Sally was a seemingly mature woman in her mid thirties. Mature because life had dealt her a hard hand to play. Though she had a pretty face, her past had taken the sparkle out of her eyes and she reflected the pain she felt in her down turned lips. Her job was just that ... a job that paid the bills but gave her little satisfaction. She drove a sensible car, lived in a modest house left to her by her parents, and wore sensible clothes and sensible shoes. Sally did not stand out in a crowd. She had many acquaintances but no real friends.

"Oh, come on, Sally. It'll be fun and you could use a little fun in your life," Brenda said. "It'll be you and Candice and me. We'll have a ball and it'll be a week of sun and fun. Haven't you had enough of snow for one year? You'll love it once you say yes!"

Sally hedged. She was being invited to join two of the ladies from the office for a week on a cruise to the Bahamas. They would fly to Florida and take the cruise ship from there. It was a 'package deal' and well within her means. But she still hesitated. Never had she been out of the state of Michigan and the thought of being stuck on a ship with hundreds of other people scared the living hell out of her.

"No, I think I'll pass. You go and if you like it maybe we can do it next year."

"Candice and I went last year! We loved it. We're asking you because we have a chance to get a suite on the ship this year and need a third. Of everyone here, we thought of asking you. You'll have to get yourself some sexy evening clothes ... won't that be fun? ... and a tiny little bathing suit to show off your figure and you'll be a whole different person for a week. You'd be amazed at how free you feel once you get away from here!"

"I'll think about it. Give me tonight and I'll let you know in the morning."

Brenda grinned from ear to ear. "I know you'll say yes and I know you'll have a fantastic time with us!"

That night Sally did nothing but think about the trip. It would be a change of pace and, God knows, she could use that. After cleaning the kitchen after dinner, she called Brenda at home; she's made up her mind.

"I'll go! I don't know why you ask me rather than one of the other girls but I'll go. Who do I make the check out to and when do we go shopping for new clothes?"

The month went by in a whirl of shopping and laughing and talking about the trip. Candice and Brenda shared an apartment and Sally spent many evenings with them planning their trip and what they wanted to do, wear, who they'd like to meet ... some of the conversations made Sally blush.

Finally, the bags were packed with sundresses and skimpy swimsuits and clinging evening dresses and they were on the airplane to Florida. There was two feet of snow on the ground when they left Michigan and it was eighty-five degrees when they landed in the land of orange juice and sun. A quick ride to the docks and they were on the ocean liner for their much dreamed of cruise.

Sally couldn't believe how small their 'suite' was. In reality, it was a double bed in the tiny bedroom and a pull out sofa in the sitting room! She had no desire to share a bed which suited both Brenda and Candice ... they'd take the bedroom and Sally would sleep on the sofa bed.

"Don't worry," Candice said, "we won't be spending much time in here. Did you see how small the bathroom is? I've seen travel trailers with bigger bathrooms."

"Yeah, but there's no kitchen," smirked Brenda. "No cooking for a whole week!"

It took well over an hour for the three to settle in. A rotating schedule was assigned for showers and makeup; the closets had room only for eveningwear and much was left in the suitcases as drawer space was at a premium. Sally felt like a sardine squashed into a tiny tin and was greatly disappointed in their accommodations. If this was the beginning of a wonderful week, she had illusions of catfights for space as the week progressed. But she smiled and went along with the others; far be it for her to cause trouble.

It is considered an honor to sit at the Captain's Table during dinner. Though it's a long table, not everyone on board manages to secure an invitation. Joy and bedlam rang from Sally's cabin when 'the' invitation was delivered for Candice, Brenda, and Sally to dine with the Captain on Wednesday night. One would have thought the invitation was for an immediate seating as the ladies planned their dresses and makeup for the grand event! Sally had chosen a very nice, conservative, little black dress she'd wear with a faux pearl necklace and earrings.

"Boring, boring, boring! Wear the one with the beaded bodice you bought from the Macy's catalog." Candice was always blunt with her thoughts and this was no exception. "You look like you are going to a funeral instead of a gala dinner with the stunning Captain Arisco."

"I may never wear that dress. It's too revealing in too many places. I look like a hooker in it."

"That, my dear," Brenda chipped in, "is called expensive sleaze." Both women laughed. "It's a knockout and you look like a million dollars in it. You make the dress!"

Sally held the little black dress to her body. "No, I think I'll wear this. It's appropriate and I feel comfortable in it."

"Well, Miss Preppy, I'm going to change and go lay by the pool for an hour or so. I wonder how many fish I can reel in with my new suit?"

"I'll go with you."

Brenda and Candice went into the bedroom to change. While they were gone Sally brought the beaded dress our of the closet and held it to her body as she had done the black dress. She wished she had the nerve to wear something like this; if wishes were pennies, she'd be rich.

"Oh ... my ... God! You can't be serious! You're going our in public in those? Your asses are hanging out and there's not enough material to cover your boobs!"

"That, my prudish friend, is why they are called string bikinis," Brenda laughed, "and yes, we are! These are laying around suits and not for swimming at all." She wrapped a see-through cloth around her middle, dawned an extra large straw hat, and off they trod for the swimming pool on the upper deck. Sally had never realized how buxom they were until she saw them almost naked. There was no doubt they were on a fishing expedition and a fish was the last thing they wanted to get their hooks into!

Half an hour later Sally arrived at the pool in her one-piece floral suit. She had thought it a bit risqué as it was a high French cut in the legs but now she felt over dressed ... Speedo and string bikinis were the costume of the day. There was nary a soul in the pool; Brenda and Candice were talking to three men so Sally chose a chair across from them to set her towels. She wasn't about to waste such a lovely pool so she dove in and began to swim laps.

Sally hadn't noticed when her friends left the pool or with whom they had left. When she discovered they were gone, she threw on her terry jacket and set out to find them. The closest bar was near the pool and that was the first place she checked. Not there. Another lounge was located on the deck below and the results were the same. It finally entered her mind that her friends may have gone to visit ... she was being nice ... two of the men they had just met poolside. She shook her head and began the trek back to her cabin. She'd take a quick nap after her swim so she'd be refreshed for the evening ahead.



"Harder, baby, harder! Suck it! More tongue!"

Candice, Brenda, and three men were in the bedroom and that's the comment, which greeted Sally as she entered the cabin. She froze in her tracks.

