Out To Sea

Note : This story is completely fictional!

Mary had always enjoyed a good ocean view, but seeing one from somewhere in the middle of it was even better. The waters were calm this night, the moonlight’s glow reflected upon it surface. Mary sighed, relaxing ever muscle in her body. The warm breeze caressed her gently as she leaned her elbows on the rail of the cruise ship. She could still here the muffled sounds of the ballroom party not but a few doorways behind her; the band playing their tune, the cruise director singing, the party goers chatting amongst each other. It wasn’t that Mary did not enjoy such gatherings, she simply needed to get away from the hustle and bustle of it all every now and then.

A door behind her opened. The ship was well taken care of, the hinges turning silently, but Mary heard it nonetheless. Even at the age of sixty three, her senses were as sharp as a double edged sword. The woman had certainly aged well. Her hair colored had faded to a perfect white, and her face held a few lines that gave away her age range, but she still held a physical beauty that seemed uncommon among the elderly.

Without even having to look, Mary knew the person stepping outside was her nineteen year old granddaughter, Hilary. She would recognize those footsteps anywhere. She smiled, casually raising her left hand in a quick wave to her younger counterpart.

“How do you always know it’s me?” Hilary asked, joining her grandmother by the railing.

“A grandmother’s intuition,” Mary answered with a light giggle. She finally turned to Hilary, a slight hint of surprise washing over her face. “Well don’t you look lovely tonight?” Indeed, the young woman did look extraordinary. Her golden blonde hair was pulled up and back into a tail that hung down in loose curls. Her maroon lipstick matched the color of her dress perfectly. The dress was backless, held up on spaghetti strings, but conservatively covered her breasts and legs. Not an inch of cleavage was shown, and the bottom nearly dragged on the ground. She even wore matching elbow gloves.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, grandma,” said Hilary, returning the smile. In her older age, Mary kept her hair shorter than she once did, letting it barely reach beneath her jaw line. There, it curved inward in perfect page-boy style. She wore no make-up, but then again, did not need to. Her own dress was black, a strip of mesh material above the breast line (and extending into long sleeves) that sparkled with diamonds. The skirt reached her knees, showing only the lower portion of her nylon-clad legs.

“Not that I mind the company, Hilary, but I thought for sure you’d be enjoying the party. I know those dance hosts must be lonely without you in there.”

Hilary laughed along with her grandmother. “No, I’m sure they’re just fine. ‘Sides, they’re not my type.” Mary looked at Hilary, silently questioning her last statement. The woman had a way with silence. Hilary continued. “I’m just… not into men that way. I’m a lesbian, grandma.”

Mary raised both eyebrows in surprise, though not too much of it. “Well, there’s gonna be a lot of men with broken hearts.” She said the statement as a light joke, rather than a gesture of disapproval. There was a brief silence between them as they each turned their attention back to the distant horizon over the water. “It’s such a beautiful night.” Hilary nodded in agreement, though said nothing. Mary sighed. “You know, I was quite the curious one when I was about your age.”

Now it was Hilary’s turn to show a little surprise. “You?” she stated half as much as asked. “You were curious about other women in your younger years?” Mary did not answer verbally, but her body language confirmed that answer regardless. “You know, grandma… it’s not too late.” Hilary lifted her hand, gently running a finger through her grandmother’s hair.

“Hilary!” Mary silently scolded, though the young woman did not appear to notice.

“What?” Hilary asked, ever so casually.

“Not out on the deck!”

*****

So it was that they returned to Hilary’s deluxe-accommodations room. It was certainly worth the expense, and included a living room, a full bath, and a bedroom. Hilary led her grandmother to the latter, stopping when they reached the foot end of the bed. Hilary took a moment to look into her grandmother’s eyes before leaning forward to kiss her. Mary did not hesitate in returning her granddaughter’s kiss, only returned it. Hilary pulled the band from her hair and pulled away from Mary just long enough to shake her hair loose. When she brought her lips back to her grandmother, she reached around for the zipper of her dress at the base of her back.

At this, Mary protested, but only a little. “Hilary, please,” she said softly, almost whispering. “My body isn’t what it used to be.”

“You’re face has held up pretty well,” Hilary pointed out.

“You haven’t seen me naked.”

Hilary could not resist laughing at that one. However, she pulled her grandmother’s zipper back up the inch she managed to move it earlier. “Alright,” she agreed. “I’ll let you have this dignity.” She kissed Mary again lightly. “My body, however, is dynamite. Feel free to strip it.”

Mary was more than happy to oblige. With the gentlest touch of her fingers, she slid the spaghetti straps from her granddaughter’s shoulders and pulled the top of the dress down, revealing Hilary’s C size breasts. She cupped them in her palms, the years of experience showing themselves as she caressed. Hilary then took her grandmother’s hands, leading her along as she sat down on the bed. She slid herself upward to get more comfortable on it, Mary crawling over her.

As Hilary’s head now lay on the pillow, Mary brought their lips together again. Even in her elder age, her arms still held plenty enough strength to support holding herself up at such a low angle. Yet feeling her granddaughter’s legs begin to squirm out of the dress, Mary rolled aside and allowed her to remove it completely. She wore no panties underneath, and was hence left with only her high heels.

She opened her legs to her grandmother, and Mary took the hint. She kissed Hilary’s lips once more, then began kissing a soft trail down her body, until she reached the young woman’s vagina. She began by kissing it gently. Next she used two fingers to slid it open, teasingly lapping at Hilary’s clit. Hilary moaned, her teeth gritted and the balls of her palms pressed to her forehead.

Hilary closed her eyes tighter than she thought they would, nearly squealing as her grandmother’s fingertips swirled about her area. Finally, one finger penetrated. Then a second, and a third. She tried not to, but Hilary could not stop the squeal that escaped her lungs, sounding like a mouse caught in a cat’s grip. Responding to the pleasure, her legs were spread almost as far as ripping her thigh muscles.

Suddenly, she orgasmed, sending her sex juices onto the bed sheets. Mary tried to move in time, but still caught a few strands of it on her chin. Once her muscles had relaxed enough from it, Hilary sat up, reaching a hand underneath her grandmother’s dress. “Your turn. No arguments.” By now, Mary was too aroused to argue, as Hilary worked her fingers beneath her pantyhose and panties. She was gentle with her grandmother, but firm enough to bring her to an orgasm of her own.

Mary weakened considerably when it happened, nearly toppling to the floor under the pleasure her legs could barely handle. “Don’t lose your balance now,” said Hilary with a smile. Mary gave her granddaughter a final kiss before heading toward the bathroom.

“I’m gonna go clean up. Thank you so much for this.”