I had had a very interesting and lovely night with Shirley, the shy English lady who had turned out to be a virgin although already in her thirties. Diane, the cruise line's manager for customer entertainments, had practically asked me to pop the cherry.
I met Diane at lunch the following day.
"Well, how did it go with Shirley," Diane asked innocently.
"Oh, all right. She is very shy and inexperienced with men as you said. But we had a good time I think," I said politely, unsure of how much decency allowed me to tell her.
"Oh come on. I know everything that happened," she said giggling. "At last the old filly is broken in and it was very thoroughly done, exceeding my most sanguine expectations. . . . Shirley's words, mind you. A tough job to deflower her I understand." Diane stopped and laughed out when she saw my astonished face. "Oh, but she has told me everything. She came running in mid-morning bubbling of joy and telling everything. I couldn't stop her. Not that I wanted too. Quite a juicy story she told me. You really have made her like sex. She has asked for a new date already this evening. Well, now I expect her to solve some problems for me. There are some equally shy men who want to date a woman. I am convinced she will drag them into her cabin as swiftly as she did with you. But I start to feel like a pimp or a Madame of the house." She giggled heavily and hugged me before she left. After lunch I went to my cabin to take a nap.
My cabin was on an upper deck with a small private balcony on the outside. I stripped to my shorts and went out. But I stopped just outside the sliding door.
On the next balcony a woman was sunbathing. Nothing special about that, it was what most people did after lunch. But two things were not that normal.
The first thing was that there was no dividing canvas. The cabins on my deck, I had learnt, were flexible giving the opportunity to link them in pairs with an inner door and only a canvas divider on the balcony that could be folded away. Today the canvas was pushed open. I wasn't sure if it had been all the time. I hadn't spent much time out there the days before
The second thing was that the woman was in the nude lying on her back in a lounge chair. A slender woman with ample breasts and long legs topped by a formidable pubic bush. She had a very nice all over tan telling that she often was sunbathing in the nude.
"Hi there," the woman said. I looked back at her and saw that she had covered herself. Well, she had put one hand over her pubic bush and an arm over her breasts but not in panic or fear. They just graciously rested there, not covering much.
"Hi, I am Erika," she said smilingly.
"Oh, hi, I am Tom," I said hurriedly not knowing where to look. "Sorry that I disturbed you but of course I didn't know. Shall I pull out the canvas?"
"Yes, that's appropriate, don't you think? And necessary . . . but of course only if you want your privacy. The balcony gets so small when you do and the canvas takes some of the sun away. If you don't mind me being in the nude I rather like the canvas to be folded away," Erika said and took her hand and arm away placing them at her sides. She looked at me smiling sweetly. She talked good English but with a clear German accent.
"No, of course not. Well, no canvas then," I said and sat down on my chair being very aware of that she was only a couple of yards away.
"Excellent, that's settled then," she said and closed her eyes. "Oh, by the way, I won't take offence if you get in the buff too. That's what these private balconies are for, aren't they?" She didn't look at me and said no more, just lay back enjoying the sun.
I like sunbathing in the nude. So what the hell I thought. She had said it was all right so why not. I took my shorts off and lay down on my chair and started to read a book. As far as I could see she ignored me totally.
After some time I heard her move and looked askance at her. She rose from the chair and took the few steps to lean against the railing. My first impression of a very good looking woman was right and more so. She was a German blonde probably bleached. A slender body with long shapely legs and muscled thighs that ended in a full round ass. Her breasts were high and firm with protruding nipples in pink. When she turned to go back to her chair her pubic bush took my breath away. It was light brown, large and thick but well trimmed just the way I like. She moved back to her chair on tip toe just as she was on high heels. She looked stunning.
She didn't look at me, just ignored me and lay down on the chair. This time she lay on her stomach. I kept on reading for a while then got sleepy and put the book down. I was soon slumbering.
I dreamt about the fantastic get together party the other night. It still amazed me that the inhibitions we all have had disappeared so completely in the darkness. I dreamt about the charms that the ladies so willingly let me savor in full. In my dream the twins came and wanted to fuck. They got me hard and one of them entered me and joyfully rode me. As happens in dreams there was a jump and I was suddenly somewhere else with another woman that worked on my cock to get me hard.
I woke up slowly still having the nice feeling of being caressed by soft female hands. When I opened my eyes I saw my cabin neighbor kneeling at my side with her hands on my cock.
"Oh, hi, you had a nice dream, hadn't you?" she said smilingly. "Well, I saw your . . . eh, that thing rise and then get limp again. And . . . well, I know how important it is for a man to keep his erection so . . . well, I decided to help you get the hardness back so you could fulfill what you no doubt had started in your dream. May I?" She looked at me, smiled again and lowered her head over my cock. In the next moment she had taken my semi erect cock into her mouth closing her lips just below the head, sucking and licking it.
She was very good at giving head and got me hard in no time. She let go of my cock and looked at me.
