The Delight IC

[sexy_curves]

Becca's screams of passion grew louder, more feral in origin when Logan's cock throbbed inside of her before cumming in her, filling her pussy with his hot, thick seed.

After a few moments to compose himself, Logan took her into his arms, her arms holding onto him around his neck. She looked up at him as he set her down on the bed. She sighed contently as he took off her shoes before leaning over her and wiping her tears away and kissing her all over her face.

His words were kind, and optimistic for her future. She blushed again, smiling softly when he suggested he wouldn't mind another night doing what they had just done. Truth be told, neither would she.

She pulled a pillow closer to her and rested her head on it, watching Logan get dressed. His smile was very contagious and caused her lips to curl into one as well. She listened to his words, puzzled by what he meant about activity cards.

"Good night, Logan. Thank you for tonight," she said softly as he opened the door to the hallway.

She groaned softly when she reached down to pull the blanket over her tired body.

 

[DrStein]

Logan slipped out quietly and went to the upper deck. He was a night owl and would probably be up until dawn. His boxers were still back in his room, but he didn't mind a little freeballing now and again. He decided to go for a walk to clear his head of the last traces of the delirious pleasure he had just experienced with Becca. The summer breezes felt cold against his hot, sweaty skin and he took his time to enjoy the atmosphere before he began wandering the deck with no real destination in mind.

 

[sexy_curves]

Becca curled up under her blanket and close her eyes, replaying everything that had just happen. Her oxytocin levels off the charts, her body spent but deliriously satisfied by that. She could already feel that Logan had followed through with what she had requested, she could feel the effect of their sex in the morning.

The gently rocking of the ship and her sheer exhaustion swiftly lulled her into a deep sleep.

 

[Sylnaeve]

CC beamed at Kat's compliment. Unknown to her friend, CC kind of considered Kat her role model and mentor on the ship...not that she'd ever tell her that. Kat was sexy, confident, fearless, CC wished she could have that much chutzpah. Particularly when Saskia was around. She shivered a bit at the thought of the cold-hearted cruise director.

"Thanks, Kat! Doing a little advertising, you know?" She winked at her friend and then looked around, "You've got a good crowd tonight. And down a layer already," she grinned at the other girl's current state of dress, "they're going to be remembering you, gorgeous."

She giggled at Kat's offer and gladly was pulled out onto the dance floor, "Yeah!" They started to grind and writhe sensuously to the music; sweet, sexy bodies sliding and moving together to the thumping beat. She let out an eager gasp that was not at all false as Kat's hands started to move over her body.

God, this was so hot! Thrashing bodies all around them, slowly giving way as more and more of the men and women realized what was happening and turned to watch them. Her nipples were hard in an instant, visible through the slinky material of her dress. They moved closer together, Kat's hands growing bolder and more obvious in their exploration and CC tilted her head back, her glorious hair cascading down her back and exposing her graceful neck and deep cleavage.

They were almost pressed together now. So close CC could feel Kat's breath on her. She didn't know what this was doing for the crowd but it was sure turning her on! She and Kat had never done anything together...staff weren't supposed to enjoy each other, but...

She shifted her head to one side as Kat moved closer yet, their lips only a few inches apart, an inch, half an inch-

An impact sent the girls staggering away, CC managing to keep her feet moving enough to not break a heel or her ankle as a sweaty, burly body smelling of booze pushed them apart and back. "Hey! We were just getting to the good pa-whoa!"

She gaped at the fight that had broken out, though it was really a little too one sided to call a fight. Kat had darted off behind the bar, probably calling Security, which was the smart thing to do.

CC blinked, "Hey! You jerks, go outside and beat each other up! We had a really good thing going!" She grabbed a pair of drinks off of the tray in the hands of a nearby waitress and pitched their contents into the face of the brawlers.

The two men gasped and snarled at the sudden cold wetness that splashed onto them. The bigger man who'd been doing most of the punching glared at CC. "...Oh, that was a really stupid thing to do," she muttered. Why had she done that? "Uh, you wouldn't hit a girl, would you?"

