Sea Daze 2: All Ashore (Lesbian Erotic Romance Series)

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Sea Daze 2: All Ashore

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by Soichiro Irons

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2012 Soichiro Irons

 

 

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I shrugged, not
really carrying about anything but the beautiful, moist body before me. I
wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anything in my whole life, and I wasn’t
going to wait any longer. We were right on the rim of the beach, and I
half-lowered, half-pushed her onto the grassy edge.

She landed
gracefully onto the ground and spread her legs as she’d done at the show the
night before, and there were no crowds to keep me from her this time. I
collapsed onto the ground at her feet and gently, teasingly, slid my tongue
against her lower lips.

She cried out at my
touch, obviously
as
turned on as I was. Her legs
quivered convulsively as I slid my tongue inside of her, tasting her moisture
and cum from our little game at the sex shop. I was in
a
frenzy
as I lapped at her, suddenly wishing that we’d brought the stuff
we’d purchased.

No use worrying
about it, but it didn’t change the fact that I desperately wanted to attach the
strap-on and fuck her like she deserved.

 

Do
you have any idea how difficult it is to spin around a stage that tilts from
side to side while your lover flashes her pussy at you from the audience every
time you glance at her? I didn't...until that night.

It
was the third night of the cruise that had changed my life. Eve, the gorgeous
twenty-something I had met on embarkation day, hadn't missed a single showing
of any performance I'd done so far.

Since
the dancers usually had two shows a night - one during each of the guest dinner
times - it meant that Eve usually ended up eating at the remarkably mediocre
24-hour buffet on top deck instead of the four-star restaurants most people ate
at.

This
suited
me
fine, since that usually meant we could eat together after my
last performance. I couldn’t help feeling bad for her – the
Excelsius
is a world famous cruise liner that’s known for its restaurants, and she
was eating at the maritime equivalent of
Golden Corral.

On
our second day together, I asked Eve whether or not she ever planned to miss
any of my shows, and she'd responded simply by rolling her eyes.
Gonna
’ assume that's a no.

I
had a sinking suspicion, though, that Eve showed up at my performances for the
sole purpose of teasing me. With the music blaring and my team and I
practically tap-dancing across the stage, I occasionally stole glances in her
direction - and there she was, her legs spread wide apart, with no covering
whatsoever beneath the short hem of her black evening dress.

Even
from a distance, I could see the red overhead lights glinting off the moistness
that was seeping down her legs. Her shaved lower lips were spread slightly, and
I had a sudden compulsive urge to hop off the stage and plunge my face into her
lap, regardless of the thousand or so gawkers that would be watching us.

Judging
from the mischievous, Cheshire cat-like smile on her face, Eve obviously knew
exactly what I was thinking. I had a feeling she'd be quite amused if I ripped
off my clothes and did just that. Hell, she'd probably have her own dress on
the ground before I was even off the stage. She wasn't really the shy type, I'd
come to realize.

Forcing
myself to look away from her beautiful body and continue the routine, I rejoined
my fellow dancers only a second or so behind them. If anyone asked later, I
could say the swelling waves that were rocking the ship had knocked me off
balance. That excuse didn't fly too often, but I hadn't used it in a few months
- I didn't think I'd get in too much trouble for it.

After
a few more laps around the stage, I was back in my position near the audience -
and froze mentally. Eve's legs were still apart, giving me a clear view...but
now her hand had gotten involved. Her long fingers were drifting along her
soaking wet slit, and once she knew that I was paying attention she plunged her
index finger inside, up to the knuckle. Her face was a mixture of amusement and
lust.

As
for me, I swallowed gruffly and continued the routine, all too aware of the
moisture leaking between my OWN legs. Damn her, I thought to myself in
annoyance. When I got done with that set, I was going to throttle her -
that
much was for sure. The only question was whether I
wanted to slap her face or her ass.

***

"You
could not!" I laughed, nearly choking on the
Bahama
Mama that Keith had brought to me only moments before. I had changed into jeans
and a white tank-top after the show before meeting Eve at Everett's Piano Bar.

Eve's
smile was sly and triumphant. She had met me after our post-show meeting, still
in the black gown she'd worn to the show. Her full lips were cherry red, which
looked vibrant against her dark hair and dress. Her emerald green eyes were
sparkling with amusement as I vehemently shook my head.

"Admit
it," she cooed, after taking a sip of her martini, "I got you
excited. You were nearly leaking out of your dress, girl, don't deny it."

She
was half-right, anyways, but I refused to admit it. "You couldn't see it
from the audience. I wasn't
that
excited."

"Whatever
you say, honey," Eve replied, clearly not believing me but choosing not to
argue about it. She took another sip of her drink before changing the subject.
"
Whatcha
want to do tonight?"

I
thought about it. Tomorrow would be the fourth day of the cruise and -
mercifully - my one day off for the week. My brain swam with the idea of lying
in bed all day with Eve, but I figured it was her vacation - we should probably
do something more cruise-like.

