Goin' Down 1

by Renee Michaels, Collette Thomas, Aspen Mountain Press Authors

  His groin pointed out the obvious. The other occupant of the elevator was a beautiful, sexy woman.

  "I think,” she said softly, “that you're into ... earthly delights as much as I am."

  His next thought was x-rated with innocent flirting the last thing on his mind.

  * * * *

  Marietta watched the young man's eyebrows fly north ... just as the elevator stopped and the doors opened.

  Crapola.

  To her amusement, he cleared his throat. And shifted his hat to his front. She was right. He liked a little bounce in his boobs.

  "I am into earthly delights."

  The doors started to close as a couple dragging a crying two year-old yelled, “Wait! Wait for us, please."

  The three disgruntled travelers trooped into the elevator. The mother rubbed a hand over her face while the father scooped the crying boy into his arms and patted his back.

  Marietta's cowboy didn't show the teeniest bit of annoyance. Instead, he smiled. Marietta was closer to spitting in frustration than smiling. This guy had her hormones on the run.

  "Must be tired, huh?” he asked the daddy.

  "I'm exhausted,” the mother said.

  The daddy smiled grimly.

  The cowboy winked at Marietta. Oh my.

  The elevator lurched a tad and the doors started to close again.

  "This is your stop, ma'am,” the cowboy said as he stuck a hand out to hold the doors.

  Deck Twelve. Marietta sighed again. It was just getting interesting. “Yes, it is. Thank you.” She picked up her bag and tote and stepped out. As the doors closed, she turned and caught the cowboy's eye.

  "It's Marietta, not ma'am."

  His sexy smile was hot enough to heat her greenhouse.

  "Yes, ma'am.” He grinned. The doors shut.

  Marietta laughed out loud. “One for the kid.” Flirting with the hunky cowboy had been fun. But, as with most fun things, over too soon. And not likely to happen again. Damn. But it kept a smile on her face as she walked into the Crow's Nest, the highest bar onboard. One bartender, two couples looking out the large windows, and no Jessica or Katie. She chose a comfortable chair overlooking loading activities on the dock. Squirming in her seat, she tried to ease the ache in her pussy. That cowboy had turned her on and left her engine running. The bartender was something to look at, too. Tall, black as ebony, bald pate shining in the sparkling lights of the bar. But, since Marietta imagined herself spread-eagled on the bar, getting caught was a good bet, and she didn't want to get the poor man fired.

  But if he succumbed to her raging horniness, he'd pick her up by the waist and sit her on the shiny bar. Heat from her flesh would fog the shine. He'd plunge his redwood-hard dick into her pussy, after lapping her to a drenching orgasm. Gripping her by the hips—fifty year-old hips but still ready for action—he'd suck on her tits as they bounced in time to his banging her. Over and over....

  "May I get you something, ma'am?"

  Marietta shuddered. The bartender stood over her, a smile warming his face. And her pussy.

  "Strawberry daiquiri."

  It couldn't wrap its arms around her, but it would make her feel better. Being alone sucked. Big time. She counted back the years and months since Greg had passed away. Six years, eight months since he died, three years since her son had left for college, and one since her baby girl had moved on. She was alone and celibate. Didn't that suck? She'd been the fuck-me queen until the night she met Greg. He'd taken her at her word and then taught her things she hadn't dreamed of. Like a bed wasn't necessary for sex, and a face between your legs was heaven on earth. A cock knocking at the back of her throat was as much foreplay as a woman could want.

  Losing Greg had knocked her feet out from under her. Even him being fifteen years her senior hadn't clued her in that she might be left without her love. Without sex. One counselor had said her social skills had stopped maturing when she'd married, so she was like a twenty-three year old again. Too bad the mirror didn't agree.

  A frustrating hour later, her smile was wearing thin. She gave up her bartender fantasy when she started sweating. Now she'd had one virgin strawberry daiquiri and three not-so virgin strawberry daiquiris, and was still alone. Who knew where Jessica and Katie had gone to. They were probably waiting for her in their suite. If she only knew where that was she'd be all set. Well, she'd be there anyway if not set.

