SEX PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN
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Heaven In The Carribean Ch. 01 free porn video
‘And the winner is…..’ Hoping to hear my name, but not really expecting to…. ‘Paul Feagans!’ …my heart stopped in mid-beat! Yes!! I had won!
Jumping up from my seat with what I’m sure was the goofiest smile, I stepped up to collect the tickets for the Carribean cruise.
This was going to be so great. I really felt that I needed a vacation from the hustle and hassles that are part of my work week at the upscale Mexican restaurant where I work, and what better way to sweeten the deal, than to have all my expenses paid in the process by my employer!
This has become a yearly tradition here, sort of a ‘Thank You’, if you will from the owner to the faithful working men and women that have helped to have another successful year.
Making my way back to my seat with many pats on the back and congratulatory handshakes, my mind was abuzz with visions of warm tropical breezes, cool tropical beverages, and relaxation without a care in the world.
Drinks were on me that night.
Once I finally got home, I started perusing through the literature and schedules that accompanied the tickets, when it hit me! This was a vacation for TWO!
Okay, so what’s the problem with that, you say? Well, I have been divorced for approximately six years now, and in that time I never really sought the need to start another relationship, instead I did one of the usual pitfalls that confront so many in this day and age, I buried myself in my work.
My mind started to work a bit overtime as I thought about who I could get to go with me. Of course, in situations such as this as well as big lottery wins, one discovers that one has many, many friends that you never knew existed. But I didn’t want to waste this trip, I wanted it to be special.
I thought of numerous co-workers of mine that I would love to spend a week ensconsed in a ship’s cabin with, but as things usually work out, most all of them had husbands or boyfriends, or were generally aloof.
The next day at work I was greeted with many proposals and flirtatious suggestions promising many a wild and erotic good time if I would just take them with me. Each one left us giggling at the outrageous promises, as it was pretty much our usual style of friendly banter.
Deep down in my heart, though, I knew exactly whom I wanted to go with…..Liz.
I guess at this point in my story I should backtrack a bit and try to explain just why I felt like I did.
Liz, Elizabeth in reality, started working with us about a year ago. I must admit that upon first sight I was captivated by her. A rather quiet, petite girl, standing about 5′ 5′ with short black hair, and weighing maybe all of a bit over one hundred pounds, she has the most deeply enchanting eyes. Almond shaped and hazel in color, and always made up in such a way that captured your attention and drew you somewhere deep within her soul. They provided her with an almost exotic look. If ever there were a pair of eyes to get lost in, hers were the ones. At 23 years of age, though I quickly had doubts that she would be interested in me, as you see I am at the ripe old age of 45. However, I should point out that I am still in great shape and more than young at heart and mind. Still, though, there are some that get a bit squeemish at dating someone old enough to be their father. A man can have his fantasies, though, eh? Besides, she had a boyfriend.
A few days after starting work she came in, her right eye severely blackened. A terrible, sickening feeling overcame me as I somehow had a hunch that her boyfriend had done this.
I stayed my usual upbeat self around her, figuring I would give her a chance to talk about it if she wanted, or not, if that be her wish. Later in the day as we were both in the breakroom having a smoke, she started relating the details to me. It seems that they had not been on good terms for some time, and were pretty much just together for conveniences sake. Needless to say my heart went out to her completely, and I wanted to tell her so many things. There was no reason for anyone to treat her in such a fashion, and I just wanted to take her in my arms right then and there and try to convince her that I could treat her the way she deserved to be treated. Figuring I wouldn’t have much of a chance, though, I continued to stay upbeat around her constantly, always finding a way to make her lips twist in that coy little smile of hers, or eliciting that delightful giggle that is all hers.
As time went on, she finally was able to move out on her own, and I guess you could say that I breathed a sigh of relief. And maybe…somewhere down the road a bit, there would be a chance for me to become a greater part of her life.
Now up to this point, I have dwelled upon some of the lighter parts of her personality, yet there is just something about her that, well, exudes sensuality. Still to this moment in time it is hard to place my finger on it. Is it just some innate force that some women have inside? I really don’t know. All I’m sure of is that my heart would always quicken at the sight of her coming through the door, my stomach would get those fluttery feelings when she would look at me and make a goofy face, and my passions would rise as I would watch her walking in the confident stride that she has.
