The Photo Shop Ch. 88

The Photo Shop by Candyman666©

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Chapter 88: Cruising with Gladys.

God, I absolutely needed to do something about the cruise I promised Gladys, only I had no idea when it would be convenient for her to accompany me. I decided to give her a ring to figure out when she would be able to take a week's vacation; she picked up after the third ring.

"Hello, Happy Haberdashery, Gladys speaking, how may I help you?"

"Hi, Gladys, Lew."

"Oh my God, that's been a while. I began to fear you had died or didn't want to speak to me anymore.

"I'm ever so sorry, Gladys, but I've been so busy the past couple of weeks photographing kids for their communion or Spring celebration, but now I have a bit more time, and I want to make good on my promise to take you on a cruise. "

"You hadn't forgotten? To be honest, I never thought you would remember. "

"When I make a promise, I always keep it. You should know that, dear. "

"Yes, you are right. I can't remember a time when you didn't do what you promised, so a cruise?"

"Yes, when would be convenient for you to go on the high seas with me for a week?"

"How about two weeks from now?"

"Jeez, I don't know if I can book a cruise at such short notice."

"Don't they have some last-minute thing? You might even be better off that way."

"I haven't the faintest idea, but I'll check. Is there anywhere in particular you wanna go?"

"I don't really mind, but I'd prefer not to have to fly. It's more about the experience of the ship, similar to what you had when you were cruising with your other girlfriend."

"I see, well, that narrows it down; I guess it'll be from Rotterdam or Amsterdam then."

"Great, we can go there by taxi, or Ariel can use my car to take us."

"Indeed, OK, give me a few days, and I'll come back to you with a proposal."

"Looking forward to it, mister cruise expert."

"I'm far from an expert, darling; I've only been on a cruise once, remember?"

"That is one more time than little old me, so that makes you an expert in my opinion."

"OK, but I don't want any complaints if it is not to your liking."

"Agreed."

"OK, cheers, Gladys, I'll get back to you as soon as I have something."

"Wonderful, I can't wait to sail the high seas with you."

Now that was a challenge. I hoped I'd be able to find something that she liked, but how hard could it be? I got behind my computer and started typing on Google.

'Cruises sailing from Rotterdam or Amsterdam'

I got a list from here to Tokyo. God, I had no idea there were so many cruises sailing from those two ports. Going over them, I found that I needed to put in some more parameters to get what I was looking for. A number of the proposed cruises sailed out of one of the two ports but ended somewhere else, which would oblige us to fly back home. A number were also far longer than just the one week we wanted, so I started to sort through them. After about a quarter of an hour, I found a few. Some with Holland-America line, some with Celebrity, and a few with MSC. What immediately drew my attention was that there were some serious price differences between them, with MSC by far the cheapest.

As I was paying for the whole thing, I went for the cheapest, of course; a cruise is a cruise, and chose one sailing out of Rotterdam, visiting a few ports in the North Sea, and returning to Rotterdam. They were offering a last-minute suite for barely 2500 Euros. With the other cruise lines, that kind of cabin would cost me double or even triple that amount. Even if I added the most expensive drinks package and maybe a few excursions, this MSC thing was very affordable.

I called Gladys again.

"Hi Gladys, I think I have found something which would work."

"That was quick."

"Yes, it even surprised me. I had to learn some stuff about departing and arriving ports and something called gratuities, but I think I've found something that might interest you."

"OK, tell me more."

"It's a ship from the MSC cruise line, named Poesia. I have no idea how you pronounce it, but it seems like a nice ship, poesy or no poesy. They offer a suite, which is the kind of cabin I presume is similar to the kind of cabin I sailed in before. They are spacious, have a balcony, and there is a special offer including gratuities and a premium drinks package."

"I thought that food and drink were always included on a cruise."

"I'm afraid not; you can either buy drinks per drink, or you book a package for 15 drinks per person per day. The one they are offering includes even their top wines and all cocktails."

"Wow, we're going to be plastered the whole cruise."

"If you drink 15 cocktails, you might be, yes, but you also have specialty coffees or teas."

"OK, and where does this cruise go to?"

"The ship sails from Rotterdam, then docks in Cherbourg, Le Havre, Southampton, Hamburg, and then back to Rotterdam."

"Sounds interesting, although they are not that far from where we live; I've never been to any of these places."

"So are you interested?"

"Absolutely!"

"Shall I book it then?"

"I leave that up to you. When exactly is the departure date?"

"Friday in two weeks, can you make it?"

After a while and some noise of her going through what I guess was her calendar, she came back.

"That's OK for me, so we'll be back one week later?"

"Yes."

"Excellent, I'll be back just before the start of the mid-season sales period."

"So, I book it?"

"Yeees! Book it and let me know what I need to pay."

"It's my treat, darling, as an apology for taking so long before I got around to it."

"No, no, I said I want to pay my share."

"Forget it, it's an excellent deal, and you can always pay me in a more natural way."

"You........ mean, you want to ravish me?"

"Wouldn't you like to be ravished?"

"I heard that women get very horny on board cruise ships. Apparently, it has to do with the vibrations of the ship. So it might be the other way around."

"I never heard of that phenomenon, and did not experience it the first time I sailed, but hey, let's see if it has that effect on you. That'll be payment enough."

"OK, be prepared to be worn out, buster."

"Bring it on, woman."

"OK, when do you know it's a go?"

"With a bit of luck, in about fifteen minutes, I do need some information from you."

"OK, what do you need to know, the size of my bra, or my shoes, or how much I weigh?"

"No, silly, I need your full name, your date of birth, and the number of your passport."

"OK, my full name, you should know that, Gladys Van der Straeten, my date of birth, March 10, 1952, marital status, widow, passport number... oh my God, I think the one I have may be expired."

"I don't think they want to know about your marital status; they don't care what the relationship between two people is who share a cabin. But you'd better get a new passport pronto if you want to sail in a couple of weeks."

"OK, I'll get on that this afternoon."

"Excellent, if I remember correctly, we only need the passport number when we do the online check-in."

