In our masculine culture, most of the erotic sex stories that we read or see, 95% of our information is about the things and actions that men need to experience from love and sex. They are about the enjoyment and satisfaction men get from the female body. Their approach, wishes, and actions are mostly selfish.
This story is about 'Women's Choices.' When females get their needs, desires, and satisfactions, as well as the pleasure that they get from good sex, their entire being is filled with vibrant delight. They are, after all, half of any sex act, and for all women to really enjoy the utmost pleasure that is possible to gain from all sex, we must give them the strongest physical and emotional experience we can. By doing this, we, as men, increase our own pleasure fivefold. We can make the art form of sex an experience that both partners will enjoy in their memories forever. But remember, when we receive the choice we have requested, the result is not always that which we had in mind.
In this story, we will follow through Rochelle's choices and fantasies through to what she, in fact, receives, whether she is satisfied at the end of the era and covers the resulting lifestyle she achieves. This story will follow the women's experiences.
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The Luxury Cruise Choice
Rochelle was a beautiful woman who had just had her 26th birthday. She had a striking figure; stood tall, at 5 foot eight inches in her socks. With her heels on, she was nearly six feet and towered over a lot of other women, showing her natural 36c boobs, and, lower down, a nicely rounded bum. When wearing a gown at an evening out or a party, she looked as if she had been poured into it. Her legs were perfection, and the heels molded her calves to a beautiful, faultless shape, especially when wearing seamed stockings.
Her specialty occupation covered organising and presenting at wine tasting soirees, and Rochelle excelled at making sales contacts, for both individual and wholesale business.
She had just celebrated the fifth anniversary of her marriage to Ashley, who had a position as an Associate Accountant with a worldwide Public Accounting Company. However, she had a very restless feeling in her bones. Also, being tied to one man through marriage unsettled her; she wanted freedom, and she had an itch to travel.
One evening, as she worked an exhibition extolling the virtues of the high-class wines on display, a well-dressed gentleman approached her. While they talked and discussed the various vintages she had on offer, he said, "I can see that you know your wines and that you are a well-educated woman. Would you be interested in a proposition I would like to offer?"
Rochelle looked him up and down. He seemed genuine enough, so she agreed. He handed her his business card and introduced himself. "I am Martin Blomfield, and could we discuss this over dinner?"
She smiled and said, "I cannot leave this stand before the Soiree closes at 8.00 pm. At which restaurant would you care to meet me?"
They decided that they would meet at the Atticus Finch at 8.30 pm.
She texted her husband, saying she had a special client, who she wanted to meet for dinner. Hubby was used to her having special meetings and simply text back 'OK,' mumbling to himself, "Another meal on my own."
When the Soiree closed, she hurried to the ladies' loo, and had a pee, brushed her hair, and retouched her makeup. She then, with excitement in her bones, rushed out to her uber and directed him to the Atticus Finch Restaurant, where Martin was waiting at an alcove table. The table was quite romantically set; a white cloth and something one rarely sees, cloth serviettes, with a candle as the centerpiece.
Rochelle found this is very romantic and thought, "I hope Martin is not trying to seduce me." She could see some of the signs, having had a tryst or two since she had been married, but when she looked at his handsome face, she did not see any lust in his eyes.
He pulled her chair out, and as she seated, he pushed it into place to make her comfortable. She could not contain herself and immediately asked, "What was the subject of your offer to me?"
"Hey, wait a minute, girl, let's get to know each other a bit first. We have only just met. Let us have a wine, your choice, and then order. I want to ask you a few questions before I make this offer."
Ordering and opening a bottle of HiHi Chardonnay, he poured two glasses, with which they toasted to a successful outcome of their discussion. The waitress picked up their order, and they settled down.
Martin introduced himself properly and giving a background to himself, and he stated that he was the HR person for Crown Shipping Ltd, who owned and operated a small luxury cruising line.
When Rochelle heard that she became very excited and full of questions, inquiring why he had asked her to have dinner with him, and what did he want from her?
Martin said, "Hang on my girl. I will get to that in a few minutes."
Just then, their meal arrived, and they started eating.
Rochelle could not contain herself and pressed on. "I am only a housewife who, part-time, offers, and sells wine to earn a bit of pocket money. I am married to a very loving husband."
Martin said, "That Rochelle, is only partly correct. You are a stunning and educated woman of, I would guess, 23-25 years old, and you may just like my offer."