 

[SexyVita]

Pearl Parsons

Pearl stepped into the club call Skinz in a high state. After awakening from a little nap after her fun on the balcony, she had showered and prepped for dinner. But Jack had never shown up and she’s finally been force to go to dinner by herself which made her very upset. Finally she decided that she was not going to be around when Jack came stumbling back into the cabin. She put on the sexiest dress that she owned which, like all of her clothes, seemed just a bit old-fashioned and covered more skin than most women would for a night of clubbing. But it did show off the amazing curves of her body quite well, pushing up and emphasizing her large breasts. The fabric then swept inward to her small waist before flaring out again over her hips and well-rounded ass.

She was looking for the bar when she stumbled, almost literally, over the most amazing sight. A woman, built much like Pearl herself, but showing off a great deal more skin was dancing with another woman dressed in shiny black leather. Pearl was shocked, not to find them dancing, groping and grinding against each other, but at how hot the scene made her. Pearl was secretly tempted to ask if she could join them, when a fight broke out practically on top of them. One of the two girls, the one in the leather, ran behind the bar to make a phone call, probably to ship’s security while the other one tried, stupidly in Pearl’s opinion, to shock some sense in the two obviously inebriated men by tossing ice cold drinks at them.

The two men, obviously angry, turned on the girl, but before anything could happen, Pearl stepped in to intervene. “Excuse me, gentlemen,” Pearl started as if to emphasize that they were not acting gentlemanly at all. “I believe you were just leaving?” Pearl had dealt too many times with her drunken husband and his friends to let these men worry her. Pearl’s long legs made her a bit taller than average, especially when combined with a pair of 3” heels. Somehow a combination of her age, experience, appearance and tone of voice seemed to mollify and even slightly intimidate the two men. They were still trying to decide exactly what to do when security, guided by the sexy bartender, arrived to escort them from the club. They went without much fuss and the excitement was over.

But Pearl’s excitement was just beginning…

 

[Sylnaeve]

Yeah, that had been really stupid.

Security would be here any second, Quentin's guys and girls were well trained and on the spot, but "any second" might not be fast enough for CC to escape a pounding in the not fun way.

Maybe they wouldn't hit her face.

Or anywhere that her swimsuits would show.

...No, she was pretty much screwed. The bad kind of screwed.

Then she was saved when a tall, busty angel with red hair and wearing a scorching vintage dress stepped up. She was gorgeous and striking with a forceful personality that seemed to put up a wall the drunk men's belligerence slammed into; leaving them blinking dumbly at her before security swept down on them.

Wow! How had she done that? Hypnosis? CC beamed at the stranger who'd interjected, "That was amazing! Thank you so much! You and Kat totally saved my cute little butt."

The buxom brunette took the other woman's hand, "I'm CC and anything you want tonight is on me." Maybe literally, though she shouldn't assume her savior was into girls. It'd be great if she was; she looked fantastic! A really classy kind of sexy. Maybe she and Kat and this lady could...oooh, yes. That would be awesome. "Let me at least get you a drink and get to know my hero?"

 

[SexyVita]

Pearl Parsons

Despite her actions, Pearl had been wondering how to start a conversation with CC. It wasn’t as though Pearl was socially inept, far from it. The wife of a successful lawyer had to be a good socializer, it was just part of the job description. But then, this was a social situation in which she’d never been before. How does a married, and until now completely faithful, woman express her attraction for a girl at least ten years her junior? But the girl herself put Pearl back on solid ground by suggesting a drink, although CC’s choice of phrasing also made her heart race and her throat go dry. Still, Pearl managed to smile graciously, “I’m Pearl,” she said taking CC’s hand. “and you’re very welcome. Yes, I think I would be delighted to have a drink with you.”

Pearl followed CC to the bar and ordered a dry martini for herself. She was not normally a heavy drinker, but tonight she was free of responsibility for her oft-besotted husband and a little alcohol would give her a bit of courage to ask CC what she really wanted to. After a bit of idle conversation, and a second martini, Pearl steered the conversation around to where she wanted it. “So I arrived here just before those two ruffians interrupted you. You were… very enticing on the dance floor. As were you.” she finished, turning to Kat as she passed near them.

 

[Sylnaeve]

CC chuckled and grinned at Pearl's compliment, "Kat knows how to put on a show and I know how to follow." It was very nice though; Pearl was gorgeous and obviously smart and well off. She was tense though; like she was nervous about something. "But I'm glad you liked it."

