After three days into the ten day cruise, I was looking forward to our first port call of the trip. After leaving Port Canaveral, the ship had steamed south toward the Panama Canal. On the way, the ship was going to put in at Colon prior to moving into the Canal. Not that I was going to go into the port - I had other plans for that day.
We had boarded the ship on Saturday, shortly before sailing. My wife Jenny and I had been on several cruises, but this time we were joined by Marc and his wife Christy. I had met Christy over ten years ago, when I was a project leader looking for managers for a mentoring project I was heading. Christy was just out of college, and was intelligent, eager, and clever, as well as attractive. We hit it off immediately, and our families had been friends ever since. And I had had the hots for Christy for almost as long.
I had never done anything about it, but I had lusted after her for years. I had seen her in bathing suits on several occasions, but that was just whetting my appetite for more. This cruise was just the thing to satisfy my curiosity. You see, this cruise had a few special features previous cruises hadn't.
The cruise line we chose was one that specialized in cruises for adults. There were few activities for children and the cruiseline actively discouraged patrons from bringing children. We had both opted to leave our kids at home, so the idea of a cruise that catered to adults appealed to us. We had been on cruises that catered to families, and there were always a pack of screaming kids running throughout the ship. We were looking forward to a more sedate voyage.
And since the ship catered to adults, there were more tangible benefits as well, one of which we discovered on the first afternoon of the cruise. After we settled in, we went on a little exploration of the ship. It had the normal complement of swimming pools, each with a collection of deck chairs surrounding them. One pool, located forward of the stack, had a set of stairs leading forward and up to an upper deck. On a stanchion near the base of the stairs was a small, discrete sign, stating that the upper deck was a clothing-optional area. Jackpot!
I glanced at Marc, making sure he had seen the sign as well. The girls were chatting and hadn't looked in my direction, so I suspect they hadn't. In as nonchalant a voice as I could manage, I suggested that we see what was up the stairs. Since I was standing in front of the sign by then, the girls had no advance warning of the conditions prevailing on that deck.
When we got up on the deck, it was mostly covered by the same lounge chairs that encircled the pools. Perhaps one in ten of these was occupied by afternoon sun-worshipers, almost all female. Most of the women I could see were older, but here and there were younger women. The greater part of the ladies were lying on their stomachs and wearing bikini bottoms or thongs, with their tops untied or laying on the deck next to the chair. Very rarely, we could see a fully nude woman lying on her back, soaking in the sun's rays. The few I could see were quite attractive, with full breasts and nicely-trimmed pubic hair.
As we weaved our ways through the deck chairs, I noted that the girls had fallen silent and were staring around quite as much as Marc and I were. Approaching the stairway at the far end of the deck, we walked by a particularly stunning blonde, her D-cup boobs pillowed on her chest and topped with large, dark areolaes, and who was lying with her feet on each side of the chair, spreading her thighs wide and giving us a fantastic view of her shaved pussy lips, slightly parted and prominently peeking from her slit.
We passed by silently, not commenting until we had descended the farther stairs. "Well, that was interesting," I commented.
"I'm going to like the scenery on this cruise," Marc noted.
"I didn't see any guys sunbathing up there. Seems like kind of rip-off to me," complained Christy, a note of whimsy coloring her voice. "Maybe you guys will have to liven things up."
"Oh, ladies first!" both Marc and I chorused.
"Maybe we'll surprise you," said Jenny. Well now, I thought, that provides some food for thought. I filed it away for further thought as we continued our tour of the ship. I simply had to find a way to get the girls on the sundeck during this cruise!
Later that night, Jenny and I were relaxing in our cabin, checking out the movies on the cruise tv and discussing our plans for the week. I casually mentioned that I thought it would be cool if we all spent some time sunning on the upper deck. Jenny giggled and punched me on the shoulder, saying "Nice try, stud, but I know you just want to see Christy naked. I don't know if she would go that far, but I'll see if I can convince her to spend some time there. It may take a couple of days for her to get comfortable taking anything off, but you never know." That's one of the things I love about Jenny - always ready to lend a hand! I knew that Jenny wouldn't have any issues with body modesty on the clothing-optional sundeck, and I hoped she would be able to convince Christy. We made plans to go sunbathing tomorrow and see how things developed.
As we lay there talking, my hand came to rest on her thigh, and I began to stroke her leg as we talked. We were both dressed for bed, Jenny in her oversized tee shirt and panties and I in my shorts and teeshirt. My hand continued to wander up her thigh until I was gently rubbing her panty-clad slit. This continued for a few minutes until she began to moan and squirm a bit, enjoying the touch. She suddenly sat up and got up from the bed. I raised an eyebrow at her, wondering if I had hurt her in some way when she moved to the tv, shut it off, then turned off the lights. The balcony doors were open, and soft, silvery moonlight filtered in, casting Jenny in silhouette as she stood there.
Her eyes locked on me, she reached to the hem of her shirt and drew it off over her head, her hair cascading down her back as it fell back into place. She hooked her thumbs in her panties and drew them down over her hips, letting them fall to floor. I heard the whisper of the fabric sliding over her legs as she said, "Come here."
Who am I to refuse a request like that? I got up and stepped over to her. As I did, I dropped my shirt on the bed. She reached out and slid my shorts off and reached down to take my cock in her hand, stroking and squeezing me to hardness as we kissed. While she was running her hand over my erection, I ran my hand down her flank and between her legs, questing up to stroke her now-moist slit. A few minutes of this and we were both ready for more. Jenny then turned, took my hand, and led me out onto the balcony. The balconies were mostly private, with solid dividers between balconies for individual rooms. If you really wanted to, you could peek between the edge of the divider and the ship's bulkhead into the next balcony, but with the lights off, no one would be able to see.
