by Marie Gray
As he had decided to test his limitations to see how long he could wait before tasting one of these sumptuous dishes, Bernard was content for the moment to flash teasing little smiles at some of them and approving winks at the others. But there was one girl in particular who sent his hormones racing into delirious overdrive: Valérie. He hadn’t yet had the chance to engage her in conversation, but he had certainly noticed her; it would have been impossible not to. And suddenly, there she was, sitting on the chair next to him in a fabulous white bikini that flattered her gracefully slender but also muscular body. He was blinded by her dazzling white teeth as she smiled engagingly and asked him with feigned shyness if he would mind oiling her back. Needing no persuasion, Bernard nodded his head dumbly in response.
“Vous êtes Americain?”
“Uh, no. I’m from Toronto.”
“Ah, Canadien.”
“Yes.”
“Oh! So…cute!”
He wasn’t sure whether she meant that he was cute or the fact that he was a Canadian…who cared! Then he noticed her strange medallion. It was a tear-shaped pendant, about two inches long, on a solid silver chain. He asked her what it was and to his great surprise she blushed:
“Il c’est a secret.”
In spite of his curiosity, Bernard was far too busy looking at her to ask any more questions. She was a wet dream come true for any man who could still get it up: tall and thin, with sensuous feline grace and silky-smooth skin that was tanned to perfection; long, sun-bleached hair; sparkling blue eyes; and teeth that had probably made some dentist very rich. In short, the kind of woman who would have caused his ex-wife Janine, whose irrationality was almost comical, to start ranting and raving with jealousy.
Before his transformation, a woman like Valérie, even if she were just passing by in the street, would have made Bernard blush crimson and wish he could just disappear so he wouldn’t have to watch her beautiful eyes coming to a rest on an old toad like him. But that was all in the past now! As he rubbed the oil onto her enticing back with a hand that was trembling with gratitude, he was delighted to hear her suddenly blurt out, “You are married?”
That French accent made the end of his impetuous cock quiver and he lost no time in replying, “Divorced. And how!”
Her smile was a little perplexed, as if she hadn’t fully understood him. When Bernard repeated the phrase in the minimal French that he knew, she smiled more broadly. She told him that she was a student in Florida and that she had taken this summer job, which she loved, three years in a row now to help finance her studies. She was a hostess and her job was to welcome the passengers, who were charmed by her accent, and make sure they were happy with everything. In short, she was there to do her best to make everyone’s cruise as pleasant as possible. In her spare time, she solved little problems and worked on her tan. Since she knew all about the on-board activities, she reminded him that tonight was Casino night, which had been planned with the aim of teaching passengers how not to lose all their money the first night they arrived in the Bahamas. She concluded her pitch with an appealing sigh, stating her hope that Bernard would be there. He was just about to deliver his enthusiastic reply when a bell sounded from somewhere and Valérie got up to answer the call.
“Je dois partir…I mean, I have to go. I will see you tonight?”
“Mais oui!”
Bernard stayed by the pool for a little while longer to admire the scenery before him, but as he wanted to look sharp for that very promising evening ahead, he didn’t linger. He began with a little gym session to pump up the muscles that still stunned him every time he took a look. Afterward, a masseuse used all her expertise to make him unwind, and then he let the ship’s hairdresser make sure his new mane was at its peak of perfection.
He had an early light supper before going back to his cabin to change into something that would enhance his irresistibility that much further. Valérie was going to get the guy that had only existed in her dreams. That is, until today.
A quick phone call soon brought the florist to his door with an enormous bouquet of pink roses. He would be offering these to Valérie once he brought her back to his cabin, although he knew it was hardly necessary; by that time she would be burning with desire, already in love, and a slave to his incredible charisma. Champagne was also ordered ahead of time and carefully placed in his refrigerator. “All I have to do is whip it out at exactly the right moment, pop the cork, and voila!” he told himself with a greedy smile. He stood in front of the mirror in his best suit, sprinkled himself with a few drops of cologne, and finally left to pursue a conquest that was already in the bag.
He noticed her as soon as he walked into the bar. It would have been difficult, perhaps even unnatural, not to have…Valérie was wearing a white satin shift that molded the contours of her body so that her lack of underwear was unmistakable. Bernard ran an impatient tongue over lips suddenly gone dry when Valérie beckoned him to come over and join her.
He managed to mumble that she was “tres belle,” which was the only French adjective he could come up with. She in turn told him that he was very “séduisant.” Good—everything seemed to be moving in exactly the right direction! Taking him by the arm, she asked him if he had ever been to a casino. His answer was an honest yes. (He didn’t think it was necessary to include the fact that the pudgy loser he used to be had once lost two hundred dollars in less than an hour.) She was delighted! Giving him her cutest wink, she instantly concluded that there was no need for them to stay here. A light, deft little hand pulled Bernard out onto the deck and then further down until they reached the bow. The music from the various bars and restaurants was much less audible there and they were softly caressed by gentle night air that was warm and salty.