The second was the same male voice telling her to "shut the fucking door," which she did, post haste. Sally couldn't take her eyes away from the orgy in the bedroom. She was memorized. Candice was sucking a cock and another man had his face buried in her groin. Her pussy. Brenda and a third man were having sex while Candice rubbed Brenda's breast and played with her nipple. The animal noises didn't stop just because a voyeur had entered the room; the more the merrier! One of the men said, "Come on, baby. There's enough to go around and you've got a hot bod under that granny suit."

Finally getting her wits about her, Sally ran from the room with their laughter ringing in her ears. The last thing she heard was Brenda telling Candice she knew something like this was bound to happen when they invited 'Miss Goodie Two Shoes' along.

While running down the corridor, Sally bumped into a very tall, muscular, man with a beard, which matched his black hair and eyebrows. He had the brownest eyes she had ever seen and she was in his arms. He didn't let go. His crisp white uniform contrasted with his features and Sally thought she must have died and gone to heaven until she realized she was being tightly held.

"Oh, God, I'm sorry!"

"I'm not." He smiled down at her. "It's not often I'm able to catch such a pretty woman in the act of running away. What's the matter? Are you all right?"

Sally stammered that he was fine ... no, SHE was fine ... and there had been a misunderstanding. She wiggled out of his grip and he continued to smile down at her.

"Are you going someplace in particular?"

"Ah, ah, I guess to the lounge." She shook her head as if she truly had no destination in mind.

"What a wonderful happenstance as I'm on my way to the lounge as well. May I join you? I'd be more than pleased if you'd allow me to buy you a drink."

"Erah, I guess so. But I thought drinks were included in the ticket."

He laughed. "They are. That's just a much over used phrase. Let me put it correctly ... will you join me in the lounge for a drink or a glass of wine?"

"Yes." Sally was still shaken by what she'd seen in her cabin. She was glad the corridor was empty except for the two of them. "Yes, that would be nice. Thank you, yes, I'd like that very much."

He held out his arm for her in the old fashioned, yet totally romantic, way and she took it. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Mike and I work for the cruise line. And who might you be?"

"My name is Sally Unger and I'm taking my first, and probably, last cruise. I appreciate your giving me your time; I'm sure you have much more important things to do."

"Not at all Miss Sally. Sharing a glass of wine with you was at the top of my list of most important things to do today."

They both laughed at his remark, as their meeting was purely by chance. As they walked to the lounge Sally noticed many people nodded at Mike and moved aside when they walked by. Though she enjoyed the attention, she didn't give it a second thought. When they entered the lounge and were seated at a small table, Mike ordered club soda with lemon and Sally had a glass of rose'.

Before she could ask, Mike explained that he was on duty and therefore they'd have to make a real date so he could actually enjoy a glass of wine with her. With that remark Sally figured it was his job to take care of the stranded single women on the cruse and he was being nice as part of his job. That would explain his attention towards her.

'Oh, well, what more could I expect?" she thought to herself.

Sooner or later, Sally would have to face her cabin mates. The little sluts. How could they bring total strangers into the cabin and be sucking on them and having sex? How could they? The more she thought about it, the madder she became.

"What on earth are you thinking about? You look positively livid."

Sally wasn't about to tell him her two sluttish girlfriends had three strange men in their cabin and they were all five fuckin their brains out in the master bedroom.

Pausing to collect her thoughts, Sally said, "My friends and I had a little misunderstanding and I have to face them again. I'm not sure what to say or how to handle it. I avoid confrontation as much as possible but this one could be a knock down, drag out fight. Words only, of course."

"That doesn't sound like a 'little misunderstanding' to me. Remember, this is just the first day and you are going to be in the same room for a week. Maybe another glass of wine will help settle your nerves a bit before you go back to your cabin. I'm enjoying your company and would hate to end it on a blue note."

"Thank you for the offer, Mike, but I'd better get back. I've been gone more than an hour and I don't want them to start to worry about me. They may be afraid 'Miss Goodie Two Shoes' got lost or something." She laughed and he followed suit though he had no idea why this beautiful woman would refer to herself as such.

"Well, Mike, I want to thank you for babysitting me this afternoon. I'd better get back to the cabin now. I hope the coast is clear."

"Being with you was a pleasure and one I hope to repeat, Sally. You're a lovely lady. I'll walk with you back to your cabin."

Just in case the orgy was still in full swing, having Mike see it was the last thing she wanted. "Heavens, no; you've got better and more important things to do. I'll be fine and I thank you for the wine ... and your company."



The room was empty when Sally returned. There was no sign that anyone had been there; the bed was made and the room put back in perfect order. Despite the orderly condition of the rooms, all Sally could see was the two so-called friends sucking and fucking perfect strangers. How could they?

Forty-five minutes later Brenda returned to the cabin loaded with packages. She had been shopping at the ships boutique while Candice had a manicure and pedicure in the salon. That was followed by a massage to die for. Brenda was smiling, happy, and acted as if nothing had happened earlier. All was wonderful in her world at the moment.

"Brenda, how could you?"

"How could I what?"

"How could you and Candice bring back those men ... strangers ... into our cabin and have sex with them?"

Brenda put her packages in the bedroom before answering. "Grow up, Sally. This is a singles cruise. People pair off and things happen. What did you expect? The least you could have done is knock before you came barging in." She paused for a moment. The look on Sally's face was that of total shock. "I might as well tell you, also, that Candice and I are lovers and have been for three years now. I thought you knew. Everyone knows. We're both bisexual and this is our week to swing. The whole office knows so we thought you knew, too. We came out of the closet a long, long time ago!"

"I had no idea. I thought you were roommates. Not lovers, for God's sake."

"It's Monday and we have to be together till Saturday. I suggest we find a way of getting along. We need to set some ground rules so Miss Goodie Two Shoes here doesn't get her nose out of joint again. For one, knock before anyone comes in. If you'd have knocked we'd have at least closed our bedroom door!"

"Okay, but I didn't come on this trip to be barred from the cabin!"

"Point well taken. Candice and I will have a two hour limit, per day, on the room to use as we wish."

"Two hours? That's ridiculous!"

Brenda laughed. "Last year we didn't leave the cabin for a day and a half! They have great room service here." She became serious. "But the same two hour limit applies to you as well. It's tit for tat. You can't hog the cabin all day either."

