Even the first day of the cruise had relaxed Amy. This is what she needed, to disconnect from her work as a corporate executive and be free of serious decisions for a week. She planned on reading, going to the spa, having some drinks, etc. But no spreadsheets, proposals, or company meetings she would lead.
Amy sat in the solo cruisers group, hoping to find another like-minded middle aged woman to do some excursions with. She wasn't awkward in social settings, but she tended to be intimidating. She was fit, good looking, successful, and carried a bit of power around with her.
If this was intimidating to women, it was even more intimidating to men. She had been divorced for several years and felt like she had less than zero success in dating. She wasn't sure what happened to men in the last 20 years or so, but they weren't like they used to be. Some were completely oblivious. Some were arrogant without the goods to back it up. Most, however, were indecisive, unsure, and overly sensitive. She was convinced that men who fit perfectly in between those places no longer existed. She couldn't even remember the last time she had good sex.
Peter walked into the room, talking with another mid 40's man. The leader greeted them, "this is the solo cruisers group." For some reason, Peter just didn't seem like someone who would be solo.
"Oh, we aren't together. We just met on the elevator on the way here." Peter proceeded to go around the room, easily making small talk with everyone and quickly making friends.
Amy, along with pretty much all the women, noticed him. He looked slightly younger than his age, was good looking, was well dressed, but not stuffy, and carried genuine confidence with him. He had very broad shoulders and looked athletic.
"Hi, Amy! I'm Peter!"
"How do you know my name?" Amy was used to having a defensive nature. He pointed at her chest. "Why is this pervert pointing at my boobs?" She looked slightly disgusted.
"Name tag, Amy," he smiled. She laughed and then he laughed. "I'm not pointing at your boobs just for fun." It was the sort of thing that could only be said with the right delivery. And Peter managed to deliver everything well.
Peter finished making introduction rounds in the group and immediately came back to Amy. Anyone watching could see his interest in her. Amy wasn't so good at realizing this, though.
"Do you solo cruise often?" Peter asked.
"No, I don't really cruise much at all. I am actually here with a friend, but we want to do different things so I thought I would try this."
They talked for a while before he excused himself to go take a work call. "It is very nice to meet you. I look forward to seeing you around later."
It seemed a bit presumptuous to her, but she liked it.
Amy and Kim, her friend, were getting ready for dinner at one of the fancier specialty restaurants. Amy enjoyed dressing up in something other than a suit for work. She had a form fitting wrap skirt on. She pulled on nude pantyhose over bare pussy. Hosiery always made her feel sexy. She pulled the pantyhose up around her waist and then made sure it was fitting well in the crotch. She brushed against her pussy and woke up some desire a bit within her.
Kim was in the bathroom and Amy laid down on her bed and decided to rub her pussy through her pantyhose for a minute. She thought about Peter earlier and it caused a stir in her pussy. She rubbed herself just long enough that she was getting a little wet and turned on, but then Kim popped out of the bathroom suddenly.
"Oh my God, were you just rubbing yourself?! Some things never change! It is like when we were teenagers."
Amy and Kim had been friends for a very long time and been through many things together.
"And you know you don't have to stop just because I came in the room. I mean, who wouldn't want to watch you do that?!"
They laughed and headed out for dinner. The hostess walked them to their table and sat them right next a surprise - Peter and a friend at an adjacent table. They had just finished their entrees and were contemplating dessert.
"Oh, hello Amy! I told you we would run into each other."
Before Amy could say anything, Kim injected herself, sounding like a giggly teenage girl, "hi, I'm Kim!"
After a little small talk, Peter said they were going to the theater show in about an hour. "Meet us there. I will grab a table for us in the middle." The ladies agreed. Amy realized that Peter didn't ask, he just told them where to be. She liked that.
They enjoyed the show and decided to get some drinks at a bar afterwards. Everyone was having a great time and the drinks were lubricating the conversation. Peter's friend left and Kim went to call her husband back at her room.
During the conversation, Peter rested his hand on Amy's leg and she remembered how good it felt to be touched. His masculine hand felt good in her leg.
"Let's get a couple of drinks and go sit on my balcony and listen to the ocean." He didn't give Amy a chance to object, ordering 2 more drinks.
