Outstripped (20 page)

There
was a line, snaking its way into the dining room, which was moving very slowly.
It’s always a mystery how some folk seem duty-bound to seek out their seating
at the earliest possible opportunity. They'll join a queue for anything if it
means they get seated quicker.
A plane, a train, a
restaurant, wherever.
Jody preferred to stand back, relax and enjoy the
scenery. People-watch a little longer and leave the queuing to others. She
secured another Champagne and idly
chit-chatted
with a
few people before finally deciding to join the now minuscule line for her
second opportunity to handshake with the Captain. As it turned out, this time
was everyone's big moment for a photograph. A chance to show off that special
outfit and mix with the dignitaries. It also provides hard evidence for
everyone at home. Way better than a t-shirt!

As luck
would have it he remembered her by name, though, since she was a special guest,
he should have done. The seating plan determined that Jody would also be dining
at his table, or he at hers, depending on your beliefs regarding whose honour
it really is in the travel and hospitality trade. She noted there were eight
people in total at her table, and other than the Captain, no other names were
familiar. Two married couples, a man, a woman, the Captain and herself.

The
gentlemen at her table stood as she approached, and one of them attended to her
chair. In the modern age of equal rights, and such, Jody was impressed there
was still some male courtesy left.

"Thank
you," she said. "I kind of enjoy a little chivalry now and
again."

"You're
welcome." he replied in a half American, half Spanish, mixed kind of
accent that she couldn't quite place. She watched as he sat down opposite her
and she liked what she saw. Solid stature, suave nature, very polished, clearly
had money and an olive toned skin atop his Dinner Jacket and dickey bow said
something strong, Latin and lascivious to her.

"But
is he single or paired off?" she wondered.

Introductions
were made around the table and she discovered that Vincente Moreno was of
Southern Californian origin and was indeed alone.

"This
trip was actually booked by my parents but unfortunately my mother passed away
some months ago and as my father no longer wanted to cruise alone, I have taken
his place."

The
Captain finally joined them and dinner could begin. Conversation was a little
awkward to start, due to the formality of the event, but as the wine flowed,
tongues loosened, and the party started.

"I
trust you received the presentation case earlier, Jody?" enquired Vincente,
leaning in a little.

Pausing
for a moment to prevent a lack of composure after such a bombshell, she began,
"Er yes, I did receive a case, this afternoon. My cabin steward brought me
one. Was that from you?"

"Yes.
He said you were in need of entertainment and I had just the right things with
me. My company 'Placeres Privados' makes toys. Executive toys that is. I always
carry a presentation case for business purposes. You never know
who
you might meet. So...."

Jody had
already translated his company name from 'Placeres Privados' to 'Private
Pleasures' (see, her Spanish has come in handy). She couldn't believe how bold
and forthright he was with her across the table, in plain sight and full
earshot of everyone. Unaccustomed as she was to being upstaged in this kind of
situation she decided to take up the challenge and see just how far things
could go.

"I
don't believe we've ever met before. How could you possibly know I was
interested in your products?"

"Ah,
a little birdie told me some things and I put two and two together. I hope you
don't mind. Have you tried them out yet? They're a lot of fun you know."

"I've
never seen their like before, so I'm not quite sure how they work. Are they
Spanish or Latin American? And besides which, I'm left handed. Does that
matter?"

"I
will be more than happy to demonstrate if you should allow me to be so bold.
After dinner perhaps?"

Their
very open, innuendo filled
banter hadn't really captured the attention of the other guests, but Jody put
an end to it anyway.

"Let's
see how things go, shall we. I feel more in the mood for a dance after dinner.
How's your Tango?"

"He's
very well, thank you."

"No
I meant your dancing. I'm just kidding anyway. I don't know how to ballroom
dance."

"I
have three left feet, if that helps." He smiled.