The bridge was deserted since all the evening activities had just begun. Without a word, Valérie pressed herself against him, grabbed his powerful neck, and kissed him hard. All resistance would have been futile—not to mention stupid! Her satin-clad knee slid between his quaking legs as she began rubbing it over his cock, which had been uncontainable since he first caught sight of her at the bar. She sighed softly in appreciation and murmured, “Je te veux.”
What to do? What to say? Such idiotic questions! He kissed her until he was breathless and then tried in vain to drag her toward his cabin. Shaking her head, Valérie gestured him to follow her instead. He obeyed like a good dog following his mistress, like a good boy following his dick.
He realized that she was leading him to the spa area. It was closed at this hour and he couldn’t help but ask himself what she could possibly want to do in there. She pulled out a huge set of keys from her purse, opened the door as quietly as possible, and gently pushed him to the area where the whirlpools were located. Everything in this top section of the boat was closed and the new lovers were quite alone. Bernard tried to tell her that he had cold champagne in his cabin, but she was already heading purposefully toward the reception counter. Choosing another key, she opened an office door, entered the room, and came out almost immediately with two glasses and a champagne bottle on ice.
After swiftly popping the cork, Valérie filled the glasses and then disappeared behind the counter. The whirlpools were suddenly activated and the hot water began to steam and swirl. To Bernard’s great pleasure, she gently pushed him into a chair and began undulating her sensational body in front of him. The moonlight shining through the window seemed to dance all over her intoxicating dress. One of her hands slid behind her back and expertly unzipped the satin cocoon that contained her body, letting it drop to the floor. Wearing only her shoes and her strange medallion now, she turned around to let him admire her nicely tanned behind as she descended into the whirlpool that suddenly became irresistibly inviting. Bernard quickly shed his own clothes, trying as hard as possible not to appear too eager. This was certainly not the moment to make a fool of himself by tripping on his pants—that was something the old Bernard would have done!
The water temperature was
perfect, but Valérie wouldn’t allow him to immerse himself immediately. After he had descended a few steps, her lovely little hands began lightly splashing him all over. Closing his eyes, he savored the lovely feeling and then felt her tongue timidly licking the end of his cock before her lips firmly enfolded the whole thing. He was trapped in the delicious warmth of her mouth as her tongue performed circles around his dick. Bernard wanted to stuff himself down her throat, even though it might choke her. But she wouldn’t let him. Massaging his buttocks with one hand, she slid her other hand between his legs and gently clasped his enormous testicles. A little more water was trickled onto him and then Valérie made him turn around. She began licking his upper thighs, working her way up to his back, then down again to his cheeks and in between them. His knees began to buckle and he was having trouble standing.
Valérie eased herself back in front of him again, this time sliding his entire penis into her mouth. She sure knew what she was doing! Her mouth was gliding slowly up and down, up and down, squeezing him firmly, her soft warm tongue caressing him. Slender hands solidly gripped his ass and her teeth rubbed him just enough…little cries of pleasure escaped from him now…he let her torture him this way for several more minutes without uttering one word. It gave him tremendous pleasure, and for the time being he felt no need to rush things.
It was at this moment that something started tickling his leg. He didn’t pay any attention to it at first, so transported was he by the magic of Valérie’s mouth. She was still massaging his ass and lightly sprinkling him with water from time to time. As she momentarily stopped, Bernard saw her licking a shiny object. He knew immediately what she intended to do. Spreading his cheeks gently apart with her left hand, her right hand slowly inserted something inside of him. He was being penetrated by the tear-shaped pendant and the surprise almost made him come on the spot. Wrapping the chain around her fingers, she slid the pendant even further inside of him, carefully retracting and inserting it while her mouth moved to the same rhythm over his cock!
Bernard’s knees were so weak now he knew they were on the verge of buckling. His pleasure was so intense that he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to contain himself much longer and that he would come in spite of himself just like the old Bernard, causing him to die of shame. He focused on this thought and managed to stop his orgasm, temporarily at least. His balls were ready to explode and his entire belly was on the verge of contracting into spasms of pure ecstasy that would be more intense that he had ever imagined possible. The lips around him sped up so much, and so effectively, that he had to rip his cock away to stop himself from exploding into her mouth. This would have been just fine at another time, but right now he wanted to penetrate her, possess her, make her scream and writhe with pleasure like he had with her.
He went down to join her in the water, making her sit on one of the steps so he could get his lips to her pussy, but the hot water on his cock made him quickly realize that he wanted to be inside of her now! And that’s just where he went. Once his cock was solidly anchored, Valérie raised herself a little so that they were both kind of half floating. They were suddenly transformed into weightless beings, which was a strange sensation combined with the feeling that he was going to come at any second. She floated on her back while Bernard knelt on the bottom of the bath, the hot water bubbles tickling him all over. He drew her closer to him so he could impale her even more deeply and then, in spite of all his efforts, he came…. It seemed to just go on and on, his deeply submerged cock thrusting further and further inside the gasping, writhing Valérie.
She agreed to spend the rest of the night with him, and when he woke up the next day he was half convinced he was madly in love.