"Great, if I remember correctly, getting a passport only takes one week."

"Do you have the required pictures, or else you'd better swing by the shop so I can take them."

"Oh God, yes, that too. I'll come by in about an hour on the way to the commune administration center. Is that OK for you?"

"Absolutely, you know I love to take your picture."

"No nude pictures this time, Lew, strictly the face."

"I know, I'm only pulling your leg, dear."

"OK, see you in one hour then." After which she hung up the phone, and I continued with the booking.

After completing and paying everything, I thought I'd give Grace a ring to tell her about my upcoming seafaring adventure with Gladys. She picked up after the second ring.

"Hello, Perfect Home Realty, Grace speaking, how may I help you?

"Hello, Grace. Lew's Photoshop, Lew speaking."

"Yeah, who else would speak for Lew's Photoshop, silly?"

"Euh, Jada, maybe?"

"Yes, you're right. OK, what's up?"

"I just booked a cruise."

"Got you hooked, hey?"

"Yes, and no, I had promised to take Gladys on a cruise, and I finally got around to it."

"Excellent, and what did you book?"

"I booked a seven-day trip out of Rotterdam around the North Sea, visiting Cherbourg, Le Havre, Southampton, and Hamburg."

"With Holland America."

"Nope, with MSC."

"Oh my God, you didn't?"

"Yes, it was so cheap. Why?"

"You are going to regret this."

"Why, it's a suite, I guess, similar to the cabin we were in on our trip."

"What ship are you on?"

"The Poesia."

"Oh, no, that old piece of junk."

"What do you mean?"

"That ship is seriously due for an overhaul, Lew."

"The Brilliance of the Seas we were on wasn't all that modern either."

"No, but a lot more up-to-date than that MSC ship, and believe me, the service and food are completely different."

"Well, there is not much I can change anymore, but why do you say that the service is not comparable to the service we had on the ship we were on?"

"Let me tell you what happened to me years ago on one of these MSC ships, the only one I ever sailed on. One morning, I was enjoying a croissant in the self-service restaurant when all of a sudden I felt something strange in my mouth, believe it or not, but it was a piece of a plastic bag. So I called the head waiter and confronted him with the evidence. He apologized profusely, asked for my cabin number, and disappeared into the kitchen... and that was the last I heard of it."

"OK."

"Something similar arrived on one of the Royal Caribbean ships I sailed many times, but the outcome was completely different. You know that I sailed many times with them?"

"Yes."

"Well, then, you build up a certain level in their loyalty program and get invited to special events, and the one I'm referring to is the special breakfast buffet we went to as well, remember?"

"Yes, that was a great experience, all the things they offered."

"Well, I was enjoying it as we did, and as dessert, I chose a couple of big strawberries covered in chocolate."

"I remember those as well; they were fabulous."

"At that event, one of mine had a worm crawling out of it, so I called the waiter and told him I had a live one on my plate."

"Same procedure; he apologized profusely and asked for my cabin number. I told him that was something that could happen, and it was not really their fault."

"And that was the last you heard?"

"Yes and no, when we returned to our cabin later in the day, Nancy and I, we found a serving tray, with a platter filled with different cheeses, biscuits, fruits, and a bottle of wine, accompanied by a card signed by the head waiter of the ship giving their apologies for the inconvenience."

"Wow, that is indeed quite different."

"Now that demonstrates the difference between an American and a cheaper cruise line. When you celebrate your birthday on one of their ships, you get a nice cake, but when you want one on MSC, you have to pay for it."

"What shall I do?"

"There's not much you can do anymore, Lew, because when you cancel the trip now, you won't get a refund; it's too close to the departure date. What I can advise you to do is inform Gladys that you made a mistake, and not to expect much. Next time you want to book a cruise, give me a ring, or better yet, ask your friend Maggy to help you; she knows a lot about cruising too, believe me."

"Now that you mention her, I can't understand why I didn't ask her? She always organizes my trips."

"You see, you're never too old to learn, and you just paid to be educated. Maybe Gladys will love it anyway, and you probably won't find any plastic in your croissant."

"I hope so too."

"I'm sure you will enjoy the trip; there are some great sights you will visit, and you can stock up on your favorite baked beans and rich fruit cake in Southampton."

"Yeah, that's a small consolation."

"Be thankful for small favors; if the weather is nice, you will be able to enjoy the pools on board and get an early suntan."

"OK, thanks, Grace, I'll let you know how it went when we get back."

"Cheers, Lew."

"Yeah, cheers."

Now that was a bummer, but OK, let's prepare for the worst and hope for the best. I will certainly tell Gladys about my call with Grace and apologize for being such an idiot.

Half an hour later, Gladys walked into the photo shop for her passport pictures.

"Hi, Gladys, I'm afraid I made a big mistake booking this cruise, well, at least according to Grace anyway."

"Mistake, what kind of mistake?"

"Apparently, this cruise line I booked is not as good as the one Grace and I were on."

"Hey, how bad can it be? I've never been on a cruise ship, so I have nothing to compare it with anyway."

"Yes, you're right, but I wanted you to have a similar experience to the one I had during our Transatlantic cruise."

"Don't worry, big bear, we'll take it as it comes."

"OK, and where does this big bear thing come from all of a sudden?"

"Oh, I always found you a big cuddly bear, so I guess that's what I'll call you from now on."

"You'd better watch out; people might get the wrong idea about our relationship."

"Why, because I have a pet name for you? Unless you have a problem with it?"

"I have no problem, as long as you only use it when we are alone."

"Okidoki. Where do you want me for these passport pictures?"

"Right here in the corner, I have a permanent setup for this kind of picture. I'm the only one in the village who still does these things, unless you want to go in one of those booths in a supermarket."

"I tried this once when I needed pictures for my ID card, but I was sent back three times before they would accept the ones I had. If I had known you did these things, I would've come to you in the first place."

"Well, you know now, and by the way, wipe that smile off your face, woman, this has to look like a mugshot, not a glamour photo."

