Sara came home as she always did, expecting an empty house and an empty life.
It had been three months since the love of her life had left for his job in Europe and her home never felt more
empty.
Like coming home to an empty tomb. For the longest time she held a smile on her face all
day looking forward to coming home. Now,
head held low she shut the door to her small car and crept up the front walk.
Each step was an eternity into another lonely night. A pain, which she had felt so many nights before throbbed
within her chest. It hurt more than a thousand knives that her life was so empty.
Sara reached for her keys to the front door and paused. There was a change this night. A curious
change. An envelope was taped to the front door. She let go of her keys half way into the lock and
reached for the bulky little package.
Tearing it away she examined each side of the blank, white
envelope.
She slid a finger along the top, tearing the curious package open. She reached two fingers
inside and removed and folded sheet of paper. As she carefully unfolded it a single ticket fell from
inside.
Eyes following it down her heart began to pound with mysterious anticipation. Who could
be doing this? Who knows me? Why now? These were just a few of the many questions racing
through her mind as she knelt down and picked up the ticket.
Her eyes widened as she read the front. It was a pass for a cruise. A cruise that was
scheduled to leave that evening. Heart racing she opened the paper.
A gift for you from an admirer.
Come as you are.
Turn around.
Sara turned on her heel to face the street. The envelope, note, and ticket fell from her grasp
at the sight of a black limousine parked behind her compact car. The driver stood at attention by the
opened rear door. What surprised her more was its stealth in arriving. Had she been so distracted
by her life?
A choice now lay before her. A stranger had offered a change to her everyday misery. A
chance to get away and have fun. But then there was the other side. She was deeply in love and the
idea of a secret admirer was a bit too much. With all the stories circling about stalkers and Internet
predators the concern was valid.
Yet, it was a cruise with lots of people and the ticket did say single occupant. This could just be
a gift and nothing more.
What the hell, she thought to herself.
She pulled the keys from the lock and slipped them in her pocket. Leaving her troubles and
loneliness behind she headed straight for the limousine. The same steps that had pained the end of
her day seemed to add a bounce to her step. Her mind told her not to do this, but since when had she
listened to her conscious. If she had done that she never would have married a man who was
destined to move to Europe with his job.
The driver took a step back from the door and smiled. He had a grin that he knew something
she did not. No cause for alarm in her mind though. At this point she knew nothing other than she
was going to have a much better weekend.
The drive to the port was a distant one. For a woman full of curiosity and intrigue though
it was brief. The sights and sounds of her imagination led her into a world of wonder. She had never
been on a cruise before. She and her husband had talked about it, but their desires never bared fruit.
Their marriage was an act of loved filled insanity and their honeymoon was a weekend spent
packing. Not at all how she pictured a new phase of her life.
The car stopped while she held images of people dancing in a conga line on the deck. The
driver was at her door in a flash. He remained behind the door, giving her a wide birth at which to
admire her next mode of transportation. He had obviously done this before, because she needed it.
He had parked not more than twenty feet from the ramp leading into the ship and she had a towering
view of the floating palace.
Staggering a step or two, she regained her posture and smiled. She felt no embarrassment
towards her actions. Only a bit ashamed that she was enjoying the circumstances. The driver shut
the door behind her and tipped his hat to her. She gave him a warm smile that told him enough. The
emptiness behind her eyes explained it all and he took his leave of her.
Sara joined the excited hordes of vacation goers walking up the plank to the entrance. She
peeked over the edge, looking down fifty feet to the small gap of water between the ship and the
dock. She had never been too fond of heights and she suddenly felt nauseated. She noted that the
observation deck was higher yet and smiled. That would be one deck she would not venture out on
anytime soon.
She showed her pass to a steward at the ship entrance. He waved her past and she continued
inward. A gasp escaped her lips at the grandeur of the regal vessel. A central area began at this deck
and opened six decks upward. Each railed deck was well lit with shops offering duty free services.
The temptation grasped her tightly, forcing her uncertainty from her body. With only the clothes on
her back a nice shopping spree was in order.
First things first though. She had to find her room and relax for a moment.
A cruise director waited patiently to help confused passengers. Sara approached and held up her pass. He quickly
scanned the ticket and smiled. He pointed straight up and told her the room was on the top passenger
deck. Arrows would show her where from there.
She squinted and shuffled off to one of three open elevators and stepped inside. She was not
sure how cruise ships worked, but she knew a top deck room could not be cheap.
