This story is a fantasy encounter between me and my lovely Lush friend Nikki42. She is witty, talented, extremely beautiful, and a woman I would love to please in real life.
I work long hours. I cook for a living, so the hours are long, and the work is hard. But I'm good at it and I get paid well. I also help my friend out with his construction and painting business. Every year I treat myself to a nice vacation. I feel after putting in those type of hours, I've earned it.
This year I went on a cruise. A strictly friends-only female friend had decided to go to, but had to bail out at the last minute. Needing to just get away, I paid for the entire room myself (one of the master suites with a deck to enjoy the beautiful view), and headed to the airport to start my vacation. It was a long day of standing in line, going here, then there. Once boarded on the ship, all the passengers had to meet on the deck for safety instructions. It was 6 pm when finally I could head to the dining room.
As it is with many cruises, they assigned people to particular tables in the dining room. I guess its in hopes that they will become friends and interact during the cruise, and to help control the activity and pace of dinner service.
I was shown to my table, a large one with 8 settings. There sat 5 people. The Anderson's, a newly married couple in their mid 20's, and the Coopers, also newly married, and in their late 20's. The fifth person was a beautiful woman with long dark hair and a New Zealand accent. I could not help but smile as I shook her hand and heard her tell me her name was Nikki. We all ate our dinners and had the standard getting to know you on a cruise conversation. Being newlyweds, the Anderson's and Cooper's had no desire to dawdle at the dinner table, and after devouring their dinners, rushed back to their suites to, presumably devour each other. That left me, Nikki, and 6 empty chairs as we finished up our dinners. It gave us a chance to get to know each other, and learn why we are alone on this cruise that seemed full of couples. I explained my reason for flying solo, as well as telling what I did for a living, my age (26), and a few interests, such as running. Nikki informed me that she was 42, divorced, an artist, shares an interest in physical fitness, and that she felt she just needed to get away from home, couples cruise be damned. After dessert we bid each other farewell and retired to our rooms. It wasn't long before I was passed out, alone in my room.
The next morning I entered the dining room for breakfast moments after Nikki had arrived. refreshed from a good night's sleep, Nikki appeared even more beautiful than I remembered the night before. She wore a long sun dress, which offered a peak of her cleavage. I thought she must have been lying about her age the night before. No way this woman is 42. "Good morning, Eric", she said with a smile. The hostess placed my menu in front of the chair beside Nikki. A few minutes went by when we realized the Anderson's and Cooper's would not be leaving their honeymoon suites to join us for eggs. "Good riddance", I declared, saying they would only get in our way of us getting to know each other better.
When the topic of the day's agenda came up in conversation, neither one of us had anything planned. Nikki said she was just there to relax, and I said since I came by myself, I never signed up for any activities offered on the cruise. Nikki pointed out that there was a fitness room, and a track to run on. She said she was going to probably try to get a workout in later. Playing coy, I asked her to "pick me up" so she could show where to go.
Late that morning we headed to the fitness room together. "I should tell you Nikki, I'm a little skeptical about this gym. I'm pretty ripped. I doubt this boat is carrying enough weights for me to lift", I joked. I received a chuckle. And then she ripped me later as caught me struggling to finish a set of curls. At one point I noticed Nikki, ever so sexy in her tank top and tight fitting shorts head out the door to the track. I dropped everything and followed her, and found her stretching her long, lean legs. "So how many laps you going to do", I asked. "
"I don't know, I could run all day", she said.
"Really?", I said with a doubting tone. And with that a wager had instantly been placed. First one to stop running had to buy a drink in the ship's casino later that night. we kept pace with each other for 30 minutes, and talked much more. Nikki seemed to enjoy my jokes, sarcastic and cheesy,which only encouraged me. After the 30 minutes I suggested we turn the endurance contest into a race and whoever can finish 8 more laps wins. I have no shame in saying Nikki won the race.
After the race we casually strolled around the ship together. We found a quiet spot on the deck and just enjoyed looking out into the water. I asked Nikki more about her paintings. I've always wished that painting was a talent that I had, and I really admired her for doing it for a living. Five o'clock crept up on us quick, and we had to dash back to our rooms to clean up before our assigned dinner time.
Just as I had buttoned the last button of my shirt, there was a knock on the door. It was Nikki, offering to walk with me too dinner. "You clean up nice Eric", she said. I was wearing just a white button down shirt and some casual slacks. Nothing too fancy, but the slacks I know gave me a "cute butt". "You look fabulous as usual, Nikki", I said. A playful smirk overcame her, she batted her eyelashes a few times, and she blushed just a little. truth was, fabulous wasn't even close to good enough to describe her. Her long dark hair danced across her shoulders, which were left bare by the small straps of the dress she wore. She offered less cleavage than the sun dress, but her bra accentuated her breasts more, and they were just teasing me from a distance, saying "nah nah nah nah nah, you can't get us". The dress was tight on her midsection, showing off a body of a woman that just won a 40 minute race. The dress hung just above the knees, and her open toed heels naturally revealed the finely painted toenails of an artist.