"We're
going to be docked in Saint Martin tomorrow," I replied, referring to the
tiny Caribbean island we'd be docked at by dawn the next day. "If you'd
like, I can give you the grand tour."

Eve
seemed to deflate a little at my words. "It's your only day off - I was
kind of hoping to spend it with us both unclothed."

I
swallowed, feeling the flood of moisture between my legs beginning to flow.
"I, um, really want that too. This is your cruise, though...I really feel
bad taking up all of your time."

Eve
looked at me for a few seconds; her face was unreadable, as if she was deciding
whether or not to tell me something. Her eyes looked me up and down, as if
appraising me for the first time. Finally, she shook her head and took another
sip of her martini.

"What
in the world could Saint Martin have that even remotely compares to having your
gorgeous body wrapped around mine?"

I
swallowed again at her words, suddenly conscious of the fact that we weren't
alone. Everett's Piano Bar on deck three had been our go-to meeting place,
mostly due to the fact that few people knew it even existed. There were two
other couples seated in the booths nearby, though, and Keith the bartender was
still well within earshot.

"Could we not announce our
relationship to the whole ship, please?!"
I hissed, lowering my voice to a
near-whisper.

"Why?"
Eve asked, her voice unchanged.
"I thought that
the
Excelsius
was open to people from all
orientations…including ours."

"Yes,
well, I'd rather not have Keith spreading around rumors that I want to head
back to your room and slide my fingers into your pussy...unless you'd rather
have me do it right here."

It
was Eve's turn to swallow. I grinned at that - at least I knew I could turn her
on as easily as she could turn me on. I just hoped she didn't call the bluff on
the threat I'd made...I would never have the guts to finger her in public.

"You
never answered my question," Eve asked, mercifully changing the subject
again. "Why would I waste your day off headed to some stupid island?"

"There
is a few...uh, variety shops we could visit together," I mumbled, keeping
my voice low. "I thought that maybe we could add to our toy
collection."

Eve
reflected on that. The only sex toys we had onboard the ship were her long,
silver vibrating dildo and the tiny Pocket Rocket that I kept back in my room.
Her dildo was fine - well, more than fine, actually - but I figured that Eve
might enjoy a little variety.

"Plus,
the French side of the island has a few nude beaches you might like," I
added huskily.

That
settled it. Eve's lips broke into a seductive grin and she looked both ways
before lowering her voice. "You think that you can get naked in public
with me? That's an awfully bold statement...people might suspect
something."

"Friends
go to nude beaches together all the time in Saint Martin," I replied
breezily. I had no idea whether this was true or not, but I didn't want to
admit that in front of Eve. "As long as we leave any toys in their
packaging until we get back to the room, I don't think anyone will suspect a
thing."

I
think that Eve was actually a little disappointed about that, but she didn't
comment. "Alright, tomorrow's plans are taken care of. In case you've
forgotten, I asked you about tonight."

"Tonight,
I'd like to fuck you," I said, forgetting to lower my volume. "Is
that alright?"

Eve's
eyebrows shot up, and - seeing Keith turn towards me with raised eyebrows - I
regretted my words almost instantly. Instead of sounding embarrassed, though,
Eve winked at me.

"What
are we waiting for?" she asked, sliding off of her barstool and leaving a
twenty on the counter. She took a few sweeping steps and stood by the front
door, waiting for me expectantly.

I
hopped off my own barstool, but hesitated for a moment before leaving to join
Eve. I turned to the bar, fixing Keith with a pained expression. “Please
don't-"

"None
of my business," Keith interrupted, cutting me off. "Besides, I was
in the closet for years. Your secret’s safe with me, hon.
If
you need any help with anything, let me know, okay?”

I
was about to argue with him that I wasn't "really" a lesbian, but
decided against it. He’d said that he'd keep the secret, so why bother?
Besides, he'd heard what I said. Hell, he might have overheard some of the
other things that we'd discussed. There's no chance that he would have believed
me no matter what excuses I gave.

"Thanks,"
I mumbled before stumbling after Eve. If I didn't want people to start thinking
of me as a girl-lover, I was going to have to start watching what I said in
mixed company. On the other hand, visits to adult toy stores and lounging
around on a nude beach with Eve would do just fine to cement me as a proper
lesbian. I sighed, figuring that was most likely going to
happen
one way or another.

As
we walked back through the hallways that led to her stateroom, I reached out
and took her hand. She raised her eyebrow at me with a grin, but otherwise said
nothing. It was the first time I'd done so in public, and it felt surprisingly
natural. My eyes still darted to side to side to see if anyone was staring at
us, but no one even gave us a second glance.

Once
we had reached Eve's suite and shut the door behind us, though, all the bets
were off. I wheeled on her before she could even turn the master lock and
pressed my lips against her throat. Biting down on her tender flesh, I was
rewarded by the sensuous moan that rippled out of her open mouth.

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