The younger woman flushed a bit, "We were hoping to get some attention out there. I didn't think it'd be anybody as pretty and cool as you, Pearl, but it's great that you were enticed."

She looked around a moment and leaned in. This was a bit delicate; she didn't want Kat to feel she was poaching off of her or anything. Kat was her friend! "Girls can have lots of fun together, you know," she said in a softer voice. "Especially in private."

Which could mean lots of things. But how Pearl would react would tell CC a lot. She thought she was getting an idea of what the statuesque beauty wanted but she also didn't want to come on and have totally missed it if Pearl's intentions were otherwise.

 

[SweetAsSuga]

When she had gone to call security, Kat had worried about CC being left there right by the two men fighting. She had kept her eye on CC, who had been growing into a good friend since she joined The Delight a little over a year ago, and was grateful to see another woman stepping in to disband the two drunk men. The woman was stunning, with beautiful red hair, curves that Kat would have killed for, and a vintage style that suited her perfectly.

CC and the woman made their way over to the bar and Kat quickly fixed their drink orders.

"Oh, I enjoy enticing people." Kat responded with a seductive grin, leaning towards the woman and showing off her cleavage. "And CC's right, I do love putting on a show."

Kat could tell that CC was into the woman, Pearl her name was. And, while Kat didn't feel like her territory was being poached, she also didn't want to miss out on any fun that might soon occur. She heard CC whisper to Pearl about girls having fun together and couldn't help but smile to herself. CC was quickly learning the way of things around the ship. But Kat was damned if she would let the student surpass the master.

"You know what they say," she said, "two's company...three's a fuckin' party."

 

[SexyVita]

Pearl Parsons

Pearl flushed at CC’s words, half from excitement and half from embarrassment. “I…” she started then shut her mouth, not even sure she knew what she was going to say. Then when Kat piped in with her comment, Pearl’s blush deepened and she was momentarily adrift in a furious fantasy of the three of them on the dance floor, their bodies writhing against one another, wondering just how far they would be willing to go in public. She wanted them both in a way that was so dazzlingly primal it nearly took her breath away. The vision left her instantly wet. Still, Pearl was experienced at suppressing her fantasies.

Returning to the moment she still had no idea though how to answer the two women. The fact that she was even contemplating touching another woman in a sexual way, let alone two, made her flustered in a way she hadn’t been since high school. Beyond that, there had been something deliciously blatant about the way they had touched each other that had really made it exciting, more depraved. And Pearl wanted depraved… she’d been good all her life, and now she wanted what she’d been missing all those years. She gave the two women a glance that encompassed both of them. “I… need to start slowly. Can we start with a dance?”

 

[DrStein]

Logan stood at the upper deck by himself with his hands in his pockets. The glass walls let the moonlight in along with the sounds of the ocean but kept the winds at bay. He was grateful to be out at sea again. He never liked it when the Delight was docked in the US. He went ashore only when necessary, worried that any one of these days a cop was going to spot him and decide to act on one of those outstanding arrest warrants. Then again, it seemed appropriate for a man whose spirit guide was a known trickster.

He performed five nights a week. Tomorrow (or was it past midnight and thus technically today?) was Thursday and he was off for the night. Then a show every night through Sunday. Monday off. Then a show Tuesday and repeat. He would hold court at the pool tomorrow. It was his little ritual. From midday to dusk, he just lounged under a parasol nibbling on fruits and finger sandwiches and chatting up the guests. Some of the specialty workers stopped by and he would introduce them to the guests, talk them up, and generally do what he could to get another client for the Delight's signature service. On the last voyage he had managed to help Kat wrangle half-a-dozen clients alone. He had never spent a night with her himself, but understood that her reputation was well-deserved. In fact he would have bet money that she had someone in mind for her services right now, if she hadn't already dragged them back to her quarters.

He turned on his heel and headed back for his cabin. He'd play his acoustic for a while and then call it a night. He still had a lot of people to meet over the next three weeks.

