Maddie kissed me at the cabin door. "Maybe I'll see you later?"
I nodded. "It's a small ship. You'd have a hard time avoiding me."
"Oh, Mikey, I'd never do that! Bye, honey!"
Her cabin was right across the hall, and I watched her wink as she closed her door.
Well, I thought, she may have been older, but she was the best lay you've had in months, at least!
The second night of a 3 night cruise was upon us and I showered, wondering if my luck had changed. My almost-ex-girlfriend was back home, having cancelled at the last minute on me, forcing me to travel alone. Maddie and I had literally bumped into each other, and that began a day of romping around my tiny cabin, her tight body obviously augmented but not so drastically that it was blatant.
I sat at my assigned dinner table with seven others, although only six showed up tonight. I found myself seated next to a black woman who had been escorted by an elderly white man the previous night. I was struck by her smooth dark skin, so evenly colored and rich. Her long fingers were well-manicured with brightly colored nails and assorted gold and diamond rings.
I listened in as she explained that "Danny took too much sun and fun, today. Thank you, he'll be fine. I left him comfortable, and he can call room service when he needs it."
Her bright smile shone around the table, and everyone seemed to be so taken by this beauty, myself included. Her deep rich voice exuded sexiness. My eyes followed the natural path down her neckline, into the valley between her breasts, as she breathed. I knew if she leaned forward, I'd be able to see nipple, and wished she would move. She wasn't as old as Maddie, but being so confident and cool, it was hard to determine exactly how old, probably her fifties. Danny would have been about eighty.
At one point, she did reach, passing the butter dish, and the pointy nipple seemed to aim high. Our eyes met and she smiled. "Can I interest you? Butter?"
"Oh, yes, thanks." I took it and passed it on, looking back to see she was still smiling at me. I had been caught, and we both knew it.
Dinner ended and people moved off, leaving the black beauty and me, alone, and I realized I didn't even know her name.
"I'm sorry your friend isn't feeling well," I finally said.
"Oh, my Danny? Yes, he'll be fine. I noticed last night that you were alone. I applaud your courage!"
I explained about the late cancellation and she nodded sympathetically, and patted my hand. The warmth was extraordinary. "Well, it's good that you jump right back into the dating game. Lord knows, I dread the thought of doing that again."
"Oh? Are you and Danny breaking up?" I asked, too hopefully.
She looked down at her drink, stirring it slowly. "Danny is my husband. I know! our ages! But he insisted. It's been three years now, but his health is failing."
I expressed my sadness and she took it in stride, explaining that she had a fashion boutique in LA, and Danny met her at a cocktail party hosted by some director he knew. He wined and dined her, and she finally succumbed to his wishes. She didn't have to say that he was wealthy. That much was obvious.
"And since he turned 87, he's really slowed down," she said.
"Eighty-seven?! I'd sign on for sixty, right now!"
She smiled. "You say that now, but see how you feel when you hit fifty-six! He has led a long, fruitful life, though. I'm his fifth wife, and we are all friends, a tribute to Danny!"
I thought, I'd love to see what the others look like, as the waiters prepared the table for the next seating. Instead, I said, "We should be getting out of their way."