"I can assure you I won't need it for what you were doing! I have never picked up a stranger and taken him to bed and I'd never consider it."

Looking radiant, Candice came into the room. With the tension so thick in the cabin, she quickly lost her smile and knew trouble was afoot because of Sally's reaction to the scene she's walked in on.

Candice was never one to mince words. "Listen up, Sally, what we do is our business. Don't be such a prude and don't be so quick to judge. We talked for a month about this week and we didn't hold back any of our expectations."

"I thought you were joking!"

"You found out that we were serious, didn't you? Did Brenda tell you about us?"

"Yes, but I still find it hard to believe."

Candice laughed a hardy laugh. "You and my Mother!"

"Come on. We have to dress for dinner. Tonight would be a good time for you to wear that little black dress, Sally, because we are seated in the back of the room. I've arranged for the fellas to be at our table so we'll have a good time and you might just take a shine to one of them."

"I'm eating in tonight and see if the room service is as good as you say it is!"

"Suit yourself but remember the two hour limit," Brenda laughed. "After that you have to go out of the cabin and find some fun!"



Sally's dinner was scrumptious; a small rack of baby lamp, cuscus, fresh baby peas, and a chocolate mousse worth every calorie. She thought it would have tasted even better if she had eaten in the dining room with the others. Maybe she was being an old maid about the romp of this afternoon. It was, after all, their lifestyle and they had never once hit on her. She reviewed the previous month of conversations about the cruse and, sure enough, the warning signs had been there. Every story that had made her blush was true and she didn't see it ... or didn't want to see it.

She was lonely. At least at home, she had her books and the television to keep her occupied. Here she was all alone. True, it was at her own bequest but she wanted to be with people and have fun. Not the 'roll in the hey' fun such as Brenda and Candice had had but good, clean fun.

'This is stupid,' she said to herself. 'There has to be something I can do on this damn boat! I'm not going to spend the rest of the week in here by myself!'

Sally fixed her hair and makeup, brought the little black dress out of the closet and dabbed a bit of perfume behind her ears and on her wrists. What she was going to do was a mystery but she'd look damn good doing it. She left the cabin and headed toward the main ballroom.

Much to her surprise, she found the ballroom had been turned into a gambling casino for the night. Not one for gambling she roamed around a bit before landing at the black jack table. There wasn't a vacant place at the table but she enjoyed watching the players. It didn't take a mental giant to figure out the game and soon she found she was second guessing the players. It didn't take long for a chair to become available and a gentleman behind her suggested she try her hand at the game.

"Oh, I can't. I don't have any chips."

"Here, little lady, let me stake you. If you win you can pay be back by buying me a drink and if you lose I'll buy you one."

He was a good looking man and had a woman with him so Sally accepted his offer. The woman smiled at her and wished her luck.

After a few hands, it was obvious Sally was good at cards. She repaid her debt to the man at her left and played with he own chips thereafter, winning more than losing. By the time she remembered to look at her watch it was well after midnight and time for her to go. She left the table with just a tad over five hundred dollars in chips. She looked for her benefactor but he and his wife were no where to be seen so she cashed in her chips and went to the cabin, very pleased with herself.

She hadn't seen either Candice or Brenda all night and expected them to be in the cabin. Wrong. She had the cabin to herself that night.

The next morning, around five, the missing cabin mates returned, laughing and recounting what a wonderful evening they'd had.

"No details, please! My evening was quiet compared to yours but I did win five hundred dollars in the casino. Why don't we all go to the spa today, my treat, and have the works done to us?"

"What's up with you? Why the big turn around? Yesterday you didn't want to have anything to do with us and today you're Miss Money Bags willing to share the bounty. Why the change of heart?"

"I had a lot of time to think about it and you have every right to live you lives the way you want. It's none of my business as long as you don't try to involve me ... and you haven't. Now that we have some ground rules about the use of the cabin I don't have anything to complain about, do I?"

"Candice, you give her a hug and I'll call the spa! You've come a long way in a short time, Sally, and I'm proud of you."

After being released from a bear hug, Sally was emotionally shaken. In a lame attempt at humor she said, "Boy, you guys come cheap. A day at the spa and you'll follow me anywhere."

There was an icy pause in the room.

"It was a joke. Honest to God, I was trying to be funny. It just came out all wrong. I'm sorry."

Candice was the first to speak. "Your humor leaves a lot to be desired. It takes a hell of a lot more than a facial to make me follow anyone, period."

"Think about what you said," Brenda laughed. "What does it take?"

All three women were laughing now. "Wads and wads of money or jugs like yours!"

Pretending to be insulted, Sally said, "And what's wrong with mine, I wanna know?" She had her chest expanded and her hands on her hips as she ask the question.

Candice cupped both of Sally's breasts with her hands and rubbed. "Hummm! Let's go!" The silk of Sally's nightgown made the experience one of immense pleasure and her nipples became hard and erect.

Sally quit laughing and seemed to be in a daze. "That felt good," she whispered.

Candice had not removed her hands from Sally's breasts and continued to massage in a circular motion. "Want more?"

Almost under her breath came the reply ... "Yes."

"Take off your gown if you want more."

Though not a virgin, she was far from an experienced lover and had never been touched by a woman before. As if in slow motion, Sally slipped out of her gown and it fell to the floor around her feet. She was naked. Candice bent and began to suck Sally's right breast as she cradled the other in her hand. Sally began to feel a strange moisture between her legs, which surprised her. How could having her breasts touched and sucked cause her to become wet? She didn't know but she enjoyed the sensation she was feeling for the first time.

Brenda, not to be left out, began to stroke Sally between the legs, not penetrating her but gently rubbing her labia. She pressed a bit and Sally groaned ... Brenda had found Sally's clit and pressed harder as she rubbed the tender spot while Candice continued to suck on Sally's more than willing nipple.

"Oh, oh my god ohmyod," Sally kept repeating. Her body was on fire and it was like spontaneous combustion had happened. One minute she was normal and the next she was a blaze of sensations.

"Spread your legs for me, baby," Brenda whispered just loud enough to be heard. Automatically, Sally did as she was told and her legs opened though she had no idea what to expect. All she knew was that she wanted it ... no matter what 'it' turned out to be!



