I Want You to Share In the Erotic Lounge
*Please note that there are many reasons and many other stories which affect this one, but for the sake of making this story readable on its own (with little interruption) and as enjoyable as I can make it, I’m omitting the uninteresting details and tedious connections.
And yes, this is a true story!
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I’d spent the last few weeks itching to get out in the sun. It was spring, and the weather was getting warmer. The air against my skin, I could tell summer was just around the corner.
My boyfriend was lying beside me, on the laptop, while I was lost in thought. We were both exhausted from final exams and needed to do something to relax.
He turned to me.
‘Let’s go on a little vacation,’ he said.
I looked back at him, and grinned.
Fast forward a little while and everything’s set. We took a two-person vote and ‘Cruise’ beat out ‘Bed and Breakfast’ by a landslide.
I sit on my bed, trying to come up with a list of everything I’ll need.
Tickets? Check.
Luggage case? Check.
Sundress? Double check.
Sunscreen? You bet’cha.
Bikini...
So, fast forward a day to a little shop in a local mall called La Vie en Rose. With my boyfriend’s hand in mine (and a rather silly hidden smile on his face), we enter and step out with four little pieces of fabric. Two beautiful blue ones which as a set, may I say, match my eyes perfectly. And a devilish red top and thong bikini bottom.
Jump ahead in time one last time and it’s the day of the cruise.
I’m nervous, lugging a big black square case on wheels toward the security checkpoint, with a life-sized ***** inside of it. (A toy my boyfriend and I brought considering all the fantasy play we get into every night!)
My boyfriend assures me everything will be fine. He smiles, but I can’t stop thinking about what would happen if the guard opens up my case and holds the thing up for the entire crowd behind us to stare at. I joke and tell myself that I’d literally die of embarrassment so it wouldn’t matter, or I could always simply say it’s a new inflatable flotation device.
Luckily for myself, my boyfriend, and everyone else, we get through security just fine.
The ship leaves as the evening hits, and we sign up for one of the group tours which will take place the next day, and after stuffing everything into our cabin, enjoy the night knowing the ocean waves under us are gentle enough to rock us to sleep.
We’ll need to save up our energy for the rest of the trip.
The next day, we slather on the sunscreen and get out into the warm sun, the salty sea air. I breathe deep and wonder how I ever got along without such fresh, cleansing oxygen.
We get to where our little group is gathering and, luckily for us, there aren’t too many families with their children because grade schools still aren’t out for the summer.
We join a group of young people—couples, mostly—who look nice enough.
For the rest of the day we spend time enjoying the exquisite food as the sea air fills our lungs, and marvel in our surroundings. There’ a pizzeria (we try the meat-lovers and Hawaiian, which are absolutely delicious!), a deli, and a rather elegant restaurant where we stop by for a dinner of roast steak, a cream-of-mushroom to die for, and a treat of chardonnay. The steak melts in my mouth alongside mashed potatoes and a hint of balsamic vinaigrette from the salad.
After dinner I break out the cute blue two-piece and catch a few stares as we head over to the bar at the back of the ship. We drink, but don’t get carried away, and for once in my life I feel relaxed and validated around a group of perfect strangers.
And when we get back to our cabin we make love and fall asleep, silently breathing, in each other’s arms.
The second day was hotter than the first. The sun was out, and blazing, so we took a trip to the spa. A quick massage leaves us both vitalized and relaxed for the afternoon.
We visit the deli for two crisp and delicious sandwiches and, with the sun shining and the heat getting to me in my dress, we decide to head back to our cabin just in time to let me break out my skimpy red bikini for the rest of the afternoon.
We ended up heading up to the main pool deck but apparently that’s where all of the parents and children have been hiding! Well, the children young enough to be able to miss a day or two of school and not risk facing failing a final exam. They’re mostly cute, I’ll admit, but the annoying sounds they make turn us away within the span of a minute.
But, we check one of the nearby maps and there’s a secluded deck near the back of this big boat, and its vicinity to the bar we visited last evening makes we wonder if I need glasses.
Walking to the spot, I can feel the men’s stares. Their whispers are barely audible, but I can tell from the looks on their faces exactly what’s on their minds.
We find two poolside deck chairs and relax. The sun is still out, low enough for me to not require another coat of sunscreen, but high enough over the horizon for there to still be light.
Michael and I talk about life, the small and insignificant things that mean the world after a while, the things we don’t remember, and the things we don’t remember to forget. But he does tell me he’s noticed my anxiety is nowhere to be seen. And, looking into his eyes, I don’t know where it possibly could have went. But I’m glad it’s gone.