So we have remained friends this whole time, getting to know a bit more about each others likes and dislikes, and finding we have quite a few things in common. Our taste in music, dance and food, for instance blend together so completely, but I have stayed reluctantly on the sidelines for fear of being shot down in flames. Maybe I’m the one who has a problem with this age difference thing and not the younger generation, huh? Anyway, I have basically admired her from afar, still making her smile and giggle from time to time, as well as having some of the most erotic fantasies about her and I. Which leads in a way to the next piece of the puzzle.
My best friend’s wife, Racheal, had become good friends with Liz, and knowing that I had a bit of a ‘crush’ on her (putting it mildly), had to share with me a secret of Liz’s. After crossing my heart and hoping to die and sticking a needle in my eye that I would not tell anyone including Liz that I knew, I was let in on the details of what turned out to be an extra job that she was working nights at. She was working as a stripper for private parties!
Of course this made me love her all that much more, and reinforced my original thoughts of her added sensuality.
Let me tell you it has been sooo hard keeping her secret, but I have, and it has done real wonders for my fantasies of her.
So I guess you could say it was already deeply entrenched in my mind that I wanted to ask her, but now came the hard part – actually doing it.
I laid back in my bed trying to get a bit of rest before I had to go back into work in a few hours.Lying in the stillness of my darkened room, I tossed and turned, my head flooding with thoughts and images of her. I could so easily envision her and I together in a tropical paradise and it wasn’t long before my thoughts turned to a carnal nature.
Feeling the initial electric tingle that starts deep within my ball sack, my cock steadily rose, thick and tumescent, aching to be stroked. My hand slid down my chest over my stiffening nipple sending a chill through my body. Reaching my cock, my fingers wrapped around the hot hardness. At the same time I pictured her delicate hand grasping my member, her breath hot and moist on the tip of my glans, her deep soulful eyes looking up at me with a combination of lust and love.
I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock buzzing incessantly, my hand still clutching my dick, sticky with my spent sperm.
A smile crossed my lips as I realized that today was the day I would finally face all my doubts and feelings and invite her to come along with me, and I was pumped up for the task.
‘Yes, that’s right…uh huh…and I can
pick that up in about thirty minutes? Great! Thank you!’ I hung up the phone after ordering an arrangement of two dozen red silk roses.
I stopped at the florist picking up the arrangement, my stomach a bit in knots as I got closer to work. I knew it would be a few hours before she arrived for her shift, so I left the flowers in the car. Now came the wait…the dreaded wait.
I kept watching the clock nervously, watching for the time when I knew she would be arriving, so I could meet up with her out in the parking lot. As the minutes ticked away, I kept watch out the back door. There she was!
Taking in a deep breath, I pushed open the door and headed out to meet her.
‘Hi!’, I said cheerily. ‘Hi sweetie!’, she replied, her sweet smile touching my heart.
‘Say, umm, you got a few minutes yet, could you come over here for a second?’, I enquired.
‘Sure, what’s up?’
‘Well,’ I say as I reach into my car and bring out the roses. I turn to face her and get down on one knee and looking up at her offering the flowers I say, ‘I would be very honored if you would accompany me on the cruise I won.’
Her face was a mixture of both surprise and warmth.
‘Oh my! They’re so beautiful! Thank you!…and YES! I would love to go with you!’
An enormous sigh escaped my lips and I smiled up at her as I rose and hugged her.
‘Tell you what, since we get off about the same time, let’s meet out in the bar after work and I’ll run down the itinerary with you.’
‘Okay, see you in a while, sweetie, and thank you again!’, she grinned.
After work we met out in the bar and I ordered up a pitcher of margaritas for us to share. She was so excited as we started planning our trip.
‘This ought to be interesting,’ she beemed. ‘I’ve never even been on a plane before!’
‘To tell you the truth, I haven’t either,’ I admitted. ‘I guess there’s gonna be a couple of terrified passengers on the flight there,’ I laughed.
Finally as the tequila began to make it’s warming presence over us, we settled into more quiet conversation. A few times I noticed her leg would casually brush against mine and remain for a few seconds, sending small tremors thru my body. I sat entranced watching my reflection in her deep eyes. I knew I was feeling something so different from what I had ever felt before.
‘What are you thinking?’ she grinned up at me.
‘Ummm…just reflecting on a few things…all nice I assure you.’
