She looked so sad, so vulnerable. And yet so beautiful, so sexy. And I wanted her – badly. My hands felt clammy, my chest ached, and my cock was rigid in my shorts.
One look had been enough.
I had first spotted as she walked towards me, before sitting down sit at a table on the opposite side of an aisle to me on a cross channel ferry. We had just left Calais, and were heading back to Dover. She was with two others, and – like me – seemed to be on her way home to England after a holiday in France. As soon as she had sat down, she had opened a book on the table in front of her, but was I watched her I could see that she was clearly not reading it.
I had watched her for those few moments as she had walked towards me, taking in the swing of her hips, the soft curves of her body, her easy confidence. And now I couldn’t take my eyes off her. As I watched her, I ached for her. Here I was, a grown man, feeling like a kid with a crush. Except that I had never felt such an overwhelming need before.
Her hair was blonde, and was tied back in a pony tail, a few strands hanging loose each side of her face, partially hiding her delicate ears and her gold stud ear rings. Her skin looked soft and tanned. Her nose was small, her lips moist and full – and oh so kissable.
She was wearing a sleeveless v-neck tee shirt. Each time she moved and leant forward, I caught a tantalising glimpse of her divine looking cleavage, and of the hidden delights beyond. Her arms were slender, her hands perfect, her fingers long and mobile as she tapped softly on the table top.
Until a few minutes ago, I’d never set eyes on her before. But from the moment I’d first seen her, I knew that I’d wanted her. My body told me I did, my heart told me, my mind told me. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I tried. I kept looking down at my own book, but seconds later found myself looking up at her again, sometimes catching her looking up, looking around, looking at me.
And then it happened. As I gazed at her, she looked up, and looked straight at me. Her face opened up into a delicious smile, her small white teeth glistening at me, her pale blue eyes bright. I smiled back, holding her gaze despite my sense of having been caught out. My cock lurched in my shorts, throbbing painfully.
For a few long seconds we looked at each other. I looked down, and then back up. She was still looking at me, smiling. Slowly, she licked her lips, the pink tip of her tongue sliding along her lips. I groaned to myself. Abruptly, she stood up, closed her book, said something to her colleagues, and walked away.
I watched as she walked down the aisle away from me. I watched the movement of her firm ass, of her tight cheeks moving against each other in her black cut off trousers. Without thinking, I stood up and followed her, grateful that my cock probably wasn’t to obvious in my loose fitting shorts.
But, by the time I got to the wide stairwell at the end of the aisle, she had gone. There was no sign of her anywhere. I stopped, my shoulders sagging with disappointment, with frustration, as I looked around, hoping to catch sight of her. Nothing, she was nowhere to be seen. There was a bar on the opposite side of the stair well. I walked across and ordered a drink, feeling totally deflated.
As I stood waiting for my drink, my hands resting on the edge of the bar, I sensed someone behind me. I stood still. It had to be her. She stepped closer to me, her breasts pressing against my arm. Her voice was soft, but slightly husky.
“I feel it as well,” she told me, “The need, the desire.”
And then she was gone. I turned quickly, my drink forgotten. I threw some coins on the bar and searched for her in the crowds ahead of me. I spotted her as she glanced over her shoulder, smiling that delicious smile at me again. I quickly caught up with her, and walked beside her down a flight of stairs, neither of us talking. She seemed to know exactly where she was going.
She led me down the stairs and through a door marked “Staff Only”, and then along a short corridor. She stopped outside another door with the same markings and began to press a code into the electronic lock. In a whisper she told me that she had worked on the ferry for a few months during her break from University, and that the codes never got changed – and that the room never got used during the hour long ferry crossings. The door opened, and she quickly stepped inside.
I followed her, still trying to catch up in my mind with what was happening. I pushed the door closed behind me. The room was full of bags and coats. There were a few easy chairs dotted around, and a large table in the middle of the room.
She stood with her back to the table, looking at me. She stepped closer, a look of sheer lust in her eyes – the same look as I’m sure she could see in mine.
We stepped forward at the same time, our mouths locking together as we held each other tight, as our hands pulled at each other’s clothes, as my cock pressed against her, as our lips started to feel bruised as they crushed together, as our tongues found each other.
