“Right away sir.” I feel Bea’s hand on my thigh. I turn and kiss her, and she squeezes my thigh.
“Tell me about your husband. How did you two meet?” I place my hand on her knee. She has stockings on, and I wonder if they are pantyhose or if she has suspenders on.
“I met my husband, Tom, in college in the early seventies. I was one of those hippies, you know the ones. Stop the war, free love, lots of psychedelic drugs. We were protesting in front of the chemistry building when Tom walked out and bumped into me. I started to yell at him, and he kissed me to shut me up.” I lean over and kiss her again, sliding my hand up her legs a few inches. Marcia shows up with the drinks right at that moment. She sets them down and informs us our dinners will be ready in about thirty minutes. Bea continues, “Tom was so straitlaced. He had short hair, cut in a flat-top. He wore a button up shirt with a pocket protector. You know with pens and pencils sticking out. He even had a slide rule. He wore those thick framed black glasses. They used to call them birth control glasses because no woman would be attracted to a guy wearing them. But that kiss, oh that kiss. My knees went weak.” Her hand shifts up to my groin. I raise mine up to the top of her stockings. I can feel the straps from her suspenders. She begins to rub.
“What were you studying?” I stretch out my fingers to graze her wet lips with my fingertips, but hers are already there rubbing her clit. I insert one inside her and slowly fuck her with it. Her hand unzips my pants and fishes out my cock. She starts to slowly stroke my cock with one hand while she rubs her clit with the other.
“Humanities. MMMmmm… I was just trying to piss off my parents. They insisted that I go to college so I was going to study the most useless things I could. Oh, um hmm… Tom had a full load of science classes. His parents pulled a few strings to keep him out of the war. He was going to make the best of it…. MMMmmm… I was a big distraction to him. We would find quiet out of way places and make out when he should have been studying. Ung… His grades started to slip… the thing was, if he failed out… oh, unggg. He would get sent straight to Viet Nam. So, I insisted we cool it for a while until his grades improve. Yes… oh…” She is cumming all over the seat. I lower my napkin casually and try to wipe up what I can. She grabs the napkin and sits on it. “Tom worked hard on weekdays, and we actually studied together on the weekends. When he graduated the following summer, he asked me to marry him.”
Our food arrives and Marcia knowingly smiles at me. She sets our plates down then, next to Bea, she sets down an extra napkin. She uncorks the wine and pours a little in a glass and hands it to me. I sniff it, and then take a sip. I hold it on my tongue for a moment before swallowing it. It’s sweet and fruity. I smile up at Marcia and nod yes to her. She fills both glasses and excuses herself. I couldn’t help but watch her ass as she walks away.
“That is one hell of an ass. You’ve slept with her, haven’t you?” Bea asks rhetorically, “I bet it was fantastic.” I look at her, then lean in and kiss. We start to eat our salads first. They are small, maybe three or four bites. A small cup of bisque, then we eat a shrimp and chicken dish mixed in with bowtie pasta, a side of risotto, and steamed vegetables. The portions of each are small, but overall, very satisfying. When we finish, Marcia clears the plates and sets down a cheesecake with raspberries. Two forks! I feed Bea and she feeds me. We stare into each other’s eyes as we do. When we finish, Bea holds up the napkin from between her legs and dabs the corners of my mouth, the smell was heaven.
“Marcia collects the plate. I hope you enjoyed your meal. It’s on the house.” She sets down a slip of paper and I place it into my pocket. I slide out of the booth and help Bea out. Bea Hugs Marcia and whispers in her ear. I notice her squeeze Marcia’s ass and Marcia kisses her on her cheek. We hold hands and walk out of the restaurant. When we get outside, I ask, “What did you whisper to Marcia?” Bea looks at me, smiles…
“I told her I was only borrowing your cock for a few hours. All the other women onboard can have it when I’m done.”
“No, you didn’t! What did you really say?” She shrugs her shoulders and starts to walk to the elevator. We stop at the main deck and start walking along the rail. The water is calm, and the moon is shining down across the water. There are couples every fifty feet admiring the view. When we find an open spot, we find a couple of empty chairs back in the dark. Bea sits down with me, and we kiss for a few minutes. I marvel at the stars, but Bea can’t seem to take her eyes off of me. “So, tell me more about you and Tom.” Bea sits on the lounge in front of me and leans back against me. Her hand starts to move up her skirt.
“Tom and I got married right out of college. We had our honeymoon on a cruise. We spent the days at the pool and our nights at the bar. We made love every chance we could. We would sneak up to the upper decks that were off-limits and have sex under the stars. We found the door to the engine room and had sex there to. I’m sure there were guys watching us. It just made it hotter. On the last night, I bet him that he couldn’t get us into the Captain’s stateroom. He bribed a very hot waitress to keep the captain busy while we broke in. We not only made love on the Captain’s bed, but we also had to hide when the Captain showed up with the waitress. We watched her blow him and watched him fuck her silly. I can still see him blowing his load all over her face.” Her hand stops. She turns her head and kisses me deeply.
