Chloe Taylor was embarking on her first real adventure, a tame one, but a foray into the unknown world of fun and relaxation.
At 30, Chloe was going on a cruise through the western Caribbean and vowing to enjoy herself. The newspaper researcher spent hours each day in a small room called "the morgue", pouring over old news stories and clippings doing background research for reporters and columnists at her suburban Boston daily newspaper.
It was tedious lonely work, which in reality suited the shy woman, who shunned attention of the world around her.
Now Chloe was not a woman of hideous deformity, nor a ravishing beauty, she was simply a woman graced with poise, firm natural body, thick blonde hair and graceful features which with little effort turned her into a sensual creature.
Problem was the sensuality bloomed so rarely that men seemingly overlooked her, leaving her lonely, without companionship and with an extreme unquenched sexually appetite.
Her romantic, or at least sexual, victories were quite potent and usually came when she threw down the sexual gauntlet, dressing in provocative clothes showing off her body and pushing her feminine skills. Acting this way however bothered Chloe, sickened her to think that the only way to garner male attention was by flashing her body off.
Yet deep inside, behind the rational lobes of her brain, was a woman who loved showing off, who yearned to see the reactions of men as she strutted around a club in clingy silk chionsam dresses or flowing, loose but short, floral print summer mini-dresses.
A shy exhibitionist, who loved her body and knew how and when to show it off. This cruise, would no doubt, provide ample opportunity. Shallow, yes, she freely admitted that.
But for once in her life, for five days she would be someone else, someone bold and without reserve. But until she stepped foot on the ship she was shy researcher, hair pulled up and conservative work out clothes covering her head to toe.
Chloe brushed several loose strands of curly blonde hair away from her eyes, as they slipped from the functional bun behind her head. Brushing the hair from her eyes let Chloe catch a long glance from a young man farther up in the line. His eyes were definitely locked on her and her body.
Chloe freely admitted, and how could she not acknowledge it, her most desired and noticed assets were her breasts. D cup in 10th grade, blooming to just shy of an E cup by college. She was neither rail thin or plump, but an average woman, a medium that filled out a bikini in a sexy, classic way.
While her cabin was nice enough there was an ever present annoying hum. It was the ship's natural mechanical workings giving off the noise, but still it annoyed Chloe to no end.
'This better be worth the grand I spent!” she grumbled, laying on her bed staring at the ceiling.
Around her, too many bags stuffed with dresses, shorts and skirts. Annoyed at her over-compulsion to pack, Chloe hoped to spend little time in anything more than a bikini.
A chiming overhead got Chloe to sit up, attention focused.
" Attention to all our guests, this is Craig your cruise director and we will be getting underway very shortly. But first, to comply with federal and international maritime regulations we will now be conducting a life boat drill..." Chloe rolled her eyes, flopping back on the bed, dreading the lemming like shuffle, with bulky life vests on, up to the deck.
"Maybe I'll just sleep this one out."
Awakened by the gentle roll of the ship, Chloe sat up, drowsily rubbing her head, getting her bearings and realizing they were finally out to sea. With a long yawn and limbering stretch, Chloe went about getting ready for her first night on the ship.
She'd skip the first dinner, there would be four more ahead, but before she roamed the ship Chloe would first need to put something on, something other than the frumpy work-out suit she wore to check in.
Opening her suitcases Chloe rifled through the contents, hanging some things up and laying other garments out, before finally arriving on a particular favorite of hers.
She smiled.
Beverages of every alcoholic variety flowed from the moment the ship left its south Florida pier. By 7:30 most of the hard parties were nearly in the tank. Not Chloe, she carefully nursed a fruity concoction of rum and an assortment tropical fruits.
For tonight, Chloe wore her most conservative " flashy" dress. A black mini dress, made of silk and lace that could have easily been a slip on another night. And the way Chloe filled it out was obscenely delicious. Her full round breasts seductively bulged out, stretching the silken material out under their weight.
She also let her hair down, literally, letting it flow in curls to the nape of her neck. With a few touches of lip stick and eyeliner, the seductress emerged.
From the strappy black heels to the delicate opal and silver necklace around her neck, Chloe was prepared to dazzle, if she could only summon up the courage to mingle. For tonight, as with many nights before, Chloe found herself battling shyness.
This was the introductory cocktail party for each deck, helping the cruisers to get to know each other. Chloe hovered at the edge of the dance floor as many couples journeyed in and out of the gaudy emerald colored club.
While Chloe was one of several woman traveling alone, they were outnumbered three to one against single men. They ranged from 21 to 61, portly to sickly thin, geek to wanna-be southern rebel.
So while Chloe nursed her drink, she almost purposefully avoided any extraneous contact with men. Pickings this first night were slim. She hoped they would get better.
An hour into the mixer she'd been approached by five men, each progressively more slimy than the previous. She was beginning to doubt the cruises' billing as a place for singles to meet and party. But likely the alcoholic concoction helped dull the let down, until she saw one particular couple enter.
'Oh my.' Chloe thought immediately focusing on the man as he sauntered in with his petite and totally gorgeous blonde. Nervously Chloe sipped on the drink watching the couple, who immediately filled the room with energy. Within minutes they were out on the dance floor, couples flocking now to join them.
Just then the petite blonde swirled away from the man to grab a drink from the bar. Chloe was not a jealous woman, as she sized the diminutive lady, but she knew physical attraction and beauty, but she knew this woman was lucky.
She wore a pink lace mini dress with faux blonde hair and a tight tanned body that completed the look of broad appeal sexuality.
Chloe looked around, pretending not to stare, but as she tried to look casual she ended up looking more uncomfortable.
"Boy this place is dead isn't it?" a voice came from behind Chloe.
"Yes, yes it is." smiled Chloe who was now facing the petite and hard bodied blonde she was secretly admiring.
The short thing with fairly large, firm, and very much fake, breasts smiled back introducing herself.
"I'm Janet."
"Chloe."
"Nice to meet you Chloe, pretty name." Janet said slowly looking the slightly taller blonde over, " My you are gorgeous. And what a dress. Love black silk you know."
She smiled back, feeling relaxed by the soothing slight southern accent of Janet. After a few minutes of the initial, awkward, small talk Chloe and Janet really got into knowing into each other. Each moment passes with the woman confirming their likes and similarities. Giggles, increased by the liquor and continued when Janet slapped Chloe’s bare knee.
“God Chloe you are a riot!” the bleach blonde giggled.
“Thanks Janet. I am not usually like this..it’s the booze.” Chloe smiled.
“Well then, if you are this uninhibited when drunk then lets not waste it.” Janet shouted, grabbing Chloe by the hand dragging across the dance floor and out the door.
“Janet where are we going?” Chloe shouted breathless from the surprise.
“Let’s get some dirty girl talk in, more drinks and someplace hot and wet where they can all happen at once.”
