Cruising Through to Fulfilment

by Ann M Pratley

  She slid down his jeans and lowered herself to provide support to him as he stepped out of them and remove his socks. Now he was standing in only boxer shorts, hiding nothing that he felt. He put his hands out to her, helping her to stand up.

  David kissed her while she put her hands on him again - touching only his chest and back and trying hard to ignore that other part of him that told her that there was no doubt he was as turned on as she was.

  He shyly touched the lower edge of her t-shirt, still feeling like he had no right to be touching this young body. On feeling him touch it she used her own hands to close his around the hem and she guided him, raising their hands so that he could lift it over her head.

  She looked at him then, and loved the look of admiration on his face as he looked over her. She still had her bra on but even so, his hands explored her shoulders, the upper part of her chest, down over her tummy, and she could see him growing more confident, worrying less, as he undid her jeans and helped her out of them.

  Now she stood back from him, undoing and removing her bra, and stepping out of her underwear. She stood before him naked, not at all shy or timid, and he showed the same courage to stand and look at her, before making himself naked also.

  Tanya didn't look down - she didn't have to. She maintained eye contact with him and moved toward him to give him a full body hug and then walked into the shower, picking up the soap and starting to lather it into her hands. He followed, and let her wash his back and his front, always avoiding the most private areas. He returned the washing. He was turned on but he also marvelled at her body, and how confident she was.

  He washed down her body, taking time to lather soap over her nipples, lightly fondling them - appreciating the female form as he hadn't done in what seemed like forever - and when they were both clean he put some soap on his finger and touched her clitoris, moving it until she moaned and then climaxed in front of him.

  David was overwhelmed - she was so sexual, so alluring, in her manner and the way she looked and moved. He was rock hard - and did not know the last time he had felt like that. Now she was soaping up her hands - both of them - and starting to caress the length of him. Oh how exquisite! No-one had touched him in so long.

  He stopped her hands from moving, not wanting it to be over yet, and turned the shower off before helping her out and starting to dry her off; her doing the same to him.

  They walked hand in hand, naked, to the bed, where he lay her down and found himself no longer scared or worried - it didn't feel wrong being with her here, now. He looked down at her, lying naturally but seductively on the bed, but despite the beauty of her body, kept bringing his eyes back to hers. She was waiting for him to lead, as she had previously said she would.

  He lay down beside her and let his hands explore her softly. There was no rushing or desperation - it felt heavenly to be able to touch her, everywhere. And how refreshing it was, this openness. Despite him being so much older than her, this was new to him - being able to lie with someone openly, both of them feeling comfortable with no need to cover up.

  He let his hands explore and then kissed her again, to which she responded eagerly, and he was ready now to let go. No more holding back. He moved closer to her and started kissing her more passionately, bringing a groan from her that urged him on more.

  She leaned away from him, pulled a condom from beside the bed, and came back to him, still not sure if he wanted to move forward completely or not, so letting him know she wanted it and letting him make the decision.

  David looked at her, seeing the condom in her hand and realising fully that he wasn't imagining things - he wasn't misinterpreting anything - they both wanted the same thing.

  He pushed her onto her back and enjoyed moving closer to her, pleasuring her with his tongue, whilst enjoying the taste that he realised now he had missed for too long. She writhed and moaned, pushing up his level of passion, until she shuddered on his mouth. Now he was bursting with desire and had a need that well surpassed all of his previous reasons for not being close to someone.

  He lay beside her, put on the condom and pulled her to face him before lifting her top leg over his and working with her to ease together. They kissed while moving, facing each other on their sides, and he maintained a slow momentum in an effort to not rush and it be over with. It was exquisite, being inside of her, and he wondered again how he came to be in this place, with this beautiful young woman. Afraid it would be over too soon, he alternated between moving and then staying still, all the time kissing her and enjoying looking into her eyes and face. She let him take things at his pace, for which he was greatly appreciative, and on her face he saw the same pleasure he was feeling.

  Tanya enjoyed the feelings David was producing in her. This slowness - stopping and starting - was new for her. Always men had been in a hurry to get to the end, but this was delicious to her and she had no desire to change what he was doing so she happily gave him control and focused on the pleasure being shared with her. She listened to his breathing and could tell he was working hard to maintain calm. She watched his face and that, combined with him moving inside of her, and the way his position was stimulating her, resulted in her climaxing again.

  He watched her and saw her face at the moment and that, combined with the gripping of her muscles in orgasm, pushed him past his line of control. He let go, thrusting into her harder, and exploded in ripples he had forgotten were so sweet. He closed his eyes, letting the feelings rush over and through him. When he opened his eyes, he saw her watching him, smiling. He took a moment to catch his breath and smiled back at her, kissing those lips again.

  * * * *

  They lay together for quite some time, him stroking her back, buttocks and legs. It felt like coming home, revisiting a place of pleasure he had turned his back on. Still they kissed, each marvelling at the feeling of their lips combined, and the naturalness of how it felt to like together.