* * *
She made him wait for three long days before according him her favors once more. She even seemed to be avoiding him. Then, on the morning they were supposed to go ashore in Cuba, he found a little note on his night table. She was telling him to pack his personal effects and a few clothes and to come and join her on the dock once he was ashore. Bernard wondered what she had in store for him. The possibilities that came instantly to mind were enough to produce an immediate bulge in his light cotton pants. He remembered all too well the unbelievable night he had spent with her.
She was waiting for him, wearing a simple white dress and carrying a big canvas bag over her shoulder. Giving him a chaste little kiss on the cheek, she took him by the hand and guided him on board the superb sailboat that was docked right beside the Sea Queen. She explained that all three of them, Bernard, Valérie, and her friend Liana, the sailboat’s owner, would be going to Key West. She would make sure that whatever belongings he still had on board the cruise ship were sent anywhere he wished after that. “Est-ce que ça te convient?” she asked him, as if he had a choice—how little she knew him.
The trio left Cuba even before the other passengers on board the Sea Queen had set foot on shore. They were sailing warm turquoise seas in this gorgeous craft, which was no cheap wooden shell, either. Oh no! It was completely equipped with everything needed for a long voyage and could comfortably accommodate six people. Bernard quickly discovered that Valérie was in fact an accomplished sailor and Liana was a highly competent—and alluring!—captain. But he only had eyes for Valérie, his French girlfriend, who was giving him every reason to believe, by her sly little winks and moist little kisses, that this was going to be one very pleasant trip indeed.
Liana was the opposite of Valérie. Of Cuban origin, she had jet-black hair that cascaded down to her waist, and her eyes were just as dark. She was small and curvy and her bikini could barely contain her full, ripe breasts. Her hips, which swayed so charmingly when she walked, were nice and round (even a little on the wide side), and her shapely legs were solid but still graceful. She had smooth, fine skin which was the color of wet sand and she gave off a scent that was heavily fragrant like some rich, exotic fruit. Liana was paradise to look at, but Bernard did not dare linger on her charms too much because he didn’t want to displease his darling Valérie in any way. It was she who brought up the subject.
“Do you find her beautiful?”
“Not as much as you.”
“I find her very beautiful. It is okay if you do, too.”
“Yes, she is beautiful, in a very different way.”
Having lost all sight of land now, they were alone in the world, lost in a universe of turquoise water, sea, and sun. Bernard was swimming in happiness and hoped with all his heart that the good fairy would not choose this moment to transform him back into the pathetic creature he used to be. But he wisely decided not to linger on such somber thoughts and concentrated instead on the here and now: he was sailing blissfully away with the kind of girl he had always dreamed of, and another one who was looking more mouth-watering all the time. Why waste precious moments on worry when such a dream girl was sauntering nearly nude in front of him, offering iced beer, hot kisses, and such silent but explicit promises?
The captain dropped anchor around noon and all three of them decided to take the plunge into the translucent wonder that surrounded them. Laughing mischievously like boisterous children, they removed all their clothing and dived into the deliciously warm water. They watched lovely creatures gliding by them for a while, and then Valérie swam up to him and said, somewhat shyly, “Don’t be mad with me. It’s just that I haven’t seen Liana for such a long time.”
This much said, she swam up to Liana and both of them started wrestling around, splashing and pinching each other, laughing hysterically all the while. After a while, they locked their arms around each other and began kissing passionately. Valérie’s lips seemed to be drinking Liana’s as they became more and more interlaced and their caressing became more intimate.
At this precise moment, Bernard, who was harder than iron now, believed he had died and gone to heaven. Through the blessedly clear water, he could see his cock reacting to this unexpected but highly desirable turn of events. He didn’t dare approach them for fe
ar of interrupting their escapade and breaking the magic spell. The sirens swam over to the sailboat so they could get some footing on the ladder, all the while keeping their bodies submerged. Valérie had a decided penchant for water!
Liana was now holding herself against the ladder, and Valérie, who was gripping the rope, carefully rubbed her small firm breasts against Liana’s bigger ones while their hips gyrated together in a savage waltz that drove Bernard crazy. Their kisses were insistent, their teeth leaving little imprints on the bronzed skin they bit. Watching two incredible pairs of breasts pressed together that way, with nipples so erect, had a devastating effect on Bernard. He had to find a place to sit down or grab onto—otherwise he was going to drown on the spot. He was practically forgetting to breathe. The two women understood his distress as soon as they saw him approaching. Valérie flashed him an affectionate smile and gave Liana a sign to get back on board. Liana turned around, pausing for just a second so that Valérie could stroke her breasts some more before she finally resumed climbing.
She hadn’t gone up three steps when Valérie grabbed hold of her and pulled her downward again. Liana lifted one leg up so she could offer herself to her girlfriend, lowering her ample buttocks to make Valérie’s task easier. Valérie buried her face between the other woman’s tender, tawny thighs and licked her avidly with a greedy little tongue. It was too much! Bernard glued himself against Valérie’s back with the firm intention of ramming his rock-hard cock right inside of her. Someone had to teach her the consequences of parading such behavior in front of him…but she was one step ahead of him. She scrambled up the ladder after Liana, and he was left panting, treading water, and erect to the point of exploding. But the spectacular view he had of those two incomparable female behinds made him come to his senses and hurry after them.