The Stateroom Attendant

Tom dropped the last suitcase on the bed and looked around their cabin. It was their first cruise and he didn't known what to expect. But he liked what he saw so far: their cabin was long and narrow and clean, with a queen bed against one wall and two bunks for the kids, and a sliding glass door that opened onto a railed veranda. That was the one thing Tom had insisted upon: he wanted to see the ocean.

"I need to put my things away," Jen said to him from the bathroom. "If you see our attendant, ask for more hangers for the closet. There aren't nearly enough."

Tom raised an eyebrow. "Attendant?"

"Yes. There's one assigned to the cabin."

Very nice, Tom thought as he unzipped his suitcase on the bed and flipped it open. He turned from the bed to the closet and looked inside. Jen was right: there was definitely not enough hangers for all they'd brought, and Tom knew he would be last in line to stake a claim to closet space.

"All right," he said. "I'll ask."

Just as he spoke there was a quiet knock at the cabin door.

"Get it please," Jen said. "That might be our attendant right there."

Tom shut the closet and moved to the cabin door. He opened it halfway and peered out. Standing outside, in the hallway, was a small trim woman holding a stack of white towels. She wore a uniform of gray slacks and a black, short-sleeve top. Her hair was long and dark, and she had pulled it back to make a severe ponytail. She smiled at Tom, showing very white teeth.

He smiled back reflexively. "Hi," he said.

"Hi, Mr. Tom! My name is Mavi. I'm your stateroom attendant for this cruise. Welcome aboard!"

"Thank you," he said, surprised that she knew his name but pleased.

He felt something else, also. The woman had some spark, some inner allure, he couldn't quite see or put his finger on that drew him to her even as he saw her now for the first time. He wondered at this strange sensation as he opened the door fully and motioned for her to enter the cabin.

As she passed him, inches away, he caught a clean floral scent from her hair that sent his mind spinning in directions he hadn't expected. His eyes dropped to her rear. It was small and firm, and moved with grace beneath the tight fabric of her uniform slacks.

Cad! he thought angrily. He was leering at the woman like a teenage boy.

Tom focused himself and cleared his throat. "You can put them on the bed," he said, gesturing to the towels in her arms. "My wife's in the bathroom at the moment. And thanks, I'm sure we'll need these."

"You're very welcome, Mr. Tom," Mavi said, smiling at him again. Her eyes were dusky brown and bright with personality. "I'm here to help. If you need anything, please ask me. I wish to make your stay with us wonderful!"

"Thank you," he said again. "That's very kind of you."

As Tom listened to himself, he filled his mind with her. If asked, he would have called her petite. She was slightly built, her head rising no higher than his shoulder. A thin black belt was cinched tightly around a trim waist, drawing out hips that curved just enough to be noticed.

"Actually there is one thing, Mavi," he said. "Could we get some more hangers?" He gestured to the closet.

She smiled. "Of course! How many?"

Tom turned up his hands. "Maybe a dozen? Fifteen?"

"Okay, I will bring you hangers. Is this your first cruise with us, Mr. Tom?"

He nodded. "Yes, and I like it already." He held her eyes as he said this, then felt a flush of embarrassment. He didn't want to get off on the wrong foot with her the very first day.

But she held his gaze boldly for a heartbeat before dropping her eyes. She reached out to fuss with the towels on the bed. Tom's heart caught and shuddered. Had there been a response there? Surely not. He was acting the horny teenager again.

Pull yourself together, Tommy!

Jen opened the bathroom door and stepped out. She was tall where Mavi was short, and auburn-haired where Mavi was raven black. "Hi," she said, smiling at Mavi. "I'm Jen."

Mavi smiled back at Jen and Tom wondered if he was imagining that the wattage of that smile was somewhat less than he'd received moments before.

"Oh, I know your name, Ms. Jen!" Mavi said brightly. "I know the names of all my guests. I am Mavi. I'm pleased to meet you both." She turned her dark eyes back to Tom then, and he felt an unexpected flash of something hot and thrilling.

