He’d Met Her Before on a Cruise

The neon sign flashed: Eatery. Food-Music-Dancing came into view. “What say you to stopping for a bite to eat before driving the rest of the way?” Ron asked. He and Jon were on the outskirts of Philadelphia on their way to Boston to join in Jon’s cousin’s birthday celebration. Having left Oregon four days ago, they were taking their long-awaited tour of the country's adjacent 48 states. Ron’s recent split-up with his girlfriend created the perfect excuse for Jon and him to finally take their long-planned excursion. His soon-to-be-ex was to take advantage of his absence to pack up and find herself a new abode. It was a mutually agreed breakup. Both parties agreed it would be more comfortable for her to do this task with him not around.

“Sounds good to me,” Jon responded. “The sign says dancing. Who knows? Maybe we can hook up with a couple of ladies and spend the night here.”

How semi-prophetic those words would turn out to be.

They went inside. Grabbing a table, they ordered and drank a couple of brews while perusing the food menu. Offering nothing but burgers and fries, for the sign to describe this place as an eatery was a liberal use of the word. Bar with a live band with limited food would have been a much more apt description. They ordered burgers and fries.

While waiting for their order to arrive, Ron scanned the dance floor. A foxy-looking gal dancing by herself next to the bandstand caught his eye. With nice tits and a great body, it ought to be illegal to shake and bake her torso like that. Turned sideways, it was hard to see how good-looking she was. Then, twirling to the music, she twisted around, revealing her face. Gods! His eyes must be deceiving him. Surely, it couldn’t be her could it? Although far thinner than when he’d last seen her, that button nose and pale giant blue eyes could only belong to one person. It was Karen Weitzel.

He'd first met Karen while cruising Greece with his soon-to-be ex-living partner. Karen was with her husband, Billy. The four of them had palled around together for most of the cruise. Despite being with another guy, Karen had flirted outrageously with him the whole time they cruised. At the trip's end, the four had exchanged cellphone numbers, promising to keep in touch.

They didn't—until two years ago when he'd attended a three-day seminar in Philadelphia. Recalling she lived in Trenton, New Jersey, some forty miles away, he texted her, asking if she’d like to meet at the Philly airport for a drink on his way out of town. She’d readily accepted.

Both arrived well before his plane was scheduled to depart. They shared drinks and reminisced. Then, with a full hour remaining before boarding time, much to his disappointment, she’d asked him to walk her to her car down in the underground parking lot. His disappointment vanished when they wound up in her back seat necking and feeling each other up. Unfortunately, just as things were getting interesting, his phone dinged, notifying him it was time to board his plane. With her blouse mussed and his pants bulging, they reluctantly bid their adieus. He hadn’t seen or heard from her since. Until now.

“Check out the hottie dancing by herself,” Jon said, pointing her out. “How’d you like to tap into that?”

“You’re not going to believe this, but I think I know her.”

Right about then Karen looked their way, her eyes going wide. Grinning, she waved and made a beeline for their table. “Ronnie?” she exclaimed. “Is it really you?”

“The one and only.” Making introductions, he said, “Jon, meet Karen.”

He looked her over from head to toe. “My gawd, you look fantastic. You’re so thin I barely recognized you.” She responded by putting her hands on her hips, shaking her torso in that same suggestive way she’d done on the dance floor.

The three of them spent the next couple of hours chatting, filling one another in on the past two years, pretty much eliminating the option of driving any further tonight. He told her about his split up—she told him about her divorce. Eventually she asked where they were staying. Upon hearing they’d need to find a motel, she said, “Motel, hell! Save a dime and stay at my place. I’ve a hide-a-bed that rarely gets used.” An hour later they were at her place in Trenton.

They went inside and she led them to her living room hide-a-bed couch. “I’ve never actually used this thing. You’ll have to help me figure out how to open it.” Once they had, she looked disappointed. “I didn’t realize it was a single. The two of you are way too big to share it.” She met Ron’s gaze. “My bed’s a queen. If you promise to behave, we can let Jon sleep here and you can sleep with me.”

Although Jon’s face fell, thinking back on their backseat airport episode, Ron’s brightened. “I promise I’ll behave.”

Once in her bedroom, Karen pulled back the bed’s comforter then made a beeline for a dresser on the far side of the room. After digging through one of its drawers, she extracted a silk nightgown. “I’m going to the bathroom to remove my makeup and put this thing on,” she said, holding up the negligee. “You can get ready for bed while I’m gone.” With that, she left the room, and walking past Jon, headed for the bathroom.

Ready himself for bed? Although he and Jon brought their luggage inside, both slept in T-shirts and underwear. Is that what she wanted him to strip down to? Unsure of what was expected of him, he simply sat on the bed and waited for her return.

