“Miss Sarah, I love you more than anyone else in the whole world. But, I doubt your momma would let you go on a cruise with me.” I immediately loved the idea of Miss Sarah and me together for a week but I didn’t think her mother would ever approve of the idea. Legally, Miss Sarah was no longer a minor and she didn’t need her mother’s permission to do anything, but she still lived with her mother so she really didn’t have too much freedom.
“Oh, I’ve already got that covered. As soon as I got the news about graduating, I reminded Mom about your promise. The first thing she said was that if she got you alone in a cruise ship cabin, she’d do a Lorena Bobbitt to you. ‘I don’t ever want to see that son of a bitch again.’ She’s still kind of worked up over the divorce, you know.”
“Yeah, that much I know for sure,” I explained.
“The next thing she said is ‘that cheap son of a bitch isn’t gonna keep his promise to you. But if he’ll agree to take you, go for it. And, as soon as you get on that boat, charge at least $1,000 of merchandise to the room number. He won’t know about it until he’s checking out. Get every thing you can out of him while you can ’cause he’s no damn good.'” It obviously pained Miss Sarah to repeat the details of this conversation but I assume that she wanted to convince me that the road was clear for us to take a trip together.
“Sweetie, I’d love to take you on a cruise, but, are you sure that you want to spend a week with me on a cruise ship where you don’t know anyone else?” I know the idea sounded exciting, at least to me, but I wasn’t sure that she had really thought it through.
“Ron, this is what I thought about every day while I was working on that stupid school work so I could graduate. And even after it was obvious that you guys were gonna divorce, I was still hoping you’d keep your promise. You’d better believe I wanna go.” She was quite convincing.
“What week do you wanna go?” I asked.
With the realization that this cruise was really going to happen, she shrieked with excitement. Everyone in the restaurant was turning to look but she was oblivious as she put her arms around my neck and gave me another kiss on the cheek.
The hugs and kisses on the cheek were nice but I was hoping that it would get much better when we were finally alone.
* * *
I told Miss Sarah what weeks I could travel and what the budget was for the cruise fare. As long as she kept within those parameters, she was free to book any cruise that she wanted. Entrusting her with that much responsibility was flattering to her, as she felt like she was being treated like an adult and that was a rare experience for her.
After tormenting herself with the range of possibilities, she finally booked a week-long cruise in the eastern Caribbean on a major cruise line. It was the kind of cruise that I would have probably selected. When she called to tell me the details, I complimented her on her selection.
“Sweetie, that’s a wonderful choice,” I said. “You really are growing up, aren’t you?” It was a rhetorical question but she replied anyway.
“You know, actually, I’m growing up in many ways but I don’t think too many adults realize that, yet,” she lamented. “This cruise will give me more of a chance to show that I’m becoming an adult. You know,” she continued, “we’ll being sharing a cabin for a week. Are you okay with that?”
“What d’ya mean?” I asked. I thought I knew what she meant but I wanted to hear her say it.
“Well, you know, those cabins aren’t very big and Kelly says the bathrooms are definitely too small to get dressed in, so it’s not like there gonna be much privacy. That’s not gonna freak you out, is it?” she asked.
‘Freak me out?’ I thought to myself. ‘What an absolute dream come true!’
“Well, honey, we have seen each other without much in the way of clothes, but it’s been awhile. I really hadn’t thought about that.” I usually don’t lie but this was all I had thought about for the past several weeks. “I’m not sure how it would feel and I’d hate to get out on the boat and find out that it’s too much for us to handle. We’d be in a tough fix, then.”
“Well, how about if we have a practice at your apartment? I can come spend the weekend and we’ll act just like we’re in the cabin on the ship and you’ll see it’s fine,” she assured me.
“Yeah, but your momma ain’t gonna let you spend the weekend with me,” I said. I didn’t want to sound too eager about this plan.
“No problem. Mom’s going out of town this weekend, leaving Friday morning and not coming back ’til Sunday night. She’ll never know.” Miss Sarah thought quick on her feet, for sure.
“Well, I’m not encouraging you to lie to your Momma, but I’m not getting in the middle of it, either. So, if you show up at my apartment on Friday, I won’t turn you away.”
“Okay,” she replied. “I’ll be there about 5:30. And you’d better take me out to eat somewhere nice Friday night.” We both understand that her directive was really a request and we both knew that I would do whatever I could to make her happy, so of course we’d be going out somewhere nice to eat Friday night.
* * *
Miss Sarah appeared at my front door very promptly at 5:30 Friday afternoon. I had just gotten home from work and had only had time to peruse the day’s assortment of junk mail and bills.
I carried her suitcase into my bedroom and she followed me. “Where are we going to eat tonight?” she asked, making it very obvious that she remembered my implicit promise.
“I thought we’d go to that new bistro over in Ripley Hills,” I said. “But, I need to take a shower and change clothes first.”
“Me, too,” she replied. “I’ll get in the shower first.”
