Colleen's fingers clutched the stiff bed sheets as she was pounded from behind. She felt the young powerful hands of her bartender stud gripping her hips as he entered her. It was heaven to Colleen. Exactly what she needed. Exactly why she went on this Ten-day Bahamas cruise with her annoying, unfaithful husband. She needed this release. She needed to-
"Ahh ahhh! Ugh!" The bartender's fingers squeezed her thick ass cheeks as Colleen felt the young man flex inside her pussy, filling his condom with his cum. Colleen's fingers released the bed and stared at the headboard of her bed as he slowly removed his limping dick from her and went to work removing the condom and pulling his pants up.
Colleen tried to contain her rage.
What was that, forty-five seconds? Less? He didn't even try to finish me in other ways.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Colleen turned, so she sat on the bed and looked at the muscle-bound man as he zipped his pants up.
"What?" was all he said.
"Two days of talking up your game like a sex god on this boat and that's all you got?" Colleen was in disbelief. She had visited this same bartender in the Casino of the cruise ship for two days until they had this opportunity. And he turned out to be an even bigger let down than her husband. Both in size and time.
"Don't worry, baby, it's a long cruise. I'll be back here later for some more for ya," the bartender tried to remain cool.
"The fuck you will!" Colleen snapped, jumping to her feet. Her bleach blond hair bounced on her tan shoulders as she poked and shoved the young man towards the door. He bucked and protested the whole way. She opened the door to her cabin suite and shoved him down the hall. "Fucking minute boy!"
The bartender, whom she still could not remember his name (it was something stupid like Chad) half ran down the hallway carrying his shirt and shoes clutched against his muscle-bound chest. "Great. Now I'm going to have to see him for the next eight days of this god forsaken cruise!" Colleen yelled at herself. It wasn't until she felt someone's presence behind her that Colleen turned and saw a maid standing in front of a cart and watched the maid's eyes bounce from Colleen's naked ass to her naked, perfectly plump and round tits, and finally to her face.
Colleen's heart leapt. She rolled her eyes realizing she was naked. "for heaven's sake," Colleen mumbled to herself as she stormed back inside and closed the door.
Throwing on the white robe that hung on the bathroom door, she loosely synched it closed. On the floor in front of the bathroom, Colleen saw the man's used condom lying there. Another flare of anger and annoyance. The only reason she even agreed to accompany her husband on this couple's cruise for his work was her opportunity to show off her new tits. But as it turns out, a forty-five-year-old woman with a brand new boob job still only attracted jock idiots who were terrible in bed.
Colleen considered just going to the bed and masturbating, but she was too annoyed to get off, she decided. Even the room smelled like him and his stupid body spray. Colleen picked up the used condom carefully and was about to toss it in the trash, but then realized her husband was going to be done with his "business dinner" in a few hours and would be back. Despite both of their wildly known infidelity in their loveless marriage, if he found the condom, he would have the proof he needed.
Colleen poked her head outside her door and looked both ways. She only saw the maid's cart two doors down in front of a propped open door. Colleen walked over to the cart and looked around it. On the back bottom side, there was a tall trash bin that she tossed the condom in. She tried to scurry back to her room unnoticed but heard a voice call after her from the room with the open door.
Synching her robe tighter around her chest, Colleen peered into the room to see the maid straighten the already straight covers of the bed. She was a young woman, maybe early twenties, with black hair pulled back into a ponytail and she wore a mostly black uniform.
"Did you say something?" Colleen said with her chin held high.
"I can change your sheets for you, again, if you like," the maid said evenly.
Colleen glared at the young girl. She measured this girl's words for judgment, but when the maid finally did look Colleen's way, her face showed a calm evenness to it. Then Colleen recalled the stench of the man that still lingered in the room. She smiled, seeing an ally in this young woman.
"Sure, that'd be great, hun," Colleen said.
Colleen went to her room as the maid locked up the other room and wheeled the cart to her door. The maid didn't knock before letting herself into Colleen's room, which she thought was odd but went with it. Sitting down on the couch across from the bed, Colleen watched the maid get to work on stripping the bed. The woman looked so familiar, but she couldn't place where from. Many of the employees on this cruise were Caribbean, but this maid had cream-colored skin and sounded perhaps South African.
"What's your name, dear?" Colleen asked, crossing her soft thighs under her robe.
"Maya, and yours?" Maya looked over as she stretched a sheet over the bare mattress.
"Colleen."
"You shouldn't worry about Brad, Colleen. He does his racket on almost every cruise," Maya said.
"Racket, what do you mean?"
"He works his flirting and flexed muscles at the casino bar to swindle married women into bed with him. Regardless of how short-lived it is. Trust me, it's widely known his minuteman status."
Colleen half glared at Maya as she finished sliding the bed spread into place. Colleen didn't like something about this stranger. Her forwardness didn't sit well with her. She felt exposed. As naked as she had been when she stood in the hallway. And this stranger who stood here knew more about her and Brad than she even knew.
