Just as their dance ended, I had made up my mind to go back to my cabin and leave her to him. There were plenty of other “fish in the sea”, so to speak. I stood as they approached. They were laughing and holding hands.
He pulled her chair out for her. Then he looked at me and spoke. “Thank you, sir.”
I hated him all over again.
Then Grace slapped him on the shoulder. “Why weren’t you ever this gentlemanly when you were growing up?” Then she looked at me. “Sam, this is my son, Michael. Michael, this is Sam Conley.”
“Your son?” I asked, shocked. “How old were you when you had him? Five?”
They both laughed, then sat. “Actually, I was seventeen.” I figured he was about 21 so that made her about three years my senior.
The three of us sat and talked for a long time. He was familiar to me because he was the lead male singer in the shows on the ship. I knew that was Grace’s first cruise; they told me she took it because it was the last cruise on his six-month employment contract with the cruise line, so it would be her last chance to see him perform in this environment. In two weeks, he was to begin rehearsals for a new Broadway musical.
At three in the morning I left them still talking and returned to my cabin. We were scheduled to be in Honduras in four hours. In my cabin I showered and lay on my bed. I never set foot in Honduras either. These long, late nights were taking their toll.
Grace and I had dinner alone in one of the Ship’s specialty restaurants that evening then watched her son in yet another show. He was an excellent singer and very accomplished dancer. No wonder he was going to Broadway.
After the last show, I escorted her to her cabin. I was invited in and didn’t leave until almost ten the next morning.
Grace was an exceptional lover. She knew exactly what I wanted/needed, precisely when I wanted/needed it. When the cabin stewards prepare the rooms for the evenings, they close the drapes. Grace reopened hers. It was, of course, pitch black outside and the only things visible were stars. She slowly undressed herself moving with the grace for which she must have been named. Cabins on cruise ships are relatively small, but she used the available space well. She danced and stripped seductively like an experienced stripper might do. It took a long time for her to get completely naked.
When she was finished, she danced over to me and kissed me for the first time. It was long, soft, and slow. And hot. Then she started stripping me. She started slow, but I couldn’t stand it. I nearly ripped my clothes off and pounced on her, but, fortunately, regained my senses and slowed down. I touched her, stroked her, massaged her, rubbed her, and kissed her.
I kissed her face, neck, and shoulders before I got to her breasts. I didn’t just kiss them, however. I kissed, sucked, nibbled, inhaled, and chewed them. Then my tongued moved down her body and into her belly button then down further. Just before I got to her mound I moved my body so my head was between her legs and my tongue pointed at her pussy. I slowly moved toward her as she moved to me and when my tongue touched her she jumped. Her hips moved skyward and my head snapped back.
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