Brigitte hadn't exaggerated when claiming that French women are well taught the carnal joys. At least she was which she certainly proved to me in her bed that night. And in the morning she had spiced it up even more by bringing the Spanish cabin attendant Manuela into the scene. But not only for my enjoyment. Brigitte had reveled in Manuela's body and skill too which had been enticing to watch and take part in. At one time it had been a classic threesome set up. Brigitte being pleasured by Manuela's mouth and tongue while I delighted in her pussy pleasuring both Manuela and myself from behind until both women came together screaming of joy and pleasure in ecstasy.
I had had a late breakfast with Brigitte then we had split up feeling very content with each other. But we had made no promises to meet again. The ship was full of opportunities for both of us.
That evening I was a little early to dinner. I got my table number and stood there waiting for the rest of the guests to arrive. I watched as the restaurant slowly filled up and was amazed how beautiful most of the women looked. They really put a lot of effort into looking their best. It struck me that the more dressed up a woman was the more of her breasts she was supposed to show. There was a very nice array on display.
I was very delighted to find that Diane was sitting to my right. When she arrived she took my breath away. She looked stunning in a low cut evening dress that clung to her nice body. I thanked her for the wonderful party the other night making sure to do it quietly though. She looked very pleased. It became a very pleasant dinner. Diane hosted the table and engaged everyone in the conversation. To my left sat an ordinary looking woman, rather quiet to start with but loosening up. The excellent food and good wine helped. She told that she was English and on her first trip abroad.
After dessert big sliding doors were opened to a dancing floor under the stars. I took Diane to dance. She came willingly into my arms. She danced excellently having no problem following me. She felt great in my arms. But I also got a déjà vu feeling. It was like I knew her. She followed me easily and I knew how she would do it when I made some wider turns. Suddenly it dawned upon me.
"It was you, wasn't it? At the party. My partner on stage. The mysterious woman with an unreadable name tag?" I asked. Diane stiffened and pulled back a little.
"What makes you think that?" She asked calmly. She hadn't denied it so I was probably right, I thought.
"Oh, a lot of things. The way you feel in my arms, the way you move, your lovely fragrance, something in your voice, a strong feeling. It was lovely what you did. I hope you liked it as well?"
"Well, no chance to deny it then. And why should I? Yes, I liked it very much, oh my goodness I really did. For once it was something unplanned, an impulse which doesn't happen very often to me," she said and giggled. She was quiet for a little while then put her mouth close to my ear. "The evening had made me very horny you see. I discovered that standing on stage stark naked was a great turn on. And I hadn't had a man for quite some time. I can't fuck with anyone from the staff, company rules are very strict. So when Linda suggested the winding up show I saw my chance. April had spotted you already when you fucked the first two women and had told me for fun. She followed your scoring with all the women during the evening and kept me posted. The rest you know."
Diane's body softened and she melted into my arms. We danced in silence for a while enjoying each other. Suddenly she broke into laughter.
"Oh goodness gracious me, what a lovely time I got on stage with you. I have never before come like that, only read about it. So utterly lovely." She clung to me even closer.
When the tune ended a young woman stood beside us. She was dancing with her father. Diane turned to her.
"I haven't forgotten. I will come back to you tomorrow," she said but I felt that she wasn't really at ease.
"What was that?" I asked when the music came on.
"Oh, part of my job," Diane said. "There are a few young women who are disappointed with the activities. The basic problem is that there are no suitable young men on board. The girls are already bored. I have something in store but it will take a day or two more before it's ready. You don't happen to have any good ideas?"
"Well, I don't know really, but maybe. Last night I met Brigitte, perhaps you know her, and she claimed that French women are the best . . ."
"Oh yes, I know her. So it was the two of you who fucked Manuela's brains out, Manuela, the cabin maid. She came straight to me telling what you had done to her," Diane broke in, looking sternly at me.
"Did she? Well, she didn't seem to complain, she was very active taking initiatives," I said defensively.
"Oh, who said something about complaints? Manuela didn't complain, on the contrary, she was very content. She came to me to report just as all staff does when something out of the normal happens." Diane giggled.
"Oh well, I am very happy that she was pleased," I said relieved. "Well, if you are looking for recruits to your shows I think she is a good candidate. Have you noticed her body? Very sexy, and she seems to be totally uninhibited."
