If she were able to think of it in terms of delightfully partaking of a much needed fucking, she was okay. She knew there were big differences in their philosophies of sex when she heard him spouting his religious feelings about it.
She had to think of other things to keep her mood light. It was heady stuff. Twenty-three years old and married to a man she had known for little more than a week. She hadn’t even e-mailed her parents yet despite thinking the contact might be welcome. Vicki wasn’t sure she was going to. She had enough to worry about without wondering how her unpredictable parents might take the news.
They needed time to adjust to being married themselves first. Vicki was suddenly happy that they were keeping their marriage a secret. The less who knew, the safer the secret would remain, and hopefully by the time they revealed the news, no one would be surprised.
Meanwhile they would have to meet in creative ways and places to have sex. That didn’t bother Vicki a bit. Even with her history, she was still exhilarated with the possibility of getting caught. She’d fantasized about screwing in one of the lifeboats even though they were hanging under the passengers’ decks.
Vicki spied Ron at the top of the gangway. He waved and waited for them to join him on the ship. Miklos dropped her hand to shake Ron’s when he offered his congratulations. Her hand must have been sweating because it felt cool and damp without Miklos’ wrapped around it. Could she still be sweating from their extended bout of sex-play? Lord knows they worked up a sweat when they were boffing at full-steam.
“I have a surprise for you two,” Ron said.
Vicki’s ears perked up. “What kind of surprise?”
“Nothing fancy, don’t get your hopes too high. Follow me.” Ron led them down the familiar stairs to a narrower metal stairway. It lead somewhere deep in the bowels of the ship where Vicki had never been.
The sound of the engines grew progressively louder until it assaulted her ears. She had to shout to be heard. “Where are you taking us?”
“What?”
“Where are we going?”
Ron turned a corner and pointed to an empty spot hidden by the ship’s large machinery. “I wanted to show you this place,” he shouted.
Vicki looked from Miklos to Ron and shrugged. “All right. Why?”
“What?”
“Why?”
Ron grinned. “This is my secret spot to screw. Women can scream as loud as they want here. No one will hear you.”
Wicked! An interesting assortment of sex toys lay on the floor. A box of edible undies, a neon green vibrator, and strawberry massage oil. Oh, yeah, she imagined having her undies nibbled while her breasts were being thoroughly massaged. Then he’d have to turn her over and massage her back while he nibbled her bum. The vibrator was probably to be used while he was busy in other places.
Miklos raised his eyebrows and watched Vicki giggle. She hugged him around the waist and shouted toward his ear, “Want to try it out?”
He nodded, cupped her chin in his hand and kissed her.
“Not just yet,” Ron shouted. “Come with me.”
They followed him around the narrow passageway and Miklos and Ron had to duck their heads a few times. When they arrived at a door marked “Engine Room,” Ron stepped inside. It was somewhat quieter in there and he didn’t have to shout over the deafening sound.
“Well, what do you think of my wedding present?”
Vicki hugged him around the neck. “It’s perfect! I can’t wait to use it--all of it!” She winked at Miklos.
Suddenly a small crowd of people popped out from around a corner and yelled, “Surprise!”
Vicki gasped, and eight crewmembers all had a good chuckle.
Ron continued talking as if nothing had happened. “I figure it’s better than being kicked out of my cabin every night, even though sleeping with Simone wouldn’t bother me a bit.”
“Ha!” Simone called out. “Bon chance.”
Vicki grinned when she saw her roommate.
“Just try it,” Simone goaded. “I might toss you out, and you’d have nowhere to go.”
Ron snorted. “I’d find a bed to sleep in. Don’t worry.”
Simone rolled her eyes. “Ron and I have one more present for you.”
Vicki noticed that the bartender was rolling out a keg. She recognized most of the others. There were the Brits she had met before, the Island ‘mon,’ a couple of the spa girls besides Simone, and two of the waiters she didn’t know yet, but they seemed friendly.