  Giving another drawn out sigh—she was really sighing too much lately—she headed for Deck Four and the Purser's Desk. They'd tell her where to go.

  Giggling at her unintended insult, she aimed for the aft elevators imagining her cowboy waiting for her. Like that would happen. She pressed the call button and bent over to put her onboard charge card back in her purse. The doors opened and she stumbled in while straightening out the shoulder strap. Two highly polished, black-as-sin cowboy boots brought her head up.

  It was her cowboy. Grinning.

  "Hello again."

  It was her turn to clear her throat. “Hi."

  He made a point to look into the empty hallway behind her. “Still lost?"

  "Still alone.” Why did I say that?

  "No you're not. I'm here."

  "What are you doing here?” I should have stuck with ‘still alone'.

  "The wedding is over, the toasts are made, and there are way too many giggling, crying women down there. I had to escape again."

  "But the fun part was just starting."

  The doors slid noiselessly closed. He lifted one side of his mouth into an adorable, crooked smile and watched her through inky black eyelashes. She wondered if he knew how close she was to cutting loose on him.

  "It could be,” he murmured.

  Marietta leaned against the back wall. Maybe he was teasing her, maybe he wasn't. He stood casually with his hat pushed to the back of his head. His hands were thrust into the back pockets of his black pants, pulling his white satin shirt tight across chest. His tight nipples made little tents in the shiny fabric. Her mouth watered. Another fantasy.

  "I was thinking we might get to know each other better."

  Wasn't this an interesting development. “I thought you were leaving the ship."

  "Not until just before they sail.” He looked at his watch. “That gives us almost an hour."

  A tease, or a fantasy come to life? Only one way to know and that was to ask. “So, where to, cowboy?” She planted a hand on one hip and cocked her leg. His head dipped.

  "Why don't I buy you a drink?"

  "I just left the nicest bar onboard."

  His laughter filled the small cubicle as he stabbed the Deck Twelve button, but the elevator was already moving. He hit the button again, but they continued down.

  "I give up,” he said. “You know, my family has a couple of cabins for guests to freshen up."

  Marietta's crotch twitched. Fantasy come to life. Could she? The guy was young, but of age. He was obviously interested. And sexy as hell. Okay, I can do this.

  The lights dimmed. A decision powerful enough to affect my vision. Wow.

  The lights dimmed again.

  "Uh-oh,” he muttered.

  Even Marietta had to admit her decision wouldn't affect his vision. She was good, but not that good.

  The lights flared briefly and then went out. A red emergency light came on. The elevator lurched.

  Marietta told her crotch to hold on a minute.

  The elevator stopped.

  "Well, damn,” he said.

  Marietta's thoughts exactly. Here she was all warmed up for a stranger-quickie and they were stuck. Even so, she couldn't take her eyes off his chest. The white silk took on the red glow of the light. Red highlights glinted in his black hair. And he wore that sexy, crooked smile.

  * * * *

  Cord's throat went dry. Marietta stared at his chest. He returned the favor. In the red haze of the emergency light, Marietta looked like a painted woman. He detected the faint aroma of rum and strawberries and imagined the scent
of her arousal. She licked her lips and his stomach tightened up.

  "Are we stuck?"

  "Yeah.” He hoped. He'd never done it in an elevator.

  "How long do you think we'll be here?” Her gaze was glued to his chest.

  "As long as it takes, with any luck,” he mumbled under his breath.

  "That long?” Marietta smiled.

  Man, he was going to buy several lottery tickets as soon as he got home. He swallowed hard when Marietta reached out to touch his chest.

  A tinny buzz interrupted her movement. He sighed and reached for the emergency phone.

  "Yes?"

  There was a slight hesitation. “Um, are you trapped in the elevator, sir?"

  "No, I'm calling for a pizza delivery.” He laughed at Marietta's chuckle. “Yes, we are."

  "There is more than one of you up there?"

  "No, just one of me but then there's Miss Marietta. And what do you mean ‘up there'? How far up are we?"

  "The elevator is stuck between Decks Twelve and Eleven, sir. We hope to have you out in a few minutes."

