I am excited to tell you about the salacious encounter that took place during our wonderful twelve-day cruise on the Mediterranean. This particular cruise line offers my husband a free balcony room as a perk because of the amount of gambling that he does. As you can well imagine, we take advantage of that as often as possible.
During the booking process of the cruise, you are given a few dining options. One of which is the size of the table. My husband and I enjoy socializing and meeting new people, so we requested a larger table. At our table of eight was seated two older gentlemen from England.
I would venture to say these two very proper gentlemen were in their mid to late sixties. Conversing with them during diner over the past week confirmed my suspicions. Simply put, they cruise to meet women. I also ascertained during our conversations that they are both divorced and are somewhat well-to-do.
During another, "to die for" dinner, my husband and I discussed attending the cabaret show slated to start immediately after dinner. The two older men, that have now become our compadres, stated they didn't want to impose, but would it be alright if they accompany us. The four of us enjoyed the show immensely.
After the show they asked my husband and I if we would join them for a drink. My husband, thanking them said, "He was headed to the casino." Added jokingly, "I have to keep up my high-roller status. "
They both turned to me, one asked, "Will you be joining your husband, or can we bribe you with a drink?"
Answering them while pondering their question I said, "Well... I was contemplating browsing a few of the shops before they close...."
My husband knows I love to dance. He spoke up, "You'll have plenty of time to shop tomorrow. It's a sea day, we don't get off the ship. The shops will be open all day. Go ahead, have some fun, I'll meet you at the room later."
My husband gave me a kiss and we parted ways. The guys had become as giddy as school children. With a clap, rubbing their hands together asking, "Okay, where should we go first?"
We found ourselves at the entrance of one of the more raucous night clubs. The room, lit only with laser and strobe lights was a myriad of dancing silhouettes. The music loud enough to make normal conversation impossible.
The first question asked upon entering, "What would you like to drink?"
"A Chocolate Martini" was my reply.
While sipping at our drinks I was asked, "Would you like to dance?"
A reply was not necessary, taking him by the hand we entered the throng. I find gyrating to the music extremely liberating. And I could tell by the lascivious expression on his face he was thoroughly enjoying my agility as well.
After several minutes of dancing, he put his arm around my waist pulling me closer. Talking over the music into my ear he said, "You are an amazing dancer. The movement of your body is so provocative." Smiling, I mouthed the words, thank you.
I was enjoying the attention and continued my alluring gestures. Once again in his embrace he spoke, "You mind if we take a break." His arm firmly around my waist as we made our way through the crowd. His friend waiting with my drink in his outstretched hand.
He commented on the joie de verve the two us were having. Then said, "Let's finish these drinks and have another round." Telling his friend, "You get the drinks, my turn to impress the lady with my moves."
Finding a spot conveniently at the edge of the dance floor our moving serenade began. I say conveniently because after each song he requested we take a second to imbibe before returning to the dance floor. I knew the alcohol was being employed to try to lower my inhibitions.
Now the men would take turns dancing with me, and our drink breaks became more often. Aware of the incremental increase of their seduction, I allowed it to continue, practically encouraging it.
My moves becoming more flirtatious. The boldness of their actions increased. As did the frequency and prolonged holding and touching. The now intimate embrace while talking into each other's ear brought our chests together. Our discretion was waning.
The emphasis of our conversations was turning amorous. The sexual innuendos rampant. I laughed to myself, appreciating their herculean attempt to seduce me. I decided their efforts would not go unrewarded, but for now, I thought that I would let this play out.
We danced a little more. Their hands exploring more of my body. Skirting all my erogenous areas, until, while looking at me for my reaction, a hand was slid down, firmly cupping the bottom of my plump ass. His relief was evident when he saw my puckered lip smile.
That was the turning point of the evening. Our dance more erotic, our bodies touching. The placement of his leg between mine, hormones racing.
