Cruise Line Bartender Tales Pt. 03

In parts 1 and 2 I explained how an English guy ended up working for the American cruise company Carnival, and about my training and placement on my first ship the M S Tropicale. I suggested at the end of part 2 that in the 3rd instalment I'd talk about how my room mate and I Peter ended up shagging 2 sisters in their cabin, which was my first ship adventure, in reality though it isn't a delicious and titillating tale, it was more of a farce, so I'll leave that for another time.

Instead I'll start with something a little more salacious, though be warned, it isn't all sex and depravity, there is a bit of a personal twist at the end. This occurred on my first contract, but by now I'd secured the position of bartender and I'd also transferred to the MS Fascination, a much newer and larger ship, if memory serves me correctly it carried over twice as many passengers as the Tropicale.

The first day of a new cruise is always an interesting one, checking out the new passengers, wondering if it was going to be a party crowd, almost everyone gets drunk the first day, so characters very often show themselves early. Something to look for that was always guaranteed was groups of women, perhaps a group girls' trip or a hen party, or just two friends getting away together. The ship allowed them to combine partying but also seeing some interesting places, but they also had a degree of security and comfort.

Groups of just guys were rare, perhaps guys thought it was "uncool" to cruise together, or perhaps it was cheaper for them to head off to Cozumel or the Bahamas, I know if they were partying they'd definitely get cheaper drinks off the ship, but what ever the reasons, damn you missed a trick, not that I minded!! Again, I'm not sure if it was a "not cool" thing, but often you'd get older daughters coming on holiday with their parents, but rarely sons, all in all, every cruise there would be lots of single women, but a distinct lack of single guys.

Daughters on holiday with their parents, whilst it is nice to hang with mum and dad sometimes, they want to go off and have some fun, which can prove tricky when there aren't that many single people cruising. I mentioned in part 2 that as a bar waiter it was great because you could go and talk to any girl you fancied, and you could, put on your best English accent and be utterly charming, however... Whilst you can certainly initiate a conversation, bar waiters can't spend too long in any one place chatting to the same girl, that kind of waves a huge red flag and fraternization is hugely frowned upon. As a bartender, well things are reversed, whilst you can't make a bee line for a hot girl, you are stuck in the same place, but if a girl takes a liking to you, well it becomes very obvious very quickly. You then have the added bonus that she can sit at your bar and talk to you for hours, literally, and nobody can really say anything!

On this particular cruise I was working the middle shift in the Casino Bar, which was definitely one of my favourites. You weren't working during the day so could get off and enjoy the port, and you weren't working until 4am, so there was still time to enjoy other late night pursuits, usually the crew bar. The other benefit of the Casino bar was lots of seats around the bar, and you were front and centre, you got to see everyone, and they got to see you. I'm sure there will be women reading this that recognise this behaviour, either in themselves, or perhaps in a girlfriend.

You fancy the guy working behind the bar, so you spend a lot of time just hanging out at the bar, take up resident on the same seat and use your womanly charms to flirt and entice the said bartender to notice you. It can be quite awkward if she is extra keen, but you aren't interested, I tended to just remain polite and tell her what a lovely woman she is, but unfortunately guest/crew relations are forbidden, and what a terrible shame that was. Though of course sometimes 2 or even 3 women might take a liking to you, now that can get really tricky!!

I noticed her on the first day, she was there with her parents who'd ordered drinks from me, she didn't speak at all, her parents had cocktails and she had a Pepsi. I spoke with her parents for a short while whilst making the drinks, the usual first day chit-chat, how was the journey, where have you come from etc.. Then they headed off in to the Casino and I didn't see them again.

The next day when I started my shift I was given a heads up from one of the other bartenders, letting me know that there was a girl asking for me last night after I'd left, another telltale sign that you'd got an admirer. I'd like to add at this point, though perhaps you don't believe me, I didn't shag around with any woman I could, I'd say for the most part I had a number of "Holiday Romances" with women I was genuinely attracted to, and if I currently had a girlfriend, I always behaved myself... haha, yeah I know, you don't care... I was just brought up that way!! Anyway.. I asked what the girl looked like and the description was a clear match for Pepsi Girl. I asked his opinion, she is like 16 or something right, he thought so, I didn't want an underage girl hanging around getting all doe eyed, so made the conscious decision not to encourage her.