A thousand thoughts whirled through his mind. Is she...? Or is it just me? Am I being stupid? He didn't know. It was a very long time since he'd dated or courted a woman. His radar was surely rusty, and quite likely faulty now. Still there was something about this woman: something that played over him like an electric current.

Jesus, down boy.

"Are you coming up to the pool deck with me?" Jen said to him. She had emerged wearing a long flowing white dress that surely hid a bikini. "There's a bar right in the pool. I want to do that."

Tom pulled himself out of his daze. "Sure, honey. Let me find my trunks in this mess and I'll be right up."

Mavi moved toward the cabin door now and Tom kept his eyes above her neck, trying to damp whatever fire it was that now burned in him. "There's no hurry on the hangers," he said to her retreating back. "I'm sure you're busy. First day and all."

"Okay, Mr. Tom," Mavi said. "Goodbye, Ms. Jen!" She waggled four fingers at them cheerfully as she opened the cabin door and went out.

"I like her," Jen said. "She seems sweet. I hope she's good because we're messy."

Tom chuckled at that but his mind had followed Mavi out into the ship. He wondered where she slept and what hours she worked, and how she looked under that prim uniform of gray and black.

"Tom, are you okay?"

He blinked and looked at Jen. "I'm fine, just tired from the flight. We all got up early."

"Well, go find your trunks and meet me at the pool bar," she said. "The map of the ship says Deck Twelve. I want to start this vacation right now." She gave him an air kiss before moving toward the door.

"Order me a gin and tonic," he said. "Be right up."

The door shut behind Jen with a quiet click and Tom was alone. He stood unmoving and took stock. He hadn't felt this way in a very long time: that urgent physical chemistry upon meeting a woman who immediately made every nerve of him hum with fire. The intensity of it made him shiver.

What was it about Mavi? He shook his head. He didn't know. He only knew she had struck him an unexpected blow that sent him head over heels. He remembered her smile, her sweetly scented hair, the compact delicateness of her, the way she held his gaze so boldly for that one moment that seemed to stretch on and on.

He discovered he was erect.

Not just erect, but steel hard and keening with need. Desire filled his being and hungered for release. His hands trembled. Good God, what's the matter with me?

He fumbled in his suitcase and found his swim trunks, but his mind never strayed from Mavi. He pulled off his shirt then his trousers and boxers. He noticed himself in a full-length mirror fixed to the wall by the closet. His eyes went immediately to his erection. It stood out from his hips, long and thick, and surely as big as it could get. His erection seemed to say to him it was here to stay until he...

I'll make it quick, he thought, then laughed at himself. Of course it would be quick.

He sat on the bed, wholly nude, and laid the swim trunks on the comforter next to him. He brushed his fingertips up and down the underside of the hard shaft. His breath caught. The pleasure of his own touch was more intense than he'd felt in a very long time. His nerves were alert and wanting. He closed his eyes and recalled to his mind the scent of Mavi's hair as she passed him, and the thrill it had given him. He gripped his cock in his right hand, squeezing just enough to feel the pulse of it, savoring the tension that begged for release.

God, he was hard.

Mavi had done it to him. How would he get through the week with that woman dominating his dreams and his waking thoughts? Tom wondered if he would be stroking himself to a shuddering climax every day after she left, like the teenage boy he seemed to have become.

He sat on the bed, lost in a whorl of fantasies about the small dark woman, piling one on top of the other, his mind flooded with desire and his hand stroking his cock, moving slowly and carefully so that sweet tension wouldn't be released too soon. It seemed he would draw this out after all.

A quiet knock at the cabin door cut through his haze of lust. He opened his eyes. Oh God, it's her! She's back already!

Tom could see most of himself in the wall mirror. His knees were open wide and his curled fist was full of his straining cock. The head of it was shiny and his hand felt slippery. A corner of the bathroom wall hid him completely from the doorway and he could have jumped up before Mavi entered the cabin and thrown on his swim trunks, or ducked quickly into the bathroom itself before the cabin door could swing open.

But he didn't move.

