Date: Fri, 21 Mar 2003 10:02:15 -0500
From: Patricia G <patricia51fem@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cruise-Ship-Cruise

   I woke up and stretched my arms over my head, then twisted a bit to get
the kinks out of my back. More than that I couldn't seem to find the room to
do. I did sit up just a bit to look around. All in all, a much more
satisfactory cabin than the one I was sitting in only a few hours ago. This
was a suite, and the other did not come with a black haired head on the
pillow on my left nor a light brown one on my right. Sighing, I settled back
and thought back to yesterday......

   "I can't believe I let you talk me into this", I scolded my friend Robert
as we unpacked in the lower deck cabin we were assigned to by the purser's
staff.

   "Nina, come on....you said you would and just try to have a good time",
Robert replied.

   I sighed, "okay, I'll give it a whirl. But you know that as far as I can
tell everyone on this cruise came two by two. AND since I'm supposed to be
your girlfriend I can hardly go looking for other companionship can I?"

   I can tell that needs explaining. Robert is my friend, a wonderful
good-looking guy, who happens to be gay and employed with one of our mote
stuffy banking corporations. Hardly a place for him to be out at. So when he
was invited on this cruise by the senior executives and told to bring the
girl he had told them about he needed to find one. And since I was off work
and not doing anything, I became his girl. Well, it was a free cruise, there
would be free food and drink and my social calendar wasn't crammed. I went.

   The first night of the cruise was scheduled for a get-acquainted party
followed by a formal  dance in the ballroom latter. The banks officials had
decided to hold their dinner separately but also formal Since my bank
balance was as bare as my social live I had opted for a simple green floor
length dress with a high waist that did accentuate my long legs. Since I am
5'9" I decided to wear strappy sandals with only a one inch heel. With my
hair fixed and a light application of makeup I was ready.

   Three hours latter I decided I had been overoptimistic. I had not been
ready for an evening of good food accompanied by long boring conversations
and speeches punctuated by bad jokes. The only saving grace cam from the
fact that all the elderly executives and their spouses were to worn out from
all their self congratulations to go to the ballroom. I was just waking up
from a nap it seemed as they all rose and left. NOW I was ready.

   Any law against a girl having a wrong opinion? Only a few minutes into
our time in the ballroom Robert excused himself. Apparently he had already
made a connection with someone on the ships crew. He told me that with any
luck he would not be spending the night at our cabin. Since he is my friend
I wished him good luck. Since he was also responsible for leaving me on the
high seas all dressed up and alone I hoped that sometime during the night he
would fall overboard. I moodily drank my second cocktail of the evening and
looked around. Surely my luck would HAVE to change sometime.

   And then it did. A woman came through the door to the ballroom. She stood
there for a moment, letting her eyes adjust, then walked to the bar. As she
ordered a drink she looked around the ballroom, which allowed me to look
over her. She was an older woman than my 38 years, probably late forties or
early fifties. She had a runners stride and bounce and was dressed to the
nines indeed. She had on a long dark red skirt and matching jacket over a
white blouse. From the slit in the side of the skirt I could see dark
stockings over some very fine looking legs and a pair of black three inch
heels. She had very light brown hair over her shoulders. I waited to see if
someone else was coming in with her. After all, it was not a singles cruise.

   Someone else did. This time it was a woman about my own age. She was much
more slender than the older woman. I had already swallowed hard at the first
woman's entrance and now I found myself doing it again. Black hair framing a
face that was not beautiful, but was so striking. It matched her backless
black gown held up by a choker collar. Her lipstick was lighter than the
deeper red shade the older women wore. As she walked to the bar I looked for
someone trailing behind her. She seemed to be alone also.

   When the bartender served the younger women she seem to make some off
hand remark almost to the empty air. She turned to the other as the older
woman made some reply. The two of the exchanged a few words and a smile.
Darn my luck I thought. Finally someone else alone comes in and she
immediately meets the only other woman by herself other than me. I could not
hear the words they were exchanging but their body language seemed to
indicate that they were just meeting for the first time. I turned more
toward them and strained my ears trying to pick up their conversation.

   Then they both turned to look around the room. Of course the older one
looked right at me trying to eavesdrop. I flushed, completely embarrassed
and turned my head. "Oh great Nina", I thought, "Busted big time". Trying to
maintain any semblance at all of self assurance I almost jumped out of my
skin when I heard a soft voice. "Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?"