“Didn’t you know the wedding was a secret? Simone, I know I told you it was. Ron, didn’t you know?”
“Sure. Simone stopped me before I announced it over the ship’s loudspeaker. C’mon guys. It’s not every day you get married. Besides, no one down here is going to say a word. This is where we have most of our secret parties.”
Norie, one of the South African girls from the spa, said, “How do you think we cope with Gizela? We call an emergency party every time she has PMS.”
Miklos had been very quiet, and Vicki was beginning to wonder what was going through his mind. Perhaps he was uncomfortable. She was too, considering she had only wiped herself off with some leaves, hadn’t washed up at all, and both of them probably reeked of sex.
“We can’t stay very long,” Vicki said.
Simone stood and put her hands on her hips. “I know you two want to get to the honeymoon, but we’ve been planning this for an entire three hours! Not only that, but I almost squashed the captain getting this keg in here! I could have lost my job!”
Vicky stared at her. “Lost your job? What do you mean you squashed the captain?”
Ron began laughing and before long, Simone chuckled too.
“Well, Ron was carrying the keg, so I ran ahead of him and opened doors...”
“She opened this last door,” Ron interrupted, “and something behind it kept her from opening it all the way, so she leaned on it...”
Simone slapped her hand over Ron’s mouth, so she could finish her story. “When I let go of the door and it swung shut, and guess who was standing behind it?”
Vicki’s hand covered her mouth in horror. “Oh no. The captain? What did he do?”
“He smiled, winked and left. I guess he must have been young once.”
The room echoed with giggles and laughter until Vicki noticed Miklos brooding. She stood up straight to whisper in his ear. “What is it, luv?”
“I...I miss my people, Vicki.” The titters died down just as he was speaking. “If this were my camp we’d be celebrating our marriage by dancing around the fire and playing music and singing all night long.” He looked up to see several sets of eyes on him. “This is very kind of you. I didn’t expect anything at all. Your efforts reminded me of my kin, that’s all.”
One of the waiters answered. “That is why we are here. I’m Ludvig and this is Fredrico. We are Rom too. If you ever want to speak Romanes, well, Fredrico is a little rusty, but I think I can manage it if you’d like to hear your native tongue.”
The other one, with less of an accent said, “We’d be happy to show you some Rom Internet sites and chat loops…”
Miklos perked up. “Thank you. I would enjoy that.”
The Englishman that Vicki had met in the crew bar slapped Miklos on the back and said, “We all have things and people we miss, mate.”
Vicki nodded. “I miss my family at times like this too, luv. They’d like you. At least, they’d like the way you feel about me and the way you treat me. I can hardly believe I found someone as wonderful as you and that we both fell in love so fast and so hard.”
The girls let out an “Awww…” and even Simone smiled and sighed.
Ron said, “We need to be each other’s friends and family now. Even the guy who’s on duty in here is happy for you two and he doesn’t even know you. He wants to be the lookout as soon as he finishes his beer. The captain may be tolerant, but the ensign on duty isn’t. The captain may even ask him to check on us in a while to
make sure things don’t get out of hand.”
A uniformed man that Miklos had never met shook his hand and Vicki’s, wished them the best of luck, then downed the rest of his mug and stepped out the way they had come in.
Barbara said, “So, we’ll be singing and dancing around the engines all night! Toss in a kegger, and you’ve got yourself a party!”
Ron and the Jamaican, whom they called, “The Voodoo man” lifted the keg. The bartender tapped it, and the eager crowd presented their mugs to be filled. Simone brought out a CD player. Vicki tried to guess what Miklos was thinking. She didn’t have to wait long. Simone pushed a button and “Take My Breath Away” began to play. He swept her into a warm bear hug and whispered in her ear. “It seems that everyone knows our song, my love. Will you dance with me?”
She happily slipped her arms around his neck, laid her head against his shoulder, and closed her eyes. Miklos rested his cheek on her hair. They began to move in a soft sway to the melody and Miklos quietly sung the words to her. Vicki was aware of the guests murmuring, but only made out a few of their comments.
