by vano56
She visualizes him sliding his still stiff cock out of her trailing their intermingled cum juices over her pubic area and legs as he dismounts. The woman slowly moves her wet warm sex away from her. They lie down on the bed next to her; the man lying between the two women he softly stokes their spent bodies. Her eyes droop closing slowly when she reopens them they have disappeared. They had mysteriously appeared from nowhere and they had now disappeared the same way they had come.
With trembling legs she shakily walks to the bathroom holding onto the basin as she runs water into the basin takes a washcloth and washes and rinses herself.
Feeling shattered by the discovery of her carnal sexuality she lowers herself onto the toilet seat until the trembling stops, she lowers her head into her shaking hands not knowing where this carnal animalistic lust that had overcome her had come from.
Eventually the trembling and shaking subsides and she’s able to stand unaided she’s too scared to look at herself in the mirror, terrified that everyone will be able to see the carnal lust that has been set free.
She raises her eyes to the mirror but can’t discern a difference in her countenance and breathes a sigh of relief.
She suddenly realizes that quite a number of hours have passed since she entered the cabin. She has no idea what the time is.
She re-enters her cabin and looks to see what the time is and breathes a sigh of relief, enough time for a very cold shower. Maybe a cold bath would be even better.
She runs her clammy hands over her face still feeling flushed and hot all over. Disbelief courses through her at how wanton and carnal the thoughts that had sped through her head. Shaking her head in disbelief unable to comprehend what had happened.
She starts trembling again wondering if she’ll have to stay locked away in the cabin for the rest of the cruise. Her heart palpitating in her breast, she’s so embarrassed as she had never behaved in a immoral or wanton promiscuous way. Craving sex as a drug addict craves his next fix. She already feels warmth spreading through her; this is insane is she going off her rocker?
She decides a cold shower is needed urgently, no bath as she’s petrified she’ll be tempted to go down the same road again. Her throat constricts at the thought, she’d hardly able to swallow, she runs water into a glass slowly sipping it.
She looks around the cabin again and realizes it’s a mess, her dress thrown over a chair her underwear thrown where they fell, the bedcovers badly rumpled. It looks as if an orgy has taken place. Her face flooding with colour as she remembers her very vivid fantasy.
She quickly tidies the cabin then slips into a cold shower soaping herself all over, but as soon as she touches her breasts or pubic area a hot flush courses through her. Rinsing her body off and shampooing her hair she hastily steps out of the shower cubicle, wrapping a bathrobe around her body. Averting her eyes from the mirror she quickly exits the bathroom and heads towards the balcony door. Maybe some fresh air would help to settle her down. That and a ice cold drink to settle her nerves
In the bar fridge she finds an array of drinks on offer and decides on an cold gin and tonic in a tall glass with lots and lots of ice.
She opens the balcony door and leaves the cabin a cool fresh breeze wafts over her. She feels better already but doesn’t relax totally; she’s still tense and uptight.
She sits back and sips the cold drink finding her muscles unfurling and relaxing somewhat more. And a sigh of relief escapes her lips.
She closes her eyes, pictures flip before her eyes, her husband when they first met, their wedding, honeymoon, holidays spent together,. Suddenly the vision changes and a hot pulsating very well-endowed dreamboat is in her mind’s eye pulsating spasms rock her she wants him, needs him, craving his body wanting to eat him, lick him, stroke him, play with him, tease him and titillate him enticing him to enter her spiders web. Devouring him with her eyes, her mouth, squeeze him tight in her wet warmth, enveloping him deep in her tunnel of love impaled on him, him drilling himself deeper and deeper into her welcoming cleft, devouring him in every which way possible. Him withdrawing from her then plunging himself deep into her again and again his instrument working its magic on her. Probing at her playing with her now teasing her pleasing her reaching new heights of carnal lust.
She gasps and opens her eyes shocked to the core by the clarity and promiscuousness of her thoughts. Her hands trembling spilling her drink on herself feeling the cold trickling of the drink running down her pubic hair inflaming her even more. Gasping and moaning she places the ice cold glass next to her throbbing cavity, seeking relief, finding none. Hungering and thirsting needing to be filled up all the way.
Shoving the glass away from her she flees into the cabin straight to the bathroom into the shower stall, turning the cold water tap onto full blast letting the water cascade down on her. Her heart rate slowing down to a stutter, her flushed body slowly cooling down, the trembling abating. She realises she needs to get out of the cabin fast.
