I had, literally, the time of my life. The people, the beauty, my first time ever on a boat, the parties (it was like one big gigantic party that never stopped).
At first I was a little nervous, we docked out of NYC and bounced to FL and then the Bahamas. We had a lot of "sea days". Upon boarding, I felt like I was walking into an episode of Jersey Shore. While full of a ton of different people from different places with different accents and skin tones and clothing, it seemed like at least a third of the people were these young "Jersey" people. I guess this show has made the orange spray tans popular. I don't know, but I didn't think I would enjoy this detail very much.
Come to find out, these people were really cool and fun! I made a ton of friends, I was surprised to find that while I didn't believe I would get along with them, I really did! One of them that I believe both my brother and I had referred to as a "total douchebag" the first few days, ended up being one of our best friends and was THEE sole reason either of us were able to drink for 7 days straight. He had to have spent a couple grand on drinks for the night club crowd over the week.
My brother and I hung out the majority of the time, but he soon met a girl and I found myself alone a lot. I had been approached by multiple guys but not one of them interested me. Finally my brother introduced me to one I had noticed as a quieter, shy, reserved person. Even at the club(s) that we attended every single night, he would be sitting at the bar by himself or chilling on a couch. He wasn't dancing or chasing women. My brother had been hanging out with him, and once he introduced us he took off with his girl, so we ended up going off on our own to talk. I was thankful to have somebody closer to my age to hang out with. We ended up drinking a bit too much and dancing the night away, even though he claimed that he did NOT dance. This was the second to last night on the cruise, and I figured it was time to have some real fun.
(chillin at "Bliss" - my fave place!)
I was amazed by the size of him. He was only a few inches taller than me, so not height. He was broad, I couldn't wrap my arms around him and touch my fingers. It was like he was etched out of stone, and I was fascinated. Rubbing my body against him had me all in a tizzy. He was so hard. So manly. Masculine. Once we had found our way to the dance floor, we stayed there. As the hours wore on, the alcohol took me into another place. It was just him and I. His hands on my hips guiding me against him. Then his lips on my ear, my neck. Kissing me tantalizingly. My brother and all his new friends cheering was a little strange, it was like announcing "Yeah! They're gonna go hook up, yeah! YEAH!". I guess this is what people do these days. As the DJ announced there would only be one more song, he kissed me feverishly, nibbling my lip. I nibbled back, as if to say "Yes. Please." He asked me to walk with him, and without hesitation I took his hand. Without a word to anyone (not even my brother), we headed out of the club. We found our way quickly out to the deck where we walked the entire circumference of the ship without speaking. We held hands and occasionally we'd stop and kiss. I briefly thought about the fact that I knew nothing about this man. I new the general vicinity of where he was from and where he went to college, and his name. That was about it.
Next thing I knew, we were waiting for the elevator, his arms around me. As the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, around the corner comes another group of our drunken friends. As we escape inside again they hooted and hollered at us obnoxiously. All in good fun! With a laugh, he closed the door in their faces. As soon as we begin to move, he pushed me against the wall, kissing me with his hands in my hair. The alcohol buzzing in my head mixed with the scent and taste of him had me completely intoxicated. I had never done anything like this before and the excitement was taking ahold of me. My first "random" (sort of) encounter!
When we make it to his room, reality intrudes on my fantasy making me stop him before opening the door. I hang onto him shyly, burying my face in his neck. "Hold on..." I say, stopping his hand from turning the nob. "what's wrong?" He asks, kissing me lightly. I bite my own lip, embarrassed. I had completely forgotten that earlier that day I had still been on my period, bleeding lightly but noticeably. With a cringe of horror, I had to tell him. Instead of replying right away, he opened the door and ushered me inside. My cabin I was sharing with my brother was dark, small, no windows. His was large, airy, with a balcony. Closing the door behind us, he kissed me again. "I'm not worried about it unless you are..." he says, running his hands up under my shirt to caress my back. "Let me check in the bathroom, I have to pee anyway..." I was suddenly at ease, completely comfortable, as if I had known him forever.
With a laugh of surprise, I noticed he was following me into the bathroom. With a shrug, I peed, took care of the "womanly" duties, and noted that I had only been spotting the majority of the evening. I relayed the news to the man standing beside me waiting for me to finish, and before I knew it, he had swept up easily into his strong arms. Cradling me against his chest, I settled myself to wrap my legs around his waist. With effortless ease he carried me to the big bed, lightly laying me against the pillows before falling against me.