I could not take my eyes off of Nikki as I deliberately walked a little slower behind her. We were not surprised to see we had the entire 8 top table to ourselves once more. "Wow, they should have saved some money and just spent their honeymoon at some seedy hotel if they knew they weren't going to leave their rooms", I quipped.
"Like you wouldn't be locked in your room doing the same thing if you could", Nikki said.
"No, not at, ahh , I got nothing. I'm not even going to try to lie about that one", I said.
Our server arrived and offered "the beautiful couple" a glass of chilled champagne. Nikki began to inform her we weren't a couple when I quickly cut her off. "Honey," I said looking at Nikki, "When in Rome do as the Romans do". That was all the server had to hear as she poured our glasses, all the while Nikki stared at me bright eyed and flashed me a smile.
"You know you are still on the hook for that drink.", she said.
"Yeah I know, but I should let you know, I let you win", I said.
"Oh really?", Nikki said, shocked. "I was trying to let you win when it was an endurance contest. I was practically walking after all so you could keep up with me. Once you made it a race I just wanted to put you out of your misery". We bantered back and forth over the legitimacy of the race results until dinner arrived.
We both needed to stop back at our rooms after dinner and agreed to meet at the casino. Nikki found me at the craps table. Right as she arrived, I had a winning roll. "hey my good luck charm has arrived. Let's go", I said collecting my chips and scurrying her away from the table.
"What, why if you're winning", she asked.
"Because I'm already down $100 because of that stupid game. I can't gamble", I said. "Besides, we need to get drinks". We played around with the slots while we had our drink. I won some of my money back while sitting next to Nikki, proving she was really good luck.
Once we finished our drinks, we left the casino and took a stroll on the deck as the sun was finally setting. "We should go dancing at the club they have here", I suggested.
"Oh, no thank you", Nikki said. "You can go, but I doubt you want to be there dancing with an old woman like me. Don't you want to go take advantage of some drunk, young, hot girls?"
"Are you kidding me?", I asked, a little perturbed she instantly turned me down. "Look, first off, you are older, but you are not old. I'm sure you could outlast any of those women on the dance floor. After all, you beat me in the race today", I reasoned.
"Ha, so you admit you lost!", she gloated.
"Yes, you beat me. Thank you for being so humble. Listen, I had fun today with you, and I'd like to continue that. I don't want to do the whole song and dance with another girl to get her to dance with me. I just want to dance. And besides, I've been looking around, and you are the prettiest gal I've seen on this ship. So what do you say Nikki? Shall we head to club? Because I'm dancing with you tonight, even if its right here", I said as I began dancing like a fool around her, bumping and grinding, whooping it up and attracting some attention from other passengers.
"Okay, okay. When in Rome, right. Let's go", she said, as I mercifully stopped my cheesy dancing and began walking with her to the club. She gave me a playful slap on the ass and said, "Please tell me that's not the way you really dance."
We danced for about an hour. Watching Nikki's body move with the rhythm of the music was electric. Her hips seemed to be in perfect sync with the beats. Her hair splashed back and forth, and she followed my cues on when to dance a little silly and played along. It wasn't until about the hour mark when the DJ finally played a newlywed's request, ans played a slow song. It gave me a chance to place my hands on Nikki's hips, and have an excuse to gaze into her sparkling eyes. I tried to not get to close to her though, so she wouldn't feel how much I enjoyed dancing with her. A simple look down would have given it away, but she was going to have to take the look.
We left the club arm in arm, and Nikki said she had a blast and she's glad I talked her in to it. I then let Nikki in on a little secret. "You know Nikki, I'm not sure if you noticed what a bad ass I am". She chuckled. "But I smuggled 2 bottles of wine aboard the ship. Would you care to have a drink on my deck with me?", I continued.
"How could I say no, Eric? I have a weakness for bad boys", she answered, and with that we were off to my room.
We headed straight for the little balcony that came with my room. we sat down and cracked open a bottle of wine. we didn't say much while enjoyed the wine and the amazing view of the moonlight reflecting off of the glass like surface of the water, a sight almost as beautiful as my companion. I took Nikki's hand, brought it to my lips, kissed it, and said, "I had a really great time with you today. Thank you."
"Yeah? Me too. Thank you. I didn't expect to do much, but I had a blast with you. I just wish I knew I would end up dancing tonight. These shoes killed me.", she said.
I offered her a foot massage, and she accepted. I was in heaven. The skin on her feet was as soft as the skin on her arms. Her toes were perfectly painted, and it was everything I could do to hold back from kissing each individual toe. While worshiping, I mean massaging her feet, Nikki poured the last glass of wine. When I finished with her feet, I went back into the room to retrieve the other bottle of wine. When I returned, Nikki was standing against the rail, on her tippy toes, stretching out.
