigid so I was looking forward to slipping it into her and I didn't expect it to be much longer before I had the opportunity. She started to tense up and arch her back so I knew she was right on the verge of cumming. When she finally went limp, her body shook as an orgasm ravaged her while I continued licking and sucking her clit. Her orgasm was long and apparently quite intensely pleasurable. I continued eating her and would have been happy to keep going until she came again but she stopped me and started pulling my shirt up. I raised my arms to allow her to remove it then she asked me to stand and started working on my belt. My shorts and underwear were quickly at my ankles and she briefly pumped my throbbing cock before having me take a seat beside her on the couch.
She swung her leg over me and reached down to guide my cock toward her pussy before lowering herself down on it. We both moaned as her hot, slippery pussy engulfed my tool while I held her waist. She brought her lips to mine as she started to slowly ride me and our tongues were quickly exploring each other's mouths. My hands moved around to her sweet ass as it moved up and down, caressing the soft, smooth flesh. Occasionally my hands would travel up between us to caress her hard nipples and the soft flesh of her bouncing boobs. She gradually picked up her pace until it became difficult to continue making out. When she pulled her mouth from mine and threw her head back, I leaned mine back against the couch and watched her tits bouncing.
I was pushing up into her as she rode me harder and faster, on the verge of another orgasm. She had started out pretty quiet, though any initial moaning would have been into my mouth, but she was getting continuously louder and, again, I briefly wondered how far that sound was carrying. I'm sure we weren't the only ones having sex on a ship that large at that point, of course. Even given the family-friendly nature of the cruise line, there certainly had to be parents who'd dropped their kids off at the club and were fucking each other's brains out while they had the opportunity. Likewise I doubted there was anyone loitering outside my stateroom trying to hear what was going on inside. Yes, Katie Lee was technically a celebrity, but it wasn't likely that she had many issues with paparazzi.