Cassie's Hot Cruise

(Part 1 from 5)

Cassie Morton’s weeks of excitement were about to be satisfied as, arm in arm with her friend Sally, they made their way towards the dock where the liner was berthed. Could this be the start of her recurring fantasy turned real? Sally was obviously just as excited, as the whole way through the security area, she had gabbled about the things they might do on board.

“The cabin has a balcony, hasn’t it? We could sunbathe naked out there. And I’m dying to have a go in the casino."

Sally went on and on, but Cassie hardly heard a word, she was just too up in the air wondering what lay ahead of them. Just turned twenty, Cassie was heading for her first cruise. How amazing that her long-term fantasy had been set in motion by a lucky draw in a big charity raffle. A ten-day booking for two in a first-class cabin with two thousand dollars spending money. All it needed was the hot lover who, in her fantasy, set her soul on fire.

Bad weather had delayed their flight from Billings, Montana to Miami. Consequently, they were arriving mid-evening instead of the afternoon.

Passing through a wide arch they were almost alongside the white wall which was the liner. Out on the darkening dock, Cassie saw that the white wall stretched into the distance looking left or right. She heard Sally gasp, “Wow!”
Finding her voice, at last, Cassie muttered, “God, bigger than I expected.”
Sally giggled, “I’ll bet you say that to all the boys.”

Cassie gave her friend a look of mock disgust. She knew that compared with Sally her own sexual experience was minimal. Two desperate submissions, cum and gone, might have cooled her interest in sex forever. But Cassie was certain that her insides carried warm embers just waiting to be poked into a blaze.

Sally often raved about the orgasms she’d had, but Cassie wasn’t jealous, even though her only orgasms had been self-induced. Could this unexpected dip into her fantasy produce the dream lover it needed?
Sally put her arm around her, “We might both get lucky here. I’m hoping I’ll find a randy, rich, older guy who I can say that to.”

Cassie could only shrug. “Come on,” she said, grabbing her friend’s arm. “I’m dying to see what it’s like.”
Sally chuckled, “I might try saying that to a guy, too.” But she followed.
In no time, Cassie was awestruck by the splendor of her surrounds. The liner was one massive, gleaming floating hotel. Just too much for her tired mind to take in.

Then came the deluxe cabin, spotlessly clean, beautifully furnished. Sally flung herself back onto one of the twin beds, “God, the very ambiance of this place makes me horny.”

After each had taken a warm shower in the generously spacious bathroom, they went to their appointed dining room. Cassie was already realizing how sheltered life had been on her father’s small ranch.
They sat at a table with three other couples, and after the idle introductory chat, and a delicious four-course meal, they wandered away from the tables, with Sally all-bubbly about exploring the liner. Cassie looked at her watch, which showed 10.25pm.

She pointed this out to Sally, “It’s been a long tiring day. All I want is a bed.”
“But I’m aflame with excitement,” Sally protested.

Patiently Cassie informed Sally how long it would take to explore a liner of this size. “We’ll be good and fresh in the morning.”
But she allowed Sally to talk her into stopping for one ‘nightcap’. They sat at a table with a walkway running past it, as they sipped a light wine, and watched couples, arms around each other, drift towards their cabins.

After a few minutes, Sally stood up declaring that she must find a toilet. She put down her half-empty glass and strolled away towards the bar.
When she had gone, Cassie sat, feeling lonely in this new environment. Then she saw him! Tall, handsome with lightly curled black hair. In a pale blue shirt and pants, he strode towards her and then on past. Cassie felt a thumping in her chest, like jungle drums telling her that he would fit nicely into her fantasy. She sighed. Probably on his way to his wife.

Minutes passed, and Cassie was wondering what the hell had happened to Sally. Then she saw that ‘fantasy man’ was coming back. This time, he glanced down at her, a casual smile lit his face and his head gave a slight nod. Then he was gone. A little smile and a nod, Cassie thought, ‘Oh, dream lover, I could sleep on that—for now.’.

Sally came back, all red-faced, and holding a large glass of wine. Cassie glanced at the glass she’d left on the table. “Why have you bought another wine?”
Sandy’s head shook, as she told Cassie about a guy at the bar, whose shoulder she’d accidentally bumped in passing.

Sally’s face reddened more, “I think so. Anyway, he bought me this as we chatted and—” She stopped, and a pleading look crossed her face, “Oh, Cassie, he’s asked if we could finish our chat—and I know you’re tired.”

Cassie could not disguise her smile nor the hopeless shake of her head, as she said, “And you’re not? Just be careful.”
“I’ll be quiet when I come in. Thanks, good friend.”

Shaking her head, Cassie sat back and sipped at her wine. She would finish that and then, bed. That was when her breath caught in her throat.

Holding a half-full tumbler in his hand, fantasy man was coming back, only this time he was looking directly at Cassie. Surely not. Dreams don’t start that quickly, do they? Those drums started thudding again, but much more fiercely, as he stopped in front of her, so handsome, bathing her with a warm smile. His cornflower blue eyes lingered on her face, before flickering down to her bosom.