He took her by the hand and headed out of the bar. "Is he holding my hand?" She thought. No one had just led her around like this since had been a child. She liked it.
She figured they were going to make out in his room. As they walked there, she tried to think of small talk and hints she could drop. Maybe she should just make the first move, she thought. The last few men she tried dating had to really be pushed to get going.
They entered the room and he turned on the music channel and they talked briefly about music. She started to take her shoes off.
"Leave your shoes on. I like them."
His direct nature was turning her on.
He opened the balcony door and told her to go ahead and he would be there in a minute. He slipped into the bathroom and she leaned against the balcony rail and relaxed in the cool ocean air.
Less than a minute later, she felt his hands holding her hips and his body press up against her. It had been a while since she had felt a man's body against her and she was startled and immediately turned on.
She could feel his breath on her neck. He moved her hair to one side and started kissing her neck. That relieved her anxiety of making the first move.
He firmly kissed her on the neck and wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her body. It was passionate and she liked it. He turned her around to face him and aggressively kissed her. She was happy to return it. He had full lips, but still masculine. They kissed for about a minute and he moved down to her neck. She liked this very much and moaned. She exaggerated the moan to make sure he knew she liked that. Without lifting his head, he placed his hand completely over her mouth. It was his way of telling her to shut up without having to break from feasting on her flesh.
"Did he just silence me with his hand? That is so rude. Jesus, why did that turn me on? What is wrong with me?" She wondered to herself.
His hands had been exploring her body aggressively. She couldn't believe how fast he was moving. He had one hand on a breast thru her dress and another on her ass. He began kissing between her breasts and simultaneously pulled her dress up and began rubbing her pantyhosed legs and ass. This seemed to drive him wild.
She enjoyed being the object of his passion.
Without warning, he pulled the top of her dress apart, revealing her bra holding her large breasts. He aggressively began rubbing and squeezing her breasts in her bra. He pulled each one out of the bra, but leaving the bra on. This pushed up her tits. He squeezed one and surrounded her nipple with his mouth. She let out an audible moan, which was not silenced this time. She really liked having her tits played with. He went back and forth between them.
She got a little dazed and confused and snapped her eyes open just to make sure it was just them. It felt like there were 8 hands on her. But it was just him.
He finally took a break to catch his breath. She looked like she had already been fucked. She started to straighten herself up. She started to put her tits back into her bra.
"No. Leave them like that." She complied. "Come inside."
She stepped inside and stood in front of the oversized full length mirror. He came in and stood behind her, cupping her breasts and looking in the mirror. Even though he had slowed down, she could feel him radiating with sexual energy. She couldn't remember ever turning a man on so much.
"Look at you in the mirror. You look sexy." And then he squeezed her hard into him. She could feel his hard cock pressing into her ass. She watched him molest her in the mirror and she realized her pussy was wetter than it had been in recent memory.
He turned her around and proceeded to attack her body again. Both of their hearts were racing.
"Get on your knees."
She didn't contemplate her response, she just dropped to her knees. He unzipped and dropped his pants and underwear.
While his pants were coming off, she thought quickly about her cock sucking technique. She was excited to give him a blowjob and get his feedback. He had other plans. He grabbed her head with one hand and took his cock in his other hand and pushed the head into her mouth. He began moving her head back and forth on his cock.
She had never had anyone do this. Blowjobs were something she did on special occasions. If her ex-husband had been good and begged her, he would occasionally be rewarded with one.
This was not as much a blowjob as it was a face fucking. Peter was just taking her like he wanted. And she loved it. Her pussy was now soaked and throbbing.
He pulled it out of her mouth for a second. "Look at me." She looked admiringly up at him
And he slapped her in the face a few times with his cock.
"You like sucking cock, don't you?" Before she could reply, he shoved her head back onto his cock. "Suck it harder." She was happy to. "Good girl."
He sat down on the couch and grabbed her head with both hands and slid it back and forth on himself over and over.
"Get on all fours and stick your ass up in the air." He did not allow her to take his cock out of her mouth while she got in position. He lifted up her dress and fondled her ass with one hand and continuing to push her head up and down with the other one.