"Oh, that might be something to consider. We need new performers all the time. The audience likes change. And we also have the late night adult bar to staff," Diane said, again relaxed in my arms. "Well, what was it Brigitte said about French women being the best? By the way, how come that you were in her cabin in early morning, I just would like to know."
"Well, I can't tell, can I? But I am sure you know because April brought me the invitation. It must have passed your desk." I looked at her mocking face. "Brigitte said that French women are the best when it comes to the carnal pleasures. Perhaps not the plain sex but the more refined things like finesse and sophistication and how to treat a man. I know nothing about French women in general but that Brigitte is knowledgeable I can assure you. Well, I thought that maybe she could teach these young women a thing or two. Giving some lectures perhaps?"
"Oh my goodness. You are a Raviallac, aren't you?" Diane said laughing out and pushed my head down. My face landed against the soft pushed up slopes of her breasts and my nose in her deep cleavage. I tilted my head a little and my tongue reached her nipple. Diane laughed throatily and pulled away. "Yes, I have no doubt that you know all about her talents in that area. I don't think she invited you to her cabin just to sleep having ordered an expensive bottle of champagne as well. Well, that idea is worth working on. Thank you."
We danced for a while more. When it was time to go back to the table she asked for another dance looking thoughtful.
"You know, there were reasons why I seated you beside me at dinner. Firstly I wanted to get to know you a little more. So far we only know each other intimately," she said giggling. "Well, the second reason is that I want to ask you a favor." She made a pause, collecting her thoughts. "What do you think about Shirley, the lady seated to your left?"
To be honest I hadn't thought much about that lady. Diane had got most of my attention except of course for the formal pleasantries and toasts.
I thought quickly.
"Oh, I don't know her much but she seems to be pleasant enough. The cool English type though, somewhat naïve and rather shy I would say, not the partying type. Around thirty perhaps. Ordinary looks but there might be a nice body under that shapeless dress she is wearing. Why do you ask?"
"Well, you see, she came to me this morning and said that she had joined this cruise because she wanted to meet men for a bit of a fling as she put it. She said she wanted help because she didn't know how to make contact. Could I please give her some advice or maybe arrange a date for her? She sounded very innocent and inexperienced. Naïve too as you said. So that's why I seated her to your left. Would you be so kind and take care of her tonight? Dance with her, flirt with her, make her feel like a woman. Please. I will owe you one if you do it right."
"Well, how could I say no when you ask so kindly. I am looking forward to the reward," I said. Diane laughed throatily and again pulled my nose down into her cleavage. We were in a dark corner and I stayed with my face against her breasts nibbling on a nipple for quite some time.
"Settled then. Now let's go back to the table and I will leave you," she said and steered us back inside. "Oh by the way, she might be a virgin although she is in her early thirties so be careful," she whispered in my ear and kissed my cheek when we were close to the table. There was no time to ask what she meant by that.
Shirley looked anxiously at us when we sat down at the table. Diane smiled reassuringly at her which made her tense and her cheeks to flush. I asked her to dance which she was very happy to accept.
She was too tense to be a good dancer, tried to anticipate my moves instead of trying to feel them. But it got better as she relaxed more and more. After the first round of dances I asked if we should stay on. She just nodded, looking happy.
Shirley relaxed even more and gradually allowed me to hold her closer. My hunch had been right. Under the dress was a nice body. Already in the first dance I had felt ample breasts against my chest. Now when I held her close I discovered a narrow waist and a nicely rounded belly. Deliberately I let my hand slide down and felt a round ass cheek. She laughed throatily in my ear when she took my hand and put it back at her waist. But she had let it rest on her ass for a short while. She came even closer in my arms after that.
After the second round of dances I asked if she wanted to continue the evening in the upper deck bar. She looked bewildered at me.
"Is that necessary? Can't we go directly to my cabin? I have booze there if you need a drink. You are the date Diane promised me, aren't you?" She said, looking serious. Then her face lit up. "This is what I have been longing for. Come." She pulled my arm around her waist while we walked through the dining room to the stairs. She looked proud.
Shirley let me into her cabin. She looked a bit surprised that the room was dimly lit by a few small lamps and blushed when she saw that the bed was made up for the night -- on both sides. She discovered a bucket with fresh ice and a bottle of champagne, not the most expensive but a good one I noticed.
"How nice of her," she said blushing even more and showed me a card. 'With compliments from Diane. Have a nice evening' it read. There were two glasses on the tray.
I opened the bottle and took the filled glasses out on the balcony.
