Diana’s Tales: Cruising

Disclaimer – All characters are 18 or older.

This story was written in collaboration with Diana R.
For those familiar with other editions of Diana’s Tales, then you already know what you are getting into if you proceed. This story (like all of Diana’s Tales) straddles the line between reality-based fiction and the ridiculous. Racial stereotypes abound. Promiscuity and infidelity are flaunted. If any of these are triggers for you, please find another tale more suitable to your palate.

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Diana’s Tales: Cruising Pt. 01

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“Welcome aboard the Pleasure Cruise, ma’am,” the concierge warmly said with a bright smile as I stepped onto the ship.
I looked around in wonder. The cruise ship was, as they say, a floating city, and its immense size overwhelmed my senses. Passengers were slowly making their way onto the ship, stopping to take pictures every few feet, hopelessly trying to capture the massive scale of the vessel and its luxuries they would call home for the next week.
“Are you travelling alone?” the porter asked as he transported my bags and led me toward my room.
“Yes, it would appear that I am a single woman this week,” I declared.
Truth be told, I was still steamed at my husband. We had been planning this vacation for almost a year, but he backed out at the last minute because “something” came up at work. We had already paid for the cruise, however, so I was going to be damned if I flushed the money completely down the drain, so I proceeded to take the vacation without him. I didn’t know anyone else on the cruise, but I was bound and determined to live it up and make him regret not going.
I love my husband, and he provides a good life for me, but he’s constantly away from home, and I have a high sex drive, so I have not always been the most faithful wife. My husband would be hurt if he knew the truth, but what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him, and I am always careful to protect him from my infidelities, although there have been a few close calls over the years.
Given my husband’s blatant preference of work over me, however, I was especially irked. My own anger only seemed to fuel my lust, and I was a cougar on the prowl. Maybe it’s my own insecurities, the last vestiges of vanity as I sought validation that men still found me desirable, but I found myself sizing up every man I passed along the way to my room, and I noticed that more than a few seemed to return my gaze.
It was an adults-only cruise, so everyone on the ship was 21 or older, although I noticed an inordinate number of seemingly college aged people as I followed the porter. I heard some of the younger people talking about how pumped they were for spring break week, and I realized that I must have coincidentally booked my cruise during college spring break.
I admit, I have a predilection for younger men. I’m 53 years old myself, but I think the heart always wants what it cannot have.
As we snaked our way through the ship’s corridors, I couldn’t help but notice the porter. He was a stout younger man, early 20’s and of Hispanic descent, although he barely had an accent. He had a well-developed physique and firm ass that his uniform couldn’t hide. I made a mental note that his name tag said Ramon.
“And here we are, ma’am,” Ramon announced as we arrived at my cabin. I unlocked the door, and he placed the bags in the room.
“Will you be requiring anything else, ma’am?” he asked politely.
“No, that’ll do for now,” I said as I handed him a tip. “Carrying bags around this ship must keep you in shape,” I said playfully.
“Thank you,” he blushed. “That it does, and if there’s anything I can do to make your trip more enjoyable, please just let me know,” he said as he bowed.
“I’ll be sure to do that,” I replied with a playful wink, my mind already imagining the naughty fun I would get myself into in the coming week.
After he left, I quickly unpacked my bags and changed into a breezy short cotton dress. I looked in the mirror, even though I tend to regret doing so these days. I’m a 53-year-old woman, and even though I’ve worked hard to maintain my 36C-29-35 figure, it’s painfully obvious I’m no longer a youthful beauty, although I’d like to believe that I’ve acquired some measure of elegance and grace along the way. I certainly don’t feel my age, although my short auburn hair owes as much to a bottle as it does my genes these days, but with age comes wisdom, or so they say.
As I stepped out of my room, a young couple was just arriving next door. Ramon was their porter as well, and he threw me a wink as he closed the door behind them and passed by me.
“Young k**s on their honeymoon,” he said with a chuckle. “Too young to be tying themselves down if it’s me, but to each his own,” he said as he disappeared down the hall, ostensibly to help the next set of passengers.
Feeling giddy with excitement, I went to do some exploration and seeking new adventures. I marveled at the seemingly endless options for food and activities on the cruise. I try hard to watch what I eat, but the various dining areas were a glutton’s paradise, and I scanned the endless array of games, shows, classes, and other activities the cruise offered.
As I made my way outside, the cool ocean breeze blew my dress up, revealing my thong underneath, although some young men got an eyeful of me and whispered about it amongst themselves afterward. I suppose I should’ve been embarrassed, but I’ve worked hard to maintain my figure, so I don’t mind showing it off sometimes. Besides, I was reminded, my husband wasn’t there, so he didn’t know what he was missing out on, anyway. I smiled at the boys, letting them know that I had caught them checking me out, and they seemed almost taken aback by my brashness. I laughed and then continued on my way, leaving those boys to pick their jaws up off the floor.
Later, I found myself feeling hungry, so I went to one of the restaurants on board. For the first time, I felt alone since I didn’t know anyone else on the boat. I figured maybe I would just order my food to go, but as I waited in the restaurant waiting area, I saw some familiar faces. The young men I accidentally flashed earlier that afternoon were standing only a few feet away.
By the look on their faces, I knew they recognized me, also, but I was feeling a little bold and frisky, so I went over and introduced myself.
“It seems we keep running into each other,” I said as I approached.
I suppose they feared I would berate them for leering at me earlier, so they were initially defensive as I approached, but their body postures relaxed after they saw my outgoing demeanor.
“It does seem that way. Maybe it’s fate,” one of them replied. “Would you care to join us for dinner?”
I looked over the three young men standing before me. They were easy to tell apart since one appeared Hispanic, one appeared Asian, while the other was a light skinned black man. They all had nice builds and looked in shape, if not outright athletic, standing between 5’10 and 6 feet tall and weighing around 180 pounds.
“As you said, maybe it’s fate. I would be delighted to join you young men,” I cheerfully replied.
During dinner, I learned that they were best friends on spring break from college. Javier was the Hispanic one, and it turns out his family was from Peru, although he was born in the US. Chan was also born in the US, although he was of Korean descent, while Nigel was half black and half white.
The cruise was all inclusive, which included alcoholic drinks, and they downed several rounds of beer while I took in more than a few glasses of wine. The conversation flowed as freely as the alcohol, and it inevitably took on flirty and bawdy tones.
“So, you guys caught me in a kind of awkward moment earlier today,” I said, reminding them of our initial encounter earlier that afternoon.
They all looked a little embarrassed that I broached the subject.
“It’s okay,” Javier finally responded. “It passed quickly, and, besides, it could happen to anyone. It wasn’t as bad as you imagine,” he assured me. “Besides, there’s ladies out at the pool showing off more than you did there.”
“Thanks, but I know no one wants to see an old lady like me exposed like that,” I responded, feigning modesty.
“Oh, we – “ Nigel stammered, unable, or maybe unwilling to complete his thought.
