The sexual adventures of Lacey and Ricky – Chapter 17 by Piglet838

Chapter 17: Ship ahoyI wake with the sun filtering through the window. I was sleeping nude, which is unusual for me. I can hear deep breathing, coming from a body in the bed next to me. Definitely unusual. As I surface from sleep, things begin to come back into focus. I am on a nudist cruise with Ricky and his mother. Hey, this is nice. I could get used to this. I stretch and yawn, and consider reaching over to stir Ricky. Then I remember that he had a big day yesterday, making love to two women in one day. Instead, I take stock of the situation. Looking over to the other bed in our room, I realize that it is empty. Ricky’s mom is an early riser, I remember. She is probably down in the ship’s gym, putting her body through its paces. The boat feels different, too. It is very still.

Slipping out of the bed, I walk over to the window and peer out. We had talked about it last night and decided to leave the curtains open. If someone looked in, they might see us nude. So what. It doesn’t really make much difference since we are on a nude cruise. It is nice to have the morning sun shining in the window. Looking out I can see that we are docked. That explains the lack of motion. Now where are we? Oh yeah, Mexico! Cozumel, I believe. It’s coming back to me now. At nine o’clock, we have reservations to do an e-bike tour of the town. Unfortunately, we will have to be dressed here, as it is not one of our nude destinations. I consider what it might be like to ride a bike nude. Does that even work? I imagine a skinny bike seat wedged up In my butt crack. Eww! I will have to do an internet search sometime and find out if people even do that. Anyway, I conclude that it will probably be better with clothes on. I am surprised at how much I enjoy showing off my body, though. Stretching and yawning, I look out the window and wonder what new experiences await us today in a country that I have never visited before. A nice looking fellow waves as he walks by the window, appreciating what he sees. I return the wave and smile, happy that I could brighten his day. He is fully dressed. That’s when it hit me that we have to wear clothes on the ship until it leaves port again.

Going into the bathroom, I make water and give some thought about what to wear. We will be on e-bikes. My denim shorts and the white top that shows some midriff might be about right. My stomach growls as I take a cool, refreshing shower, and think about the amazing breakfast buffet that awaits us.

Ricky comes into the bathroom as I towel off, bending to plant a kiss on my lips. “Shucks”, he says. “I was looking forward to waking up next to you this morning. Instead I awake to a cold, empty bed. What a downer. At first, I wondered if you ran off without me, until I heard the shower running.” Walking up to the toilet, he starts to urinate. Male urination never ceases to fascinate me. He can just stand there at the toilet with one hand guiding his dick and pee standing up. Then at the end comes the little ritual of shaking it to expel the last drops. I have actually tried to pee standing up myself when out in the barn alone a few times. If I spread my lips with my fingers, it sort of works, but I usually have to wipe some pee off my legs.

As soon as he is done peeing, I try to snap his ass with my wet towel. Feeling sassy I say, “well, I didn’t wake up alone. The early bird gets the worm. If we didn’t have an outing planned for today, I would be in the sack right now, jumping your bones. Of course I am not sure if you are up to it with the kind of day you had yesterday.”

Ricky dodges the towel and it cracks harmlessly, “I feel pretty tired this morning, but someone was sure standing at attention when I woke up. He was so hard it almost hurt. He is a greedy bastard.” and we both laughed.

I say, “Let’s get dressed and go get some breakfast. Soon we need to get off the ship and get to our e-bike excursion.” Ricky’s mom enters the room as we dress, eating some yogurt with granola and fruit on top.

“Rise and shine. Viva la Mexico! Es un hermoso día en Cozumel.” and she ruffles Ricky’s hair.

Ricky says, “Oh no. I forgot that you speak some spanish. Do you want to join us for breakfast, mom?”

“No, you guys go ahead. I have this yogurt and need to get a shower. Better make it quick, though. We need to get off the boat in about thirty minutes. I will meet you here so we can all get off together.” My dirty mind is hard at work, picking up on the unintended double entendre. Or maybe it’s just the fact that I am so close to Ricky, all the time, making me horny. When Ricky’s mom said, “We can all get off together”, my mind went to the three of us cumming together. It never occurred to me to have a threesome with them, but that thought does have its appeal.

We ate a quick breakfast of fruit, eggs, and toast. There are more kinds of fruit than I have ever seen before. We sample some tropical fruits that are completely new to us. They are delicious. Meeting back in our room, Ricky grabs a small backpack to carry the items that we might need for the day.