   My head snapped around. The older woman was standing with her hand on the
chair next to mine.  The younger woman in black was right behind her moving
to the chair on the left. The older one had a very pleasant smile on her
face. I was drawn to its warmth, as well as the green eyes above it.

   "Please.......sit down", I managed to stammer. They both seated
themselves immediately. I watched them both, noting to myself that the
younger woman's eyes had followed the slit of the older woman's skirt where
it was giving a glimpse of her stocking legs a bit above the knees. I had
followed her gaze and enjoyed the view myself. I also caught a flash of
something familiar in the way the younger woman had quickly appraised both
the other woman and me.

   "I'm Jane", the younger woman offered with a smile.

   Although I was sure it was a sad joke that she had heard way too often I
asked any, "And Tarzan?"

   "No Tarzan", she laughed.

   I laughed with her, as did the older woman.

   "I'm Patricia, call me Pat", offered the older woman. "My Tarzan, who
acts like he thinks he's 20 instead of 50 sometimes, wrecked his patrol car
last week and is in traction. He insisted I come on this cruise. He said we
had paid for it and I deserved it and should just have twice as much fun to
make up for him." I enjoyed her soft accent. While Jane was British, Pat was
apparently from one of the southern US states. "How about you?" asked Pat
further, touching my arm with her fingertips. "Name and Tarzan status,
please!"

   "I'm Nina", I said. That was the easy part. I mentally shrugged. Well,
nothing ventures. "No Tarzan". I paused and took a deep breath. "You see I'm
gay". I waited for the reaction.

   "I see", said Pat, who smiled and never moved her hand.

   "Okay", smiled Jane. "Well I'd like to propose a toast. To the three
oddballs out."

   I was surprised but very pleased with their relaxed acceptance of my
statement. Jane, although I might have been imagining it, seemed to have a
bit of a twinkle in her eyes. Pat was simply smiling calmly and squeezed my
arm briefly before picking up her drink. I smiled shyly at both of them and
then we all laughed and said together "To the three oddballs!"

   Over the next hour we had several more drinks and proceeded to become
friends. I explained about Robert. We talked all about our jobs and places
we had been and would like to go. Pat showed pictures and told stories of
her husband and grown children. Jane told about breaking up with her last
boyfriend and I, hesitantly at first, mentioned the failure of my last
relationship. I was rally moved by their sympathy to it. I had already
noticed that Jane seemed to be looking with more and more interest at me
..... and at Pat too. While I had pretty much decided that Pat was the
obvious straight woman in our trio I thought she was very attractive and
thought it was nice how open and understanding she was.

   During our get acquainted session the ships orchestra had been playing
dance music, mostly older songs of course, but nice background for our chat.
Couples had been dancing by our table on the edge of the floor. The band had
taken one break and had just begun another set when we lapsed into
comfortable silence for a moment. The slow song the band had just begun was
an old favorite that I began to hum, moving my head a bit to the music. I
think that was what gave Jane her idea.

   "Nina", she said, with a devilish hint in her eyes "Dance with me."

   I was stunned. Not that the idea didn't appeal to me. Jane appealed to
me. I looked ay Jane, then at Pat and gestured around the room full of
people.

   "Jane, are you kidding me? Look at this crowd. They'll probably tar and
feather us. Tell her Pat!"

   My request for help from Pat got a surprise answer. "Oh, go ahead Nina.
They've all been looking at us sideways for the last two hours already. Have
some fun. It won't change their opinion, and frankly I'm not worried about
it anyway."

   With that Jane pushed her chair back, rose and walked over to me. She
slid my chair back, offered me her hand and we took the half dozen steps to
the polished wood floor. Slipping our arms around each other we began to
move to the music. At first we held each other almost at arms length, but
then as the soft rhythm of the music took over we moved closer and closer
until we were completely engulfed in each other. If there were any comments
from the other people I didn't hear them. Jane's body felt so incredibly
right against mine. We moved slowly, our hands stroking each others' backs,
our bodies becoming as one. As we felt the heat rise between us I stared
into Jane's eyes. We were almost at a standstill although our bodies still
swayed together as one. Jane slowly brought her face closer, her lips
approaching mine, our eyes locked. Then, as suddenly as the breaking of a
spell, the music stopped. Startled, we parted.