  Tanya pulled back to look at him, to see how he was feeling emotionally, but he looked relaxed and content.

  "Where did you come from?" he asked her, smiling shyly.

  She laughed softly. "I could ask you the same thing."

  "The day has almost gone," he said. "Was there anything you need or want to do?"

  She thought for a moment.

  "Actually, I'd like to go for a walk. The police asked about the restaurant I saw Brigitte in on my first night here, and I don't know the name. Would you like to walk with me to find it, so I can call them and let them know?" she asked, knowing it was breaking the peaceful bubble they were in.

  He nodded. "Okay."

  They got up, dressed and made their way out of the hotel, Tanya trying to recall her steps that night. Walking around, finally she found it - The Gift, it was called. She made a mental note of the name.

  "Do you want to go inside?" David asked and she shook her head.

  "No, I don't think I do. But would you be able to go in and ask them if they have a business card or something with their address and phone number on it?"

  He nodded and disappeared inside for a few minutes before coming back and handing a card to her.

  "Thank you. I will call the police when I get back to the hotel," she responded. "Are you hungry now? Do you want something to eat?" she asked, putting the card carefully into her wallet whilst giving him a luxurious smile.

  He watched her, aware of the cloud hanging over them, but smiled back at her.

  "Yes," he said suggestively and she laughed at him.

  "Food!"

  He laughed with her and they moved on to find a different restaurant to relax in.

  David watched her as they ate, appreciating her incredible appetite and appreciation for the food in front of her. He watched her lips as she talked, laughed and ate, and felt himself responding again. He felt so alive, for the first time in a long time, and it was invigorating to him. His mind was working overtime, waking up to the beauty of sex and all it offered in terms of exploration and pleasur
e.

  Tanya watched him, his face revealing his thoughts, and she was in awe of this older man who had appeared. She could see desire on his face again, and she blushed heavily, feeling shy all of a sudden. He saw it and it only deepened his need.

  "I want to take you back to the hotel," he said quietly and she didn’t need to think about that. Immediately she nodded and stood up quickly.

  "Yes please."

  * * * *

  Back at the hotel, she gave him her room key card and he opened and closed the door behind them quickly, not holding back now. Confidently he undressed himself and her, and lay down on the bed first, knowing what he wanted.

  "Move over me … no, turn around … yes," he said to her, guiding her so she was hovering over this mouth. He pulled her down to him so he could pleasure her with his tongue, tasting the sweetness of her.

  Tanya was excited with this new discovery. It felt so erotic being over him like this - she had never been in this position. His tongue felt exquisite, working from under her, and right in front of her she could see him, now very hard. She moved slightly, to be able to pleasure him at the same time with her mouth, and on doing so, heard him groan. It was not like anything she had ever experienced, this mutual pleasuring, and she found herself in a dreamlike state, enjoying the feelings he was bringing out in her, as well as how he felt in her mouth.

  David took his time, enjoying the taste of her. How easily she was turned on, he thought to himself. And her mouth on him was driving him closer so he took a moment to turn off his mind to those feelings so he wouldn't orgasm yet. He pleasured until he felt her shudder against him, and instructed her to move onto her back.

  After putting on a condom, he turned around and moved on top of her, easing in deliciously slowly, feeling her welcome him. On her face he saw, still, that same level of desire, and heard her moaning as he started to slowly move in and out of her, taking his time so it would last longer.

  Tanya enjoyed the feeling of him, again the slow movements, not in any way rushed or desperate, and wondered at him, already sharing with her so much about sexual pleasure. She looked into his eyes and pulled him to her to kiss him, and they were like that for a long time, slowly moving and kissing, until his climax crept up on him, shaking him as he was deep inside her.

  He relaxed on her, enjoying the feeling of his muscles twitching, like they were strings on a violin, and someone was lightly plucking them, over and over.

  He pulled off her and lay beside her, feeling blissfully exhausted and spent, and they smiled at each other.

  "You have definitely woken me up, after a long slumber," he said, smiling brilliantly at her.

  She was shy as she smiled back, saying, "Well I am very glad."

  She was intoxicating, he thought to himself - a blend of confidence, sexuality and shyness - and she was addictive.

  They climbed into bed, enjoying the feeling of closeness that comes with simple cuddling, and were soon both asleep.

  Chapter 11

  The spell was broken by the phone beside the bed ringing. On answering it, Tanya was confronted by the contrasting harshness of the police at the other end, requesting her to come down to the police station.

  She sat up. "Yes of course," she said, "I will be down there shortly."

  She looked around, confused because to her it seemed like it must be evening, but looking at the clock she saw it was after 8am. Beside her, where she thought David would be, were only covers pulled up where he had been, and a note on the pillow.

  'I didn't want to wake you. Call me after you get up - I'm in room 1134. David.'

