It was the first day of the cruise that I was on with my wife Nancy. The idea of us going on a cruise was her idea. She probably suggested it to appease me in response to my ongoing complaints that our marriage had become dull and devoid of any romance or sexual adventure and that my attempts to address this has so far fallen on deaf ears.
At first we were both somewhat exited when we boarded the ship. We found our cabin and quickly went to explore the facilities on board. We had a bite to eat and then decided to make our way to one of the pools for a swim. I couldn't persuade Nancy to join me in the pool, instead she insisted that she wanted to catch up on her Facebook and quickly found a deck chair by the pool and buried her face in her screen.
Although the pool was somewhat crowded the water was refreshing and I could feel the warmth of the suns rays soaking into me as I rested in the water against the edge of the pool watching Nancy while she was immersed in her screen time. My eyes drifted to scan the other patrons in and around the pool, mostly couples of all ages and the swimsuits the women were wearing were of varying degrees of modesty. Some were quite revealing and as I continued to gaze I could feel myself becoming aroused. My arousal was fuelled further when a mature lady, likely around 50 ish, entered the pool near me. She had short blonde hair and was well tanned. She was wearing a brief bikini and I noticed that I was not the only one leering at her, looking around I could see that she was turning heads and I could also see that she was enjoying the attention.
To snap me out of my inappropriate trance, I looked back to Nancy on the deckchair in front of me, curiously this had the effect of subduing my arousal. I noticed there was now another lady on the deckchair next to Nancy. She had just arrived and was rummaging through a large bag as she was making herself comfortable. From her bag she removed a book and then began to apply sunscreen to her arms. She was wearing a broad brimmed straw hat and was wearing large round sunglasses. She had long, straight, jet black hair and my eyes landed on her perfect lips, I was transfixed on her.
I continued to study this woman, every movement, every feature, the more I stared the more intrigued I became. She had pronounced cheekbones and although I couldn't see her eyes through her sunglasses I was thinking she was probably Asian.
I had to shake myself out of this trance. I submerged myself under the water but this didn't distract me, I could still see her lips while I was under the water with my eyes shut. As I came to the surface and looked back across at her my heart raced as I could see that she was now removing her sarong and starting to stand. She removed her hat and sunglasses and began to walk towards the pool.
Now that I could clearly see her face I could she was Asian. Probably early forties. As she was approaching me my eyes moved from her face to take in her shape and what she was wearing. A white one piece swimsuit with a floral pattern highlighted the curves of her thighs, her full round ass, and the cleavage of her large natural breasts with distinctly pointed nipples.
My heart rate continued to increase as she reached the edge of the pool just next to me. I was staring at her, I couldn't help it. She was now standing over me, I looked up and could clearly make out the shape of her mound and her prominent camel toe. I had to look away as I know she knew I was staring. She lowered herself to sit at the edge of the pool and now had her legs in the water. She was looking around and then I noticed from the corner of my eye that she was now looking at me. I turned my head to meet her gaze but as I did I could she was staring at my shoulder. She then lifted her eyes to meet mine and she smiled then suddenly plunged herself into the water and swam to the other side of the pool.
My imagination was running wild, everything from gently kissing those lips to the fantasy of fucking her in the pool while all the other guests looked on. My fantasy was abruptly interrupted. " Dean, I'm bored, I want to go back to the cabin now!" Proclaimed Nancy who as now standing over me.
Back at the cabin Nancy quickly laid on the bed and returned to her screen. Given that it took us approximately 5 minutes to walk from the pool back to our cabin there must be so much she missed out on. I decided to take a shower before getting changed to go and further explore the ship.
As I undressed to step into the shower my fantasy thoughts of the lady at the pool took over. Her shape, her lips, her smile, her camel toe. I soon found myself rubbing my cock under the warm water and quickly I became fully erect. I had my eyes shut imagining a scene where she was sitting at the waters edge as she was just a few minutes ago and I swam up to her, parted her legs , lifted her swimsuit to reveal her pussy and ravaged her with my tongue. I was imaging what her pussy looked like and what it tasted like, was she smooth or hairy? My thoughts then progressed to what it would feel like to have my cock sliding inside her. I opened my eyes as I was now furiously wanking my cock and about to cum. A large cum shot sprayed against the glass shower screen. I lent forward breathing heavily.
I got out of the shower and my cock was still half erect and still dripping cum. I was drying myself off when the door flung open and Nancy stood there, looked down at my swollen dripping cock, and without saying a word turned and walked out and closed the door.
I put on a pair of dress shorts and a cliche Hawaiian shirt. I asked Nancy if she wanted to come for a walk with me to check out the entertainment to which she curtly responded, "haven't you already entertained yourself enough?" Obviously referring to my shower activities.
So I was on my own and after Nancy advised that she was going to stay in the cabin and get room service for dinner it was apparent that I had the night free to myself. Wandering about the ship I was amused at some of the activities taking place, and I stopped at a bar to grab a beer.
I could hear some laughter and commotion coming from the room next door to the bar. I asked the bar maid what was going on in there and she advised me that there was a Latin dance class taking place and she also advised, " you should go and join in," as she provocatively looked me up and down. So I took my beer and wandered in curiously.
Taking a seat at the back I could see, who I assume were the instructors, demonstrating some basic salsa steps. I was happy to watch on and to the back drop of some Spanish instrumental music the participants applied their name tags and paired off. I could tell that there were some couples and also some singles being paired off with strangers. As I sat back sipping on my beer my solace was disturbed when the female instructor spotted me and excitedly rushed towards me. "We need one more!" She exclaimed as she took my beer and placed it on the table, then before I could protest sh had grabbed me by the hand and was dragging me towards the group who were giggling at the awkward spectacle.
She asked me my name and quickly wrote me a name tag and stuck it to my chest. Then she turned me and standing in front of me was the stunning Asian beauty I ogled over at the pool and not moments ago I was pleasuring myself in the shower to my fantasy of licking her pussy and fucking her by the pool. I could feel myself blush and I could see she was nervous. The instructor clapped her hands loudly and advised that we were about top begin. She could see that we were still standing apart and ushered me towards the lady and loudly exclaimed, " Dean meet Wynne, now lets get started!"
I had no idea what I was doing and as the music started playing loudly. I was familiar with the song, Luis Fonsi - Despacito. However I was very unfamiliar with Latin dance and the instructor quickly intervened had Wynne and I join our left hands and she placed my right hand on Wynne's hip and Wynne's right hand on my shoulder and the stated, " just follow us!" Still at this stage Wynne and I had not said a word and we were both clearly embarrassed.
We were not moving. We stood still while the other couples were dancing around us. I lent down slightly and could smell her hair. My hand was now comfortable on her hip and I moved it slightly and I thought she let out a slight gasp. Her hand began to explore my shoulder and squeezed it slightly. She was looking at the hairs on my chest as I had the top two buttons of my shirt undone. We were pressing against each other and I suddenly realised that my cock was pushed up against her side. The music played on and the couples danced on seemingly oblivious to us in the middle of the dance floor hardly moving but starting to hold each other tighter. Her hand was now sliding over my shoulder and arm, she was looking over my chest and then looking up and our eyes met and I squeezed her hip tighter.
Suddenly the music stopped and the instructor led a round of applause to which the other couples joined in. I broke away from Wynne but we held our gaze. She smiled at me and I stuttered and don't think I even said a word. I turned and walked away and didn't look back just went back to the bar and ordered another beer.
As I sat at the bar I could still hear the Latin music and the laughter coming from the class. I was regretting my rude behaviour and felt like going back in to apologise to Wynne. I was trying to first understand what came over me, why I was so frightened in that situation that I had to flee.