Four Nights In Suite 425 Pt 03

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."

And by which point it was plain for me to see that both of the guys among their number were obviously smitten with Calla. But the one had a girlfriend back home, come to find out, so there really wasn't much he could do in front of his four female co-workers. The other one was single however and didn't seem shy about trying to flirt a little with Calla. Who didn't seem to mind and actually did a little flirting back in response. Which surprised me at first until I realized why. I mean anything she could have done to pick off one or more of those teachers would have increased the likelihood that I would get the opportunity to have some alone-time with Sherri.

And it actually wound up happening too. But not until more than two hours had passed since Calla and I had arrived at that club. (Just as she had predicted the way it would probably happen.) And even then I got a bit lucky with how everything went down.

After she had finished off her second mojito, Calla asked the guy she had been flirting back and forth with if he wanted to hit the dance floor with her. Then when he took her up on that invitation, Calla asked if anyone else at the table wanted to join them. And two of Sherri's fellow female teachers actually took Calla up on that offer. (But not Sherri herself in my first bit of luck.)

Calla then shot me a wink when the four of them were making their way off. Because that left only four of us remaining at our table: Sherri, the guy with the girlfriend back home, the other female teacher and me.

Then I insisted on buying us four our next round of drinks as we stood there and continued chit-chatting together. But despite the temptation I was feeling to do so, it just didn't seem like a great idea for me to blatantly pull Sherri aside so we could talk one-on-one. That might have raised some suspicions among the other two left at the table afterall. And I had been serious earlier when telling Calla that I didn't want to do or say anything that may have made Sherri feel uncomfortable. Like for example were she to be asked later on to explain to everyone in her party why I had wanted to speak with her alone.

So eventually the only male left at our table excused himself to use the restroom. And when he returned, at Sherri's lead, us three remaining females excused ourselves for the same purpose as well. And headed off together for the upstairs ladies room located just off the bar.

Then on our way back to our table a few minutes later, in a spur of the moment decision, I gave Sherri a nudge and pointed to the railing that rimmed the edge of the balcony and said, "Let's go look and see if we can find Calla and your friends down on the dance floor." Then in another bit of luck, the other teacher continued walking back to our table while Sherri and I veered off towards the railing instead.

So I had thus managed to get Sherri alone without it looking the least bit suspicious. I mean we were still plainly in view of those two left at our table (only about twenty or thirty feet away) when we then leaned over the railing at our disposal next to each other. And thanks to the music that was playing, there really wasn't any way for even any random passerby to overhear what we might have been saying to one another unless they got within a couple of feet of us.

First though, we actually did locate Calla and the others dancing together in a circle down below. Then Sherri laughed and told me, "I would have joined them myself but I have two left feet." (Explaining my first bit of luck.)

And my heart was pounding in my chest by then. I mean I was about to do something I had never done before: Come onto another woman. And not just that but onto one who had yet to really give me any indication to believe that she was anything other than totally straight. Plus there was the fact that the woman in question also just happened to be a total knockout who I was certain could have done much better than the likes of myself even if she (a) wasn't totally straight afterall (and b) was actually interested in acting upon those hypothetical non-straight feelings of hers. And there was also the fact that she had a boyfriend back home who I would essentially be asking her to cheat on as well.

But I had a promise made to Calla to keep regardless. And it certainly did help that I remained at least somewhat horny as a result of everything that had taken place between us only a couple hours earlier. Plus the three mojitos that I had since indulged in were certainly helping to take the edge off as well. And it didn't hurt either that I was feeling a bit naughty being out in public like I was wearing absolutely nothing at all under my sundress. Still though, it took every bit of courage I could muster when I then turned to Sherri and said...

"So Calla told me all the nice things you said to pass along after she showed you that picture of me on her phone. I just wanted to let you know that I was truly flattered hearing all that coming from someone as remarkably good-looking as you are."

With a look on her face that I really couldn't read, Sherri then turned to me and replied, "Oh. Well... You're welcome. And thank you too I suppose. Calla mentioned that you were starting to feel a bit subconscious about your looks now that you're old enough to have a daughter who just graduated from college. Honestly though... You don't have anything to worry about. You two could pass for being sisters instead of mother and daughter."

Feeling a little less nervous at that, "We actually hear that quite a bit," I admitted. "But again... It means a lot more coming from someone as beautiful as yourself."