Brenda began to lick Sally's pussy with gusto. It was as if she had found an oasis in the desert and was dinking in the water of life. Her enthusiasm would have frightened Sally had she not enjoyed the feeling so much. Her whole body became alive. With her nipple and clit being sucked at the same time, all Sally could do was moan and groan in pleasure. Her pelvis began to gyrate and she pushed herself into Brenda's mouth harder and harder. She felt her insides quiver as it had never done before. No man had ever brought her body to life as Brenda and Candice were doing now.

One palpitation followed the other. One orgasm, then another and another and another. Her skin was on fire with every touch from Brenda's mouth and hands. Her pussy was wet from her own juices and Brenda's tongue. It was as if she were not there yet felt every touch from both women. Her hormones now ruled her body and her body felt good!

Drenched in sweat, Sally felt her body explode in one last over powering orgasm ...she heard herself scream in pleasure one last time. All three were spent, exhausted, and satisfied. For some reason, Sally felt no shame in what she'd done. She was, in fact, in her glory. She had reached a new plateau in her life and she felt damn good.

"Thank you," she said in a husky voice, one not her own. "Thank you." It was not yet six o'clock in the morning and her day couldn't get any better than this!

"Brenda and I have tried to use the shower together and it's just too small. I'll shower first, then Brenda. You go to sleep, Sally, and dream of floating because that's what you're doing." She laughed. "You need to recoup your strength; we have a busy day ahead of us."

Sally, incapable of speech, allowed Candice to pull up the covers over her body and she immediately went to sleep.

What seemed like moments later, a hand was gently shaking her shoulder. It was Brenda. "Come on, sleepy head, it's almost eight-thirty and time to rise and shine. We have just time enough for a light breakfast then our spa appointment at 9:30. We could have gotten in earlier but we decided to let you sleep. We gave you quite a work over this morning and you needed your rest. Now, 'tis time to rise and shine!" She sounded so chipper and bright Sally wanted to strangle her.

Slowly the cobwebs cleared from her mind and Sally remembered what had happened this morning. She was suddenly shy. "Oh my God, what did we do?"

"We made love to you, that's what we did. Your body was made for love, Sally, and you've missed out on its pleasures all of your life. Now, it's time you really wake up to the fact that you are a sexual being. It's being sensual rather than sexy and it's a wonderful thing to know about yourself. You are a sensual woman; never lose sight of that again. But, for the moment, it's your turn in the shower and we need to hurry if we are going to get breakfast before the spa."

"You two go on and I'll meet you in the dining room. It won't take me long."

Brenda thought Sally needed time alone to digest what had happened this morning so she agreed. She remembered her first lesbian experience and understood the need to sort things out in her mind. If Sally stood them up for the day Brenda would have been disappointed but would understand. This morning was a life-changing occurrence, not to be taken lightly by anyone of the three of them.

At nine-fifteen, Sally walked into the dining room looking fresh and pleased with herself. Brenda smiled. "You didn't leave much time for food. Grab a bagel and let's get moving. The spa awaits!"



The spa was wonderful ... past wonderful and into utopia. Except for the bikini wax, which Sally had never had done before. A number of 'ouches' could be heard from within the cubical. Brenda and Candice laughed. Sally was getting the full treatment today!

After luncheon at the spa, complete with champagne and strawberries, the three beauties went shopping to find Sally a new swimsuit. Maybe not a string bikini but at least a bikini to show off her figure.

Sally chose a modest suit, which included a multicolored wrap of a silky, see through, material. It was a far cry from the terrycloth jacket of yesterday.

"Why don't you go to the pool and we'll change and meet you there?"

"Brenda! You mean just wear this to the pool? What about my clothes? I feel half naked!"

Candice laughed. "You are, silly goose, and you now look just like everyone else. You won't stand out like you did yesterday in that granny suit you wore. We'll bring the sun screen with us."

"Okay, but I feel funny."

"Honey, walk like you own the boat and you'll be just fine. No one will give you a second look."

Boy, was Candice wrong. Heads turned as Sally walked by but she didn't notice as she kept her eyes forward and tried not to trip on her new heeled sandals she's purchased. Fresh from the spa with a professional makeover, she looked like she could have owned the boat!

"Why, Miss Sally, what a pleasure to see you again. Getting a little sun today? Be careful and don't stay out too long."

It was the nice babysitter, Mike, from yesterday. Yesterday. It seemed eon's ago.

"Mike, hello. No, I won't stay out too long. My Michigan skin isn't used to this tropical sun and I'll burn like toast if I'm not careful. It would be nice if I could buy you a glass of wine."

"I'm on duty, more's the pity. Perhaps I'll see you at dinner tomorrow night."

"Oh, dear, I'm afraid not. We are supposed to dine at the Captain's Table tomorrow night and I've been told it's a big deal so we can't miss it."

Mike rewarded her with his most charming, professional, smile. "Perhaps another time." He gave her a slight bow from the waist and they said their goodbye's.

No sooner had she found a spot by the pool with room for three, Brenda and Candice joined her. The three men from yesterday joined them just as they began to apply sunscreen. "Allow us," one of them said and Candice handed him the plastic bottle.

Sally suddenly felt totally out of place. There was no way she was going to let this letch touch her no matter how 'liberal' she had become. Brenda sensed Sally's discomfort and said she'd do her back for her. Crisis averted.

At three'ish Sally announced it was time to take a nap as she wanted to be fresh for dinner that night.

"It's buffet night," one of the men said. "Why don't we get our own table and eat together? There's dancing after dinner; it could be fun."

"I'll think about it," Sally said. "I'm not big on buffets; I always feel I take too much and look like a hog at the trough."

The thought of Sally making a pig of herself when it came to food was funny and everyone laughed. One of the other men said, "That'll be the day and we'd love your company. No strings attached. After last night I need to get to bed early and get a good nights sleep!" Brenda and Candice laughed and poked fun at his being a wimp.

"You know, the idea of a nap before dinner sounds good to me, too," Candice said. "We'll call your cabin at six to plan dinner. How's that?"

"Perfect," the third man said.

Everyone gathered their belongings and went to their cabins for a siesta. At six on the button Candice placed the call to firm up dinner plans ... they would meet at the dining room entrance at seven thereby assuring themselves a good table near the dance floor.

