Cruising

Going on a cruise gives Ashley the opportunity to be more adventurous, especially when it comes to her wardrobe. Her daring attire attracts the interest of a nice young man, and, together, they make the ship a love boat.

At the safety drill, they encounter a woman wrapped in a towel. Ashley believes the lady is wearing a bikini underneath. Oscar disagrees. A bet to rip off the towel leads to embarrassment and punishment and expanded horizons for a half dozen unsuspecting women in this wild, ENF romp.

Amazon Link: here

Sample Chapters:

Chapter One

Cat

I stared up at the cruise ship in awe. Being from Iowa, it was hard for me to imagine something so huge actually floating. But it was doing exactly that, so, somehow, it must have been possible.

I’d looked up all the stats online before getting on the plane. The Festival Cruise Lines Ship, Moxie, was nine hundred and fifty feet long, had a gross tonnage – whatever that meant – of one hundred ten thousand, and held three thousand passengers and almost twelve hundred crew. It had shops and swimming pools and restaurants and everything one could possibly want.

Beyond being awestruck, I was proud. I wasn’t here because I’d decided to take a trip. I was here because my company paid for it as a reward. I was the top salesperson on the top sales team at The Charles Company.

Not bad for a girl four years out of high school who hadn’t been able to afford college.

“I still can’t believe we won,” Scott said, “and it’s all thanks to our newest teammate, Cat.”

“I didn’t do it alone.”

“No,” Tara said, “but we weren’t exactly excelling before you joined us.”

“I saw the numbers before I got there,” I said. “You and Scott were doing really well. Bob was little better than dead weight.”

“Which is why they let him go,” Tara said. “No one expected you to come in and blow everyone out of the water, though.”

I glanced around worriedly. We were in line in the cruise terminal, and I worried that her comment would be akin to saying “Hi, Jack” in a TSA line. No one seemed to be paying us any attention, though.

“I’m just happy y’all decided to bring me with you,” Marian said. “None of the other teams have ever included the assistant. Y’all could have had private cabins and look at how quick people zip through the VIP line. Without me, the company would have paid the upgrade.”

“Without you, we wouldn’t be here,” I said. “None of the other assistants went the extra mile like you did.”

I wasn’t just blowing smoke, either. When meeting a new client, I typically Googled the company and checked out my contact’s LinkedIn account. Marian went a lot further, putting together a dossier based on social media and any other source she could find. Before one meeting, she’d found out that the guy didn’t have a degree but had sent his three daughters all to the same university. I wore a sweatshirt with the college’s logo on it, and, when he asked me if I’d attended there, I’d told him I hadn’t, even though it had been my dream.

That by itself didn’t land me the huge account, but it helped. And there were a lot of other little things like that that she did to give us just that little extra edge.

Considering how slim our margin of victory had been, I wasn’t exaggerating at all.

“I can’t wait to get to the beach,” Scott said.

The itinerary included three ports. We planned to do Dunn’s River Falls in Jamaica the last day, but the other two stops, Cozumel and a private island owned by the cruise line, would be just for lounging.

“Me, either,” Tara said. “All those hot women in bikinis. Bring them on.”

And that was why she and Scott were in one cabin and Marian and I in the other.

“I heard that a lot of them wear even less than that on Crescent Isle,” Scott said.

Marian looked scandalized. “There’s a … a … clothing optional area?”

“The way I understand it from the message board I visited,” Scott said, “there’s a family friendly area where everyone is supposed to be fully covered. Other than that, you can do whatever you want. Same thing with the ship. As long as you’re in an adult only area, you can wear – or not wear – anything you want. They’re even supposed to be pretty chill about it in other areas as well, especially for women, as long as no one complains.”

“I can tell you now that I won’t be doing any of that!” Marian said.

“Why not?” I asked. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“You’ve been to a nude beach?” Tara asked.

I hadn’t. I really hadn’t. I’d never even seen the ocean before we arrived in Miami for this trip. But I sometimes had the problem where I really, really wanted to fit in with whatever crowd I was with, and I’d say some really stupid stuff.