About ten minutes later she returned wearing an incredibly sexy silk negligee that showed more thigh than it covered. Carefully folded and stacked, she was carrying the clothes she’d just removed. Of note was that her bra and thong were among the items she carried. Did that mean she wore nothing underneath that skimpy outfit she was wearing?

She gave him a surprised look. “You’re still dressed. I expected you’d be in your pajamas by now.”

“Neither Jon nor I brought any. We sleep in our underwear.”

She stood staring at him for a moment. “Well,” she finally said, “you’re certainly not wearing those shoes in my bed.”

Walking to the bed, she peeled back its comforter. Turning, she looked him over. “If you wear that shirt to bed you’ll wrinkle it. Lift your arms,” she demanded. Once he’d done so, she pulled his shirt up and off his head. After carefully folding it, she placed it on her nightstand. Next, she removed his shoes. Bending down, she placed them on the floor beside her bed, flashing a brief but delightful glimpse of her beaver in the process. As he’d suspected, she had nothing on under that sexy negligee. His cock started to harden.

“Now these,” she said, removing first one sock, then the other. Turning her back to him, she bent down to place them in his shoes, offering up a full-on shot of one very delightful-looking pussy. She held that pose far longer than was required to divest herself from two small socks. That little maneuver had his cock standing at full attention.

“So, you sleep in your underwear, eh?” Pushing him onto his back, she unbuckled his belt. Unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, then tugged them down and off his legs, revealing the erection that was tenting his boxer shorts in a most obvious way.

After turning on her night lamp beside the bed, she walked over and turned off the overhead light. Returning to the bed, she crawled over him to the far side of the bed. “I hope you don’t mind if I leave my nightlight on. I’ve always been afraid of the dark.” Pulling the comforter over the two of them, she rested her head on his shoulder. “How about we cuddle?”

She'd hardly settled in when she pulled the comforter down far enough to expose his chest. “Seeing your bare chest brings back memories of our time on that cruise ship together. I remember sitting in my lounge chair by the pool watching you cavort in the pool, all the while thinking what a great body you had. Muscular chest…” she said, tracing her fingers along his pectorals. She pulled the blanket lower, exposing his stomach, “and great abs, too. But it was your sexy thighs I liked best.”

Resting her head on his belly, she peeled the comforter down below his knees, her face only inches from his obvious erection. “Sitting by the ship’s pool, I used to fantasize about you while watching you swim.” She looked up at him. “Want to hear my fantasy?”

He cleared his throat. “Sure.”

“In it, the deck area was suddenly empty of all people but you and me. In it, I’d walk over to you, kneel, and pull your bathing suit down—sort of like this,” she said, tugging on his boxer shorts low enough to allow his cock to pop free.

“Then what happened?” he asked, his voice barely audible due to the frog in his throat, “in this fantasy of yours?”

“I did what I used to do when my dates took me to Lover’s Lane back in my high school days.”

“And what was that?”

Instead of answering, she leaned forward and started licking his cock. First up one side, then down the other, flicking her tongue the whole time she was doing it.

“I bet your dates liked that,” he grunted.

“Not nearly as much as I did.”

“Is licking all you did to their cocks?” he asked, hopeful.

“Yep—until a college boy asked me out on my seventeenth birthday.”

“What happened then?”

“He told me girls his age didn’t just lick cocks—they put it into their mouths and sucked on them.”

“And?”

“Wanting him to like me, I did as he suggested. Taking his cock into my mouth, I twirled my tongue around his tip."

“Why don’t you show me what it was you liked so?”

With a throaty laugh, she consumed him. “Mm-m. mm-m, mm-m,” she hummed, bouncing her mouth up and down his cock.

"What happened next?"

"Apparently, he liked it, for after a bit, he took hold of my head with both hands and started thrusting into my mouth. I could hardly believe how sexy it was having my mouth get fucked. I absolutely loved it. I made me incredibly wet when he came in my mouth. Done, he rose to his knees, and saying, 'your turn,' buried his face in my muff. I'd never felt anything so divine. Sliding my hand up under my bra, I lay there playing with my nipples, relishing in having my pussy eaten for the first time. So much so that a most incredible orgasm rolled up and through me, causing my whole body to shake and shimmer.

"Taking advantage of the moment, he slid his cock inside of me. Over the course of the next twenty or so minutes, he divested my of my virginity. He must have gotten me off a half dozen more times.

“Gawd! Thinking back on it is making me incredibly horny.”

With that, she rose to her knees, ripped off her negligee, and mounted his cock. Cupping a tit in either hand and licking her lips, she gave him a lustful stare and started bouncing on his erection. After a bit, she leaned back, and supporting her weight on her arms, fucked him like crazy cowgirl style. “Yes! Yes! So good!” she parroted over and over, riding his pecker like a madwoman.

At first he marveled at her energy. But after a while, her stamina waned, and she collapsed on top of him.