 

[SimpleMan0306]

Dr. Alastair Haughman

Just after boarding, Dr. Alastair Haughman, complimentary champagne in hand, briefly wandered the promenade taking in all the sights and sounds. He had never been on a cruise before and was finding it all a bit over-stimulating. Not only was crush of humanity akin to his university's hallways after the bell had rung, but the grandeur of this welcoming deck outstripped even his wildest imagination. Umph... he grunted when someone jostled him, nearly causing him to spill the contents of his champagne flute on his delightful tweed jacket. For someone going on a cruise, Al was a bit dressed up for these modern times, what with his blue oxford shirt, conservative bowtie, ironed khakis and topsiders. However, dressing up when embarking on a journey was a lesson he had well learned from his father. And, he had been told, he pulled it off stunningly; the slightly anachronistic look combined with what his fiancee has once termed his deceivingly handsome looks produced a sex appeal all his own. But, let's not think about her. Not today...

He found his way to an elevator and took it to the floor where his ocean view balcony room was located. He smiled when he walked inside to find his suitcase sitting on a luggage rack, a towel twisted around to look like a monkey wearing sunglasses atop it. Taking a moment to hang up his clothes, he breathed in the fresh ocean air. Freedom..., though it was not the kind one typically sought. He rummaged around in the bottom on his backpack - a charming holdover from his undergraduate days - until he came up with the paperback he had brought specifically for the cruise. None other than Jules Verne's 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. He thought about beginning it (for the fifth time) whilst sitting on his balcony. But that thought vanished as he didn't want to be alone with his thought just this early in the cruise. Better to be around people just now...

Making his way to a poolside bar on the Lido deck, he donned his sunglasses and rolled up his sleeves, though his bowtie stayed in place. It was kind of his calling card. He confidently ordered a cuba libre, two limes, and took a sip when it arrived after discarding the little straw. He disliked straws. Then, swiveling around on his stool, he opened the book and began to read. He made it only several paragraphs in before he became distracted, once again, by the people. Well, if he was being honest with himself, not just the people, but the ladies. And there were plenty in various stages of swimwear or casual dress. A wry smile dawned on his dimpled cheeks, and he settled back against the bar. It was going to be a delightful trip.

 

[silkysylvia]

As I walked along the gangway, my heart was all aflutter as the nervousness of boarding a cruise ship for the first time was starting to hit me. Also to be alone was quite frightening in of itself. But, I was sure to make the best of this as I could. I mean, my parents were kind enough to book this cruise for me as a graduation present.

Stepping into the boat I was in awe of the extravagance as the large chandelier glimmered around the spiraling staircases and elaborate tapestry hanging. The shops were already busy with people milling about but I wanted to explore the ship first. I wanted to get to know the ship and all it's nuances before shopping or even settling into my stateroom. I looked forward to seeing my room as the brochure stated it was a room with a balcony.

I wandered around the ship, saying hello to all the smiling faces of the people who were vacationing along with some of the staff. I was glad to dress accordingly it seemed as others were wearing blouses and slacks and suits and hats whereas I wore a simple floral printed sun dress with wedge heels. I even splurged and bought some new and sexy underwear. Today I wore my sheer white panties and bra as this being my virgin voyage.

I planned on making the most of this trip and explore as much as I could. I had never been the adventurous type but perhaps traveling on my own will help me break out of my shyness a bit. We shall see.

Let's start with a drink perhaps. A nice sweet drink. A mango daiquiri sounds delicious. I walk to the bar and lean in, nodding to the two gentlemen seated at one end while I await acknowledgment from the bartender.

Having never been on a cruise ship before I didn't know what to feel or how I should feel, but something about this ship made me feel free, almost uninhibited. Now I know I had no idea what this ship was about and I'm sure my parents didn't have a clue either.

"Excuse me? But, can I get a mango daiquiri? Please?"

 

[SimpleMan0306]

Dr. Alistair Haughman

At some point during his second cuba libre Al noticed a very cute young woman in a floral print sun dress order a mango daiquiri. She smiled over at him with a nod, and he returned the greeting. She reminded him of so many of his students. And of spring, of course, that magical time of year when all the sun dresses, much like this young woman was wearing, appeared on the quad, gently blowing in the cool April breezes.