"Yes, I remember that was one of the many remarks I got that last time: look sour, no teeth, remove your glasses."

"Save the smile and the hot look for when they take your picture before getting on board."

"They take your picture when you get on board?"

"Oh, you better believe it, it has to match the picture I have to upload when I do the online check-in."

"Cruising seems to be a complicated thing."

"It's just all about security. Imagine they let someone on board who wants to hijack the ship, and it helps when getting on and off the ship in the various ports."

"It looks like I have a lot to learn about this cruising business."

"Don't worry, it all seems complicated, but it isn't. Here are your pictures for your passport; you won't have any problems with these."

"Thanks, Lew. How much do I owe you?"

"For you, they are on the house, dear."

"OK, I'll buy you a drink on board for them."

"Not a chance; we have a top drinks package, remember, fifteen drinks a day."

"OK, I'll buy your baked beans then for you when we are in Southampton."

"Deal! Now get to the admin center to get your passport."

"Yes, Dad," she replied with a grin.

Now we had to wait for her passport before I could do the online check-in.

Two weeks later, the day had finally arrived, but instead of taking a taxi, Glady's daughter Ariel was taking us to Rotterdam, and she would pick us up again when we came back from our week on the high seas.

Boarding was easy. After checking our credentials and boarding pass, we could walk straight onto the ship, and we were told that the buffet on deck thirteen was already open for lunch. The trick now was to find our way to deck fifteen, where our suite was located. When we walked past one of the specialty restaurants, a girl was standing there, promoting her place. So I asked her how we could get to that deck. I can't say she was very helpful; that was clearly not her task. Anyway, we finally got to the elevator and to our floor, deck, whatever.

A paper thing was hanging from the doorknob of cabin 15008, ours. Inside it, I found our cruise cards and could open the door. That was the first disappointment; this cabin did absolutely not look like the kind of cabin I had shared with Grace. It was rather narrow but very long, with one side rather dark, as it was far away from the balcony windows. OK, there was plenty of cupboard space, and we had a three-seater settee on the side of the balcony. The bathroom was a further disappointment. A small bath with a shower and a plastic curtain, which we would find out later, sticks to your ass when you take a shower.

The whole thing reminded me of the kind of bathrooms I experienced when I was travelling to Italy for business. One small wash basin, whereas on the ship I was with Grace, we had two, and a nice walk-in shower. There was barely space for two in this bathroom. OK, Grace had warned me that the ship was rather old and it's only for one week. I guess we won't be taking showers together and will take turns using the bathroom. The balcony was nice, with two easy chairs and a small table.

"God, Lew, this is one big bed."

"Is that a problem?"

"I'm not used to sharing a bed. When I was married to George, we had twin beds."

"That, my dear, is no problem. I know from my cruise with Grace that they can split the bed, so I guess they'll be able to do that here as well."

"Are you sure?"

"Let's find the cabin attendant and ask him."

When we walked out again, we continued in the hallway and quickly found one of the cabin attendants. I asked him to please split the bed in our cabin. He made a note and reassured us it would be done as quickly as possible. Then we tried to make our way to deck thirteen for lunch. Going two floors down was no problem, but then we had to walk outside past the various swimming pools, where there was a huge area for smokers - something you almost needed a magnifying glass to find on the other ship.

The cafeteria was busy. On the side we came in, there was only pizza, though fortunately, on the other side, there was lots of stuff to choose from. OK, we could live with that. The quality of the food was well below the level I had experienced on the ship with Grace, but we could order drinks a go-go, fifteen each per day, so we drank a couple of glasses of wine, which immediately put us in a better mood.

After lunch, we continued exploring the ship. After a few mishaps, we found out that the decks to walk from the front of the ship to the back were six and seven, although there were also spots where one side was closed by a wall or a shop, confusing us for the first couple of days. On these decks, where most of the lounges, bars, and the casino were, a place where you could also smoke if you were playing, it smelled awful. There was also a variety of shops, closed now, of course, the future cruise booking desk, and specialty restaurants. And another smoker's area and a small cardroom. Guest services and the excursion desk were in the middle of deck five, but if you wanted to reach those from the front, where our cabin was located, you had to walk through a hallway with cabins on both sides. So much for our tour of the ship

When we got back to the cabin, our suitcases were waiting for us at the door, so we could unpack. The bed was also already split, which immediately reassured Gladys. During our little exploration, I took lots of pictures both outside, in the lounges, and in the cabin. After unpacking and storing everything away, we had a bit of a rest and a first cuddle, and it was already five thirty and time to go to dinner. When we arrived at the restaurant, a very friendly lady scanned our cruise cards and guided us to a table for two.

"Didn't you tell me we would meet lots of people during dinner?"

"Yes, dear, that's the way it was when I was with Grace. We had a very international group at our dinner table; there was a young couple from Belgium on their honeymoon, a British couple, and two American couples returning home. Aside from the newlyweds, the Brits were around our age, with the Americans in their seventies or eighties. All very pleasant people."

"That's really a downer. I was hoping to meet lots of people and have pleasant conversations with them all through the cruise."

"So did I, believe it or not, and I still correspond with some of the people from our cruise, even after such a long time. I guess you'll have to settle for my company."

We had to live with a small table and dinner for two. The food was not bad, but not outstanding either. The wine we chose was OK. After dinner, we had about one hour before the show started in the theatre. Tonight it was a magician. Again, he was OK; lots of stuff we had already seen before, but he presented it in a fun way, even involving people from the audience. To prove that it was not rigged, he used a hammer, which he threw into the audience, and the person who caught it was asked to participate. As you can imagine, at the first throw, everybody ducked, but it proved to be a rubber hammer, fairly harmless.

The person who caught the hammer, a young oriental lady, was asked for a special date in her life. That date was noted on a flipboard on stage by the magician. During the show, three more things, provided by the person who caught the hammer when thrown again, were added to the list. The impressive thing at the end of the show was that after a box was lowered, which, according to the magician, had been hanging there the whole time, the three different things the people from the audience had given to the Magician were written on a rolled-up piece of paper in the box.