Stumbling out of the shower she grabs a towel and rushes to the cabin opens the wardrobe and grasps the first dress on a hanger. The dress is emerald green almost the same colour of her eyes. She grabs a pair of panties and snatches up a bra a pair of black shoes and matching handbag. With trembling fingers she dresses, underwear, dress, shoes, rushes through to the bathroom rakes a comb through her unruly hair, adds a touch of lipstick to her luscious lips. She’s almost ready to go, grabs a pack of tissues, the lipstick and hurries back into the cabin, grabs the bag placing tissues, lipstick, key card and her purse and flees hurriedly from the cabin. Convinced she has contracted cabin fever.
Reaching the upper deck she heads for the bar seeking a drink to steady her, trying to act cool, calm and collected she seats herself at an outside table so that the cool breeze can drift over her.
Her thoughts drift to Paris and all the sightseeing that she intended to fit into her itinerary, the Eiffel Tower, the quaint restaurants, she would fit in as much as she could into the three weeks that she was there. A boat trip on the river Seine, the artists on the sidewalks of Paris, Mont mart.
Ordering a tall glass of ice cold fruit juice, no more alcohol for her right now. Letting her eyes wander she watches children swimming, playing in the water. Mother’s and Father’s watching their offspring at play. Her one biggest regret was in life was being unable to unable to fall pregnant or falling pregnant but not being able to carry to term. If she had been able to she would have had either a teenage daughter or a son but it was not to be it was not in their destiny.
Relieved to be able to think normal thoughts she smiles to herself, she suddenly hears her husband’s voice “Not going insane yet, My Dear.” She softly to herself cherishing the idea that she could after all carry on and treasure the special times they spent together and his special term of endearment for her, My Dear. Always making a point of looking into her eyes gently touching her face.
Glancing at the time she realizes there is still plenty of time before dinner, she decides to take a short stroll around and familiarize herself with where everything is to be located. She strolls around taking her time, she eventually finds a book store, she enters and browses around eventually finding a couple of thrillers that should capture her imagination.
The suns almost fully set, My Dear makes her way to lockers located close to the dining room, deposits her purchases therein, removes the key and places it in her bag for safekeeping. At the reception desk she makes enquiries as to where she would be seated for the duration of the cruise.
Her eyes widen in surprise when told she’s seated at the Captain’s table, she makes her way to the designated table looking for her name tag to indicate where she’s to be seated. Most of the diners are already seated, she notes the Captain’s is about fifty two or thereabouts, he’s a very distinguished looking man with a nice physic.
As My Dear approaches the table the captain and the other men rise to in welcome, they all nod a greeting with warm welcoming smiles. The Captain sha
kes her hand and stands aside pulls her chair out for her, a real gentleman. The Captain introduces My Dear to the other diners.
Waiters hover around then offer to pour wine for her, she accepts and indicates that she’ll have a glass of white wine. The level of conversation picks us as the other diners chat and get to know each other.
My Dear is seated to the right of the Captain; there are two empty seats to the left hand side of her.
The Captain engages her in small-talk with her and the other two diners arrive, Introductions are made the husband pulls out the chair for his wife and then seats himself next to her. She smiles shyly at the two new-comers they also make small-talk, where they come from, why they are on the cruise etc.
The band strikes up and as tradition dictates the Captain and a female passenger open the dance floor. He indicates that would like My Dear to open the dance floor with him. It’s a slow waltz.
He takes her in his arms and they slowly start moving around the dance floor, they have only made a couple of turns on the dance floor when she feels his erection pressing into her, she draws her breath in and feels herself responding to him, warmth spreading through her body, her heart rate increases her body tingling all over.
He pulls her closer to him and whispers in her ear, that she’s incredibly beautiful, she raises her head and looks into his eyes and feels and electric like shock travelling through her. She feels his heart his heart palpitating in his chest.
Other dancers join them on the dance floor and My Dear relaxes slightly as she doesn’t feel as if each and every pair of eyes are on them anymore.
She rests her head on his chin as they circle the dance floor, she feels his throbbing member against her heat racked body, desire coursing through her, her wetness becoming a very clear to My Dear.
In her husky voice she whispers in his ear “perhaps they ought to return to their table and resume their seating.” The slow-burn running through her making her very self-conscious, he steers her in the direction of their table pulls her chair out and then quickly seats himself.