After she had finished riding out her orgasm, Calla lifted her ass off of my face and rose to her heel-clad feet there in our shower. Then she helped me to my feet as well and, before I could even say a word, scooped me up into her arms. Where I wrapped my arms and legs both around her body as she then took hold of my panty-clad ass in her hands and guided me over to and pressed my back up against that shower's back wall.
And initiated another make-out session between us. Despite the fact that my tongue had just been buried in her ass that is. Not that Calla seemed to mind however. In fact it seemed to me like she couldn't wait to suck it into her mouth just then.
While I couldn't wait to suck her tongue into my mouth too. Then we made out with nothing but passion for the couple of minutes that followed. With Calla's pair of 33-almost-Ds and my pair of 32-Bs smashed together. And with my arms and legs both encircling her body. As she held me in place against that wall by my ass.
Until Calla broke off our kiss and swung me around before setting me back down on my feet. And said to me then, "That was wonderful Mommy. All of it. But now it's time for you to shower off for your date."
Nearly rendered speechless as a result of everything that had happened between us since we had entered that shower together, "Okay sweetie," was all I could muster in response.
Calla then stepped out of our shower and started to rid her body of what little she was wearing. As I first removed my leash and collar before I peeled off my piss-stained panties too. And turned on the water and soaked myself from head to toe.
Then I grabbed a bar of soap and began lathering myself down. With Calla looking on completely naked by then. And, "Just be careful Mommy," she warned. "Especially when washing your privates. Don't get so aggressive down there that... You know. I'm keeping my eye on you."
And making sure I didn't rub myself into an orgasm. Either on purpose or accidentally I suppose. I mean given the state I was in just then it wouldn't have taken much of that kind of rubbing to get myself off. But I heeded Calla's warning instead and took it especially easy when washing myself down there.
Then Calla and I switched places a few minutes later once I had rinsed myself completely off after soaping down my face, torso, arms and legs. And as soon as I went to grab a towel to dry myself off, from where Calla was then showering off herself, "Be careful with that too Mommy," she warned. "When drying yourself off you-know-where I mean."
So I again heeded her warning and went especially easy on myself once again when drying off my privates.
Then after her shower was over, Calla toweled herself off and dressed herself once again in the bra, panties, sundress and sandals she had changed out of earlier when switching into her sexy little mistress outfit. But I was still naked when we exited our bathroom together and stepped into our cabin proper.
Where I then did as I had been told and found the sundress I had been wearing earlier and put it on without putting on any undergarments first. As Calla looked on and said, "Thank you for remembering Mommy."
Then I turned to face her and, "Well?" I asked. "Can you tell I'm naked under this dress? Or at least that I'm not wearing a bra anyway?"
After giving me a once-over, "Nah," she decided. "You're good. I mean if you look really, really close I guess. But your titties are perky enough for you to pull off going braless under a dress like that without it being totally obvious."
"Cool," I replied.
"And besides," Calla continued. "It's a nightclub silly! On a cruise ship at that! So you're not going to be the only chick there without a bra on under whatever."
Which made me laugh as I conceded, "Good point."
Then Calla checked her phone while I was putting my sandals from earlier back on and informed me that, "It's five after twelve. Perfect then. You'll be arriving fashionably late for your date."
It hit me then like a ton of bricks what was soon to be expected of me. Which Calla picked up on and...
"Listen," she told me. "I know it's a bit scary but please keep in mind all those lovely little compliments that Sherri told me to pass along after I showed her that picture of you rocking just a bikini. You remember right? That she couldn't believe you're old enough to have a daughter who just graduated from college. And that it was plain for her to see that my good looks come straight from my mother and no one else. And specifically in reference to your body that good things come in small packages. I mean I know she has a boyfriend back home but... C'mon. Seriously. I wouldn't be trying to hook you up with her like this unless I didn't think you had a real shot with her."
All of which did calm my nerves. A little anyway. Still though...
"If anything I might say to her seems to make her feel uncomfortable or nervous or anxious or anything of the sort," I declared. "I'll be calling everything off right then and there."
"Fair enough," Calla replied. "C'mon. Let's get going."
I then gathered up my phone and my key-card to our cabin and followed Calla to the front door. But before she opened it, she turned to me and asked, "So how are you feeling right now?"
And it was nothing but the truth when I replied, "Exactly the way you intended to make me feel all along after deciding to turn me loose on Sherri like this. Like a bitch in heat."
With a smile Calla then opened the door and lead us out of our cabin.
*
The hot-spot nightclub where we arrived a short time later spanned two decks in height and occupied an area large enough so it wasn't in any way overcrowded even though maybe 150 of our fellow passengers were there living it up. About two-thirds of whom were on the lower level where the dance floor and the main bar were located. The rest were up on the second-level balcony that formed a U-shape around the dance floor below. A smaller bar and the DJ booth were located on either end of the U with maybe twenty circular stand-up tables situated between them. Above all of which the ceiling was adorned with an ever-changing kaleidoscope of LED-lights that lit the entire club. Which was filled with the sound of upbeat pop music playing somewhat loudly from speakers situated around the dance floor. But not so loud that normal conversation wasn't still possible, especially upstairs.
Which is where Calla found out that our companions for the night were hanging out when she texted Sherri on our walk there. But Calla and I first stopped at the downstairs bar to grab a couple of mojitos. And looking around then I realized that although the majority of those in attendance may have skewed closer in age to Calla than myself, there were still plenty of people there obviously in their thirties and forties as well. So I didn't feel the least bit out of place (as I was previously fearing I might) by the time we took our mojitos upstairs and found Sherri and her friends waiting for us at a table with a round of vodka shots for us all at the ready.
And although it was plain for me to see that all six of those teachers in question had certainly been partying it up for quite a while by then, none of them were actually drunk but rather just slightly buzzed instead. Sherri included. And speaking of that cute-as-a-button, curly red-haired, twenty-something bombshell blessed with Kardashian-esque curves...
She looked absolutely resplendent in a somewhat tight-fitting, midriff-baring, floral-print halter top and loose-fitting plain white ankle-length skirt. And seemed genuinely happy that Calla and I had decided to join her and her friends for the evening. But then again they all seemed that way so I didn't read too much into that fact.
So after downing our shots, the eight of us then spent at least the hour that followed recounting the events of our trip thus far while sipping on our respective drinks. And during which time it was news to mean when I learned that, per Calla, she and I had spent the earlier part of that evening playing poker at the onboard casino. Otherwise I actually found it interesting to learn how the other six had been spending their time aboard ship while Calla and I had been doing our own thing together.
And also during which time I insisted on buying the next round of drinks myself. Then in response to the general consensus around the table that such wasn't necessary, "You're all woefully underpaid teachers," I reminded them. "It's the least I can do to show my appreciation for your chosen profession."