  Cord glanced at Marietta. “Take your time.” He started to hang up, but lifted the phone back to his ear. “Hey, you still there?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "Good. Call before you rescue us."

  "Um, I can do that. Yes, sir."

  "Good."

  He slipped the handset back into its cradle and clicked the door shut. Marietta was grinning.

  "Clever of you to have them call us before opening the doors."

  Cord was a gentleman. A randy, sensual, hands-on, lick-'em-till-they-come, fuck-'em-till-they-scream gentleman. And a gentleman always waits until he's asked.

  "You like clever?” he asked his fellow trappee.

  In answer, a red-tipped fingernail reached out and trailed down one side of his chest, flicking his nipple on the way down. His dick started pulling more than its share of blood from the rest of his body, but the other organs weren't complaining. When the fingernail reached his belt, Marietta looked up at him. She smiled almost shyly.

  He considered it being asked.

  Cupping her shoulders, Cord slid his hands down her bare arms to her elbows. He wrapped his hands around them and gently tugged her to him. She came willingly, her arms curling around his neck and her head dropping back. He touched her lips with his. She returned his kiss with one of her own.

  "You know I'm a bit older than you."

  Cord grinned. “Are you over eighteen?"

  She blew a disbelieving breath through her red lips. “I'll say."

  "Then you're old enough.” He stopped any more complaints by holding her tighter and kissing her harder.

  She molded against him, fit him from chest to knees. Her large breasts flattened as he hugged her, her mouth opened as he kissed her. His tongue darted in tasting strawberries and rum. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, and she sighed into his mouth.

  His hands craved her tits. Gently, he opened a space between them and slid his hand under her shirt. Soft, smooth flesh greeted him. He cupped her bra-clad breast and gave a gentle squeeze, then rolled her hard nipple between his sensitive fingers. He loved tits and nipples.

  Marietta wiggled a bit as she slipped her bra strap down her arm. Cord slipped her pillow-soft breast out of the cup and filled his hand. He groaned and ripped his lips from hers to take the turgid brown nipple into his mouth. Sucking hard, he rubbed his dick against her hip and slid a leg between hers.

  "Ohhh..."

  "You like that?” He was always careful to please his partner. After all, women were the sexier sex.

  "Yes ... Please.” She groaned and bit his shoulder through his shirt.

  Grappling in the reddened darkness, he shrugged out of his shirt giving Marietta the same access to his chest she'd given him to hers. He liked to show appreciation. She licked his nipple and his dick throbbed.

  A buzzing began in his ears. Marietta pushed his hand away from her breast and held it for him. She rubbed the nipple against his lips. He wrapped his teeth around it and give a very gentle tug, then filled his mouth with her glorious breast. She rode his leg. The buzzing in his ears got louder.

  "Ohh, no."

  "Yes, it's all right.” He slid his other hand up to cup the other breast.

  "No. It's the phone.” She moaned and pressed her chest into his hand. “The emergency phone."

  Cord lifted his head. “Shit."

  He had to release her breasts to pick up the handset from hell.

  "What?"

  Cord heard a gulp but wasn't sorry for his tone of voice. Things were just heating up.

  "Um, sir? I'm sorry, sir, but it looks like it will be at least fifteen minutes, maybe half an hour before we can get you and the lady out."

  "Really?” he said smiling. “That's great."

  "Great, sir?"

  "I mean, that's okay. You just do what you have to, and we'll be fine right where we are.” He watched as Marietta, who had heard the news, unbuttoned her blouse and took her bra off. Both breasts spilled out, nipples hard as unripe cherries.

  "Don't forget to call before you get us moving.” Cord practically choked on the last word because Marietta was cupping the undersides of her breasts and pushing them together. He tried three times to find the phone cradle before he took over for her and got his hands on her luscious breasts. He dipped his head and ran his tongue through her cleavage. He was in tit heaven.

  "I want to spread my legs wide open, wide enough to hurt, then bear down and push my cunt into your face."

  Cord almost fainted. “Okay.” He reached for her zipper. Together, they managed to get her jeans down to her ankles before the phone rang.