Even though my brain was screaming No!, No!, No!, my mouth said, “Oh yeah, of course. No big thing.”

Both Tara and Scott eyed me up and down, obviously wanting to see that for themselves while I prayed that I hadn’t just created a whole lot of trouble for myself. At five foot two inches and sporting 36Cs, I was the definition of short and stacked, and I wasn’t exactly ugly, either, with my shoulder-length brown hair, sparkling green eyes, and cute as a button nose. Men tended to check me out all the time, but, while I wasn’t above taking advantage of my looks to make a sale, neither did I tend to overtly put myself out there.

I most certainly did not parade around naked in public and had no intention of letting my coworkers see me in anything less than the relatively conservative bikinis I’d packed. Having spouted all that out, though, I was deathly afraid one of the two of them would dare me to go naked on the island or something stupid, and my mouth would accept before my brain could stop it. Luckily, we’d made it to the front of this particular line, and our turn to get processed came before either of them could say anything further.

 

Chapter Two

Oscar

Ahh, the lido deck, my favorite place in the world. Plenty of food, drink, and, of course, swimming pools and hot tubs. Not that I was actually wanting to get in the water myself, but I did so enjoy the bikini-clad women.

I was disappointed in the selection at first, all of the far too old variety. Don’t get me wrong; I appreciate all sizes and shapes of women’s bodies. Usually, I found a milf who was letting it all hang out just as wonderful as a supermodel.

To be honest, though, I’d just gone through a really bad breakup and was hoping that a vacation romance would help me get over it. For that, I needed a college girl, someone my age.

There were none in the main area, so I made my way through the dining areas to the back of the deck, and my first glance at the pool and the two hot tubs didn’t yield any likely candidates. Then, I noticed her under the shower.

Blonde haired, blue eyed, nice body displayed by three barely there white triangles held together with thin black strings. Besides that, she wore not a thing except the strap at her wrist holding her green Cruising Card, the all in one ID and room key and payment card issued to each passenger just as they boarded.

She was cute enough to be worthy of honest compliments without being so stunningly gorgeous to be completely out of my league. What really drew my attention, though, was the way she carried herself.

Most girls who wore a bikini like that did so naturally. To the outside observer, they’d appear just as comfortable being seen in it as in a church dress.

Not this girl.

I found an empty table and took a seat as I studied her. The bright white tan lines surrounding the black outline of the tiny triangles made it clear this wasn't her typical suit style, and she appeared to be so nervous that I feared she was about to throw up. Every few seconds, she’d throw her arms across her stomach, shielding it from view. Then, she’d give herself a talking to and lower her arms back to her side.

Finally, she turned around to face away from me, and, to my delight, I found that the fourth triangle was providing no significant coverage at all, resting more on her lower back than anywhere else. Her untanned white ass had to be the most amazing thing I had ever seen, and I had seen some crazy things.

What the crap was up with her? Was she being blackmailed into wearing that? Was it a dare?

My mind came up with all kinds of scenarios, each more fun – and more unlikely – than the last.

When she glanced in my direction and our eyes met, I realized I’d been staring, and, oh crap, she was approaching me.

“I’m sorry,” I said as soon as she got close to me.

That stopped her cold. “Uh … for what?”

“I was kind of gawking at you. It was pretty rude of me.”

“Oh … uh, I didn’t … I mean …”

Okay, so that wasn’t why she was coming over. I waited out her stammering.

“I … uh … your t-shirt,” she said. “Do you go there?”

I looked down and saw the Fighting Dragons logo, the mascot for my university. “Yeah. You?”

That would be kind of cool to meet a cute girl from school on a cruise ship thousands of miles away from campus.

“Next year,” she said.

Crap!

My face must have showed my disappointment because she quickly added, “I’m not in high school or anything. I wanted, you know, to go straight to the university, but my stepmom convinced me that it would be a lot cheaper to do community college for a year, and everything I’m taking transfers and …”

I took it as a good sign when the girl I was hoping to hit on saw that something she said concerned me and rushed to allay my fears.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I tend to babble sometimes. I’m Ashley.”

“Oscar, and I’m pleased to meet you.”

