For the last week, Helen and I have been on vacation together. After all, we are two single women with no family to vacation with, so why not go together? I'd wanted to try a cruise for a long time, so I convinced Helen to come with me. I should have known she would turn me into a fallen woman.
The first day, we decided to go out and enjoy the warm, ocean breezes. We dressed in our bikinis and wraps and headed up to the sun deck to tan beside the pool. After a nice couple of hours enjoying the sun and swimming, we headed back to our cabin and changed for lunch. It was at this point that I realized I had forgotten to pack underwear. I had nothing. Nothing at all. Of course, my first thought was to borrow from Helen until I could buy some in the ship's convenience store, but I then discovered something that I had never known about Helen. She didn't wear underwear. No bra, no panties. She felt that it was more "natural."
"You don't need underwear, it's constricting, it prevents proper bloodflow!" she exclaimed. I was not convinced, but Helen made it seem absolutely barbaric, so I grumbled a bit and dressed for lunch, intending to go only through lunchtime before heading to the store. Most of my clothing was not at all appropriate for wear without underwear, given that I was expecting hot weather and had only packed skimpy clothes. But I managed to find a knee-length fluttery skirt and a more or less opaque tank top
Thus attired, we went to the lunch buffet to enjoy the legendary cruise food. I kept my hands down at my sides in order to be ready to hold down my skirt in case the wind decided to gust, but I was lucky enough to avoid any mishaps. Still, I felt dangerously exposed every time my nether regions felt the air circulating around where air usually dared not go. And my bountiful breasts jumped and jiggled unceasingly, despite the tightness of the tank. My nipples had hardened to little buttons as soon as I had put the top on, so they poked out very obviously from the otherwise smooth surface of the tank top. I felt dirty, but also oddly aroused.
We sat at a large table after getting our food and were promptly joined by a group of several men of indeterminate age. They were not very young, but they were also not middle-aged. Helen and I both enjoyed the attention of men, normally, so we laughed and smiled and generally had a very nice time talking. One man in particular, a well-built, muscular man, paid me more attention than anyone else. He was charming and soft-spoken, with a very impressive sense of style, not too trendy, not too staid. I enjoyed his attention and totally forgot about my state of undress during my conversation with him. After we finished, he suggested that we go for a walk in order to converse some more and maybe take in a performance. I agreed, completely forgetting my mission to go to the convenience store, and we set off after saying goodbye to Helen.
As soon as we set foot outside, I was reminded forcibly of my lack of panties because the wind had obviously picked up. It gathered up my skirt and billowed it up around my waist, then just as quickly, died down and allowed the skirt to flop back into place. I immediately blushed, feeling my face burning red, and glanced at my companion. He appeared not to have noticed, for he was studying something or other out on the ocean. I relaxed and took a deep breath to calm my racing heart. It was OK. I could do this. I would just have to be on my guard. Then, he took my hand casually and started walking. I started, but decided I was OK with holding hands with this handsome man. We strolled along, chatting and laughing.
Now and again, we stopped and walked to the rail to gaze out at dolphins playing in the ocean waves. After a few stops, I noticed that an older man on the deck below was looking up at me intently. When he saw I had noticed him, he broke into a sly smile and winked at me. I realized suddenly why he had been looking at me, and I blushed again, but didn't want to alert my companion to my plight. So I remained at the rail and continued my chat. The man below me was joined by another man, who talked to him quietly, then looked up at me as well. He also smiled coyly and mouthed the words "thank you" to me. I was startled to see this, but also realized that I was again aroused. This time, I felt my labia growing damp as my pussy began producing its juices and they trickled out. Wow, was I seriously enjoying this?? I decided to find out. I had been standing with my ankles crossed in order to restrict the view to the men below as much as possible, but now I uncrossed them and stood with my feet well apart, giving them a generous view of my naked pussy. The response was immediate. The first man smiled broadly this time and kissed the fingertips of one hand to indicate his approval. I smiled nervously and felt flutters of excitement building deep inside me. This might be fun!
Then, I remembered my companion- had he noticed my flirting? No, he didn't appear to have noticed. Odd. Why did he not at least notice the men below? Hmmm. As we walked away, hand in hand, I felt a boldness quite uncharacteristic of me. I no longer tried to hold down my skirt. I stopped hunching my shoulders and thrust my breasts out confidently. Then, I noticed two things: he was finally looking at me; and we had just descended the staircase to the deck below and the two men I had flirted with were sitting in lounge chairs just ahead. And where was he looking? Right down my shirt. Being a tank top, it was low cut and anyone taller than me would get quite a view if they tried. And he was trying, and not hiding it from me. When he saw that I had noticed, he acted immediately. Before I could say anything, I found myself pinned against the wall of the ship under the staircase, in a shadowy niche. My companion held my hands up over my head in one of his large fists, while with the other hand, he fondled my breasts. I gasped and asked what he was doing.