“Wow! sounds like an exciting night. What did Tom win?” I reach into her top and fondle her breast.
“My virgin asshole. Right there in the closet after the Captain left with the waitress.” Bea’s hand finds my zipper. She has my cock out in seconds and starts to stroke it. When she has it fully hard, she shifts to one side, takes her teeth out, and she lowers her mouth to it. She looks up into my eyes as she takes me in her mouth. Her gums clamp on my cock. It feels wonderful. I have never felt this before. Her hand wraps around the base of my cock and strokes as her mouth makes love to my cock. Her head bobs so fast, her gums squeeze so hard, and her hands are twisting the base of my cock… I just hope she doesn’t start to… she starts to hum as the tip off my cock enters her vibrating throat. I place my hands on her head and cum. She swallows over and over as my jets of cum bath her tonsils. When done, she puts her teeth back in as she sits up. “Did I taste cinnamon… and pussy?” I laugh… She doesn’t know why but she laughs too.
I look around and see no one around us. Must be past everyone’s bedtime. I slide my pants down to my ankles and scoot down the chaise a little, Bea takes the hint and straddles my waist. She stares into my eyes as she lowers her sopping wet pussy down on my cock. She bites her bottom lip as it inches its way inside. “Damn that thing is big!” She says as she starts to rock back and forth on my cock. My cock slides out a little then pounds her inside, rubbing her cervix with every motion. Bea’s mouth drops open and she cums. She waits a few moments then starts rocking again. I reach around and find her ass under her skirt. She rocks a little faster. I press against her asshole and she cums. I leave my finger there. Soon she starts rocking again. I press my finger inside to the second knuckle. She cums! I see Bea’s face tighten and her legs start to shake. I lift her off of me and pull my pants up.
“Where’s your room?” I ask as I take her hand and help her to her feet. It takes a minute for her to get her sea legs back, then she starts to walk toward the nearest elevator. We pass a room marked “Propulsion”, I stop and try the door. It pops open, I drag her inside. It’s loud as hell, and hotter than that. We sneak into a room with some electrical equipment that is obviously air-conditioned. I drop to my knees and drop my head under her skirt. She presses her hips forward and I lick up her wet lips to her enlarged clit. I suck hard on her clit and her legs shake as her juices flow out over my mouth. This lady is orgasmic. I drive my tongue inside her and start to tongue fuck her.
“Oh yes! Fuck my pussy. Yes! YES! YESSSS!” she screams as she cums again. I stand back up and she locks her lips on mine. Her hands pressing my head so tight against hers. Her hips pressed firmly against mine. We see a guy pass by outside the room. “We need to get out of here.” She says. I nod yes and we sneak back out. Once outside we look at each other and laugh. We make it to the elevator, and she presses four. The doors close. She pulls down on her top and her breasts pop out. I point to the camera. “Let them look.” She lowers my head to them. I kiss her nips and suck and squeeze them until the ding. She pulls her top back up and we step out.
She heads to the starboard side, then opens a door on the inboard side. I walk in and marvel at the size of the room. I look out on the balcony and notice a view of the pool area. Bea walks up behind me and turns me around. I hear music start to play, she wraps her arms around me, and we sway to the music. We hold each other tight. I kiss her deeply and she moans. I sit on the couch, and she brings me a drink. I quench my thirst, and ask, “how did Tom die?” Bea gets a serious look on her face… “Why do you want to know?” “When my dad died four months ago, I helped my mom with the loss by getting her to talk about him and reliving some of their favorite moments together. She still misses him, but she realized she was still alive without him. My grandma had still been hurting from my Grandpa Dave’s loss a few months before, and I helped her the same way. They are both here on this ship to meet men for the first time since.”
“It’s too bad they couldn’t meet you. If you know what I mean.” she hugs me tight, and while hugging me she starts talking, “He got sick… I forced him to see a doctor. He didn’t want to… I think he knew it was serious. When the doctor said cancer, we asked how long. He said weeks. There was nothing they could do.” she starts to sniffle. “I cancelled our cruise and gathered the kids. We all spent the last days together. But after he was buried, everyone left.” Tears streaming down her face. “It was just me and our memories in a big old house. I saw an ad for a retirement home. I decided to visit. It’s mostly women, widows. I made a few friends, and we do our best to get into as much trouble as we can. The local college is nearby so we hit the bars and people watch. Ogle the hot guys!”
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