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Sun... beaches... an endless supply of cold drinks... skimpy bikinis... and Rachel. It was the best cruise I have ever taken. Hell, it was one of the best vacations I've ever taken! It turned out to be the trip of a lifetime, though it had looked like it was going to suck from the get-go.
I am a partner in a small law firm in the Midwest. For our size, we had some very, very good clients -- clients which more than kept us in business, considering our overhead. Our firm wasn't anything big or fancy, especially compared to the major firms in larger cities. Overall, we did enough business to live very comfortably with some of the finer things in life without having to live and breathe work. Honestly, it was why I chose this firm and lived in a smaller city. I wanted a life outside of work.
As a yearly company 'thank you' the other partners and I chip in on bonuses for our employees. Usually we take the employees out for a really nice dinner where we hand out gifts based on the employee's tenure with the company. Some were small, a point and shoot camera, a small iPod, while others progressed into larger gifts for our longest tenured employees. New iPhones, iPads, and plasma TVs had become common place for our long-term employees. This year we wanted to do something special. It had been our best year ever. We had received several referrals (almost too many) to the point of upping everyone's hours for the better part of the year. We did very well on the books. We won a couple of large cases, and wanted to make sure we rewarded our staff appropriately. We decided to show our appreciation for everyone's additional effort more significantly this year with a week-long Caribbean cruise. We picked the "party" line, and a hot spot. Most hadn't been to the Caribbean from what we knew, so decided that we would surprise them all with the news at our yearly dinner.
The news didn't seem to go over well at first -- when I announced we wouldn't be handing out any appreciation awards that night there was an audible groan of disappointment. Soon though, the audible groans became a boisterous roar as I explained the details of the week-long cruise to all of the employees. The trip was to be a week without work, having the whole office shut down.
Soon we had the time set, and our travel secretary working on booking the trip for the 20 or so employees and a significant other as well as us 3 partners. I had all my arrangements made. I figured I'd go alone as there would be coworkers to hang with, but left me the option of finding some sexy companionship at night, or where I could just spend the time unwinding from a year where I'd personally averaged way more hours than I would have liked.
We booked balcony rooms for all of the employees, and suites for the partners. Well, we thought we had. My suite on the top front of the ship turned into a corner balcony stateroom on the back of the ship. I thought my trip was going to suck from here on out. Unfortunately they had mixed up my room booking. After a two hour delay in checking-in I was comped a $500 bar tab, and 50% off my next cruise purchase. Sounded good enough to me. One of the other partners offered to trade rooms, but I told him I'd be okay. I was here to relax anyway, and I could do that just as easily on the back of the ship as the front of the ship in a suite. My room was high enough, and I sleep deep enough, to not need to worry about the engines at night. After getting to my new room, it turned out the corner room was better than I could have imagined. It was a nice wrap around balcony with views out the side and rear of the ship.
So here I am, pulling out of port for the Caribbean. We agreed to give the first night to everyone as a free night, so I didn't have to worry about meeting up with anyone tonight. As our sailing time approached I decided to grab a nice glass of wine and enjoy the sendoff from my balcony. There didn't seem to be too much happening out the back of the ship, so I sat on the side of the wrap-around balcony watching the bustle of the city below. Lucky enough I had a port-side room. I loved seeing the traffic of the port.
I had just finished my 1st glass of wine when I heard the balcony door of the room just forward of mine open. Being a friendly (sometimes too outgoing) person I stood from my lounger to see my neighbors for the week. I somewhat awkwardly introduced myself to them around the balcony divider.
"Hi! I'm Mitch Martene. Looks like we'll be neighbors for the week." The young man, John, introduced himself and his wife, Rachel. They were newlyweds celebrating their honeymoon.
"Seriously? You don't look old enough to be married" I joked.
"Really? I just turned 27. Rachel will be 24 in a couple of months. I guess we just look young for our ages. Can't complain about that, I suppose!"
