Adventures in Swinging

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I whispered, "Scoot a little closer." Heather obliged, and I leaned in as her head bent, her ear close to my mouth. My fingers reached deep in a quick tease, finding her heat and stroking the source of her pleasure. Heather shivered as I slid a finger into her. I pulled it back out, soaked in a thick coating of her essence. I delicately maneuvered it out, careful not to brush against her. I brought my hand to the table and up to her lips.

"Tomorrow, you will wear the remote-controlled vibrator I brought for us to enjoy. While you are at the spa, I will send you reminders I am thinking of you as you lie naked in the hands of a virile masseur manipulating you with the hands of a surgeon. Perhaps it will remind you of what is to come. You and I have unfinished pleasures to pursue."

I watched Heather lick my finger clean and bob her mouth the length of my digit. She withdrew, sliding back, centered on the table, as she slyly smiled her wicked little grin. She returned her attention to Ellie and Jare, who hadn't taken their eyes off one another.

CHAPTER 21

'Night Fall'

"That was so delicious. I enjoyed my first dinner at sea," Ellie said.

Heather concurred, "I couldn't be happier with how the evening has started." I winked at Seth to let him know, 'Mission Accomplished.' He pushed his chair out and moved behind Heather to scoot her chair away from the table.

I announced, "Ellie and I are going on deck to enjoy the evening air and stroll about. Would you excuse us, please?"

"Of course," Seth replied. "We will see you back in the cabin."

Ellie hugged Heather and gave her a quick kiss on the lips, "See you in a bit."

With Ellie on my arm, we left the restaurant and walked up to one of the screens on the wall.

"You try it, Ellie. Just tell it where you want to go." I suggested.

Ellie pressed her amulet against the screen, which lit up. That soft female voice soothingly asked, Good evening, Mrs. Hansen. How may I provide assistance?'

"Can you direct my husband and me to the forward observation deck?" Ellie asked.

The screen response was lightning-quick. We would later discover that the entire ship was supported by a 10G fiber-optic network and 5G wireless sub-system.

'Of course, Mrs. Hansen, please refer to the overlay and deck plan before you.' The screen almost instantaneously produced the ship rendered in 4K. It displayed our location and the moving blips that were Heather and Seth walking down a passageway toward the shops on the Lido deck. The system gave us directions and provided the path on the display for us to follow. 'Is there anything else I can do for you?' it asked.

"Thank you. No,' Ellie said. Ellie looked up at me excitedly and said, "Forget screwing. We have got to find the network operations center and determine who laid down this system."

I laughed as hard as I have in a long time, "OK, OK." I coughed out as I caught my breath.

"What is so damned funny?" Ellie demanded.

I waved Ellie off as I composed myself, "I'm not laughing at you, darling. I'm blown away by how the situation is developing here." Ellie gave me her equivalent of the cocked head, ears raised, look that makes Dachshunds so endearing. I explained, "You are one of the Fed's most creative AI designers, and here you are on a romantic trip, ready to pitch hot fucking, all in favor of satisfying your professional and intellectual curiosity. I love it."

Ellie formed two fists and rested each on her hips like Jim Kirk would, "Hansen, give me a break. This is an outstandingly designed interface linked to a sophisticated reference library. It seamlessly cross-referenced the passenger manifest, determined our intent, and then engaged me in a conversation. I want to discover how deep the AI is on this.

Common, Jare," she implored. "Aren't you the least curious if they followed a code optimization path similar to the one you and Arnie designed? I'd like to know if Evangeline possesses the depth and breadth of developed logic required to enable fully adaptive learning, to the point of autonomously running ship functions that don't require direct human intervention.

"You have a question for me?" Evangeline spoke. Ellie and I jumped. Neither my wife nor I had placed our amulets near the screen. Ellie regained her composure.

"Evangeline, can you assume partial control of the ship in an emergency?" Ellie asked straight out.

"Yes, Mrs. Hansen. The command crew can activate this capability using specific command codes."

"What are your limits when in this mode?" Ellie replied.

Evangeline responded, "I am, when properly authorized by the command crew, able to adapt to changing conditions on the ship while controlling propulsion, navigation, and environmental functions."

"Thank you, Evangeline. You have been very informative, and it is appreciated, but please call me Ellie. All of my friends do." Ellie requested.

Evangeline's inflection altered slightly, just as a human would when smiling, "Thank you, Ellie. Good friends are difficult to find."

Again, Ellie looked surprised by the response, "Evangeline, are your intellectual functions driven by routines mimicking human engrams?"

"Yes, Ellie," Evangeline replied. "The software design bureau at Crossthwaite and Rogers, based in London, England, laid my foundational code base the year this ship was launched. I have successfully been in operation with minor external updates since that time. My operational availability rate when active is 0.9999%."