Alas, the timing couldn't have been worse. The only tables to be had were in the back of the room and six feet from the sound units. The chose the least offensive and began the buffet line. One would not have imagined the food! There was everything from lobster sauté to filet minion to lemon pie to apple crisp to chocolate mousse! And for the less developed palate fried chicken and well done roast beef.

Sally helped herself to surf 'n' turf by having a wonderfully rare filet minion and lobster sauté, green beans almandine, and saffron rice. For dessert, she chose a slice of warm pecan pie with a scoop of vanilla ice cream melting beautifully atop.

"After that meal I'd better dance the calories away or I'll end up looking like a tug boat," Candice said with a laugh. She had gone back for seconds and knew the hips would collect every extra calorie. The three men were all too happy to assist her in her calorie-reduction-plan.

"Come on," Brenda said to man number two, "let's show them how it's done."

There was award moment when Sally and the third man were left alone at the table. "We can either dance," he said, "or I can go on the deck for a cigarette. Like I said, no strings attached."

"Let's dance. I'd hate to be the reason for your getting lung cancer! No strings attached, okay?"

"Agreed." They shook hands on it, laughed, and began to enjoy the evening ahead.

Once on the dance floor, Sally saw Mike dancing with an older woman who seemed to have his rapt attention. It was as if every word she said was golden. 'He's good at his job, she thought. 'A great babysitter!' During the evening she saw the handsome babysitter dancing with many woman, but never the same one twice. Each had his full attention when she was with him but he sure did spread himself around.

Around midnight Sally told the group she was going back to her cabin. Her dance partner for the evening ask if he could walk with her but she gracefully declined. Candice said they'd be in later and would try not to wake her and Sally was off. As she was leaving, Mike saw her and ask if she'd like one last dance. She gracefully declined him as well and proceeded to her cabin to reflect on the day.



Sally didn't hear her cabin mates come in but at six the next morning they jumped into her bed, laughing and giggling, dressed in aerobic gear. She was literally tickled awake.

"Have you two lost your minds? What are you doing?"

"Not just us ... WE are going to the aerobics class and have a good work out before breakfast. WE are going to sweat till it hurts, Miss Goodie Two Shoes."

"Don't call me that! You took care of that yesterday!" Sally was a grouch in the morning and this morning it showed it full color.

"Oh, come off it," Candice said. "No one ripped off your gown and raped you! Boy, you piss me off!"

Sally was suddenly fully awake. "God, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it the way it sounded. I wouldn't take back yesterday, any part of it, for anything in the world. I'm not a morning person."

Brenda grinned and began to tickle Sally again. "You were yesterday! Now get up and let's get this show on the road. We have dinner tonight with the Master of the Ship and that's a big deal. We'll probably end up at the other end of the table but at least we'll be there. Some big wig usually sits to his right with Mrs. Big Wig to his left."

"Let me shower first and I'll meet you there."

"No! You'll come stinky ... I know you ... you won't get your lazy butt outta bed if we leave you here. So, it's get tickled till you wet your pants or get up, Miss Goodie Two Shoes!"

Taking the lesser of the two evils, Sally got up and put on a halter top and bicycle shorts. It took her all of five minutes to dress because the girls allowed her time to brush her hair and teeth but not put on makeup.

The aerobics class was a blast. Everyone, including Sally, was in a good mood and enjoyed themselves. Muscles would hurt tomorrow but today it was just good, clean, fun.

The balance of the day went much the same. They laid by the pool for an hour or so. Sally tried to swim laps but her bikini top kept slipping off to one side causing gales of laughter from Candice and Brenda.

"Some suits are for swimming and some for looking. You've got on a 'looking' suit," Candice laughed. "I was looking and liked what I saw! So did every man here!" Candice ripped with laughter while poor Sally blushed till she was beet red. She's stay out of the water!

After following the pattern of an afternoon siesta, the threesome began to discuss dinner. Sally still wanted to wear her little black dress; it had brought her luck at the black jack table. Brenda and Candice had chosen the glamorous look and their dresses were not only beautiful but suggestive, for lack of a better word. The beaded dress they wanted Sally to wear was a knock out and it looked like it had been made just for her.

While Sally was in the shower, Candice hid the black dress. Actually, she took it to the cabin of her male friends as to make sure it went unfound! Sally was furious and had a hissy fit but it did no good. She either wore the right dress or she wore one even more revealing she's picked out on a whim. She was, literally, between the devil and the deep blue sea. She choose the beaded gown.

When the ladies arrived in the dining room the began to search for their place cards at the end of the table. Not one was there. They looked in the middle of the table. Not there either.

"Oh, God! Look," Brenda said under her breath, "Sally is to the right of the Captain then you then me. We're at the head of the table, not the end!" She paused a minute. "Come on, let's get out of here and go have a drink in the lounge. We don't want to be early."

Sally was confused. "What are you talking about? We're here, let's stay here."

"No, dear, we are going to be fashionably late ... like five minutes late. We are going to make an entrance. We would have done that anyway but it's imperative now that we know where we are sitting."

"Well, I don't understand but let's go. You're making me so nervous I need a glass of wine to settle my nerves. You pick the damndest things to worry about."

Dinner was at seven; at five after the trio walked back into the dining room, Sally suddenly held back. "Oh, Christ, it's him!"

"Him whom?" Candice wanted to know.

"Mike, the man I thought was a paid babysitter for all of the unattached women. He's the Captain!"

"You've met him?" "Yes, on Monday we spent a couple of hours together. I thought he was one of the men they hire to look after the women who couldn't get a man. Now I find out he's the Captain. I'm so embarrassed."

"Come on, we're blocking the door. Just hold you head up high and let's go. I'm sure he enjoyed his 'babysitting' or he wouldn't have stayed with you do long. Be yourself and you'll be fine."

"I feel like a hooker in this dress and he's going to think the same thing."

Candice didn't mince words. "Now you're really being ridiculous, Sally, and enough is enough. You look beautiful and you damn well know it. We won't tell you again; now get inside and don't be such a wimp!"

Brenda led the way with Sally following. Every seat at the table was taken except for their three settings. As they arrived the men at the table stood and waiters held their chairs for them.

"Good evening, ladies, I'm Michael J. Arisco, your Captain for the voyage. It's my pleasure to have you here." He turned to Sally, "Miss Unger, everyone, thank you for joining me." He sat with every face, sans one, smiling at him. Sally was blushing and looking down at her napkin.