“He means, you may be a little older than us, but you’re still easy on the eyes,” Chan chimed in.
“A little older? I bet I’m older than your mothers,” I pointed out to them.
“What are you, early 40’s?” Chan guessed. “Our moms are all in their late 40’s. My mom turns 50 next year.”
“Don’t you know it’s not polite to ask a lady her age?” I gently scolded them as I realized I really was older than their mothers.
“So, what’s a nice lady like yourself doing on a big cruise all by yourself?” Javier asked.
“Well, I’m married, actually.” They pulled back in surprise and suddenly looked a little worried, looking around as if my husband might appear out of nowhere.
“So, where’s your husband?” Nigel asked.
“He decided work was more important than play, so he left me free to play by myself.”
“Oh,” my three young companions replied in unison.
“He wouldn’t be upset about you hanging out with us?” Chan asked.
“What exactly should he be upset about?” I replied. “Besides, he doesn’t care enough to be here, and what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him, right, fellas?”
I immensely enjoyed having dinner with my new friends, and I decided to have some extra fun by finding small opportunities to give them clear views down my top. I leaned over the table to reach for the salt and pepper. I let the dress strap fall off my shoulder and pretended not to notice as the top of my dress pulled down to just above my areola. I caught each of them sneaking glances, enjoying an eyeful of my breasts as we continued to drink and dine.
“You’re pretty cool for an older lady,” Javier commented.
“Thanks, I think,” I said with a laugh. “They say you’re only as old as you feel. Maybe it’s just wishful thinking, but at least I feel young at heart.”
“You’re cool by our standards. You can hang with us anytime,” Chan agreed.
“Do you guys have any plans for after dinner,” I asked as our meal wound down.
“We’re going clubbing,” Nigel offered up. “Would you want to check it out?”
Maybe it was the effects of the wine, but I was feeling plucky and decided to give it a shot.
“I’m here to try new things,” I cheerfully replied, wondering if I wasn’t biting off more than I could chew.
A few minutes later, we stepped into a large, darkened room. Loud pulsing music blared while strobe beams raced across and revealed slices of the room in brief glimpses.
My eyes slowly adjusted to the dim atmosphere, and I saw the floor was packed with bodies energetically bouncing in waves. It was certainly far different from any dancing I was used to, but the wine from dinner had me feeling warm and up for new challenges.
Even in the darkened environment, I was certain I was the oldest person in the room by at least 20 years. The room was teeming with college aged k**s living it up on spring break.
“Care for a turn on the floor?” Chan said as he held out his hand.
“I’d be delighted,” I shouted back, the loud music drowning out anything that resembled a normal talking volume.
Chan intrigued me. Truth be told, I had cheated on my husband many times, but I had never been with an Asian man. I don’t judge people by their skin color, and yet, I find myself attracted to men of other races. I suppose it is the allure of the unknown.
We found a small space on the crowded floor and Chan came almost uncomfortably close to me, although I welcomed his advances. It was just foreign to any dancing I had ever done before, although my dancing skills were limited to begin with anyway.
The next thing I knew Chan was basically grinding himself into me, although he wasn’t doing anything that much different from what everyone else was doing out on the floor. I decided to go with the flow as his hands started getting frisky and exploring my body.
His bulge rubbed up against me, and I could tell that he was enjoying himself. We shared a smile as I felt his hands slide down and cup my ass.
As a new song started, Chan took the opportunity to reposition himself behind me. Our bodies moved together to the beat as his hands raced across my front and explored. One hand fondled my breast while the other reached under my skirt.
I reached back and cupped his crotch, letting my hand rub against his hard cock as he gyrated his hips, grinding his crotch into me from behind.
I scanned the room, and I saw similar scenes all around as men and women were in their own little private worlds out there on the dance floor.
“You seem to be enjoying this judging by how moist your panties are,” Chan whispered in my ear.
“You seem to be enjoying it, also, judging by the bulge in your pants,” I answered.
We returned to Javier and Nigel after the song ended. I excused myself briefly to go to the rest room so I could remove my panties. I figured it would provide a nice surprise as I proceeded to take turns with Javier and Nigel out on the dance floor. Each one of them took the same liberties with my body as Chan had, and I enjoyed the feel of their hands all over me. It’s always gratifying to know that men, especially young men, still appreciate my body.
I enjoyed seeing the look of surprise on each of their faces as they reached under my skirt and realized they had an unobstructed path to my pussy, and I loved the feel of their fingers as they rubbed against my g spot and their fingers slipped inside my moist mound.
I ended up taking several turns with each on the dance floor. By the last rounds, I was becoming shameless, letting the top of my dress drop down and exposing my breasts so they could fondle and suckle on them in the middle of the crowd.
“Older woman, my ass,” Chan said after they’d all taken multiple turns with me. “I think you’ve worn us three out.”
“I’m flattered, but I’d like to thank each of you, personally, if you guys are up for a night cap,” I replied.
A few minutes later, I was back in their room as they stood in a small circle around me. Each of them was bottomless with their cocks out as I knelt on the floor and hungrily looked around, judging where to start.
“Since I’ve never actually tasted an Asian before, I think I’ll start with Chan,” I said as I took him into my mouth. My hands reached out to Javier and Nigel to jerk them off and keep them hard.
“Damn,” Chan sighed softly as I started sucking like a hoover on his cock.
He was so excited; he only lasted a few minutes before he exploded in my mouth. I swallowed his load clean and then said, “I think I’ll try Peruvian next,” as I turned to face Javier.
Just like Chan, he only lasted a few minutes
“Tasty,” I said as I savored the taste of his cum on my tongue, “but I think there’s still room for dessert. I do like my sweets. I’m thinking maybe a little chocolate mixed with vanilla cream.”
Nigel, who was half black, half white stepped forward. Javier and Chan sat idly by as I took on Nigel, enjoying the feel and taste of his cock in my mouth. My eyes darted to the side as I bobbed up and down on Nigel’s cock while Javier and Chan appeared transfixed by the sight of their friend taking a blow job.
Nigel succumbed in short order to my cock sucking prowess, and I was rewarded with another shot of ooey gooey creamy ejaculate on my tongue.
I sat back and wiped the cum off my lips and looked over my three new, now satisfied acquaintances. “Well, this has certainly turned into an eventful evening,” I remarked.
“You know, if you want to party and hang out with us anymore on this trip, you know, we’re down with that,“ Javier offered.
“Same,” Chan and Nigel agreed.
“It is much appreciated, gentleman, and I will definitely keep that in mind. I have a feeling maybe we haven’t seen the last of each other on this trip. After all, it’s only the first night. You gentlemen, take care,” I waved as I got dressed and left to return to my cabin.
As I got back to my cabin, I heard my newlywed neighbors in the throes of passion, and it brought a smile to my face to be reminded of young love when everything is lust and passion. Then I remembered how I was returning from my own sexual adventures, and I couldn’t help but feel proud that I still retained a youthful passion and enjoyed sex, as opposed to so many of my girlfriends who had seemingly grown frigid over the years. Nevertheless, between the dancing and the night cap, I was worn out but satisfied, and I was looking forward to a nice, peaceful sleep as I entered my room and retired for the night.

