My friend, Lisa, told me it would be an adventure, we would drink margaritas on the beach, relax by the pool, meet guys, and make some bad choices. Sure, sounded like fun, escape the daily grind of college life and have a safe place to do things that we wouldn't normally do. Unfortunately, the cruise wasn't everything that she had promised.
We were sharing an inside single cabin, the only way we could afford to go on a student's budget, and it seemed to be getting smaller each night of the cruise, especially with Lisa's snoring. I had known she snored before, the thin wall that separated the bedrooms in our apartment let me know that, but her nightly impression of a chainsaw was a lot more exasperating when it was only a couple feet from my ear.
Neither one of us had expected to be spending too many nights in the room together. Now here it was, the last night of the cruise, and neither one of us had met anybody. Well, that wasn't entirely true. We had actually met a lot of interesting people, but none of them were single men. Lisa and I ended up spending a lot of time together at the beach, in bars, shopping, etc. We had a lot of fun, but we had both been hoping for more.
We decided to spend our last night of the cruise at the dance club. We spent the hours after our final dinner aboard the ship getting ready. Shower's, makeup, hair, the full deal. If there were any available men, we were going to catch their eye.
Lisa put on her sexiest dress, which, I suppose, covered more than a bikini, but I certainly would never have the guts to wear something like it. The bright red dress shimmered and sparkled in the light and hung loosely over her breasts, the neckline plunging down well past her breasts, exposing copious amounts of cleavage and risking exposing even more if she moved wrong, or there was a stiff breeze. The top was held up by a thin strap around the back of her neck, leaving her back bare. The skirt fell to about mid-thigh, but there was a slit up the side that exposed her thigh and matching red lace panties when it bounced. A strand of her long, red hair curled lightly over her shoulder as the rest fell in waves against her bare back, devastating any man who saw her.
My dress was practically Amish in comparison. It was an over-the-shoulder dress. The snug fitting bodice was black flower lace with a skin tone silk lining that dipped down low enough to show off a little cleavage and three-quarter length sleeves. The pleated skirt was solid black, hanging loosely to just above the knee. I liked the way it fit me, and thought it looked really cute with my short, brunette hair and black heels.
Once we got to the club, we found a small, standing table near the dance floor and bought our favorite drinks, a Long Island Ice Tea for me and a Mai Tai for Lisa. The club was busier than previous nights, probably everybody wanting to make the most of their last night, though it wasn't crowded. The music was great, and their were already several couples on the dance floor. As expected, Lisa attracted a lot of attention, I almost felt invisible next to her.
As we sipped our drinks and looked over the men in the bar, I leaned towards Lisa and, speaking over the music, said, "Doesn't look like we are going to have any better luck tonight. All the guys I see are already with somebody."
Lisa nodded, gave me a mischevious grin, and said, "Yeah, I think we need to figure out how to lure one away from their wife and back to the room."
We both laughed. "What about that one?" I pointed to a cute guy on the dance floor with an attractive woman.
"Ooh, he looks like a stud. You spill your drink on her, then I'll swoop in while she's distracted and entice him to the room." She stuck her chest out and pulled her dress tight against her body showing off her ample assets as she said it, more than a few people in the room took notice.
We laughed again, even though I was pretty sure she was somewhat serious.
As we looked around some more, I spotted a guy who was out on the dance floor alone, I nodded my chin at him and asked, "What about him?" He was about ten or fifteen years older than us, with dark blonde hair and wearing black slacks with a dark teal dress shirt unbuttoned just far enough to show off his chest hair. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist and was very attractive. Just watching him dance got my libido running.
"Good find, Deb. Let's dance over there."
She dragged me to the dance floor and we danced over towards him, hoping he would notice us and say something. As we got closer, I noticed his blue eyes. He was even more gorgeous than I had previously thought. I hoped that he was single.
After a short bit, he still hadn't noticed us. Lisa fluffed her hair, adjusted her dress, and pronounced, "I'm going to ask him to dance."