Sure enough Pepsi girl turned up a little later in the evening, this time no parents in tow. She was also clearly hanging back waiting for me to be free so she could order from me, I felt a little bad, she was clearly very cute, but didn't want to encourage her. When I was free Pepsi girl approached me and ordered a Bud Light... That threw Me!! At this time, due to the ship being in International waters, the drinking age was 18, (though the company changed their policy to 21 a few years later), of course I had to ID her, she was 3 weeks away from her 19th birthday.

Her name was April, which really suited her, she was bright and fresh and pure. I'm not going to lie, when she ordered a beer my heart skipped a beat, I'd gone from dreading having an underage girl hanging around the bar all cruise to wondering what the cruise might hold in store. Sweet April was from Tennessee and OMG, what an amazing delightful sweet as peaches accent she had. She was quietly spoken, had dead straight blonde hair with a fringe (or bangs as you American's say) that framed her pretty face, rosy cheeks and a bright blue eyes. She was the poster child for the phrase "butter wouldn't melt", she was also incredibly shy.

She dressed not overtly sexually, always wore jeans, but damn they made her tight little arse look amazing, she was very skinny, with no boobs to speak of at all, all reasons why I assumed she was much younger. Whilst at first her actions suggested she was interested in me, she wasn't exactly flirting, though I think she was just so shy, just being there was a big step for her. A trick I learnt early on was to learn the capital cities for all States, an English boy who knew something about a girl's home state, it always impressed. So I asked her about home, was she anywhere near Nashville, talked about school, just normal things, she asked me about England, all very gentle and safe topics.

It became clear that whilst she was 18, she was a sweet young 18, and whilst she clearly had a crush on me, and that was nice to have the attention, it would go no further. The cruise was 7 days and every night she'd spend a good portion of time at my bar, sometimes with her parents and I'd talk with them about what they'd done on the island etc.. The mother at one point when April wasn't there even made a point of teasing me, saying how her daughter clearly had a big crush on me, but what young American girl wouldn't fall for my accent, she was flirting a little herself, there was certainly no malice. The rest of the cruise played out like that, she'd hang out and we'd chat, talk about goals, the future, music, pretty much anything that wasn't sexual, I couldn't help but think one day a young lad is going to have an awful lot of fun with this girl.

Before long it was the last night and I was surprised that I'd not seen her, but suspected she was up at the farewell deck party with her parents. My shift finished at midnight and I was starting to feel a little sad she wasn't going to at least come and say goodbye, then with 15 minutes of my shift left she turned up looking even more sheepish than usual. Without speaking, just flashing me a nervous smile, she handed me a tip envelope, mouthed goodbye and did a little wave, then left. Getting a tip envelope was pretty standard from older people, but not from somebody of her age, I suspected it might be a letter with her address, so went out the back to see what it said. I was right about it being a letter, but the contents of the letter came as a huge surprise.

I can't remember the exact words, which is a shame because it was written so beautifully, but it said about how she was incredibly shy and that she'd fancied me all cruise long, but hadn't had the guts to do anything about it. She really appreciated me being polite and respectful, not like the jerks she knew at home, but she had also been waiting for me to make a move on her. It was now the last night and she would really regret it if she didn't ask me now, so could I come and see her in her cabin after I finished work. Obviously, this unexpected invitation was one that I could not turn down, and I did the very fireable offence of heading to her cabin after work.

Crew are not permitted in passenger areas when not working, and at no time allowed on any of the accommodation decks, so even if I was just seen walking down a corridor I'd get in big trouble. The two options were to rush and get changed in to normal clothes, so I'd not stick out as much, but equally, everyone pretty much knows everyone, so getting caught not in uniform in passenger areas, there really was no excuse. At least if I had on my uniform I could make some feeble attempt at claiming I was taking a short cut to the crew bar.

