The air on the portside was invigorating! After running 30 laps around the perimeter of the ship, I rinsed the sweat off in a cool topside shower, swam a few laps and ordered a cold St. Pauli Girl. This trip to Alaska out of Vancouver, BC. was really quite the complete experience, I thought... (little suspecting the actual veracity of my observation!) I sat on a long chaise lounge in the dark and lit a cigar. The cool ocean breeze pulled the smoke in sinuous, winding clouds toward the stern of the ship. I sipped my beer and thought of what I might do this evening to break the boredom of being on a companionless trip. I still don't know what set of circumstances found me here and I decided it better to not try to decipher them. I WAS HERE, that much is certain. My beer was cold, the breeze refreshing, the moon rising full to the starboard, and all indications were that the evening was laden with portents of intrigue.
An elegantly dressed woman in black evening wear with a luminous string of pearls walked in front of me and made me aware of my casual attire. It WAS getting close to the time of the Captain's party and I SHOULD get into my tuxedo. I actually looked forward to that!
Damn... I looked good in that monkey suit! It was fun playing James Bond for the night! Martinis (shaken, not stirred!) Macanudo cigars, beautiful women dripping off my arms! My sudden Walter Mitty reverie was disturbed by the returning footsteps of the young lady who had most recently passed by. Leaning forward to address me, her pearls swayed in the moonlight and her dress opened as she bent forward... enough to allow me a peak at her sumptuous breasts! Yes! What was she saying???? "Excuse me..." she said, "Can you tell me where the porter's station is located? I have a trunk to bring up from a friend's cabin."
"Never mind.." I said non-chalantly. "I'll bring it up for you."
"Oh...Don't go to the trouble! You look so relaxed!"
"I am, but I was just about to get up anyway. I'd love to help out!"
She looked me over and seemed pleased with what she saw. I certainly enjoyed the view from behind as I followed her down a deck to the cabin that held her trunk. She looked back at me with a smile as she fumbled with the key to the cabin. "I never get these things on the first try" she stated. I smiled back and as I looked over her figure from behind I secretly undressed her in my imagination.
The lock yielded and the door swung open on a lovely cabin. It smelled of perfume and I almost forgot why I was here. She brought me back to reality when she said "Well, here's the trunk that I'm bringing up to my cabin from this one."
"And this cabin belongs to?" I inquired.
"My good friend Jennifer. We both took this trip hoping, welllll... hoping to meet guys."
"And you have!" I replied. "My name is Michael, but I prefer just Mike."
"OK, just Mike," she laughed. "Thanks for helping with the trunk!" Any thoughts I had of immediate seduction were temporarily shelved with that statement and, true to my word, I heaved the trunk over a shoulder and strode out the door and along the walk to the cabin she pointed out. I bent and dropped the thing at the foot of the bed in the other cabin, noting with some private pleasure that her room was number 269. "Perfect," I thought... "Two... for sixty-nine!"
"I'll meet you at the dinner-dance tonight?" I asked hopefully.
"Count on it!" she said perkily. I retired to my room for a hot shower, a martini and a moment of silent fantasy.
I felt the hot spray of the shower melt my tension away. Tense? On a cruise? Well... I never feel totally relaxed unless a compliant woman with similar libidinous predilictions is swimming upstream with me toward our spawning rendezvous! I soaped myself up feeling the sleek, wet, sensation of the scented soap imbue my skin with a healthy hot-water blush, and my hand unconsciously stroked my large member as I thought about the night's possibilities! The girl on deck seemed a likely prospect. I rinsed, toweled dry, brushed my hair (what's left of it!) splashed on some after shave and pulled on a fresh tee shirt.
I had, for the occasion, a slick, black tuxedo with matching shoes, cummerbund and tie. I trimmed my goatee, checked the mirror one more time, and slurped down the last of my Bombay Sapphire Martini.