Her hand fell on the back of mine and she looked up at me and said, ‘Well, I’ve got to ask…why did you choose me? Don’t get me wrong, I’m flattered, but sort of curious.’ She smiled softly at me.
‘I-I-I guess you could say that I have..ummm…pretty much been enamored with you ever since the day I first saw you.’ I managed to stammer out.
Even in the darkened bar, I could see her face flush. She just squeezed my hand a little firmer as she smiled at me.
I continued, ‘In my mind I had been wrestling with ways to ask you out before, but…I was always afraid because of the age difference between us, and my notorious reputation of being the ‘class clown’ here, I could imagine that I wouldn’t be taken seriously.’
She giggled. ‘Yes, you are the classic clown.’
‘So…any second thoughts? This will be your last chance to back out,’ I intoned, my eyebrows raised.
She pressed her index finger softly to my lips, letting it linger…’S-s-h-h, s-s-h-h, s-s-h-h,’…’I’m going with you and that’s my FINAL answer.’
A smile crept across my lips and I kissed the finger tenderly. I mouthed a silent ‘O.K.’
Finally, our departure day had arrived.
We had a great time as we drove to the airport for our flight to Miami, laughing and singing along with the radio, the sun beaming down through a cloudless blue sky. Simply a great day for travel.
We got our luggage checked in and decided to take a stroll around the terminal, stopping to watch the other arrivals and departures through the obsrevation glass.
‘Getting nervous?’
She slipped her arm through mine and said, ‘A little, but I think we’ll be okay.’
I smiled. Yes, I think we will.
‘ Flight 759 for Miami now boarding at Gate 2.’
‘This is it!’
We made our way on to the plane getting settled into our seats. I offered my hand to her and she clasped it tightly in hers, placing them in her lap.
After the initial shock of takeoff, I could see her relax down into her seat. A few minutes later her head was on my chest, her hand still holding mine, her breathing more shallow.
She was asleep.
I bent down and softly kissed the top of her head, my lips lingering on her silk-like hair, my nostrils inhaling her scent.
I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, knowing all was right with the world.
My eyes slowly opened trying to focus on their surroundings. I realized I had been asleep for a few hours, my right hand was still with hers in her lap, and she had snuggled in tighter to me, her right hand resting just under my ribcage. She looked so peaceful and beautiful. I started thinking about the rough last few years she has had and just couldn’t imagine how anyone could treat this lovely woman the way she was treated. Once again, my heart went out to her, something inside of me just wanted to swallow up all those years and replace them with loving, happy times.
I softly placed my lips in her hair, my left hand reaching over to caress her cheek as she slept.
A few moments later the fasten seatbelts light came on and we were informed that we would be landing soon and that we should expect sunny skys and a balmy temperature of 97 degrees.
She stirred a bit and with a few more caresses of her cheek her eyes opened, looking up into mine. As she lifted her head up she noticed a wet spot on my shirt where her mouth had been and blushingly she said, ‘Ooopps…sorry about that!’ Her fingers brushed over the moisture. I just giggled and said, ‘Not a problem at all. I could tell you got a great nap in.”So, let’s get you buckled in, and in a few more hours, we’ll be away from the world as we know it.’
Upon arriving at the pier, we were both struck by the awesome beauty and immenseness of the ship itself. I guess we looked like characatures of tourists as we walked aboard the ‘Fascination’ and gazed open-mouthed at the amenities on board. I think it was about this time that I just couldn’t resist and started humming ‘The Love Boat’ theme. Geez, I think I was almost expecting to see Gopher or Doc, or even Captain Stubing pop out from around a corner at anytime!
We got to our balcony suite, tastefully done in earth-tone hues, with what looked to be very comfortable furnishings. Like kids in a toy store we rushed in, each calling ‘dibs’ on which drawers and closets we would get. I think it hit us both at just about the same time as we looked up at each other and realized there was just one bed! A magnificent king-sized bed, the entire wall it sat against was floor-to-ceiling mirrors! We both blushed and shrugged and giggled it off and continued unpacking.
I finished first and flopped back onto the bed, relishing it’s comfort. ‘Mmmm…this is great!’ Liz turned to look at me, and jumped onto the end of the bed with a giggle. ‘So, what say we go catch some rays?’ ‘Sounds good to me,’ I replied. ‘You get changed out here while I go change in the bathroom, okay?’ she said.