Now that she was up close to me, she looked even better than at a distance. The suit she was wearing, in addition to not covering much, was thin and tight. The wet, thin, white fabric left faint dark patches indicating her nipples, and the bottom showed off a slight camel toe. Not many girls wore something that provocative in public.

She asked if it was okay if she joined me sitting at the table, and I, of course, nodded my assent.

“Did you lose a bet or something?” I asked.

“What?”

“Sorry,” I said, not quite believing that I was now having to apologize to her twice in the few minutes I’d known her. “I can’t believe that came out of my mouth.”

“Why … uh … Why did it?”

“It’s just that you look so incredibly uncomfortable wearing that,” I said. “Incredibly hot, of course, but also, yeah, uncomfortable.”

“Oh.” She blushed.

“I really didn’t mean to pry, but it just made me so curious. You kind of seem like you’d rather be anywhere else at the moment than right here wearing that, and, even though it’s comfortable outside in shorts and a t-shirt in the sun, it’s still January, a bit chilly for taking a dip.”

“I hadn’t … uh … planned on getting in the pool, but there were these … men … looking at me, and the water kind of … covered me … and …”

“So it is a bet or something?” I asked, feeling like a bit of an asshat for even pursuing the topic when it was making her so obviously uncomfortable.

“More like a … dare?”

“From a boyfriend?”

“No!” she said quickly, another good sign. “From myself.”

“You know, if you’re trying to make me fascinated by your story, you’re doing a great job.”

“It’s not that interesting,” she said. “My parents are – well, were, in my mom’s case – older, you know? And really, really conservative. She always had me fully covered, training me from an early age that a lady doesn’t wear anything tight or show skin or … you know.”

“Something obviously changed drastically.”

“My stepmom. She’s … a lot younger and has very different views about how girls should behave. My dad’s busy with work all the time, so …” Ashley shrugged.

“Your stepmom wanted you to dare yourself to show off more?”

“Not exactly.” Ashley sighed. “Last summer, she took me to visit her family in Hawaii, and I … kind of had to be naked for a short time.”

If I hadn’t gotten a hardon just from looking at her, I would have at that moment. Let’s just say that I wasn’t going to be able to stand for a while without embarrassing myself.

“Some boys saw me,” she said, blushing even redder, “and … I didn’t, like, die or anything. It was actually … kind of … interesting?”

Wow! I could not believe what this girl was saying to me, a guy she’d just met. She must have realized it, too.

“Oh God!” Ashley exclaimed. “I … I … told you I tend to babble, especially when I’m nervous talking to a guy I’m interested …”

Her mouth dropped, and she stood up. “Excuse me, please. I think I need to go jump over the railing.”

“Sit back down. Please.”

She looked doubtful.

“Please?” I said. “Pretty please with sugar on top?”

“God!” She hesitated. “Add sprinkles to that sugar?”

“Absolutely!”

“Fine. I don’t think I can embarrass myself any more than I already have.” She sank back into her chair. “Maybe it would help if you talked for a while.”

“I would love to, but, if I have to wait to hear the rest of your story, I might literally die of curiosity.”

“You’re really that interested?” she asked dubiously.

I nodded. Vigorously.

She laughed. “Not much more to tell, really. My step-cousin, Josh-”

“Step-cousin?” I could have kicked myself for interrupting, but I couldn’t help it.

“Stepmom’s brother’s son, so step-cousin, right?”

“Makes sense.”

“Anyway, I thought he was a first class jerk when I first met him, always trying to bust into the shower while I was in there,” Ashley said, “but then he did a really sweet thing for me. And he wasn’t creepy at all when he actually got to … you know … see me. So the next day, he kind of asked me if I wanted to do it again.”

That was what she thought was not much more to tell?

“I felt kind of stupid about it,” she said, “but I didn’t want to just go back to being shy and scared, you know?”

I nodded again.

“Anyway, I ended up … God! You really want to hear this?” she asked.

“Yes. Please.”

“Okay, but you owe me a really embarrassing story about yourself.”

“No problem.”

“Promise?” she asked.

“I do so solemnly swear.”