Instead he waited. His heart thundered in his chest and he could feel its hard, driving pulse in his cock. He took his hand away, leaving the hard arrow between his open legs pointing at the ceiling.

He rested his hands on his knees. Arousal and fear surged in him. God, what am I doing?

There was a second knock, now louder, then a pause before the door snicked open and Tom heard Mavi slip into the cabin. His fevered mind raced. What would she say? What would she do? Would he be thrown off the ship? Would she tell Jen? All this and more burned through him. But none of it mattered. He wanted her to see him. He needed her to see him, to see what she'd done to him. His fingers on his knees shook with desire and anticipation.

But before she came around the corner hiding him Tom closed his eyes and bowed his head, to preserve the illusion he wasn't so bold as to sit naked on the bed knowing Mavi was entering the cabin. He heard the pad of her shoes on the carpet, then a sharp intake of breath. He opened his eyes and looked up at her.

"Hi, Mavi," he said. His voice caught on the words but he forced them out.

She wore the same black and gray uniform as before but now she carried a dozen or more hangers in her hands. He saw her surprise, then her shock. Her eyes dropped to his erection, then jerked back up again.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Tom!" she said quietly, almost a whisper. "I didn't mean to... I knocked... I have your hangers." She held them out to him.

Tom smiled at her. He felt as if he were drowning in a sea of desire, nearly unable to breath. "Thank you, Mavi," he said. "You can put them in the closet."

She pulled her eyes from him and opened the closet door. The hangers jangled as she put them on the bar, one by one. Her ass jiggled slightly in her slacks as she moved and Tom swallowed thickly. He was drunk with her. Nothing mattered now but that she was here with him, like this.

Mavi shut the closet door softly and turned back to him. Her eyes held something different now, as if she'd come to some decision while working in the closet. She gave him a small, sweet smile.

"Who did that to you, Mr. Tom? Ms. Jen?"

Tom shook his head. The frankness of her gaze and nearness of her made him nearly speechless. He'd heard some women could orgasm without touching themselves, and he was never certain he believed it. But now he felt he might do it himself, even while his hands rested on his knees: rising to a ferocious, groaning climax that put everything he had on the carpet while Mavi watched.

He took a deep breath to ward it off. He would tell her. Surely, she knew anyway. "No, Mavi," he said. "It was you. You did this to me."

As he said this, Tom clenched himself to head off orgasm. He felt eighteen again and at the mercy of his physical desires. His jaw was tight with it.

Wearing a soft, solemn expression, Mavi stepped toward him. Her leg came near to touching his knee and she reached out to place her fingers on his shoulder. Her touch was cool but he could feel the warmth of her body. He looked up at her. Her eyes held no reproach, no fear, no rejection. He had the thought then that maybe she was lonely. Maybe she needed something too, but could never ask for it.

Her fingers began to move, stroking his shoulder then his neck, dipping into his hair. "What do you want, Mr. Tom?" she asked quietly.

God, what don't I want? He reached out to caress her leg. It felt strong under the fabric. He wanted to see it. He wanted to see all of her, as she could see all of him.

"You," he said. "I want you." He had meant the words to be forceful, but they came out as a croak through the constriction in his throat. Every muscle of his body seemed to squeeze and quake.

She glanced at his image in the mirror, her gaze falling again to his erect cock reflected there, then she moved around to stand between his open knees. Wordlessly, she tugged her uniform shirt from her pants and pulled it up and over her head in a graceful motion. She offered him that sweet, soft smile again and he watched her small, strong fingers unbuckle the black belt then unbutton her slacks. He imagined those fingers wrapped around him, squeezing and stroking him firmly, pulling him swiftly over the edge into shattering orgasm.

Mavi pushed down her slacks and stepped out of them, and when she stood erect again he reached out to trace the curve of her bare hip with his open hand, then down the gentle outward swell of her thigh. He didn't trust himself to speak, so he let his hands tell her what he needed her to know. She unhooked her bra and his hands went to her small breasts, cupping them, then teasing the brown nipples. She sighed and put her fingers into his hair again, rubbing his scalp.

"You can have me, Mr. Tom," she said. "If you let me have this."

