“Oh my god. It seems so long since I felt that,” she moaned.
“Like it?”
“Fuck yes. More. Do more.”
I stabbed and she jumped again. Stab. Jump. Stab. Jump. Over and over and with each jump came a moan. I stayed there for what seemed like a long time and loving every second. She was wet and her juices flowed freely and I lapped them up like honey. She had stopped moving by then and just lay there moaning with an occasional twitch when I hit a particularly sensitive nerve.
Finally it was time. I moved up her body and when I was directly over her with my arms extended, she reached for my dick and aimed it at her pussy
“Now, please, God, now.”
And I plunged.
Her moan was low and long and her hips started moving up and down. And they continued moving. Slow, then fast, then slow again, then fast again. Who’s fucking who? I thought as I stayed in my arms extended position.
Then I started moving. In and out. Fucking her with affection if that makes any sense.
“Oh, God, Sam. It’s good … so good.”
I felt her heels dig into my ass as she pulled me into her when she exploded.
We slept afterwards. We were not aware when the ship docked in Belize, and for the third time I missed visiting a different country.
I went back to my cabin, showered and slept.
At dinner that evening, I didn’t see Grace. I did see her the next day, however. We had docked in Costa Maya, Mexico and I was leaning over the rail, watching people leave the ship when I spotted her. She appeared to be with a small group headed for the pedestrian gate.
After a while, the number of people leaving the ship diminished, so I walked off and went through the souvenir shop on the dock. I caught myself thinking that “Carol would like that,” or “Cheryl would love this,” before remembering that neither was in my life anymore.
Over the next couple of days, we visited the Cayman Islands and Jamaica. I never got off the ship.
I had spent eight nights onboard and had fucked four different women including the night before. No wonder cruising was so popular for single men.
It was popular for women also. I saw Grace three or four times over the course of the cruise after our night together and she seemed to be having fun as well. Each time I saw her she was with a different man.
I’m going to have to cruise more, I thought on more than one occasion.
The evening before we were scheduled to dock back in Galveston, my cabin phone rang. It was Grace.
“Haven’t seen you around much the last few days,” she said.
“I’ve managed to stay pretty busy.”
She laughed. “So have I. It’s almost like I was back in high school.”
“Why? Too much homework?” I chuckled.
“Yeah. I’ve pulled a couple of all-nighters, if you know what I mean. I had heard about cruising, but Christ, it’s much better than I had heard. Michael says it is one long party in the crew area.”
“I know exactly what you mean. I’ve had some all-nighters myself. It will be nice to get home and get some rest.”
“Ain’t that the truth.” There was a pause before she spoke again. “Listen, Sam. You live in Lake Charles and I live in Houston. Any chance of us seeing each other after the cruise?”
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