So I'd always stay in uniform and try and perform some kind of mission impossible deed to get to where I needed to be unseen, at least in those days there were no cameras, I suspect it'd be near impossible now. Being late it was obviously quiet, there were always 2 security guards on duty, but they were unlikely to be patrolling passenger areas, but even so, it was nerve wracking especially when your beloved's room was no where near a staff entrance and you had walk down a long corridor with no escape should somebody show up.

I made my way to her door and knocked, hoping she'd be quick in answering the door, there was an agonising wait, especially as I could hear some voices not too far away. The door soon swung open and there was the pretty and perfect April, wrapped in a towel. I wasn't quite sure what to expect, but suspected she might be a virgin and perhaps some snogging and heavy petting might be as far as it'd go, I'm never quite sure what all that baseball base references are, but pretty sure it wasn't going to be a home run!?!? (Is that what full sex is.. Haha). She quickly ushered me in and shut the door, I barely had time to think, let alone speak, and the mood changed.

She didn't say a word, just dropped the towel, revealing her tidy little body, before I'd been able to take in her beauty, she pushed me right up against the door and started snogging the face off me and pawing at my my trousers. It was insane, how a girl that pretty and sweet, that shy and reserved in public was a complete animal, she was like no other woman I'd been with before, completely taking control. She was feverishly undressing me and kissing me, down my neck across my chest as she removed my shirt, then as she pulled down my trousers and pants she sank to her knees and without ceremony went to town on my cock. There was no tender licking, light strokes or nibbles, she grasped if firmly and sank her mouth down on it, she had a lovely technique of wanking my cock down and removing her hand as she sank her mouth down my shaft, then re-grabbing it as she released it from mouth, fuck it felt incredible.

I was some what restricted, my shoes still on, my trousers around my ankles, so I just leant back against her door and let her pleasure me. This feverish and lustful worship of my cock carried on for a few minutes, she clearly had some pent up sexual frustration, but after a while stood back up and looked me in the eyes and spoke for the first time.

"Hello...." she whispered in her sexy Southern accent, big smile on her face.

"I was worried you weren't going to come, I didn't think you fancied me." Her sentence took a little while to complete as kept pecking me with little kisses as she spoke. I put my hands on her shoulders and held her at arms length, getting my first look at her little gymnast type body, she really had no tits to speak of, but what she did have was pretty much puffy swollen nipples, something which just looked so cute and sexy, to this day I think I've got a thing for puffy nipples because of her. Her pubic hair was trimmed and neatly shaped, her private areas delightfully white from her holiday in the Caribbean sun, having not worked pool bar during the cruise I'd never had the pleasure of seeing her in her bikini, going by the large white bits it was quite conservative. As I looked at her she briefly got a little shy and covered her chest.

"You hate my tits don't you, I hate them, they are so small, I might as well be a boy" I firmly placed my hands on her wrists and looked in to her eyes and smiled, she relaxed a little and allowed me to lower her hands, I let them go and placed my hands over her white puffy nipples, I'd never really seen a girl with breasts like that and I loved how the flesh of her budding bosom was so much softer and squishy than a developed breasts, i lowered my mouth and delighted in taking her entire little breast in to my mouth, it was so nice feeling in my mouth and I could feel her nipple and the texture of her breast changing in my mouth.

"Finger my pussy"... It was funny, she'd started dominant, completely in charge, then when she started to talk to me and express concerns that I'd not fancied her, she closed up like a flower. Suddenly she was back in control, and from that moment on, I was pretty much her plaything, happy to do what ever she instructed.

I experienced another first when I reached my hand down between her legs, she was full of surprises. Having not seen her vagina, sliding my hand between her thighs as I devoured her pretty tit, my very first thought, which lasted a mere nano second, was "She's got a penis?" My hand had slid across her tight tummy and through the fine little patch of pubes and my fingers met with dangling flesh. As soon as my fingers touched after the fleeting thought of cock, I soon realised that she had the fleshiest boldest labia I'd ever seen, not just in person, but in magazines too.