Images of Las Vegas suits danced in her mind on the ride up. Good thing too. Had she looked out the round glass
window of the elevator she might have fainted. It was quite a drop to the deck she had been on.
The doors parted and right away she found the directional plaques the cruiser director had
told her about. Sara double checked her room number and followed the directions to the outside of
the ship.
A couple walked just ahead of her, hugging each other tightly. Their romantic energy gave
her cause to smile. She so deeply wanted her husband to enjoy this with her.
Sara found her room, door open wide. Had she been carrying luggage it surely would have
fallen to the ground. Her knees buckled in an effort to fall away. Her heart skipped several beats.
Never in her wildest imagination could she have expected what she found.
Bright from a distant setting sun, the room was basked in an orange glow. A large bathroom
was off to the right, and from the reflection in the mirror she could see a spacious tub. A waiting
area separated herself from the bedroom, adorned with wonderful paintings of where the cruise ship
had been.
Sara walked past the waiting room and into the bedroom. A large bed filled the center of the
room. A gentle ocean breeze blew through the room, brushing gentle waves across the light sheets.
The open, glass doors beyond the bed gave way to a private deck that could rival the one she had at
home. Well polished woods and two lounge chairs filled her lower view while a spectacular sunset
took hold of the rest.
It was perfect.
A knock at the front brought her attention. Sara turned to find a steward standing in the
doorway, a dress draped over his arm.
Do you have the right room? she asked of him.
The young man entered swiftly and lay the garment across the bed. Yes maam, he said with
a proud snap to his voice. This dress is for you as is a five hundred dollar room credit. He smiled.
On behalf of the captain and crew, I hope your stay is a pleasant one.
He gave her a short bow, turned on his heel and disappeared the way he came.
Curious was a word that popped into her mind. The limousine, the cruiser, now a dress and
a credit. The feeling quickly passed though as the idea of the shops and a credit pierced her
inquisitive self. A shopping spree was in order.
Not all of the shops were open so she decided to rest in the room waiting area couch.
Sara apparently was exhausted with the days excitement as a short nap turned into the start of the next
day. She cursed at herself for missing the light dinner offered the first night, but just as quickly
dismissed it. A good nights sleep was what she truly needed and it prepared her for a day of
exploring.
Sara hit the morning buffet then ventured outdoors. Though she never got closer than ten feet
to the outside railing, she did have fun walking the distance of the ship several times on each deck.
She watched kids playing in one of the three pools, an older couple playing a rather aggressive game
of shuffle board, and a younger couple teaching each other how to drive a golf ball in a netted tee.
She did not do much for herself. She found more enjoyment in watching others themselves.
The romantic air filled her, slowing her breathing and calming her heart. The longing for her
husband to be with her lingered, but not as painfully. She pictured him holding her arm and
whispering his love into her ear. What would have given her tears before now brought a smile to
her face.
Late afternoon came quickly and Sara had the first of the two nightly dinner schedules. She
walked back to her room and quickly disrobed. The dress was still carefully displayed on the bed
that she had not slept in. She removed the protective plastic from around the garment and tossed it
aside. For the first time she saw the cut and elegance of her gift dress.
Sara slipped it over herself and walked to the bathroom. She stood there, nervous at the low
cut of the front, higher than expected hemline, and material-less back. Somehow though, there was
an uncanny beauty to the piece that caught her eye. It fit her form perfectly, covering her chest just
right, and flowing where it was needed. It was both sensual and sophisticated at once. Exactly the
way she needed to feel.
Having explored the length of the ship, Sara glided to the dinning hall with experienced ease.
Her stunning form drew the eyes of many men and a handful of women. One couple went so far as
to look her over then whisper into each others ear. A quick fondle of one another brought a smile
to her face. That was one couple that might not make it back to the room in time.
A card had told her which table she had been assigned to, but before she could enter the room
a steward handed her a decorative mask designed to cover her eyes. Sara looked around and saw that
everyone in the room was also wearing a mask. She glanced back to a sign outside the hall and
smirked. In her bliss of the day she had failed to realize that tonights dinner had a masquerade
theme. She grinned and slipped the mask over her face.
Each table seated ten. She found hers with one open seat and she slipped into it. The rest
of the seats were filled with four couples and a solitary man next to her. Maybe single. Maybe here
with one of the couples. Maybe her suitor. She glanced to her right to him, but found only a mask.
It hid just enough of his face.
