Angel:
Debarkation Day was here! We all had been counting the days for weeks and it had finally arrived. Kelly had ordered a limo to cart us, and our luggage to the Port.
We laughed excitedly and talked about the cruise on our way to San Pedro. The limo pulled up to the unloading area. Two skycaps were there to take our bags, and because Kelly was in a wheelchair, we were all given priority boarding and were taken to our cabins immediately.
We had reserved a handicapped cabin to allow for Kelly's scooter which was plugged in and waiting in our cabin. It had more space and a larger shower than Dan and Jill's standard cabin which was connected to ours by a common balcony.
This was all "old hat" to Kelly and me. This was our forth Hawaiian cruise. Kelly had a sister, two nephews living on Oahu and we had a friend living on Maui.
Dan and Jill where thrilled and excited. They loved their cabin and balcony! Our bags started arriving slowly and we all unpacked and settled in.
The first order of the day was the safety drill. Passengers were told to bring the life-jackets in their cabins and report to their "Muster Stations" which was posted on the inside of the cabin door, for a safety and abandon ship drill.
After the drill, the "Bon Voyage" parties began. They occurred throughout the ship but Kelly had ordered Champagne from room service and we decided to enjoy our departure together, with our new friends from our cabin balcony.
As we were preparing to toast each other "Bon Voyage" there was a knock at our cabin door. I went to answer it and standing there was a tall, handsome black man in a crisp white uniform.
"Good afternoon" he said taking my hand a kissing it European style, "My name is Charles, I am your steward. I will be looking after you for the next fourteen days. If there is anything you need, do hesitate to call me. My number is on your cabin desk. Is there anything I can get you now?"
"No Charles," I replied and as I pulled my hand back I noticed an entourage of punk-looking men and women passing by and going into the suite next to our cabins. "Who are they?" I asked Charles.
Charles smiled a broad smile and informed me, "They are musicians, I believe they are called "Suicidal Tendencies," they will be performing during our cruise, Madam."
One of the members looked at me in passing, waved his tongue at me, winked and mouthed the words "Fuck me" and then walked by us and went into their suite.
"This should be an interesting trip," I thought to myself. I thanked Charles and closed the door. "Guess what," I said, addressing my husband and new friends. We have a retro-Punk Rock group staying next to us in the suite. They look like something out of the "Road Warriors" movie. This should be interesting!"
The others smiled and agreed as we continued our toast.
Dan:
"To a wonderful adventure with two wonderful new friends," I said, as we all raised our Champagne glasses and drank the bubbly liquid.
I couldn't believe we were actually on our way. Our cabins were beautiful and the balconies were spectacular. My lovely wife Jill seemed to be relaxing and thoroughly enjoying herself. Our new friends, Kelly and Angel were so much fun. I was really feeling good about this whole adventure.
We watched the dock and ships go by as we exited the port. The sun was setting in front of us. Being from the East Coast I wasn't used to seeing a sunset on the ocean and it was spectacular. As we sailed out a bit farther, a thick fog engulfed the ship. I was reminded of the Van Morrison song, "Into the Mystic", as we sipped the Champagne.
Soon it started to get a little cold and the fog was so thick we couldn't see very much. We all decided to return to our cabins, unpack the rest of our luggage and take a little pre-evening nap before dinner because we were a little sleepy from our club outing the night before.
Jill:
It was like a beautiful dream. I was feeling high from the Champagne as I undressed and got into our bed. I left my panties on, not wanting to expose my newly shaved pussy to Dan yet. Dan was in the bathroom when there was a knock at our cabin door. I quickly slipped on my robe and peeked out.
There in front of me was one of the punkers from the band. He looked me over from head to toe, licked his lips and said, "Well hello pussycat! Aren't you a pleasant surprise, and right next door too! Listen sweet stuff, it seems that we don't have a corkscrew to open our wine and toast our "Bon Voyage" could you help some poor children of misfortune out and let us use yours?"
I told him I would look for ours and could feel his eyes glaring at me while I searched our bags. I heard him take in a deep breath as I bent over in my thin robe to open the bag. I must have turned bright red as I found and handed him the corkscrew.