"I'll tell you, Eric, I enjoyed the gym and all, but I have a feeling I'll be a little tight tomorrow. I've actually been too busy at home to exercise lately.", she said. I offered her another massage, and she accepted. Standing against the rail, she pulled her hair to the side, allowing my hands access to her neck and shoulders. I began massaging her shoulders and neck. My hands worked their way to her middle back. My body was attracted to hers like a magnet, and my chest was almost pressing up against her back by the time my hands were massaging her lower back. I was so close Nikki could feel my breath on her neck, and soon she would feel a soft kiss on her neck. There was no protest. So again I kissed her neck, and my hands moved lower, massaging her ass. I began to really pepper her neck, shoulders, and upper back with kisses as mu hands moved down to the back of her thighs, then back up under her dress, and around to he belly. My torso was pressed up against her back. My hands reached down across her silk panties. They teased her, and she let out a sigh. I took that sigh as an invitation. My left hand entered her panties, and rested snuggly inside, firmly pressing my middle finger in the middle of her moistening crease. My right hand moved up under her dress and played with her full, firm breasts. As my hand slid under her left breast, I could feel her heart rate speed up, as my middle finger felt its way inside Nikki's welcoming pussy. Her panties kept my hand pressed against tightly, and my finger wiggled snuggly inside her. She began to pull of her panties, but I whispered in her ear, "Keep them on".
She had reached back with one hand to feel whatever part of me she could while her other hand supported her weight against the railing. My hand again slid under her left breast, and I could feel her heart pounding. It was then that I knew it was time to add another finger into her soaking wet pussy. The addition of a another digit sent shock waves through her body and within a minute I could feel her pussy pulsating to the point of orgasm. I removed my hand, and wrapped my arms around while she calmed down. Nikki turned around and kissed me deeply. I held her close to me. "God, I needed that. My panties are completely drenched now", she said as she laughed.
"Really? Just from that?", I said in a tone of disbelief. "Let me see".
I dropped to my knees and ran my hand over her black silk panties. She wasn't kidding. "Well, thats got to be uncomfortable. Let me help you out", I said as I took them off for her. As they slid past her ankles, I would not hold back on my foot fetish this time. I held each foot one at a time, kissed her toes, ran my tongue along the arches of her foot, then kissed my way up to her ankles. On the second foot, my mouth would follow the soft caress of my fingers up her calf, then thigh, alternating between kisses and licks on her finely toned stems. As my mouth made its way up her thighs, Nikki asked, "What are you doing?"
"When in Rome", I answered. Sensing where I was going, Nikki hiked up her dress for me, revealing for me her still wet, smooth shaved pussy. After teasing her by licking around her pussy, I finally met it with a long, slow, warm kiss. I continued to kiss her in the same fashion I did her mouth, when we made out a few moments earlier. My tongue gently probed her, occasionally flicking her clit. My finger tips ran across her legs, ass, and belly, touching her soft skin as lightly as I could possibly physically tough her, leaving a trail of goosebumps that was highlighted by the pale moonlight.
She began to rub her hands through my hair, and already having on leg draped over my shoulder, sliding her soft foot up and down my back. As more and more of her juices dripped into my mouth, I became increasingly excited. Her moans became louder, and she pushed her pussy towards my face, begging me to plunge deeper with my tongue. I obliged, all the while maintaining my delicate touch with my fingers, and she would erupt for another orgasm. She pulled me up to her and kissed me again. "Ohh Eric, you just made me melt," she said. She clearly was a little weaker in the knees, as she held on to me tightly as a show of affection, but also as if she needed support standing up. Nikki continued to make out with me like we were 2 teenagers in a movie theater. Her lips and tongue were relentless, and would not let go of mine. Her hands crept south, and she unbuckled my belt, and pants, and then slid her hands to my backside to massage my ass. "Mmm, I noticed your cute bum the first time I saw you", she muttered, taking a quick break in our make out session. Soon after her hands removed my shirt, and the rest of my clothes. I quickly followed suit, freeing her of her dress and bra. We took turns worshiping each other's chests. She ran her hands through my chest hair, kissed me shoulder to shoulder, and pressed my firm chest. I would not leave one speck of her breasts unkissed, and softly ran my fingers along their outline.
I sat down on the chair, turned Nikki around, and she lowered herself onto my throbbing cock. My touch became more aggressive as I played with her beautiful tits. Nikki slid up and down on my cock, and the angle we fucking at placed the tip of my cock and her clit on a collision course. Nikki worked up to a furious pace when she finally moaned, "Eric, I want you deep inside me."
I sprung up I turned her around and picked her up. He legs straddled me as we kissed with the tip of my cock resting at the entry of her pussy. I carried this gorgeous woman inside and placed her on the bed. I wrapped her ankles around my neck and kissed her legs as my cock forced its way deep into her grateful pussy. Nikki arched her back as she tightened her grip on my cock, and I could feel wave after wave of ecstasy up and down my shaft. I released a day and half's worth of sexual tension as I came with her. Understanding how weakened Nikki was from her first two orgasms, I collapsed on the bed beside her, and we kissed until we fell asleep holding each other.
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