Prologue:
Once again I like to remind everyone this is a continuous story presented in multiple parts so I recommend reading at least the preceding chapter (or part). As I explained before, each chapter usually starts where the last left off, but minus any background. Which the lack of could make the narrative difficult to follow, or understand.
As always, comments are welcome as long as they are constructive.
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What seemed to become a regular routine, we found ourselves rushing again to be on time for dinner.
After a quick shower I fixed my hair and applied what little makeup I use before deciding what to wear. Since the recommended attire was "smart-casual" I picked out a black cocktail dress. It was relatively short, stopping just above the knees. The bottom was slightly flared with multiple layers of thin material. The top was clingy with a deep plunging V-shaped neckline down almost to my navel. My sides were bare as well as my back down to just above my sacral crest.
As I was inspecting myself in the mirror the phone rang. It was Elaine. She was whispering so I assumed she didn't want Ron to hear her..."Don't wear any under garments. Bra or panty. I'll explain later."
Then she hung up.
A bra was already out of the question with the dress I was wearing, but I had planned to wear smoky black thigh highs and matching sheer bikini panty. Elaine didn't give me an opportunity to object, or at least ask why no under garments, so I had little choice but to go along with her request. Since she didn't mention anything about hosiery all I would be wearing was the dress and stockings. Plus accessories of course, which would be 3 inch black high heels and a faux pearl necklace with matching ear rings. Finishing touch was Opium perfume by Yves Saint Laurent. Of which I even applied a spritz or two on my pubic mound.
The phone rang again and it was Ron asking if we were ready, and if so to meet them at the elevator. Which we did and rode down to the dining room deck.
Elaine also had on a short "cocktail" dress, but it was bright red. Very eye-catching and she'd easily stand out a mile away. Simply put, she looked stunning in it.
It also had both a plunging neckline and open back, but the neckline didn't go as low nor was it as open as mine. Big busted as she is it would be impossible for her to wear the same dress. Otherwise she'd spend most of her time being careful how she turned, twisted or bent over so her boobs wouldn't fall out.
Walter and Ron wore sports jackets with long sleeve dress shirts and slacks, but no ties. They both looked exceptionally handsome dressed up for the first time on the cruise.
Dinner was excellent as usual, as well as the company. After what took place earlier had us all in a high state of arousal during the meal...and it showed. More so for yours truly since I was the only one that didn't orgasm.
All during dinner neither Walter or Ron could keep their eyes off our cleavage. I'm surprised they didn't poke their eyes out with a fork since they were constantly staring at our breasts...or what you could see of them. Which was a lot. No doubt both had a hard-on all during the meal.
Just before after dinner drinks and dessert Elaine and I made a trip to the restroom. Once there I inquired about why no under garments. She explained she wanted to give both Walter and Ron a thrill once they found out we weren't wearing under pants.
"And when do you expect them to discover that? Surely not at the dinner table."
"No, not in the dining room silly, but in one of the lounges after dinner. Unless I'm wrong they will get frisky for sure when we have more privacy and then develop a case of "roaming hands". When in the lounge, make sure you sit next to Ron while I sit with Walter."
When done with after dinner drinks Elaine suggested we relocate to one of the many onboard lounges for another round and some light conversation.
We found a small lounge with only a few other passengers and took a table as far from the bar as possible since most of the people in the lounge were seated at it. And as planned, Elaine sat next to Walter and I with Ron.
The lighting was very low. Almost too dark where seated. Once the waitress served our drinks, and Elaine was comfortable no one could overhear us, she asked if there were any misgivings about what took place earlier.
As expected there wasn't except for yours truly, but only because I botched things when Ron cummed in my mouth.
Everyone laughed when I mentioned it, but Ron was kind enough to say..."You did just fine Lacey. Seriously. I can't begin to tell you how much I enjoyed your cock sucking skills."
"Same goes for me Elaine. You were truly terrific."
"Thank you Walter. And so you'll know I can't begin to tell you how much I enjoyed sucking that long dick of yours, and how Ron enjoyed watching. As long as it is, I'm looking forward to taking it anally to fulfill Ron's other fantasy."
Walter's face lit up like a beacon when he heard that.
Next thing I knew, and without any encouragement, Ron put his hand on my knee. Then ever so slowly moved it up to my thigh, which he began to rub ever so softly. Elaine couldn't have been more right about them developing "roaming hands".
From the look on Elaine's face it was easy to surmise Walter was already feeling her leg(s). Only difference, he was way ahead of Ron and discovered she wasn't wearing a panty before Ron realized I wasn't.
When Ron did I heard him take a deep breath. Then he exhaled slowly. As he did I parted my legs so he could have better access to things.
