Spring has arrived here, thoughts turn to booking sunny holidays ... and so though I've never really been on a cruise, here's an excerpt from my story Wherever I Wander:
While on holiday abroad, Adele and Hal have checked their remote home security cam - and caught the house-sitter frolicking with an unknown man on the sofa:
“I don't even know who he is!” I tried, my protests still screechy but diminishing in force. I could tell I wasn't winning here. Hal has always been fatalistic about these things, even when our own kids were growing up. And he likes Stacia. She's polite and sunny and reliable. Well, she had been until now. Right at this moment she was wriggling all over her friend and he was tugging at the belt of her jeans.
“I guess he's that cute boyfriend from university she was talking about. The geologist.”
I focused on the young man's face, trying to recall if she'd told us his name. He was certainly cute, with rather pouty lips and floppy blond hair that—I told myself cynically—wouldn't survive past his first real job interview. “It's my house!” I complained. “They shouldn't be doing that in someone else's house!”
“What . . . like we shouldn't have done it in the Alhambra Palace?” he asked. “Or in that hotel roof-garden? Or in the jacuzzi last night?”
I was already pink with indignation, but his reminders made me flush deeper. We'd certainly reignited the old spark between us, on this sea-cruise. We'd discovered we were still capable not just of full-on passion, but of breaking the social rules. We'd had furtive quickie sex in darkened corners, groped each other under the cover of tablecloths, and even made love in public—though up to our shoulders in the waters of the Mediterranean. Set free from familiar surroundings and faces, it had turned out that boring old Adele and Hal were just a little bit naughty.
People will lose all inhibitions if they think they're not being watched.
“That's different . . .” I said, with no conviction at all. The reminder of our own transgressions had thrown me off-kilter.
“You know, darling,” Hal started, but broke off abruptly as something happened on-screen. Stacia slid off her guy's lap and the open fly of his pants was revealed to the camera. Jutting from it like the Leaning Tower of Pisa was his flushed, fully-erect cock.
That changed everything.
“Oh my God,” squeaked I. Not in shock—more in awe. It was one of the most impressive erections I'd ever seen, on or off a screen. On that slim body it actually looked out-of-proportion.
“That's . . .” said Hal.
But before either of us could react coherently, Stacia dropped face-down in the boy's lap and took his swollen cock-head between her lips. We both stared, our eyes wide, as she sucked that monster into her mouth. For a long moment that was absolute silence in our cabin, and I don't think either of us dared to breathe. We'd crossed a line here.
Suddenly the room seemed too hot, my few clothes too tight. My skin felt as if it were melting.
“We shouldn't be watching this!” I said at last, but ruined it by bursting into nervous giggles. I looked to Hal for support, and his gray eyes met mine. “Oh God, what do we do?”
“Have you got the mouse there?” he asked softly.
I handed the wireless device over, relieved to surrender responsibility. But Hal surprised me. He clicked. On-screen, the camera zoomed in—right on that stranger's crotch, and the pillar of his cock, and the hollow of Stacia's cheeks and the bounce of her dark curls as she bobbed up and down on that beautiful, beautiful length. We'd invested in a fairly expensive security system, with a decent zoom and good definition. I could see his skin glisten with the wetness of her mouth.
“Hal . . .”
“Just checking,” he said, in his softest, darkest, I'm-going-to-fuck-you voice. Even as I tried to catch up with his meaning, his next words made the world spin around me: “I was right—she's not as good as you.” I jumped slightly, and he added with audible relish, “You'd be able to take something that size all the way. Right down your throat.”
Now that's flattery.
He backed it up by laying his hand on my thigh. I'd been in the middle of getting dressed for dinner and was only wearing panties and a silk slip. His hand felt warm on my bare skin. There was something so deliberate about that hand, that touch. It took our inadvertent transgression, and it made it intentional. And oh, the response of my body was undeniable. I felt a hot plume of excitement surge through me and I licked my lips, unable to avoid picturing exactly what he'd described: that huge cock nudging to the back of my mouth, and my throat opening to take it.
“It's just practice,” I said. “She'll get better at it.”
“Yeah, I guess so. She's quite enthusiastic, don't you think?”
“Uh-huh.” She certainly was—licking and slurping away there like it was the first ice-cream cone of summer. Then she hefted his scrotum out from his open pants and soon she was playing with his balls too, tickling and rolling them. I couldn't see her boyfriend's face, but if he wasn't in heaven by now he must be dead from the waist down. I have to say that, judging from the girth and solidity of his cock, he seemed to be appreciating everything.
Hal's hand slid up my inner thigh and pressed against my mons, making me catch my breath.
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