She agreed that his guess at her age was correct, but she was very keyed up wondering at the offer he was alluding to. She decided to be blunt. "Let us get down to the nitty-gritty Martin; what are you offering?"
He said, "I like your direct approach, Rochelle. I am a scout for my company, seeking special people to crew on a luxury yacht."
She groaned, "Oh! No! Here it comes,"
She had been hit on by experts. She felt let down and was now depressed after the build-up. Before she thought any further, she said in a very terse voice, "Forget it, whatever you're proposing. I think that your line, to give me a few wines and dinner to get into my pants, just stinks," and she started to get up to leave the table.
Martin stood up and grabbed her arm, "Sorry, Rochelle, you have got me wrong. I am not trying to get into your knickers. I have a genuine offer for you. I will come straight to the point. Would you be interested in travel? I am impressed with your abilities and appearance. You are a stunning woman. I have an opening for one stewardess on our luxury yacht lying in Auckland at the moment. The Yacht's name is the 'Spirit of Spring,' and she is 90 metres long. Google this information if you do not believe me. I am employed to find talent to crew her. I can see from our earlier discussion, and your demeanor that you could be interested in travel and this is your opportunity. What do you think?"
Rochelle enquired, "How long have I got to make my mind up?"
Martin said, "Two days, and then I have to leave to catch up with my ship, and we are leaving."
"Where is the next port of call," asked Rochelle, "and where to after that? Also, how long is the contract term?"
Martin said, "That is always up to the owner, and we go wherever his fancy takes us. The contract, after a one week trial, will be for 12 months, renewable. So, let's sit down again and discuss the whole proposition."
They returned to their seats, and he filled her in on all the information that he had, including the fact the salary starts at US$3500.00 a month.
He continued, "Everything is found including evening wear. All clothing, shoes, and unmentionables are 'Haute Couture,' and of course, there other perks. But, like Everything in this world, there is a catch."
"What would that be?" asked Rochelle.
"Firstly, you have to look beautiful and work to the best of your ability when on board.
"The hours you work, when the owner is entertaining, are sometimes very long, including cleaning up the staterooms and tidying the used areas to perfection. Still, on the other hand, there times when the owner is not on board, there is plenty of leisure time for sightseeing and other occupations."
Rochelle looked Martin in the eye and said, "I am a married woman, and I will have to balance that against my wishes. It means I have to give up my husband of five years and all that goes with my marriage. I will provide you with my answer tomorrow evening by 8.00 pm."
With the discussion finished, they toasted to the proposed future, Martin paid for the meal, and they went their ways; him to his hotel and she to her home.
That night when she got home, she went in the front door, walked up to her hubby, and kissed him on the lips, thinking this was most likely the last kiss they would have.
She was very conflicted in her mind, but she would have to have her mind made up by tomorrow morning. When her husband asked her how the meeting and dinner went, she was so distracted she could only give him a vague reply. This made hubby very concerned, but there was nothing he could do about the problem troubling her as she would not discuss it.
Rochelle said to her husband, "Have you had anything to eat? I have had my dinner out, but I will order in fish and chips if you want them."
He said, "No, thanks, I have had a couple of sandwiches. That will do me for now. It is late. Let's go to bed."
Once in bed, he turned in to cuddle as he had done many times before, but she turned away and made a gap between their bodies.
Ashley was very puzzled, and it was quite a long time before he slipped off to sleep. However, Rochelle, having a lot on her mind, did not sleep very much at all. She was working out how to tell him she was leaving him. It had been a loving marriage up till now, so there were no faults that she could blame for her decision.
When dawn came, and she climbed out of bed early and set up breakfast, and she was sitting at their table when Ashley walked along from the bedroom, all dressed for work.
Ashley murmured, "You're up early. What is the problem?"
Rochelle, with a weak smile, said, "The problem, Ashley is, I can find no easy way to tell you this. You know that I have always wanted to travel. I have just had a proposal to be a stewardess on a luxury yacht sailing away from Auckland on Monday. I am going to take it up, and I am leaving this afternoon to meet the ship."
Ashley, wholly taken by surprise, could only partly choke. He staggered back, and angrily snarled, "What about our marriage? Have you no regard for me? We have had five years together, and you are giving it up just like that! Maybe I am better rid of you."
"Sorry, but I have made my choice, and I am running with it. I am leaving with their HR man as soon as I am packed."
She then opened her mobile phone and rang Martin in front of him, and confirmed that she would be leaving with him to go back to the ship.