   Almost blushing we returned to the table. Still, we continued to hold
hands as we came to out table. I smiled as I saw that Pat had pushed two
chairs close together and moved our drinks to those places. We sat down and
I saw that Pat had our drinks freshened. She had relaxed back in her chair
and swung her feet up onto the fourth chair where they rested with her
ankles crossed. I noticed once again that she still had very attractive
legs.

   "Alright you two", Pat asked with mock seriousness, "Why no kiss?
Couldn't you hear me urging you on?"

   "How about you?", Jane shot back. "Didn't I see a very nice looking guy
standing over here before we even got to the dance floor? What was all that
about?"

   Pat laughed, "I do have to admit it was very flattering to have a good
looking Tarzan try to pick me up. But I already have all the guy I'll ever
want. So even though it was very good for my ego I told him no thanks." With
that Pat swung her legs back to the floor and gathered up her purse and her
drink. I realized her next remark would probably have to do with being a
third wheel and she was getting ready to go. I didn't want her to do that
and spoke almost without thinking.

   "Pat, tell me something." She looked at me with a questioning smile and
waited. I took a deep breath and blurted out the rest of my thought, "Is it
only a Tarzan that you find attractive? Or might you find another woman
attractive too?"

   For a moment there was no reaction, no sound at all at our table, as
though all three of us were holding our breath collectively. Then Pat
blushed and whispered, "No, its not just Tarzans that I find attractive."
She looked quickly at Jane and then right into my eyes "I was attracted to
you, to both of you, as soon as I saw you."

   I smiled and touched her hand with my free hand. She swallowed and then
wrapped her fingers around mine. She shook her hair back and smiled at both
of us.

   "Well then", I said recklessly. "I think you better dance with me then
Pat."

   Her face lit up "Lets go then woman", beginning to laugh.

   For the next hour the three of us danced. We danced slow dances and fast
dances we took turns dancing with each other and all three of us danced at
the same time together. Jane bought two bottles of wine and we went through
them both. Finally, as the band announced the last set, Jane told and told
us it was time for a nightcap in her cabin.

   The three of us moved unsteadily down the hallway to the lift. The more
we found each other leaning on and supporting and guiding each other the
more we began to laugh and carry on. And the more we needed to help each
other down the hall the more a light touch on an arm became a firm hold.
Fortunately the lift door was open and we were the only ones using it. As
soon as the doors closed Jane put her arm around Pat's waist and kissed her.
Returning the kiss, Pat reached out almost blindly and caught me with her
hand and drew me in.  Then we were holding each other, our lips meeting in a
three way kiss, our arms tightly holding us together.

   It could have only been a few moments but it seemed we were locked
together for an hour before the left pinged and the doors opened. Jane led
the way in a mad dash down the hall. Pat caught her heel in a chink of the
decking. Pulling her foot free she scooped up her shoe and hopped down the
hall after us trying to take the other one off. When she succeeded she put
on a burst of speed and caught us as Jane opened the door to her cabin and
ushered us in.

   "Wow", I exclaimed. Cabin was hardly the word. This was a suite.

   "Yes, well the company is paying for it," Jan commented. Snagging another
bottle of wine from a cooler she turned, winked and crooked her finger as
she backed through one of the doors.

   Following her in the first thing that caught my eye was the huge bed. I
could not resist. I ran and leaped on it, rolling and laughing. Then I sat
on the edge, my dress in disarray and started taking off my sandals. Looking
at the others, I saw Pat hesitate, then take a deep breath and walk to the
dresser. Placing her purse on it she took the rings off her left hand and
carefully placed them inside. Turning around she casually dropped her jacket
on a chair and walked to Jane.

   Jane extended her arms and Pat stepped into them. As their lips met in a
deep kiss Pat reached around Jane's neck and undid the top of her dress. As
the choker top opened it immediately fell between them exposing Jane's
lovely breasts. About a 36C they were just a bit smaller them mine with
large brown aureole and stiff nipples. As Pat continued to kiss Jane she
slid her hands down over Jane's breasts , pausing for only a moment to
stroke the nipples. The her hands fell farther down to Jane's hips. Pat
slipped to her knees as she drew Jane's dress all the way off and helped her
step out of it. Planting a single kiss directly on the front of Jane's
panties Pat stood up, and when she did her skirt remained on the floor.