"I'm doing what you wanted," he said in a low voice. "I saw you expose yourself to those men over there. Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes," I answered, and lowered my eyes in embarrassment.
"I knew it," he said. "I wanted to know you better the minute I first saw you, and even more once I had talked to you. But when I saw you expose yourself to those men, I knew I also wanted you to be mine, fully mine, every part of you.
I shuddered with longing, and my eyes closed as he bent down to kiss me. I kissed him hungrily, and when his tongue touched my lips, my mouth opened and welcomed him in. After several minutes of kissing passionately, he let my hands go and took hold of my skirt. Before I could stop him, he had lifted it up and snaked his hands around my hips to squeeze and knead at my ass. Then he knelt down in front of me and leaned forward. He gazed at my pussy, now on a level with his eyes, with a look of adoration that I had not seen before. Gently, he kissed it, and my knees nearly buckled. But he caught me and held me against the wall of the ship, his lips and tongue still lapping at my naked labia, his eyes locked on mine.
Then, I saw movement nearby out of the corner of my eye. It was the two men who had seen up my skirt earlier. They had come closer and were stroking their erect cocks, which were poking out of their unzipped pants. I expected that I would be embarrassed, but instead I felt oddly proud and powerful. Here I stood, my pussy being eaten out by a handsome man, and two more who were obviously highly aroused by the sight of me, and I felt like I ruled the world. In one quick motion, I seized the lower hem of my shirt and lifted it up and over my head, leaving myself naked to the waist. I beckoned to the men to come to me and they came, gratefully. One bent to seize one breast in his hand and the other in his mouth as he suckled. The other captured my mouth in his own and guided my hand to his hard cock. I began pumping it gently, sliding the foreskin back and forth over the head.
I looked back down to my companion and saw that he had noticed the company we had and was feeling possessive. Suddenly he stood up and drew me away from the other men, into his arms. He whirled me around to face the wall of the ship and bent me over so that I had to throw out my hands in front of me to stabilize myself against the deck. He nudged my feet with one of his to spread them wide apart and then I heard a zipping sound. There was sudden pressure against my dripping pussy, and I felt his rock hard cock slide inside. He slowly pushed forward until his full length was encased in my hot depths. He moaned quietly as though he couldn't contain himself. I felt quite overcome with the sensation of fullness and had to take a deep breath to steady myself.
As he began thrusting into me, slowly at first, and then gradually getting faster as I loosened up inside, I noticed feet standing near me out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head to look and saw that one of the older men had walked over. He was still stroking his cock, which looked ready to explode. He looked at me, then at my companion and asked him, "May I?"
"Only in her mouth," said my companion. The older man smiled and walked closer to my head, aiming his cock at my mouth. I opened it wide, and with a sudden jerk, he came into my mouth. I caught the hot mess and swallowed it down, licking my lips clean. The man nodded to me and to my companion, zipped up his pants, and left. Then, the other man took his place.
"May I, as well?"
"Be my guest."
The second man approached my mouth and I opened a second time, and caught his cum in my mouth as it spurted in a creamy mass from the tip of his cock. I swallowed a second time, and the second man zipped up his pants with a warm smile, and left.
Now it was just me and my companion, and he was pounding into me furiously, his heavy balls slapping my stomach as they swung back and forth. I closed my eyes and relaxed, enjoying the friction and heat he was creating in my pussy. Now a heavy warmth was building in my clit as my companion began to massage it in little circles while he thrust.
"Are you ready to cum?" he asked.
"Yes, very soon now," I gasped, as I felt myself teetering on the edge of abandon.
"Good!" he grunted, giving me more pressure on my clit.
Then, I came with a rush of hot juices and a spasming of my pussy, and my eyes rolled back in my head with bliss. I felt my companion give another moan and his hot cum flooded my pussy and oozed out around his cock. It dripped down my thighs as he pulled out reluctantly and let my skirt fall back into place. I let my knees buckle, finally, and sat down on the warm deck, his cum and my juices pooling under me on the wood. I reached for my discarded shirt, lying on the floor, and put it back on. When I looked up, my companion stood, his hand held out to help me up, a knowing smile on his face. As I stood, he pulled me to him, wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me thoroughly.
"Are you OK?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, just a little surprised," I said, with a laugh. "I hardly expected my day to turn out like this!"
"Neither did I!" he replied. "But I wouldn't trade it for anything."
I smiled up at him. "Me, either." I said.
"Would you mind if I came back to your cabin to clean up a little?" he asked. "I find myself in need of a nice long shower."
"Oh, that's just what I was thinking!" I laughed. "Come on, I'll take you there."
Giggling together like college kids, we walked back up the stairs, hand in hand.