Um...are you enjoying your stay? she asked with a nervous twinge.
The stranger turned, his broad shoulders seeming to slow down time as he faced her. He had
a smooth face, much different than her husbands rugged beard. His piercing green eyes, a sharp
contrast from Jonathans.
Jonathan, she thought to herself. That was the first time she had even
thought his name since he left. Was he becoming that distant to her? Not once had she thought of
him any less than her love.
The strangers lips parted. Not yet.
His voice was strong and embracing. His warm breath washed over her and sent a chill down
her back. Her toes curled. The hidden face. The handsome form. The idea that this might be her
admirer. It crushed her mind and inflamed her heart. He had seduced her with just two words.
She smiled. Had she been single he would not have been in that suit for long.
And what do you mean by that? A woman asked from across the table. This ship is
marvelous.
Not breaking his intense gaze upon Sara his lips parted again. I'll answer your question
tomorrow night.
The remark drew gasps and whispers from the couples. For Sara she found it hard to breath.
This had to be the barer of her gifts and he was here to make her his own. It scared her. In her
everyday life an obvious advance as this could be easily fended off. The situation was different here.
She knew she owed him nothing other than a thank you for what he had given her. What she felt was
entirely different. He had set up the perfect scenario for seduction. The loss in her heart, the
romantic cruise, a masquerade. She felt herself giving in before his true seduction had even begun.
I'm Sara, she whispered with strength.
She quivered. He knew everything about her with a word. And you are?
He smiled. He knew he was getting to her. Yours, he said. His words seeping from his lips
and binding her in place.
A soft whisper breezed her ear from behind her. He said his name was Jay.
Sara smirked. Jay, huh?
He had not expected someone to break his rhythm. It was evident in his sudden rise in tone
and speed. Yes. He leaned closer. But I can change it to your liking.
Smooth. Nice recovery on his part, though not needed.
Throughout dinner Sara and Jay shared glances. Each one of hers was meant to observe his
actions and size him up. Each one of his was more intense. He peered into her soul and turned on
an area of her that had been dormant for some time.
The early courses seemed to pass quickly as did several bottles of wine for the table. The main
course had been brought as was a new bottle for each couple. Sara wanted to object to the idea that
she and Jay were a couple, but the earlier drinks kept her mind at bay. Her heart needed this and
overpowered any objections that dared to take shape.
Jay poured her a full glass with one hand. His other disappeared below the table. Sara felt
a nervous twinge shake her hands. She expected an advance. She waited, but his hand reappeared
with his napkin. He wiped away a forming drop from the edge of the bottle and dropped the cloth
back into his lap.
Whats happening to me? She was actually disappointed that he had not made an advance.
Jay picked up his glass. A toast?
Sara smiled and picked up her glass. To your wonderful gift. One I needed more than you
could possibly know.
The two clinked their glasses together. With the glass at the edge of her lips her eyes sprung
open.
Five fingers circled her slightly exposed knee. The rest of his hand cupped her shaking skin
and sent a wave of warmth up her body. A sudden chill caused by her surprise and fear was quelled
before it could leave her leg.
Sara downed the entire glass with one swift move. The wine hit her fast and continued the
warming trend that his hand had started. She set the glass back down and motioned her eyes to it.
Jay was more than happy to oblige and he poured her yet another glass. He stopped half way though.
His actions were loud enough for her. He knew her well. He would indulge her need to quell
her fears, but not enough to take advantage of her. His obvious care of her feelings and the feelings
that would come inspired what she did next.
Sara parted her legs, moving the one he grasped closer to him. Without looking she could
feel him smile. It was a blatant invite to enjoy her soft legs, but it made no mention of future invites.
It was a tease in a way. One that she would enjoy immensely.
Jay knew her leg as if he had explored it before. His hand ran up along the top, sliding her
dress to her upper thighs. He stopped out of respect and caressed her sensitive flesh as he slid back
to her knee. His fingers spread. He ran his hand to the inside of her thigh and ran his fingers up
again. He stopped a little higher this time, pausing to work his fingers against the skin.
Sara bit her lower lip and shut her eyes. Her desires pulsed throughout her body. Her fingers
tingled. Her toes tightened against one another. Her mind told her not to proceed, but a body with
needs of its own won out. She slid ever so slightly on her chair closer to him and parted her legs a
bit more. She continued to bite her lip, but a smile pierced the pleasured expression.