With that statement, she stood up and began removing her clothes. My head tried to tell me that I shouldn’t be openly staring at her but my brain had absolutely no control over my body at that point. She pulled her shirt over her head and revealed that she was wearing a very feminine off-white bra. Without missing a beat, she unzipped her jeans and pushed the waist down past her hip, past her knees, and she then stepped out of her pants. She was wearing a matching off-white thong. Her ass was a beautiful sight; it looked so firm and toned, I wanted to grab both cheeks and squeeze.
She then reached behind her shoulders to unfasten her bra. She spent only a few seconds fumbling with it before she asked me to help.
“Ron, can you unfasten this for me?” she asked, knowing beyond doubt that I would.
I stood behind her and placed my right hand under the bra strap, grasping one side near the fastener. I used my let hand to unhook the bra and I allowed the backs of my fingers to graze and linger on the soft, seductive flesh of her back. I moaned very softly as I enjoyed the pleasure of her warm, naked flesh.
“Thanks, sweetie,” she said as she turned her head to look back at me. At the same time, she allowed her bra to fall to the floor. In one swift, fluid motion, she leaned forward and pulled her thong down. As the thong reached her ankles, it occurred to me that the position we were in would be perfect for me to enter her from the rear. The thought of having my dick in her pussy from behind while I felt the skin of her butt against my pelvis had me heard in an instant.
She momentarily ignored me as completely as if I were not present. She walked straight forward towards the shower and then turned as she reached the shower door. Her shaved pussy was now fully exposed to me, if only at a distance, and my dick was straining against my pants. What an absolute vision of heaven. This was my first authorized, non-surreptitious view of Miss Sarah’s naked body and she was beautiful beyond words. Miss Sarah stared at my erection in hiding.
“I don’t think this is gonna be a problem for me,” she said as she stared at my crotch, “but we’ll have to see if that’s gonna be a problem for you,” she continued, nodding towards my obvious boner. She then giggled and got in the shower stall. The glass was opaque so her form was obscured and I could not discern any details of the naked female in the shower. However, the mental image was stuck in my mind as if it had been burned there by a laser.
“Ron, why don’t you shave while I’m finishing my shower?” she suggested. Perhaps that would get my mind off of her nubile womanhood.
Miss Sarah turned off the water and grabbed a towel so she could dry her body before leaving the shower. When the shower door finally opened, she emerged with the towel wrapped around her body, concealing her tits and her pussy.
“Okay. Get those clothes off and get in the shower,” Miss Sarah tried to direct me. It sounded as if she was eager to finally see me naked.
I had already removed my shirt before I shaved. I quickly had my pants off and I was now covered only by my boxers. My erection was quite obvious to Miss Sarah.
“You’re kind of excited about all this, aren’t you?” she asked in a little girl teasing voice. I thought she might be entertaining the idea that she was in control, like leading a greyhound around the track with the elusive promise of a rabbit. And, I’ll admit, looking at her naked body was quite an incentive for me to do almost anything.
“Turn around,” I ordered her. She got a look on her face that suggested that she wanted to complain but, instead, she complied with my command.
I pulled down my boxers so that I was now completely naked. I walked over to Miss Sarah and stood behind her so that her back was just inches from my body. I reached down and lifted the towel that was obscuring her ass and then I pressed my body against hers. My dick pushed against her ass cleavage and I placed my hands on her hips.
The teasing was to much for me and I needed to take this game to the next level. Leaning my head forward slightly, I whispered in her ear. “It’s quite obvious I’m excited about this.” I reached down and pulled her cheeks apart so that my dick would push even farther into her butt crack. “I’ll bet that you’re excited, too, but I wouldn’t know unless I pulled that towel away to see if your nipples are hard . . . I’ll bet they are . . . or if I stuck a finger in your pussy to see how wet you are . . . and I’ll bet you’re wet, aren’t you?”
I reached around with both hands and grabbed both boobs. Even though she was wearing a towel, I could feel that both nipples were erect. “Now, you get ready while I take a shower and we’ll talk some more bout your tits and pussy later tonight.” With that statement, I release my hold on her body, turned around, and walked straight into the shower. It felt good to assume some control over the situation and it also felt good that she didn’t reject the physical contact with me.
I was so horny I wanted to immediately jack off when I got under the warm water but I thought I should reserve all my male fluids for whatever might happen later in the evening. When I got out of the shower, Miss Sarah was not in the bedroom. I wasn’t sure what to make of that but I proceeded to get dressed.
When I walked out into the living room, Miss Sarah was seated on the sofa. She was wearing a form fitting silky red sleeveless dress that was long enough to cover her panties and a few inches of skin immediately south of her panties, but it didn’t cover much else. If she had been a skanky-looking girl, it might have looked like a slutty dress but, with her youthful innocence, it just looked damned sexy and provocative.
“Wow, you look like you’re ready for a hot date tonight!” I said with some emphasis.
“I am,” she immediately replied, “. . . with you.” Her smile was more effective than any surgeon’s knife; it immediately reached my heart and began to melt me.
We went to a moderately upscale New Orleans-style restaurant. After a while, I stopped noticing, but I think every man who saw Miss Sarah turned to stare at her, followed by a jealous grin directed at me. I certainly felt like the king of the world on this particular evening in paradise.