So as I said, nothing we hadn't seen before. I asked Gladys if she would like to go dancing in one of the lounges, but that was not really her thing anymore. Completely different from when she was young and frequented the discos in Antwerp every weekend. She preferred to get some shut-eye, and to be honest, so did I.

When we arrived at the cabin, I let her use the bathroom first. Coming out after my turn, I got a real surprise. The main lights in the cabin had been doused; only the light on the nightstand between the beds was lit. Gladys was lying on the bed, completely naked, in a spread-eagled position. Recovering from my surprise, I saw that she seemed to be tied up with a couple of my ties. I have no idea how she did it, but I can assure you it immediately caught the attention of my cock, which slowly but surely went from hanging down to an erect position. As I forgot to take my PJs to the bathroom, I too was naked, which made it impossible to hide the rising flagpole.

Then I noted she couldn't see my arousal, as she had a blindfold on, probably to give me the illusion of being completely submissive to my whims. Being a very visually oriented person, I took my time to admire this beautiful spectacle and even grabbed my camera to immortalize it. All of a sudden, she spoke.

"What's the matter, Lew, don't you like what you see?"

"What's there not to like? I was just admiring your handwork and asking myself how you managed to tie yourself up like that."

"That's easy," she said while stretching her arms and legs out to me, also ripping off the face mask, showing me it was all fake, and the ties just gave the illusion of being restrained. Then she realized I had my camera in hand.

"Well, you little pervert, who gave you permission to take pictures of an innocent tied-up woman?"

"It says so on the door, you can be photographed in any position at any moment when you are inside this stateroom."

"I must have missed that one. And what may I ask, will your next move be, mister photographer?"

"I was seriously thinking of ravishing you."

"Will you please? I think this thing about the vibrations of a cruise ship arousing women is actually true. I feel my pussy dripping."

Always the gentleman, I was thinking ahead and asked her, "Shall I get a towel from the bathroom to put under you, so you won't have to sleep on the wet spot later?"

"That sounds nice, but I don't intend to sleep in this bed."

"Where would you want to sleep then, the settee?"

"No, in my bed."

"Your bed?"

"Yes, this is yours, and the other one is mine, but it might not be a bad idea to put a towel in it for your comfort."

"Trust a woman to always find the best solution for herself. But OK, I'll get a towel, for my own comfort, then."

When I returned from the bathroom, Gladys was sitting up and pointed to her bed to put the towel on. "I love it when a man thinks ahead and of the comfort of his lover. George also always did that for me."

After I'd put the towel on the bed, she stood up, put her arms around me, and kissed me, giving me a push so I fell on her bed. Allowing her to straddle me. It was clear she wanted to lead this lovemaking session. I had no problem with that, as it allowed me to start playing immediately with her beautiful D-cups. God, for her age, this woman had the most magnificent body. She placed her hands on my chest, lifted her butt, maneuvered her pussy over my rigid cock, and slowly let it slide inside her hot body. When our pubic areas were kissing, she stopped and looked me in the eye.

Without uttering another word, I gave her permission, so to speak, to start riding me. And she did so in an unbelievable way. That's the advantage of having sex with a mature woman: they know how to please a man and at the same time pleasure themselves. My friend George had been a very lucky guy, having had the pleasure of playing with this woman during his adult life. I hope I can give Gladys as much pleasure as he had. OK, since he passed, I have had the opportunity to be intimate with her, but a whole week alone with her on a ship, that was something new.

All of a sudden, she bent forward, pressing one boob against my mouth. It would have been ungentlemanly of me not to pay it the attention it deserved. Resulting in a satisfied purr. I must say we weren't doing badly for a couple of old fogies. While sucking the one tit, I squeezed the other with my hand, savoring its firm roundness. The musky aroma of female arousal began to permeate the air of the cabin.

All of a sudden, totally out of the blue, she spoke, "Men should have more hands," she said.

"Hey Gladys, I'm doing the best I can with what I have available to pleasure you."

"I'm not complaining; it's just that if you had more hands, the pleasure could perhaps be that much more."

"Maybe you should try having sex with more than just one dude."

"Believe me, I thought about it when I was married."

"And whom did you have in mind?"

"Why, you, of course."

"Then why did you never ask me? You knew I had a crush on you."

"Of course, I knew, but George was rather jealous, especially when it concerned you."

"Yes, I remember that time when he found out I had kissed you."

"We had a fight for days, so after that I never dared to suggest to George having sex with both of you together."

"You could always have tried with somebody else."

"Yes, I could, but I never felt like having sex with anybody else, other than you and George."

"And now you have to make do with just me."

"Yes, but I love it; only as I said, it would be nice if you had more hands."

"You should consider having sex with an octopus then."

"I don't know if that would solve my problem, all those suction things all over my body."

"You don't like suction?"

"The way you do it, YES, so please stop talking and concentrate again on my nipples."

I didn't bother to reply as she required my mouth to do other things than blab. So I started sucking on the other nipple, while squeezing the one that had already had the suction treatment with my hand. Just a question of keeping balance. At the same time, I was thinking about what I could do with my free hand to increase her pleasure. Then it hit me, though I did wonder if I could bring it off. Well, I could only try and see.

I let my hand wander over her back, starting from her shoulders, going down and down and down till I reached her butt. Let it slide in her asscrack, stretching, stretching till I found her little backdoor. That already felt seriously moist from all the juice that had been flowing out of her pussy. I pushed, and I was in. She groaned in pleasure.

"Oh, yes, Lew, you're a genius. This is heaven. Whatever you do, don't stop doing that."

It was a stretch and slightly painful in my shoulder, but it was definitely worth it. I could feel that she was nearing the ultimate pleasure point. Her pussy muscles were definitely working overtime, making it also very difficult for me to keep away from that orgasm cliff we always want to go over. My prick felt as if it was getting oral and manual stimulation rolled into one.