As soon as I realised this I felt my cock throb, I pressed my fingers on to her succulent flesh and felt her juices coating my hand, her lips sliding around my fingers. It was strange that her breasts made her feel self-conscious, but her unique labia seemed to be a source of pride. She certainly loved my enthusiastic reaction and grabbed my face and pulled it off her tit and started snogging me, dragging me stumbling, legs still bound over to the bed, she feverishly helped me finish stripping and then pushed me on to the bed, as I climbed up she was like a monkey climbing a tree as she moved across my body, my cock between her legs she started to grind against me and kiss me. Fortunately she wanted the same thing as me, I had to eat her sweet wet fleshy cunt.

Without me saying anything she turned and got in position, she was so light on top of me, I loved how easily I could pick her up and mover her about, position her tight little arse so her sweet juicy pussy was mine, what a feast, I barely knew where to begin, I just wanted to look at it and admire it, however this was not an option as she demanded I suck on her fat lips.

I'd been with girls who would give pointers, or encouraging moans when you were hitting the right spot, or in longer relationships had more specific direction, but April, she was telling me exactly what she want and not shy about talking filthy, spread her wide like a butterfly, telling me how pretty her pussy looks when she is all opened up, asking me to finger her arse, suck on her clit, instruction after instruction, I found it such a turn on and didn't mind that she wasn't really sucking my cock, was just casually wanking me as she orchestrated the performance. I'm not sure if it would get tiring or frustrating being with somebody like that all the time, but this shy little mouse turning out to be a tiger in bed, fuck I loved it.

She stopped talking as she got closer to orgasm, the words became more repetitive, yes, yes, yes, oh god, oh god, oh god, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, you get the gist. When she did cum she ground her big swollen juicy cunt right in to my face, fuck it was amazing, where had this girl been all cruise, why the fuck didn't she let on she was a little fuck machine earlier. After cumming she had a little breather, turned around and cuddled me, her tiny sweaty body so nice pressed against me.

Then out of the blue she asked me to use her hairbrush on her, reached over, grabbing it from her bedside table and handed it to me. I took it and must have looked a little confused, I'd never used a toy on a woman before, I assumed she wanted me to fuck her with it, and the idea was certainly an exciting one.

However that wasn't what she meant, she looked impishly at me with a naughty grin and said she wanted me to spank her ass, which surprised me further still, really not short of surprises this little firecracker! She got on all fours and stuck her beautiful arse in my face complete with her sexy fresh tan lines, the contrast to the rich brown of her toned legs and the virgin pure white of her arse was so fucking hot. When she was on all fours I had the most amazing view of her tight arsehole and engorged and glistening wet pussy lips, I had to restrain myself from just burying my face in there again. I must have been looking for some time as she looked back over her shoulder and with a scalding reminded me what she wanted to do.

I'd never spanked a girl before and found the prospect very exciting, I started off hitting her somewhat pathetically, scared of hurting her, she kept telling I was not hitting her hard enough and to do it harder, in the end I was fair stinging her arse with a real crack, her backside going a fiery red. This went on for some time and I was surprised at the pleasure she was obviously getting, she kept reaching between her legs and rubbing her clit; telling me how amazing it felt and was making the most amazing noises. Eventually she instructed me to finger her pussy, she wanted me to feel how wet she was, though I could already see! Watching my fingers glide between her fleshy lips, seeing them flap and wave as I rhythmically gently stroked her tight sweet cunt, but of course she wanted it harder, finally demanding that I fuck her with the brush.

It was the first time I'd used a toy on a woman and I was incredibly turned on, even a little nervous. Whilst I was fucking her with it, I told her how much it excited me and how hard I was. How the sight of the brush handle sliding in and out of her wet pussy, it glistening as it glided between her juicy pussy lips whilst she wriggled and moaned was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. To that she ordered me to sit up and gave me a show, I still couldn't get over how such a seemingly young & innocent looking shy girl could be so sexually confident.

