The Pleasure Cruise Ch 02

Thanks to Ravenna933, as always, for her work editing this story into the form you see below.

The next morning dawned with the ship still under steam. I awoke with morning wood, barely conscious of anything except the breaking dawn trying to find its way through the curtain of our cabin, the throbbing rod between my legs, and the naked woman sleeping beside me. We'd somehow wound up spooning in the night, and my cock was now perfectly aligned with Lauren's butt crack as my hand rested between her breasts.

Still half-asleep, and without really being conscious what I was doing, I started grinding gently against her, just enough to start releasing some of the unbearable tension I was feeling between my legs. Lauren's breathing was still deep and unchanged, and her soft, warm skin felt so good against my sensitive penis.

After a few minutes Lauren stirred slightly, and I realized she was awake. She slowly grabbed down between her legs and pulled my cock between them, and suddenly I felt intense heat and wetness, coating her inner thighs. I thrust into her thigh gap a few times, straining to make contact with her hot vulva, as she then moved my hand directly onto her breast. Her erect nipple poked the palm of my hand firmly.

Oh, shit.

Suddenly fully awake and aware, I bounded out of bed, cock flopping in protest. Lauren rolled over, still half-asleep.

"...What?," she mumbled. She noticed my dick. "Oh, good morning."

"We're playing with fire here, Kovalenko."

"Fire's fun to play with," she said sleepily. She reached a hand down between her legs, then pulled her hand up, examining the wetness coating her fingertips with interest. "Girls get morning wood too, you know. One of my girlfriends calls it 'morning dew'."

I turned and walked to the bathroom, hopping into the shower on cold, and staying there until my erection was gone. When I came back into the room, Lauren was sound asleep again, so I dressed quietly and made my way up on deck.

I was up on the Lido eating breakfast and nursing my second coffee of the day when a message came over my phone. It was Danielle.

Are you going to be going to the beach today?

she asked.

Of course,

I responded.

Maybe we can hang out then. I'm just getting ready in our cabin but we're planning to be on one of the first tenders. Meet you in the lobby at 10?

Sounds good,

I texted back, then went back to the cabin. Lauren was awake, but still laying in bed nude.

"Tenders start at 10 to take us ashore to Half Moon Cay. What are you thinking about doing today?" I asked.

"I might just stay here," she answered, evasively.

"Is everything okay?"

"It's fine," she said icily, rolling away from me.

I knew from years of experience that Lauren had moments where she'd clam up and shut down. It was one of my least favourite aspects of her personality, and whatever had triggered it out of all the possibilities over the past few days, I knew better than to try to break through the barrier she'd erected. When she was ready, she'd be herself again like nothing had happened.

I gathered my things for the beach and headed down to the lobby, meeting Emily and Danielle there.

Half Moon Cay, also known as Little San Salvador Island, is a 10 sq. km private island in the Bahamas owned by the Carnival Corporation. From the first view as we climbed into the shore tenders - the small boats that ferried passengers between ship and shore in the absence of a pier large enough to accommodate the

Carnival Liberty -

the island was one long, crescent-shaped beach, with a little bit of lush greenery in the background behind the white sand. The water was an impossible shade of turquoise, a colour I wouldn't have believed existed in real life. There was no sign of human habitation past a few low buildings on the beach, and I had the thought that it was one of the Caribbean's thousand identical islands like this one on which Columbus had landed on in 1492.

Scores of mainly-Filipino employees were already on land, manning the pubs and pushing carts of food and restaurant supplies to cater lunch later in the day. We were among the first passengers to alight on shore, facing hundreds of empty chaises longues in the foreground, then an arcing empty beach disappearing down towards a small rock formation at beach's end.

Emily and Danielle led on to a spot near the end of the chaises, then set up our towels and went swimming. I was a little worried about things being awkward with Danielle, but she betrayed no sign of anything amiss after our conversation the night before. Emily kept up a stream of chatter about nothing in particular as we splashed and played in the warm water. It was my first time seeing Emily in a bikini, and I admired how fit she was - she had rock-solid abs and scarcely an ounce of extra fat. Her body was lean and toned, with a relatively flat chest and small bottom.