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I slept in the next morning, waking up to the bright morning sun coming through the cabin’s window. The brightness stabbed my eyes, and I closed them again as my mind drifted back to the memory of sucking off my three new friends the night before as my hands drifted down to finger my pussy.
I was sleeping naked, and I couldn’t help but imagine them double and triple teaming me. I was deep in my fantasy and furiously rubbing away at my mound when I heard a loud gasp.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” a young man black man apologetically said as he stood in my room, only a few feet away. He backed away as I pulled the covers over my body and called out to the intruder.
“Hey! Come back here this instance!” I screamed at the obvious invasion of my privacy. I had every intent to report him to the cruise authorities.
The stranger reappeared, sheepishly looking away and avoiding my punishing gaze.
“Please, I knocked on the door and announced myself, but I heard no response, so I entered the room,” he apologized profusely.
“Announced yourself? Who are you? How could you even access my room? And why did you access my room?” I demanded to know, still indignant over the blatant invasion of my privacy.
“I’m the housekeeping. There was no “do not disturb”, so I knocked and announced myself before entering. I guess you were, ahem… distracted or could not hear, and then, well, you know.”
Then I noticed he was dressed just like Ramon, the porter who had brought my bags to my room, and I suddenly felt like a jerk. I groaned in frustration at myself as I realized he must be a cleaner, someone in charge of turning rooms around like a hotel maid. It occurred to me I never placed a “Do Not Disturb” sign on my door, so maybe he really was just doing his job.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. You really were just trying to do your job, weren’t you?”
“Please don’t report me, ma’am. I don’t mean any trouble.”
I looked at him completely differently now. No longer blinded by my anger, I saw that he was actually a nice-looking young man. He was younger, probably about the same age as all the college k**s on spring break. He was beyond polite to the point of being fearfully apologetic for our misunderstanding.
“Could you please close the door behind you so that no one can see me. I’m still not dressed,” I instructed him.
“Of course, ma’am,” he replied, almost jumping out of his shoes to appease me.
“No, stay, please,” I called out as he started to leave and close the door behind him. I wanted to apologize more properly to him. Now that I realized how badly I overreacted, I wanted him to understand that our sour encounter was entirely my fault.
“I don’t know if this is appropriate,” he said as he closed the door behind him.
“It’s okay. I feel bad. I didn’t mean to berate you for doing your job. I was completely at fault. I feel like I should make it up to you.”
“Please, I mean, I’m here now. If you want, I can tidy up your room real quick and then be out of your way.”
“Just relax,” I reassured him. “I trust we don’t need to let anyone know about our little misunderstanding this morning and that we can just keep it between us.”
“Of course,” he replied, seemingly relieved that I would not report him to his management.
Now that the situation was defused, I realized that even with the shock of being interrupted, my pussy was still wet in arousal. I had not been able to finish rubbing it out, and as I continued to study his appearance, I found him more than attractive. He was almost 6 foot even and 180 pounds of solid muscle. Unlike Nigel last night who was of mixed race, the man currently standing in my room was unabashedly black as coal.
I still had the covers pulled up to cover my naked body, but one of my hands drifted down and began to finger my pussy again under the blanket as I lay before him. I knew it was probably a desperately bad decision, but I was horny, and, as they say in sports, sometimes the best ability is availability.
“Come here,” I whispered as I let the blanket drop down while my hand motioned him to come closer.
He gasped as my breasts were revealed to him and he caught sight of my other hand still fingering my mound.
“So, you promised me we’d keep this all between us, right?” I asked him.
His eyes grew wide as saucers as he slowly nodded his head.
“Good, because I could use a little help with something. What’s your name?”
“Felix.”
“Good morning, Felix. I’m Diana,” I said, as I laid back down on the bed and spread my legs before him. Using both hands, I spread my pussy wide open for him. “How long do they give you to clean each room?”
“About 10 minutes,” Felix softly replied, his eyes glued to my body.
“Instead of spending the time on the room, how about spending those ten minutes on me,” I offered.
It was as if a light bulb went off in his head, and he sprang into action. Within seconds, he kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants to the floor. He was well hung, and I was gratified to see he was turned on by me. The next thing I knew he jumped on top of me, and my body shivered as his cock pushed up against my drenched pussy.
“That’s it big boy. Please. Don’t keep a woman waiting. I’m ready for you,” I said as he mounted me.
He smiled as his hand reached down and he inserted himself into me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of his cock spreading my labia. The head of his cock slowly entered me, and then he plunged the rest of his member in one quick thrust.
His face softened and turned into a quiet confidence as he realized I wasn’t playing a trick on him.
“Please,” I urged him. “I need a good hard fuck.”
If there was one thing I knew about Felix by this point, it’s that he knew how to follow directions. He began fucking me with youthful vigor, the headboard slamming against the wall as he pounded my body into the mattress.
His cock sawed into me, and it felt as if the tip of his member was reaching my cervix. My eyes nearly went to the back of my head as his cock plowed the depths of my pussy, instantly filling a need that my fingers couldn’t meet. I was tense with excitement and anticipation, still nursing my arousal from when I was masturbating before he entered my room, but his cock turbo charged me, sending me through the roof, and I felt unable to control my own body and reactions. My muscles tensed up, and I wrapped my legs around my young lover to hold on as he relentlessly pounded me with forceful thrusts. My fingers dug into his back, almost ripping through the fabric of the uniform shirt he was still wearing.
“Oh God!” I screamed. “That’s it. That’s what I need. Please don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I begged him.
My words of encouragement seemed to have the desired effect as he grew emboldened to ride me even harder and faster. I wanted to be fucked hard, and he delivered.
He bucked wildly, pumping his cock into me, each thrust feeling as if his cock penetrated deeper than the last and feeling as it if reached parts of me that had never been touched before. I was already edging hard when Felix dipped his head down. His mouth clamped down on my breasts, and this last bit of stimulation propelled me over the finish line.
I was as if I was having an out of body experience, as if my body was going limp, yet I was energized, all at the same time. I closed my eyes, feeling almost as if I might pass out from the intensity of my orgasm while I struggled to keep my breath as he impaled himself inside me and shot his load, his warm seed firmly implanted inside me.
My body almost felt like it was paralyzed, unable to move as Felix pulled out of me, his black cock glistening in my juices and his cum as he hurried to grab his clothes.
“I’ve got to get to the next room,” he said ruefully. “You never know when my boss will walk through to check up on me.”
“Maybe you can fix up my room tomorrow morning again,” I said hopefully, still basking in the glow of my orgasm.
“You can count on it,” he promised me.

