Sea Daze 3: Lay Day (Lesbian Erotic Romance Series) Read online

  “We taught each other.”

  I had no response for that, so I contended to wrap my legs around her back and rock my hips against the thrusts of her tongue. It was a nice feeling to be fucked by her without any toys…there was nothing between us, nothing to bring me pleasure but her. Her tongue and fingers were my whole world – there was nothing but her and me.

  I felt her finger slide into me, and I basked in the pleasure of her touch. It didn’t linger, though, and I was disappointed until I felt it again. It had strayed south, and was now resting right near the other entrance. My legs locked around her back involuntarily, though I couldn’t close my legs without hurting her. “Eve, what-”

  “Shhh,” she whispered, “trust me. I’m not going to hurt you.”

  I was skeptical, but I let my legs relax as I felt her fingertips lightly graze the skin around my anus. It was an odd feeling – I’d had boyfriends ask if they could go back there, but it’d always been off-limits. With Eve, though, things were different…at risk of sounding sexist, maybe it was because she was a woman. There was no large cock to hurt me, just her slender digits sliding around the delicate area. I had to admit, it didn’t feel half-bad.

  During all of this, her tongue hadn’t let up on me. I could feel her thrusting it deep inside of me, coaxing me to cum. I began to push against her touch, feeling both her tongue and her finger moving against me. Slowly and gently, I felt her finger push up and into my ass. It was surprising, but not altogether unpleasant – her fingers had always been on the slender side.

  The excitement and taboo of it all got the better of me, and I cried out in pleasure as the wave of orgasm swept over me. I usually didn’t care about keeping my voice down, but considering that the captain’s office was less than thirty feet away, I made a good effort at controlling myself. It didn’t help much, other than leaving marks on my knuckles where I bit down on them.

  “Sh-shit, Eve, ahh, fuck! Oh…god!!” I howled, my voice only slightly muffled.

  The feelings subsided, but Eve didn’t let up on me. Her finger, which had thankfully been lubed while she’d fingered me, slid slowly into my ass and back out again. I felt the lust rising inside of me again as she worked me into another frenzied orgasm. I didn’t know where she learned how to do that, but at the moment I didn’t care. I felt my hips rocking again as I greedily accepted the pleasure she offered.

  “You still worried about getting back to Phil?” Eve asked, her lips curving into a sly smile.

  “Shut up and do that again,” I breathed as I gently pushed her head back into place.

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  Everett’s Piano Bar was as packed as it usually was on embarkation day, but I didn’t mind that so much. Sitting on a bar stool in my strapless dress, I felt unbelievably happy as I waited for Eve. She had a ship-to-shore business call to attend to that would cost a civilian hundreds of dollars, but I suppose being the president of the cruise line had some perks.

  It had been three weeks since she’d let me in on her little secret, and things had mostly settled back down to normal. Sure, it wasn’t all fun and games – I had my performances and she took on the responsibilities her job required, but we still made plenty of time for each other. Usually after the last show of the night, we met at the bar and made the short trek back to her room. Our record for nearly-non-stop fucking was currently standing at five hours…and I felt like breaking it tonight.

  We hadn’t done much more anal play since that day, which was a little disappointing – she’d awoken something inside of me with that gentle touch she had. It wasn’t something I wanted every day, but I wouldn’t mind another bit of experimenting. I’d have to bring that up with Eve…tonight would be a good time for that.

  “This seat taken?” An unfamiliar voice asked from beside me. I’d been so caught up in my thoughts that I hadn’t noticed him approach.

  “Not yet,” I replied absently, taking only casual note of the man. He was fairly attractive; probably early-thirties or so. His hair and thin goatee were both jet black, and he had blue eyes that were so bright that they almost glowed.

  His suit was freshly pressed, and his tie matched the shade of his eyes. Were I not so smitten with Eve, I might have found him quite appealing. As it was, he was only a pretty face…and his shiny gold wedding band proved things moot anyways.

  We sat in silence for a minute after he ordered his Rum and Coke, and my thoughts returned to Eve. I wondered how long she’d be, or if I’d end up with Mister Married hitting on me before she got back. It wouldn’t have been the first time a married guest had tried to flirt with me…what happens on vacation stays on vacation, right? At least I was wearing my civilian clothes – it was even more awkward when they already knew me from the nametag.

  “Waitin’ for someone?” the man asked conversationally.

  “Yeah. You?”

  “Sort of.” The drink arrived, and he took a long pull of it before he continued. “My wife is mad at me – I haven’t seen her in a little while. I was hoping I might find her if I just looked around for a while...”

  “Have you asked Guest Services?” I asked, slipping into my ‘crew member’ voice. Might as well try to help the guy – I had nothing better to do. “Usually, people get lost on the first day. Maybe she’s wandering around looking for you.”

  The man laughed. “I somehow doubt that. I pissed her off pretty bad; she’s not going to be asking around for me anytime soon.”

  “What’d you do to piss her off?”

  He considered for a moment before answering. “What didn’t I do is the question. I’m a workaholic, I drink too much and I have almost no sexual appetite. If you wanna know what really pissed her off, though…I think telling her I wasn’t ready for us to have kids was when she snapped.”

  I winced at that. “That’s a tough one. Don’t worry about it, though…you seem like a nice guy. I’m sure she’ll come to her senses. It’s only been a few hours, right?”

  “No,” he said, laughing again. It was a humorless laugh this time. “It’s been about four months.”

  My brow furrowed. “She didn’t board with you? Aren’t you staying in the same room?”

  “I doubt she even knows I’m here.”

  My curiosity piqued, I was about to ask him something else before I was interrupted by Keith, the bartender. He placed the man’s bill on the table with a warm smile before moving on to someone else.

  The man looked at it without interest for a moment before turning back to me. “But you don’t care about that. I’m Robert, you are…?”

  “Amanda,” I replied, though I was still curious about the man’s odd little marriage. “Don’t worry, I want to help. I just started dating someone, and it makes me sad to think you’re not talking to your wife. If I can help, let me know?”

  “Sure,” Robert replied, distractedly tossing his credit card onto the bar. “I-”

  “Hi, Eve!” Keith shouted from a few feet away from where we were sitting.

  I swiveled in my bar chair until I was facing the door, where I saw the woman I loved in one of her trademark black skirts and white blouses. She grinned widely when she saw me, but it faded almost immediately and she froze a second later. Her face suddenly went sheet white and she wobbled slightly, and I was worried that she would faint right there and then.

  I was on my feet and about to move before I noticed Robert was about to do the same thing. He glanced over at me curiously, and I’m sure I was giving him the same look in return. I was about to ask what the hell his problem was when Keith’s voice broke the silence between us.

  “Here’s your card back, Mister Simmons. Thanks for coming!”

  My breath caught in my throat, and I felt a little woozy myself. The man didn’t seem to notice as he shoved the card back into his pocket and walked briskly forward towards the still-swaying Eve. I finally found my voice a second later. “You…you know Eve?”

  He looked back at me with a mixture of surprise and annoyance, as if I
’d said something incredibly stupid at an inopportune time.

  “Of course I know her,” he replied curtly, taking my girlfriend’s arm before she falls. “She’s my wife.”

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