Sin at Sea (13 page)

“Thank you,” I said, “I love it.” Then I opened the box and pulled it out, ready to spray some on.

“Wait!” He said, using his hand to halt my action. “These go with it.” He pulled out a small gift bag.

My curiosity was piqued. I peered inside and laughed. Apparently, he had rather liked my selection of panties. Now he was adding to the collection. It was a scarlet thong, like the rest I owned…a patch of nylon…a couple of thin scarlet strings, and it was all connected with a silver heart.

“You need to wear them together,” he said seductively. “I now proclaim today P&P Day.”

“P&P?” I questioned.

“Yes,” he said, leaning in for a kiss, “Panties and Perfume. You game?” Then he grazed my lips with his and I already wanted more.

“Give me a minute to think about it,” I joked as I began to pull off my sundress and slip off the panties I had put on that morning.

He leaned against the table, appreciating the view. Tugging on his chin, his look was intense. “I hope you know it’s all I can do to just look right now,” he said.

Standing there in nothing but the panties he gave me, I slowly raised my arms and released my ponytail, shaking it out and letting it cascade down my back and over my shoulders. I turned around and gave him a view from the back, bending completely over to fluff my hair. Then, while bent over, I glanced back at him and asked, “What’s stopping you?”

It was a challenge and he took it as such. Though I wasn’t looking, I heard the sound of his belt being undone, his shorts hitting the floor, and the elastic snapping under his fingers. Already, I could feel my body growing ready for him. I was on fire, pulsing. The sound of his steps closing the distance between had me all but panting for him. He didn’t stop walking until he was against me, pressing his hot throbbing cock against my wet opening. His thumb reached in and flicked the thong aside while caressing each butt cheek with one hand. When he finally came around to the inner thigh area, he spread my legs slightly and said quietly, “What would you like?”

Suddenly I was aware that I had been holding my breath. Exhaling slowly, I nearly whimpered. “In me. In me, please. Right now.”

There was a brief pause before he responded, “Okay, but only because you said ‘please.’” Then he chuckled as he leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Breathe, baby.”

Just as I inhaled, filling my lungs with air, he filled my vag with his hot erection. I couldn’t get enough. Soon I was bucking against him. He grabbed my hips and held on, pushing again and again. We found our rhythm. It didn’t take long before I was panting and crying out and with the intensity of the last thrust, I knew he had climaxed, too.

We collapsed on the floor right there on a pile of beach blankets. “Hold me?” I asked. In answer, he pulled me closer, fit my body to his, and spooned me like it was his job. No wonder I fell asleep.

The rest of the day was more of the same, except for when we left the bungalow to swim. The water was crystal clear. The temperature was perfect. There was a quiet understanding between us, or maybe he was just quiet. He seemed lost in thought. I understood. I was, too.

We played some in the water, splashing around, trying to chase each other. It didn’t last long. “Water and sun are making me tired,” he complained. “Let’s settle in on some of the blankets and eat. What do you think?”

“I think that sounds wonderful. I didn’t realize that I was starving until you brought up food,” I commented before I walked back into the bungalow and brought out the blankets. “It’ll be like a beach picnic. Great idea.”

I meant it, too. There was something special and memorable about every moment. Once I had the blankets laid out and the food set up on it, we settled in to relax. “You really do look tired,” I mentioned. “Eat.” Then I fed him some grapes.

“What are you going to eat?” He asked.

“A little of everything,” I said, reaching for a pickle, then sliding it in and out of my mouth intentionally.

Smirking, he said, “Nice.”

Though I had intended for our conversation to stay light and playful, it soon turned. “What are you doing after the cruise?” He asked. “When the boat docks in Charleston, what does your future hold?”

Looking at him for a moment, I considered not answering. “I thought we were keeping this fun. That sounds like a serious question.” Biting into a strawberry, I watched for a reaction.

Nodding, he said, “I could see how it would be perceived that way.” Then he smiled. “You can’t fault a guy for being curious. I mean…all I know about you is that you attract losers, yet have excellent taste in men when you don’t overthink it.” He winked. “I know that you are incredibly sexy, but have an equally intelligent mind. Do you blame me for wanting to get to know you better?”

Smiling carefully, I responded. “I guess not. I just thought we were following these rules.”

“As I recall, the rules say nothing about not talking about our lives, just not contacting each other, or making it possible for us to contact each other, right?” He raised an eyebrow as he finished speaking.

The eyes did it. It was always his eyes that spoke volumes and broke down my defenses. It was going to be hard enough leaving this man behind. The more I knew about him, the more dangerous it became. With this conversation, I was truly biting the bullet…or maybe dodging bullets.