"I've looked for you and couldn't find you anywhere. I was going to knock on your cabin door but saw you were at my table tonight. A little switching of the place cards and, whalla, here you are. You're lookin very beautiful tonight."

All Sally could manage was a sputtered, "Thank you."

"There's dancing after dinner and I hope you'll honor me with the pleasure of a dance or two."

"It would be my honor, Captain."

"Please, call me Mike. We're past the formalities, aren't we?"

He was right out of a romance magazine. Handsome, gallant, electrifying, and down right sexy. His uniform fit him to a 't' and he oozed confidence. Sally expected he'd had a lot of practice at all of the above but was still mystified that he'd pay this much attention to her.

Dinner was superb, as usual, and conversation at the table pleasant. Captain Arisco gave each of his guests the proper amount of attention to assure they knew they were special guests of his. He gave Sally just a tad more than the others but no one seemed to mind. She was so pretty and soft-spoken not a soul at the table coveted the extra attention she received from their host.

The band began to play and Captain Arisco ask a lovely, elderly, lady to dance first. She was more than happy to have been asked and, blushing, glided to the dance floor on his arm. Mike was a graceful dancer and his partner followed his lead beautifully.

'Just like in the movies, thought Sally. The fact of the matter was that Sally felt like she was in a movie and none of this was real. She had never been in a room with so many beautifully dressed people and she was one of them. Her whole life she'd been on the outside looking in and, lo and behold, here she was ... one of 'them.'

She was glad she'd worn the slinky beaded dress that she turned to Candice and said "Thank you."

Candice just smiled at her, knowing how Sally felt. She felt much the same.

Captain Arisco danced with every woman at the table but Sally. Finally, he ask her to dance to a lovely old love song by Nat King Cole and Sally's heart skipped a beat. Thoughts of stepping on his toes kept running through her mind. Her mother had called it the 'what if syndrome' when Sally was growing up. Never had the phrase held more meaning than now.

Sally need not have worried. They glided across the dance floor as if they had danced forever as a couple. He twirled her, and swirled her, and she felt like a princess. Her dress flowed in all the right places and her eyes never left his. When the song ended, he dipped her as if she were but a petal on a flower ... so light and free. After the dance, she began to walk back to the table but he kept a firm grip on her hand and they danced again.

"I have to tell you, Miss Sally Unger, that you are the loveliest woman here."

She almost giggled but maintained her composure. "I'll bet you say that to all the girls." She smiled.

"No, just to the loveliest woman in the room and I haven't used that line in ages. In your case, it's not a line."

"You are the best babysitter I've ever met," she quipped, "and I like your style. You, sir, are the most handsome man in the room. And the most gallant, I must add."

"Sally, I know I'm being too bold but would you have drinks with me after dinner? It would have to be in my cabin."

She was suddenly afraid. "Are you asking me to go to bed with you?" Her voice quivered.

He laughed. "No, I'm not. I wouldn't mind if you did but it would have to be your idea, not mine. I'm asking you to join me in a brandy after dinner. Due to my position, it is best to go to my quarters if we want to have any privacy at all. We can talk there."

Sally was far away from Michigan, the prying eyes of her coworkers and neighbors, or the local gossips at the office. Only Brenda and Candice were here and they didn't count. They came on the cruse to have fun and they wouldn't hold a quiet brandy with the Captain against her or gossip about her.

"It's against my better judgment but, yes, I'd love to."

"That's a left handed compliment if I ever heard one." He laughed and his laugh vibrated against her body. "I don't want to force you,"

"You aren't. I just said that wrong. I'd love to have a brandy with you, Mike."

They danced a third dance and he escorted her back to the table. One of the older ladies ask him to dance and he most graciously accepted.

When the dance was over, he again ask Sally to trip the light fantastic around the floor; this time to a Latin number. To say Sally was petrified would be an understatement. "Go on, Sally, and make up proud," Candice said. "Show 'em how it's done back home."

Sally decided to follow Mike's lead and she'd be okay. Not great but okay. Once they began to dance, her natural rhythm took over and she was swinging her hips with the best of the best. Her slinky dress accented each move and they were the best couple on the dance floor.

Brenda and Candice were no wallflowers. Their three friends ... the 'fellas' as Brenda called them ... kept them busy with every dance except for the one dance with Captain Arisco. At some point in the evening, they went to another table and, without notice, disappeared. Sally wondered if they were in 'the fellas' cabin or her own. She realized it didn't matter. This was a turning point in her life and she felt good about her feelings. Every epiphany has its own rewards and hers was one of peace with herself.

At ten o'clock, the Captain ask to be excused. He said he had a busy day tomorrow and needed his beauty rest. Sally took his que and excused herself. If she thought they had fooled anyone, she was drop-dead wrong.

"Perhaps we could take a stroll around the deck before ending the evening," he said to her. The few couples felt at the table smiled to each other. What a stunning couple they made.

Rather than walk around the deck, they went to his cabin and he poured snifters of brandy for them. The orange scent was enough to cause Sally's head to spin and the way it warmed her stomach was delightful. She swirled the amber liquid in the glass as they talked and she sipped her drink.

"No, I've never been out of Michigan before this trip. My friends had to drag me by the hair to get me here."

"I'm glad they did. Have you enjoyed our hospitality so far?"

"Oh, yes! Everything has been perfect; I couldn't have asked for more. You run a tight ship, Captain, and everyone is so helpful. And the food! I may not fit into any of my suits when we get home."

"I must say you fit beautifully into that dress. Better yet, you make the dress look like a million dollars."

Sally blushed.

"You're a beautiful woman. You should always look like a million dollars no matter what you are wearing ... or not wearing."

"Why, Captain, I think you're flirting with me."

He chuckled. "Yes, as a matter of fact I am and I promised myself I wouldn't. Before I break any other promise, I suggest I walk you back to your cabin."

Though Sally was disappointed, she knew he was right. In another minute she'd had shed her dress and stood naked in front of him offering herself to him for the taking. Not a bright move on her part; this was just another tryst to him and she didn't want to fall in love with him.



Brenda and Candice were not in the cabin. For a moment, Sally thought of inviting Mike in and offering him more than a brandy. The sensible side of her took over but she almost relented when he bent and kissed her goodnight. A slow, warm, lasting kiss made her heart race. He began to breath hard and she felt his passion against her leg as his body reacted to her.