"Are
you bragging or making excuses.
"
She replied,
fully comprehending the filth and subtlety of his comment. The banter was
getting a little obvious now so Jody decided to calm things down and they got
on with dinner in a civilized and almost innuendo-free manner until it was time
to make tracks.

Vincente
accompanied Jody for a drink or two at the bar before they wandered the decks
in search of the outdoor nightclub. He was quite charming, she determined, when
he wasn't dueling for domination in games of wit and repartee. And although she
was definitely in the mood for taking him up on his earlier offer of
assistance, she was going to put him through his paces as a gentleman first.

They
eventually did find the nightclub and the viewing rails at the stern of the
ship and when the romance of the evening needed to progress further they went
back to
his
cabin. Mummy and Daddy
Moreno had clearly paid a lot of money for their cruise. The cabin on C deck
was enormous. Twin balconies, space, and well, just a whole heap more of
everything.

The sex
was good too.
Tropical, moonlit, slow, sensual, and
conventional.
"Almost a 'newlywed' kind of sex," Jody
remembered. But the morning! Oh my God, that was just incredible!

Jody
woke early when daylight streamed in through the balcony doors. The curtains
had not been drawn in the evening as they had other things on their minds. She
ordered breakfast in bed for the two of them and as Vincente read the 'Ship's
News' for the day, Jody was on the Balcony, bent over, elbows on the railings
and 'Bucks Fizz' in hands. She could see land in the distance but couldn't tell
whether it was Cuba or Jamaica or wherever. It didn't matter. It was paradise.

A light
breeze occasionally billowed and lifted the man's tailed white dress shirt she
had on and gave Vincente a stunning reminder of what a 'lucky bastard' he was
and he decided to act. Jumping out of bed, stark naked, he was now on a
mission. Picking up the breakfast tray from the bed, he carried it over to the
balcony door and placed it on the coffee table. Jody turned her head to see
what was going on.

"Stay
exactly where you are." He said firmly. Then with both hands he picked up
her
shirt tail
and lifted it over her bare and
beautiful buttocks. Not a tan line in sight. Doubling up the shirt on her back
he retreated to admire the view thoroughly. Wresting his gaze for a moment he
picked up a little jug from the tray and kneeling down behind Jody he
encouraged her legs to open just a smidge.

Jody
didn't know what he was doing but she knew she was going to like it, and taking
instructions in these kinds of circumstances
was
within her capabilities. It was in
her own
best interests, after all. She sipped at her Champagne and orange and prepared
herself for some naughtiness.

Vincente
raised the jug high over Jody's bottom and began to pour. A smooth, sensual,
stream of syrup rained down on her and immediately began to trickle down
between her cheeks.
Over her 'pucker ring' and downwards to
the soft folds of her pussy.
It was sticky, it was tickly and it was
driving her mad.
In a good way.
She squirmed, she
writhed, she moaned and she begged him to do something, or
she'd
have to.

The
visual was equally incredible. The perfect arse drizzled in syrup, running
naughtily over pussy and now dripping on to the deck. Kind of what a female
orgasm ought to look like.

Vincente
got to work. Tongue out, he started centrally, as far reaching as he could, and
slid just over her Mons Venus and backwards to her clit. The taste was
sensational and the sensation was sublime. He teased her clitoris a little
before giving her the full width of his tongue over the full length and folds
of her now pudding-like pussy. Up and down he went, over and over again,
relieving Jody's tickles yet inducing intense sensations as replacement.

 
All the while, Vincente's
cock hardened and banged on the deck, begging for attention, semi-patiently
waiting its turn.
He poured some more syrup and tormented her again,
leaning back to enjoy the view. The licking started again, just as before. Jody
was in simultaneous rapture and torture. It was so, so good and it was so, so
hard, to stay still. This time he poked at her pussy with his tongue. Parting
her folds, pushing inside and filling her with warmth. In and out he slipped,
up and down, he was driving her increasingly wild.