I'd made myself a promise to let go for the course of the trip, and it's working.
An hour later and it’s evening. The lights on the ship have lit up. There are less people out now. I spot a few couples, hand in hand, holding onto the railings and talking. I spot a few young men glancing over at me. My boyfriend hands me a drink and excuses himself to go to the washroom. I smile and take a sip.
A minute later someone sits on the deck chair next to mine. He’s tall, tanned, and has a swimmer’s body that looks like it’s been chiseled out of marble.
He introduces himself and I say hi.
Now, you should know my boyfriend and I had been discussing naughty fantasies we could try out on the cruise, and one of them was exactly this.
I started talking to this Adonis of a stranger. He’s a surfer and a swimmer. He’s some sort of software engineer. He’s wearing swim trunks which leave very little to the imagination.
A few minutes into our conversation I notice Michael watching me from one of the stools at the little bar nearby. He’d positioned himself so that I can see him and the stranger at the same time.
It was a warm night and I could feel sweat on my skin. I was hot, and horny. I laughed and conversed and watched this stranger’s excitement grow. With the amount of times he was complimenting me, I was sure my cheeks flushed the same shade of red as my bikini.
My own excitement grew, too. I grew warmer as the conversation went on. I decided to tease the two young men who couldn’t take their eyes off me.
I slowly spread my legs and continued the conversation. His eyes grew wide. So did my boyfriend’s.
I grinned.
We continued talking like that for a few minutes, and I acted like I hadn’t done anything. He couldn’t help but smile.
And then I winked, the signal for my boyfriend to come rescue me. And as soon as he did, we rushed back to our cabin.
And the rest of the night was amazing. Have you ever made love in a way that fills your body with warmth until everything becomes hazy and the just world fades away? Have you ever reached a point where every sound is softened by the intensity of blood rushing to your ears? Have you ever felt so loved that you were about to float away, like you were in a dream?
Well, that night I experienced all of that. And, although I’m sure the people in the surrounding cabins might have had some complains about the noisy neighbours from 11:00 pm to 1:00 am, I wouldn’t have traded that night for anything in the world!
And, after all of that, we slept in on the third day. We smiled at my naughtiness and our relationship.
We took another trip to the spa and although the day was rather slow-paced, our third night wasn’t.
Heck, I don’t even think we slept until we got home the next day!
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Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this little insight into my life. And if any of you decide to go on a cruise any time soon, I hope you enjoy yours just as much!
And yes, this is a true story!
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I’d spent the last few weeks itching to get out in the sun. It was spring, and the weather was getting warmer. The air against my skin, I could tell summer was just around the corner.
My boyfriend was lying beside me, on the laptop, while I was lost in thought. We were both exhausted from final exams and needed to do something to relax.
He turned to me.
‘Let’s go on a little vacation,’ he said.
I looked back at him, and grinned.
Fast forward a little while and everything’s set. We took a two-person vote and ‘Cruise’ beat out ‘Bed and Breakfast’ by a landslide.
I sit on my bed, trying to come up with a list of everything I’ll need.
Tickets? Check.
Luggage case? Check.
Sundress? Double check.
Sunscreen? You bet’cha.
Bikini...
So, fast forward a day to a little shop in a local mall called La Vie en Rose. With my boyfriend’s hand in mine (and a rather silly hidden smile on his face), we enter and step out with four little pieces of fabric. Two beautiful blue ones which as a set, may I say, match my eyes perfectly. And a devilish red top and thong bikini bottom.
Jump ahead in time one last time and it’s the day of the cruise.
I’m nervous, lugging a big black square case on wheels toward the security checkpoint, with a life-sized ***** inside of it. (A toy my boyfriend and I brought considering all the fantasy play we get into every night!)
My boyfriend assures me everything will be fine. He smiles, but I can’t stop thinking about what would happen if the guard opens up my case and holds the thing up for the entire crowd behind us to stare at. I joke and tell myself that I’d literally die of embarrassment so it wouldn’t matter, or I could always simply say it’s a new inflatable flotation device.
Luckily for myself, my boyfriend, and everyone else, we get through security just fine.
The ship leaves as the evening hits, and we sign up for one of the group tours which will take place the next day, and after stuffing everything into our cabin, enjoy the night knowing the ocean waves under us are gentle enough to rock us to sleep.
We’ll need to save up our energy for the rest of the trip.
The next day, we slather on the sunscreen and get out into the warm sun, the salty sea air. I breathe deep and wonder how I ever got along without such fresh, cleansing oxygen.
We get to where our little group is gathering and, luckily for us, there aren’t too many families with their children because grade schools still aren’t out for the summer.