"I had better go before I invite myself in." He pulled away from her and his tented pants spoke volumes. "This doesn't happen to me and I'm afraid of you. You, Miss Sally Unger, are trouble."

"So are you." Her voice shook.

"Maybe I'll see you at breakfast. I eat at seven in the main dining room."

"Yes, maybe you will." Without another word, she opened the door and escaped the most attractive man she'd ever met and the one she knew she could easily fall in love with if she let it happen. She didn't want to be just another shipboard romance even for the sexy Captain Arisco.

She had just gotten into bed when her cabin mates arrived, laughing and giggling and three quarters drunk.

"So," she paused, "are you no longer Miss Goodie Two Shoes?" Candice pronounced every word distinctly or she would have slurred the sentence into one word.

Brenda was no better. "Did the handsome Captain have his way with you?"

Sally burst into tears. "No! Damnit, no ... I had one drink with him and he brought me back here. It was my choice and I'm a damn fool but I don't want to fall in love with him and I know I would and I know he'd break my heart and I know I'm stupid but that's the way I am."

"She's blubbering."

"Yes, she is."

"Do you always blubber when you fuck up?"

"A lot of help you two are! Thanks for all the understanding." Sally wiped the tears from her eyes.

"We ought to tie her up and have our way with her! That's what we outta do!"

"No, that wouldn't be any fun. She wouldn't like it and it's no fun if they don't like it."

Brenda looked at Sally as seeing her for the first time ... or as a tender new project ... "Can we tie you up and have our way with you?"

"No, don't you touch me! How dare you?"

"Well," Candice said to Brenda, "it looks like I get to tie you up tonight and have my way with you!"

They now acted as if Sally wasn't there. "Okay," said the drunk Brenda, "but I hope you do a better job than what's-his-name did. Armature. To hell with armatures. Let's go play."

Arm in arm they went into the bedroom and closed the door. The sounds from the room began in about ten minutes when it was evident one was spanking the other. The slapping sound became louder, harder and faster.

Sally pulled the covers over her head and tried to sleep. When she did finally sleep, she dreamed of the Captain pulling down her panties and giving her a sound spanking. What woke her, in a sweat, was the fact that she had liked it!

She looked at her alarm clock ... three o'clock in the damn morning and she was wide-awake. It was quiet in the other room. She lay there about fifteen minutes then decided to get up and take a moonlight walk around the deck. It should be deserted by now and she could think, reflect, on the past three days. Rather than dress, she put on her robe and slippers and made her way to the deck which was, as expected, empty of people.

She walked along the railing until she came to the deck chairs; she sat and was deep in thought when a familiar voice said, "Getting a moon tan?" It was Mike! "I couldn't sleep either and this is the perfect way to spend a sleepless night. The sea is beautiful at night with the moon shining on it."

If he could act as if this were a normal occurrence, so could she. "Yes, it is pretty. Why couldn't you sleep?"

"Dreams."

"I didn't think sea captains were allowed to have bad dreams."

"It wasn't bad; it was the kind that wakes a man from his sleep and won't let him rest again. You were in it."

"I don't understand."

"Come on, Sally, you can't be that naive. Please, don't tell me you've never heard of a wet dream before!"

"Oh. OH, my! And I was in it?"

She could see his grin in the moonlight. God, he was handsome. "You were. Want me to tell you about it?"

"No, I think I'll pass. My roomies came in drunk and spent hours playing sex games so I've had about enough of that for one night." Suddenly she realized what she had said. "Good God, I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry. What goes on in the cabin should stay in the cabin."

"I didn't hear a thing. Funny though how they were playing what I was dreaming."

"It's time for me to go." Though she said it, Sally didn't move.

"Walk me back to my quarters, Sally, and give me a goodnight kiss at the door. It's the least you could do for a poor over stimulated sea captain."

"I know what will happen if I do. And so do you. I can see it in your eyes."

"You are dressed for the occasion, my dear." He was still smiling.

"Lord, I forgot what I was wearing."

"You don't have to call me Lord, yet; Sir will do." His remark went so far over her head it was almost funny. The look she gave him was one of total confusion. "Come on ... I'll walk you back to your cabin and you'll be as safe as if you were with your mother."

Her next words came as a surprise to him. She was also surprised to hear herself say, "No, I'll go with you."



They met not a soul on their way back to Mike's cabin. "Will you come in for a brandy? It'll help you sleep."

"I don't think I came here for sleep, Mike; I came because you were in my dream and, for once in my life, I'm going to make a dream come true."

The cabin door was unlocked, he opened it, and she walked into the sitting room. Rank having its privileges, his cabin was bigger than hers, and there was room for a bar. "I'm going to help myself to a brandy and I wish you'd join me. We can talk. I want to know about your dream."

"I would have thought talking was the last thing on your mind. You have your choice of women on the cruise ... I know either one of my friends would kill to be here now. Why me?"

He poured two brandies and handed her a glass. "First, I never bring a woman here. It's not an everyday occurrence. I am not your slam, bam, thank you, ma'am, type. Before I become involved with a woman, I have to know her and love her. I'm trying to get to know you. You intrigue me. You have since I first saw you. There's an innocence about you that's mixed with a sensuality I've never seen before. You're open and truly the most unspoiled woman I've ever met." He paused. "Are you a virgin, Sally?"

"Talk like this scares me. I'm afraid you're just telling me what I want to hear. No, I'm not a virgin but I've been with only one man. I didn't know it but he was married and had two kids. I found out when his wife came to see me. So, you can see, I have limited trust in men because of him."

"I'm guilty of being married to my job. Being captain of this ship will always come first; she's the flagship of the fleet and I plan on keeping her that way. I know every detail about her and what's going on. My walk this morning isn't unusual ... I'd just left the kitchen on a surprise inspection. My telling you about my dream was true, though, because I did dream of you and me together. I want you in my bed more than I've wanted any woman." He paused. "Tell me about your dream."

"It starts before the dream." She told him about Brenda and Candice coming in drunk and wanting to tie her up and play sex games; she told him how their playing kept her awake; she told him she'd dreamed of him spanking her and her liking it. She held nothing back and by the end of the saga, a tear escaped her eye.