After some time playing in the surf, we came in, and I noticed two young men sitting in the chairs adjacent whom the girls clearly knew. I introduced myself and discovered they were Liam and Oliver from Oregon. Oliver was tall, blond, and handsome. He had the chiselled physique of a Greek god, the kind of man who could have done modelling. Liam had dark, shaggy hair and was shorter, with a neatly-trimmed beard. Both were muscular and fit - lacrosse players, I later found out.

"Missed you last night in the club," said one of the boys to the girls, ignoring me entirely.

I soon gathered that these two guys were the ones that Emily and Danielle had been flirting with the first night in the ship's dance club. I stayed out of the conversation from that point on and didn't really eavesdrop, instead choosing to tune out and relax while working on my tan.

I must have lay there for at least ten minutes before a shadow blocked out my sunlight. I opened my eyes to see Danielle towering over me.

"Earth to Sean, come in please," she said.

"Sorry, spaced out there," I apologized. "What's up?"

"Do you want to walk down the beach with me?"

I looked around and saw both boys and Emily had disappeared. "Where are the others?" I asked.

"They went to the bar. I told them I wasn't ready to drink at 11 AM, which is true, but I'd also like to talk again. If you'd like to."

"Of course," I smiled.

I gathered my things and put my sandals on, and we started meandering down the beach.

"So..." I began, smoothly.

"You gave me a lot to think about, mister," Danielle accused.

"Good thing or bad thing?"

"I don't know," she said. "I woke up this morning feeling both relieved and guilty. I think for sure I've decided to break up with Andre. I won't be able to make a final decision until I see him again, but I can't get your words out of my head. He doesn't offer me anything that I can't give myself, except money and a penis. Which, as useful as those things both are, aren't exactly irreplaceable."

I smiled. "I don't think I gave you the answer. I just helped you figure out what you already knew."

"You're exactly right," she agreed. "But I still feel insanely guilty for kissing you last night. It's still cheating, even if I have decided to break up. And I hate lying to Emily about it. We tell each other everything. I'm not used to keeping secrets from her."

"She really wouldn't understand?"

"She thinks my relationship is just like hers, which means she would no more understand my breaking up with Andre than my suggesting she break up with Milos." Danielle sighed. "She's a great friend, but she doesn't exactly have a lot of empathy sometimes."

"Makes sense. For me, I don't want to be the man that causes you to cheat on your boyfriend, but I don't think a single drunken kiss is unforgivable', I said. "Mistakes happen, and no one will ever find out about this one."

"I know you won't kiss and tell," she said honestly. "I'm worried about the rest of the cruise."

"Why?" I asked. "Nothing else is going to happen if you don't want it to."

"Not with you," she agreed. "I trust you won't take advantage of me. If you were going to, you would have last night. But I don't trust myself, and I don't trust these other predator boys out there looking to score. Liam and I were flirting like mad in the club the other night, and I would have fucked him if I'd had the opportunity. He's single, he's got no reason not to do it."

"Do you want to bang him?"

"Not really," she said. "He's a typical fuckboy type, say whatever it takes to get your panties off and then ghost you afterwards. But I've never had a one-night stand, and my accepting that Andre and I probably aren't going to last forever has made me conscious of other options in a way I've never felt before."

"That makes sense."

"Can I tell you something that might get me into trouble?" Danielle coyishly bit her lower lip.

"Of course."

"Liam was fun to flirt with, but he's really not my type. But I felt more electricity in that one kiss with you than I've felt in

years

with Andre."

"I enjoyed it too," I agreed.

"I could probably resist sleeping with some random boy, but I don't know if I'll be able to resist you." She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, not able to make eye contact.

I swelled with pride inside, despite myself. "I'll take that as a compliment, and I think you're incredibly beautiful too. But I don't know why you're telling me this if you're trying to stay faithful to Andre on this trip."

"It's because I'm an idiot. I don't know what I want," Danielle said sheepishly.

"I think you know what you want," I shot back. "You told me what you wanted last night. I think the conflict isn't between the good girl and the bad girl inside of you, it's between what you want on one side and Emily and your upbringing telling you that you're wrong for wanting that."