She lowered herself to her knees between his legs and looked up at him with the tip of his cock nearly touching her chin. Her eyes were wide and dark, and he could see his own desire mirrored back at him.

He wrapped his right hand around the bottom of his cock and offered it to her. He struggled for words to express the depth of his need for her. "You... God, Mavi... You... I... I can't resist!" The last words came out as a hiss of desire.

She gave him another smile, her own hunger deepening the sweetness of it. She nodded understanding and he saw in her face the pleasure of being wanted so intensely. Without breaking their eye contact, Mavi put out her tongue and licked the head of his cock. It was a fleeting touch of warmth but it made him jerk on the bed.

She laughed softly at him and slipped the head between her lips, and when Tom took his hand from the base of his shaft, she replaced it with her own. In the mirror behind her, he could see her kneeling before him: the fall of her raven hair leading his gaze down a narrow, muscled back to the swell of her small hips and the soft circles of her ass. All of it flexed and worked together as she sucked him in a mesmerizing sexual rhythm.

Her mouth was hot around him and her fingers gripped him strongly. Tom took in a long shuddering breath. He felt his orgasm rising. "Mavi," he said.

Her eyes came back to his. His thick shaft was still deep in her mouth, stretching her lips wide. He had the sense that she was aware how her pose affected him and she enjoyed it.

"I need you," he said to her.

She smiled around his cock then pulled away with a last lingering lick, seeming almost greedy to taste him. Then she stood and whisked off her panties, dropping them neatly on the pile of her other things. Then she gave him an almost chaste kiss on the lips and moved to the tall mirror on the wall. She faced it squarely and bent to put her hands against the wall on either side of the glass. She met his gaze in the reflection.

"Take me, Mr. Tom," she said.

Tom surged from the bed, electrified. His eyes devoured her erotic pose. He wanted her. He needed her. He felt as if he had never needed anything more in his life. He wanted to have her. To possess her. To give her everything he had, and become lost in this insane desire for her.

Mavi seemed to see all this in his eyes and she dropped her hips so her small muscular ass pointed at him, inviting him boldly, lewdly, to enter her. To take her for his own. Between her thighs was the soft swell of her pussy, shaven clean but for a ridge of short raven hair above.

"Oh Mavi," he breathed. He settled his hands on her hips and put his feet between hers. The head of his cock slid wetly across her cheeks, now open for him. She was giving herself to him and he would take all of her.

He took his cock in his hand and guided it to her, rubbing the head across her clit. She shivered and when he entered her, she breathed words he didn't understand. She was slick and hot, and he thrust his hips to push himself deeper, hungry to feel all of her gripping all of him. Mavi dropped her head below her arms so the black tail of her hair hung low.

"Oh, Mr. Tom," she said in a low, throaty voice.

He thrust eagerly. She raised her head again and he could see in the mirror her closed eyes and a slight smile on her lips as she swam in her own private world of pleasure. He took the swell of her hips in his hands and they fucked each other greedily. She used her own hands on the wall to push back against him, resisting him stiffly so his cock pounding into her made her tiny body shudder. They moved together, grinding and writhing, until Mavi dropped her head again and shivered into orgasm.

Her pussy spasmed on his cock, squeezing and releasing him as she came. She whispered something tightly, over and over, groaning and shaking the long ponytail back and forth. He felt her thighs trembling. Then she was still and relaxed back against him, breathing hard. She met his eyes in the mirror again. The hunger in them was strong: a lust to match his own.

His own orgasm came then, catching him by surprise. It rose swift and irresistible, ripping through him, making him weak. As he rode that sweet storm of pleasure, his cock surged and released in Mavi, surged and released, again and again, filling her with his cum. He wanted her to have it all. He wanted to give her every last drop of himself, so she would know how much he desired her. How much he needed her.

When it was over, she gave him that sweet, soft smile in the mirror. But now it held a tinge of affection. "Mr. Tom," she said.

He caressed her back. "Yes, Mavi?"

"You have a lot of suitcases. I will bring you more hangers tomorrow."