  He ripped it from the cradle. “What?” he yelled.

  "I know you're both frustrated being trapped in the elevator, and I assure you the cruise line will make amends. Right now I need to know your names. Please."

  Cord regretted his yelling. The man was just doing his job and was probably under a lot of pressure. Tough shit, so was he.

  "Cord McGary and Marietta.... “He looked at her.

  "Halsey."

  "Marietta Halsey.” He smiled at Marietta while the man on the other line conferred with someone.

  "Hello? Hello!"

  "Hi. Who's this?"

  "My name is Jessica Drummond. I believe my friend Marietta is down there with you."

  Marietta rolled her eyes. “Now they find me."

  Cord chuckled and handed her the phone. While she held it to her head, he nuzzled her breasts.

  "I'm fine, Jessica. Really fine."

  Cord gently bit her neck. She giggled.

  "Oh, nothing really. This fine young gentleman smiled at me and he has a very nice smile."

  Cord nibbled on her earlobe. He could hear muffled words, but didn't pay any attention. He was worshipping at the altar of Marietta's breasts.

  "No, no. I'm fine. Tell them to take their time."

  Cord slid his hands under a heavy breast. Marietta stared at him.

  "I have to go now, Jessica."

  Cord smiled into soft flesh.

  "No, I'll be fine. More than fine."

  She hung up the phone with careful deliberation. “My pants are around my ankles."

  "Yeah, but your legs are tight together. How can I lick your pussy that way?"

  Marietta looked around, found their shirts, and spread them on the floor. She lay down and opened her legs.

  Oh, God. Could this woman be any more perfect? Her white breasts puddled on her chest, the nipples perfectly centered. Her tummy was soft and round with a deep belly button that would hold champagne. She reached her shapely arms down and hooked her hands under her knees. She pulled them up almost to her chest. Cord dropped to his knees.

  "Kee-rist."

  "You like to look?” she asked softly.

  He lifted his eyes to her wonderful face and nodded dumbly.

  "Help yourself."

  * * * *

  Wha
t the hell am I doing? We went from flirting, to teasing, to fucking without missing a beat. Never before had she felt such an immediate connection with a man.

  Marietta lay on her back, her knees pulled up, with the cowboy kneeling between her legs. Her pussy pulsed with excitement. She could feel her juices moving. She clenched her twat and released it with a grin. The cowboy clutched his heart.

  She grinned. I'm having the time of my life. “Hold my feet."

  He looked her in the eye and took a foot in each hand. Marietta released her knees and pulled her labia open wider. She slid a finger along her slit, getting it good and creamy. Then she lifted it to his lips.

  He wrapped his lips around it and sucked it clean.

  "Why don't you get comfortable?"

  The cowboy—Cord, he'd said—sat down and pulled off his boots. He stood up and whisked his pants off.

  "You like to look?” he asked her back.

  "Oh, yeah.” She settled her feet on the floor but kept her legs spread. Cord took his dick in hand and moved to her side. He squatted next to her. His balls hung within reach. She reached.

  Cupping them, she let one finger slide toward his rectum. He clenched. His musk was an unnecessary aphrodisiac.

  "Pull on it?” she asked.

  He took his hand away. “Why should I when I have you here?"

  She played with her nipples. “How about you straddle my face while I hold my tits together and suck on your balls? You can tit-fuck me while you snack."

  "Bossy thing, aren't you?"

  The cowboy stood up. Marietta was devastated. She thought he was okay with her taking the lead. Some men might be put off by her exhibitionism but it was for their enjoyment as well as hers. Cord appeared to like it. At first.

  Before she was aware of what was happening, Cord was burying his face between her legs and playing with her breast with one hand.

  "Uhh, oooh ... thought you didn't like...” She wasn't quite sure what he didn't like. He lifted his glistening lips.

  * * * *

  "I like everything about you, Marietta. From your breasts—” He gave her nipple a tweak. “—to your clit.” He pulled her flesh back to expose said clit and gently bit. Marietta jerked. “But if you had sucked my balls I'd have come all over my own face."