"What the hell, it's still early," Tom said, as he followed the three of them to the Disco.
At twenty seven, on his first cruise, he had made friends with Mona and Casey, both in their forties and on vacation.
Tom was on what was to be his honeymoon, but she dumped him, and he couldn't get his money back, so he decided to take it alone.
Casey was the outgoing one, never flustered or unsure about her sexuality which ran pretty deep. On that first night, she had gotten Tom alone in the Viking Lounge, a circular bar which happened to be closed when they got there. No matter! Casey had let Tom know she was here for a good time, and went on to prove it by sucking his cock, right there, and had even been caught by another couple looking for their own hiding place.
The second night, Mona had gone through a transformation. Casey had convinced her to do a make-over like on Oprah. Mona went from being Olive Oyl to Jessica Rabbit, with Casey's and Vodka Martini's help.
Casey had made a point of leaving them together, Tom and Mona, after she saw the attraction. After a false start with a married man, she was back at the Martini bar with two new friends in tow, both 60 or better, wealthy, based on their appearance, and both looking for fun.
After finding Tom alone, and establishing her roomie was in fact back in her cabin sleeping it off, she had led her entourage to the Disco, which now had only adults, all the kids in bed.
Ruby and Candy, the two new women, could have been sisters, and maybe they were. Ruby had red hair, as her name would imply and Candy was blond. Both had work done, but not radical surgery, a nip here, a tuck there, and they wore their skirts short and their heels high.
Tom was enjoying the attention, even though the two new ones were thirty years older than he, and Casey was about twenty.
He had already had a sample of Casey with the BJ and would not be averse to trying her on again.
The music pulsated and the "girls" were out there, shaking their things, almost showing off for Tom. Casey and Candy danced with guys in their fifties, who were obviously on the make. This left Ruby pressed together with Tom.
"So," she almost shouted over the noise. "How close are you and Casey?"
"We just met yesterday," he replied.
"Really?" She eyed him suspiciously. "You two seemed pretty friendly."
"Yes, she's a very friendly person, as you can see."
She was pressed against him, her cologne filling his nostrils. It wasn't cheap, but it was a little too much for him. "So, she wouldn't be jealous?"
"Of what?"
Her hand felt his front panel of his cargo shorts. "Of if I tried to steal you away?"
He felt her closeness and scent had already caused the wanted response. His cock was throbbing again, now over an hour after Mona, fully recovered. She found his cock and whispered, "Your very attractive, Tom, do you have a big cock?"
He laughed, feeling it grow in her hand. "You sure aren't shy!"
"Baby, I'm here for a good time. If you can't handle the age difference, that's your problem. Just say so, and I'll be gone, but judging from how your cock is responding, I think I have your attention." She was stroking it now, and he thought she may fall to her knees right there.
"What about Candy?"
"She's a big girl, she can find her own man!"
"Where to?"
"Our suite, baby, in ten minutes." She gave him to cabin number, said goodnight to the others and was gone.
Fuck, man, what kind of cruise is this? he wondered. He gave her a head start, then started mentioning how tired he was from the long day.
Candy said, "Bye, Honey," and went back to dancing.
Casey smiled that knowing smile he had come to recognize. "You only go around once, Baby, have all the fun you can!"
She put her arms around his neck and they kissed, her tongue darting out, seeking his.
After a minute, she broke and said, "Before this cruise is over, save one more dance for me, Baby! You owe me big time!"
She went back to dancing and he finished his drink. He did owe her, for the bj, for fucking Mona, and now for introducing Ruby. And he would give her a great big fuck for it!
He found his way to the rear of the ship, the last cabin door. He knocked and she opened immediately.
"I was hoping I hadn't scared you away!"
"I don't scare that easily."
She had called for room service, they had delivered a Champagne bucket full of his brand beer along with another with champagne for her. They were in the common area of a two-bedroom suite, major bucks! Probably over ten grand for the week. It led to a large balcony that peered off the back of the ship.
She had changed, was wearing a black sheer robe over an equally sheer night gown that oozed of money. Black three inch pumps made her as tall as he. She held her chest out proudly and he wondered how they felt. The robe lay open, and the neckline went almost to her navel. Tom didn't care how old she was, she was hot and she knew it.
"So, what do you think?" she asked.
"Nice room?"
"You know that's not what I meant."
