The New Friend
"Last chance, have we got everything?" John said holding the front door ajar.
"I think so love, if we've forgotten anything, we can buy it on the boat."
They climbed into the taxi for the short drive to the port. This was the couple's second cruise. It wasn't really John's cup of tea, but he conceded Mary had gone without so many holidays when he'd been in the army that he could grin and bare it for her.
They got to their cabin and started unpacking. John looked across and saw Mary with a handful of sexy underwear.
"Have you brought the tablets?" He asked.
"I might have." She said with a sly smile.
The first few days at sea were uneventful. The closer they got to the equator though, the more time they spent on the sun deck. You had to get there early though as there wasn't enough sun beds for the demand. It was on the third day that they saw her. John looked up from his note pad. He reckoned she was perhaps early twenties, very curvy and very black. He watched her as she looked in vain for an empty bed. It was on her second circuit that John got up;
"Hi there."
"Oh, hello." She said with a smile.
"I couldn't help noticing you're after a sun bed."
"Yes, I was told there would be plenty." She said looking around.
"This is what we're going to do; we'll hot bed if you pardon the expression. I'm going for a swim, so have mine and I'm sure my wife will have a swim at some point."
"Are you sure? That's so kind."
"John." He said holding out his hand.
"Grace." She said shaking his hand.
"That's Mary"
"Hi there." Mary said shielding her eyes from the sun as she looked up.
John then walked off towards the pool. Grace lay her towel down and undid her sarong. Mary couldn't help looking up from her book and study the young woman's figure.
"Thanks so much for this. Your man is a star." Grace said getting comfortable.
"I'm very keen on him."
"What's he working on?" Grace asked.
"I'm sorry?" Mary said a little confused.
"I noticed he was jotting things down on his pad."
"Oh, he's a writer. I made him leave his laptop and phone at home this time, so I can actually spend some time with him. He likes the notepad, it's like a safety blanket for him - just encase he gets a sudden burst of inspiration."
"I see. What does he write? I love a bit of cosy crime myself." She said waving a paperback.
"You'll have to ask him that question yourself."
Grace thought that was a slightly odd thing to say and decided she'd probably better leave the woman in piece. A half hour later John walked towards them dripping all the way.
Grace made to get up;
"It's alright dear; you stay there, I'm going to go for a dip." Mary said.
And with that she squeezed her husbands hand and walked off.
"What's the water like?" Grace asked looking up.
"Wet."
Grace threw her book at him, then quickly realised what she'd done.
"I'm god I'm so sorry." She said holding a hand over her mouth.
John just laughed.
"I asked for that. The water is actually not too bad. I would definitely recommend it."
As John started drying himself off Grace spoke up.
"What do you write John?"
"Oh, short stories mostly." He said without looking at her.
"Nice, any genre in particular?"
John stayed silent and carried on drying himself.
"Is it a secret?" Grace said teasing him.
"It is a secret, yes." He replied.
Grace didn't know quite what to say to that, but things started clicking over in her head.
"Would you consider telling me the secret? I am a big girl."
John had a quick look around to make sure he wouldn't be overheard.
"Adult fiction."
"My, my." Grace said and lay back on her sun bed deep in thought.
"Yes, I find it's either a conversation starter or breaker."
Grace turned on her side and faced him.
"Are they racy?"
"Err, yes, that's one way to describe them." John replied trying not to laugh.
"Could I read one?"
"Sure, it's not everyone's bag though, so please don't judge me too harshly."
He then scribbled down something on his pad ripped off the page and passed it to her.
"Probably best not to read anything whilst here." He said quietly.
"Ok." She replied as she then keyed in the words to her Smartphone.
John knew full well she wouldn't be able to resist having a look. He then pulled down his cap as if to have a doze. Five minutes later he became aware of her fidgeting around. He smiled as he thought (and hoped) about what was happening to her body a few inches away from his. Five minutes later she quietly got up from her bed and left.
"What have you done with her?" Mary said walking back to him.
"I don't know; had a funny turn I reckon."
"You shouldn't tease young ladies you bad man." She said wrapping a towel around herself.
"I like to think I'm providing a service." He said with a smile.
Thirty minutes later Grace appeared around the corner. John stood up and walked towards the pool before she reached them.
"Is everything alright dear?" Mary enquired.
"Yes, thanks." She said as she sat back down. She then stared into the distance.
"Are you sure you are ok?"
"Your husband is a legend." Grace said looking at her now.
"I think so too. His stories don't really do anything for me, but I can see why many people enjoy them."
Grace lay back on the sun bed.
"You wouldn't do me a favour would you?" Mary said.
Grace sat back up.
"Name it."
"Would you be so kind as to tell him you've enjoyed his writing? It will give him such a boost, and may well ensure I'm on a promise this evening."
"I would be happy to." She replied with a wink.
Grace then got up and made her way to the pool. She soon spotted him leant up against the side. She made her way over and sat down beside him with her legs in the pool.
"You're quite a writer John."
"Oh, I don't know about that."
"Honestly, I can't remember the last time I came twice in one day."
"You don't know how good that feels. I love my wife dearly but to know I've helped to bring another woman to orgasm is a real kick."
"Some of the things you write about, the language - you're a really kinky chap."
John laughed.