He would not disappoint her. Jay lightened his grasp of her thigh and slid her dress to her
waist. The tip of his middle finger traced the edge of her panties. The chill returned with a
vengeance and she fought not to show her quivering above the table. It became harder and harder
as other fingers joined the first.
Not hungry, dear? An elder woman asked from her side.
Leaving her eyes shut, Sara answered in her best controlled voice. I think the salad didnt sit
well with me.
Oh well. Youre missing out.
If you only knew.
The smile grew as did his boldness. A finger broke the grip of her panties and began to race
along the inside. She could feel herself grow excited and if he were to continue inward he would
find out too. Her mind was dizzy with the moment and she hoped he would.
Again she was not disappointed. His trailing fingers slipped inside and his middle found its
mark. He ran the tip lightly over her lips. Sara bit harder to contain a need to moan. She began to
feel pain as she experienced pleasure. His first finger was joined by the others. He gently rubbed
across her, driving her desires insane. She squirmed against him, hoping that he would go further.
Shall we dance?
Her eyes shot open. Sara looked to her plate and noticed that desert had already been served.
Dinner had passed so quickly. Too quickly. She was ready to explode and now had to regain her
composure.
The other couples had already stood and stretched and were preparing to leave as Jay
retracted his fingers.
How cruel. She glared at him as he stood. Quickly she adjusted her dress to cover the
evidence of her arousal and she joined him. He offered her an arm and she accepted.
Looks like it might be a favorable review, came a comment.
Possibly, Sara thought.
Jay led her to one of the many small dance rooms on the ship. The walls were of a soft wood
and the music playing was classical orchestra. He had chosen well.
If there was a better atmosphere
for seduction she did not know of one.
The two did not stop until they reached the dance floor. Jay held out his right hand as a gentleman
would. She took his hand and allowed his other to grip her waist. Sara had never ballroom danced
before, but it was evident that Jay had. He led beautifully, gliding with the music and drawing her
along. Her dressed twirled behind her. Her mind was not far behind. She was dizzy with passion.
The upbeat song ended. Sara found her heart racing. Jay pointed to a steward who nodded.
He backed behind a booth and slipped in a new song.
Sara knew where he was going as a soft song began. He pulled her close to him and wrapped
his arms around her. She let go and sank into his arms. She let him hold her up and soak in any
lingering pain that was within her. He moved her around the dance floor while his hands rubbed
across her back.
A realization struck her half way into the song. Jay had unfastened her bra through her dress
and it was gone. Eyes wide she looked at him. He simply smiled and pulled her loose breasts
against his chest. She felt the outline of the bra beneath his jacket.
It was then, noting that she had
could not even feel the garment being removed behind her passion that she gave into the idea that
he had her, body and soul.
Sara leaned up and kissed his neck. He returned the favor by moving his hands down to her
behind. He gripped her tightly, massaging her skin. She locked her lips against his neck, nibbling
at his smooth skin. He in turn ran his fingers along the curves of her behind, tracing her panties.
She relived his exploration in the dining hall and felt weak.
Jay did not hesitate to pull her off his chest and lead her to a booth in the beck of the room.
He set her in the padded chair and slid her to the corner. He gently set down beside her.
They could not have timed their break better. Several couples entered the room and promptly
began dancing. Several more entered and sat down at tables closer to the dance floor.
All eyes were
on the floor and the dancers enjoying each others company. All eyes expect for the quiet couple in
the back of the room. Sara and Jay staring into each others eyes.
He slightly lifted the table cloth that reached to the floor and slowly slid under. His mask
caught on the edge of the table, but he gripped it before he was exposed. She tingled with
enthusiasm of what she knew was to come.
She felt his hands wrap around her ankles, then slowly slid up her calves. He took his time,
massaging every muscle as he climbed. He reached her knees and tickled the undersides. She
giggled, stopping as he ran his hands along the inside of her thighs. His fingers slipped inside her
panties and gently pulled. She lifted herself just off the seat and allowed him to free her.
Just as slowly he slid them down her legs and off her feet. She did not have long to wait. Before the tingle of her panties sliding down her legs could
subside, Jays soft face slid along her thighs. His nose ran between her lips and down the folds of her
most sensitive skin. Sara shuttered then looked around the room. No one was looking, but the idea
and thrill were ever present.
Jay slowly ran his nose up again and took in her scent. The rush of his inhale tickled her to
further arousal. He answered with the tip of his tongue running down one side of her lips. He
paused at her moist opening and gentle pushed again her. He stopped and ran his tongue back up
the other side. His lips wrapped around her lips and he softly sucked on her.
