This is an update to fix typos and misspellings.
This is the third day of the story of William and Donna meeting and falling in love and into a kinky female-led relationship on a cruise. They are both 65 and have been widows for a few years.
Each had taken some of their kids and grandchildren on an end-of-season Alaska cruise and had stayed on, by themselves, for the Panama Canal repositioning cruise.
All my previous works have been straight-up BDSM stories. This is my attempt to write about a mature couple falling into a female-led, kinky love relationship on a cruise ship. Later chapters will have a BDSM element.
There are no sex acts in this chapter. However, there will be in later chapters.
Each chapter covers one day of the cruise as William and Donna start their slow dance of love.
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3rd day. At Sea
They greeted each other with a kiss at the gym in the morning and agreed to meet up at William's cabana later.
When William got to the cabana, his mind was racing. He liked Donna. He was sure that Donna liked him and wanted more than a kiss. He worried that this was heading toward sex, and while he could get hard, he could not stay hard for very long without Viagra. He hadn't brought any. He hadn't used it since his wife's death. Maybe he was fooling himself about where this relationship was heading. But all night, whenever he thought of getting it on with Donna, his dick would harden but not stay hard for long, and then he'd start worrying that Donna was just after him because he was worth over 10 million.
Donna was not conflicted. She knew a good thing when she saw it. From their conversations, she knew that William was well off and that her wealth, which William didn't yet know about, was not a factor in his attraction to her. At this point, William most likely thought she was middle class.
She knew William would be a great companion and lover. She was also pretty sure that he would be submissive in the kinky sexual domination games she enjoyed. She sensed that something was holding him back. She knew she needed to let him know she wanted him, not his money, without making a big deal of her wealth. She wanted William to desire her as much as she wanted him. During the night, she had devised a plan to get William to understand she wasn't after his money and then massage her based on the hypnotist show's sensuous sunscreen scenario.
She had a bikini made of thick white strings in a loose weave macrame with a blue lining. Without the lining, her breast and pussy would be exposed. She carefully removed the lining, put the bikini on, and admired herself in the room's mirror. Her nipples and vagina were visible. Then it hit her like a ton of bricks. She realized it was a mistake to push this fast. He might get the impression that she was after his money.
She changed into a string bikini that covered her less than the other bikini had before removing its lining. She'd move her plan ahead, but only a partial step without the risk of coming on too strong. She wanted William but on her terms.
She was delayed by an email from her broker, but that delay worked into her plan. She put on her flowery cloth wrap, picked up her bag of sunscreen lotions, hat, sunglasses, and book, and headed to Howard's cabana.
She picked up two spiked Arnold Palmers at the bar and brought them into the cabana. "Hello, good looking. Sorry for the delay getting here. I had an email from my broker I had to deal with, but I'm here now and plan to be 100 percent with you today."
William smiled at her greeting, "I look forward to spending the day with you, Donna. I'm also 100 percent yours."
After briefly pausing, he continued, "Why do you need a broker?"
This was going precisely as Donna had hoped. She had carefully planned her next move. Donna looked at William with daggers in her eyes. "You don't think a little old girl would have enough money to manage to need a broker? Let me tell you, Mister, I hide my wealth so that guys like me, not my money. You seem to like me while thinking I am just an average middle-class woman, and I like that. You probably worry I am after your money. I am not. I am well off. So far, I find you a fascinating man, period, but you are sadly mistaken if you think that women cannot make a lot of money. That only men can."
William swallowed hard, "I apologize. I didn't mean to insult you, and I did. How can I make this up to you?"
Donna soften her look. "It's okay. I worried that any man I meet will want me for my money instead of wanting me. So, I hide that I am wealthy. I bet you've worried that a woman might pretend to like you to get at your money."
"Donna, I'd be lying to say that is not a worry of mine. After my wife died, some of her single friends, who had ignored me rudely while she was alive, suddenly got interested in me. I shut that down quick."
Donna replied, "That must have been awful."
"It was, but I can't let that experience cut me off from any potential friendships."
"William, you are a smart man to realize that. But you still owe me. "
William replied, "You are right. I owe you big for many reasons."
Donna smiled, "How could I not forgive a man who is a great conversationalist, a wonderful dancer, was so entertaining in the hypnotist show and now owes me big?"
William said, "I feel like a fool. Is it too much to ask to see the video of the hypnotist show sometime today."
"It won't show very well on my phone screen."
"Not a problem, as the big screen in my suite can project from a phone."
"That sounds great. I can't do that in my cabin. Now let's enjoy the day together and let this little misunderstanding be forgotten, except that you owe me one. Could you be so kind as to rub sunscreen on me? It gets covered better if someone else does it."
She took off her robe, handed the sunscreen to William, and sat with her back to him. He began to rub it on her back.
"Untie the strings of my bikini top and get the sunscreen under where they were. I'll hold the top from the front so I stay decent."
William thought about saying that he'd be happy if she were indecent but decided that Donna might not find that funny.
William undid the ties. Donna pulled the strings to the front while putting her hands over her breasts to hold the bikini top in place.