We stopped for a minute, looking at each other as the wheels turned behind Danielle's limpid brown eyes. She appeared to be in deep conflict. Over her shoulder, the ship sat anchored offshore, beautiful in the morning sunshine. Tenders were still making the run back and forth between the ship and the island, full of our fellow passengers, and by now we'd walked far enough that the majority of the crowd were behind us. Suddenly Danielle's gaze moved over my shoulder as her eyes widened.

"Are they

fucking?

"

I turned and looked where Danielle was staring. A young African-American couple was floating in the shallow water. The woman was sitting in the man's lap, straddling him as they moved together. The two of them both had far-off looks in their eyes, and while they weren't doing much, there was a rhythm in their movements that was unmistakable. I tried looking under the water for confirmation, but the ripples of the seawater and gentle breakers as they approached the shoreline made it impossible to know for sure.

Danielle and I stared for a few moments until the man happened to look in our direction and we both turned away in embarrassment.

"They're going at it, right in front of us," she whispered in disbelief.

"There's so much debauchery on this ship," I agreed. "Are all cruises like this?"

"No idea," she answered. "Let's keep walking." She shook her head as if clearing the cobwebs.

We turned and started to walk again, though I kept checking the couple out of the corner of my eye as we passed them, and I noticed Danielle doing the same. Once we were safely past, she started talking again.

"They were definitely fucking. I saw thrusting." She seemed excited.

"Agreed. I'd never have the nerve to do that out in public."

"Me neither. But I've never seen anything like what I've seen on this ship. I also missed out on the craziness of freshman year in college. This is already the most dangerous, sexually-charged atmosphere I've ever been in, and it's only the second full day on board." She licked her lips. "I kind of like it here."

"I like it too. I've been in a dry spell lately and I've definitely noticed it," I confessed. I decided not to mention the previous night's activities. Getting used by a pair of swingers barely counted.

"This is the worst time it could happen for me, too," she continued. "I feel mentally free, and like I want to start exploring who I really am. The process is already starting, but I can't really let loose yet, between rooming with Emily and still technically being in a relationship." She paused, thinking. "Is it hard sharing a room with Lauren when it's so sexual on board?"

"I mean, I can always jerk off in the shower if I need to," I said nonchalantly.

"I wish I could," Danielle pouted.

"Why not? The door locks."

"I know," she said, frustrated. "But it takes two girls a while to get ready, and Emily and I are so close that she thinks nothing of coming into the bathroom to do her makeup or whatever while I'm in the shower. If I locked the door with the shower running, she'd know I was up to something."

"That sucks," I sympathized.

"She actually likes just coming in and hanging out while I'm in there anyway," she continued. "It used to bother me, but now I'm just used to it. She's seen me naked more times than my boyfriend."

I pondered this, remembering Lauren's comment about Emily setting off her gaydar, and decided not to mention it to Danielle.

"I don't know how I'm going to make it to the end," she continued, pouting.

We reached the rock formation at the end of the beach, and without speaking, we started climbing. It wasn't a long or difficult climb, and as I scampered up, I pondered my next move.

Danielle wouldn't be telling you all this if she didn't want you on some level

, I told myself.

But she also seems like she really wants to stay faithful until she can end it with Andre, and I don't want to be the other man, particularly if Emily finds out.

Flirting with a woman for the first time in months was helping my state of mind, but I decided that I was going to leave what happened next to her. If she made another move on me, I'd go with it, but I wasn't going to actively pursue her.

As we reached the top of the rocks, we looked back over the water. The crescent beach extended out for a kilometre beneath us back towards the tender port. I could see the young exhibitionist couple still straddling each other in the water, isolated from other passengers apart from the occasional walkers.

As we turned to explore the back side of the rocks, suddenly I heard voices. Danielle clearly heard them too, because she ducked down in the shade of a large bush, seven or eight feet away from me, then together we peered out over the edge of the rocks.

We were about fifteen feet above a small beach facing away from the main beach. The small beach was secluded, and it was already occupied by two dark-haired people locked in an embrace and quietly speaking Spanish to each other. I caught Danielle's eye, and hers widened as she mouthed "Miguel and Alejandra" at me.

She was right. It was our tablemates. Alejandra was sitting in Miguel's lap, making out with him, and he had one hand on her breast as he kissed her.