It started with growling and grumbling deep in Gladys's throat, followed by mewling whimpers with, in the end, a long, high-pitched wail, her pussy squeezing my cock mercilessly, and resulting in me screaming out my pleasure as well. I sure hoped the people in the neighboring cabins were absent and had decided to go dancing.

Both spent, we cuddled in the narrow bed trying not to fall out. A split bed was perfect for sleeping, but not really for having sex, so we quickly decided to each take our own bed. After removing the towel, Grace's bed was also perfectly dry, allowing for a good night's sleep. And sleep we did, after all the adventures of a first day on a cruise ship and our evening's antics.

When we got up the next morning, the weather was beautiful, and we were on the good side of the ship to see the sunrise over the sea. It was early; we were at sea, so we decided to be adventurous and both stand naked on the balcony, enjoying the first rays of the sun. Then, it was over to waiting for each other while performing our morning ablutions. There was absolutely no way we could shower or use that tiny bathroom together. Three or four minutes after Gladys had gone into the bathroom, she opened the door and said that somebody must have used all the warm water.

"What do you mean, dear?" I asked.

"I've had this tap open now for almost an eternity, and there's still only cold water coming out... hang on, I think it's finally getting warm now."

"We are on deck fifteen, darling, and I guess the warm water needs to come all the way up from the engine room situated at the bottom of the ship."

"Yes, you're probably right."

Then she closed the door of the bathroom; maybe I should rather refer to it as the bath cubicle, you can hardly call it a room. Fifteen minutes later, she came out.

"Oh my God, Lew, this is like when I went on camp with the scouts when I was a kid; they too had showers with these plastic curtains that stick to your butt when you turned on the shower."

"Yeah, I had similar experiences when staying in somewhat older hotels in Milan or Rome when I was on a business trip there."

"I hope breakfast will be OK."

"I'm sure it will be, and we can work up an appetite walking to the self-service place. Thanks to the nice weather, we can go via the pool deck to get there."

"Yes, but we'll have to brave the smoker's corner."

"Maybe we should try the other side of the pool area; I think there is only smoking on one side."

"Good idea."

So avoiding the smoke-infested side of the pool area, we reached the self-service. It wasn't exactly self-service, as you couldn't take anything yourself but had to hold out your plate to be served. OK, we could live with that, and at least it kept everything fairly neat and clean. Everything was marked with signs above the walk path in front of the counters. Although fried eggs and scrambled eggs were at two different counters, the same was true for bacon, sausages, and my all-time favorite, baked beans.

At the end, there was a serving station with fruit and, believe it or not, large cakes. In between were drink stations, where you could pour your own drinks. Some watery juice came out of a machine in four different flavors: apple, orange, multivitamin, or grapefruit. They had coffee and a large variety of teas. I was surprised to see they had Yorkshire tea, something I had never heard of before I went on my first cruise with Grace.

On that cruise, we had two women at our dining table, who we had nicknamed 'the evil twins', not that they were actual twins, but they were always together and complaining. We could have also nicknamed them 'the evil sisters,' but we chose twins instead. Well, one of the two always wanted Yorkshire tea, which they clearly didn't have on board. She then complained that the tea was always too weak and asked everybody for their used teabag at the table to try and squeeze some more taste out of them for her own cup of tea. Of course, I told Gladys that story, after which she immediately wanted to try this famous Yorkshire tea. She found out that it indeed produced a very strong tea, but equally quickly decided that she was not an immediate fan of the stuff.

As it looked like it was going to be a very sunny day, we decided after breakfast to go to the pool area and soak up some of the sun. Looking for a couple of spare sunbeds, Gladys froze all of a sudden. I looked at her; she had a hand in front of her mouth, whispering, "I can't believe this."

"What can't you believe, dear?" I asked.

"That's..... that's Mai," she said.

Looking in the direction she was looking, I asked, "I know it's May, dear."

"No, no, I don't mean the month of May, but Mai, who is lying there," pointing to a gorgeous oriental young woman lying on a sunbed in the tiniest bikini you can imagine.

"And who's Mai, dear?"

"She manages one of my stores."

"You mean she runs one of your stores?"

"Yes, and she also owns part of it."

"So, what's so strange about her taking a vacation, just like you?"

"Yes, of course, but she never mentioned that she was going on a cruise."

"So, is it in their contract that they are not allowed to go on a cruise?"

"Of course not, but it surprises me; she never mentioned going on a cruise."

"How is she as manager and part-owner?"

"She is the number one when it comes to sales and efficiency."

"Why don't you say hello to her then?"

"Should I?"

"Of course you should; besides, she's not going to go anywhere, and you're bound to run into her at some time, somewhere else on the ship, so you might as well get it over with. Besides, I think she's already spotted you."

"Madam Van der Straeten, you on a cruise ship?" Who would have imagined that?"

"Oh, hello, Mai, I could not have said the same about you, though. I knew you cruised before."

"Oh yes, this is definitely not our first cruise, believe me. My mother and I have been cruising for many years."

"Mom, this is Mrs Van der Straeten, my boss," she said, turning to a woman lying next to her, who at first glance I thought would rather be her sister than her mother. Both looked oriental.

Then, addressing Gladys again, said, "Mrs Van der Straeten, this is my mother, Lia". The mother, who looked as gorgeous as Mai, was also wearing a very similar small bikini.

"Nice to meet you, madam."

"Please call me Lia," the woman replied, extending her hand, which Gladys shook of course.

I also extended my hand, first towards Mai, and after shaking hers, I also extended my hand to Lia, telling them my name was Lew. And believe it or not, right next to these two gorgeous creatures, there were two free sun beds.

"Shall we take these beds, Gladys? If they are free, of course, I asked Mai."

"Yes, yes, they are free; please join us."

"Don't mind if we do," Gladys said, "but on condition that you stop calling me Mrs Van der Straeten; I'm Gladys, dear."

"Yes, of course, mis... Gladys."

"Excellent, so did you also board the ship in Rotterdam? We didn't see you there."

"No, we boarded the ship in Southampton."

