“Well, good morning.” As she said this, she snaked her hand down to wrap it around my exposed dick. She gave me a quick kiss. “That was a lot of fun. Round 2?”
Although my dick had already started to respond to her touch, and a part of me really wanted to take her curves out for a ride, I pulled back. “Oh, I…uh. I’m sorry. I think I’ve made a mistake.”
The woman looked offended but then smiled at me. She lifted herself up a bit, and rested her head on her hand. Her heavy breasts sagged under their own weight, inviting me to grope them. She looked like a 1950s pin-up stretched out seductively on the bed. “You don’t remember much, do you? You were pretty drunk at the bar.”
A new low for me. I blacked out and fucked a stranger. “No, I’m sorry. I don’t remember anything.”
She laughed. “Well that’s a shame. Because I remember it all. You were quite the animal. You must have really been working something out because it was the roughest sex I’d ever had.”
Shame flooded me. What had I done? Flashes of me tearing off a cheap, drooping-neckline shirt and grasping at her giant breasts raced through my mind. Next an image of me pushing her down onto the bed and holding her hands above her head as I pounded her.
She saw the guilt and horror on my face. “Oh, don’t worry. I was game for it. But you went after my body and punished my pussy so hard.” As she said this, she ran a hand over her body, caressing her own breasts lovingly. She turned her body, so she could look down at her ass. “Yup, left me those marks too.” I looked down to see some bruising where I had obviously spanked her and grabbed her ass as I fucked her.
Seeing the aftermath of my anger made me feel even worse. I got up and stepped back a bit. In doing so I realized I was still naked and began to grab for some clothes.
The woman got up a bit and crawled to my side of the bed. She took a hold of my bunched up pants in my hand. “No, no. It’s OK. It was thrilling.” She looked up at me with submissive eyes. “How about we see if you can do it again, but sober this time?” With her free hand, she cupped my balls.
I pulled away, and began hastily putting my clothes on. “No. I’m sorry. You’re really sexy and all; and I am going to kick myself for doing this later, but I have to go.”
Without waiting, and with my shirt not even buttoned all the way, I rushed out of her room. I ignored the stares and giggles from other passengers who were witnessing my walk of shame. I made it back to my room and jumped in the shower to wash the shame off.
I lay on the bed in my towel, staring at the ceiling, trying not to rage or cry. I steadied my breathing and fell asleep. I woke to the sound of my room phone ringing. I picked it up and tried to sound alert. “Hello?”
“Oh, sorry. Did I wake you?” It was Keiko.
“No, no. It’s fine. What’s up?”
“I want you to come to dinner,” she said.
“What? I don’t think that is such a good idea. Listen, before…it was a mistake-.”
“Steve. Come on. We had fun and no one got hurt. I don’t think it was a mistake. But, I don’t want to get into that. I feel bad about how we left you today and it sounds like you’ve had an awful day so far. Just come to dinner so we can talk about it. Just me and you.”
Just us two? I couldn’t help but think that meant that my daughter would still be with Jon doing god knows what.
Whatever, I’m hungry anyway. I agreed to meeting her for dinner and got myself dressed.
Despite my anger at the situation, and knowing that getting any further involved with Keiko was against my better judgement, I still got ready for a nice night out. I dressed myself well, put cologne on; almost as if I was getting ready for a date. I had to acknowledge that some sick side of my brain was still wanting to impress this young girl.
I made my way to one of the ships nicer restaurants and was shown to the table where Keiko was already waiting. It was a small table, and the setting was intimate. Walking up the to table I couldn’t help but get a bit excited. From the back I could see she was wearing a sexy, backless dress that was floor-length with a slit that showed off a generous portion of her legs. Despite her short stature, the effect of the slit made her legs seem long and inviting. As I made my way around the table, she gave me a smile and I tried to maintain eye contact. But the front of the dress drooped down and exposed the sides of her tits. I had always been a big fan of the under-rated side boob.
I took my seat, thankful that any growing erection could be hidden under a dinner napkin.
“You clean up nice,” she said to me, joking.
“No so bad yourself,” I said, a little too flirtatiously.
Keiko giggled, and being that she was an 18-year-old girl who probably didn’t have an ounce of subtly to her gave a little shimmy-shake to made her natural tits jump around. “Thanks! Isn’t this hot?”
That immaturity aside, Keiko actually did a pretty good job of engaging me. I felt awkward at first and kept wanting to bring up what’s been going on with Tiffany, but she somehow would just steer the conversation to neutral waters. By the time we were finishing our second round of wine and tucking in to our main course, I realized that we had somehow ended up on a date.
The conversation and laughter felt easy. I reminded myself that this little sexed up girl had some hidden maturity- if her Harvard acceptance was any indication. She had got me talking about my work, my life before having Tiffany, and women I’ve dated before Tiffany’s mother. For her part, she told me about her interests, her hopes to study engineering, and her one serious relationship she had.
It was only after the third round of wine that she brought up recent events.
“Look, Steve. I know you feel bad, but I loved every minute with you. You can’t deny that we have great chemistry.”
“I know,” I replied. I was tipsy enough to admit it to her. “But it doesn’t matter. I’m married. And you’re so young.” I tried to keep my objections simple.
Keiko shifted a bit, and knowingly turned her body a bit to expose more of her breasts. “You can resist all you want…” I felt a foot rest on my dick under the table -“But I think you secretly love being with a young girl.” Despite the table’s small size, I was still impressed at how far she could reach. Her shoes were off, and she used her toes to gently graze my dick under the table. I shifted uncomfortably, but didn’t get up.
Keiko smiled at my discomfort. “I think you like being with someone that reminds you of your daughter.”
I felt a spike of anger and began to object. “Wait a minute-,” but I felt Keiko’s foot push harder into my cock.
“Shhh. It’s ok. I don’t mind. In fact, it was a huge turn on last night.” I began to speak, but she interrupted me and kept up the pressure with her foot. At this point there was no denying the effect she was having on me. I was rock hard under the table. She knew what she was doing with that foot of hers. “Just let go Steve. Enjoy your vacation. Far away from the rest of your life. You can go back later. But for now,” she released her foot, “Just enjoy me.”