Sara grabbed the edge of the table and dug in. The excitement of being so exposed and so
aroused pushed her too the edge. He would not let her off that easily though. He let go and brushed
his cheek along her thigh. He slipped his tongue against her again and encircled her lips.
Please, she said to herself.
Her backed tensed. Please, she whispered.
Jay must have heard her. He slipped his tongue down to her entrance and pressed. The tip
of his tongue slipped inside. Sara did not know her back could tense further, but it did.
He slowly entered her, pushing closer to her. The tip of his nose reached the folds of her lips and brushed back
and forth across them. They kept in time with the thrusting of his thick tongue.
Sara began to sway her hips with his exploring. He rolled his tongue back and forth, giving
her more edges to feel. He pressed inside and ran along the front of her den of passion and pulled
out, all the while his soft nose massaging every inch of her. Each thrust drove her closer to the edge.
Her tongue traced the inside of her lips, mimicking his every move. She began to perspire. Her nails
tore into the wood of the table.
Her movements increased and he intensified his efforts. He worked her harder and faster.
Her legs slid up onto his shoulders and wrapped around his neck.. She pulled him tight against her,
his nose pressing further. She could feel his every twitch. His thrusting tongue intensified, reaching
deeper within her.
A spasm shot up Saras back and she exploded into ecstasy. She dropped her hands below
the table and ran her hands through his hair. Each spasm of pure pleasure forced her to grip him
tighter. In turn he matched her rhythmic pleasure with gentle rubs across her lips. Her moment
lasted for an eternity. His touch kept her going.
Her muscles released all at once. Jay must have felt her completion and he pulled back. He
slid back into his seat and wrapped an arm around her. Sara was exhausted. Her body continued to
tingle and she leaned into him. He ran his hand up her back and lightly rubbed her neck.
I know, he softly stopped her. Dont say a word.
She suddenly found strength and she pulled back from him. Without a look into his eyes she
slid out the other side of the booth. I have to go.
Sara adjusted her dress as she paced out of the room. She walked in circles around the deck
looking for access to the outside. She had let the passion of the night get to her. She had given
herself to a stranger.
A smile pierced her troubled thoughts. It was worth the moment.
The smile disappeared as quickly as it came though. It was not worth the rest of her life.
Sara found her way to stairs and slowly climbed to an outdoor deck. Her legs trembled but
the strength in her shame drove her on. She reached the top of the steps and looked outward from
the ship. The moon was bright and shinning down on the water. It drew her, against her fears to the
railing. There she found a soft breeze that chilled her passion and an even softer light dancing across
the soft waves.
Sara stood there, gripping the rail and watching the moon travel across the sky for hours. Couples
stopped close by, enjoyed a moment or two then left. She paid them no mind other than a passing
glance. Her thoughts were elsewhere. They were thousands of miles away to a man that wanted to
come home to her. A man she so desperately wanted to be with her now.
Sara, came the soft voice from behind.
She owed him nothing more than a thank you. That was it. He seduced her. There was
nothing there. It was just sex. It was just pleasure. Incredible pleasure.
His hands gripped her shoulders and her head dropped. She would not shrug him off.
Jonathan wont be upset.
A tear welled up in her eye. She squinted. He said his name. Why did he say his name?
Let go.
His light touch ran down her back. He gripped the edge of her dress and lifted it to her waist.
The cool breeze chilled her baron flesh.
Ive gone this far, she thought.
Sara turned. She gripped his waist and planted her lips against his. His moist lips welcomed
hers, but she would not stop there. She broke the kiss and slid down his chest. Her back was to the
railing and she was blocked from view by his body. The damage had been done. What did she have
to lose.
Despite a tug by Jay to prevent what she was going to do she reached for his pants and undid
them.
He did not resist. She reached within and freed his excited state. She exposed enough of him
to enjoy, but also conceal in the event that there were others still up at this time.
A light moistening of her trembling lips and she wrapped them around the tip of his arousal. She felt no passion, only
anger at herself and it showed. She quickly sucked him into her.
Jay flinched. He could feel her lack of need and he held her head. Sara, he said softly.
She ignored him, taking him into her mouth again.
Sara, please.
She felt something light fall onto her shoulder. Then another fell onto her other shoulder.
She pulled back from him and noticed he was holding his mask. She did not want too look, but she
had to. She had to know who she destroyed her husbands trust with.