"Southampton, I thought the cruise left from Rotterdam."

"For you, yes, but you can board the ship in every port it docks at. And for us, Southampton was more convenient. We could combine it with a family visit."

"Boarding in every port, that's strange. I never heard of that, not that I'm an expert, but my friend Grace is, and she never mentioned that. So basically this is a ferry and not a cruise ship?"

"That's a way of looking at it, but for us, as I said, combining it with a family visit in the UK, it was convenient. Although I must say if I had known what I know now, I would never have booked this cruise."

"Not happy?" I wanted to know.

"Absolutely not, as I said, we've cruised many times before, and I have never been on a ship with such bad food and poor accommodation."

"Yes, my friend, Grace, also a fervent cruiser, told me so."

"As it was only a short one and so cheap, I booked it." Mai continued.

"Same mistake here, dear."

"So you are cruising together with Gladys?"

"Yes, after I told her about the wonderful Transatlantic voyage I went on with my friend Grace, Gladys kept pushing me to take her on a cruise as well."

"I can imagine her wish to go on a cruise, as her late husband never wanted to do that."

"No, George even got seasick when he was in a rowboat."

"Did you know George?"

"Yes, he and I go way back; when we were young, we were even fierce competitors when it came to Gladys. But you can't command love; she fell for him and not for me. But we remained friends throughout our lives."

"And now you're making Gladys's dream of a cruise come true?"

"Yes, or that was the intention, but unfortunately, due to my ignorance about cruising, I failed bitterly."

"You don't like the cruise either?"

"Not really, no, already last night we were parked at a table for two, when I had told Gladys we would meet all kinds of interesting people on board during dinner."

"Yes, we are also at one of those small tables for two."

"Maybe we can have dinner together tonight?"

"That would be just wonderful. You can tell me all about your relationship with Gladys and your cruising adventures with your other friend, Grace, was it?"

"Yes, Grace, she usually cruises together with her daughter Nancy, but since Nancy had a baby, it was not a good idea to take a baby on a cruise, so when she got this special offer from her favorite cruise line, she asked me if I would like to accompany her."

"And which one might that be?"

"Royal Caribbean, ever sailed with them?"

"You better believe it; we're even diamond in the Crown and Anchor Society."

"That's their loyalty program, right?"

"Yes, it is, and you get lots of perks when you climb; one more cruise with them, and we will reach the Diamond Plus level."

"I think Grace is Pinnacle something."

"Wow, she must have cruised a lot."

"Yes, she has; that's why she got this special offer. So you have family living in the United Kingdom?"

"Oh, we've got family living all over Europe, but I'm the only one living in Belgium."

"That must be a bit lonely?"

"I do have my mother living with me."

"Yes, but still."

"We are thinking of buying a property in the UK, a cottage or something, for when I retire."

"Big plans."

"Yes, but we need to visit it and take some pictures of our own before we make a commitment. We've only seen some poor photos taken by our family. We will do that when we land at the end of our cruise tour, before returning to Belgium."

"You should take Lew with you when you do the visit; he's an excellent photographer," Gladys said.

"Of girls, Gladys, not houses."

"That's no problem, we can pose in front of the house."

"Ah, but then you will have to shed your bikini, dear."

"What do you mean, pose naked?"

"Yes, that's his thing, taking pictures of naked women."

"I haven't done that in years, and I think I've become far too old for that."

"You didn't have a problem running around naked when you were a kid, Mai," Lia interjected.

"Mom, you are not going to bring that story up again!"

"Why not? You were so adorable."

"Ah, tell me more, Lia, now you've made me curious."

"It was Easter; she was two and gathering eggs in the garden. The weather was nice and warm, but the grass was still wet from the dew, so she had put on her rubber booties."

"A normal reaction, I would say."

"Yes, absolutely, if it wasn't for the fact that that was all she was wearing."

"Noooo!"

"Yes, her dad couldn't stop taking pictures of her."

"That's an adorable story, but coming back to today, you are never too old to pose in the nude, Mai. I've taken pictures of women far older than you could be."

"Come on, Lew, I'm thirty years old; who would want to look at a picture of a thirty-year-old woman in the nude?"

"I once took a few nude pictures of my local hairdresser, Sharon, aged thirty-five, which she, too, didn't want, and demanded I delete them immediately, which I didn't, of course. I gave her the memory card and challenged her to keep the pictures for a month, after which she would be allowed to delete them, and believe me, I checked several times. Guess what happened."

"I have no idea; she deleted them?"

"Absolutely not. She looked absolutely stunning in them, and my remark about fading beauty getting older clinched the deal. I'm sure she still has them."

"So, coming back to your remark, of who would look at your nude pictures? I would, and I would even venture to say that I'd go as far as to suggest the same kind of attire for your mother."

"You don't mean take pictures of me in the nude, Mister Lew," Lia said.

"Believe me, you are a gorgeous woman, Lia. To be honest, when Gladys pointed you out to me, I thought you two were sisters, instead of mother and daughter, and, please, no more Mister, Lew is enough, we are among friends here after all."

"Now you are really exaggerating, Mi... Lew."

"You can believe him, Lia; when Lew makes such a statement, he knows what he's talking about."

"OK, ladies, let's get the figures. How old are you, Mai, twenty-five, and your mother, let me be bold, thirty-nine?"

"Give that man a drink, Mai."

"Why am I right?"

"No, not exactly. OK, I know I look a bit younger than I am, but not that young; I just want to thank you for the compliment."

"Mai is thirty, Lew, so her mother can hardly be thirty-nine, now can she. I have no idea about your age, Lia, but you do look a lot younger than I expect you to be."

"If you must really know, I'm forty-seven, Lew, but let's talk about your age."

"God, no, please."

"Lew is a bit mysterious about his age, but I know from a reliable source that he went on that cruise with Grace to avoid having to celebrate this special birthday with all of his friends."

"So, how special was this birthday, fifty?"

"You know that he was vying for my hand with George, you know my age, so?"

"Oh my God, don't tell me you're twice my age, Lew?" said Mai.

