I sat on the deck writing in my laptop. The sun was warm and the morning just getting started. We had reached another island on our trip. The coffee was strong, just the way I like it. "Excuse me! Can you really see on that thing?" I looked up and smiled in the face of a pretty white woman. "Yes! I've used this so long, I can see real good." She peered into the screen and I'm sure she could see some of the words I had already written. "Oh! I've always wondered how someone could type on something so small." That was the start of our conversation. After a few minutes I invited her to sit with me. That was when I took my first good look at her.
She appeared to be in her 60's. A sweet face that showed years of sun but not too wrinkled. She had smile lines around her mouth and a big smile on her face. She took out a cigarette, lit it and I noticed there was no ring on her fingers. We introduced ourselves and I found out her name was Gerri. As she sat, she crossed her legs like the woman she was. And I got a nice look at her tan thighs. She was by no means a young woman and she had soft thighs with not much muscle tone. But they were nice to look at. She caught me looking and smoothed out her dress. We talked about computers, and sci-fi books. She was a sci-fi reader also. I also found out that she was on this trip alone.
After about 30 minutes, she said she had to get ready for the beach. I laughed and told her to make sure she used suntan lotion. She laughed back. "Yea! If I can find a man to put it on." I smiled at her and she smiled back. "As pretty as you are, you shouldn't have a problem with that." She smiled and walked off. I couldn't help staring at her small butt as she walked. Not bad! Not bad at all! The rest of the day, as I walked around the town with my wife, I couldn't help thinking about her. Would I see her on the ship later? I hoped so. She was a good person to talk to.
After three hours, walking around in the hot sun, my wife wanted to come back to the ship and take a nap. I knew that meant she would be sleep for a few hours. I took my laptop and went up to the quiet part of the ship. I was sitting down when I heard someone call my name. "Well, Carl! Did you go into town?" I looked up and it was Gerri. Her smile was bright and lit up her face. For an older woman, she was very pretty. Her sun-bleached, blond hair was cut short. She had a cigarette in her slim fingers. She sat down next to me. "Am I interrupting you?" I smiled at her. "No! I was just writing a few notes for another story." I had told her that I write erotic stories.
I asked her if she would like a drink and she ordered a wine. I sipped the drink I had already been drinking. "So! Did you find a nice man to spread lotion on your back?" she gave a short laugh. "I wish! No! My back is just as dry, and I could really use some lotion because of the hot sun." I smiled at her. "Well! If I were there, I would have spread lotion on and you would have been safe." She smiled at me and took a sip from her glass. "I wish you had been there. There was no one to talk to." she sipped from her glass then rubbed her back against the back of the chair. "What's the matter? Back bothering you?"
Gerri made a face. "No! It's just so dry, the damn thing itches like mad." I looked at her. "Well, if you like, I could rub some lotion on it?" I left the question hanging. I wanted her to give me an answer. "I don't think the people in here would like it if I rolled up my blouse so you could put lotion on my back." I smiled back at her. "Oh well!" she took another sip. "You could come to my cabin and do it if you would?" I looked at her and a few things passed between us unsaid. "OK! Lead the way." Just like two friends, we got up and left the lounge. But, not before she ordered two fresh drinks.
I followed her to her cabin. She was on one of the upper decks and she had a nice room. I sat down and Gerri went into the bathroom. She came back out wearing a thin robe. It was short enough for me to get a better look at her tan thighs. They were soft and a bit flabby but overall, damn nice to look at. She handed me the lotion. "Should I sit up or would you rather I lay on my stomach?"
"Well, whatever would make you feel more comfortable. But I think, on your stomach would be better." Gerri took a sip from her glass, then lay down on her stomach on the couch. She took her arms out of the robe and tied it around her waist. All the time, keeping her back to me. She had a small back but it was in proportion to her small size.
I poured a nice amount of lotion in my palm and rubbed it between my hands. Then I started at her shoulders. Softly and gently I rubbed and massaged the lotion into her dry skin. Gerri sighed. I let my hands mold and knead here soft skin and she did have very soft skin. She sighed again. "You have very soft and gentle hands."
"Why thank you," I answered. I took my time working my hands across her back and then down her spine. When I got to her lower back, I stopped. "Why'd you stop?" I picked up my drink and took a sip. "Well! I didn't want you to think I was trying to feel you up if I went any lower."
Gerri gave a small laugh. "Don't be silly! That feels wonderful, I don't want you to stop." I put my drink down and pushed her robe to just at the top of her hips. I could see the beginning of her ass cheeks. This time I not only massaged the lotion into her back, I rubbed it into her sides also. "Mmmmmm! That feels so good, I may want you to do my whole body. Would you mind?" I looked at her back. She wanted to get naked and have me smooth lotion all over her bare body. And she was pretty enough for me to want to do just that. "Do you want me to do your whole back first?" Instead of giving me an answer, she jerked the robe a loose and tossed it on the floor.
Gerri lay there with her body bare to my eyes. She had a small waist and two of the nicest, tiniest cheeks. They were not full and round like those of a black woman. For some reason, some white women don't fill out in their ass. But they looked as smooth and soft as the rest of her body had been. I started at her heels. She had tiny feet and I held them gently. She sighed as I worked the lotion into her ankle. "You should do this professionally. You're really quite good at it."