As I walked up the gangway I thought to myself, 'Tammy, you really need this.' My husband, Ross and I hadn't had a vacation in three years, work had been so pressing that we were just unable to get away. Now I was on board the luxury cruise ship for twelve days of relaxation and fun in the southern Caribbean.
Our cabin was large with a separate bedroom and a private balcony. We looked around our accommodations as we unpacked and were very pleased that we had splurged for the suite rather than a regular cabin.
Once we had unpacked we took a walk around the ship and I found the built-up stress just peeling away, I hadn't felt this good in years and looking at Ross I knew he felt the same. This was a wise choice for both of us, no cell phones, no computers, just us, the ocean and twelve days of lazy enjoyment.
There were eight of us around our table for dinner that first night; Lisa and Gerry, a retired couple from Michigan; Neil, an airline pilot from the UK and Freda from Germany who was with her aged parents, Karl and Effie. It was an interesting mix of people with varied interests that made dinner an enjoyable event.
Ross and I awoke at six the next morning and strolled along the deck to the swimming pool for our morning dip, we do this at home and old habits die hard. Lisa and Gerry were standing at the rail near the pool and we stopped for a chat, we liked this couple and enjoyed a few minutes together before diving into the water. The swim sharpened our appetites and we headed down for breakfast. On the way we stopped at the climbing wall and watched the four or five passengers cavorting above. I have always been afraid of heights and was amazed to see how relaxed they seemed up there. 'There's Neil up there,' Ross said and I watched as he moved with ease and grace to the very top of the wall before abseiling down.
He removed his climbing harness and walked over to us, 'Morning Ross, Tammy, beautiful day,' he said, 'I'm ready for breakfast.
'We're heading there ourselves, why don't you join us,' invited Ross.
'Love to,' he replied and off we went.
Between bites of my omelette I asked Neil where he'd learn to climb and discovered that during his teen years he and friends spent many weekends and summer holidays climbing in Snowdonia National Park in Wales and although he loved the sport, his career as a pilot now left little time for it. I asked where his wife was since he was wearing a wedding band and he said, in a matter-a-fact manner that she had died two years earlier and that he was on the mend. It was the first real vacation he had had in a long time, he was two years away from retirement and hoped to trek into Everest base camp, visit Alaska, tour the South Pacific and see more than just the airports. We parted company after breakfast and I commented to Ross what a nice guy he seemed to be and my husband concurred.
The next couple of days were spent swimming, sun bathing, eating and more eating. We took in a show but for the most part, we just unwound and got used to the relaxed, easy-going pace on board the ship.
Our dinners continued to be very entertaining. Karl had told us that he worked for the German government in several places around the globe during and after the war. Ross was convinced he was a spy. Neil had lots of interesting stories to tell about near disasters and strange passengers; Lisa and Gerry entertained us with there many travel adventures but Freda and Effie remained spectators for the most part.
It was at dinner on our fourth night that I found myself chatting exclusively to Neil and suddenly blurted that I had always found a pilot's uniform very sexy. Neil took the comment in stride saying many women seem to, perhaps it's the gold braid. He said he had his uniform with him since he had come directly from a conference and that maybe he would wear it for me one night, just to see if I thought he looked sexy in it.
I felt a rush of excitement and flushed at the thought of seeing him in his uniform, he looked alright to me in his casual slacks and shirt. He must have sensed I was a little embarrassed and immediately changed the subject and asked if I'd seen the dolphins and porpoises earlier that day.
That night I came out of the bathroom naked and Ross was laying on the bed reading. I flopped down beside him and gently rubbed his groin. He dropped his newspaper, rolled towards me and kissed me passionately on the lips. 'Coming on this cruise is the best decision we've made in a long time, I feel ten years younger he said as his hand slipped between my legs.
Our lovemaking that night was intense and more satisfying than it had been in quite a while and from time to time I found myself thinking of Neil in and out of his uniform.
We followed our usual morning routine on the fifth day but after breakfast went back to our cabin. During our meal, Ross had caressed my inner thighs and I had felt his erection through his shorts. We were like a couple of kids again, the pressures of everyday life a blurred memory, we couldn't wait to get back to the cabin. Ross was like a wild man, he groped me all the way down the companionway and once inside the cabin tore off the few clothes I was wearing, pushed me gently onto the bed and tongued my pussy and clitoris with more energy than I had known in years. He stood and unzipped his shorts, his erection was strong and he wasted little time inserting it into my wet slit. He fucked me with passion and vigour and I responded in kind, it was like when we were first married. We climaxed almost together and Ross lay on top of me as he softened, we were both a little breathless.
'Gee, it's like we're in our twenties again. You were hard to keep up with then,' he said, still a little out of breath. 'Remember how we considered looking for another male to join our lovemaking?'
'Yes I do but work and kids seemed to get in the way. I often think we should have just gone ahead and done it anyway, I must have worked you pretty hard.'
'That you did my little sex maniac, how do you feel about it now?' his breathing almost back to normal.
'Feel about what?'
'Someone joining us.'
'Aren't we a bit old for that sort of thing?'