I went to the dresser and pulled out my surfer style trunks, shedding my clothes. I grabbed us a couple of towels and sat down on the couch waiting.
A few moments later I heard the click of the bathroom doorknob, and turned to look. My mouth dropped open and remained that way. I know this sounds like a terrible cliche, but I truly could have been knocked over with a feather! Liz was sporting a hot pink Spanish lace wickedweasel bikini. She stood there and turned with a flourish. ‘You like?’ ‘V-v-very much
!’, I stammered. She seemed to have a way of making me stutter quite a bit, and I’m sure she enjoyed it. I must say that being able to see this much of her slim, tight body made me appreciate her even more. I was so used to seeing her in her unflattering uniform on a daily basis, and this was indeed a treat. I could clearly see her proud, hard nipples standing atop her small aereola, her small, conical shaped breasts jutting out proudly as she held her pose for me. My eyes traveled down her flat, tight stomach to the small triangle of material that covered her sweetspot. Her vaginal lips clearly outlined and visible througth the fabric. Turning her back to me with her legs together her tight round butt was accentuated by the string of material that clung between her cheeks. Another plus, too, I noticed…she has ‘factory air’ ( a noticeable gap when a woman stands upright with her thighs together right at the juncture of her thighs). The hot pink color really set off her golden tan and dark hair. She giggled at my loss of words. ‘You ready? Pool here we come!’, she said offering her hand to me as I stood up from the couch, her eyes noticing the stirrings that were beginning in my trunks.
We took off for the pool down on the Lido deck, our senses barraged by the bright sunshine and the fresh smell of the ocean. Her arm was hooked with mine as we walked along the deck. We got a couple of drinks from the pool bar and stretched out on some lounge chairs.
‘I feel so totally decadent,’ she smiled.
‘Yeah, I know what you mean. It seems almost sinful, being waited on hand and foot in Paradise.’
She reached over and grabbed her sunblock from her bag. ‘I better get greased up a bit or else I’ll be an untouchable lobster the rest of the cruise.’ I took the bottle from her hand as she rolled over onto her stomach. I squeezed the gel into my palms and rubbed them together to warm up the sunblock. I never worry about such things myself, as I guess through the years my skin has toughened up, in fact, I shave off all my body hair to get a good deep tan quickly.
I lightly spread the lotion along her shoulders and upper back to spread it out, then began to massage it in deeper, my fingers pulling and pushing deep into her musculature. Stopping to get more into my palms, I straddled her thighs so I could reach her entire back better. Deeper and deeper I let my fingers traverse the whole of her back, aware of a slight moan every now and then that would escape her lips. I scooted down her legs a bit more as I prepared to cover her exposed bottom. As I looked down I noticed my fingers trembling a bit as they got closer to her taut, round cheeks. Her skin was so soft and warm I noticed as I spread the lotion in circles on each cheek. My mouth was getting a bit dry, and I licked my tongue across my lips as my hands began to work their way across her thighs. Liz squirmed almost imperceptably as my fingertips grazed her flesh. I slid off the end of her lounge and ran my hands the length of her legs, all the way down to the soles of her feet and slowly back up, then back down again, covering all of her exposed flesh. I took extra care to start a slow foot massage, which I promised I would finish later in our room. I crawled up onto my lounge and laid face-down, as I’m sure my excitement would be clearly visible at that moment if I were to lay on my back.
Liz turned over onto her back and proceeded to apply the lotion on her front side, and I watched her intently as I took a sip of my drink. There’s something so erotic about watching a woman rub lotion deep into her skin, her fingers almost making love to her flesh in a way. She looked over at me and smiled. Once again, I was spellbound.
We lay there and talked for awhile, enjoying the warm sea breezes and the crisp sunshine. My eyes could not get enough of her beauty, as they scanned up and down her form. The lace bikini left little to the imagination, and I was eager to fill in what was left unshown with my own ideas of what lurked underneath. Her nipples remained perky and erect, as if they were calling out for some sort of manipulation. Her body started to get a sweaty sheen that caused her skin to glow brightly under the sun. Outside in the light I could now make out what seemed to be just a tiny stripe of dark pubic hair that ran upwards from her slit for just a few inches. My mouth watered and I let out a small moan.
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