This story picks up where the first part of the story ends.
So my stepmom, Jen, and I are on a cruise together after my father and brother have to cancel at the last minute for work. Jen is a curvy 42 year old. She has dark hair, brown eyes and large breasts. I am Brad, a 20 year old, fairly skinny guy.
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Then with a glint in her eye, she said, "Come on stud, it's time for dinner." Not sure, but I think she stressed the word "Come".
At dinner, not only was Jen not mad at me for what happened earlier in the day, she seemed to take pleasure in it. To my relief, nothing more was said about it, but Jen seemed to strut around a little.
After dinner, I did my thing. I went to the casino and explored the ship. It really is like a floating city. Jen did her thing and went to see a show.
When I got back to the cabin, Jen was there. We talked about the next day's plans and got ready for bed. I got in bed. A few minutes later, Jen got into bed. This time she did not put a pillow between us.
I replayed the scenario from earlier in the day. Once I was removed from the embarrassment, I saw that it was pretty hot. Jen was pretty cool about it. I started to think about Jen in a different light. I drifted off to sleep thinking about what happened.
The next day we woke up and got ready for the excursion. We took the shuttle to do a hike through a rainforest. We saw a waterfall and swam in the water just below the waterfall.
Just before we swam, when Jen took off her shorts and shirt to reveal her swim suit, I was shocked. She was not wearing her typical, conservative one piece swim suit. She was wearing the kind with a skirt around the bottom and a bikini top.
The small red bikini top fabulously showed off her large breasts. I had never seen her wear a bikini before. I had never seen her in just a bra before. Wow.
She caught me staring. She said, "I take it you like my new swim suit?"
I simply said, "Looks great." I was referring to both her tits and the suit.
She said she used to wear a bikini when she was younger, but as she put on a couple extra pounds, she felt self-conscious. Since she didn't know anyone here, she felt she could be more adventurous.
We got into the water and swam for a bit. I saw a number of guys in the group checking her out. There were a few girls my age swimming, and despite that, I found myself checking out Jen. When she stood, I watched as the water ran off her, down through her cleavage. I thought it was poetic. Here we were by a pretty waterfall and I was looking at an even better waterfall.
Time came to leave. We got out of the water and dried off.
She said, "I hope I didn't embarrass you with this outfit."