Chapter 2: Sex in Hell
Day two had been a total loss for Chloe. The drinking and a slight touch of sea sickness the first night conspired to keep her bed ridden. She awoke at 8 o'clock in the morning of the third day of the cruise, sleeping through the entire first day and night at sea. Chloe would've been pissed off, she was sun worshipper of old, but the wet cement like state of her body abated the anger.
She tried to get up and pay Janet and Kevin a visit but nausea fought her tooth and nail. Before heading back to bed, a hour after waking up, she discovered a note on the floor by her cabin door.
It was from Janet and Kevin. Excited the welled inside her only magnified her ill feelings, so she read the note reclined in bed. The words were perfect and served to reduce her fears of "last night was a mistake."
Instead it was simple and direct, ' Chloe, Kevin and I want you to know what an amazing time we had the other night. From the moment we started talking in the club I knew there was something special about you. You proved my belief true. Kevin was sore the next morning, as was I. We missed you at breakfast and did knock for you. And we didn't see you at all during the first day at sea. We thought you may be feeling the effects of the previous night as well. So we are off. Our day in Grand Cayman means we will be way most of the time in port. We hope to see you that night. Love J &K.'
Chloe let out a sigh of relief and pain. Relieved that they felt the way she did and pain that she slept the entire day away and never got to see them.
The image of Kevin lingering over her as his fat member dripping "the warmth" as she called it over her breasts and stomach made her tingle. Janet's uninhibited sharing of her man and introducing Chloe to soft pleasures of another woman's mouth and tongue changed the timid blonde into something like she never expected.
Chloe for the first time felt that those deep, sexual desires, wants and yearnings could be tapped, realized and acted upon. And the cruise was the vehicle to live those dreams.
Chloe remembered little about the end of the evening or how she even made it back to her cabin. She wanted to go an knock at Janet and Kevin's cabin, but a spinning head made it difficult for Chloe to articulate her feelings and appreciation for the night. She did vow to stop by the cabin before the end of the day and see if the couple wanted to play again, maybe even that night.
But as morning became noon, Chloe Taylor wanted to make the most of her first day of shore excursions. She was finding it hard to motivate herself up from her cabin. Yesterday was lost at sea. But today she had Grand Cayman.
With her head pounding the basic elements of walking seemed difficult for Chloe to master. Slowly but surely she wandered around her room, collecting clothes, her and other items she'd need for a day on Grand Cayman. Straw sunhat, sunglasses and loose but revealing sundress completed the look. The day they left port she'd signed up for a mini-bus tour of the island and was glad the guided expedition required little more of her than getting on and off a bus. Checking her keycard and cruise card, Chloe wandered up the two levels to the tour departure lounge.
As her tour was called from the lounge, by the door of which she hovered, Chloe joined a small mass of people snaking their way down the passageways and stairs to the debarkation point. A small launch bobbed and lurched in the gorgeous turquoise sea. Just seeing the undulation of the small craft made Chloe nauseous. But if she did get some fresh air and dry land under her feet she worried the rest of the cruise would be spoiled. She quietly vowed to not drink in excess for the rest of the cruise.
Waiting for a few minutes in the bobbing boat, Chloe clenched her teeth and hoped for the best. Willing her stomach to stay intact.
A few minutes more and Chile's perseverance was rewarded by the roar of a motor and the lurch of the boat forward.
A short five minute ride into the harbor and Chloe began to feel better. The sight of the small harbor and dozens of cruise ships clamoring for a spot and the sidewalks along the port teeming with tourists, rejuvenated Chloe. The water shimmered a deep blue, fading to pale turquoise as the water grew shallow.
Smaller and larger shuttle boats roared around the harbor, old land craft and shallow bottomed skiffs made their way too and from the cruise ships.
She looked around her on the boat, filled mostly with older couples and southern rebel types. Very few, if any single men from what she could tell. But for a moment, recalling the first night at sea Chloe doubted if she was going to need much more sexual gratification for several days.
The small white and blue launch bumped the quay and attendants leapt on off making sure the small boat was secure. After a moment a gangway was dropped onto the gunwales and the occupants, on unsteady feet, filed off.
After being organized in a cattle like fashion Chloe split off from the que and found her tour bus parked on the sun drenched road shoulder.
She grasped her ticket tightly and shuffled along with the rest of the tour heading onto the bus. She could see just over the heads of the tourists ahead of her a sign being held by a pair of distinctly dark hands.
'Cayman Coast tour'
She checked her ticket again and made her way up the line. She now faced a tall, sinewy man. He smile flash of charm and his skin lustrous and dark as milk chocolate.
"Good morning pretty lady," he smiled, his voice a rich Caribbean accent.
Chloe became flush, " Morning."
He put a hand out to hers helping her up the step into the small bus. She smiled and sidestepped her way to the back.
Compared to the warm, humid air outside, the bus was cool and comfortable.
The man who helped he in was the driver, beside him a petite black woman with a matching and winning smile.
She expected the woman to narrate the tour, instead she was surprised when the driver donned the microphone and began narrating.
"Good morning to all you lovely ladies and dashing gentlemen. My name is Terrance and I, along with the lovely Elizabeth, will be showing the sights, sounds and tastes of our home, Grand Cayman."
Chloe settled in and quickly grew to like Terrance's smooth charming voice, full of life and expression. She chuckled at the driving on the "wrong" side of the road, small shops and tropical surroundings that made up Grand Cayman.
As the late morning sun bathed Chloe's face in a constant soothing warmth, she felt comfortable, relaxed and the first time no ill effects of the hangover. She marveled at the exotic broad leaf plants and bending palm trees arching over the sun bleached roadways and tiny house on the island.
Terrance continued the tour, making corny jokes and colorful tales of Grand Cayman's history. The small bus would pull along the roadside to give Terrance an opportunity to regale the riders with stories of his childhood on the largest of the Cayman Islands. Stops at the Governor's residence, facts about the unarmed Cayman police force and a stop at the gorgeous 7 Mile beach eased Chloe into a vacation bliss.
At first Chloe didn't think much of it the glancing eyes of Terrance around the cabin in the rearview mirror. But as each mile passed she noticed he dark brown eyes seemed to linger on her longer and longer. Shyly she would look away, glancing occasionally to see if he was still looking. Invariably he was. And this sent a thrill through Chloe. She loved the look men gave her. The dueling glances thrilled Chloe to the point where she just stared, smiled and once-very carefully- licked her lips while Terrance watched. This level of distraction almost caused him to drive of the sand lined road.
A stop at a turtle farm and Chloe stayed close by Terrance as he explained the history and delicacies of the turtle, much to shrieking dismay of the tourists. Chloe however stayed just far enough away to keep that sense of aloofness about her. Sure she would bend over the shallow cement tank's opposite him and let him catch a glance of her sumptuous, deep cleavage. But just as quickly she would demurely turn away.
