XXX Cruise With Scott
XXX cruise with Scott: I thought the sex was over after the passionate several-hour-long fuck fest, but holy balls I was wrong.
It was a really nice ship. Not crazy formal, more like semi-formal. I wore a skin-tight red dress with a low V cut in front to show off my perky tits (made even perkier by the push-up bra I was wearing) and a very low cut back. It was long enough to cover my ass, but that was about it. My bra and thong were also red to match my dress. I wore nude pantyhose and black thigh-high boots. Spiked heel, naturally.
It was very nice. We had dinner near the window. We got to watch the water and the bay drift by. There was some dancing. Each level of the ship played different types of music. Then we went up to the top of the ship so we could watch the sunset. It was actually very romantic.
True to form, though, Scott couldn’t keep his hands off me. While we danced he would grab and squeeze my tight ass.
While we had wine up top he kept his arm around my waist, occasionally reaching down to pat or rub my butt.
I excused myself to the ladies’ room, but with a wicked smile on my luscious lips and a seductive twinkle in my eye. When I got inside I didn’t lock the door. Instead, I waited. A few minutes later the door opened and Scott slid inside quickly before he was spotted.
It was a repeat of the night before all over again. That time, though, I had to keep quiet. I bit my lower lip to keep from screaming his name and moaning. You know I can get pretty loud when it gets really good. Anyone could have walked in at any moment and it made me want to moan all the louder.