I looked back at Danielle, wordlessly asking her what to do, but her eyes were locked on the action below us. She bit her lower lip and nervously played with her hair as she watched.

I turned my attention back to the scene below. Miguel had taken Alejandra's breast out of her bikini top, and he was giving it attention with his mouth as she ran her fingers through his hair. She kept looking around as he worked, trying to see if anyone was coming, but she was only checking the path around the end of the rocks at the end, not overhead.

They must have walked around the end of the beach

, I thought.

I was starting to get an erection, and I wasn't sure I'd be able to hide it in my bathing suit. I decided I'd worry about it later.

I looked down again as the scene was progressing. Alejandra's top was now off, and Miguel's hand was now between his wife's legs in her bikini bottom, and she had a look of pleasure on her face as he worked on her. I couldn't see her eyes through her sunglasses, nor could I understand the quiet Spanish they were speaking to each other, but her face betrayed the pleasure she was feeling, and I finally saw her breasts in all their glory, medium-sized, perky, dark nipples erect.

I looked back at Danielle. "Are you okay?" I mouthed at her. She nodded quickly, seemingly frightened of being caught, yet still unable to look away. She was now flushed, and I noticed her nipples starting to poke through her bikini top. My erection was now at full staff, and I reached into my swimsuit to adjust it to a comfortable position.

I turned back to the beach. Alejandra moved so she was lying in the sand on a ship's issue towel, and I saw her quickly remove her bikini bottoms. She was clean-shaven down there, and I caught a glimpse of her slit as she opened her legs to her husband. Miguel pulled off his bathing suit, revealing his cock, the second time both in my lifetime and in the past twelve hours I'd seen another man with an erection. Miguel's body was hairy all over, and his dick was huge, even from a distance. I looked back at Danielle, smiling at the look of shock on her face.

"Holy shit," she mouthed at me, pointing at him, and then mimicking jerking off between her legs. Her eyes were saucers.

I looked down again to see Miguel plunge into his wife. He was upright as he entered her, so I could see all of Alejandra, but Miguel only from behind. I estimated that Danielle, a few feet away, could probably see the actual penis-in-vagina action, but I was at slightly the wrong angle for that show. I still was enjoying the look on Alejandra's face, though.

I made another look at Danielle, and she had moved to a kneeling position, with her right hand gently roaming her body, occasionally touching her breasts through her bikini. She was biting her bottom lip with determination and I noticed her hand was slightly shaky as it roamed her body. I was now painfully erect, and I finally loosened the liner of my bathing suit and let my cock free, erupting out one of my leg holes. I was too far gone to care if Danielle saw it, but her eyes were still glued to the show below us.

Their sex was hard and fast, Alejandra's tits bouncing vigorously as Miguel pounded her. It didn't last long, only a couple of minutes, before Miguel stiffened and pressed into Alejandra, silently emptying his balls into her. She smiled, wrapping her legs around him, as if willing him not to pull out until all his cum was safely inside her. I didn't think Alejandra had climaxed, but when he pulled out, they both started putting their swimsuits back on, which triggered me looking back at Danielle.

"Time to go."

She nodded and stood, her legs slightly wobbly as we stealthily slunk away into some bushes nearby.

Once we were out of immediate earshot, Danielle turned to me.

"Hoooooo-ly. Oh my God. I'm a small-town Ohio girl. I've never seen anything like that before."

"Are you okay?" I asked. She looked like she was on the verge of hyperventilating.

"I don't know," she answered. "I've never been this turned on in my entire life." She looked down, noticing my still raging erection making an obvious bulge in my swimsuit. "You too?"

"That was fucking hot," I answered.

Danielle knelt down on the ground. "I need to cum. I need to cum so bad."

"Do you want me to leave?"

"No," she answered. "I don't know. No. I should say yes. But no."

She spread her legs and held her hand on her abdomen, fighting a battle with herself. "Masturbation isn't cheating, right?" Without waiting for me to respond, she answered herself. "No, of course not. I know Andre does it. He knows I do it. How could it be cheating?"

Danielle made her decision and slid her hand into her bikini bottoms. Her eyes were glued to my bulge, and I decided to reach in and start jerking off as well. There wasn't much room in my swimsuit, so after a few moments of fighting against the still damp material, I pulled my cock out and started stroking it.