Author's Disclaimers: Another new type of story, for me. Readers just might find that the hero of my little story just maybe isn't a nice guy, at first. Could be in several categories, so choose if its in the right one. This story is fictional.
My name is Erik Lundgren, a 48 year old, who after a very successful, but short career in finance, decided the best way to see the world, was to go to work on a cruise ship.
A little back story to give you folks some idea of what makes me tick. If Loretta Lynn was a 'Coal Miner's Daughter' I am a coal miner's son and grandson. I knew very early on I was not going into the plentiful but dangerous mines in Western Pennsylvania. My dad did, as did both my grandfathers. I watched all of them age horribly before their time.
My one great advantage, was how well I mastered every subject I studied in school. I also played football, lettering all four years of high school. Standing 6'2" and weighing just over 170, colleges weren't knocking down my door with scholarship offers.
My saving grace was becoming a National Merit Scholar. Now colleges were interested, as long as I stayed off the football field. I chose The University of Pennsylvania, because of their business school.
Majoring in finance, I chewed through all my classes, making me ready for Grad School, after just three years. During my sophomore year, I met a girl who knocked my socks off. Gloria Crowe, from New York City, and a year older than me. We dated for most of the first semester, before we fell into her bed, after another great date.
Let me try to describe Gloria. 5'10", slender, with fairly small, perfectly shaped breasts. I knew how sensitive her nipples were, because she enjoyed me playing with them, as much as I did licking and sucking on them. Our first time in bed, with me having minimal experience and Gloria being a virgin, turned out to be better than either of us could have imagined. Three times, that first night, fucking like our lives depended on it. If there was anything I could complain about, was her insistence on missionary only. Our love making was so good, I accepted her limiting our positions.
By the end of that school year, she asked me to visit her family, in New York. Off I went, not knowing what to expect. Arriving at her parents house, my jaw dropped. They lived in a house that looked like a hotel, to me. It must have been 10,000 square feet, over 3 stories of living space. Meeting her parents for the first time, I knew, immediately, I wasn't the husband of the future, they wanted for their daughter. Mom was the true definition of a Manhattan socialite. Dressed as if she were going to the opera, instead of a weekend at home. Dad was the male counterpart, also dressed to impress. I couldn't have felt more uncomfortable, in my jeans and polo shirt. They both tried to be pleasant, but I could read their body language, which screamed, no matter how smart you are, our daughter isn't going to be your wife. End of story.
My Junior year, her Senior year, she put the breaks on our relationship, and no matter how much I tried, I just couldn't convince her I just might be 'The One' Her snooty parents won out. I was crushed, to say the least. As I entered Grad School, she was back in New York, with what I heard was a semi arranged marriage. More like a merger, with her new husband being from a family almost as wealthy as hers.
Finishing Grad School, with my MBA, I soon found myself on Wall Street, making obscene amounts of money. Every so often, I happened to run into either Gloria's father, or husband. I was always civil to both of them, but the civility was never returned. I guess to their way of thinking, once a country hick, always a country hick, even though I was earning as much, if not more than her husband was. Her loss, for sure.
During my time on Wall Street, I had several short term relationships, that truly meant nothing to me. I was investing my earnings wisely, and was helping my parents back in coal country.
One particular deal I made, resulted in me winning a huge deal over Gloria's husband. When I saw him a day or two later, I just couldn't resist, saying, "tell your wife this could have been hers, if her parents weren't such stuck up pieces of shit!" He just turned and walked away, knowing I was right.
After just over seven years, I decided I had enough of this rat race, and wanted to enjoy my life, and see the world.
I began looking into the cruise industry, first by taking a cruise, and seeing for myself what opportunities might be right for me. I talked with many of the ship's employees, learning as much as I could. It didn't hurt meeting several older women who couldn't wait to have me join them in their bed. I soon realized that fucking older, married women was for me.
When I applied to one of the major lines, I was hired, after two very successful interviews.
I started just over 16 years ago, as a member of the cruise director's staff. I got to run trivia games, as well as any other game that needed a body to run it. I also kept in great shape running classes in Zumba and other dancing and exercise classes.
I enjoyed doing this so much, getting paid and seeing the world was the icing on the cake. The cherry on top of the ice cream was when I found out how many available women were on most cruises. I didn't care that the vast majority if them were married, as I stated previously. Married, older women were great for fucking. No strings attached. In my years working on cruise ships, I saw all 7 continents, over 60 countries, and bedded women of many nationalities.
I decided if a lady came on to me, who just happened to be good looking, who was I to turn her down? The first cruise I worked on, during one of my Zumba classes, I noticed this one lady, who kept looking at me, while doing our routines. After we finished, she came up to me, telling me what Stateroom she was in, and that her husband would be in the casino.
"Let me shower, and I'll be right there."
I quickly went to my quarters, showered, quickly, and headed up to the high rent district of this ship. She was in one of the biggest suites on this ship.
Being a 30 year old single man, when a very good looking, older woman invites me to her suite, who am I to refuse?
I found out her name was Hannah, and she looked mid 40's, but in fact was 56 years old. A very compact body, maybe 5'3" and about 135, with what I would call pendulous breasts. When she took off her robe, wearing just a smile, I leaned in, taking a huge nipple in my mouth, licking it to near a full inch and fairly thick. My shorts, briefs and shirt all fell to the floor, and we were on her bed.
I moved between her wide open thighs, and started licking up and down her very puffy lips. As I touched her clit, her body shook, over and over. Not letting up, I moved to my knees, rubbing 8 firm inches up and down my target.
Slowly thrusting in and out, she yelled, faster, Erik, faster. Who was I to deny this fine lady? The faster I pumped, the more Hannah yelled. Finally, she let out this blood curdling scream of an orgasm, just as I exploded, deep inside of her sopping wet pussy.
Rolling onto my back, she noticed I was still nearly at full staff. She moves over to me, taking my cock in her hands, and lowers her mouth on it. Up and down, very slowly, while cupping my balls. I moved her body into a 69 position, with her cum soaked pussy right over my face.
She must have had 3 more little orgasms, before moving her to all fours, and me moving my hand from her pussy, to her behind, wetting my next target. After putting on a condom, I slowly pushed my cock inside her behind, I knew this wasn't a first for her. Starting a rhythmic motion, in and out of her very tight asshole. Fingering her clit, while fucking her ass, we both were cumming, almost at the same time.
After catching her breath, she asked if I wanted to shower with her. I didn't need to be asked a second time. I soaped every inch of her luscious body, bringing her to another couple of orgasms. After drying off, she fell onto her bed, and thanked me, profusely.
Luckily, I didn't have another class or game until much later. I was wiped out, by this well over 50 year old lady.
For the remainder of that cruise, we would just nod to each other, and smile. As she and her husband were leaving the ship, she handed me a note, thanking me for making this a most memorable cruise.
Over my next dozen cruises, I would find a more than willing lady, many of whom were at least 15 years older than me, who wound up taking me into their beds, for great sex sessions.
As I was nearing 40, my sexual exploits didn't slow down in the least. On this one cruise, I wasn't even looking, but after one trivia game, I was gathering up my materials when this attractive lady comes to where I was standing, and smiles at me and asks some question, that I didn't even hear, as my focus was on her near perfect, very visible breasts. The blouse she was wearing was very sheer and very see through. Her rock hard, nipples poking almost through the material.
"Do you give personal exercise lessons?"
