Elizabeth
Elizabeth
We had managed to get a minisuite on the last ship. This one went from Cittavecia to the Mediterranean and back. What a difference a class makes on cruise ships! We met Elizabeth in the cafeteria, we had a window table, she came up and asked if she could join us, we welcomed her and started chatting. We enjoyed her company, as she seemed to enjoy ours. We found out she came from the same city as we did so it was serendipitous. We ended up sharing her table in the dining room. We came to find out she was on the same deck with us but in a much larger suite. Traveling alone, a recent widow, trying to cheer herself up.
While the ship will arrange tours at the different ports, usually it is 40 or 50 people on a bus with a guide to show all the sights. Elizabeth had a private car at each location, she offered to share it with us for the nominal, if at all, extra fee for more than one person. These private cars were great. Instead of trooping on and off a bus, staying as a group being sheperded by the guide and straining to listen to their comments, we had a private guide with a driver. The driver would drive us as close as possible to the attraction, then disappear, to be summoned by cell phone when we were ready to depart. What a difference!
In Istanbul the ship got in early in the morning, and sailed late the next afternoon. We toured most of the sights including the Blue Mosque that first day. The next morning we visited Topkapi, the Sultan's palace, we returned to the ship about noon. Marcia had developed a migraine headache, went to our suite to take some medicine and lie down. When these happen we try to keep the room as dark as possible, as light tends to increase the pain.
Elizabeth invited me to her suite to have tea and basically leave Marcia as quiet as possible. Her suite was much larger and had more ammenities, including a butler! She excused herself to take a shower, to remove the morning sweat, she came out in one of the very soft and comfortable robes furnished by the ship. She rang for tea service and asked if I would like to use her shower, which of course I did. When I came out wrapped in one of those wonderful robes, the tea service had arrived so we sat and sipped our tea. Elizabeth started to talk about herself and how hard it had been to lose her husband, the worst being the line of suitors that started showing up shortly after the funeral. One of these was her late husbands best friend! Who had the gall to suggest he could take care of her "sexual needs". She talked about how she and her husband's once passionate sex life had cooled, but was still there. As she talked her eyes would moisten at emotional parts.
I stood up and went to her, she stood up and welcomed my hug, our cheeks side by side, I whispered "you poor darling" and kissed her cheek, she drew away until we were looking into each others eyes. Her look was one of a little girl lost and overcome, but with a certain curiosity. I kissed her lightly on her lips, and we looked at each other again. This time with some lust. She opened her robe and I opened mine. We embraced again, as I put my lips on hers I felt an electrical charge pass between our touching nipples. She must have felt it too because her tongue shot down my throat and mine down hers. We were deep kissing and stroking each others tongues. She pulled away and whispered "I have never done anything like this!" I whispered back, "don't worry, I have!"
We continued to kiss deeply, I caressed her breasts, slid her robe off and let it drop to the floor. Elizabeth had a very fine body, still tight and slim, breasts still firm and not sagging. I brushed my fingers over her blossom, lightly at first then with a little more pressure. I laid her down on the couch and started sucking her nipples, while stroking her blossom. She was getting very wet. I replaced my mouth on her nipples with my hand and worked my way down her tummy, licking and kissing all the way. She put her legs together, then I got to the top of her pubic hair, her legs opened wide, she whispered "Take me".
Take her I did, my tongue traced its way between the petals of her blossom, tasting all that wonderful nectar. She took some breaths, stiffened and had an orgasm, her body convulsed and her hips undulated. I locked my mouth on her button and started sucking again, she was way over the edge and started to have rapid orgasms, her hands gently held my head in place, I just kept going, determined not to give up until she did. Finally she raised my head, drew my mouth up to hers, kissed me deeply. She laid back exhausted and panting, murmuring sweet words of love and lust, telling me she must repay this. I put a coverlet over her and told her just to relax and enjoy herself. I poured us some cold tea and gave her a sip. I told her when she was ready we could talk about it.