"I'm afraid I am, dear, but that's the thing with me: I always meet interesting people, either twice or half my age."

"Twice your age would be difficult now, I guess."

"I mean, not now but when I was competing with George for Gladys's hand."

"When you were what, then, eighteen?"

"Yes, and I met George's mother."

"You mean, Gladys's mother-in-law?"

"Yes."

"And what happened?"

"She initiated me into the world of carnal pleasure."

"So you were having sex with your best friend's mother?"

"Yep."

"Did he know?"

"I have no idea, but I don't think so."

"Did you know about this, Gladys?"

"No, not at the time."

"But you do know today?"

"Yes, and lots more, believe me."

"Oh, do tell, I love a juicy erotic story."

"I'll tell you, but not here at the pool."

"OK, I understand, but you've really made me curious now."

"So, Lew, how about you joining us for the visit to this cottage when we are in Southampton?"

"Is it far away from there?"

"No, it's about one hour by car. If you are worried about making it back on time to the ship, don't worry, we'll make sure you will be on board before the ship sails in the evening."

"OK, but you know the conditions?"

"Yes, I have to pose in the nude."

"Yes, and..."

"No, no, not I," Lia interjected.

"Well then, I guess you'll have to take the pictures yourself, dear."

"Mother, since when have you become so bashful?"

"OK, I guess he's trustworthy, and he's a friend of your boss, but I only just met him."

"You are absolutely right, Lia, but by the time we land in Southampton, we'll be two days further on, and we will have had dinner together twice, plus maybe some saucy storytelling sessions in the cabin. And don't forget, you won't keep on looking this gorgeous forever."

"OK, I'll think about it.

"Please do, dear, I'm sure you will come to the right conclusion. It took me a while as well, and I'm that much older than you are," Gladys said.

"You posed in the nude as well?"

"I'm not sure if he took pictures, but he did talk me out of my clothes."

"Yes, but before you jump to the wrong conclusions, that was well after George had passed away. I would never lay a finger on a married woman. Neither of you is married, I hope?"

"No, we're both single," Mai replied.

"Daddy died five years ago, and I never got around to having a relationship with a man or a woman."

"No, she hasn't, and I was so hopeful to be a grandmother one day," Lia said.

"So I don't have to expect any jealous partners when I photograph either of you?"

"Nope, no jealous men to protect our virtue."

"Don't worry, I won't let you come to any harm."

We spent the rest of the morning chatting about their life in Belgium and the business. It turned out that Lia was adopted as a three-year-old orphan resulting from the Vietnam War, which started in 1955. She had fallen madly in love with a rich kid whose parents looked down on her, so they never got married. He did, however, provide for Lia and Mai and regularly showed up, but was forced by his family into a marriage for business reasons to a girl who had more interest in other women than men.

In the end, both women had charmed lives, with a father for Mai who showed more interest in his teen lover, Lia, and their offspring than in his own wife. That allowed Mai to go to college and acquire the necessary degrees to run one of Gladys's shops on a fairly freelance basis. I learned that there was even talk about her taking the shop and even maybe the whole chain over from Gladys, who felt that she had worked enough in her life and wanted to retire and enjoy it more, travelling. Hence, she had pushed me to take her on a cruise. Cruising alone is rather expensive and, in the end, boring.

We had lunch in the cafeteria together, after which the girls wanted to see what a suite looked like on this ship. We each took a glass of wine with us so that we could enjoy the afternoon sun on our balcony. We had the privacy, as we made sure there were no other guests on the balcony adjacent to us, which allowed Gladys to tell the story of the defloration of her daughter by the undersigned. That piqued their interest, and before I realized it, I had an invitation for some fun and games the next and last afternoon for them on the ship, in their cabin. Of course, they discreetly asked if Gladys would have a problem with that, and of course, she didn't.

Half an hour before our joint dinner in the 'My Time Dining' restaurant, they left to spruce themselves up.

"Since when are you allowed to pimp me, woman?" I asked Gladys.

"Pimp you?" What in heaven's name do you mean? I only helped them out a little, knowing first-hand what it's like to have an extended dry period."

"And you thought, if he can fuck my daughter and me and end this so-called dry period, he can as well help the poor girl that works for me and her mother, and pour some juice over their dry period as well."

"Don't tell me you are not looking forward to the prospect of, probably, first photographing two gorgeous oriental women in the nude in their cabin, and then ravishing them? Or better still, being ravished by them."

I remained silent. She did have a point; of course, this was a totally unexpected turn of events on this cruise. Maybe it could make up for the mediocre food and relatively poor accommodation. And I had the rest of the cruise to play with Gladys anyway.

All the while during our conversation, we had been preparing for our dinner. Although it wasn't a so-called formal night, Gladys insisted I dress up, and so did she. To impress her employee? Who knows?

When we arrived, the girls were already waiting for us. I immediately understood Gladys's decision to dress up. Both girls wore beautiful and revealing dresses. Everyone walking by had a problem keeping their eyes off them, well, maybe mostly the males. Mai's dress was red with spaghetti straps and a deep, 'wouldn't-you-like-to-grab-these' neckline.

Well, I thought so anyway, as at a certain point the neckline disappeared behind the tablecloth. Lia's was not dissimilar, except for the color. She chose a bright, sparkling blue one all the way up to her neck, but leaving her shoulders and arms bare. Later, when we were getting up from the table and she was walking in front of me, I was surprised by a completely bare back. Although I had seen them in their tiny bikinis at the pool, I was sure to be in for a real treat the next afternoon.

Dinner itself was again below expectations. We were served a dried-out piece of duck leg with one small spoonful of sauce, topped with a paper-thin slice of orange and two potato croquettes. On the menu, it said Duck à l'orange. It's a good thing we taught the waiter how to prepare my favorite dessert, Dame Blanche. OK, it was not up to the real thing, but smothered in chocolate sauce, even if out of a bottle, it was palatable.