First she sat legs spread rubbing her clit with 1 hand and easing the brush in her pussy with the other, she was so slick. It was very clear she'd done this before, and as well as fucking herself, teased and spread her petals, laying them out like a perfect meaty butterfly, her wetness coating the hard shiny handle. She then took the brush and licked it clean, I remember there was a hole in the handle and it had collected her juices, fuck it was hot watching her tongue her own cum.

After she'd given me this teasing erotic show, she got onto her knees, her arse just inches away from my face. Her focus was now changed, before it was a performance, now she was just making herself cum. She was leant forward on her left shoulder, her left hand on her clit, her right hand reaching over the top of her bum as she started pounding the brush in to her pussy. There was no tease now, no ceremony, just a pussy bashing, lots of moaning and her juices dripping down the brush and dropping on to the bed. I'd started by stroking my cock whilst watching, but knew with the incredible visual and audio stimuli that I had to stop or I would climax too soon.

April was now very close and started barking out instructions, like she had to get across what she wanted me to do before the orgasm took away her ability to function. She wanted me to spank her, and she wanted me to cum all over her pussy and arse, two things I was happy to oblige with. As soon as my hand struck her bum cheek she started to lose it, my cock in my left hand, my right delivering firm whacks we were both over the edge. As she moaned and declared for a second time she was cumming, I pressed my cock up against the hard handle, being lovingly held by her fleshy lips and spunked all over her pussy and little arsehole. Quite possibly one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had, we once again cuddled and writhed around, our bodies covered in each others liquids.

The night didn't end there, though for the majority of the rest of the night it was more normal fucking... even some love making. She performed oral on me to get me hard and then we just tried numerous different positions, I'd never fucked somebody so small and light before, and she was very limber too. My lasting impression though was the vision of a girl fucking herself with her hair brush, that is one of my strongest sexual memories. It being so graphic, and something I've wanked over so many times over the years, it really cemented many of my kinks. I always had a bit of a thing for women with long straight hair and even hair brushing, but this took that to a whole other level. Then there is my interest in object play and spanking, and especially my love of a good girl, pretty, sweet, innocent, but like a crazed slut in private.

I left at 4.30am, there was a real danger of me falling asleep and getting stuck in the cabin, escaping unseen in the morning would have been far harder. As it happens, the story doesn't end there, and if things had worked out slightly differently, who knows we could now be married...

An Epilogue.

April and I exchanged addresses and for over 3 years we wrote to each other as friends, but there was always that night, a special bond. She went off to university, had boyfriends, I'd had girlfriends, we shared everything about life. I left the ships, moved back home for a while, she moved Universities, changed addresses, somewhere along the line letters got missed, new addresses not past on, there was no such thing as email. Then about 15 years ago I got a message via facebook, "Is this Michael who used to work for Carnival?" It was the beautiful April, she had something that she wanted to tell me and a song had encouraged her to do so.

She'd grown up surrounded by Jocks, her older brother was a quarterback, his friends used to hit on her all the time, but she was a bookworm, she was more interested in study. She couldn't stand all the male ego and an expectation of what being a young pretty American girl meant. Then she went on holiday and met a polite and respectful English guy that treated her like a person, not a sex object and she'd fallen in love with him. For the rest of her life, every guy that she met, she compared him to me, I had become her benchmark for what a guy should be like.

Now here is the kicker, after I left the ships, I was home in the SW for a few months then got a job as a bar manager in London. About 3 months after I moved to London April came and lived in London for 6 months as an exchange student. She had thought we'd meet up, not really sure what might happen, but as I'd never responded to her letter telling me the exciting news (one that I never got), she thought I wasn't interested in meeting.

The song that had encouraged her to message me, if you happen to have read some of my other stories, this is the ultimate root of my strange abnormal liking of an artist usually reserved for a different demographic. It was "Enchanted" by Taylor Swift, the whole lyric reminder her of me and our time together, but it ends with the line "I'll spend forever wondering if you knew, I was enchanted to meet you". She said every time she heard the song, she thought of me and had to tell me, because Taylor had said so... or words to that effect. There was no other motive, she is now happily married, 3 kids, a wonderful life, but even now we still message 2 or 3 times a year, catching up and chatting, who knows where things might be now if I'd got that letter!