One of the spa girls said, “So romantic.”
As they danced in a slow, tight circle, Miklos stroked her back filling her with warmth and the resonance of love. She let out a sigh and was so content she could have purred.
The Voodoo man with his Jamaican accent said, “I’ve seen this before on my island. It’s a magical love.”
What did he mean by that? She felt magic in the air as she embraced her true love and guessed that it must show on their faces. Still the tone of the Jamaican’s voice was one of worry or concern and left her uneasy.
Chapter Seven
Several mugs of beer later, a sudden knock made the guests jump and scurry for hiding places. Simone shut off the music as the Jamaican rolled the keg out of sight. The door opened and the fellow that had volunteered to be lookout stepped around it. “Officer on deck.”
Vicki and Miklos jogged around the corner with the others. Both managed to hide just before the door opened. The engineman on duty could be heard speaking to someone. “Sir?”
“Any problems, tonight?”
“No, sir.”
“I thought I heard something.”
“No sir.”
No one stirred during the moment of silence that followed.
“Carry on.”
When the door closed again, the guests let out the collective breath they had been holding.
He reappeared and announced, “All clear, but the party’s over.” He turned to Miklos and said, “Sorry, man. I hope you understand.”
“Of course. I wouldn’t want your thoughtful gesture to get you in trouble.”
Ron elbowed Miklos and whispered, “There are two pillows and several blankets for your bed in the private corner I showed you--courtesy of the laundry dude who couldn’t join us.”
“Are you sure it’s safe?”
“Positive. I’ve had dozens of women in that same spot. Used it at least a hundred times.”
“So, are you going back to our cabin?”
Ron showed his gleaming, white smile and shook his head. “Not if I can help it. I’ll try to find some beautiful woman without a cabin mate for the night. Or two that wouldn’t rule out a threesome.”
Miklos didn’t understand the immorality of his roommate, but it was none of his affair. Perhaps Ron hadn’t been as lucky in love as he was. How could anyone be so lucky? He had been the recipient of a miracle. This woman, thousands of miles away, had been revealed to him, and he had been led to her. Now she was his forever.
He remembered his gift that still lay hidden beneath her mattress, but he could wait a little longer to give it to her. He wanted to present it with its explanation. Otherwise she might just think of it as an interesting twig and toss it into the wastebasket. It was much too important to be thrown out with the trash.
Right at that moment, however, he was looking forward to being with her naked again. The completeness he felt when their bodies were coupled could only be explained as a spiritual experience with destiny’s blessing. He couldn’t wait to feel the exquisite sensation of orgasming inside her, feeling her pussy muscles clench, knowing she was milking every last drop of his seed out of him and taking it into her womb.
He wanted to bring her more joy each time they made love. Soon he’d get her to stop taking those foolish birth control pills. They were meant to have children, he was sure of that too.
“Vicki, we had better go now. I have one more thing I want to do for you this night.”
“I hope it involves a loud orgasmic scream to test the soundproof area.”
Miklos couldn’t help smiling. How many brides were so anxious to be bedded again and again as she was? He held her hand and led her out of the engine room, through the corridors of low hanging pipes, and around the large metal equipment to their love nest. Yes, he would make her scream out her orgasm--again and again, throughout the night.
She smiled as she stood in front of the layers of blankets and pillows. “This is wicked, she yelled. Then she put her mouth right next to his ear, and spoke more normally. “Some of the passengers are on their honeymoons up in the big suites with balconies, but I don’t think any could be as happy as I am here with you surrounded by gray steel.” She threw her arms around him, buried her head in the hollow of his neck and squeezed.
It was what he had been waiting to hear. She didn’t need the trappings of luxury or modern comforts. All she needed was her adventurous spirit and a place to lie down and make love with him. She pulled her dress over her head, kicked off her sandals and was instantly naked.
