As I packed my suitcase, I couldn't believe I was actually going on a vacation without my husband.
I'd kind of fantasized about it many times before, but never really thought it would happen. But Jane wanted a girls-only trip to celebrate her birthday, and who was I to say no?
I thought about what else to pack. Swimsuit, cocktail dress, shorts, sunscreen... I grabbed my sexy bra and panty sets and put those in. Why not feel sexy, even if it was very likely no one but me would ever see them?
As I closed my suitcase and fastened it shut, the phone rang. "You ready? I'll be there in like 3 minutes," Jane said. I was absolutely ready. This cruise was exactly what I needed. Once we settled into our cabins, Jane and I set off to explore the ship. We quickly located a bar and decided to toast our long-anticipated trip.
"So, did you bring any protection?" Jane asked, sipping her drink.
"Yeah, I packed sunscreen," I answered.
Jane laughed. "That's not exactly what I was talking about," she said. When I looked at her questioningly, she said, "You know, like condoms?"
I nearly choked on my amaretto sour. "What?" I gasped.
She laughed again. "Don't play coy with me. We're away from the guys for the first time ever. We don't know anyone here. As far as I'm concerned, anything goes."
It was strange to be having this conversation with her. We'd been friends a long time, but had never discussed anything like cheating.
"Have you ever done this before?" I asked.
"No, but I've definitely thought about it," she said, "How about you?" What the hell. It was just us girls, right?
"Well..." I hesitated.
"Ah-ha!" she laughed. "I knew it!"
I laughed. "What happens in Jamaica stays in Jamaica," I said, as we clinked our glasses together.
That night after dinner, there was a masquerade ball planned. As I got dressed, I hoped it wouldn't just be a bunch of desperate middle-aged guys looking for a cheap feel. If I was going to play this week, I wanted it to be worth it.
Taking one last look in the mirror, I headed to Jane's cabin. When she opened the door, she said, "Wow, you look amazing!"
I had dressed in a belly dancer costume, and it was pretty revealing. It had a low-cut purple top that ended just below my breasts. The sleeves were long but see-through.
The pants, which were also see-through, had full legs that gathered with elastic at the ankle. Under them, I wore purple silky panties. My hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, and I wore a gold mask over my eyes.
Jane was dressed as a sexy nurse: white super-short nurse's uniform, white cap, and white fishnet stockings.
"Why do I have a feeling we're going to get ourselves in trouble tonight?" I said, as we headed to the party.
"You saying you don't want to go?" Jane asked.
"No, no, no," I laughed, "If I'm gonna go, I'm gonna go big."
"Atta girl," she said.
There were a lot of people in the ballroom when we finally found it. There were football players, wizards, naughty schoolgirls, and lots of other costumes. The band was really good, playing upbeat music.
We headed for the bar, figuring a drink would help us loosen up for whatever the night had in store for us. Jane was quickly whisked off to dance by GI Joe, leaving me to sip my drink and survey the room.
My eyes suddenly locked on a pirate across the room. He wore a loose shirt, black swashbuckler boots, and tight black pants that tucked into them. He had a ragged scarf tied around his head and another at his waist, and he wore a mask instead of an eye patch.
I couldn't take my eyes off him. His shirt exposed a little of his chest, and he moved in a way that seemed almost predatory. I watched him work his way across the room but lost sight of him when he got near the dance floor. Damn, the one guy that looked somewhat promising, and now he'd disappeared.
I hung around the bar a little longer, and a chubby Elvis came over and asked me to dance.
Before I could answer, a quiet voice said from behind me, "Sorry, she's with me." I turned to find my pirate standing there. Elvis murmured an apology and slunk away, leaving us staring at each other.
"Wanna get some air?" he asked, holding out his gloved hand. Without a word, I took his hand and followed him to the door. We walked out into the cool night air. We walked for several minutes without speaking.
He was acting so casual, as if we were just taking a stroll in the park. We walked up to the top deck and I wandered over to the railing, enjoying the feel of the breeze in my face.
He came up behind me and put his hands on the railing on either side of me. He smelled so good, and he was standing so close. I leaned back against him, and he moved his hands a little closer together.
"Are you enjoying the cruise?" he murmured against my hair.
"Yes," I sighed. He pressed himself against me, and I could feel his erection against my ass. I tensed slightly and he tightened his arms around me. I stood perfectly still, not knowing what to say.
"Who are you?" I whispered. When he didn't answer, I turned around to face him.
"It doesn't matter who I am," he said, "No one is around that either of us knows. Just you and me," he said, leaning toward me. He touched his lips to mine and I wrapped my arms around him.
