Linda Morton's weeks of excitement were about to be satisfied as, arm in arm with her friend Sally, they made their way towards the dock where the liner was berthed. Could this be the start of her recurring fantasy turned real? Sally was obviously just as excited, as the whole way through the security area, she had gabbled about the things they might do on board.
"The cabin has a balcony, hasn't it? We could sunbathe naked out there. And I'm dying to have a go in the casino-"
Sally went on and on, but Linda hardly heard a word, she was just too up in the air wondering what lay ahead of them. Just turned twenty, Linda was heading for her first cruise. How amazing that her long-term fantasy had been set in motion by a lucky draw in a big charity raffle. A ten-day booking for two in a first-class cabin with two thousand dollars spending money. All it needed was the hot lover who, in her fantasy, set her soul on fire.
Bad weather had delayed their flight from Billings, Montana to Miami. Consequently, they were arriving mid-evening instead of the afternoon.
Passing through a wide arch they were almost alongside the white wall which was the liner. Out on the darkening dock, Linda saw that the white wall stretched into the distance looking left or right. She heard Sally gasp, "Wow!"
Finding her voice, at last, Linda muttered, "God, bigger than I expected."
Sally giggled, "I'll bet you say that to all the boys."
Linda gave her friend a look of mock disgust. She knew that compared with Sally her own sexual experience was minimal. Two desperate submissions, cum and gone, might have cooled her interest in sex forever. But Linda was certain that her insides carried warm embers just waiting to be poked into a blaze.
Sally often raved about the orgasms she'd had, but Linda wasn't jealous, even though her only orgasms had been self-induced. Could this unexpected dip into her fantasy produce the dream lover it needed?
Sally put her arm around her, "We might both get lucky here. I'm hoping I'll find a randy, rich, older guy who I can say that to."
Linda could only shrug. "Come on," she said, grabbing her friend's arm. "I'm dying to see what it's like."
Sally chuckled, "I might try saying that to a guy, too." But she followed.
In no time, Linda was awestruck by the splendor of her surrounds. The liner was one massive, gleaming floating hotel. Just too much for her tired mind to take in.
Then came the deluxe cabin, spotlessly clean, beautifully furnished. Sally flung herself back onto one of the twin beds, "God, the very ambiance of this place makes me horny."
After each had taken a warm shower in the generously spacious bathroom, they went to their appointed dining room. Linda was already realizing how sheltered life had been on her father's small ranch.
They sat at a table with three other couples, and after the idle introductory chat, and a delicious four-course meal, they wandered away from the tables, with Sally all-bubbly about exploring the liner. Linda looked at her watch, which showed 10.25pm.
She pointed this out to Sally, "It's been a long tiring day. All I want is a bed."
"But I'm aflame with excitement," Sally protested.
Patiently Linda informed Sally how long it would take to explore a liner of this size. "We'll be good and fresh in the morning."
But she allowed Sally to talk her into stopping for one 'nightcap'. They sat at a table with a walkway running past it, as they sipped a light wine, and watched couples, arms around each other, drift towards their cabins.
After a few minutes, Sally stood up declaring that she must find a toilet. She put down her half-empty glass and strolled away towards the bar.
When she had gone, Linda sat, feeling lonely in this new environment. Then she saw him! Tall, handsome with lightly curled black hair. In a pale blue shirt and pants, he strode towards her and then on past. Linda felt a thumping in her chest, like jungle drums telling her that he would fit nicely into her fantasy. She sighed. Probably on his way to his wife.
Minutes passed, and Linda was wondering what the hell had happened to Sally. Then she saw that 'fantasy man' was coming back. This time, he glanced down at her, a casual smile lit his face and his head gave a slight nod. Then he was gone. A little smile and a nod, Linda thought, 'Oh, dream lover, I could sleep on that—for now.'.
Sally came back, all red-faced, and holding a large glass of wine. Linda glanced at the glass she'd left on the table. "Why have you bought another wine?"
Sandy's head shook, as she told Linda about a guy at the bar, whose shoulder she'd accidentally bumped in passing.
"Accidentally?"
Sally's face reddened more, "I think so. Anyway, he bought me this as we chatted and—" She stopped, and a pleading look crossed her face, "Oh, Linda, he's asked if we could finish our chat—and I know you're tired."
Linda could not disguise her smile nor the hopeless shake of her head, as she said, "And you're not? Just be careful."
"I'll be quiet when I come in. Thanks, good friend."
Shaking her head, Linda sat back and sipped at her wine. She would finish that and then, bed. That was when her breath caught in her throat.
Holding a half-full tumbler in his hand, fantasy man was coming back, only this time he was looking directly at Linda. Surely not. Dreams don't start that quickly, do they? Those drums started thudding again, but much more fiercely, as he stopped in front of her, so handsome, bathing her with a warm smile. His cornflower blue eyes lingered on her face, before flickering down to her bosom.
Linda was so aware that this third appearance, as well as starting a moistening between her thighs, had caused her nipples to harden She wondered if they were pressed against her thin dress and had drawn his attention. But then his eyes were looking frankly into hers, as he said, "You've been alone here every time I've passed." His deep brown voice thrilled her, but then he followed up with, "Mind if I join you?"
