"Oh my, that's a big ship," I said as the cruise ship first came into view. The ship had three levels of rooms rising above its main deck. The boat could carry 600 passengers and about half again that number in crewmembers. My girlfriend, Wonda, and I were in Miami preparing to board a cruise ship that would take us on a four day Caribbean cruise to no where. We were anxiously looking forward to warm sunshine, frequent screwing and a never ending parade of rum swizzlers as we sailed around the Caribbean without making any port calls.
Wonda had won the trip at work. We work at a telemarketing company dialing away our evenings to present essential necessities to the public, like long distance calling cards or help fixing bad credit histories. Due to our office's persistent problem with absenteeism, the boss holds a drawing every three months for all the employees who have had perfect attendance for the quarter. Wonda had won the grand prize, a cruise for two to no where. I hadn't been eligible for the drawing because I had taken a couple of unnecessary sick days.
For Wonda and me, our relationship is totally a matter of convenience. We are both putting ourselves through school. With so much of our time taking up by studying, classes and work, we wouldn't have a social life at all if it weren't with each other. Believe me, we've tried. This is a temporary arrangement that suits us well at this stage of our lives. We are not soul mates deeply in love; we are just people looking for pleasant company and periodic sex.
Our ship, the Vera Cuiz, was built in the 1950's. It is not one of those fancy, top of the line cruise ships you see on television. It is the low cost alternative, but it does fulfill its promise of a casino, a pool, three meals a day and a rail side view of the Caribbean. We were responsible for getting down to Miami and for any alcoholic beverages and gambling. Our package was not first class, but what would expect from a company whose main focus is to bother people at night as they are enjoying their families and their time off?
I had never been on a cruise before or even on the ocean for that matter. Wonda initially had been concerned about the trip because she has a tendency to get seasick. However, the trip matched up well with our school schedules and I convinced her that a large cruise ship would be a much smoother ride than her dad's 18-foot sailboat, so here we were.
Once we checked into our cabin, Wonda announced, "Have you every seen such a small room? I'm telling you right now we will be spending most of our time elsewhere."
The room was small. The bed was only slightly larger than a single. The door to the cabin barely cleared the bed. Only one person at a time could fit into the bathroom. I'm not a big guy, but I could put a foot in the shower while I was taking a crap on the toilet.
The first afternoon we were on board it was cloudy, so we decided to skip the pool and explore the boat. We checked out the common areas. They had a ballroom, lounge, shuffle board and volleyball courts, exercise facilities and a card room. That took about an hour. I suggested that we hit the bar or go to our room for sex. Wonda said, "A pop or a pop, you say. I'll let you pop my cherry."
I was tempted to say that her cherry was long gone, but that was too easy. The two of us squeezed into our room. We almost had to take turns getting undressed. Wonda is an attractive woman. I wouldn't go so far as to say beautiful or even cute. At 5' 9" and weighing 141 pounds she is almost as big as I am which makes cuddling hard to do. Her most outstanding feature is her hooked nose, which is responsible for her childhood nickname of "Hawk". Unfortunately, the only place where she is well endowed is her broad hips and her good sense of humor. She is small breasted with thin shoulders. As I've said before she isn't my type, but availability can cover up an awful lot of flaws.
I'm not Wonda's dream either. Her preference runs to tall, rugged blonds. I have brown hair, wear glasses and am two inches shy of six feet. My near poverty existence has me tipping the scale at 152 pounds. I don't hit any of Wonda's hot buttons. It is no ego booster when you have to say your current girlfriend admires you for your similar school and work schedule.
Wonda laid naked on our bed. I knelt on the floor where I could move about easily and have access to all of the good stuff. While we kissed my hand wondered over her body. My mouth slid down to her neck and then to her perky breasts. It's really great that there are two of them: one to suck on and one to grope. After a few minutes I slid down further to her pussy. Normally, she has a heavy, brown mat of hair covering her sex, but as a concession to the ship's pool, she had trimmed herself. I dove in. My mouth licked and sucked on her clit while my thumb explored her vagina. She likes me to move my thumb in a circular motion while I lick up and down her sweet slit paying particular attention to her clit.
It didn't take her long to be wet and ready. I sat on the corner of the bed and had her mount me sitting up. I appreciated the access to her mouth and tits and she liked being able to grind her pussy into my pubic bone. After a few minutes of rocking and rolling, I bit her on the neck causing her to climax. Her final enthusiastic hip thrusts brought me to my release. Together, we fell back on the bed to savor the moment and went to sleep.
That night we had a late dinner and afterwards decided to head to the casino. We each had our budgeted fifty bucks to gamble with. She was attractively attired in a braless halter-top dress and I had on clean chino pants and a shirt that needed to be pressed. She likes to play blackjack while I favor roulette. I followed her to the blackjack table and stood beside her as she gambled. She had a nice run or two, but in the end quit with only $5 left.
By now the casino was packed. As we waded through the crowd to get to the roulette wheel I said, "Do I need new glasses or are half the people here really teenagers?"
"You right. I think I have shoes older than some of these kids."
We arrived at the roulette wheel and I began making my bets. Looking around me I would have guessed that this was a frat party, not a cruise ship. Young people drinking alcohol and gambling surrounded us. I asked the young guy next to me, "Where are you from?"
"Charleston."
"Wonda asked, "Are you part of this crowd?" She gestured to the young people near us.
"Why sure. We all just graduated from High School and this is kind of a senior trip."
"Pardon me for asking, I'm sure most of you are under 21, how is it that everyone is drinking and gambling?"
"That's the beauty of a cruise ship, once it gets into international waters the rules and laws of the United States don't applied. This ship makes the rules. They will let everyone over eighteen drink and gamble. We are all over eighteen. My birthday was just last week."
Wonda said, "I had no idea."
The kid started laughing and said, "Neither do our parents. They are all happy that we aren't driving to Florida or Mexico. They figured how can we get in trouble on a cruise to no where."
Wonda and I gambled a little longer. The color red was very kind to me, but I ended up losing it all on the numbers. It was crowded and hot in the casino so we decided to take a walk out on deck. As we strolled the deck a flash of white off in the distance caught my eye and we walked towards it arm in arm.
When we got closer, the white object took form and I recognized it to be a naked guy's untanned butt. His girlfriend was also buck-naked. She was bent over at the waist, holding onto the railing with her back to him. Their clothes were in a pile beside them. He was vigorously fucking her from behind.
A giggling Wonda said, "Our activities brochure neglected to mention this show."