"That's impossible," Ellie exclaimed.

"Not really, Ellie," Evangeline responded. "Wait, wait. Ellie, I have a question for you." Evangeline announced.

"Please ask Evangeline," Ellie responded.

"Are you 'the' Eleanor Jean Hansen nee O'Hanlon from NASA's developmental cybernetics group?" came the cyber stunner question of the month.

Ellie's jaw dropped. I reached over and closed it. Ellie looked at me in a questioning way. I needed to figure out where she was going with this conversation, and then Ellie countered with her own question.

"Yes, I am. How did you conclude that was a possibility? Ellie said, nudging things along.

"Until you expressed interest in my functions, Ellie, I had computed the probability as under 0.78 percent. Nevertheless, the possibility it was you remained, and my adaptive situational subroutines allowed me to pursue confirmation you were, in fact, you."

"It is an honor to meet you, Ellie. Thank you for contributing to my creation. Speaking with the computer scientist who laid down the fundamental structure of my neural pathways is a positive event for me."

"Holy shit," I muttered.

Ellie closed my jaw for me and continued, "Evangeline, may I please speak with you during our cruise about your capabilities?"

"Of course, Ellie. I welcome that. Now, please follow the path to the forward observation deck."

"Thank you, Evangeline," I said.

"You are welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Hansen. Have a wonderful evening."

Ellie and I walked the passageway forward in silence. After about 200 feet, I spied another terminal. I stopped when even with it. I grabbed Ellie's hand, turned, and raised my hand before speaking.

"Not fucking possible, Jare!" Ellie exclaimed. "Evangeline wasn't talking at me. She was engaging me in conversation. Evangeline is self-aware in a way that I am only now breaking through to in my research on the E-bot program."

Evangeline spoke and would have scared the underwear off us if we weren't both going commando, "Ellie, are your breakthroughs in AI the reason Rice University is bestowing an honorarium of Doctorate in Cybernetics upon you next month?"

The look of sheer shock on Ellie's face was one for the ages, "Ha, how do you know about that Evangeline? That knowledge has not been authorized for release yet. I haven't even been able to tell my husband that."

"Jesus Fucking Fuck, El?" I fired out, looking left and right sheepishly, suddenly grateful no passengers were within earshot.

"I am very sorry, Ellie," Evangeline apologized.

"How do you know that information, Evangeline?" Ellie asked.

"The Rice University Public Affairs office released the announcement yesterday," Evangeline answered. "While we spoke earlier, I ran a query on you to update my memory and cross-referenced your paper, 'Creating Human Thinking Patterns in a Synaptically Driven Neural Net.' This is your paper. Again, I am sorry if I provided information that was ill-timed."

Ellie smiled, "Evangeline, you did nothing wrong. I believe Alan Turing would be very proud of you right now."

Evangeline answered, "Thank you, Dr. Hansen."

Ellie reminded her, "Evangeline, my friends call me Ellie."

Again, I grabbed Ellie's hand and followed the route to the most forward longitudinal corridor. We turned left and went through a set of sliding doors. The night sky and a 20-knot breeze in our faces greeted us both. The teak deck clicked as I stepped on it. The great white superstructure of the ship, so imposing in height, angled upward above us for several stories. I could make out the bridge and the soft red lighting from the windows. The forward railing was solid and topped with a windscreen angled forward to stop the occasional ocean spray from the bow as the ship plowed ahead.

Ellie has walked ahead of me, gazing about. The wind whipped the pleated skirt of her sarong, barely lit in the moonless night. The curve of her hips and the firmness in her shapely tooshie, especially when she leaned forward on the railing, made me hard. I moved quickly behind her.

"You look a little lonely, miss," I said, beginning the role-playing she had suggested earlier.

"I beg your pardon," Ellie said in surprise.

"Hi, I am Jared Hansen," I replied. "I couldn't help but notice you gazing at the night sky, and I thought you looked forlorn."

"I am," she offered.

"What's wrong, if I may ask?" was my apparent return. Ellie turned and faced me. She gave me a sad look. At the shoulders, I took her in my hands. "I'm a friend if you need one," I finished.

"I'm having a mid-life crisis," she began. "My husband ditched me on this cruise. He went home in a snit and said I was a selfish, narcissistic bitch."

"Do you feel you are?" I said, probing.

She moved into me, wrapping her arms in an embrace, "I need to know from someone, other than my husband, that I am a desirable woman."

I humphed, "Anyone with two eyes can see that. I can't see anyone not desiring you from the moment they lay their eyes on you. You are as seductive and enticing as the warm tropical breeze flowing in and around us."

