Christy and I had dated in high school and college, but had drifted apart and both married different people. I had gotten divorced after only a few years, but had not remarried for 15 years. After she got divorced and moved back home, I had bumped into Christy and we had started dating again.
Because we had tried to keep our dating secret from our kids, we had ended up having sex a few times in her minivan. The sex was amazing, and the risk of getting caught had added an extra thrill that I hadn't even planned on.
Christy and her daughter had agreed to go on a Summer cruise with John and I, and even though both kids had guessed that we were dating, we were planning to keep it cool during the cruise. John and I had booked a nice room with a balcony, and at the last minute, Christy had booked an "inner ship" room with Lisa, her daughter.
Once we got on board, though, John had moved into Lisa's room, and Christy had moved in with me. Even though we were worried that the kids might be too young for this kind of set-up, the kids seemed to be "enjoying it" more than us.
On day 2, I had learned that Christy was enjoying the exhibitionist aspect of the cruise ship even more than the minivan. This was not a completely new experience for either of us, but I have to say this was the most daring we had ever been.
So at night after dinner, when Christy dressed up in a sundress with nothing underneath, my imagination started running wild.
She had been wearing sunscreen, but her skin was almost as tan as mine. I suspect it was artificial, but it didn't matter. Her skin looked stunning against the pastel sun dress, and the outlines of her breasts made my heart beat faster.
We had moved from nightclub to nightclub, drinking and dancing, and we were amazed by the sheer number and variety of clubs in the ship. Each club offered live music, and when the bands took a break, we simply walked to the next club, drinks in hand, and continued our party late into the night.
The cruise ship not only offered bars, but also offered "premium" restaurants where you could eat if you wanted something other than what was served in the main restaurant. Just after midnight, we ended up at one of those restaurants, that appeared to serve dinner right up until midnight, and then convert into a bar for the rest of the evening.
The music was provided by a live band that played lounge versions of top 40 songs from the 70's that were surprisingly good. Each of the musicians were clearly well-trained, well-practiced, and professional. We danced to song after song, until we were tired.
When we finally sat down, we picked a table in a darkened corner that allowed us a view of the dance floor. Without even asking, one of the waiters brought over fresh drinks for both of us. When I offered to pay, he waived me off, and explained that the bartender at the previous bar had sent up "comped" drinks for us.
Although I would like to think it was because I had left a generous tip, it was most likely because of how Christy was somehow managing to gradually show more cleavage and more legs at the same time. I had tried not to be obvious about grabbing her ass on the dance floor, but she was not shy at all about showing of her best features.
As we sat in the booth, she casually reached her had under the tablecloth and started rubbing my dick through my jeans. Because we were both about half wasted, we paid no attention to whether people could see us or not, but we were pretty sure they couldn't. The room was dark, and the tablecloth blocked the view of anyone who wasn't in the booth with us.
"Don't start something you can't finish." I whispered.
"Oh I can finish..." She promised.
Christy leaned over to kiss me, and I used my hand to pull her skirt up. I figured as long as she was groping me, I would return the favor. When I put my hand between her legs, I could feel the moisture of her excitement, and so I started massaging her pussy right there in the booth.
I looked up, and the waiter was smiling at us, and even gave me a sly wink before turning away. The room wasn't very crowded, and he retreated back to the bar, where he resumed watching us from a distance. He would stop every once in a while to serve another customer, but other than that, seemed to be enjoying the show.
Without taking her eyes off me, Christy unzipped my jeans, and pulled my underwear down far enough to release my dick. Since she had both of her hands in my lap, it was now obvious to the waiter what was going on, but no one else seemed to have noticed.