Sighing, I said, “We haven’t planned that far. We’re talking about moving to Vegas. It’s a good time for us to go and live it up for a while, especially since it isn’t the kind of place I would want to live forever.”

Smirking, he shook his head. “Of course not. That’s why the housing market crashed like it did there.” He laughed. “So, you and Jolie.”

“We always move together. We always have our own place, our own space, but when one of us requests a move, the other goes along. It’s been like that since high school. We are living our dreams.” I lay back, but turned my head to look at him still. “We have rules. Our life works for us.”

“Have you ever considered settling down?” He asked, seemingly enthralled with the conversation.

“Hmmm, not yet. That’s actually one of our rules: never settle and never settle down.” I shrugged.

Lying on his back next to me so that we were shoulder to shoulder, he finally asked the one question I hoped to never have to consider. “What if you weren’t settling?”

There it was. Sitting there, out in the open, like the white elephant on the beach. There had been times that thought had crossed my mind this trip.
What if Mr. BE was actually who I was supposed to be with? What if the move was to wherever he lived? What if it was time to settle down?
I mean…I was closing in on thirty…in a few years.

“What if I wasn’t settling?” I repeated. “Well, first I’d have to find someone I was wildly compatible with inside and outside of the bedroom. I’d have to find someone who could put up with my crazy. Wherever would I find such a prize?”

That was one way to sidestep a question. After proudly answering a question with a question, I waited. He was up on his elbow once more, staring at me, considering all that I had said. We might as well have still been inside naked; the questions had the same effect. We were stripped bare at the moment. So much was riding on this…it was my future, his future, a potential for our future. It had become a classic standoff. I rolled onto my elbow, too. We each stared at our opponent, both of us understanding the importance of the next spoken words. Just as the silence threatened to become uncomfortable, he spoke.

“You make a valid point.”

Before he could say any more, the ship horn sounded, warning us that it was time to catch a boat back. Without saying another word, we worked together to gather our belongings, pack up, and head to the beach area designated for pick-ups. We were quiet, each lost in thought, and why wouldn’t we be. There was much to consider. Finding someone on a cruise was highly unlikely. It was a doomed situation. This…a vacation in general and a cruise in particular were ridiculously impossible places to find a mate. There was no way that life together off the ship would ever compare to life on the ship. It guaranteed disappointment. To even try it was relationship suicide. Look at us. We didn’t even know each other’s names.

“You’ve been deep in thought,” he commented as we walked back to our stateroom to drop off the beach bag. Once that was done, he finally spoke his mind. “What are you thinking?”

Glancing at his wrist, I made up an excuse. “It’s time for sushi.” I wore my most playful look when I turned to him. “Wanna come with me?”

He chuckled. “Ah, yes. I forgot I suddenly eat sushi with just wasabi, right?” He watched me nod. “I can’t believe you don’t use soy sauce.”

I looked at him seriously. “It’s the salt, man. I puff up like a blow fish.”

“Well, we can’t have that.” He placed his hand on my lower back as we left the room and headed back to the promenade deck. Pausing he asked, “Does wasabi not have salt?”

I tipped my head to the side as I considered this. “Nah. Too hot. Scares the sodium away. And it’s a widely known scientific fact that if you eat food with heat…like wasabi or hot sauce…that you burn off all those calories.” I nodded wide-eyed.

“You are making that up,” he accused as he struggled to keep a straight face.

“Okay, so it’s more of a theory than a fact. What I do know is that I use hot sauce and wasabi all the time and eat like a pig. That makes it a fact for me.” Then I stopped in the hall, stood on my tiptoes, wrapped my arms around his neck, and said, “I love playing with you. You are my favorite.” With that, I kissed him on the nose, released, and walked to the nearest elevator, leaving him to stare after me. Oh, yeah. He still wanted me.

While we were eating sushi, I caught a couple staring at us. At first, I wondered at it, and then I stared back, too. Brazenly. They seemed to be about our age, late twenties, early thirties at most. The woman had smaller boobs than I did. She had a taller, thinner figure, whereas I tended to be curvier with a thin waist and flat abs. She nudged her husband and I knew they were going to walk over and talk to us.

“Do you trust me?” I asked Mr. BE. He looked confused. He hesitated. So, I spoke again. “Tell me you trust me and I’ll make this the most memorable night of your life. Got it?” He nodded blankly. “Now, just follow my lead.”

The couple sat down across from us at the table we had chosen across from the casino. The man spoke first and what he said earned him an elbow to the ribs from his wife. “So, is this your first cruise?”