Karen and Dan are off to get married, on a cruise.
This one is a little longer than my average chapter, but there's just so much to do on a ship. So many opportunities for fun.
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I knew there had to be some good that would arise from the recently soft economy. It just took a while to find it.
Cruises were taking a beating, and several of the major lines were running specials, including extra perks for last minute bookings. Extra perks were always welcome, and we took advantage of everything we could get. You'd be surprised just how compliant people become when you tell them you want to get married.
I had been on cruises before. The ship is half the fun, and this one was going to be a ball. One of the biggest on the planet, it had all the usual accouterments, such as food, food, food, food, booze and gambling. It also had a zip line, climbing wall, ice rink, theatres, about half a dozen pools, and various other things you wouldn't expect to see on the high seas.
We booked the best room available, an outside suite with a balcony, and were looking forward to a relaxing time in the luxurious surroundings. The whole Belinda situation had taken a toll on both of us, and even though it had worked out fine in the end, we needed the time away to repair the damage.
Still, it had brought us closer together, and inspired Karen to suggest we get married. Sometimes the best outcomes are purely accidental.
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On the day of our departure, we loaded our luggage into a taxi, and headed to the port. We had arrived the day before after a pleasant flight, and spent the evening enjoying each other in the hotel room.
The check-in process was extensive, but had been streamlined in the last few years. We were among the earliest to embark, so perhaps that played a role in the pleasant surprise that greeted us.
We handed our documents to the pretty black girl behind the counter, and she scanned our passports into her terminal. A pause, while she checked the information against the reservation, and she smiled brighter.
"Getting married, I see?" she asked, her Caribbean accent showing.
"Yes," Karen replied, taking my arm and pressing her breasts around it.
"Well, I may have an early present for you," the girl, whose name tag read 'Lydia' said melodically. Her fingers pecked at the keyboard, then the mouse was clicked a few times. More keystrokes, then her smile really lit up. "Yes I do. I'm going to upgrade your cabin. On behalf of the Company and myself... Congratulations!"
With that, Lydia handed us our package of information, and our key cards. She explained how we were to swipe our cards whenever we went aboard, and again when we went ashore... "If you actually make it out of your room," she added with a wink.
"Oooooooooo, honey," Karen giggled, "you're a girl after my own heart! I suppose we might find some time in our busy schedule."
Off we went, weaving up the gangplank, and into the ship, where we swiped our cards for the first time. Hospitality staff members were on hand to direct us, and a steward smiled when he saw our room number.
"Oh, I think you're going to enjoy your cabin," he nodded. "Head aft, through the Promenade, to the aft elevator, and up to Deck 17. Thank you for cruising with us."
I had been on cruise ships before. So had Karen.
Never had either of us seen such a place.
First of all, the ship was absolutely huge. The space he mentioned... The Promenade?... basically a mall at sea, with shops and restaurants on both sides, and a high ceiling more at home in a Vegas hotel than on a ship. Since we were in no real hurry, we did a little window shopping along the way, until we finally came across the elevators as directed.
A short ride later, we stepped out onto deck 17. In the usual way, we turned the wrong direction out of the elevator. It didn't matter though; this deck was small, and laid out in a loop. We stopped in front of 1740, like two kids on Christmas morning, anxious to see our surprise. I swiped the key, and the little light went green, allowing us in.
If I thought the Promenade was impressive, well, I hadn't seen anything yet.
"Oh my god," Karen smiled. "Really? This is ours? Holy shit! We've got a balcony!" she gasped, and dashed out to the small platform.
I paused. There was something not right about the windows. They were so... tall. So was the ceiling. I turned.
"Um, honey," I babbled, "we've got more than just a balcony. We've got a second level!"
"What?" she asked, stepping back inside. "I didn't hear y..." Her mouth hung open, as she looked up at the bedroom and bath, situated in a loft above the main level. "Holy shit! I've had apartments that weren't this big, and nowhere near as nice!" She raced up the stairs, her breasts bouncing crazily, and jumped up and down. "This is incredible!"
"That's an understatement," I laughed, joining her upstairs. "If this is what we get for getting married, we're going to have to do it every vacation."
Karen laughed, and sat on the edge of the king-sized bed.
"Um, baby? What should we do now?" she asked, her voice playful. "We could go explore the ship, or go have lunch, or..."
Clothing began to fly within seconds, as we decided option 'C' sounded like fun. Karen was naked first, and on her knees, waiting impatiently for me to catch up. As soon as I managed to drop my pants, she yanked my underwear down, and gobbled my dick. I wasn't hard yet, but she would certainly take care of that.
I was still standing, watching her beautiful red hair as she bobbed her head, sucking greedily. Her lovely big breasts were swaying in time with her movements, and my cock was responding as desired. Nice and hard now, she added one hand to her preparations, stroking me firmly, while checking herself for adequate moisture with the other hand. Satisfied we were both ready, she scooted up on the bed, laying back and spreading her legs.
"You're ready, I'm ready... Come on baby. Fuck me," she purred, caressing her breasts happily.
I kicked free of the tangle around my ankles, and crawled up between her thighs. She lifted her legs, and opened her arms, welcoming me into her embrace. One hand reached down, and aimed my probe at the target. I felt her sexy, dangling labia surround the head, and pushed home.
"Mmmmm, yes. Stick that big cock in my juicy pussy," she moaned, wrapping her legs and pulling me deeper. "Give me what I need."
I wonder if Lydia had any idea how right she was. We hadn't been on the boat ten minutes, and already we were naked, and fucking each other like rabbits.
