Ch. 2 – First Fun Day At Sea
I went to bed early that first night, tired out from the traveling and the sex bout with my maid and steward, Ramon and Dea. I had a light dinner and after my customary cognac and cigar, I retired with a good book and some classical music on the stereo.
The first day at sea I rose early, calling for breakfast after a quick shower and shave. I donned my white slacks, navy shirt and captain's hat, a gift from my friend the master of this vessel.
One of the great things about the VIP stateroom is that I have total control over how much and on what terms I mix with other passengers. That's not to say I am particularly snobby or anti-social, but there are times I prefer my own company. On a cruise ship that can be a problem, as the walls are thin and all the areas of the ship generally crowded at all times, day or night.
This day decided to mix a little and see what sorts of people I could meet. Since it was a sunny day I was particularly looking forward to seeing all the pretty young girls in their very tiny bikinis. Even though I knew I had guaranteed cock and pussy in my stateroom, I do love a little variety and a challenge and conquest.
I made my way to the dining room, which had open seating for breakfast and lunch, always a way to play "passenger roulette." You can be seated with the most gorgeous woman or most interesting man or with some old couple from Des Moines who will tell you about all their medical conditions in great graphic detail.
This morning I got lucky, and was seated with two college girls and their parents. Dad was in Real Estate, mom was the executive vice-president of a pharmaceutical company and the girls were Ivy League, pre-something's. We talked about jobs, and what we were all going to do once we reached Mexico. The girls attended big eastern universities and this was their first family vacation in years.
The girls were both pretty. Callie, the elder of the two, had black hair and blue eyes, my favorite combination. She wore a blue and green sundress and exuded sweetness. Her sister, Beth, was a dirty blonde with green eyes, who wore a pink and yellow sundress. Both girls were stunningly beautiful and had a look of innocence. Funny thing was I sensed something deeper and more adventurous in the two, something I was sure their parents were totally unaware of.
Mom and Dad excused themselves, wanting to hit the early afternoon bingo game. That left me with Callie and Beth.
"So, what are you girls studying?"
"Political Science," said Callie.
"Chemical Engineering," said Beth.
"Impressive. How do you like it here on the ship?"
"Well, Joe, we're bored as hell," said Callie. She pulled a pack of cigarettes from her purse and lit one. She offered me the pack and I took one, as did her sister.
"But there's so much to do on a ship this big."
"Yeah," said Beth. "If you're old.
I smiled at the girls. This was going to be easier than I thought.
"No guys your age around? I've seen a few around."
"Yeah, we hooked up last night," said Callie. "Couple of surfer dudes from Los Angeles. Three puffs of reefer and they passed out on us."
"Well, that doesn't sound like too much fun. Tell you what. Why don't you come up to my stateroom? I've got a private Jacuzzi, full bar, and an entertainment center you wouldn't believe."
The girls looked at each other and smiled. "Well, Joe. That sounds nice," said Beth. "But we aren't those kinds of girls."
Callie jabbed her sister with an elbow. "Speak for yourself, little sister. What's your cabin number?"
"Well, why don't you go back to your cabin and get your bathing suits. I'll send a steward down to collect you."
The girls agreed. I went up to my room and told Ramon to get on his formal steward's uniform and go down to collect the girls. I told Dea to prepare some snacks as well as calling up some champagne and caviar. Nothing gets girls out of their panties quicker than caviar.
I changed into my Speedos and put on my robe as I awaited their arrival. I grabbed a cigar and went out onto the balcony to turn on the spa. I lit the cigar and looked out over the Pacific Ocean, contemplating just how good life could be.
The girls arrived dressed in skimpy bikinis I was sure Mom and Dad had never seen. Callie's was turquoise and Beth's was hot pink. Both girls had immaculately done nails, both finger and toe. Their skin was white, very telling of their eastern locales. I motioned them out onto the deck and signaled for Dea to bring refreshments. I handed each girl a glass of champagne and raised my own in toast.
"To new friends and new adventures!" We clinked glasses and settled onto chairs. "Do you like caviar?"
The girls said they had never tried it. I fixed each of them a sample and they ate it like candy. I refilled their glasses twice before we decided to hit the spa.
I removed my robe, showing them my hairy body and amply filled Speedos. I caught both of them in a momentary stare at my crotch. A good sign.
The water was warm and we eased into it, the girls each taking one side of me. I put an arm around each and found no resistance. We talked about little things and they asked about my stateroom. I explained about VIP treatment and about how important it was in life to cultivate the right people.
"Is that a real Cuban cigar?" asked Beth.
"It sure is. Want to try it?"
I handed it to her, marveling at how her lips accepted the shaft. She took a couple of puffs and handed it to her sister, who also relished the treat.
"How do you get these?" Callie asked.
"Connections. Girls, life is all about who you know."
The girls snuggled closer to me and I made a nook for each with my arms. I gently stroked their shoulders, eliciting little mews from them. I tried out Callie first, bringing my hand to the upper part of her breast. She looked up at me and smiled as I continued my exploration.
Her tit was so firm, the result of youth. I felt her nipple through the fabric of her bikini and instantly it became erect. By this time little sister noticed the extra attention I was giving Callie.