Watching her, so willing to expose her bare body to him, made him harder than he already was. His shirt was open to the breastbone, and he pulled it off over his head. Then he removed his shoes, pants, and underwear in one swoop. Kicking his clothes aside, he was nude almost as quickly as she was, and they stood an arms length away from each other drinking in the splendor of one another’s naked bodies.
Vicki spoke into his ear, “I love your body. I especially love your big, hard cock and how it fills me so completely.” She dropped to her knees in front of him.
He thought she was trying to please him by looking so closely at his penis and appreciating its size. She was out to please him, but not in the way he expected. She wrapped her hand around his cock and brought it to her mouth. He stared transfixed as she slid her hot, wet lips over the shaft and took the majority of his aching member into her orally. Moaning with pleasure as she withdrew, he reveled in the new glorious sensation. She was already applying suction and drawing his erection into her mouth again. Oh, God. What is this and where did she learn it?
Miklos soon lost all focus and mental concentration and just experienced the pleasurable surprise. He couldn’t think of anything but the visceral gratification emanating through his body. He reached down and stroked her hair while she sucked. He had never felt anything like this. As a normal, horny, young man, he had questioned if he would ever meet his woman, and his human weakness of doubt would surface. If the Greek fathers hadn’t kept their young daughters locked up at night, he may have been tempted to ruin this experience with prior sin.
He had even been taught that it was a sin to pleasure himself and had resisted those urges as well. He thanked the universe for helping him to talk her into marriage before he was an old man. All the waiting, deprivation, and hoping were worth going through for the reality of this day, this moment. Ahhh…these lips on his most private area.
There was nothing more earth shattering than this blessed mating. Her new trick was increasing his desire to a feverish pitch. He was about to take a deep breath and ease himself out of her mouth when she dipped a little lower and lapped at his balls. He groaned and swayed. He had to lean against the side for balance. “Vicki,” he moaned. He wanted to share this with her--to lick and suck her until she shook and cried out. And, then he wanted to hear her moan as he rode her hard--as hard as she liked i
t. “Oh Vicki... You must stop.”
She didn’t hear him. Or at least she didn’t respond as he had expected. Instead of stopping, she shifted her relentless attention back to his erect cock. She sucked hard and fast and stroked the base of his cock in the same rhythm. Miklos braced his sweating body and moaned louder. With the building pressure and promise of sexual ecstasy as he had never before experienced, he didn’t care what happened anymore. He simply readied himself for anything.
She sucked hard, massaging his balls, until he thought he would die if he didn’t release his semen right into her mouth. “Stop,” he heard himself call. She didn’t. Instead she sucked more, harder, and faster. Miklos threw his head back and leaned his full weight against the cold unyielding steel wall, unable to stand if he didn’t. At last, he couldn’t hold back any more. He yelled, pulled out, and shot his load right into her face. She kept stroking him with her hand, milking every last drop out of him, as he shuddered with aftershocks.
When at last he could breathe again, he dropped to his knees and grabbed his shirt to wipe his semen off of her face. “I’m so sorry, my love. That’s not what I meant to happen.”
“Oh, I did!” She laughed. “You enjoyed it didn’t you?”
Miklos was stunned. She didn’t seem offended or upset in the least by what he had done.
“Well did you?” Another moment passed as he stared at her in silence. At last, she laughed and kissed him all over his neck. “I love you,” she said into his ear. “I’ll suck your cock anytime you want, but I may not always let you come that way.”
Then she leaned back on the blankets, her head on the pillow and spread her legs. It was obvious that she wanted her pleasure too. And she would have it. Oh yes, she would have as much as he could give her.
Miklos positioned himself between her thighs. He licked her from the bottom of her damp folds to the top. She moaned every time he reached the nub. She obviously loved it when he touched her with his finger or his tongue right on her swollen bud. At last she held his head in that spot, and her moans increased in frequency. Vicki seemed to be telling him what she liked with her body language. He had no doubt that she loved it when he licked her in sensitive sexual places.
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