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We were ported in Puerto Rico, and I wanted to spend the day exploring the local beaches. I cleaned myself off, making sure I was presentable after my morning fuck session, and then I gathered the things I would need to spend the afternoon on the beach.
I went through my swimwear, determined to pick the sexiest swimsuit I could find. When I had packed for the cruise, I was still mad at my husband for canceling last minute, so I packed some of my sexiest outfits and clothing for the trip. I put on a thong bikini and then a wore a beach dress to cover myself up while going between the beach and the boat.
I work hard to maintain my body, and I’m proud of the fact that, even though I’m 53 years old, I still have the same figure I did when I was in my 20’s. I know there are some guys who may be turned off by seeing an older woman like myself dressed in a skimpy bikini, but experience has also told me that there are plenty of men out there who still find me attractive. Quite honestly, I still enjoy the attention, especially from the younger men.
The weather was pleasant and breezy as I made the half hour walk from the San Juan port to the Escambron beach. The sky was a deep blue with barely a wisp of a cloud in the sky, and the ocean waters were clear as the waves gently lapped against the sandy shore. There was plenty of room still on the beach, and I found a nice spot where I spread out my towel and laid out for a tan. I had a good steamy romance novel, and I quickly made my way through its pages while I soaked in the sun.
The lovemaking scenes in the romance novel made me highly aroused though, and I became moist and desperately wanted to touch myself between my legs, but I didn’t want to be so lewd with dozens of people in close proximity. I put down my book, afraid that I couldn’t resist the temptation to openly masturbate if I continued reading. I sat up so I could cool off for a few minutes while I took a look up and down the beach. I recognized a few faces that I’d seen on the ship, but otherwise, there appeared to be a mix of locals and tourists enjoying the ocean and the sand.
“Excuse me, senora,” a voice called from behind.
I turned around and saw a young man with a cooler holding forth an iced water. “Water for $1,” he said.
I realized I failed to bring a drink or any snack with me. “Sure, I’ll take one,” I decided.
“You are from the mainland,” the young man asked as I fumbled through my bag looking for cash.
“I am. I came on the cruise ship. I’m just here on a day’s excursion. You live here, I take it,” I replied, happy to make small talk as I handed him the money.
“I was born and raised here,” he proudly answered. He had a thick Spanish accent, but his English was still easily understood.
“It’s a beautiful island. You’re lucky. It’s like living in paradise.”
“It is like anything else in life. There is good and bad. It is beautiful, yes, but we have many problems. Jobs are scarce. Life is becoming hard over here. Many people are leaving for the mainland.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” I replied.
“I have been walking all morning. It is very nice talking to you. Do you mind if I sit for a few minutes to rest?”
“Please do. I am Diana, by the way. And you are?”
“Miguel. So, what brings you to our island?”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miguel. And I came to see your beautiful beaches and scenery. This is far different than where I come from.”
“What do you do on the mainland?” he asked me.
“I am retired, but I used to be a college guidance counselor.”
“Retired? You don’t look old enough?” His face showed his surprise at my admission.
“Why thank you, but I did retire early. How old are you?”
“I am 19. I would like to go to college, but my father passed away a few years ago. I have to help make money for my mother and my siblings, so I sell these waters in the afternoon, and then I work in a restaurant in the evenings.”
I still felt the arousing effects of the romance novel. I had chosen the novel because it was about an American woman who visits the Dominican Republic and ends up in a steamy relationship with a local while on vacation. There were enough parallels between the story I was reading and my own current situation, that I started looking at Miguel in a different light. I wondered if my life could mirror the story I was reading, just substituting PR (Puerto Rico) for DR (Dominican Republic).
There’s something liberating about being in a foreign land. I was almost anonymous. Back home, I was a married woman, but here, no one knew me, and no one back home would know if I partook in some indiscretions. I had already taken advantage of that fact on the cruise a few times, obviously, but I was wondering if maybe this wasn’t another opportunity.
“Do you have a girlfriend, Miguel?” I asked, as I sought to explore the possibility.
“No, I am always working. Besides, I have no money. The girls, they want a sugar daddy,” he said with a laugh.
“You’re a catch,” I said with a wink, curious to test if he would flirt back.
“I am the fish that gets thrown back when caught on a hook. No one wants me.”
“I think you’d be surprised.”
His ears perked up as he seemed to finally catch my signals.
“What are you saying?” he asked cautiously.
“If it were me, I don’t think I could keep my hands off you.”
He eyed me curiously, trying to gauge if I was serious.
“You are just toying with me to make me feel better. You don’t really mean it,” he finally responded.
“Do you want me to prove it?”
“And how would you do that?” he scoffed. “We are in the middle of a public beach. There are people all around. There is no privacy.”
“Take off your shirt, empty your pockets, and then follow me,” I said with a wink as I stood up. “Leave your things here. It is safe.”
I took his hand and led him into the water. The sand turned from warm and dry to wet and cool as we waded out into the surf. The waves were softly rolling in and crashing into the shore before ebbing back into the sea.
Most of the beachgoers seemed content to lay out in the sun. There was a volleyball game going on down the way, and there were some lovers strolling up and down the shoreline, but there wasn’t anyone within 50 feet of us. When we’d gone far enough, I sat down on the sea floor, and the water reached up to just above my chest, rising to just below my chin at the wave crests.

