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The Cruise
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The Cruise I took a 7 night cruise that really was a 2 month adventure. In late October I joined a cruise message board and began writing to a fellow cruiser. His interest and curiosity in me grew, as mine did in his. One morining in early November he mentioned that "I came across your blog (which I very much enjoyed and can relate to on many levels)" Okay, which blog, as I have written different places over the years, was the first quesstion to come to mind. The second was, how much of this blog did he see. I did indeed turn out to be Lady J's Musings and he had gotten a fairly good look. The prospects for this cruise were suddenly getting wilder. For the next two months we flirted and wrote to each other. We tried to set up an advance meeting, but life got in our way. We resigned ourselves to meeting on board and stealing away some time to Meet & Mingle.  On Sunday I was dropped at the terminal, a porter took my bag, and my husband and kissed me good-bye. I entered the terminal and breezed through the check-in process. As I was exiting check in, I noticed him on line waiting his turn to check in. There was a second of hesitation. He looked just slightly different than his photo. But, I quickly was certain it was him. However, I was being hurried by staff to exit the check in area. Introductions would need to wait. A staff member told me the area to sit in and I complied. I'm a good girl like that. In short time some people stopped near my seat, to check their papers or something. I look up and catch his eye. It was one of those corny, but magically romantic moments that our hearts flutter for during movies. His eyes, I'll never forget his smiling eyes as he uttered my name for the first time. Smiling back, I shook my head yes, before he could ask if it was me. Chance meeting two occurred in the main lobby area after the muster drill. Again, we were with our travel companions and couldn't be demonstrative. Just the normal chit chat about our cabins being nice and how we were going to brave the elements and view sail off from the upper deck. Sadly, they were going to view it from their own balcony. Which did sound like the most romantic spot, if I was there with him instead. However, that was by far impossible. Our first night out at sea was rough, we encountered a storm, and by morning many people were seasick. This included my cabin mate, whom I had a difficult time rousing and motivating to get dressed. I should have let her sleep in hindsight. We went for a late breakfast before we were scheduled to meet people I had been message boarding with online (yep, he was one of them). It was certainly nice to put faces to the names, but honestly, there were so many in a short period of time. I barely remembered who was who minutes after the event. What I do remember is his eyes smiling at me. And our first hug. I've met my share of guys from Senior Sizzle and have learned that the first hug tells a lot. We can delude ourselves that size, shape, age, weight, etc.., don't matter, but they do. We all just have different ranges of acceptability. He fit nicely into my comfort zone. I won't give you a blow by blow of every second of the cruise, after all, I am not a novelist. I will tell you that we went to a play, gambled at the slots, had dinner, and listened to music in a bar together. However, all of this was with our cabin mates in tow. The only time we managed to steal away was a walk on deck one evening, and reciprocal visits to each others cabins that produced passionate kissing, lust, and longing to fuck; but frustration as we were interrupted by what sounded like the cabin door being opened by the returning cabin mate (however, it turned out to be the door to the adjoining cabin). So, no, we didn't consumate our friendship. Oh, how I want to. Kissing him was wonderful, feeling his manhood grow in his pants was beyond arousing. In my cabin, as he kissed me, despite my fears that my cabin mate would return unexpectedly, I wanted him and fell back onto my bed, desiring nothing more than his cock thrusting into me.  Cruise over, back to life. What happens next? Time will tell. We have cars, there is the train, and there are all sorts of great places in between.  "Don't count the days, make the days count" |
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Sounds like you are very much in lust, all the better when you do get it together. HNY x
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Sounds like you are very much in lust, all the better when you do get it together. HNY x "Don't count the days, make the days count"
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