“Okay, I ended up … kind of putting on a show for him and two of his friends,” she said, looking like her face was about to burst into flames. “While I was naked.”

Whoa!

“So …” she said. “It was really, really embarrassing, right? But, again, I didn’t like die or anything. I figured, once I got back home, I’d change … somehow. But I didn’t. Instead, I still refused to wear anything … you know …”

“Flattering?” I supplied.

“Yeah. So … I thought … when I go on this cruise, why not only buy and pack stuff that I’d never usually wear?”

“That’s … amazing,” I said. “And I, for one, am really glad you made that choice.”

I wasn’t sure how, but her face got even redder. She was so freaking adorable.

“Your turn,” she said.

“Fair enough.” I hesitated as a thought occurred to me. “You know, this isn’t the way this kind of thing normally goes, right?”

“What kind of thing?”

“A guy and a girl who find each other interesting meeting for the first time,” I said. “Usually, I’d approach you and you’d be all coy and I’d play it really cool and we’d exchange a few quick pleasantries and then we’d happen to run into each other later after each of us desperately ran around the ship trying to find the other.”

She laughed. It was a good sound.

“What wouldn’t happen is that you’d tell me something embarrassing about yourself, and I certainly wouldn’t tell you this story that makes me look like a bit of a jerk … maybe a lot of a jerk,” I said. “Truthfully, though, your way has a certain appeal to it.”

“I’m not sure I’d call me word vomiting at you ‘my way,’ but I would like to hear the story.”

I sighed. “Okay, but, be warned, it doesn’t exactly cast me in the best light. It might shock your sensibilities.”

“I think I’ll be just fine,” she said.

 Chapter Three

Ashley

I felt like I was about to die. This ridiculously cute guy with curly hair and deep hazel eyes was talking to me – and seemed freaking into me – and I’d just spewed all that mortifying beyond belief stuff out. Not to mention that I felt pretty much naked – crap, I was more than ninety five percent naked at least – and that everyone was staring at me.

No. Literally. I meant that.

Men. Women. Children. So much of me was exposed that I was creating a spectacle. What, exactly, had I been thinking to let Josh pick out the bikini for me to wear up to the lido deck? Not only were the triangles of my top ridiculously small, but the cups pushed up my "little girls," putting them front and center and drawing everyone’s attention to the fact that the bikini’s tight design coupled with the cold water left no mystery as to where my nipples were located.

At least my basically bare ass wasn’t sticking out quite as much since I’d sat at the table with him, and I was looking very forward to listening to him talk for a while.

“Full disclosure,” Oscar said, “I just got out of a long relationship. I normally wouldn’t bring this up so early, but it’s part of the story.”

Uh oh. That was a big red flag, a huge one, but he’d reacted so cool to what I’d told him that I decided I’d give him the benefit of the doubt to the greatest extent possible.

“Anyway,” he said, “we’d started dating in high school, and both ended up going the same place. Obviously, we kept dating, but … we kind of started drifting apart. She found a new crowd, and I didn’t fit in with them. I don’t know; it just got … tougher.”

I nodded. I hadn’t been in any major relationships, but I’d been a shoulder to cry on for several of my girlfriends. A lot of them had experienced similar stuff in the last several months.

“I’m not usually the jealous type.” He met my eyes. “Really, I’m not, but Thanksgiving was approaching, and she was going to be traveling with her family. Before we’d started dating, she’d had a fling with a guy at the location they were going, and she’d been really into him. I was absolutely positive that they’d hook up while she was gone, especially after we ‘mutually’ decided that we needed to take a break.”

I grimaced, seeing exactly where this was heading.

“I have to admit that I spent most of my holiday moping.” He chuckled. “My family was about ready to throw me in our swimming pool – not heated, by the way, and pretty darn chilly despite it being warm where I live – just to break me out of my funk. Then, Thanksgiving night, my best friend asked me to come over to his house telling me that he needed a favor.”

Oscar shook his head. “That was the craziest situation ever! The details aren’t important, but, basically, he needed the three guys he’d invited over to spend all day Friday helping him with some computer stuff. In return, his … girlfriend, though not really at that time … was going to put on a … sex show … for us.”