He took another sip of his rum, relishing the taste of the sweet and sour of the coke and lime. The brunette in the sun dress received her drink, complete with a little pink umbrella and all. She relaxed and took a sip. Al thought for a minute then decided, hey, why not? He walked casually over to where she was sitting, sipping on her daiquiri with just delicious looking lips.

He smiled at her when she noticed him, giving her his best non professorial grin. "Hi there. I couldn't help but notice your amazingly apropos frozen concoction there. Just like a Caribbean sunset." Al flushed a little at his own ridiculousness. Apropos! Concoction! How much more professorial could I get?! "I'm sorry" he smiled, "I hope that wasn't too awful. I'm Al, and if you couldn't tell, this is my maiden voy...err...my first cruise." He raised his glass in a minor salute to her.

 

[silkysylvia]

She took her drink in hand and proceeded to take a sip when she felt the eyes of one of the gentlemen she just said hello to watching her. Feeling awkward and not knowing what to do, she proceeded to stare straight ahead and sip her fruity drink.

She saw out of the corner of her eye the man standing and then walking towards her. Perhaps he just needed to head this way to go to his cabin. When he stopped beside me, I turned my head and smiled nervously. When he spoke, I was too nervous to fully understand his opening line but knew it had to do with my drink and nodded politely.

"Sylvia" she said as she raised her glass to clink when she noticed how handsome he was. She probably hadn't noticed him before because of her nervousness, but his striking facial features were quite obvious close up.

"Mine too!" she smiled nervously as she gazed into his eyes. Bringing the glass to her lips, she drank slowly as she peered at him over her glass. His suit and his style of dress were a bit stuffy for her, but his physical appearance of being fit was obvious behind it. He was a bit older than her, mid-30's she would guess.

Sylvia was not one to judge a person right away but one who waited to find out more of the true person behind the first impression. Of course, sexual and physical attraction was important to her as is it for everyone, but she took pride in her ability to get to know someone better before passing judgment.

 

[Sylnaeve]

CC had already been smiling but Kat's salacious comment and Pearl's reaction to it turned her expression into an epic naughty grin, complete with a brief appearance of her pink tongue licking over her top lip. The statuesque redhead paused before she spoke again and CC wondered if she was just trying to decide what to say or if she had to pull herself out of a fantasy caused by Kat's delicious all but invitation.

It sure got her thinking. God, the three of them together would be incredible. Panting and moaning together, bodies sweaty, cunts wet and gushing. She'd be between Pearl's legs feasting on her sweet slit while Kat twined her fingers in the older woman's hair and ground her sex into Pearl's blushing face...and then Kat would pull out a strap-on or a double-ender and ohhh...

CC blinked as Pearl spoke again, having faded out for a moment. "We sure can, Pearl." She leaned off of the bar and took one of Pearl's hands in her own, "You have such a great figure, you know? I can't wait to see you moving. I bet we'll get every person here panting."

She waved at Mason, "Maaason, Kat needs to help our lovely guest, but you can handle everything now, right?" Even if he couldn't, he wouldn't try to stop her from going. He wanted to see this as much as anyone else. "Just move the way the rhythm makes you want to," she said, "and do what you want. That's the rule here on The Delight, you know?"

The buxom brunette pulled Pearl with her onto the dance floor as a new song started thumping through Skinz. She immediately started to move; her own lush form twisting and bouncing just right in her scandalous dress. CC started out a few paces distant from Pearl, facing her, but soon closed the distance. She writhed only inches from touching the gorgeous guest and then leaned in just enough to brush her breasts against Pearl's and letting one hand slide over the older woman's hips and daring down her outer thigh. "You can touch me, if you want, Pearl. I'd love to feel it," she purred before pulling back a bit.

 

[SimpleMan0306]

Maintaining a nice personal sphere, Alistair sipped his beverage when she did, noting her smile over her glass. She seems quite pleasant! he thought.

"Sylvia! What a gorgeous name. And, of course, it befits you, sharing as you do the subtle natural beauty of a forest glade."

His finger twiddled with a shirt button - a nervous habit - as he thought about what to say next. Having worked up the courage to speak to an attractive young woman, he relished in the fact that he had actually done it, but realized that social conventions demanded he now carry on the rest of the conversation! He would not allow his creeping dread overtake him this time.