We join a group of young people—couples, mostly—who look nice enough.
For the rest of the day we spend time enjoying the exquisite food as the sea air fills our lungs, and marvel in our surroundings. There’ a pizzeria (we try the meat-lovers and Hawaiian, which are absolutely delicious!), a deli, and a rather elegant restaurant where we stop by for a dinner of roast steak, a cream-of-mushroom to die for, and a treat of chardonnay. The steak melts in my mouth alongside mashed potatoes and a hint of balsamic vinaigrette from the salad.
After dinner I break out the cute blue two-piece and catch a few stares as we head over to the bar at the back of the ship. We drink, but don’t get carried away, and for once in my life I feel relaxed and validated around a group of perfect strangers.
And when we get back to our cabin we make love and fall asleep, silently breathing, in each other’s arms.
The second day was hotter than the first. The sun was out, and blazing, so we took a trip to the spa. A quick massage leaves us both vitalized and relaxed for the afternoon.
We visit the deli for two crisp and delicious sandwiches and, with the sun shining and the heat getting to me in my dress, we decide to head back to our cabin just in time to let me break out my skimpy red bikini for the rest of the afternoon.
We ended up heading up to the main pool deck but apparently that’s where all of the parents and children have been hiding! Well, the children young enough to be able to miss a day or two of school and not risk facing failing a final exam. They’re mostly cute, I’ll admit, but the annoying sounds they make turn us away within the span of a minute.
But, we check one of the nearby maps and there’s a secluded deck near the back of this big boat, and its vicinity to the bar we visited last evening makes we wonder if I need glasses.
Walking to the spot, I can feel the men’s stares. Their whispers are barely audible, but I can tell from the looks on their faces exactly what’s on their minds.
We find two poolside deck chairs and relax. The sun is still out, low enough for me to not require another coat of sunscreen, but high enough over the horizon for there to still be light.
Michael and I talk about life, the small and insignificant things that mean the world after a while, the things we don’t remember, and the things we don’t remember to forget. But he does tell me he’s noticed my anxiety is nowhere to be seen. And, looking into his eyes, I don’t know where it possibly could have went. But I’m glad it’s gone.
I'd made myself a promise to let go for the course of the trip, and it's working.
An hour later and it’s evening. The lights on the ship have lit up. There are less people out now. I spot a few couples, hand in hand, holding onto the railings and talking. I spot a few young men glancing over at me. My boyfriend hands me a drink and excuses himself to go to the washroom. I smile and take a sip.
A minute later someone sits on the deck chair next to mine. He’s tall, tanned, and has a swimmer’s body that looks like it’s been chiseled out of marble.
He introduces himself and I say hi.
Now, you should know my boyfriend and I had been discussing naughty fantasies we could try out on the cruise, and one of them was exactly this.
I started talking to this Adonis of a stranger. He’s a surfer and a swimmer. He’s some sort of software engineer. He’s wearing swim trunks which leave very little to the imagination.
A few minutes into our conversation I notice Michael watching me from one of the stools at the little bar nearby. He’d positioned himself so that I can see him and the stranger at the same time.
It was a warm night and I could feel sweat on my skin. I was hot, and horny. I laughed and conversed and watched this stranger’s excitement grow. With the amount of times he was complimenting me, I was sure my cheeks flushed the same shade of red as my bikini.
My own excitement grew, too. I grew warmer as the conversation went on. I decided to tease the two young men who couldn’t take their eyes off me.
I slowly spread my legs and continued the conversation. His eyes grew wide. So did my boyfriend’s.
I grinned.
We continued talking like that for a few minutes, and I acted like I hadn’t done anything. He couldn’t help but smile.
And then I winked, the signal for my boyfriend to come rescue me. And as soon as he did, we rushed back to our cabin.
And the rest of the night was amazing. Have you ever made love in a way that fills your body with warmth until everything becomes hazy and the just world fades away? Have you ever reached a point where every sound is softened by the intensity of blood rushing to your ears? Have you ever felt so loved that you were about to float away, like you were in a dream?
Well, that night I experienced all of that. And, although I’m sure the people in the surrounding cabins might have had some complains about the noisy neighbours from 11:00 pm to 1:00 am, I wouldn’t have traded that night for anything in the world!
And, after all of that, we slept in on the third day. We smiled at my naughtiness and our relationship.
We took another trip to the spa and although the day was rather slow-paced, our third night wasn’t.
Heck, I don’t even think we slept until we got home the next day!
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Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this little insight into my life. And if any of you decide to go on a cruise any time soon, I hope you enjoy yours just as much!
By:
rainandhayl
Age:
18-21
,
Female