“Sit down in front of me,” I told Miguel. He looked a little confused, but he followed my direction.
As the ocean breeze blew inland, the soft roar of the waves lapping against the shore and drowned out any other voices. We were almost secluded in our own little world just a few dozen feet into the ocean. We turned our backs to the beach and faced out to the endless sea.
I had my arms and legs wrapped around Miguel from behind, spooning his body as we faced away from the beach out to the ocean.
“It’s amazing to think how far the ocean stretches, isn’t it,” I marveled am my hands reached under the water to Miguel’s trunks.
He jumped a little as my hand slipped inside his trunks and my fingers wrapped around his penis.
“Why don’t you lower your swim trunks,” I suggested as I rested my chin on his shoulder and lightly kissed the side of his neck.
He quickly complied, giving me easier access to his manhood.
“There, just like I promised. I told you I didn’t think I could keep my hands off you,” I said with a cheeky grin.
Miguel nervously looked around, but he seemed to calm down as he saw there was no one nearby. The rest of the beach crowd seemed oblivious to our presence as they played in the water or sunned themselves on the beaches. His cock quickly grew hard in my grip, and I slowly pumped his cock in slow, measured strokes as he leaned his head back into me.
“Are you sure this is safe?” he asked, obviously still nervous.
“I can stop if you’d prefer,” I offered.
“No, no, I think it’s okay. I can keep an eye out.”
My other hand pulled down the top of my bikini, revealing my breasts, although they remained under the water level. Miguel turned in surprise as I pressed my naked chest against his back and rubbed my nipples against his skin.
“Would you like to touch them?” I invited him as he looked down to my chest. He half turned to face me, and then his hand slowly came over to caress my breasts. I smiled and sat still as he fondled me while I inhaled deeply.
At one point, the ocean level dipped low enough between the wave crests that my breasts were revealed, but I was still turned away from the shore, so I don’t think anyone noticed. Or at least I hope they didn’t.
Miguel’s hands played with my titties as I continued jerking him off.
“Who are you?” Miguel asked in disbelief.
“What do you mean?” I responded, somewhat mystified since I felt we had made a real human connection.
“I mean, I’m not complaining, but why did you pick me? We just met. I’m nothing special. I can’t offer you anything.”
I laughed heartily. “You’re offering me plenty enough,” I replied as I gripped his cock even tighter. “I’m only here for a few hours before my cruise takes off. I don’t expect we’ll ever see each other again, but that’s part of the beauty of this, isn’t it? Two strangers creating a memory, sharing a secret, that we’ll recall fondly for the rest of our lives. I’m quite enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“It is like a dream,” Miguel admitted, finally relaxing again.
“I’m a woman who enjoys sex. I like bringing satisfaction to men, especially young men such as yourself. I like you well enough, but I don’t fancy this is anything outside of a random hook up. It’s quite romantic, though, in some sense, isn’t it? Me, the older American woman, just lying on the beach all alone, reading her smutty and trashy romantic novel when a strong young man comes along to bring her romantic book to life. And you, the young upstart enterprising Puerto Rican man enchanted by a mysterious older woman into a romantic interlude on the beach.”
I continued jerking off Miguel under the water as his body stiffened and he leaned his shoulder on mine for support. The water was clear enough, and I saw his cum shoot forth, the string of semen floating in the water for an instant before quickly washing away with the next wave rolling by.
“Thank you,” Miguel said softly. “Is it alright if I kiss you?”
I laughed at his innocence. “I just jerked you off and you’ve been fondling my breasts and slipped a hand to my pussy, and you’re worried if I’d let you kiss me.”
I leaned over and we shared a long romantic kiss.
“I guess it turns out this story has a happy ending,” I said as we broke the kiss.
“You were right,” Miguel told me.
“About what?” I wondered.
“This is a beautiful thing. Two strangers creating a memory, sharing a secret, that we’ll recall fondly for the rest of our lives.”

