This is a work of fiction. No person in this story is based on or relates to any living person. However, although the concept of a clothing optional cruise and the tour itinerary are based loosely on reality, do not expect to find what Cherie found on any real cruise.
The activities described in this story are imaginary and are neither condoned nor recommended by the author.
This is a series, best read in numerical order, although each chapter stands alone if you wish to mix and mingle.
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My first thought when I awoke the following morning was that we had stopped; there was no engine noise. My second thought was that I felt really sexy. I just had to find Charles again today, or someone else equally proficient. I washed my face, dealt to my hair, put on minimal makeup then headed out for breakfast, naked as most of the others I found.
We were moored offshore from a small island with beautiful white sand beaches, palm trees and crystal clear blue water in the lagoon, the slight swells gently moving the ship. Already people were leaving to head to shore on lighters. I ate my breakfast on deck, soaking up the early morning sun before I would need to use sunscreen, when I felt a hand gently touch my shoulder.
"Good morning, darling," said the voice belonging to the hand, "Did you sleep well?"
I quickly stood up and slipped into Charles' open arms, kissing him hard.
"Good morning, lover," I replied, slightly tearfully at the thoughts of what I missed out on last night and feeling his warm nude body pressing against mine. "No, I did not sleep well, I felt too sexy. Daniel was a hopeless lover. He has absolutely no idea of how to satisfy a woman; he just thinks of himself. I missed you last night, sweetheart, and I'm really sorry if you feel I pushed you away in favour of Daniel. I'd really love it if we could spend today together on this island paradise."
"I'd love that too, honey. So I'll grab some breakfast and join you, then we can catch a lighter to the shore. Sound like a plan?"
"Sure does, so long as there's some sex in there as well," I replied with a grin.
He returned a few minutes later with his breakfast tray and we ate, watching the beautiful scene before us. When we'd finished we arranged to meet by the steps in about ten minutes. I returned to my cabin, collected my day bag of money, passport, sunscreen, bikini, although I doubted I'd need it, hat, sunglasses, water bottle, towel and other simple necessities, slipped my feet into some sandals, then found my way to the steps to board the next lighter. Charles was already waiting. We boarded the lighter as it gently nudged the ship, then headed towards shore. Our ship looked massive from water level, long, high and very solid.
Once we reached the beach we waded the few steps to dry sand through the clear, tepid water and looked around. There were chairs set out on the beach, some already claimed, but we decided we needed a little more privacy for what we had planned. We also thought that it would be cooler and more pleasant under the palms than on the beach, even though there were many beach umbrellas still furled in the morning sun.
We walked along a path through the palms parallel to the beach, each turn bringing new visual delights. We passed few people, those we did meet being mainly locals whose dark tanned skins indicated that nudity was customary, not only during cruise ship visits. They all greeted us pleasantly with broad smiles, noticing that the men all gave me a visual once-over, as the women did for Charles.
After about ten minutes we reached the end of the island and decided that this spot would be perfect as the cool morning breeze was blocked by the island vegetation. We found a cosy place on the soft dry sand with the sea gently lapping the shore a short distance away and spread our towels one beside the other, then lay down.
"I so missed you in my bed last night," I murmured after we'd kissed for a few minutes. "What a mistake I made." I chuckled.
"Nothing that can't be rectified," he grinned.
We kissed some more and I caressed his hardening cock while he checked out and increased the moisture from my pussy. It took only a few minutes before the inevitable happened; he moved closer to me, pressed his body against mine and slowly and very sexily slipped his hard length into my welcoming cunt. The sensations were amazing and I closed my eyes and simply revelled in them. Once fully inside, he lay still, his cock and my cunt muscles twitching gently occasionally as we kissed deeply and he massaged my sensitive breasts and nipples. Oooohhhh, it felt so good lying here like this in the sunshine, on the beach, impaled on my man.
Gradually the need to gain more stimulation asserted itself and we began moving against each other, his cock gently withdrawing and pressing deeper into my cunt, rubbing against my clitoris as it did so. It felt so wonderfully sexy; I felt complete in myself.
After a while I felt the need for more vigorous activity. While the gentle movements were wonderful, they were also frustrating as they seemed insufficient to satisfy my increasingly urgent need to fuck hard. I waited until he was fully inside then rolled him over onto his back, straddling him, pressing my hips downwards and feeling the pressure against my clit. That felt soooo good.
Charles grinned up at me, holding my hips still as I sat with him buried to the hilt inside me, his cock head pressing against the end of my cunt.
"Impatient today, are we?" he smiled at me.
"Yessss!" I hissed. "I need to be fucked hard and good."
I tried to move my hips, to establish a frenetic rhythm that would quickly take me to paradise, but he continued to hold my hips, preventing all but tiny movements.
"Oooohhhh, honey, fuck me hard, pleeease," I wailed.
"All in good time," he replied, grinning broadly, obviously enjoying torturing me like this.
Once I stopped trying to move, he then slowly and gently pushed me back and forth, causing his cock to pleasure both front and back of my sopping cunt as well as slide over my clit each time he pushed me back. Amazing erotic sensations coursed through my body and I closed my eyes, surrendering to the feelings as I was totally overwhelmed.
After what seemed like forever, I felt my orgasm approaching. Charles must have sensed this as he slowed down, placing me into a holding pattern in which I no longer approached my crisis, yet stayed at this heightened level of arousal. Oooohhhh, it was amazing and frustrating and wonderful and painful and sexy and . . . . I simply ran out of words to describe it.