  She took a moment to lie back in the bed, thinking about the day and night before. She had always considered herself sexual, but it was refreshing to be with someone of a different sexual ... style? No that wasn’t it, she pondered. It was more like sexual maturity - someone who had grown to understand the joy in not rushing through it just to get to orgasm, but to enjoy a long journey getting there. He had awakened in her different feelings, and different ways of seeing things.

  * * * *

  After a quick shower, she got ready to leave and went to the room number David had left in his note. She hadn't been to his room before - in fact, when she thought about it, she had never knocked on anyone else's hotel room door in her life, and again it was another new feeling.

  He opened the door and welcomed her in.

  She sunk into his arms, kissing him passionately, before remembering why she had come, and pulled away.

  "I had a call from the police so I'm heading down to see them now," she said, trying to not enjoy David's kisses on her neck too much.

  He pulled back and looked at her.

  "Do you need some support?" he asked, also broken from the passionate embrace.

  She shook her head.

  "No, I need to go and talk to them alone," she answered, before kissing him again. "I will see you later?"

  "Okay," he replied, hugging her tightly. "Good luck."

  She smiled at him and removed herself from the room, knowing where she would rather be than at the police station.

  * * * *

  Upon arrival, Tanya gave her name and asked for the officer who had initially questioned her at the hotel. After a few minutes he came out and greeted her.

  "Please come this way," he said formally, leading her down a maze of corridors and into a room.

  Upon instruction to do so, she sat down at the desk, with him opposite. She pulled out her wallet with the card inside.

  "I walked around last night and found the restaurant I saw Brigitte and that man in," she said, handing it to him. "This is a card from there."

  He took it and looked at it. "Thank you. What night was that?" he asked and she told him again. He paused, writing down notes. "I need to ask you some more questions about the man you said you spent time with - Greg."

  She looked at him, her stomach churning at possibilities now.

  "Can you tell me more about what he said about the victim? How he felt about her? What their current relationship was?"

  Tanya scrambled her mind in an effort to try and remember what had been said to her.

  "Okay … umm … I don't remember him mentioning her on the cruise, so the first I saw or heard of her was after we disembarked," she said, taking a moment to really think back to whether he had said anything about Brigitte before then or not. "Greg got off the ship before me and I was supposed to meet him inside the terminal when I got off, with the plan that we would leave the terminal together. But when I walked through, I saw him arguing with her, inside the terminal, so my friend Tracey and I walked out, leaving Greg with the woman he was with."

  "So you didn't leave the terminal together - he was still with her then?"

  "That is right. Tracey and I had coffee together at a café across the street from the terminal, and then later I went to the hotel…"

  "And he was booked into the hotel with you?"

  She shook her head.

  "No, I had booked the room just for myself for the week, for sightseeing while here, and Greg had asked if he could stay with me for the week, so the intention was that he would just stay in my room with me. But he wasn't registered at the hotel to stay in my room, no."

  "And when did he come to the hotel?"

  She had to think back then. "Maybe a couple of hours after I checked in? I was in my room when the front desk phoned me and told me there was someone at the desk to see me, so I went down and he was there, and came up to my room then."

  "Did he offer you an explanation about the woman he was with at the terminal?"

  "I asked him to tell me about her," Tanya replied, nodding. "He told me that she had broken his heart - I think from what he was saying that she might have cheated on him with someone. He didn't talk as though he thought they would get back together - he said he would never trust her again."

  The officer continued to write more down, only looking up at her now and then.

  "Is there anythin
g else you remember from that conversation - the way he described her?"

  She shook her head. "No."

  "Okay. So later that night? You went to dinner at this place - 'The Gift'?"

  She nodded.

  "Yes, we walked around for a while and then went into that one. We sat down and had meals. We were just about finished when Greg seemed to hear something, and then Brigitte and the man walked past our table."

  "Did she see the two of you then?" he asked and she shook her head.

  "I don't think so. They seemed to walk right past us and not see us until we stood up to leave … then Brigitte was at our table, starting a fight with him."

  "With … the man she was with?"

  "No, with Greg. She came back to our table and started yelling at him."

  "What was she yelling?"

  "She said I was the reason he hadn't left the terminal with her … and then she started saying things like how she wanted him back, they were meant to be together … I left shortly after that began."

  "But the man in this photo was there also? Was he part of the argument?"

  She shook her head. "Not directly. He came up to Brigitte and grabbed her arm, and tried to pull her away."

  He looked at her.

  "How forceful do you think he was?"

  Tanya thought about that.

  "He grabbed her arm and pulled at her, but she didn't move, so I guess he wasn't too forceful…"

  The officer wrote more down - the page was starting to look very full, given that she felt like she did not have anything to really offer as far as information went.

  "Would you say Greg was angry with what was happening?"

  "I don't know … he seemed frustrated that she had turned up again, but I don't know about his anger level."

  "So you left the restaurant alone?" he asked and she nodded in reply. "How was he when you saw him again?"