*****
Cruising Pt. 03

*****

It was long past midnight when Javier, Chan, and Nigel finally left my room after our evening of debauchery. They thanked me profusely as they left, which I found odd since it amounted to thanking me for being a slut, but their hearts were in the right place. As they left, however, my newlywed neighbors were returning to their room at the same time. They saw three young men leaving my room and caught a glimpse of me naked, and they could draw only one logical conclusion. Nigel quickly closed the door behind him, although I wondered what kind of side eye I would draw from them the next time we crossed paths.
Nevertheless, I was exhausted from the night’s extra-curricular activities, and I crashed and slept like a baby the whole night. In the morning, Felix paid me another visit, and I eagerly accepted another fuck session with him. Luckily, I had taken a shower right before bed, so I had washed the cum and the stench of sex from my body before Felix mounted me and left my pussy dripping with another load of cum.
After Felix left, I quickly freshened up and headed out to seek new adventures. I realized that the cruise was quickly ending, and I wanted to make the most of the time I had left.
As I emerged from my quarters and stepped out onto the deck, the beautiful views of Cozumel filled my sight. White sand beaches with crystal blue waters awaited just down the shoreline. Off in the distance, mountains filled the skyline. I took in a deep breath of the salty air, the ocean breeze refreshingly cool against the warm sun, and I reveled in the picture-perfect environment.
I had considered taking an excursion to one of the Aztec ruins, but after yesterday’s fuckfest with Javier, Chan, and Nigel, I decided that a more laid-back activity was in order. A vacation should be relaxing, after all, so I made arrangements with the cruise concierge to rent myself a cabana at a private beach nearby, thinking I could work on my tan a bit, but otherwise relax in the shade and sip on mimosas and tequilas as I tried to finally finish reading my book. I did note to myself that I had established a clear trend whereby every time I read more than a few pages, I ended up having sex very shortly after. I couldn’t discern how much of this was due to my own arousal while reading the sex scenes in the book and how much was coincidence.
An hour later, I was following the concierge at a private resort right on the beach.
“Senora, if you please,” the concierge said as he pulled aside the curtain on a cabana. “We are a private resort, and this is a private beach. This is your private cabana right here on the beach with a beautiful view of the water, and you are welcome to enjoy it for the entire day. There are coolers for food and drinks. The beach, as I said, is private, so you will not be surrounded by throngs of people like on the public beaches. We have other guests, of course, but it is a much nicer experience. And, if you need a little more privacy, to change clothes, to nap, or just to hide from the sun, whatever the reason, you can pull this curtain across, and completely open up or close off your cabana space as needed. If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to call. You have the app installed on your phone. You can contact us through there, and we will be here in a moment’s notice to serve your needs. Please, enjoy and welcome to Cozumel.”
“Thank you,” I said as I handed him a tip. “It’s been an eventful week. I’m looking forward to a relaxing day on the beach here.
I settled down into a lounge chair that leaned back almost flat, and soon I was transported to the lusty deeds of my romance novel. I could easily relate to the book’s general sentiment. The protagonist was an American visiting the Dominican Republic on holiday. She was recently divorced and looking for a spark, the toll of her bitter separation weighing heavily on her. While on holiday, she ended up in a steamy love triangle.
The sex scenes in the book were explicit (a real “bodice ripper” as my husband would jokingly refer to my trashy romance novels), and I found myself feeling aroused as I read page after page. I imagined myself back in the waters with Miguel in Puerto Rico. I had surreptitiously brought him to orgasm in the water as other beachgoers frolicked around us, but I regretted not being able to climax myself in the moment.
As I leaned back in the chair, my fingers slipped inside the waistband of my bikini bottom. The sound of the waves softly and hypnotically splashing against the shore lulled me into a trance.
“Excuse me, Senora, is everything alright?” a young man with a Spanish accent said.
I sat up and locked eyes with a young Mexican man. He looked apologetic, but his gaze was transfixed on me.
“Senora, I am sorry, I thought, I heard noises, I thought maybe you are in pain, I didn’t know, I -. “ His voice trailed off, his words failing him, but he didn’t turn away. His eyes kept scanning up and down my body, and I admit, I must have made for quite a sight, with my bikini bottom pulled down, legs splayed, and my hand furiously rubbing away on my mound.
I remembered how Felix had walked in on me that first morning on the cruise. I had reacted badly, incorrectly assuming he was an intruder, and the lessons from that episode were still fresh in my mind. I had acted like a jerk, and I was determined not to be a “Karen” about it this time around. Besides, that first awkward encounter with Felix had worked out to my advantage. I was just as horny this time again, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I could strike gold twice.
“Hold on,” I said, holding my hand in the air. “You were just doing your job. There’s no need to apologize.” I was naked in front of this young stranger. Although it wasn’t planned, it wasn’t entirely unwelcome, either. The excitement stirred my juices, and my other hand began to finger myself again right in front of him. His eyes darted down as he realized I had resumed openly masturbating myself.
“I am all alone here. It might be nice to have some company,” I hinted strongly.
“I-I cannot fraternize with the guests. It’s against my job code, company policy. I-I could get in trouble.” He stuttered in nervousness, but the gaze of his eyes and his dispassionate tone as he recited the company line told a different story. He liked what he saw, and he wanted to stay, but he just didn’t want to get in trouble over it.
“You don’t have to do anything,” I assured him. “We’re just two people talking, right?” I pointed out as I let a finger slip inside me.
“I guess - maybe that is alright,” he conceded as his eyes continued to take in my body.
“What is your name?” I asked him.
“Jorge.”
“Do you like older women, Jorge?”
I undid my bikini top and let it drop to the floor.
“Si, seniorita,” Jorge answered after a long pause.
I pulled the finger out of my pussy, raised it to my lips and seductively licked off my juices.
“I don’t want you to get in trouble, but it’s such a bore just playing all by myself. If I’m going to put on a show, it’s always nice to have someone to watch who appreciates my efforts.”
“I am appreciating it,” Jorge confirmed, his eyes nearly bulging out of his sockets.
I laughed as I spread my legs wider, and then inserted two fingers into my vagina and wiggled them around as Jorge watched on in fascination.
“Jorge, there you are,” a new voice proclaimed as he spotted Jorge before catching a glimpse of me spread out naked and furiously rubbing away. “Whoa, mamacita!” the new visitor exclaimed.
I was so turned on by this point, I didn’t even make any attempt to hide or apologize for my lewd behavior. In for a penny, in for a pound, or so they say. I leaned back, laying almost flat on the chair as my fingers pumped in my pussy while my thumb rubbed my clit for a few seconds, letting my new visitor have a good look at my shaved pussy.
The new visitor was another young Mexican dressed in the same resort worker uniform as Jorge.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I seem to have pre-occupied Jorge’s attention,” I called out to my new voyeur. “You can stay, also if you like.”
“Oh man, is this for real?” the new guy asked in stunned disbelief, his jaw dropping to the floor.
“I think so,” Jorge replied. “Either that or I’ve gone to heaven.”
“It’s not heaven; it’s Cozumel,” I laughed. I knew my conduct was completely inappropriate, but I was so turned on as I displayed myself for my young audience, that I just couldn’t help myself. By now, I was furiously rubbing away on my mound, spreading my legs ever wider so that they would have a clear view of my pussy. My other hand pinched and played with my nipples. I was staring at my young admirers, but I knew my eyes were glazing over, almost as if I was falling into a trance as I surrendered to my arousal.
And then three more young men burst onto the scene.
“Hey, we were looking for you guys, let’s go grab some lunch before – hey yo – “ one of them shouted, breaking mid-sentence as he spied what was pre-occupying his compadres. The five guys now taking in my masturbation session were almost clones of each other. Around 20 years old, about 5’7, slender build, and Mexican heritage. I couldn’t help but wonder if there an assembly line just manufacturing handsome young Mexican men right behind my cabana given the way they seemed to magically appear every few seconds.
They started talking amongst themselves in Spanish. Luckily, I spoke conversational Spanish, which came in handy when I used to be a college guidance counselor, although I can only assume they didn’t think I could understand their conversation.
“Ella sabe que estamos aqui, verdad?” “She knows we’re here, right?”
“A ella le gusta que la miren.” “She likes to be watched.”
“Y nos gusta mirar.” “And we like watching.”
“Yo, podriamos meternos en problemas.” “Yo, we could get in trouble.”
“No estamos hacienda nada. Estamos parados aqui.” “We’re not doing anything. We’re just standing here.”
“Es su cabana privada.” “It’s her private cabana.”
“Oh Jesus,” I cried out as I became consumed by my arousal. I looked around the room, individually sharing a gaze with each of them as I scanned the room.
“Ella es una mujer mayor.” “She’s an older woman,” one of them commented, still in Spanish.
“Eso es un poco sexy.” “That’s kind of sexy.”
“Un poco? Jesus, mataria por follarme ese cono.” “Kind of? Jesus, I’d kill to fuck that pussy.”
“Esta borracha?” “Is she drunk?”
“Puedo entenderte.” “I can understand you,” I said aloud in clear Spanish between heavy breaths. “You can direct those questions to me if you’re really that curious.”
They were all taken aback, clearly jarred by the realization that I understood the entire conversation.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean – this is all a strange situation, and I don’t know how to act,” Jorge replied in English.
“It’s alright, I’m – Oh God.” I was falling into delirium, quickly hurtling past the point of no return. My finger probed my vagina, my nails scr****g along inside me, hitting every aroused nerve as I writhed on the chair, coaxing every ounce of pleasure from my body.
I cried out in pleasure, probably louder than I intended. There was no one in sight outside my cabana, but I had no idea if there was any one within earshot of the sides that were curtained off.
I was approaching my climax, and I curled up into a fetal position, although I kept my hands on my pussy, my legs squeezing against my hand still probing my pussy. I grunted, half in frustration that I hadn’t climaxed yet, half in pleasure from edging so hard.
“Is she okay?” one of my voyeurs asked, now speaking in English since they knew I understood their conversation, anyway.
“It almost sounds painful,” another one added.
“Fuck, that’s hot. I’ve never seen a woman masturbate before,” Jorge chimed in.
I was almost hyperventilating, my breath short and heavy, as my body writhed and I let out a primal scream, the orgasm pouring out of my body as my voyeurs covered their ears from my piercing screams.
“What is going on here?” An older stout Mexican woman asked in a stern voice as she suddenly appeared, standing behind my cadre of young admirers. She looked at them and then looked down at me with disdain.
“What is the meaning of all this?” she demanded to know. She was dressed in a uniform similar to all the young men, although hers had extra adornments clearly meant to indicate she was of a higher rank.
My onlookers were all frozen, unable to speak, clearly fearful for their jobs after getting busted for inappropriate behavior. I quickly switched gears, however, and tried for a hail Mary to salvage their jobs and save them from any punishment. And maybe also to save myself from the public embarrassment. I pulled my hand back from my pussy but continued to writhe on the chair and moan and groan loudly. They say it’s a thin line between pleasure and pain, and I tried to blur those lines and use it to my advantage.
“I was - trying to change – then I don’t know – something – my back, the pain just shot up my spine – “.
I spoke haltingly in tense bursts between deep breaths. Truth be told, I was pulling this farce as much to save myself as to save them. I figured maybe if she actually bought off on my act, it could save me some embarrassment. Worst case, maybe I get kicked out of the resort.
The lady’s facial expression immediately softened. “Oh my God, you poor woman, please, you need help.”
“It’s okay, I think it’s finally getting better,” I replied. “They heard me in pain, but they saw me in a state of undress, and I think they were unsure, not wanting to do anything inappropriate when I was unclothed.”
“Do you need us to call medical attention?” the lady persisted.
“I don’t think so. I think a muscle was just knotted up, but I think it is finally receding.” I feigned another painful muscle spasm as I let out another series of painful grunts and moans. I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe I was playing it too over the top, although the lady’s sympathetic look told me I was hitting all the right notes.
“Oh, you poor thing, let’s get you covered up,” she said as she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me. “Why didn’t you guys think of that?” she admonished all the young men. “She is a lady. You need to preserve her dignity.”
She looked down at the wet spot in the chair fabric after I adjusted my position.
I saw her staring, and I apologized, “I’m sorry. I was in so much pain, I think I must’ve temporarily lost control of my faculties and maybe peed a little. I can pay for any damages,” I insisted.
“Nonsense. Are you sure we don’t need to call a doctor?”
“No, this is all quite embarrassing enough as it is. I will be fine. My pride is hurt more than anything else,” as I pretended to struggle to sit up and gather up my clothes. “I think the muscle spasm is past. I know how this may have appeared, but I assure you, your employees were nothing but respectful and exemplary.” Which was true enough. I wasn’t about to vouch for my own behavior, but the less said about that, the better.
“Are you sure you do not want medical attention.”
“No, I must insist,” I replied. “This is all quite embarrassing enough as it is. I could just die. I’d appreciate it if maybe we could just not make mention of it and pretend as if it never even happened.
“Yes, senora. Of course, we value your privacy, and we pride ourselves on our discretion. Please, rest assured that no one will speak of what happened here outside of this cabana.”
“Thank you. It is most appreciated,” I said as I sighed heavily, thinking how easily things could have turned out disastrously.
“Please, just take it easy and relax here. Jorge, get our lovely guest some water, please. The rest of you, get back to work.”
When the lady’s head was turned away, I gave them a knowing wink, and they smiled back and threw me a small appreciative wave as they quickly s**ttered to the wind.


