An Erotic Vignette by Erik Schoen
I blink and open my eyes. I can see through the balcony doors of our stateroom that the day is just beginning to dawn outside. I blink again, turn my head and see that Jack, my husband, is still sleeping.
I decide to let him rest as I slip out of bed, at once aware that I slept
au naturel
last night. I lift the plush bathrobe from its hook and pull it on. I quietly slide open the balcony door, looking back to make sure Jack doesn't stir.
Jack is quite a sight- sleeping in only his boxer briefs and uncovered except for his legs below his knees. At once I notice (how could I miss it) that Jack is "suffering" from, what does he call it, "morning wood."
Deep in my belly I feel a familiar clench as I stare at the bulge of his manhood straining at his boxers as if it wants a one-eyed peek at the morning light.
But I want some air. So I step onto the balcony and slide the door nearly shut.
I am alone. We, the ship and all of us on board, are headed south through the Caribbean towards the US Virgin Islands for the next port visit on a two-week cruise.
Since our stateroom is on the right side of the ship, I think that means I'm facing west- away from the morning sun.
I am at once enveloped in the warm, humid sea air. The breeze, I assume from our speed, is coursing past our private balcony, swirling and pausing, and then swirling again.
The sky is indigo in the early light, dotted with a handful of twinkling stars and a fingernail moon near the horizon. The view is awe inspiring. I feel as if I am being treated to a show that only a lucky few get to enjoy.
I am suddenly aware of my nakedness beneath the robe and furtively glance around, side to side and above and below, looking to see if I am being watch- I am not.
I slip out of the robe and drape it on a deck chair then turn to face the view over the balcony railing. This is erotic! I am in the "all together" observing the dawning day, but not being observed.
The air twirls and eddies around my body, tickling my tuft of pubic hair and hardening my nipples. Now I'm really getting turned on. I can feel myself moistening down there.
All of the vast ocean before me, and me in just my skin wrapped in the warmth of the tropical air. I get the thought that I might be being watched and check again to see if any voyeurs are lurking and leering- none seen.
I turn and peer into our stateroom and see Jack, still fast asleep and as hard as ever.