Walking ashore, it is soon obvious that we have been transported to an exotic, foreign country. All the signs are in Spanish and I note things that are different from what I am used to. We walk along a wide sidewalk next to the ocean. The air is balmy and my shorts and thin blouse are just right. It is hard to believe that just a few days ago I was enduring freezing temperatures at home. We meet strangers on the sidewalk who look a little different than us, but they all smile and greet us, “Buenos dias”. Very friendly people. We have nearly a mile long walk to the bike shop, but with all the new sights and sounds, it does not seem long. Maria greets us at the bike shop with warm, expansive smiles. She speaks good english. Adjusting the seat and the handle bars, she gets the bikes fitted to us. There are two other couples, both from the USA, that are going with us on the tour. After instructions on how to operate the e-bikes, we set off with our guide, Pedro. He also speaks good English and has a pleasant smile and a great love and enthusiasm for his city. We set off briskly, going twenty miles per hour down the Mexican streets, with only moderate effort. The wind rushing over our skin feels great as the day is beginning to heat up. People sharing the road with us in their cars are courteous and give us room. People here do not seem to be in a mad hurry, as they are in US cities.

Pedro is a great tour guide and proudly shows us many of the features of Cozumel which many tourists miss. We fly past beautiful beaches and resorts. He takes us to the city centro, and we enjoy a Mexican popsicle made with real fresh fruit which is delicious. Nothing at all like the cool aide Popsicles we ate as kids back home. Pedro watches our parked bikes as we explore the many shops in the city centro market area. This is where the locals shop and the prices are much better than the touristy areas near the cruise port. We leave the city centro and ride by parks with shady paths, beautiful green grass and palm trees, gently swaying in the breeze. We pass modern buildings and beautiful homes. We stop at a secluded beach and spend some time walking along the beach, admiring the clear, blue water, and sand as fine as sugar. I would love to live in this tropical paradise.

Our tour includes lunch, and soon enough we pull up to a little taqueria and go inside. The wooden door creaks as we enter a homey little establishment. Pedro asks each of us about our food preferences, then he speaks in rapid Spanish to the woman behind the counter. She apparently runs the whole taqueria by herself: hostess, waitress, cook and dishwasher. Pedro speaks to her like an old friend. She turns from the counter to a griddle where we watch her work her magic. She takes a hand full of corn Mesa and puts it into a hand operated press to make large, oblong tortillas. Taking them from the press, she spreads them out on the hot griddle, expertly turning them with her bare hands. At the same time, there are small piles of meat and vegetables, sizzling on the side. When the tortillas are done, she spreads meat on them and adds vegetables while the tortillas are still on the grill. The aroma is amazing and our mouths water. She folds them and transfers them to a plate and brings them to our table, still sizzling. The meat and vegetables almost melt in our mouths, it is so tender and tasty. When we could eat no more we thank the lady who served us and mount our E-bikes.

We pass by a modern, military Air strip, and stop to visit an outdoor museum in tribute to the ancient Mayan people who inhabited this region, long ago. We arrive back at the bike shop and thank Pedro and Maria for an unforgettable day. We arrive back at our cruise ship about three hours ahead of departure time.

The ship seems nearly deserted, since many of the passengers have not yet returned from their explorations of the port area. The thought of a refreshing swim sounds wonderful. The three of us go to our stateroom and donned swim suits and head for the pool. It is deserted, and since the pool area cannot be seen from outside the ship, we decide to take our clothes off and swim nude. Ricky says that he does not think they will arrest us if we are caught. They might ask us to put some clothes on, since we are not in a nude approved part of Mexico. As we are undressing, we hear a sound and pause to listen. Again, we hear a sound as if a female is in distress. We follow the sound to a door which stands ajar, leading off of the swimming area. Opening the door quietly, the three of us enter a storage room, cautiously following the sounds, not sure what we will find. Ricky is in the lead, and he stops short after coming around a corner. Coming around the corner after him, Ricky’s mom and I also halt. In front of us are the two Filipino lifeguards, busily consummating their love on an old chaise lounge chair which is stowed in the back of the storage room. The young fellow is plunging in and out enthusiastically, while she whimpers and digs her nails into his back. Our presence has gone unnoticed, so we cautiously back out of sight. We quietly make our way back to the pool. Carefully closing the door behind us, we giggle as we make our way into the pool. I say, “That’s hot. They are really going at it! I noticed those two making eyes at each other yesterday. It sure looks like they are enjoying themselves.” I look at Ricky, and see he has a boner. “Woah. Looks like Ricky is excited by what he saw!”