******

I awoke refreshed but saddened to know it was my last day on the cruise. Felix visited me one last time that morning, and I gave him a special blow job as a goodbye present of sorts. I savored the taste of his cum on my tongue. I stuck my tongue out at Felix as he left my room for the last time so he could see the large glob of cum he left in my mouth.
“It’s something to remember me by,” he smiled as he waved goodbye while I swallowed his load clean.
I knew I was unlikely to ever see anyone from the cruise ever again, so I figured, what the hell. I put on a light sundress, but I wore nothing else except for some sandals. The dress wasn’t really sized correctly, so it afforded easy views down my top.
As I exited my room, the newlywed groom next door was leaving at the same time.
“Good morning,” he said. “My name is Will. I don’t think we’ve formally been introduced.”
“Will. Pleased to meet you,” I said as we shook hands. “I’m Diana.”
“Are you on the cruise alone?” he asked.
“I am, although I’ve managed to make some friends as I think you and your wife have noticed.”
“I had noticed. There were three of them the other day,” he added cautiously.
“Mmm – that was fun,” I replied devilishly.
“How - if you don’t mind my asking – how does that even work?”
“Oh, poor c***d, I’d love to show you, but I don’t think your wife would approve,” I said with a wink as I left him standing there speechless.
It was breezy on the main deck as we cruised through the open water, and the hem of my short sun dress seemed to be constantly getting caught in the wind, flashing clear views of my pussy and ass to everyone around.
I saw the stares from the guys, and more than a few girlfriends and wives openly admonished their significant others for leering at me a little too blatantly.
I ran across my friends Chan, Nigel, and Javier while getting lunch, and I spent one last afternoon with them again as they all took turns on me. We returned to my room, and they kept me satisfied for hours on end. They all took turns on me, double teaming me half the time, and using my body as they pleased. By the time they were done, I had drained them all, and they were all determined to return to college and stop chasing the girls on campus and find themselves an older woman who needed extra attention. On some level, I felt as if I had unwittingly performed a noble civic duty on behalf of all mature women. I was certain some older woman in their college town would reap the benefits from their experience with me.
I showered after they left, and then I headed to dinner. The last dinner aboard the cruise was intended to be a formal celebration. Everyone was encouraged to dress up for a nice dinner, so I wore a slinky black dress that accentuated my curves and paired it with black nylons and high heels that showed off my toned calves. As opposed to my more obviously revealing outfits from the rest of the cruise, this one was still sleek and sexy, but the hem was only a few inches above my knees, and it exhibited my more classy and elegant side. Adorned with a nice string of white pearls around my neck, I almost felt like the respectable lady that most people assumed me to be.
As I made my way to the dining room, it was open seating, and I noticed a familiar face sitting by his lonesome in the back. Max, the friendly porter was the first person I met on the ship, and he was seated by himself at a table in a quiet corner. Our paths had crossed several times since then, and Max had always been so kind and welcoming, and although he had resisted my advances the other night, there was an undeniable attraction between us. Though his refusal of my advances still stung, we seemed to have an innate chemistry, and I wanted to test the waters one more time.
“Is there room for two at that table?” I asked eagerly. “Care for some company.”
He looked up, and his face brightened as he recognized me right away.
“I’d be honored if you would join me, Diana,” he replied as he stood up and pulled a chair out for me to join him.
“You’re not on duty?” I asked out of curiosity as I took a seat.
He shook his head. “I pulled some long shifts including overnights for some other folks who fell severely ill earlier this week, so they let me off tonight to make up for it.”
There was a bottle of wine in the middle of the table, and I poured a glass for Max and myself.
“We should raise a toast then. To a fantastic voyage and new friends,” I proposed.
Our glasses clinked and we drank the blood red wine.
Max looked as delicious as ever. He was no longer dressed in his porter outfit, but now he wore dress slacks and a button up shirt for the formal occasion. With his dark slicked back hair and distinctive Hispanic features, he made for a clean and dashing figure.
“I seem to remember, last time I invited you to dine with me, you refused,” I reminded him. “What changed this time around?”
He laughed heartily. “I would have loved to join you last time. And I cannot turn down a beautiful woman like yourself twice. It would just be rude.”
“So, you’re eating with me out of pity,” I observed.
“Truth be told, I regret not taking you up on your kind offer last time, although I – “ his voice trailed off.
“Although you what?”
“I thought maybe you were looking for more than just a dinner companion,” he confessed.
“And what if I was,” I said with a sly grin.
Max looked down shyly, and his cheeks turned red.
“Have I embarrassed you?” I asked playfully.
“A little bit. I’m not used to a woman such as yourself talking like that?”
“Talking like what? What have I said?”
“You’re so sophisticated. Elegant even.”
“Why, thank you, Ramon. But it’s just the clothes. I’m no different from anyone else.”
“I’m nervous around you,” he admitted.
“So, I make you uncomfortable?” I concluded. He had an innocence about him that was endearing.
Ramon shook his head and laughed again. “I’ve never heard an older woman that talked like you.”
“You know, older women have needs, too,” I pointed out.
“Oh my,” he replied simply as he exhaled deeply.
“I’m a simple woman, though. My needs are easy to fulfill. I bet you are more than capable of taking care of my needs.”
Ramon’s eyes raised up, and his hands were shaking. “I’ve never been with an older woman.”
Now it was my turn to laugh. “I have all the same parts as a younger woman. I just have more experience. And I know what a young man like yourself enjoys. And I don’t like playing complicated games. I know what I want, and when I want something, I go for it. Life is too short to live with regrets. Don’t you think?”
Ramon nodded his head slowly as I reached my hand across the table and placed my hands on top of his.
“Good,” I added with a wink. “I’ve got a lot of things I don’t want to regret about tonight.”