A twinkle then came to Sherri's eye when she replied, "So that's the second time you've mentioned my looks now. Although granted in response to a compliment that I paid your looks first. Still though. Is there something you're trying to tell me Li-Ming?"

And just like that I was incredibly nervous yet again. So all I could muster in response was, "Maybe. Is that okay or not?"

With a smile, "No it's okay," Sherri said then. "I'm on a cruise afterall. These kinds of things are only to be expected. It's not like you're the parent of one of my students complimenting me on my looks in my classroom during parent-teacher conferences or something."

Which actually made me laugh as, "Yeah that would be pretty inappropriate!"

"And it's actually happened too!" Sherri exclaimed. "And more than just once! But this is different like I said. So c'mon. I really want to know. What are you trying to tell me here?"

And I swear the sound of my heart pounding in my ears was drowning out the sound of the music coming from below. Then I told a little white lie when I said, "Just that I've never been with another woman before. But if I ever decided to break that streak some day... Well... Someone like you would be at the very top of my list of possible candidates."

With an, "I see then," Sherri turned her attention back to the revelers down below for at least the next minute that followed, obviously deep in thought. Then she finally turned her attention back to me and...

"I have a theory if I may be so bold," she offered. "One way or another it seems to me like Calla found out that her mom was open to the idea of maybe having her first same-sex liaison on this cruise she booked for the two of them. And it also seems to me like Calla then learned what type of woman looks-wise her mom would be interested in carrying out that sort of liaison with too. Then she saw me at the pool on our first day at sea and decided to befriend me and my friends so she could introduce the two of us and... Well... You obviously had your doubts whether I'd actually be interested in you like that so... Along comes Calla later on with that picture of you on her phone fishing for any compliments I might have to offer and... Come to find out... Possibly maybe... I just might be interested in you like that afterall. Something like that?"

Absolutely astounded Sherri had managed to hit everything so close to the mark, I just couldn't help it when, "It was all Calla's idea," I said then. "All of it. I swear. Even the part about how she came to you fishing for those compliments about me. That was her idea too. And it all started when she pretty much dragged it out of me on our plane-ride down to Miami that... You know... I've never had a tryst with another woman before but would possibly be open to that idea all the same. Then she took the reigns from there and... Well... You've already figured out the rest."

After thinking things over for at least another thirty seconds at that, "Have I really figured everything out though?" Sherri asked. "Why does it seem to me like there's still more to all of this that you're not telling me about?"

My mouth then went as dry as the Sahara Desert. I mean Sherri was right of course. But there was absolutely no way I could explain everything else to her. Unless...

"Calla actually had a suggestion for a way I might be able to win you over if you seemed to be on the fence about all this," I offered. "I'm just not sure if it's something you're prepared to hear about however."

Sherri then shot me a smirk and asked, "Does it have anything to do with the fact that you're not wearing a bra right now?"

Then when my eyes flew open in surprise at that, Sherri laughed and said, "Don't worry. I didn't notice until just now when we started leaning over this railing. So I highly doubt anyone else has noticed either. Anyway... Was it Calla's suggestion that you might possibly be able to win me over by getting me alone someplace private so you could flash your boobs at me?"

Unsure how else to respond, "Maybe," I offered. "So would something like that actually work?"

Although with a smile, "I hope you realize how many assumptions you're making about me right now," Sherri countered. "I mean you know I have a boyfriend back home. So who's to say I'm even into girls at all? And who's to say I'd be willing to cheat on my boyfriend with anyone regardless?"

Feeling a bit defeated at that, "I'm terribly sorry," I replied. "And plus there's the fact that I know you could certainly do better than me if you actually are into girls like that and... You know... Also willing to cheat on your boyfriend too."

Much to my surprise however, "I wouldn't necessarily go that far," Sherri shot back. "But you're going to have to come clean about something first before I say any more. I want to know exactly what Calla's certain suggestion to you was."

And only because Sherri actually seemed receptive to my proposal. That's the only reason I made the confession I did then. The confession that, "Calla gave me permission to offer you her too in the bargain if you seemed to be on the fence about having a tryst with me. Kind of like a two-for-one deal if you will."

To which Sherri's eyes and mouth both flew open in an obvious display of utter shock. Then she did her best to pull herself back together before, "So I take it then that Calla at least admitted to being open to the idea of having a same-sex liaison herself when she was dragging that confession out of you too. I'm just curious though if she's ever actually had that kind of encounter before however, unlike you."