After their romps the previous night, and enjoying a meal sharing a selection of Tapas dishes, fries, beer and wine, the four friends chatted and laughed through the evening and into the small hours.
Nick and Karen returned to their room, discarding their clothes and clambering into bed without even bothering to put on pyjamas.
Karen had deliberately left the bedroom curtains partially open to ensure they didn't sleep in too late, as she had the previous morning.
Karen stirred as the sun began to pierce the gloom of the bedroom, she still felt stretched from the sexual excesses of the night before. She hadn't felt that way since she had lost her virginity as a young 18 year old, in a fumble with Rob, her first 'proper' boyfriend.
He had been very persuasive, and Karen was very inexperienced, not just sexually but in the ways of the world.
After a night out with him, he had been his usual charming self. She found him exciting, he flattered her, paid her lots of attention. He kissed her in ways she and never been kissed before.
The way he teased her nipples, softly at first and then slightly roughly and back to gentle kisses and tonguing were her first real experiences of foreplay and the sensations that ran through her body were unlike anything she had felt before.
The way he had stroked her pussy made her burn with passion inside. And then the punchline, "If you really loved me, you would let me make love to you, I want you. I'll be gentle, if it's your first time."
The tearing of her hymen, whilst sore, was nothing among the passion of the moment but his roughness and short lived efforts before filling his condom and pulling out had made her feel used.
Their relationship, once he'd had what he wanted, was finished.
She felt that same urge with Lex, the size of his cock was mesmerising but his gentleness and considerate nature was what pushed her past her natural reticence.
She touched herself and felt how sticky she was. Her pussy had definitely been moisturised the previous night easing the passage of Lex huge cock inside her..
Nick stirred, and sensing that Karen was awake, spooned up behind her and kissed her on the neck softly. "You okay, babe?" he asked, genuinely concerned about her. She had obviously had an experience she had enjoyed but was overwhelmed by the significant physical difference.
"Mmm, you?" Karen responded.
"Let's have an easy day, eh? Just you and me, watching Normandy float past, slow down the pace. What do you think?" Nick suggested.
"Sounds idyllic!" said Karen, turning over and resting her head on Nick's chest, his hand gently draped across her waist.
The couple drifted back into a deep slumber.
*****
Becky and Lex lay quietly, the gentle hum of the boat's engines seemed to lull them as they slept.
Tap, tap, tap..... "Room service"
Jean opened the door to Lex and Becky's suite and carried in the tray of pastries, the large Caffetier of coffee and the bowls of yoghurt and muesli.
"Good morning, Monsieur, Madame Anderson," Jean greeted them, both sitting up in bed, the duvet wrapped around the lower part of Becky's chest but showing plenty of cleavage, Lex sitting next to her bare chested.
"It's 8.00am, I've brought breakfast as ordered last night. Shall I leave the breakfast tray on the lounge table, Monsieur?" Jean suggested.
"Perfect, thanks Jean," Lex responded.
Jean placed the tray on the table, and turned to leave. Catching sight of Becky once more as he passed the Bedroom door.
Becky smiled, "Thank you Jean, you're a sweetie!" she teased, watching his eyes glance at the roundness of her tits peeping out above the duvet.
"A pleasure, madame," Jean replied as he left the suite.
"You're a bloody, tease!" chuckled Lex, "Poor lad, didn't know where to look."
"Oh, I think he did! He certainly didn't look me in the eye when he passed," Becky tittered.
"So, here's the challenge then! If I can bed Jean, you need to bed Sophie." Becky challenged.
"Oh, my God, you get worse, you really do!" Lex retorted, "I'm going for a shower."
Becky jumped out of bed and took a bite of a Danish pastry, picked up the phone and pressed 'Room service'.
The phone was answered in two rings, "Room service, good morning!"
"Good morning, it's Mrs Anderson, could we have some cream to go with the coffee, please. There is milk, but no cream."
"Of course, Madame, straight away. I do apologise."
A couple of minutes later... Tap, tap, tap, "Roomservice," called Jean.
Becky sat on the sofa, a bathrobe loosely wrapped around her, as Jean entered carrying a jug of cream.
"I'm sorry Madame Anderson, I brought your cream. Here, shall I pour some coffee for you?"
"Oh please, Jean," Becky said in a flirtaceous voice, leaning forward to give a good view down her robe.
"Are you enjoying your holiday with us, Madame?"
"Oh we certainly are, we have made good friends with our neighbours and enjoying our time on board. I hope we don't make too much work for you, entertaining in our room?"
"Not at all Madame, it nice to know you are making friends, and also perhaps good memories?"
"Definitely, Jean. We'll certainly remember this trip," Becky said, sitting back to show more of her thighs as the robe parted slightly.
"You must have had some experiences too though, Jean, which you will remember for a long time, hmm?" probed Karen further.
"Well, yes, it's only my second year on board but you do get to meet some interesting people, Madame." Jean replied, tactfully.
"Like Mrs Fox, perhaps?" said Becky, suggestively.
"Erm, well, yes. Monsieur and Madame Fox are very nice, Madame."
"But Madame Fox more so, no?" teased Becky, "I mean, she speaks very highly of how.... helpful you were one afternoon."
Jean looked like a rabbit caught in headlights.
Becky playfully wrapped her pony tail around her finger and, looking Jean deep in the eyes, slid her left hand inside her robe stroking her breast gently.
"Oh, when she bumped her head, yes, I did. It was nothing really though," Jean lied.
"Come on, Jean, I think you are being modest. You made her holiday.... I would like you to make mine...." Becky parted her knees and pulled apart her robe.