   Jane reached behind Pat and undid the buttons on her blouse and pulled it
down over her arms. As Pat began to cup and finger Jane's breasts again Jane
unhooked the front of Pat's black lacey bra, letting her breasts free. They
were smaller than Jane's, about 34B, with pink nipples that immediately
sprang erect as Jane took them in her fingers and began to roll and lightly
pinch them. A moan came from Pat and she tightened her own hands on Jane.

   As I sat on the bed I looked at the contrast between them. Both about the
same height, Jane was more athletic looking, her curves around a tight
stomach and long slender legs. Pat was more rounded, with heavier softer
curves. Her smaller breasts sagged just a bit while Jane's stood firmly.
Both women wore dark thigh high stockings attached to black garter belts and
topped with black panties.

   Just as I was beginning to feel like the fifth wheel Pat turned and
walked straight to me. Taking my hands she drew me to my feet. With one long
look into my eyes she began to kiss me. I felt her tongue slip from between
her dark red lips and trace my lips. My mouth opened to admit her and she
began to hungrily explore my mouth. At the same time her hands reached
behind me, rubbing my back and then sliding the zipper down on my dress. I
felt myself respond immediately to her demanding attentions. My dress was
gone, then my bra. Pat plunged her hands inside my pantyhose to cup my
cheeks and rubbed her breasts against my larger ones.

   "Me too" announced Jane as she suddenly wrapped her arms against both of
us, sending us all three crashing to the bed in a lovely tangle of limbs and
bodies. Somewhere in the laughter and confusion my pantyhose were stripped
off as well as the other two women's panties. By the time things settled
down I found myself flat on my back with Pat laying on my left leg. Her
right hand had settled onto my breast and her left one had slid under me.

   As I felt one set of Pat's fingers tease my nipple and the other set
gently touching my bottom I suddenly stiffened and gasped as I saw her head
dip between my outspread legs and her warm breath blow across me. Her tongue
stroked all over my wet puffy lips then slipped into me. Slowly she began to
lick me up and down, settling deeper and deeper into me> I was already
soaking wet there and her eager ministrations made my hips begin to move in
rhythm to her licks.

   Then I felt her body tense and a moan escape her lips where they had
settled on my pussy. Opening my eyes I realized the cause of that was Jane.
She had one of Pat's legs lifted in the air and her face was now buried deep
into Pat's more mature slit. every move by Jane seem to produce a reaction
by Pat, to my intense delight.

   Jane's body was parallel to mine and farther up the bed. Her free hand
reached for mine without looking and brought it to her own needy wetness.
Without thought I spread her lips and plunged two fingers deep into her. Her
own hand then moved to her left breast where she began to knead and pinch
her own nipple.

   It was heavenly. Every movement of my fingers into Jane produced not only
moans but also a corresponding effort by her mouth to Pat's pussy. And of
course that made Pat's licking and touching of me even more intense.

   I began to roll my head from side to side as I felt myself began to build
towards my release. My thumb found its way to the top of Jane's dripping wet
slit and touched her already unhooded clit. The very first caress produced a
muffled cry from Jane and her hips began to move against my hand. Faster and
faster I moved my fingers in her and rubbed her erect nub. Jane's face
seemed to disappear into Pat. Whatever Jane was doing seemed to drive Pat
completely over the edge. She moved to my clitoris and began to lick and
suck it. Her one hand squeezed my breast and tugged my nipple. The other
traced down between my cheeks to my rosebud, already wet with the overflow
from  where she was eating me. My hips were beginning to buck against the
pressure of her tongue. I knew it. I knew what she was about to do.

   Then Pat did do it. As I felt Jane's internal muscles clamp tight around
my fingers Pat's long slender forefinger slid deep into my ass. Impaled by
it at one opening and her tongue at the other I all but screamed as my
orgasm crashed over me like a giant wave. Jane arched against me with a wail
of her own. Finally I felt Pat's head tip back and a long cry of pleasure
escape from her.

   I thought my aftershocks would never end. Again and again I spasmed. Oh
it felt so incredible.  Somehow we all untangled and curled up together.
Gentle but firm kisses were exchanged and I thrilled to taste myself on
Pat's lips. We settled down, satiated for the moment, and I gave a soft sigh
to be in the middle with a lovely woman on each side.............

   Glancing again at each of the women sleeping beside me I was tempted to
start the touching and kissing that I was sure would lead to a repeat of
last night. Feeling a delicious tiredness settle back on me I snuggled under
the covers and back to my two lovers. After all, there were still five days
left on the cruise. I yawned and drifted back to sleep.