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This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
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Author's Notes
Foreword #1: All sexually active characters in this story are over 18.
Foreword #2: This is a story and intended purely for pleasure.
Foreword #3: This is a fifth chapter in the Voyage of Self Discovery series. Although there is a little recap at the start of the story, you may want to read the earlier parts to get up to speed with the journey so far.
Foreword #4: This story was inspired from a suggestion from a fellow reader, Bablee, whose name I have used in the story but for no other purpose than having a name for a character.
Foreword #5: Thank you so much to mbrow for being kind enough to read the draft story and provide his edits. Very much appreciated.
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It was my darling husband who bought me this notebook, leather bound with gold trimmings, as an homage to my fifty years. It was my darling husband who also suggested I put it to good use. He even bought the pen that I have been using to write my memoirs. Sometimes I have to pinch myself to remember that it is a real story and one in which I was the centre of all attention.
So now my love life is better than it's ever been — okay at a little over fifty it is more about the quality than the quantity, but it is still better than ever. In my time away, I learnt much about myself and even more about my relationship with my darling husband.
My introduction to this new world had been tentative to say the least. It started with a stranger on the top deck of a cruise ship. As I watched his wife getting ravaged by another's cock, he sat unperturbed and pleasured me past the point of no return. Even his explanation took me by surprise at the time, although now I can fully connect with what he said.
"That's what makes our love so much stronger. It is a matter of trust and freedom. We love each other so intimately, but sometimes in a relationship you just need a little bit more. That's where the freedom comes into it. We are both free to be ourselves, together or apart, yet we know we will come back to each other happier and stronger."
An evening with a fellow member of the team really started me on my voyage of discovery. For all I was naive and conservative, Melodee was the total opposite. It was she who pointed out that Swinger's bar was nothing to do with baseball. It was also she who showed me just how personal and exquisite sex could be. What started as nothing more than a little people watching had drawn me in to something much more interesting. All I needed was to find a suitable teacher who could show me just what I had been missing.
Her name was Melodee and the lessons had already begun, first in her cabin and then a wonderful evening in the company of her and a stranger by the name of John. Had it answered all my questions? For sure some had been answered, but others had risen to the surface taking their place. Had I achieved all I wanted? Not at all. I'd dipped my toes in the water, but now I wanted to learn to swim.
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By the time Friday arrived I was full of excitement. It seemed that life was heading just where I wanted it to, and at quite a pace. Melodee had already promised to put my name down on the list for black shirts and what's more, I had my own private encounter with my perfect stranger (okay, his name was Paul) to look forward to. Same place, same time was what he had said, so I just had some ten hours to wait.
Ten hours it might have been, but it seemed like an eternity. I could barely concentrate on the day job, which was not good when working with children. I guess I was lucky. There were no major incidents, nothing which may have put my lack of concentration into the spotlight. I'd got the evening off, which was just as well as, being the last night before we docked, there seemed to be more children than normal staying later into the evening whilst parents spent their last night partying, or whatever else they may be getting up to. As soon as I could, I made my way back to my cabin before anyone could ask me to stay longer. I had other things to concentrate on. If I was going to meet my stranger, then I was going to make sure I looked my best.
Back in my room, I stripped off and jumped in the shower. After hours of working with kids, there was nothing better than the gentle massage of a full-on power shower, standing in the torrent of water as it cascaded over my skin. Most nights it would be food, shower and relaxation. Tonight though, was just that little different. Food? I guess I was just a little too excited to bother. Shower? Yes of course, but this time it was more than just a gentle massage. Relaxation? Well, that was the one thing I was hoping wouldn't be on the menu.
A wash of the hair came first, then the body. As I smoothed rich suds over my bare skin, I closed my eyes and almost immediately I could see my stranger. It was his hands running gently across my body, stimulating my arousal with every touch, and not a simple bar of soap. I moaned slightly as he caressed my ample breasts, fingers sliding over the sensitive nubs before hands massaged the tender flesh. By the time he had slithered down below I was already hot with excitement. I couldn't help myself but dip a finger up inside, remembering the way my stranger had rubbed me off on that first night. It was never intended, but I simply stood there, under the torrent of water, that finger teasing my pussy. I could feel the fires build, yet still I continued. My breathing was coming short and fast, but still I didn't stop. I was in a dreamworld, a sexually exciting dreamworld. A quiver in my legs heralded my orgasm. It was, I hoped, a sign of things to come.
Breathing deeply, and still a little unsteady on my legs, I went back to the task of getting ready. A shave under the arms was followed by my legs, fingertips being used to judge the smooth finish. Happy enough, I glanced down at my one other unkempt jungle. I closed my eyes as I ran my fingers through the dense bush. Almost immediately Melodee sprang into view, or more to the point her smoothly shaven mound. For a moment I wondered. Could I really do it? Could I dispose with what I always saw as being a sign of my femininity? Opening my eyes, I picked up the razor and lowered it down. A shake of the head told me I couldn't, instead just tidying up the edges and turning a sprawling jungle into a dense yet neatly kept lawn.
Having spent much longer than I intended in the shower, I knew that time must be getting on. A seductively spiced body mist enshrouded my nakedness before I considered getting dressed. I'd chosen carefully, laying a set of clothes out on the bed before diving into the bathroom. Inside I felt good, dressed in my skimpiest knickers — okay, as a mother in her forties they weren't the sort which were going to set the heart a pounding, but at least they were racier than the more practical stuff I usually wore — which were covered by a mid-thigh length stretch dress. The dress was one of my favourites. It was so soft and comfortable as it clung to each of my curves, yet strong enough to hold my ample bust relatively still without the need for a bra. Backless sandals, matching in colour to the dress, finished off the outfit. I dried my long locks in what time remained and made my way upstairs.
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As expected for a Friday night, the last one before most of these passengers disembarked, it was already busy on the top deck by the time I got there. I glanced around but there was no sign of Paul. Remembering his words, 'same place, same time,' I headed off towards my usual seat. This was where I had taken to sit and watch the world go by. It was also the place where I had first met my stranger, Paul stopping off as he walked back to his cabin. Maybe I just needed to sit and wait for him to pass by me once more. I was just about to make myself comfortable when I noticed a piece of paper sitting on the chair. It looked very much like one of the drinks mats from Swingers bar. I picked it up and written on the back was a message.
'Bablee . . . In Swingers . . . Come and find me . . . Paul'
Note in hand, albeit now slightly scrunched, I headed off in search of Paul. It didn't take long to find a familiar face, but it wasn't the one I was looking for. Instead, it was Dave who I found first, and of course he made no mistake in catching my eye.
"Back again, Babble?"
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Bablee
," I replied, chiding him for his deliberate error.
"So, back again, Bablee? Don't tell me you're just looking for somebody."