A tickle on her neck brought her fingers to what had fallen on her. She removed what felt
like a small indented disk. She looked over the small object. It had a tint of green and looked as
those it could fit over the eye.
Her eyes widened. Her pulse quickened. Sara dropped the contact lens and looked up. And
looked into the eyes of her smiling husband.
Chills of excitement raced throughout her body. Her
knees gave way and she dropped to the deck. A thousand questions pursed her lips, but never found
form behind her heavy breathing.
Jonathan reached down and held out his hand. Sara accepted it and was helped to her feet
where she promptly fell into his warm embrace.
How did you do this? She said almost out of breath.
Does it matter?
A new excitement built within her. He held her with love, but she held him with passion.
It was his touch, his tongue, his taste in her mouth and she wanted more now than ever. She worked
her hands between the two and slid them to his softening prowess. She wrapped her fingers around
him and slowly massaged his renewing interest.
Mmmmmm. Shall we go back to the,
Sara would not let him finish. She pressed her lips to his and promptly explored his mouth
with her tongue. She slid her leg up along his and wrapped it around his waist. Her hands continued
to work his manhood with gentle strokes.
Not to be outdone by her desires Jonathan gripped her behind and lifted her to the tips of her
toes. He pulled her tight against his body. She reciprocated and maneuvered him below her
anxiously awaiting den of ecstasy. He did not wait for any other sign. He simply lowered her onto
him. He remained moist from her lips and the tip easily slid within.
She broke the kiss and wrapped
her lips around his neck, nipping at him to show her pleasure.
Jonathan lowered her further, filling her to its extent. She felt his hardened love deep inside,
sending shivers up her spine.
He lifted her and lowered slightly faster. Her lips broke their grip of
him and she cooed. Her head leaned back, the gentle breeze blowing her hair to the side. Her back
arched away from him. She raised her other leg and wrapped it around his waist. She was now fully
under his control.
He pumped her rhythmically onto him. Her hands ran up his chest and clawed at the dress
jacket that hid his body from her. Saras access was much easier. Jonathan pulled her up slightly and
bit at the straps over her shoulders. He worked them to her arms and with each thrust the top of her
dress fell further towards her waist.
The sensation was overwhelming. They were making love with the passion of newlyweds
on the deck of a cruise ship. The thrill of getting caught and the romantic flame in the air fueled a
heightened sense of eroticism. As her dress fell from her breasts the feeling just grew in intensity.
She cried out to the ocean, writhing with his movements.
Jonathan craned his neck towards her and cupped her breast with his moist lips. He encircled
her nipple with his tongue, keeping pace with his quickening thrusts. The tension within him from
the dance hall enjoyment was building. He gripped her nipple with his lips and lightly sucked. Her
hands ran along his chest and up to his hair. She gripped his soft follicles and pulled his face tight
to her chest.
She was leaning against the rail now, adding support to his relentless driving. His moistness
sliding in and out both tickled and tormented Sara. Her loins begged for release. Her mind fell
blank from the world. He nibbled at her nipple and she gripped his head tighter. With every thrust
he tightened his grip of her and she tensed more and more.
Out of the corner of her eye, Sara caught sight of a couple on the next deck up.
The man was
latched on her neck and massaging her breasts. She had her hands deep within his pants, working
him into a frenzy. He was too occupied to notice the world around them. She on the other hand was
transfixed on the passion below.
The two women shared a soft smile. The passion in the air was effecting everyone and the
sight of another couple enjoying the night was all Sara needed. Her body tensed. Her tight hold
drew Jonathan even closer. Knowing her well he quickened his pace. She cried out, not wanting
to hold a thing back. She tensed around his moist shaft, gripping him. Feeling every little crease in
his skin. Every line adding to her explosion of lust.
Jonathans thrusts turned into one, hard drive into her. She felt the flood of his built-up
desires fill her. The warm rush pushed her own orgasmic burst further and her body arched as far
as it would allow. He pulled back once more and drove into her again, releasing still more of his
intensity until she could take no more.
Saras body relaxed, as did Jonathans. He remained within while he pulled her from the
railing. She used what little strength she had left to grip him. She did not want him to pull back
either. She wanted the moment to last.
They held each other for the longest time, her exposed chest braced against him. His arms
wrapped firmly around her to keep her warm. Sara at last took a much needed breath. A deep,
soothing breath. She knew she had better take them while she could.
This was going to be a long cruise......
THE END