Perhaps. Might have just been her size. They gave me a quick run down of their lives (met at school in Boston. He was from Maine and just started med school at Harvard, she was from Connecticut and was a senior at Boston University). As the conversation progressed I invited them over to share my larger balcony and a glass of wine.
I opened the door and let them in. We shook hands as we probably should have 20 minutes before, and I grabbed some glasses and the chilled bottle. As we moved out to the deck I got my first look of Rachel. I couldn't really tell looking around their balcony, but she sure had the tight body of a 20 year old. At 5'1" and maybe 105 pounds she seemed so small in comparison with my 6'8" and solid 270 pound frame. Well, almost solid. I was in decent shape for a 45 year old lawyer.
Rachel had a naturally tan complexion, with long flowing chestnut brown hair and piercing green eyes. She was a knockout. I'd just have to guess, but beneath her tank top it looked like she sported a set of perky C-cup breasts. John must was a few inches taller than Rachel, but not by much. I offered them the two loungers as I quickly grabbed the stool from my room and took it out to the balcony.
We made small talk for a while. I explained I was a lawyer here with my firm, and that I was originally from Chicago. Between our questions and answers I found myself checking Rachel out more and more. I soon realized I had better ease my glances so as not to get a rise out of John for checking out his new wife, or to get much more of a rise from my cock. The more we talked the more we drank. The more we drank the more I checked Rachel out. The more I checked Rachel out the more blood went straight to my cock. It was a shame she was married. She was just the sort of girl I was hoping to meet on the cruise.
I had just poured a second glass of wine for them (my 3rd) when the ship's horn blew. We were officially off on our voyage in open waters. We continued our small talk through the last glass of wine. Soon though, they excused themselves as it was getting late in the evening and they had yet to unpack and get settled. I decided I may as well finish off one more glass of wine before retiring for the evening myself.
The cruise was going to be a relaxing vacation. I saw John and Rachel a few times, but usually only in passing going to dinner. I decided to take it easy on the excursions off the ship, choosing mostly to take a tour or two and relax the rest of the time. After busting my ass for a year, I did as little as possible. A few bottles of local beer, a lounger, and a nice shaded umbrella. While I'd meet up at night with the partners or a couple of the employees, I spent most of my days alone and carefree. If I wanted to sleep in until 8am, I slept in. If I wanted to hit the ship's gym, I hit the gym.
At night I spent a lot of time out on my balcony. I had plenty of room to layout with a drink and a book or two, and some of the views were unbeatable! Each night I kept hoping I'd run into John and Rachel, but could never hear them on their balcony. I figured newlyweds would be out fucking like rabbits on their deck at some point during the week, but I hadn't heard one hint of them being outside.
On the second to last day of our cruise I took a taxi to an off the beaten path beach. Shortly after I arrived, John and Rachel showed up at the same beach. I was really surprised to see them there, as this beach was mostly unvisited by tourists. I had been made known of the beach by a fraternity brother I had maintained both a friendship and business connection with over the years. It was a small, secluded spot off the beaten path. It turned out we live in a small world. My frat brother who had told me about this location was John's uncle, who had suggested it to them as well.
While I had come to this beach for peace and quiet, I must admit I was soon enjoying their company. Especially Rachel's. John really seemed to have his head square on his shoulders, and Rachel was stunning. She wore a very skimpy thong bikini consisting of a neon-green patterned bikini bottom with solid white top. Though her bottoms were a thong cut, they weren't obscenely small. They did, however, make her ass look fantastic!
As the day progressed we each drank our local beers brought from the pier. Conversation had long since slowed and sun bathing and relaxing begun. After who knows how long, Rachel said she was headed for a swim. I decided to take the time to chat up John with some guy talk.
"Man! She really looks good in that bikini, and the sun has kissed her skin with a golden tan. You've gotta be sore from laying the pipe so much this week" I said. It seemed to make him a bit uncomfortable, but I slowly prodded the conversation to their sex lives. I told him frankly I was surprised that I hadn't heard them going at it on their balcony at night. He admitted they had been going at it constantly in their room, but hadn't ventured out onto their balcony.
"She too scared of being heard?" I asked.