We had managed to get a minisuite on the last ship. This one went from Cittavecia to the Mediterranean and back. What a difference a class makes on cruise ships! We met Elizabeth in the cafeteria, we had a window table, she came up and asked if she could join us, we welcomed her and started chatting. We enjoyed her company, as she seemed to enjoy ours. We found out she came from the same city as we did so it was serendipitous. We ended up sharing her table in the dining room. We came to find out she was on the same deck with us but in a much larger suite. Traveling alone, a recent widow, trying to cheer herself up.
While the ship will arrange tours at the different ports, usually it is 40 or 50 people on a bus with a guide to show all the sights. Elizabeth had a private car at each location, she offered to share it with us for the nominal, if at all, extra fee for more than one person. These private cars were great. Instead of trooping on and off a bus, staying as a group being sheperded by the guide and straining to listen to their comments, we had a private guide with a driver. The driver would drive us as close as possible to the attraction, then disappear, to be summoned by cell phone when we were ready to depart. What a difference!
In Istanbul the ship got in early in the morning, and sailed late the next afternoon. We toured most of the sights including the Blue Mosque that first day. The next morning we visited Topkapi, the Sultan's palace, we returned to the ship about noon. Marcia had developed a migraine headache, went to our suite to take some medicine and lie down. When these happen we try to keep the room as dark as possible, as light tends to increase the pain.
Elizabeth invited me to her suite to have tea and basically leave Marcia as quiet as possible. Her suite was much larger and had more ammenities, including a butler! She excused herself to take a shower, to remove the morning sweat, she came out in one of the very soft and comfortable robes furnished by the ship. She rang for tea service and asked if I would like to use her shower, which of course I did. When I came out wrapped in one of those wonderful robes, the tea service had arrived so we sat and sipped our tea. Elizabeth started to talk about herself and how hard it had been to lose her husband, the worst being the line of suitors that started showing up shortly after the funeral. One of these was her late husbands best friend! Who had the gall to suggest he could take care of her "sexual needs". She talked about how she and her husband's once passionate sex life had cooled, but was still there. As she talked her eyes would moisten at emotional parts.
I stood up and went to her, she stood up and welcomed my hug, our cheeks side by side, I whispered "you poor darling" and kissed her cheek, she drew away until we were looking into each others eyes. Her look was one of a little girl lost and overcome, but with a certain curiosity. I kissed her lightly on her lips, and we looked at each other again. This time with some lust. She opened her robe and I opened mine. We embraced again, as I put my lips on hers I felt an electrical charge pass between our touching nipples. She must have felt it too because her tongue shot down my throat and mine down hers. We were deep kissing and stroking each others tongues. She pulled away and whispered "I have never done anything like this!" I whispered back, "don't worry, I have!"
We continued to kiss deeply, I caressed her breasts, slid her robe off and let it drop to the floor. Elizabeth had a very fine body, still tight and slim, breasts still firm and not sagging. I brushed my fingers over her blossom, lightly at first then with a little more pressure. I laid her down on the couch and started sucking her nipples, while stroking her blossom. She was getting very wet. I replaced my mouth on her nipples with my hand and worked my way down her tummy, licking and kissing all the way. She put her legs together, then I got to the top of her pubic hair, her legs opened wide, she whispered "Take me".
Take her I did, my tongue traced its way between the petals of her blossom, tasting all that wonderful nectar. She took some breaths, stiffened and had an orgasm, her body convulsed and her hips undulated. I locked my mouth on her button and started sucking again, she was way over the edge and started to have rapid orgasms, her hands gently held my head in place, I just kept going, determined not to give up until she did. Finally she raised my head, drew my mouth up to hers, kissed me deeply. She laid back exhausted and panting, murmuring sweet words of love and lust, telling me she must repay this. I put a coverlet over her and told her just to relax and enjoy herself. I poured us some cold tea and gave her a sip. I told her when she was ready we could talk about it.
12 年 前
We see this story stands well!!!!!
We find your writing very descriptive!