The warm golden sun bounced off the water, and then reflected off a pristine white lifeboat into a large suite on the deck of the cruise ship, there it teased at the eyelids of a beautiful older woman. The light disturbed her dreams and slowly she opened her eyes to a new day.
She stretched, yawned and reached for the clock. Too early for exercise and besides she was on vacation. She checked her schedule it was even to early for breakfast on deck. She turned over and tossed a pillow. There had to be something to do. Once MaryAnn was awake, she could never get back to sleep.
She smiled. You could always eat on a cruise ship. She reached for the telephone, ordering room service like a lady born to such luxuries. "Please bring me a full pot of Colombian coffee, no cream, yogurt with fresh strawberries, and fresh squeezed orange juice. I may be in the shower so just knock and then leave it." Since they told her it would be about twenty minutes, she stood and headed for the bathroom. Time for a shower.
Dripping wet from her shower, she had just starting to towel herself dry, when she turned at the sound of a discreet cough. There stood her room service waiter with the breakfast cart.
She laughed, " I forgot you were coming."
She wrapped the towel around herself, and reached to sign the room check adding a generous tip to the bottom.
Jorge Svenson, who had been working the line for over thirty years, was filling in this morning only because three of his service clerks and his morning manager were ill from some kind of virus. He thanked her and then did something totally out of character for him.
"Madam, My name is Jorge and I run the Room Services Division on this ship. I am only helping with deliveries today due to illness. A regular Supervisor will relieve me in twenty minutes. We will be docking in Port Belle, around eleven this morning, might I show you the town?"
He felt himself growing red at the audacity of his request. He was not nor had he ever been one of the boat gigolos. This beautiful woman who seemed totally unaware of the fact her towel had slipped and she was showing him a large portion of her gorgeous well developed charms, had somehow called out to his heart. He wanted to get to know her better. He felt his mouth water at the idea of tasting her charms.
She nodded her agreement, and shyly asked, "What time should I be ready?" He walked around the cart, took her hands turned them over and kissed both wrists at their pulse points.
"Ten Thirty would be fine, lovely lady and while I admire high heels please wear comfortable shoes the town is very hilly."
He poured her coffee, and with a deep bow retreated from the suite.
Mary Ann Michealson, sat down hard on her bed, allowing the towel to slip onto the floor.
Well lady, it looks like for the first time in twenty years you have a date. Susan, her only child if she were here would giggle and say, "Mom, you got yourself a hunk."
She ran her hands lightly over her body. She had been so embarrassed when her towel dropped and her breasts had been visible. Now remembering the flash of lust in his eyes maybe she did still have it, as her daughter had told her many times in the last months.
She chuckled softly, maybe it had been an accident, when the towel dropped or maybe her body knew what her mind hadn't figured out. It was time to move on down the road.
She had almost taken the money instead when she won this cruise. Coming at the end of the divorce and all the pain, she thought a cruise was the last thing she needed. Now with the day fresh and bright, a man who had looked at her like she was desirable, and two whole weeks to be whatever she wanted maybe it was the best thing she had ever done for herself.
She knew that something had to change. Mary Ann had always been the perfect daughter, and then the perfect wife and the perfect mother. She knew that should someone call her Law Office, the partners would say she was the perfect partner. She didn't want to be perfect anymore she just wanted to be.
She reached for her brush and started to detangle her wild Irish curly hair inspecting it for gray and humming happily when she couldn't find even one hair. She sipped at her coffee and wondered what to wear.
At fifty, MaryAnn had matured well. She had full luscious curves, long tanned well-muscled legs, and full womanly breasts. She began to think about what she should wear for her tour of the town.
All her married life because her ex-husband Bill felt a married woman did not need to be dressed up like a show pony, she had worn plain white cotton undergarments and sedate conservative clothes. Never again would she wear such stuff. Now only silk, lace, and beautiful would adorn this body.
She had met the tart; he lived with now at the hearing on their divorce. The tart was three years younger than their own daughter was. She wore her skirts up to her arse, and the bra visible through her sheer lace blouse was certainly not serviceable. He had called her Tulip. A name she considered worthy of a harlot.
She bite into a strawberry so hard she hurt her tongue and hollered out in pain.
There was a discreet knock, she hurriedly put on a wrapper and answered to find Jorge there with a small basket of flowers.
"It's a thank you for agreeing to go out with me this morning. Enjoy." Again he reached and kissed the inside of her wrist. He was gone before she could say a word.
