We'd been on many vacations together, but never a cruise.
Steve had finished his football season and I managed to schedule three weeks off so we decided to head to the Caribbean for a cruise around the islands in the warm weather. To make it interesting, we decided we would book as two singles, and then planned to spend the time 'picking each other up'. Our marriage had been full of wild sexual adventures as any of you who know us will be well aware. We thought it might be fun to role play a little while on the cruise pretending we were meeting again for the first time. This was just another in our long line of things we do to keep the spark in our love life, and so whilst I booked a luxury suite, Steve booked the bare minimum room way below deck. The plan was that we would of course get together and stay in my suite once our little erotic adventure was underway, but that we would enjoy the excitement of 'meeting' for the first time.
At least that was the plan.
In the week leading up to the cruise I had gone shopping for some sexy outfits. Lingerie, heels, dresses and a selection of one piece and small bikinis rounded out quite a collection, and I was planning to seduce my husband with a different outfit each day and night. In addition, three days before we embarked I had a full body wax, had long, fake, gel nails put on and painted bright red, and I had my hair done. I also had a wonderful spray tan which had settled nicely into a glowing bronze colour by the time the porter offered to carry my large bags onto the deck and showed me to my suite.
It was opulence personified, and whilst it was more than we usually spent on vacation, I figured we deserved it. We had taken a serious punt buying the real estate agency from Al, my former boss, several years ago now, and had worked very hard to get things running well. Steve was hands off of course, keeping his own position within the football industry, but I was fully in control of all aspects of the company and whilst I now had two Managers running the day-to-day operations, I was in charge of special projects and major account negotiations, which I loved.
I took a few moments to wander through the suite, checking out the bathroom, the spa, yes, SPA, and then the bedroom and sall living room complete with big screen tv. It really was lovely and I was looking forward to spending a bit of time inside enjoying the suite as much as I was the decks and stopover breaks at the various carribean destinations.
Meanwhile Steve was settling in to his modest room on the bottom level and was putting his things away when there was a knock on his cabin door. He had booked a twin single bed room, just in case we felt like being naughty and getting together down there.
"Come on in!" he responded, feeling relaxed and fully expecting to see me standing there.
He was wrong.
As the small door swung open, a porter was standing there with a young man, aged about twenty.
"Mr.Bennett?"
"Yep, that's me" replied Steve.
"Um, we have a small problem, Mr.Bennett."
Ten minutes later, the 'small problem' had been sorted out. It turned out that the cruise had been overbooked, and as a result they had offered Steve a 50% refund if he would allow the young man to share the room with him.
Knowing that he would be spending most nights, if not all, in my suite on the top level, Steve didn't mind at all. In fact, given the refund, it actually worked out pretty well for everyone. He introduced himself to the young man, and learned that Yanne was a tourist from Holland, and was working his way slowly to Australia where he had accepted a position as a paramedic. Ironically, he was to be stationed in Melbourne, only a few kilometres from where we lived.
Back in my room, oblivious to what was happening with my husband, I unpacked my things and as I was admiring the tan colour of my long legs, there was also a knock at my door.
"Come in."
A tall man in full ship's uniform entered, carrying a large silver ice bucket with a bottle of champagne inside it and two glasses.
"Compliments of the company, madam. May I pour you a glass?"
"By all means," I replied, smiling.
"Are you alone madam, or shall I pour a second glass?" he asked politely, with just a hint of sparkle in his eye.
I knew how to tease him, and responded, "Just me this time, thank you. I'm looking to relax and spread my wings a little this trip."
As he popped the cork and poured me a champagne I went back to unpacking my things, reaching for a small red thong bikini from my suitcase, holding it up making sure he saw it as I reached for the glass, holding the thong in the other hand.
"Well, let me say that if madam wears THAT, she will be sure to have a pleasant time onboard!"
And with that cocky response the handsome young steward exited my room, closing the door behind him as I took in the view of his tight buns encased in the trousers of his uniform.
I spent about half an hour getting everything put away, and by the time it was done, I had emptied two glasses of champagne and was feeling delightfully mellow. The announcement came from the ship's Captain that we were about to disembark, and so, pouring a third glass, I grabbed my sunglasses and headed out onto the deck. Just outside my room was a perfect viewing platform, my cabin door opening on to the small area about ten metres from the nose of the huge cruise ship, and I walked to the rail and watched the action below as gangplanks were pulled in, ropes freed and the tug boat took hold of the front of the ship and eased us out of the harbour.
Standing at the rail watching the ship move slowly away from the dock, I was suddenly aware of being watched. Glancing to my left, I caught a man of about sixty looking my way. He was alone, and wearing very neat ooking pants and a shirt, with what I could tell was lots of gold jewellery. His shirt was unbuttoned and I giggled inwardly as I raised my glass to him, smiling. He looked like the classic gangster boss, all bling and sleazy. I was wearing white capri pants and heels with a simple t-shirt and bra, but I knew that if I turned away from Mr.Bling, he would get an eyeful of my white thong panty under my capris.
Loving the moment, I sipped my champagne as I sloooooowly rolled my hips away from him and leaned forward, feigning to look over the rail. I felt the thong panty tuck tighter into my ass crack as the capri pants tightened with the stretching motion, and I knew he was copping an eyeful of my ass.
