(A flight of fancy and a gift to a friend with this latest little story. As always a special thanks to my friend patricia51 for her confidence and support. Thank you to our editor Marian, and a new critic who shall remain nameless but appreciated. I hope the "Irina" and "Tana" in life enjoy this and each other for a long, long time.)
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Elvy rolled over in the tangled bedclothes and bumped against the older brunette as naked as herself.
She nuzzled an earlobe and whispered, "How can I have you only once a year? You are the sexiest woman I have ever known."
As she spoke her hand cupped the small breasted woman's mound and slowly stroked up and down the tender slit. She slid a middle finger into the already or still moist channel to awaken the passion of earlier that day.
She pumped another finger into the loose lipped pussy in her hand. Her efforts were greeted eagerly by a quick ooze of musky honey and grinding asscheeks against her shaven mound.
The "snick snick snick' of fingers pumping into her lover filled the tiny stateroom of the cruise ship they had chosen this year for their get away.
Elvy's fuller breasts ground into the older woman's back, a lava flow of her own nectar splashing the soft asscheeks in front of her.
She masturbated the older woman as though it were her own body she was toying with.
She knew every millimeter and wrinkle of that feminine grotto.
She played her lover like a fine violin.
The gasps, moans and undulating motions so well known to her made Elvy bury her fingers into her lover just as an orgasm washed over the older woman.
Elvy rolled over onto her back and lifted her hand. Watching the glistening fingers as they held suspended then slowly lowering them to her open mouth.
She noisily sucked each finger clean.
Her lover had turned and was kneeling beside the dirty blonde 40ish full bodied woman.
"You are terrible," scoffed her partner.
"Elvy, time to get dressed for dinner."
Elvy only moaned and said in her contralto voice, "Marlene, I have had my dinner, breakfast and luncheon."
"Well as poetic as that may be. I am famished."
"Three hours since sailing and already the sea air has done their wonders on all of my appetites. The one I need to satisfy now, Darling, is for nutrition."
"Well, Sweetheart, now that you mention it. I could do for something more substantial," laughed her long time female lover.
They showered. Separately, as the more grounded older woman insisted.
Clothing on this cruise line is not overly formal even for dinner. No assigned seating, and as they were told by the recreation director, a quite imposing and wickedly lovely Creole woman, no regimen for any activity. Ten days cruise of the South Seas with seven dockings at exotic islands.
They found a smaller table with only eight seat places and settled in making introductions to their table mates. Two young married couples and one mismatched pair of singles.
Dinner was served by one waitress, a very tall redheaded woman. She had a semi-Australian accent, but there were hints of several other lands and languages mixed in.
She introduced herself as Irina. As efficient as she was at table service, she also managed to keep the conversation at table moving when it seemed there was little to bond the cruise-mates.
When Irina bent over to serve the entrees for both Elvy and Marlene, though looking at the pair of married couples opposite she gave an invitation by simply commenting on the beautiful moon to be expected shining off the water on the lower promenade deck about midnight.
After a delightful dinner Elvy and Marlene spent some hours acquainting themselves with the shipboard accommodations. They mostly spent two hours in the casino where both won small amounts of money. Marlene was addicted to the slot machines, and Elvy found herself doing quite well at a Texas Hold'em table.
When they realized the hour, arm in arm like two schoolgirls they swept out of the gambling arena and meandered toward the elevator to their deck.
"Let's take the sea air, Sweetheart," suggested Marlene, as she glanced at a locator map of the decks and found they were one above the promenade. Taking the stairs they were quite happy to find it mostly deserted.
With an evil grin Elvy looked around for a secluded nook from which they might also be able to see the fully risen moon as well as give in to their adventurous natures .
There was an alcove about fifteen feet away, and as they approached, they could hear moans and gasps.
Definitely feminine whispers.
When they peeked around the edge of the alcove neither was surprised to see a woman on her knees behind another. The surprise was that they noticed the dark almost mahogany colored skin of the social director's butt and Irina's red hair bobbing.
They watched and listened to the whimpers and the wet lapping sounds. Curly to the point of being wiry black hair swaying as the standing woman ground back.
She quietly commanded, "Yes, Irina, lick my ass, baby. Drive your tongue into Tana's asshole."
Elvy and Marlene looked at each other, then up and down the deserted deck and back to the hot scene.
Elvy then moved into the small space and placed her hand on the back of Irina's head, holding her to her sensual task, and leaned over Tana's shoulder to kiss her open lips.
Tana tried to move away, but her hands were holding her away from the wall and her surprise was quickly replaced by the muscle tightening spasms in her pussy.
She moaned and grunted, writhed and shook as an orgasm washed over her.
Irina sank back on her heels...her face flushed...her breathing in huge gulps of air.
Then she looked up and around only to say, " Hello, ladies. I told you there would be a nice moon on the promenade deck tonight," with an almost evil giggle.
Tana turned to face the trio.
"You wicked bitch," tumbled out of her in a rush, but with a gleam in her eyes.
"Now we are done for."
Marlene stepped up to her and took her hand as she said, "Not nearly done for. Barely begun."
"You two had better be off duty, because you are coming with us to explain 'native customs and traditions'."