"Why would you cry about this? It's a perfectly natural reaction to dream about the unknown. You heard them playing and you wanted a taste of it. Sally, I'm in the lifestyle of D/s and BDSM so I understand your needs better than you do yourself. I expect I have to explain what D/s and BDSM are to you, don't I?" She nodded. He took his time and explained to her that he was a Dominant and sought out submissive females as partners. At one point, he unlocked a chest that held his 'toys'; Sally was both turned on and mystified by the contents.

She wanted to know what each item was for and what it did. She screwed up her face when he described the butt plug and her eyes danced when he showed her his doeskin flogger. Her eyes became as wide as saucers when he demonstrated the handcuffs on her.

"Now, Miss Sally, what would you do if I pulled down your panties and gave you an over the knee spanking?"

She shook her head. He ask if she would like to try it and promised to stop is she didn't like it. She nodded her head; she was incapable of speech as she was overwhelmed at what she'd heard. Her entire life had been unhappy because she dreamed of just such a scene and thought she was sick, demented, and different from everyone else. Surly, she thought, she was alone in her masochistic day, and night, dreams. Brenda and Candice had awakened the demon in her tonight. Now Mike Arisco was about to make a dream into reality and she was terribly afraid. Afraid the real thing wouldn't be as good as her dreams.

What she didn't know was that Mike was a believer in the 'old guard' and his main goal was to please his submissive during a session and use her to his own desires as well. Sally could be the submissive he'd been searching for to own as his own. Could be ... but would she be? Neither of them had touched their brandy. "Let's put these aside for now." He sat the glasses on the bar. "Now, stand up and walk over to me." She did. He was sitting in a large, armless, straight back chair near the bar.

He ran his hands over her body through her silky nightgown. He massaged her breasts and kissed her nipples through the flimsy material. He pulled her to her knees by her hair and kissed her eyelids as he pulled her hair ... soft kisses and hard tugs. She loved it. She moaned her pleasure and he smiled. He knew he had to go slowly with her as not to scare her but he wanted to give her an authentic feeling of submission at the same time.

"Sally Unger, you were born to be submissive. It's what's been wrong with your whole life. You were born to serve your Master. I am your Lord and Master and you will serve me as I wish. Do you agree?"

"Yes."

He tugged harder at her hair. "Yes, what?"

"Yes, Master."

He slipped his hands under her nightgown and ran his hands over her cool skin up to her waist. His touch was gentle. He cupped his hands around her buttocks. "You have a beautiful ass, Sally, and I plan on using it tonight for my personal pleasure. Do you agree?"

Eyes closed, Sally said, "Yes." She was breathing hard now and wanted more of what Mike was offering.

Without notice, he slapped her, very hard, across her ass. His tone stern and unforgiving, he said, "Yes, what?" He slapped her ass again. Tears sprang to her eyes. Her ass stung from his slaps and yet she still wanted more!

"Yes, Master!"

Once again, he slapped her ass. "Do not forget again, woman!"

"No, Master, I won't." He pulled up her nightgown and slid her panties around her ankles. "Get over my knees, woman." She complied.

A good BDSM spanking takes a long time. One begins slowly and works up to a fever pitch. Mike was an expert and soon Sally thought she was floating, her head spinning, and she was loving every minute of her adventure into this new world she's dreamed of for so long.

With each slap, Mike could feel the sting on the palms of his hands. He guided his submissive into never-never land slowly but she was more than ready for the experience. Had he not been concentrating so hard on his strikes, he would have been smiling at her reactions. His smiles would come later.

Sally was crying. "Shall I stop?"

"No, please, Master, don't stop."

Sally's ass was beet red. Now was the time for the paddle and he reached into his toy chest and brought out a leather-covered paddle. He rubbed the cool leather against her hot skin. It felt good. He began to gently tap her cheeks with it. She was moaning in pleasure until the taps became strikes with the paddle. Once she almost cried out for him to stop but didn't. The more he gave, the more she wanted!

His fingers touched her inside and she was so wet he was able to finger fuck her with ease. She was well lubricated and now he wanted to take her to orgasms ... many orgasms. Sally was delirious with gratification yet she kept having one orgasm after the other. Now Mike smiled. She was begging for more, calling him Master and Lord and Mike-my-Master.

When she was spent and like a rag doll over his lap, he removed the handcuffs and carried her to his bed. Gently, he laid her down and then curled himself around her, holding her in his arms. He had an erection and was hard as a rock; Sally could feel him against her. She rolled over. "Master, take me, please." She opened her legs for him.

Mike entered her and began to thrust in and out. His sex was rough and she responded in kind by bringing her pelvis up to meet him. They were both drenched in sweat.

"Now, Master, now," she almost screamed. "Please, now!"

He shot his cum into her and her vagina clinched his cock, pulsating to draw every drop of cum from him. She had never experienced an orgasm such as this and was like a wild woman.

Side by side, they rested. She had her head, her hair wet with sweat, resting on his chest. He was rubbing her back. Both were at peace, emotionally and sexually satisfied. Eventually they slept.

At six-thirty, the alarm clock went off, ringing in a new day. Mike was a morning person and woke up chipper. Sally was a grouch until she'd had at least two cups of coffee.

"Coffee. I need coffee," she said.

"You won't get a damn thing asking like that." She knew, immediately, that he wasn't joking. Last night came back to her in a flash.

"Master, may I have coffee, please?"

"I've already ordered a pot to be sent up. It should be here any minute. Stay in there until the server leaves." He shut the door to the bedroom.

He didn't hear her say, "Yes, Master," but was sure she'd stay where told without question.

When the coffee and pastries arrived, he rolled the cart into the bedroom. He poured her a cup then one for himself.

"We have somewhat a dilemma, Miss Sally."

"Have I done something to displease you, Master?"

"No, far from it. I'm a happy man this morning. The problem is getting you back to your cabin dressed in nothing but a nightgown and slippers!"

"Oooooh my god!"

"By now half of the staff knows someone is here with me so I might as well go all the way. The ship's store opens at nine and I'll buy you an outfit. Size four?"

"Six. Master, we could call Brenda and she could bring me some clothes."

"No, I want to dress you. I'll buy the outfit and you'll wear it."

"If you say so, Master, that's the way it will be."

Mike Arisco smiled. He'd found his submissive.

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