This is a work of fiction. There are no STDs, no legal ramifications, underage, or violence. It's fiction, sit back, enjoy, and just smell the roses.
Chapter One - A Lusty Cruise for Lacey
The line of cruising guests moved rather quickly as I boarded for a life-altering cruise, a cruise for those adults over 18 exclusively. No teens, tweens, kids, or babies were screaming on this cruise ship. The cruise was to several lesser-known islands in the Caribbean, with the typical shore excursions. However, the ship was clothing-optional for the guests except for food service areas, requiring some robe or cover-up.
My luggage was not in my room, so I headed to the bar near the boarding area in my board/ski shorts and islands t-shirt,z a camera with a zoom lens, and a notepad. I reviewed the shots I took in the pre-boarding area of several prospective ladies, all close to my age, no under fifty gals for me on this trip.
Two of my hopefuls were seated in different areas of the lounge, so I strolled around, got a couple more shots, surreptitiously, and noted their names from their name badges. Both were dressed in comfortable travel attire and were sexy-looking women.
My club soda with a twist of lime sat on the round bar table in front of me as I continued reviewing my photos of the four ladies I was interested in meeting. One of them came through the bar and went outside, entering the smoking lounge on the deck; well, she is off my list now. The other two were sitting in the bar area, one directly in front of me, at another table, and turned slightly sideways to me. The second further to the side and with her back to me. A few more photos of the one in front of me.
I rose from my table, leaving my notepad and drink, heading to the bar for some peanuts or snacks. Passing the woman, I glanced at her name tag, checking Lacey printed on it. I collected my snack and returned, catching her eyes and receiving a cute grin on her face as I passed.
I ambled over to my table, gathered my notes and drink, turned, and returned to Lacey's table.
"Could I join you? I guess you are waiting for your luggage to be dropped in your cabin, like me," I asked politely, gazing at her name tag hanging directly and conveniently between her prominent breasts.
"Oh, please do. I am a first-time cruiser here and unsure what to do," she replied softly, still smiling.
"I am too, well, on this cruise line," I commented as I leaned forward, offering to shake her hand. She responded, putting her hand out to me. I took her hand gently in mine, shaking it twice but holding on to her small hand warmly. As she sat leaning forward, her blouse fell open enough for me to have a little peak at a lovely set of boobs, nicely shaped, jiggly, and at least a 'D' cup.
She looked down because of my staring noticeably at her stunning cleavage. She did not act like the shamed woman but leaned over more, smiled, slowly let my hand go, and straightened up in her chair.
"Would you care to share a small tray of appetizers?" She asked in a breathy tone as the bar waiter approached. "I have a special 'arrive on board' coupon for a snack tray."
"Sounds wonderful," I answered as I sat next to her rather than across the table, as this would allow some extra hand and arm robotics to test her openness to a bit of touchy-feely fun.
We chatted politely for the next thirty minutes, discussing our life and the loss of our spouses, then kids, grandkids, and everyday things. Plus, allowing me to watch her allow her breasts to shake and jiggle in a bra attempting to hols them up yet give an enticing view. That was until the ship's purser came over the music system and announced that the luggage was delivered to all cabins, and the cruisers could go to their cabins.
As we rose from our chairs, I noticed a mid-forties couple over in a slightly secluded corner; she was on his lap, her back to him, legs spread wide, unquestionably riding his cock.
I slid next to Lacey, my arm slid around her waist, and we walked toward the couple screwing.
"Now that is a position I have never tried," she commented, then looking my way and smiling. As we moved passed the couple heavily engaged in themselves, I dropped my hand onto Lacey's curvy ass cheek and gently squeezed.
"Your deck, my love?" I asked as we entered the elevator, my hand sliding onto the side of her ass as the door closed.
Lacey then turned toward me, my right hand sliding back across her left cheek, my right hand firmly groping her left ass cheek. She pressed herself against me and placed her hands on my shoulders.
"Deck four, honey. On previous cruises my hubby and I took, he would consistently help unpack my things. I think you will enjoy helping me unpack," Lacey commented in a breathy and suggestive tone.
I pulled her against my tummy, knowing my cock was trying to grow. Smiling like a young male teen, I moved my right hand from her firm ass, slid it forward, and gently cupped her left tit, carefully squeezing the pliant flesh.
"Lacey, my dear, I will be more than happy to help you unpack your luggage. However, I may not be like a young teen and be able to totally rise to the occasion," I leaned forward, my mouth met hers, and we enjoyed a wet kiss for a moment.
"But, I am very experienced in other means of making a horny female happy," slipping my hand across to caress her right breast.