Cassie was so aware that this third appearance, as well as starting a moistening between her thighs, had caused her nipples to harden She wondered if they were pressed against her thin dress and had drawn his attention. But then his eyes were looking frankly into hers, as he said, “You’ve been alone here every time I’ve passed.” His deep brown voice thrilled her, but then he followed up with, “Mind if I join you?”

She was seated, yet her legs shook, and her voice momentarily deserted her. Did she mind? How could she answer that and sound cool? Shuffling on the long leather seat, Cassie tried to keep herself calm. “If you really want to.
His look at her was as though he was surprised at her response, “Why shouldn’t I want to?”
Could fantasies become reality so readily?
Misjudging her silence, he said, “Sorry, I’ll just move on.”

He was turning away when, Cassie, cursing her lack of nous, almost cried out, “No, please sit.”
He gave her a smile, those blue eyes tore into her composure, as he moved alongside her, and Cassie was aware of a male fragrance from him. Intoxicating, she was thinking, as he settled and asked, “You’re not alone on this cruise, are you?”

Cassie shook her head and trying to hold the gaze from those deep, almost mysterious eyes, she told him about Sally, and how she’d found company already.
“You cruise much?”

How to answer that, and not sound too square in front of this obvious man-about-town? Cassie quickly realized lying wouldn’t work. She could only tell him about her lucky lottery win.
His head nodded appreciatively, “Good for you. Believe it or not, this is my first cruise too.” He gave a shrug and a smile before adding, “Only I had to pay. first time I’ve been able to afford it.”
Cassie had been trying to estimate how old he could be. There was a certain boyish glint in his eye although his broad manly face made estimates difficult.

“I’m Jas, by the way. Sounds like jazz, but it’s spelled j, a, s. Jas, short for James. Jas Reed.” His raised eyebrows in her direction were clearly inviting her name.
“I’m Cassie,” she said, taking a quick sip of her wine, wondering whether her face had colored at the warmth in his eyes as he looked at her. Keep looking at her like that and she might be giving him more than her name. ‘Don’t be stupid, Cassie, you’ve just met.’

As she finished off her wine, she was intrigued when he told her he was an ornithologist and had written three books on birds. He shrugged as he said, “Only just kept the wolf from the door. But last year I had an idea for a novel. Quite a shock when it sold well. The success of that meant I could afford a luxury suite on this cruise. And luxury is the word for it. When I saw it this afternoon, I was amazed at how lavish it was.”

He drained his glass and his eyes turned to her, “I’m having one more. May I get you something?”
To refuse could mean breaking the spell of being with him. Cassie nodded her head, “Thank you. sweet white.” A handsome man buying her a drink on her first night? Could anything be more perfect? Steady Cassie, just because Sally has scored.

Jas caught the waiter’s attention and ordered a whiskey Mack along with the white wine. As they waited Jas asked her what she did for a living.
Cassie felt that on all counts she was out of his league as she told him that she helped her father on his farm, in Montana.

His eyebrows rose as he said, “Now there’s a hell of a coincidence. I’m from Canada—Saskatchewan.” He laughed as he added, “We’re almost neighbors.”
An adjoining state bordering her own, but they could be hundreds of miles apart.

Cassie, while in the company of this lovely man, was being tantalized by the strange feeling that, already, she was on an upward spiral of promise. She kept telling herself that fantasies didn’t come alive this easily, but every time she looked at Jas, and their eyes met, it seemed that they moved another twist up that spiral.

Onto the new drinks, Jas had so many questions and Cassie tried valiantly to make her life sound interesting. Then his first compliment came, out of the blue haze she was in. She had allowed her hair to curl loosely at her shoulder, and, as ever, a wayward strand fell across her face. As she pushed it back, he commented, “You have gorgeous hair. That’s what made me walk past twice.”

Cassie wondered how she could keep herself from blushing at the pleasure of his words. Compliments? Was he leading somewhere? And was she hoping that he was? Disappointment came when he started on again about his luxurious cabin.

“I’ve obviously paid over the odds because the place is so big. I thought I’d been given the captain’s quarters by mistake.” He laughed, and those blue eyes gleamed. “There’s the huge balcony, a double—” Jas stopped, and his eyes fixed on her questioningly as he asked, “Hey, rather than have me babble on about it, would you let me show you?”

“Now?” What did that response reveal to him? Her shock, her doubts, her caution or her eagerness? All of those emotions flooded through her head in a storm of confusion.
Jas held up one hand and said, “My only motive is to share the sheer lavishness of the place. I’m no Don Juan. But I quite understand your uncertainty.”
Cassie hoped she kept the desperation out of her voice as she told him, “No, I’d love to see--” Her wicked side had another word in mind as she went on, “-everything.”

The genuineness of his words had swung it for Cassie. Within three minutes they were in the lift heading upwards. All the way, Cassie was warning herself not to expect too much from this spiral she had invented. Her blood rushing, hot through her veins could be setting her up for disappointment.

As the lift approached the A deck level and Jas stood close without touching, she wondered how such a handsome man could be unattached. Like telepathy, before the lift stopped, he was telling her that his wife had left him eight months earlier.

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