He took my hand, holding it and giving it a nice squeeze and said, "Listen pussycat, I don't know if you're on this trip by yourself or not, but if you need some company, my name is Cyclone and I am just a knock away!" He then thanked me for the loan of the corkscrew and disappeared into his suite.
This experience shook me up somewhat. I was not use to standing in front of a handsome stranger in just a thin robe while he ogled me and made passes. It both frightened and excited me.
I could hear the toilet flush and Dan came out asking, "Who was that?"
I told him it was a neighbor asking to borrow and corkscrew and quickly threw my robe over a chair and jumped into bed. Dan disrobed and followed me, quickly taking me in his arms, his little penis hard as a rock.
I didn't respond or press my bare panty clad pussy against him. I didn't want to reveal his surprise yet. I told him, "Not now honey, I need some sleep so I can feel rested before we go out to dinner.
He gave me a quick little disappointed pout and said, "Ok darling, sleep tight!"
I found it difficult to get to sleep. I was still thinking about Cyclone in his tight jeans, the way he looked at me and the sizable bulge he had between his legs, pressing against his pants. I could feel my pussy getting wet, but finally the rocking motion of the ship lulled me to sleep.
Kelly:
We must have been more tired than we thought because we all slept until eight p.m. and had to hurry to get to dinner. Because we were late and had signed up for "anytime dining", we were given a table where other passengers had already started eating. To our surprise, it was with some of the member of the punk-rock band.
Cyclone, the lead guitarist of the group was delight to see Jill again and said, "Well I see you couldn't stay away from me Pussycat!"
This annoyed Dan who wasn't use to having his wife addressed in such a casual manner in public by a stranger and he replied, "I think you have my wife mixed up with someone else."
"Don't get your panties in a bunch, hubby, you're wife and I are old friends, still have that sexy blue robe honey?" Cyclone teased.
This embarrassed Jill who quickly replied, "He's the guy that borrowed our corkscrew, honey." Trying to reassure her husband.
"That's right, "replied Cyclone, "and if you need a good screw, I'll be glad to return it!"
Now Dan was getting really angry and I quickly whispered in his ear, "Relax Dan, he's just kidding, don't let him push your buttons, besides you should be flattered he is coming on to Jill, and remember your fantasy."
Dan quickly settled down and said, "Hi, I'm Dan and this is my wife Jill. This is Kelly and Angel." Offering his hand to Cyclone.
Cyclone smiled back at Dan, took Jill's hand and said. "Pleased to meet you neighbor, this is Sweet Tits, Chaos, Spike and Dogboy, our group is called Suicidal Tendencies and we will be playing with you, eh I mean for you during the cruise.
His slip of the tongue didn't go unnoticed by either Dan or myself but we let it slide. We continued to make small talk throughout dinner as Cyclone kept flirting with Jill while Spike came on to Angel. I knew Dan was having a tough time with this. Part of him resented Cyclone's innuendos and another part was turned on by it.
It all ended on a friendly basis and Cyclone invited us to a party, later that evening, in his suite. We told him we would see and we then headed out looking for a place to dance.
Angel:
I could see Dan and Jill were a little taken back by our dinner partners so I decided to ease the tension. "Not bad," I told Jill, "when a couple of GILFs like us can turn on men in their 20s!"
"GILFs?" Jill replied, "What's a GILF?"
"Grandma's I'd Like to Fuck!" I replied and we all started laughing.
We went to the Wheelhouse, a nautical bar with cool jazz and a dance floor. Kelly can only dance for a short period due to his impaired mobility so after a quick dance, Dan asked me to dance.
He was trying to be a gentleman and keep me at a proper distance but I knew he was turned on. I remembered he had a small dick but he certainly had no problem with erections. I could feel his hard little penis pressing against me through his slacks as we danced.
He too was aware of his little woody and said, "I'm sorry, I can't help it, you are so beautiful and sexy!"
I told him not to be sorry, I considered it a complement and gave him a teasing grind as we danced.
Dan told me that Kelly said he had shared the emails with me. He added it was a bit humiliating knowing that I knew all of his kinks and short-comings.