Amy's Demise: The Decadence Of Stateroom M-34
Chapter One of Two Chapters
Welcome Aboard!
Seven days.
Seven wonderful days. No job. No children. No cell phones.
Just Steve and she. Finally!
It wasn't the most luxurious liner in the fleet but it was fine with them. Amy was pleased that Steve had gone to such lengths to find the perfect ship, the perfect room. Although she didn't care at first, he had insisted on finding the perfect situation, a stateroom with a private balcony overlooking the ocean. There was nothing between their balcony and the ocean except a sheer drop of several stories.
Now, she was glad he had been so relentless. He was right. It was perfect! Being so high on the ship, their room had sliding double glass doors that led out to the miniscule balcony. They could leave their curtains open and have a beautiful view of the sea. On each side of the balcony there were small partitions that blocked them from the adjacent cabins. Well, almost. It would only keep honest people honest. Amy knew that if one really wanted they could easily see into each other's cabins.
But, who cared? They would just take it all into consideration.
They were both anxious for some down time, some relief from everyday life and the two children that were like sponges, drawing every breath from the couple with their demanding schedules. Amy would never have dreamed that two preschool children could be so involved, so much in need of their parent's time. Between the kids and their jobs there was nothing left for the young married couple. Nothing.
And that's exactly what Amy had been getting...nothing. The thirty two year old wife still had the same voracious sexual appetite that she had five years before when she was twenty seven, prior to electing to start a family. She wasn't surprised that with children their love life would have slowed down. It was a shock to her system that it had totally disappeared.
Over the years it had slowed a little, then over the past year even more. Finally, a few months before this cruise, it suddenly ceased.
Amy had not taken a cock in almost three months. Oh, there had been heavy petting, a never ending stream of "almost" where their hands and mouths tantalized each other to the brink.
But then it would end. No screwing. No cock for Amy. Steve would sort of just walk away and leave her to later finish up by hand. She often wondered why it didn't seem to effect him at all.
But not her. She wanted it and she wanted it bad!! And she was absolutely sure the time was now. Tonight!!
She was flowing between her legs, the anticipation almost as pleasurable as the act itself.
But at the moment it was only four in the afternoon. They had not even pulled away from the dock. Each of them understood that sex would come later, would be excruciatingly anticipated before being consummated.
But even before then there would be surprises. For both. Hers would be immediate and overt, hung out for the world to see. His would be cloaked, a carefully concocted fragile situation with little chance of success but, if fortunes turned his way, would produce a payoff like a sexual Fort Knox!
Amy sent him down to the pool in advance to "save" them some lounge chairs. No use losing the nice sun that would be theirs for hours. Steve was surprised that she sent him ahead of her but wasn't going to question. He had a little chore to take care of and she had just made it much easier.
Twenty minutes later his cock was standing at full staff, his swim trunks unable to contain the bulge. So was every other male on the pool deck.
Amy had just stood above his lounge chair on the pool deck and casually dropped her transparent white swim cover to her feet, exposing a black string bikini that totally revealed an absolutely perfect body that belied her thirty two years. And certainly it denied the birth of two children.
No extra tummy...no nothing.
Amy smiled at their reactions. For all her other trials and endeavors, one thing that she enjoyed was working for a company that was keen on fitness and health. She was allowed thirty minutes a day in an outstanding company gym and she made use of it. Every day!
What the admiring crowd could see was the perfect body...five feet seven inches with nice firm breasts escaping in every direction from a scanty top that did little more than cover her hardened nipples. Perfect legs and ass protruding from the tiny "tell all" bottoms. That's what they could all see. What they couldn't see and only Steve knew was that under that tiny strip of black cloth was a carefully trimmed blonde thatch.
Yep! That ultra short cropped blonde hair on her head was the real thing! And in between those gorgeous thighs were matching soft curls, their abundance curtailed only by a carefully wielded razor.
Steve was stunned. And proud. He knew she was perfect but to have her suddenly reveal herself as she did blew him away. Everybody was looking, each admiring.
Some with more interest than others. For two of them, it went well past interest. It cascaded into anticipation!
But first, a drink. Barrier breaking alcohol masked with a funny glass and an umbrella. It wouldn't take Amy more than two of these to make the deck roll even more than that caused by the gentle seas.
Then, the introductions of those sitting near them. Amy knew that Steve mingled well. He knew no strangers. It wasn't a surprise at all that he already knew somebody.
But what was a very pleasant surprise was who he had met. About Steve's age, Robert and Cathy Dorsett were in their mid thirties. Cathy was just gorgeous. Breathtaking full breasts, nice legs coming out of the bottom of a reveling white one piece suit. Still, both Steve and Amy knew that the younger wife held her own with Cathy. Amy was hot!!
But Robert was a different story altogether. Over the next few hours Amy couldn't quite put it together. It wasn't so much his good looks. (Yeah, she'd give it to him that he was more attractive than her own husband or, for that matter, any other man on that sun deck.) There was something else, though. His attitude? His self assurance?
His absolutely unmasked and totally undivided attention to her?
At the moment Amy was so sexually saturated, so hungry for satisfaction, that her mind automatically wandered to sexual thoughts. Robert looked at her straight on, making no attempt at all to hide the huge bulge in his tight swim suit. Slowly, his eyes totally undressed her time and time again, his uninhibited stares and her imagination allowing him to slowly strip her of even the tiny attire she was wearing...one tiny string at a time.
She was correct in her assessment of him. Mentally, Robert Dorsett could easily envision her wet pussy, a sensitive clit stiffened by all the attention she was receiving. Especially from him!
And he was right. Amy could swear her pussy was contracting and releasing, trying to capture and fold into her wet crevice all the openly lurid looks she was getting from him.
She was thrilled.
Steve was very proud and pleased. This was going well.
Three hours of the sultry atmosphere did little to suppress Amy's sexual excitement. Instead, she found herself constantly squeezing and adjusting her legs, a vain attempt to send relief to a clit that had gone from full and anticipating to outright begging.
They had the late sitting for dinner with an eight o'clock appetizer. If Amy had her way about it they would have deferred, settling instead for a sandwich sent to their room that she would munch on while she was slowly riding Steve's rigid cock.
But Steve would have no part of it. Instead, once they were back in their cabin he selected a very reveling dress from her closet. She had brought it with her but had little intention of actually wearing it. Short skirted, the top was extremely low cut and was way too revealing for her taste. It had hung in her closet for years, waiting for her to gather the courage to wear it in public.
Steven laughed and encouraged her to step out of her shyness.
"Hey, this place is like Vegas. What happens here stays here."
It didn't help any to find that they were assigned seating at the table with Robert and Cathy Dorsett. Robert immediately stood up when they arrived and hustled Amy into the chair adjacent to his. He had been on these cruises before and knew that, for some reason, people always returned to the exact same chair at each seating. Always.
For the next six nights he would be shoulder to shoulder with the voluptuous Amy. If all else failed, that in itself was worth the price of the ticket!
Amy didn't exactly shy away. Already fully primed with alcohol and mentally prepared and anxious for a sexual explosion, it didn't bother her any to be gently brushing arms and legs with a great looking gentleman. The occasional brush under the table with his hand on her exposed legs didn't go unnoticed but was quickly dismissed without concern.
That was hidden...that was under the table. Above it, Amy's breasts were brazenly on display. The front of her dress was so low cut that that it openly advertised her bra. What she exposed as a supportive garment was really nothing more than just a low cut transparent symbolic gesture that supported nothing and provided tiny glimpses of nipples. When she leaned over (and it was often) she was there for the world to see.