My jaw dropped. “First of all, you wouldn’t just help your friend out? Really?”

“Hey! You weren’t there. And it wasn’t just my time. He needed me to give him more than a thousand dollars’ worth of hardware. I mean, I’m all about helping a friend, but a grand?”

“I guess,” I said, grudgingly. “But wasn’t it weird that his girlfriend …”

“Yeah. It was. I said it was crazy. But I talked to her privately before agreeing. She really was cool with it and so was he. Who was I to object?” He shrugged.

I frowned, but he had told me that his story wasn’t exactly going to cast him in a positive light. I was still willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.

For now, anyway.

“All three of us did what my friend asked, and, frankly, I was kind of anticipating the girl backing out. But she didn’t. Boy, did she not!”

For a second, a really derogatory thought about this girl entered my mind. Then, I realized that I’d done something that was really crazy in front of three guys, too. Who was I to judge … either her or the guys?

“I think things went a little farther than either my friend or the girl anticipated,” Oscar said. “We ended up touching her.”

“Uh … touching?”

“Just fingers,” he said, “but everywhere we wanted.”

I was kind of sorry I’d asked.

“She ended up blowing all three of us,” he said, “the last one while being pounded by her boyfriend. It was the most erotic experience of my life.”

“Basically, you let your best friend’s girlfriend give you a blowjob while you were dating someone else.”

“Hey, we were on a break!” he said.

“While you were on a break, Ross.”

He grimaced. “I’m not proud of it at all, and, when I told my then girlfriend, she was ticked. Yelled at me and broke it off immediately. And here I am, single and on the prowl.”

“I … appreciate your honesty.”

“So, still interested?” he asked.

“I … don’t know.”

“I understand. Thanks for being honest,” he said. “Do you know what you’re looking for?”

“Not really.”

“I understand that, too. If I may offer my experience?”

“Sure,” I said.

He sighed. “Since we’re trying to be honest with each other, I’m not really as experienced as I was trying to make myself sound earlier. I’ve been on a lot of cruises. A lot.”

“How many?”

“Closing in on two dozen.”

“Wow! This is my first.”

“I know,” he said.

“Huh?”

Oscar pointed at the green card strapped to my wrist. “Newbies get that color. Most other people get gold. Purple is for VIPs.” He showed me his own card – purple, of course. “In all those cruises, I’ve only kind of hooked up with two girls. Nothing physical at all happened with one of those two and not much with the other.”

That made me feel better. From the way he’d talked, I’d been positive that he was a lot more experienced than me. Now, I was still sure he had gone farther than me, but it didn’t seem like the gulf was nearly as far.

“Being on a cruise ship is a lot of fun,” he said. “To be honest, though, it’s a lot more fun to share it with someone. I’m not going to say that I’m not going to try to get you to do anything physical with me, but all I’m really looking for is someone to hang with besides my parents.”

I certainly wasn’t planning on spending the whole time with my stepmom and her brother, and Josh and I didn’t exactly have too much in common, either.

“That … doesn’t sound bad at all,” I said.

“Good.”

“In the spirit of honesty, though,” I said, “I do feel like I should tell you something, but it’s kind of embarrassing.”

“C’mon, we’ve known each other for nearly a half hour now. You can tell me anything!”

I laughed.

“Seriously,” he said, “I can’t think of anything you could possibly tell me that would make me walk away from you right now.”

“I … kind of still have my v-card.”

“First of all,” he said, “there is absolutely nothing wrong with being a virgin. Second, taking the physical stuff off the table is fine with me. Really. No problem at all. I won’t even push. Third, though …”

“What?”

“You totally ruined it,” he said. “I was going to push back from the table and stand up as soon as you told me whatever it was. Then, we’d both have a good laugh when I sat back down. But, given what you actually told me and your face, I just couldn’t do that to you.”

“I’m glad you didn’t, but you kind of misunderstood where I was going with that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t want you to ‘take it off the table,’” I said. “Assuming you don’t turn out to be a complete jerk, I was thinking it might be time to … you know.”