In a heated tangle of limbs, we began to explore each others bodies. Again I was thrown into awe at the curves and planes of body, his muscles twitching beneath my fingers as each inch of his skin became naked to my eyes. Utterly sexy, beautiful, incredible. I kissed his large collar bone, the huge chest muscles, down to his washboard abs. Without being aware, we were both naked, my soft lushness rubbing against his toned body. As if reading my very mind, he alternated between roughness and tenderness, biting, nibbling, nipping, scratching, kissing, touching, teasing. I quivered with need, the need to feel, to touch, to taste. Like opening a surprise present, one I hadn't expected at all.
In a fluid motion he pulled me up to face away from him. As soon as I realized what he wanted, I felt a twinge of unease. As if sensing this, he gently props me up against his chest, my face resting on his lap, his hard cock now throbbing beneath my hands. Slowly he pressing his hand to the small of my back, lightly pushing me down until I'm kneeling directly above his face, my wetness just inches from his mouth. With a hungry groan, he pushes me the rest of the way until he can bury himself in my wetness. The unease evaporated as soon as it had come as he worked magic on my clit with his tongue before sliding two fingers inside of me. I had begun to stroke him then, and without hesitation I take him into my mouth. He's hard and tangy, precum already oozing around the tip of him. I savor it, my hands roaming over his pelvis, his balls, alternating between strokes with my mouth and hands.
He teased me, letting me get to the very verge of orgasm, then bagging away to tease my clit. Soon I was begging him to "saddle up" and fuck me. Quickly he rummages for protection, which he allowed me to put on. Immediately I mount up, thrusting my wet pussy unto his raging hardon. I moan loudly, not caring who hears. Feeling sexy and wicked, I pin his hands beside his head and fuck him until my legs ache. My ass flopping up and down, my tits smacking against his hard chest. Hearing his sounds of pleasure made mine that more intense. I love a vocal man. "Fuck Yes." "Don't stop." "Holy fuck." - all things I began to hear as I gave it my all, using him to take my own pleasure.
After who know how long, I collapsed against him, my heart beating wildly. Without giving me a chance to rest, he rolls me over, never leaving my warm folds. He began to fuck me then, thrusting in and out of me in long, hard thrusts. I could feel myself building towards an intense squirting orgasm, which I had only ever done once with a partner. As soon as the idea struck me, it happened. He thrust against my gspot and send me spiraling out of the control, the contractions pushing him out of me. The look of pride on his face as he went back in to fuck me some more was so sexy. Reaching down without removing himself, he pulled me up against him again. He flipped me around until he was sitting on the bed and i was straddling him, hanging back off of him to get a good angle. I lean back without fear, knowing he won't let me fall, and again I ride. I'm soaking wet between my thighs, we're both soaked with sweat.
As the "morning" wore on, he fucked me on the desk, he fucked me against the wall. The alcohol he had consumed allowed him to enjoy immense pleasure without ejaculating, and caused me to fall into a heap of exhausted satiation by the time he collapsed back, my head on his chest. He admitted he didn't think he'd be able to cum. Taking the challenge, I spent the next few hours playing with him, blowing him, stroking him. I did give up at one point, my body finally allowing the hours of drinking and dancing to catch up to me. I told him I had to go, it was 7am and though I didn't say, I didn't want to stay.
He tried his best to try to get me to stay and fuck all day, pulling me against him and kissing me, touching me, thrusting his fingers back inside of me. Every time I would get an article of clothing back on, it would come back off. Finally, he allowed to haphazardly dress. He walked me to the elevator, but wouldn't let me get on until I promised him that we would meet at the club again that night and he would see me again. I agreed a little hesitantly, and he let me go, kissing me goodbye and nibbling my lip again as I went.
I did see him again the next night, but by choice, I didn't ask nor give my contact information. We had a great final night on the boat, spending the last precious moments in paradise together. We danced and laughed, fucked and cuddled, talked a little. It was a weird little two day affair before we went our separate ways without any way to find eachother.
Or so I thought. We got in touch on facebook a few days after the cruise. We have yet to talk, but I must admit I don't mind knowing I can contact him if I have to.
I don't know if this qualifies as a one night stand or not. If so, check that off the list. If not (it was two nights lol), well then damn it! I FAIL!
And to my cruise lover, wherever he is today, he'd remember dancing to this, will never think of this song the same again:
PS: I find out now, thanks go facebook, this guy is actually a weight builder. Figures! LOL
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