"Have you heard a lot about this ship?" he inquired politely. "The Delight. It's got a certain flair to it, I think. It's almost like a promise." As he talked, he relaxed and that became obvious as his stiff posture loosened. Despite a profession that often kept him buried in texts, he was actually somewhat extroverted. He got caught up in her gaze, so serene and mysterious. He wondered what her story was, what brought her here, who she was here with? But those more personal questions would be out of place just yet. There was plenty of time.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Desmond had boarded the ship with little fanfare, and it was doubtful that any of the people he passed on the way to his room were aware they were brushing shoulders with someone that was not worth more than the GDP of several small nations. The bellhop hurriedly rushing along behind him, bags in hand, was perhaps an indication of this, as were the expensive clothes he wore, though they consisted of little more than faded jeans which fit quite perfectly and a light button up shirt which was open down to his sternum. Beyond that, he seemed simply a man with some money, walking towards a first class cabin on a cruise ship. Which was how he wanted it.

This was an opportunity for him. His father had been dead for a year, the money finally released fully to him, and he no longer had the old bastard looking over his shoulder, judging his every move, quick to criticize anyone he was seen with or anywhere he went. The first thing he did was look into The Desire, a cruise ship he'd heard whispers about but had never truly investigated until recently. If what he had learned was true, then this was exactly the place he wanted to be. He was 28, not old by any means, but far older than he should be for the sexual experience he had. His father, and those that were paid by his considerable mountain of money, had watched him like a hawk even while at college, and while other guys were off fucking drug sorority girls, he was forced back to his off-campus house after a few drinks and a little flirting, lest his name end up in the paper as the recipient of a sloppy blowjob from a slutty college co-ed.

Because, after all, those were the things the New York Times was worried about.

But that was all past, now. This was his chance to let his wild side run free and see where it might take him. He had expectations, sure... who wouldn't? But as long as he avoided the dreaded possibility that nothing at all would happen, he'd be happy. And, if it took a couple voyages before he felt like he'd truly experienced what he wanted to, so be it. When you had enough money that you could almost literally build a bridge to the moon by laying dollar bills end-to-end, paying for first class trips on a cruise ship was about as much of a concern as buying a candy bar was for someone else.

Nearly to his cabin now, the sound of dropping luggage caused Desmond spin on his heel and find the bellboy fumbling with his luggage. Lips pursing, brow furrowing, he watched as the sweating man adjusted what he still carried and picked up the dropped bag, apologizing the whole time.

"Don't let it happen again," Desmond muttered, his following the man as he passed him and went to unlock the door to his room. It wasn't large by most standards, a hotel's first class room was exponentially larger, but space was a premium on a ship like this, and compared to some of the other cabins Desmond's room was practically enormous. He tipped the bellhop - though less than he would've had he not fucked up on the way - and closed the door behind him when he left.

Unpacking quickly, he showered and changed, the clothes he wore onto the ship the same ones he'd worn on the plane flight down, and he always felt the need to get clean after spending time on an airplane. Something about the stale air bothered him. Leaving his room a half hour later, he was dressed in pressed and fitted khakis and another mostly-open button down shirt, his feet in deck shoes. He didn't entirely know where to begin, but one of the nice things about having money - and there were many - was that you were rarely someplace you didn't belong. So, he figured he'd wander, grab a drink if he came across a bar, perhaps grab a girl if he came one that caught his eye. Eventually, he'd find himself somewhere, or with someone.

Let the adventures begin.

 

[SweetAsSuga]

Kat let the beat of the music carry her away. Out on the dance floor she could forget anything and everything. She had no need for words, instead letting her body do the talking. Watching as CC began dancing closer to Pearl, close enough to let the older woman reach out and touch her if she wanted to, Kat had a flash of memory. A flash that was not at all welcome. Shaking the image of bodies contorting in ways far from pleasurable out of her mind, Kat sidled up to the other two women, moving so that Pearl was between her and CC.

Not wanting to move to fast and scare Pearl, who struck Kat as a reserved woman, the young woman ran a gentle hand over Pearl's hip. Her fingers were light, caressing, inviting, letting Pearl know what could be hers.

