Life was good I thought to myself as I lay back on my sun lounger and sipped on my third beer of the day. I looked around and took in the view from my cruise ship. We were sailing somewhere in the Caribbean; I was on the pool deck in my swim shorts surrounded by other sunseekers. It was probably the last holiday I was going to have with my mum and dad (yes, they had paid for it) and I was determined to enjoy myself.
In my own mind I was thinking I might even strike it lucky and meet a sexy girl to spend some time with. After all I was a young 21-year-old, not bad looking, was fit and healthy and did ok with women.
As I cast my eye around the deck looking out from behind my sunglasses for sexy young women in bikinis, I realised I might as well have been in heaven. There were women everywhere, all shapes and sizes, some good looking, some not so good looking and most happy to display their bodies in varying sizes of bikinis and swim costumes. 'Yep' I thought to myself, there are worse places to be.
A few good-looking girls in very skimpy bikinis caught my eye and I spent a good few hours just watching and imagining what they would look like without their bikinis.
At that point my mother decided to interrupt my daydreaming and suggested we all went to lunch. I agreed but told her I needed to go and grab a shirt from my cabin so I would see them in the buffet.
As I approached my cabin the next-door cabin door opened. Out stepped a blonde-haired lady and her husband. They both looked and smiled. 'Hi, I'm Donna' the blonde lady said. 'This is my husband, Mike. It looks like we are neighbours. Nice to meet you.' Mike held out his hand and gave me what I would term a pretty weak handshake.
'Hi, I'm Dan' I smiled back. 'Nice to meet you as well'.
The lady was blonde, had a nice figure for her age - I would put her in her sixties. Her face could not hide the signs of aging. There were wrinkles around her eyes, mouth and neck but she was still good looking - she had a level of sophistication and class that meant the signs of aging actually suited her! My first impressions were that she was wearing nice clothes, seemed to look after herself, had nice hair and makeup and obviously took care of her appearance. Her husband on the other hand seemed old, tired and looked like he was going to collapse!
We had some polite small talk before I entered my cabin and grabbed my shirt before heading to lunch.
It was that afternoon that things started to get more interesting. Mum and dad had left the ship on an excursion, and I was back on my sun lounger pretending to read my book but really ogling the bikini clad ladies when I was aware of someone to my left. I looked up and saw Donna smiling down at me.
'Hey Dan - we meet again neighbour' she smiled. 'I see you had the same idea as me - enjoy the sun while you can. Do you mind if I join you? I don't really like sitting on my own and Mike has decided to go ashore and explore'.
'No, be my guest' I replied and pulled one of the loungers over.
Donna sat down and made herself comfortable as she started telling me about her trip so far. We made some really pleasant small talk, and I was enjoying her company. 'I'm going to grab a drink Donna - would you like one?' I suggested. Donna asked for a margarita, and I jumped up heading for the bar.
I decided that rather than going to and from the bar I got us both two drinks each which would last us a little longer and walked back to the loungers. As I approached Donna my eyes nearly popped out of my head. Whilst I was gone Donna had slipped out of her beach dress and was lying in a leopard print string bikini. For her age she looked fantastic - her body was great, she had nice sized boobs that did not seem to sag too much (although she was lying on her back at this point) and she had a really sexy stomach - there was a bit of a belly but given her age I thought that was to be expected.
Donna smiled at me as I approached. 'Are you trying to get me drunk' she laughed pointing at the drinks.
'Just saving my legs from multiple bar trips' I replied handing her a drink. 'I'm sure you can handle a couple of cocktails.
We spent the next hour talking about how I was on my last parent paid holiday which Donna found quite funny - she couldn't help herself ribbing me about coming on holiday with my parents when I should be out chasing women. We also talked about how she was quite active and outgoing whereas her husband Mike was quiet and a little boring in his old age. I joked with her that she needed to find a newer younger model before it was too late which she seemed to find very funny. All this time I kept admiring Donnas body and kept having to avert my eyes from admiring her sexy figure. Even when she sat up facing me, I could see that her boobs only slightly sagged although the bikini seemed to also be doing its job and I suspected was taking some of the strain! Her stomach was overhanging her bikini bottoms, but it still seemed quite taught and was very sexy to look at. To be honest I was struggling to control myself down below and frequently had to adjust myself to hide growing erections. This lady was easily around 45 years older than me and seemed in a different league to the women I was admiring earlier.
We drank several more cocktails before Donna finally groaned a little, giggled a little and declared that the drink had gone to her head. 'Come on Dan' she smiled, 'walk me back to my cabin'. She held out her hand and beckoned for me to follow her.
I quickly grabbed everything, and we walked back through the ship. We arrived at our cabins, and I watched as Donna fumbled for her room key dropping it on the floor. I bent down to pick it up for her and as I stood back up Donna put her arms around my neck and kissed me hard. 'That drink has gone to my head, but you are gorgeous' she whispered to me. Donna kissed me again this time with even more passion pushing her tongue hard into my mouth and pressing her body against me. I could feel her breasts pressing into my chest through her bikini and my cock instantly stirred so that my erection pressed into her stomach - I knew she could feel it because she kissed me even harder and pressed herself closer.
Donna giggled. 'I was wondering if I'd have that effect on you' she said looking down at my crotch. She grabbed the door key and opened her cabin door. 'It's not a good look for a 68-year-old woman to be caught seducing a young man in the corridor, so you are coming inside' - she grabbed my waistband and pulled me into her cabin.
'Wait Donna. What about your husband?' I said.