Rolling her onto her back, he took over, thrusting into coochie with all the energy she’d shown and more. He was rewarded with an ever-crescendoing, “Uh! Uh! Uh!” Her whole-body trembling, those grunts turned to wails when she orgasmed. It was too much, so he came with her.

After a bit, they uncoupled and lay down on their backs. Giggling, she said, “You promised me that if I let you sleep in my bed you’d behave.”

“Given that you’d set a precedent when you climbed on top of me, I figured I was no longer bound to my earlier agreement.”

She laughed. “Touche!” Turning onto her side, she kissed his cheek. “I have to say, doing that in real life far exceeded the pleasure my fantasy brought me.” Kissing him again, she said, “Thank you.”

Suddenly she sat up. Cupping her crotch, she said, “Oops! You’re leaking out of me. I need to run to the bathroom.” Climbing out of bed, stil cupping her crotch, she crept over to the door. “Dare I walk to the bathroom naked? If he sees me, Jon might figure out what we just did.”

“Sorry, my dear, but given the noise you made, I’m pretty sure he already knows.”

"What if he sees me naked?"

“How can he? The lights are off.”

“OK,” she said, slowly opening the door and disappearing down the hallway. Seconds later he heard her bathroom door close.
The instant it opened again, the overhead light came on. Was this Jon’s doing or hers? “Come here,” he heard Jon coax. “I want a closer look.”

Anticipating potential problems, Ron got out of bed and rushed to the doorway, surprised to find Karen standing in front of Jon, letting him look her over. Tiptoeing up behind her, he reached around her, grabbing her by the tits. “Show her your cock, Jon.”
Startled, she twisted around, looking at him. “Don't look at me, look at what he’s showing you,” he said. “I mean, you’ve already seen mine.”

After blinking a couple of times, her gaze locking on Jon’s suddenly bare groin. “Ever suck two cocks in the same night?” he asked, pressing on the back of her head, forcing her to bend over.

“No! I can’t!” she protested, but she did nothing to resist his efforts to push her face down to Jon’s cock. Her mouth opened, consuming it. Lifting her by the hips, Ron positioned her on the bed between Jon’s outstretched legs. Kneeling behind her, he slipped his revitalized erection up and into her sweet parts, evoking a loud moan from her. He’d gambled that Karen was as hot as he suspected and had won that bet.

He hadn’t savored her warm wetness for long before Jon said, “How about we switch places? I mean, you’ve already fucked her and I haven’t.”

Slipping out of her, Ron said, “You heard the man, Karen. Why don’t you scoot up and show him the little cowgirl trick you showed me?”

Offering no hint of resistance, Karen kneeled above him, lodged his cock in her hole, and sank her weight on it.

“Wait!” Ron urged. "There's something I've always wanted to try, Jon, stand up. Karen, wrap your arms around his neck and hold on.”

Once they’d done so, Ron stood behind her and brought his cock to her anal opening.

“What are you doing?!” she screeched.

“Don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it,” he urged, as he slowly worked his freshly dampened cock up and into her back door.”

“Oh gawd! I’ve got two cocks in me at the same time.”

“OK Jon, let’s take her to her bed. It has way more room than we have here.”

Walking backwards, Ron led them back into her bedroom, bodies intact. Reaching her bed, he said, “OK. I've satisfied my curiosity. She's all yours. Take your turn."

Apparently into the idea of getting fucked by another man now, no sooner had they plopped her down on her bed than Karen spread her thighs, offering herself to her second man in one evening. Wasting no time, Jon plunged his cock into her waiting wetness.

Laying down beside them, Ron brought Karen's hand to his cock, and scooting closer, kissed her while Jon fucked her. Once their lovemaking ended, all three fell into an exhausted slumber.

Ron was awakened the following morning by a wet mouth on his cock. Opening his eyes, he spied Jon kneeling behind Karen, fucking her while she blew him. The two traded places several times over the course of the next half hour.

Afterwards, Ron checked his watch. "Gods! If we're to make it to your cousin's wedding on time, we'd best skedaddle."

Karen remained on the bed watching the guys dressed before getting up to give Ron a hug. “We’d best be on our way if we’re to get to Boston on time,” he told her. Wrapping an arm around her tiny waist, he pulled her into a kiss. Grinning, he said, “I can’t thank you enough for the hospitality you’ve shown us.”

Giving him an impish grin, she held out her hand. “Give me your phone.”Taking it, she typed something into it and handed it back to him. “There, I’m in your contacts now. Any time you’re in the neighborhood and want to share more of my hospitality, give me a call.”

Ten minutes later they were back on the road when Jon asked, "Do you have any more friends like Karen you've failed to mention?"

Laughing, he answered. "Sorry. She's one of a kind."

"Damn. I was hoping for different answer."

Laughing, Ron turned onto an adjacent beltway and headed north toward Boston.