She heard CC invite Pearl to touch her, the young woman's voice low and seductive. Even Kat wanted to jump her bones when she used that voice. She waited, wondering what Pearl would do.

 

[SexyVita]

Pearl Parsons

Pearl allowed CC to lead her out on the floor as Kat followed behind them. Just the touch of CC’s hand made Pearl’s heart beat faster. She could barely believe what she was doing. It might seem like nothing, just a harmless dance, but Pearl had no illusions about where the night would end. Before morning arrived, the three of them would be naked and coiled around each other, sweaty, wet, utterly spent, and completely satisfied. Despite knowing that, Pearl’s dancing started off a bit stiff, not that it wasn’t graceful, but it was reserved, held back, like everything else in her life. CC drew closer to her until they were almost touching and Pearl could sense Kat behind her as well. At almost the same moment, both of them reached out to touch her, CC on the left and Kat on the right. Their touch caused a bolt of lightning to sear into Pearl’s brain and ignited a fire in her pussy at the same time.

She reached out to place her hands on CC’s waist, reacting to the girl’s seductive tone. Her touch was tentative at first, but CC’s dress was sexier than if she’d been naked and Pearl’s hands slid down to her wiggling ass and caressed it, pulling CC tight against her. She could feel Kat’s warmth behind her and it made her wish that she had four arms and eyes on both sides of her head so that she could touch and watch both of them at the same time. Still, she did her best to include Kat by shaking her rounded ass against her. She could still feel both of their hands on her and wished only that they would go further, be even more bold and daring.

She leaned down to kiss CC, and the kiss was far more passionate than she had expected. Before she even realized it, her tongue was inside CC's mouth, which was so wet and inviting. Pearl imagined what CC's tongue would feel like against her pussy and it was almost unimaginable. Jack had certainly never attempted to please her that way, but she was certain that CC would be more than willing. Pearl was on fire…

 

[Sylnaeve]

CC cooed as Pearl's hands slid hesitantly over her waist. Her touch was nice, if a bit tentative, and her hands felt...strangely hot. Almost like Pearl was on fire inside. Maybe she was, in a way.

"Oh! Start slowly, my ass," she grinned as Pearl grabbed her cute little rump and pulled her closer, pressing their lush bodies together. God damn! She might start slow but she heated up fast!

The mouthy brunette was about to speak again when the older woman moved in an unmistakable way. CC caught Kat's eyes over Pearl's shoulder and raised her eyebrows in a visual gesture of pleased surprise before the redhead's hot, eager lips fell on hers.

CC slid her hands up Pearl's stomach as they kissed, her fingers just teasing the swell of the passenger's breasts through her clothes. Her lips were soft, hot, and almost desperately eager. The kiss deepened and her lips parted to let Pearl's tongue slide into her mouth. She sucked on it and her own pink tongue twined with it to taste the invader.

She gasped for air as the kiss broke, her cheeks flushed and her breathing heavier. CC knew Pearl could feel her chest heaving against her own but she was smiling. "Holy hell, Pearly, I could have creamed right here." It wasn't super far from the truth. CC was an exhibitionist; she loved to show off and be seen and she knew that almost every eye in the club must be on them right now.

CC licked her lips, "Lean back and give Kat some of that sugar, sweetie. You'll love what her lips can do."

 

[silkysylvia]

Feeling a little less inhibited, Sylvia asks Al if he would like to take walk around the boat to see where everything is. But before heading off, Sylvia orders another drink. Why not she asks herself. You're on vacation she tells herself.

"Shall we?" Sylvia asks after she gets her second mango daiquiri, offering out her arm to Al.

 

[SimpleMan0306]

Remain calm. "Of course," replied Al, a smile cracking his face, "I would love to accompany you on a walk." He took her arm, noting the silky smoothness of her skin and the light freckle the sun was bringing out. He delighted, too, on a baser level at the way her sun dress clung to the curves of her body as she turned. As they walked slowly around the upper lido deck, it began to get warm, and, for Al at least, mildly uncomfortable in his more formal wear. He suggested that they move downstairs somewhere air conditioned.

By the time they are ready to go, they have both polished off their drinks, and Al took the liberty of ordering them both another one before they headed off.


