We currently have stories with more being added every day

A Ship of Dreams - a fantasy just for the girls

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: ClosetWanker Posted on: 17 Mar 2005 1 comments
0 likes views Category: Sex Stories Fantasy Tags:

You are four days into the cruise, aboard the Rhapsody of the Seas, flagship of the Royal Caribbean Cruise Lines, headed for Grand Cayman. You are sitting across from your man, just having finished a luxurious dinner, waiting for the band to begin playing so you can dance away all those scrumptious calories. As you talk to the others at your table, telling little bits of your adventures so far, you feel something brush against your ankle.It's his foot. He's surreptitiously removed his right shoe and is gently teasing you with his toes. You glance his way, just long enough to let him know you're aware, and continue talking to your new friends. His foot is slowly edging its way up your calf now, stroking you up and down, as you scoot your chair a little closer in. He continues his probe upward, tickling you behind the knee with his toe, and pushing your knee out ever so slightly, signaling you to part your legs for him. You do so, and feel him foot caressing your thigh now, reaching up to the bare flesh above your nylons, teasing you just enough. Just when you are hoping he probes a little higher he begins to move back down, brushing against your calf and ankle again, making you squirm slightly in your seat, aching for more.You feel him against your other leg now, brushing lightly along the inside, teasing you even more. You reach down with your hand slowly and grab his foot, placing on your thigh, careful not to give away the little ongoing play with your movements. He rubs your inner thighs now, first one and then the other, his big toe finally nestling in that crease beside your panties, stroking your mound on first one side and then the other, as your panties begin to moisten. You let out a small gasp, feigning something in your throat and taking a sip of water to deceive your friends, who remain blissfully unaware of the musings below. You excuse yourself and pull back from the table. "Excuse me please, " you say, "I have to visit the ladies room". You grab your purse and walk to the ladies room, darting in a stall just long enough to strip off your panties and stuff them in your purse. You come out and stand at the vanity, fix your hair and lipstick, linger just a bit, so as not to come out too quick, lest your friends suspect something.As you come out of the bathroom the band has begun to play. Returning to the table your man says, "Let's dance", and you hang your purse on the chair as he takes your hand and guides you to the dance floor. He nestles his hand in the small of your back and pulls you close to him. The band has started out slow and easy and he puts his other arm around you as you move slowly, cheek to cheek. As you dance he drops his hand slightly, his fingers on the top of your ass as he whispers, "Why you naughty little girl", realizing that it's bare beneath your dress. The slow dance ends and the band cranks up a bit, you pull apart and begin to move to the music, your hips sashaying from side to side as you watch his move. You dance for two or three more songs, finally tired and needing a break. You tell him, "Hey, let's go out and get a little air", take his hand and walk toward the exit.It's a full moon outside, the sky as clear as a bell and full of bright stars. You walk with him to the rail, a ways down from the ballroom where it's quieter and dark. You put your hands on the rail and lean down, the rail pressing against your waist as you peer into the waves below. There is a light green glow in the water, as the ship disturbs the sea and causes the tiny sea life to luminesce. He comes up behind, and puts his arms around you, clasping his hands on the rail with yours, pressing in to you from behind. You feel him grow hard against you, your dress sliding slightly on your ass as he almost imperceptibly thrusts against you. He whispers to how the sea is so pretty, then puts his hands on your shoulders, massaging them gently, parting your hair giving you light kisses all along the back of your neck. "Ummmm," you murmur, "that feels sooo nice." He continues to massage your neck and shoulders, gliding his hands down along your arms and back up, sneaking a brush against your breast now and then and making you tingle inside.He turns you around and kisses you, whispers, "Psst" nods his head and looks right, signaling you that someone else is coming out to disturb your privacy. His hand in yours he says softly, "Over there" as he glances and nods to the left towards a large container on deck. You walk with him stealthily towards it and the two of you move around behind, safe now from prying eyes for a few minutes more. You hug each other close and kiss some more, his tongue probing yours, your lips melting together, getting each other hot like two teenagers at prom. His hand caresses your side, comes up to grab your breast as he kneads it softly. He kisses you more, your breathing getting heavier, but not too loud, lest someone hear. He moves his hands to your back, unclasps your bra and puts his hand behind your head, fingers twining in your hair, pressing your mouths together more. He pulls back now and faces you, undoes the top buttons of your dress and kneels slightly. He puts your nipple in his mouth and sucks it gently, moistening it with his mouth, then pulls back and flicks it with his tongue and blows on it, watching it grow hard. He kisses your other breast now, as they begin to feel full, your nipples stiff with excitement. He kisses your neck and chest, rubs his hands along your back and down to your hips, grabs your ass in his hands and plays with it, pulling you firm against him as you feel the tight bulge in his pants. He reaches now under your dress and massages your bare ass, moving his hands around from back to front, his thumbs pressing in against your groin just above your fur, sending ripple of heat down your spine. He puts his finger to his lips and signals quiet as he unzips his fly, reaches in and pulls out his cock. You're not sure about this, it's kind of risky, but let him continue anyway. He lifts the front of your dress and slowly glides in, hugs you close and is still, just relishing your feel for a moment. He begins to move against you now, coming in and out slightly, utters a low, "Mmmmm," as you feel yourself giving in to the mood. He continues to move against you, puts his hand on your ass and pulls you in, his pelvis grinding your clit, his cock so deep inside. You begin to feel liquid as your senses begin to climax, pushing further now towards the inevitable.Slow and quiet you continue, not wanting to get caught, but not really caring much either, your pleasure nearly drowning your fear. Finally your breathe starts to come in short gasps as you feel him start to pump a little faster, his climax nearing. You feel his cock start to pulse, shooting jets deep inside you and it pushes you over the edge, your hips tensing as you cum. You grab his ass with your hand and hold him tightly against you, jerking slightly as your orgasm dies in waves, drawing it out to last as long as you can. At last it subsides and you hold each other tight for a moment. You grab his head in your hands and kiss him all over his face telling him, "Yum, yum, yum you little beast!" "That really hit the spot!". He tucks in and zips back up as you smooth your dress down and you come out from behind the container and walk back to your spot on the rail. You lean over again as he wraps his arms around behind you, just as your friends come out from the ballroom to join you on the rail. "We thought we'd lost you guys," they say, and you just smile and say, "Nope," and wonder if they can smell the scent of sex in the breeze.___________________[sig]ClosetWankerDoing it daily[/sig]