Standing at the railing of the ship, I look out at the horizon. The sun slowly drops from view easing the day quietly into night. Red, orange, and yellow flicker off the water making it appear a vast sea of liquid gold. The breeze plays with the gauzy white dress I’m wearing. You walk up to me resting against the railing. In a deep husky voice you ask me if I would like some company. Before I can say anything, my dress, opened from my ankles up to my thigh, flutters reaching out to you teasing your legs. I nod, blushing and whisper softly, "I’d like that very much."
I turn slowly to fully take you in. I smile liking what I see. You are muscular, slightly taller than I and very handsome. Your eyes are so sexy. The playful look that greets me causes me to melt just a little. Claiming my hand in yours, we walk along the deck talking for a while. About what? I have long forgotten. I lost interest in the conversation the moment I looked into your glittering golden depths mirroring the ocean spread out around the ship.
We sit on a bench for a minute enjoying the last of the sunset in silence. You place a hand on my thigh uncovered by the breeze still wrecking havoc with my dress. You slowly slide your hands up and down my exposed legs commenting on how smooth they are. I stretch out inviting your strong and curious hand to explore further. Tracing circles along the inside of my thigh you feel the heat building intensifying with each caress.
Looking up at you, without words we decide to hold on to the passion we feel not wanting someone to come by and catch us. This time is for us to discover each other. Though I admit I find the idea of someone spying on us very thrilling, right now I want to enjoy you all to myself. We have plenty of time to play.
You hold out your hand to help me up and lead me to your cabin. It has a private balcony looking out over the ocean. We sit out on it treasuring the evening and the company. Prolonging our ultimate pleasure, the moment we dive into ecstasy.
You ask me if I would like a drink and pour me a glass of champagne. Bringing it to me, you accidentally spill it on my dress. I jump up. The dress clings to me as the liquid slides down between the fabric and my skin. I have no bra on. My nipples harden and strain against the light wet material. You have full view of my areolas, dark and perky clearly visible through the dress. Slowly your tongue slips out to lick your lips as you look at my breasts hungrily.
Looking into your eyes, I see the desire there, the need. I can feel it in the air. I reach out and pull you toward me. Our mouths find each other. I open your lips with my tongue. You respond by teasing mine, a duel of passion. I bite gently on your lower lip. Aroused now, the wetness between my legs threatens to soak through the thin panties I am wearing. Not that the champagne isn’t already trickling down to them.