"Is there any place you need to go or would like to see?" he inquires. "There is so much on this boat that lies unexplored." He smiled over at her, loving the soft feeling of her skin on the part of his forearm that was exposed by his rolled up sleeve. His mind wandered briefly down an avenue full of soft skin and smooth bodies from which he quickly extricated himself, not wanting to ruin this moment by imagining moments that had not yet come to pass.

 

[SexyVita]

Pearl Parsons

Pearl could barely believe what she was doing. As CC had kissed her and caressed her through her dress, it seemed that Kat had pulled in closer, pressed tightly against her back. In response to CC’s words, Pearl leaned back to kiss Kat over her shoulder. It was difficult to manage and relied on the support of both other women to accomplish, but once done, Pearl gave herself over completely to the kiss, molding to Kat’s mouth and putting all her pent up desire behind it. The dancefloor itself had become more like a ring of spectators watching an unexpected wrestling match. Many had stopped dancing and were watching the three women intently, but Pearl didn’t care, in fact she reveled in it, turned on by her own unexpected exhibitionism. It seemed to her that she wouldn’t even care if CC and Kat were to strip her naked and take her right there on the dancefloor, but rather welcome it.

Pearl had heard rumors about this ship, that it catered to nearly any desire a passenger might have, for a price. She could tell that CC was excited too by their public display and she wondered how far the two girls would be willing to take things if she let them, and what it might cost her, both monetarily and socially. As far as she knew, no one on this ship knew her or Jack directly, but that hardly meant that tales or photos of any public indiscretions of hers might not make it back to those who did. But that was the sort of thinking that belonged to her boring, unsatisfying life, not the vibrant, pulsing life she was just beginning to explore here on the dancefloor with two beautiful and very willing women.

Righting herself after an extended and breathtaking kiss with Kat, Pearl leaned close to CC and whispered into her ear, over the sound of the pounding music. “Do whatever you want to me.”

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Desmond wandered somewhat slowly, in no rush to get anywhere because he had no real place to be. The sea air filled his lungs as he drifted across decks and past couples that were huddled together, whispering secrets to each other as lovers tended to do. It was the first time he'd been on a cruise ship, planes or the occasional yacht his typically preferred mode of travel, and he was not unhappy with the chance to move about a little on his own and get his bearings a little.

As he passed through an area with a pool and a nice bar, and he found himself coming upon yet another couple, although this one seemed to have far fewer secrets than many of the others he passed. She was, it appeared, just offering her arm to him for the first time, and not wanting to intrude on what appeared to be a growing moment between them, he simply nodded silently to them and continued his way through the ship, gaze floating out occasionally across the calm, dark waters.

In time, he found himself at the door to a club, the music reverberating through the walls, and his eyes skimmed across the word Skinz over the door. With a glance up and down the deck he was on, and finding it mostly deserted, he shrugged to himself and changed direction, moving into the club.

He was swallowed quickly by the music, the large club room darker and yet more forcefully lit than the rest of the ship he'd seen thus far. But there were people about, a good time apparently being had by all, and a long bar dominated one wall, which his eyes quickly picked out. He made a line for it, weaving around dancing and drinking couples and groups. When he arrived at the bar he leaned across, speaking his order, "Scotch, rocks!" into the bartenders ear when the man leaned forward. He nodded back when the other man nodded that he heard, and then Desmond turned and leaned back against the bar, letting his eyes survey the crowd as he waited for his drink.

In only a few short seconds, his gaze settled upon three women that were... dancing? It hardly seemed the word for it, but their bodies were clearly moving together, though the music seemed to be one that existed only between them and could be heard by no one else around them. His brows rose as he watched hands and mouths move and explore, surprised to have stumbled on something that so many around him hardly seemed to be noticing, and he only looked away when the bartender returned with his drink.

Fishing his room key out of his pocket, he showed it to the man so the drink could be charged to his room, and then he turned his back to the bar again, his eyes settling back on the moving threesome of Pearl, CC, and Kat, and as he took a slow drink of the scotch and felt the burn as it moved down his throat, he watched them over the rim of his glass, curious to see just how far these three planned to go in what was clearly an extraordinarily public place.