This caught me off guard for some reason and I had to fight down a bout of jealousy. I suppose we had been talking about finding somebody for her; I would just have to get over it. I did my best to encourage her through my disappointment, then stepped off the dance floor and found our table. I took a drink of my Long Island Iced Tea while she approached him.
I could tell Lisa was nervous because she looked back to me for courage before approaching the guy. I hadn't seen her nervous with a man before, so it amused me. When she asked him, he shook his head no, showed her his wedding ring, then nodded to a pretty brunette sitting nearby, sipping on a drink and watching him.
Lisa scurried back to the table, her cheeks red with embarrassment, but her expression showing excitement at having asked a married guy to dance. She grabbed her Mai Tai and took a big gulp. "Married" is all she said to me. I patted her shoulder in sympathy and said, teasingly, "I thought you said you were going to steal away a husband? He seemed like a perfect specimen."
"Well, they have to be willing. I wouldn't be able to drag one all the way back to our cabin without some cooperation." We laughed at this.
We finished our drinks and were discussing whether we should buy another round or go back out to the dance floor when the decision was made for us. A guy in tight black jeans and a solid black tshirt that looked a couple sizes too small and with tattoos down his bulging arms like sleeves set a Long Island and Mai Tai on our table, keeping a tumbler of whiskey with an ice ball for himself. "Hi, I'm Charlie. Do you mind if I share your table? I brought drinks."
Though he seemed to be a bit of a douche, his smile was disarming and he did a credible job keeping his eyes focused above the neck. Unfortunately, Lisa failed the test as she looked him up and down, checking out his body. She grabbed the Mai Tai and, with a little shake of her head and dazzling smile, responded, "Sure. Plenty of room here."
The table was actually quite tiny, though we could squeeze in a third, and Lisa seemed to do a bit more squeezing than what was absolutely necessary. I was impresssed that Charlie knew what we were drinking, but tattoos didn't do anything for me. However, he was exactly Lisa's type, male and straight.
I let them chat while I scoped out the dance club. The married guy Lisa had approached was still dancing and his wife continued to watch him. I wondered why she didn't go out on the dance floor with him. He seemed like he would be fun to dance with and she seemed to be enjoying the music.
Lisa and Charlie were bantering back and forth, while I barely payed attention. But that didn't stop me from nearly spitting out my drink when Lisa asked him, "So, what are you? Gay? Married? Like sheep? What's wrong with you?"
He looked a bit sheepish, but answered with a "Married," while he looked down at his drink.
Lisa replied, "Of course you are. Just my luck. Where's your wife?" She looked around the bar.
"She's been sick the last couple days. She told me to go out and have fun," he shrugged his shoulder. "I feel a little bad going out, but she insisted."
Lisa gave him a wicked look and said, "Well, as long as you have permission, I suppose I could dance with you. We'll see how things progress from there." She said the last part with a clear look towards his crotch. I could see his face redden a bit, and was a bit embarrassed myself, even though I was already aware of her, shall we say, free spirit.
Lisa grabbed Charlie's hand, and led him to the dance floor where he made up for his lack of skill with great enthusiasm. Lisa seemed to be enjoying his antics, laughing with him as he did some silly dance moves. Unfortunately for Lisa, Charlie seemed to be a bit oblivious to the signals Lisa was putting off, the touches to the arm, playing with her hair, laughing. Perhaps he wasn't actually interested in Lisa, just wanted a dance partner while his wife was sick in their cabin. Oh well, not really my problem. I didn't think she should be pursuing a married man anyway.
As Lisa danced, I tried to keep a lookout for any available men, but my attention kept going back to the blue eyed dancer and his wife. I was intrigued by why she was sitting by herself watching her husband instead of dancing with him. She looked friendly, and Lisa and I have been enjoying introducing ourselves to strangers during the trip. We've met a lot of interesting people, unfortunately none of them were single men. Tonight wasn't going to be any luckier than the rest, might as well make the best of it and say hi.