*****

When we got back to my cabin, I pushed Ramon up against the wall as soon as the door closed behind us. I kissed him passionately as I held his hands and pressed my body against his.
“Where’s the fiery Latin lover I’ve been looking for,” I said breathlessly as we broke the kiss.
I dropped to my knees in front of him and unbuckled his slacks. Then I pulled out his cock and was pleasantly surprised to find he was already rock hard. His hands reached down and played with my hair as I wrapped my lips around him. His manhood was long and thick, and it felt oh so good as he pulsed inside my mouth. He was circumcised, and my tongue played with the tip of his cock before I plunged down, deep throating him until I bottomed out and his balls were pressed against my chin. Then I feverishly worked my mouth on his shaft, my lips coating his member in my slobber as my hands jiggled his balls. I did that for a few minutes before I felt his excitement growing, and I quickly retracted, not wanting him to blow his load just yet.
I stood up, and I couldn’t get my dress off fast enough. I had my back turned to Ramon as I slid off my panties as I wiggled my ass, and then I jumped on the bed and turned around as I lay there, dressed in only stockings and heels. I was laid back on the bed, my legs spread as I crooked a finger and motioned for him to come over.
I saw the transformation on his face. Gone was the shy, timid youth I had dined with minutes earlier, now replaced by a face filled with confidence and determination.
“You’ve unleashed the passion in me,” he announced.
He pounced on me like a jaguar, his lips on my neck, his hands gripping my back, and his cock brushing up against my pussy. Ever since my first moments on the cruise, I had lusted after Ramon, and now its reality seemed almost surreal.
“You’re so strong, Ramon,” I marveled aloud as his well-defined arms enveloped my body.
“Carrying bags around, bringing everything back and forth on this ship, it makes for strong muscles. I take it you like,” he replied as he kissed me all over.
“Oh my,” I commented as his bulging biceps pressed against my skin. My hands ran across his strong chest and chiseled abs. “You should be a model.”
“And your body, my lady, is like a priceless sculpture.”
“I’m not a piece of art to be admired.”
“What are you then?”
“I’m a woman with needs,” I reminded him.
The tip of his cock just barely tapped against my pussy, and it sent shivers down my spine.
“Please,” I softly begged him.
“What is it the beautiful lady wants?” he teased me mercilessly.
His fingers pinched my nipples, sending a tingling sensation shooting through my body.
“I want your cock,” I begged of him with pleading eyes.
Ramon quickly inserted himself in me, and then, just as quickly, he pulled back out of my dripping wet pussy. I cried out in frustration for the fleeting moment of satisfaction.
“Please, don’t tease me,” I beseeched him.
He smiled, almost cruelly. “Earlier, I was on the verge of cumming while you were sucking me, and then you stopped.”
“Because I wanted to feel you inside me,” I explained.
“Like this,” he offered, and he pulled in and out of me a second time.
“Please,” I begged him. “I want you to cum inside me!” I implored, practically screaming, not caring who might hear.
Finally, Ramon plunged himself into me, leaving himself impaled inside me this time and sending me into a state of delirium.
“Yes, just like that!” I exclaimed.
He finally kept himself inserted inside me. His cock felt so good as it filled up my pussy. I felt the blood rushing into his manhood, and then he started pumping his cock, slowly at first, but quickly gaining steam, faster and faster, in and out of me. All the while, I was charged erotically. I grew wetter and wetter.
I looked up into Ramon’s eyes and I just melted. I felt myself surrendering to him, his cock overpowering me with arousal, and I was his to do with as he pleased.
“Please, fuck me,” I begged him.
He laughed at my desperation. “What do you think I am doing?”
“Treating me like a lady. We are alone, though. No one has to know. I like it rough,” I growled.
Ramon lifted my legs up onto his shoulders and he started fucking me faster. He was fucking me so hard my high heels came loose, dangling on my toes until I kicked them to the side where one of them knocked over a lamp onto the floor.
“Oops, that wasn’t exactly graceful,” I sighed.
Ramon laughed. We were both sharing a moment, connected on a deeper level. The sex was wet sloppy fun. His cock was relentlessly pounding me, driving me to an orgasm.
“That’s it, honey. Keep fucking me like that,” I pleaded him.
“You like my cock?” Ramon asked rhetorically, the answer obvious in my moans of pleasure.
“God help me, I love it,” I replied, my surrender to him and my desires complete.
And then he fucked me with renewed passion, his cock piercing me with precision, tapping into every erogenous zone and sensitive area. I was so wet, I felt myself spraying in every direction, and the mattress and sheets were hopelessly soaked underneath me. He leaned his head down and nibbled on my nipple, and the shockwaves sent me through the roof.
“Oh God!” I screamed. His tongue flicked at my nipple as he held it between his teeth. Then he let go of my tit and leaned in to kiss me on the lips. I kissed him back and he exploded inside me right as my own orgasm erupted, surging forth like a tidal wave that consumed my whole body. My long fingernails dug into his back, and Ramon winced slightly as he grunted out his cum inside me, his cock pulsing with each stream of cum that he shot off inside my pussy. He collapsed down on top of me before rolling to the side of me on the bed.
As we both lay there recovering from our intense orgasms, Ramon turned to me and said, “Diana, I never imagined you are like this.”
“Is it so hard to imagine that an older woman can enjoy sex?” I asked with a bemused look.
“I always thought older women, that they make love. But you, this is – “
“You fucked me,” I said, completing his thought with blunt candor.
“I thought you are so sophisticated, elegant even.”
“Am I not?”
“You are, yet you are also so naughty and, dare I say… slutty.”
“Shh,” I said, bringing my finger to my lips. “Don’t tell anyone my secret.”
My hand reached down and massaged his softened cock. Though he was flaccid, he responded almost immediately as I lightly stroked him.
“It seems you are coming back to life,” I commented.
“It craves attention, so if you give it a simple caress, it is like an excited doggy.”
“Hmm,” I pondered. “Speaking of doggy.”
I popped up on the bed onto all fours. “How about a round two?” I invited him as I wiggled my ass in his direction, inviting him to mount me from behind.
Ramon laughed. “You’re incorrigible. And you are also like the energizer bunny. But I love how naughty you are behind closed doors.”
He positioned himself behind me. Then he leaned forward and inhaled my pussy’s scent.
“It’s still freshly fucked,” I informed him.
“That’s my cum dripping out of you,” he pointed out.
I reached a finger down and wiped off the glob of cum hanging by a thread to my pussy. Then I licked it clean off my finger, his salty, tangy taste on my tongue as Ramon watched, his gaze transfixed by my lewd display.
“You can’t get enough of it, can you,” Ramon observed.
“I love knowing I turned on a man so much he blows his load in me. If it’s in my mouth, I might just keep it on my tongue, savoring the taste for as long as I can. If it’s in my pussy, I’ll wear panties and try to hold it in as long as I can and let my panties get stained with your cum. If you squirt it on my tits, I’ll spread it around and wear the dried up cum on me all day long. I love having dirty little secrets like that.”
“You’re going to wear my cum around tomorrow then?” Ramon asked.
“You put it anywhere you want on me. I just want that hard cock in my pussy first. If you can get me off, then you can cum on me anywhere you like.
“That sounds like a challenge.”
“So, what are you waiting for?” I challenged him.
“Challenge accepted,” he replied as his cock penetrated me. I was turned around as I spoke with him, but my head whipped forward as his cock thrust back into me and I helplessly moaned, gripping the headboard for support as Ramon began pounding my pussy.
“Oh God, I’ve been wanting this so bad,” I admitted.
“Now I know how you really are, Diana.“
“Oh, Ramon. I love how you feel inside me.”
“You like that? You like that cock in your pussy?” he implored me.
“Harder,” I encouraged him. “Give it to me harder.”
Ramon was pounding himself into me with such ferocity, almost as if he was punishing me, but I was in ecstasy. I was super charged, my arousal in overdrive as my juices flew off me and splattered all over.
“Oh God, that’s it, just like that. Give it to me,” I begged him, desperate for him to deliver me to another orgasm.
Ramon slapped my ass. “You nasty slut. That’s what you are, isn’t it?”
“Oh, it feels so good. I love it, God help me.”
“You like that cock right in your pussy, don’t you?”
“I need it. I need that cock!” I shouted out.
Ramon’s hand gripped my waist, and he crudely slid me back and forth along his shaft. I cried out in pleasure, his cock reaching deep inside me and my tits swinging wildly with each deep thrust.
I was losing all sense of space and time, lost in a world of my impending orgasm. It loomed over me like a tidal wave, and I was defenseless to stop it, but I didn’t want to stop it. Ramon kept ramming me, and I shrieked so loudly, I was surprised no glass was broken.
Ramon released my hips briefly from his grip as my body convulsed and my upper body collapsed on the bed in orgasm. As soon as I raised my head up to take a deep breath, however, his hands returned on my hips, and he started pounding me again.
“Again?” I cried in disbelief.
“Buckle up. Besides, I thought you couldn’t get enough. Are you tapping out?”
“Give it to me,” I said with resolve. “If you can dish it out, I can take it.”
My challenge only fueled Ramon’s determination as he proceeded to fuck me harder and harder, his body slamming so violently into mine that the headboard loudly banged against the wall with the newlyweds right next door. I could only imagine what they were thinking, but I loved every second of it. I loved the feel of his cock practically splitting me in two. I loved the feel of his balls swinging into my clit as he bottomed out on me. His hands grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. I turned my head, and we locked eyes in a gaze, my breath heavy, my chest heaving, as I cried out in passion. I orgasmed again, turning away as I buried my face in a pillow and whimpered in uncontrollable pleasure, squealing in delight.
I was in ecstasy, and I contracted my pussy again, tightening myself around Ramon’s cock at the same time as I squeezed my legs together, and Ramon suddenly pushed me to the side and rolled me over.
He quickly sat on top of me as I lay on my back, and my hands reached for his cock. I knew he was close, and it only took one quick jerk on his cock, his shaft glistening in my juices, and then his cum shot forth, the first volley landing on my bottom lip and trailing down my chin and down to my tits. The other streams were less intense, and they dribbled down onto my tits as Ramon looked down on me with a wide smile on his face.
“Are you going to spread my cum all over your tits and wear it when you leave tomorrow?” he asked.
I seductively licked his cum off my bottom lips, savoring the taste of his cum on my tongue yet again. With one hand, I wiped the cum off my chin and licked it off my finger. With my other hand, I spread his warm, sticky cum all over my tits, his cum shining with a certain glow in the room’s dim lighting.
“Is this what you wanted?” I asked as I pressed my breasts forward, a layer of his cum coating my tits.
Ramon just shook his head in disbelief.
“Remember, I still have a reputation to uphold, so keep this between us,” I said with a smile.
Ramon had to return to his room so he could catch some rest before having to work in the morning to unload all the luggage from the ship as everyone deboarded.
I stepped out into the hallway as he exited my room, and my newlywed neighbors just happened to leave their room at the same time.
I watched their eyes as they noticed Ramon’s disheveled hair and my half-dressed appearance and realized what must have transpired in my room. They gasped audibly before collecting themselves.
“It’s a bit of a late night for you, isn’t it?” the bride asked Ramon.
“Ramon, his name is Ramon,” I said, correcting them.
“Late night luggage emergency?” the bride sarcastically asked me.
“I required some special services,” I replied cryptically.
Both newlywed’s eyes lit up at my response.
“We could hear you in there. You should be ashamed of yourself, carrying on like that. Men coming and going at all hours,” the bride admonished me.
“Now honey, who are we to judge?” the husband intervened.
The wife slapped him across the face. “What the hell, Brad. You’ve been fascinated by this whore staying next to us all week. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you want to sleep with her more than me.”
“Well, honey, we’re on our honeymoon. I mean, we saved ourselves for marriage, but we made love twice, but since then, you’re always tired, you’re – “
Brad stopped short. His bride was furious, her eyes livid.
“Is that all you care about? Sex?” she cried out in exasperation.
“No, but we saved ourselves, and you promised once we’re married, it wouldn’t be a sin anymore, and I thought we’d, you know.”
“What, you thought I’d be like this slut who just spreads her legs at a moment’s notice?”
Ramon quietly slipped away amidst their hallway drama as the newlyweds descended into a screaming match.
“I wish you a happy and joyous lifetime of marriage,” I said simply as I bowed and then returned to my room. They stopped arguing for a second, the bride’s eyes fully of fury and hatred for me, but the husband’s eyes almost pleading for me to save him, but, alas, there was nothing I could do for him.

******

Come the morning, I had my bags packed and ready to go. We had magically arrived back at our home port, and though I was sad to see my cruise adventure come to an end, I had to admit it felt good to be returning home.
Ramon had my bags loaded on a dolly.
“I trust you had a good time aboard our cruise, ma’am,” he asked very professionally, although his eyes threw me a wink.
“The service has a nice personal touch. The crew really go above and beyond their job duties.”
Just then the newlyweds stepped out again. The bride looked tired and defeated. The husband’s face seemed to brighten as he caught sight of me.
He looked me over for a moment, and then he asked, “I guess you must’ve forgotten to use sunscreen. It looks like maybe some skin is flaking off,” he said as he pointed at my chest.
I looked down and realized he was pointing to some of Ramon’s cum that had dried up on me.
“Silly me,” I replied. “I should be more careful. I suppose now I’ll just have to parade around all day looking like this. How dreadful.”
Ramon realized what it was, and he just laughed as he started pushing my bags down the hall as we left to depart the cruise.

*****

The end.