He
stopped and reached for a bowl. Breakfast was a cocktail of tropical fruit and
it hadn't all been eaten. First came a peach segment, dripping in cocktail
juices. Vincente ran it up and down Jody's lips, tickling her clit under its
little hood before pushing it half way inside her. He pulled it out and as she
looked back she saw him slip it indulgently between his teeth and gorge on it,
messily. He took another slice and repeated his performance, but offered it to
her this time, instead. Jody gladly received the syrupy gift coated in her own
juices. The three remaining strawberries were shared and the 'piece de
resistance' was the solitary cherry, still on its stalk. Vincente dipped it
into the syrup jug and as it dangled and dripped seductively he ran it up and
down her now pinkish swollen labia, and between, before
popping
it inside.

He left
it there for a moment whilst he ran back into the cabin and rooted through the
bedside drawers. Jody took another sip of her drink.

Returning
to his knees, and high above hers, he pulled out the cherry and offered it to
her.

Then the
buzzing started.

Aiming
precisely for Jody's clitoris, Vincente administered an incredible vibration
and
an intensity
she had never been fortunate to
witness before. She nearly jumped the railings, but after the initial shock,
eased herself and pushed down on it and back a little. The waves of pleasure
were building, her heart was beating faster and her breathing was being altered
uncontrollably. The Vibrator was moved. It slid up and down, around and all
over her sticky, sweet, erogenous zone and just as she was about to request
that he push her button again, he thrust in.
Deep, deeper and
deeper still.
"How big is this thing?" she thought. It was
filling and it was fulfilling.
Dreams, fantasies, and fucking
reality.

As he
started to withdraw, Jody pushed back hard, as if not wanting him to then she
pulled away, then pushed again. This was new to her. She didn't remember
ever
being given the full 'toy'
treatment by a guy before. And she didn't remember one this good before.
Vincente obliged her until it came time to finish the job. Her moans and
squeals had been building and he withdrew again. Replacing the vibrator with
his tongue he attacked her clitoris again with 'Mister Buzz'. Jody jumped at
the surprise again, spilling the remaining drink from her glass and then
settled in for the ride.

The
pressure began building, the intensity rose, she flushed pink all over and with
a shudder and a monumental guttural deliverance she came, over and over again.
Her knees buckled with each contraction. Her breath shortened to gasps. She
groaned, moaned, blinked uncontrollably and eventually subsided into bliss and
peace and relaxation, but the legs had gone.

Luckily,
Vincente was there to help her to her knees, and she safely placed the wine
glass on the deck beside her. Studying the
awesome
electric tool in his hand with unreserved graciousness she concluded from its
size and shape, it must be the missing piece from the selection box.

He now
stood before her with his handsomely proportioned and perpendicular 'other
tool' pointing right at her. She grinned up at him then leaned over to the
breakfast tray to pour
herself
a refill of the 'Bucks
Fizz' kind.

Taking his
manhood in one hand, she started stroking slowly. He immediately firmed up and
filled out completely. She took a sip from her glass then bent his dick
downwards and dipped it in her delightfully decadent drink. The cold, fizzy
feeling was new to him. Taking out the now Champagne coated and dripping member
she engulfed the end, sucking off as much liquid as she could before licking
him up and down his shaft to complete the clean up operation. Jody repeated the
process of cold fizz, followed by warm tongue, and he jerked a little in
appreciation. She put her glass down and got to grips with her stroking, and
licking, and sucking, and gorging.

Vincente
moaned loudly.

The
speed intensified, her hands were hard at work and her tongue was swirling
magically around his throbbing head inside her warm welcoming mouth. It was his
turn for the shortening of breath and the gasping to start. Realizing the
impending nature of things Jody pulled out his knob and stroked methodically,
two handed. With his own hands on his hips Vincente erupted triumphantly
upwards and out to sea, missing her by inches. She drained his still pumping
testicles till the spurting stopped and the monster subsided.