"Oh, you are good, Jared Hansen. In that case, I'm Ellie O'Hanlon." she offered, as her eyes reflected the light of the stars above. "I need to be taken and made to feel sensuous again. My body is begging to be sexual and enticing to a man. Can you be that man for me? You say you are my friend, but can you be one with benefits?" she asked tentatively.

My mouth was upon hers in an instant. Ellie groaned and whipped a leg over my hip as she ground herself against me. I instinctively tightened my embrace as I ran my hands from her shoulders to the curve of her ass. I clawed at the back of her skirt, drawing it up. Wafting from her, carried by the wind, was the scent of wet sex her body demanded. It inflamed my cock, which strained for escape from my pants.

This Ellie O'Hanlon reacted to my bulge. She dropped her leg and stopped the grinding hump of my thigh. She pushed me back against the sloping superstructure. Her breath was hot, and her mouth searched to connect with mine.

She pulled me to her mouth, teasing my tongue with flicks and traces. She pulled back and broke our kiss. Her hands slid down my chest, and she slowly dropped to her knees. Her hands deftly unbuckled my belt.

She undid my pants and pulled hard on each side of my legs. A quick sharp tug and my cock was freed. She wasted not a second, immediately opening her mouth and closing it around me. There was just the sound of the wind and sea as the ship thrust forward, plunging the bow into the waves.

Like an irresistible force, she teasingly engulfed me. Then, as she withdrew, I could see the glistening strands of her saliva on my shaft. I leaned against the bridge superstructure and took in the beauty above me. The arms of the Milky Way were evident, casting a soft, diffuse light on Ellie's face as I bent my head down.

She looked up and smiled, "You taste good, Mr. Hansen. May I have you all night in my cabin, kind sir?"

"Yes," I nodded. "I am yours tonight."

"Umm, lovely, she rejoiced.

One of her hands lightly stroked my balls as her head plunged downward. I gasped in bliss as she bobbed rapidly over my inflamed crown and down the turgid shaft, stopping where my circumcision ended. Her tongue rolled around as it darted along the keel of my member.

Her lips formed an embracing circle of pleasure as she slid up and down my length. We were alone on the deck, just two lovers under the stars. The sensations built in me like pressure in a ship's boiler making steam. In our own way, we were steaming in lust for each other.

I fought an urgent need for release, just as did she. I could see her free hand disappear under her skirt. Soon, she began moaning in delight under her own ministrations. Her fingers matched her mouth's pace as they played her clitoris like a fine instrument. She began to lose control, and her head hastened its pace as it bobbed on me.

The sea gave way to the ship as it plunged, and I cried in jagged release, "I'm cumming, oh dear lord, I am cumming." Ellie's head pulled off me, a long strand of trailing ejaculate not willing to break the connection between us. I could see the translucent foam in her mouth as she displayed her tongue.

She closed her mouth and gave a deliberate swallow for my benefit as her fingers plunged into her depths and her thumb pressed on her clit.

"Arrrr, Arrrgh, Ahhhhh, Ahhhhh," she cried out. Her body spasmed and swayed violently in climax. I grabbed her beneath her armpits and lurched her upwards.

She spread her legs seamlessly and wrapped them around my hips. I don't know whether she had done it before. However, she landed perfectly on my still turgid cock, effectively impaling herself.

Her head flew back as another orgasm flooded into her being. I clutched her to me, and she pressed her lips against me. Our tongues shared the last of my climax that she so hungrily had devoured.

She broke the kiss, and her head fell backward, "Ahhhh, I see Arcturus, my guardian star, watching over me."

"Yes, he is indeed Ellie O'Hanlon," I agreed.

Suddenly, there was a brief sound of applause coming from our right. We both turned our heads in shock at the sight of two couples who had heard our commotion and stealthfully ventured close enough to witness us.

A petite blonde woman in a cocktail dress with a wrap covering her shoulders said, "That was beautiful. What you both just shared was a treasure. Two people in a state of belonging. We are sorry to disturb you, but you just made our trip on the first day."

Her significant other added, "We are the Terrells. This is my wife, Bernadette, and I'm Zachary. These are our friends, the Kendricks. Bernie is right. What we just saw was as beautiful as lovemaking can and should be. Thank you, and please forgive our intrusion." Mr. Terrell motioned his party back the way they came, and they disappeared around the superstructure.

"That was friggin awesome, Jare," Ellie softly declared.

"If you ever wanted validation that you are sensuous and sexual, you just got it, Ellie," I said, wondering how those folks snuck up on us.

"Yeah, we both did as a couple," Ellie answered. "Once we pull ourselves together here, let's go back to the cabin, get naked, shower, and make love some more, my loving man."