After dinner, we went to the theatre for the show. These were usually fairly good. They had a good company on board: three female and two male singers, and three male and four female dancers plus two female acrobats. One of the female acrobats not only did some aerial stuff, but was also a fantastic, flexible dancer, partnering with one of the male dancers. Each show had a different theme. There was Movie with music from various films, Divas with songs from famous female singers, Disco, with, of course, music from Grease, Dirty Dancing, and the like. There was also musicals, and some others I can't remember. The shows were the real highlights of the cruise for us, partly making up for all the things we didn't like very much.

The next morning, we were in Le Havre. As we'd never been, we went ashore to explore. Lots of people aboard had booked excursions to Paris. We'd both been there several times, for business and for pleasure. I also visited Disney in Paris once. One evening, in the Winter, I thought, well, I've seen all the naughty shows I want to see in town, so let's take a drive to Euro Disney. I had visited Disney World in Florida and the original Disneyland in California, so why not try the European version? It was a bit of a downer, I must say. First, I had to pay the full price for a day, and it being dark early, all the outside rides were already closed, and to really kill my expected fun evening, there was no electrical parade either. Plus, everything was in French, OK, I understand that, being in France, but believe me, neither Donald nor Mickey sound the same in another language.

But enough about my past experiences, we were visiting Le Havre. After about one hour, we had seen everything there was to see. If you wanted a stereotypical boring city, well, in my books, Le Havre is at the absolute top. OK, the city was almost annihilated at the end of WW2 and completely rebuilt, but nothing had changed since then, with tons and tons of concrete and same-looking buildings. After visiting the boring, ugly beach, we called it a day and went back to the ship for lunch.

After lunch, I had a date with THE GIRLS, all four of them. You will understand I am referring to the four Vietnamese boobs my camera was probably going to get very familiar with in a short while. When I knocked on the door of their cabin, Lia opened it slightly, peeking through the crack. To surprise her, I said, "Room service."

"NO, no, we not ord...," when she saw it was me, she beckoned me in, while disappearing behind the door. I immediately found out why; she was completely naked, and Mai was naked too, lying invitingly on the towel-covered bed.

I wondered: do they really expect me, aside from taking nude pictures of them, to fuck them as well?

"Girls, girls, what have you done?" I asked.

"We are welcoming you, Lew."

"Yes, I understand, but completely naked?"

"You don't like? That's what you're here for, isn't it, to photograph us in the nude?"

"Absolutely, but I prefer my models to be dressed when we start and reveal themselves slowly before the camera."

Both looked a bit disappointed. If there's something I can't have is that one or both of my models are disappointed, so I had to react quickly.

"No worries, girls, I was just not expecting this kind of welcome; you surprised me with all this beautiful naked female flesh."

"You want us to get dressed again?"

"No, absolutely not, although I was sort of hoping to photograph you first in those beautiful dresses you wore to the restaurant last night."

"Oh, but if you want, we can quickly put them on. We normally don't wear any lingerie underneath them anyway."

Luckily, they hadn't packed the dresses yet. I saw them hanging in the closet. And less than five minutes later, both were dressed; it was different and very alluring, a reverse striptease, so it still aroused me seriously. I had started taking photos when they started dressing. When I had all the photos with them dressed, they started to remove the dresses again, so it would come out all right in the end. The reveal was slow this time, getting me even more aroused. First, Lia stood in front of me, sitting on the bed, opening the collar of the blue dress she wore, letting it slide off her body once nothing was holding it up anymore. She gave me a sultry expression that threatened to melt the film in my camera.

While she swayed her alluring naked body in front of me like a snake, Mai had climbed onto the bed behind me and had started to undo the buttons of my shirt. When they were all undone, I felt her hands slide over my chest in a very alluring way. I don't know how she knew, but she had a way of touching my nipples, making me moan slightly. Lia grabbed my hands and put them on her perfect B-cup boobs. In the meantime, May's hands had slid down my chest and entered my pants from above, in search of tumescence.

"Oh, nice," I heard her whisper when she reached it.

Lia took my hands again and indicated that she wanted me to stand up. It was like a well-rehearsed ballet they were performing. Lia made me stand up, while Mai started undoing my pants and opening them. In one smooth movement, Lia dropped to her knees, pulling my pants and boxers down with her, and took my hard cock straight into her mouth. I had to call upon all my skills to not immediately fill it with cum.

They were all over me, Lia taking care of my male protrusion and Mai tickling my chest and nipples with her nimble fingers and nails, kissing my neck and shoulders, while pushing her gorgeous tits with her somewhat larger nipples, now standing rigidly at attention, against my back. The way we were positioned, my hands were completely useless; I couldn't reach any interesting part of Mai's body to play with. The only thing I could do with them was hold Lia's head against my cock, although there was no point, as she had taken it all the way down her throat, giving the head the best massage ever. All I could concentrate on was not cumming. I definitely wanted to fuck both of them. My cock had never seen the inside of a Vietnamese pussy before.

After a good five minutes, I sort of wrestled myself free, pulling Lia up. When she was up, I bent down; she was not a big girl, well, not in length anyway, to attack her lush lips and mouth. Now I could also find a good use for my hands, playing with her titties again. They were just perfect, firm with small areolae and, like her daughter, hard nipples. I felt Mai searching for my cock with her hands, something she had little problem with, although she had to squeeze her hands between her mother's and my body. With Lia pressing her body against mine, it made it a bit difficult to play with her boobs, so I moved my handwork to her butt, squeezing it. That part of her, too, was very firm and extremely pleasant to the touch.

All of a sudden, both girls let go of me, with Mai bending back and letting herself fall on the other bed, while Lia took up the space next to her. As if rehearsed, both grabbed their ankles and opened their legs wide. God, I was looking at paradise in stereo. Two wide-open pussies, nicely shaved, awaiting a visit from my cock.

Decisions, decisions... which pussy to enter first, the younger one or the more mature one? Both looked so alluring. I couldn't help myself and dipped my wick first in the younger one on the left; after all, we do write from left to right, don't we? The older playground had to make do with the fingers of my right hand, but not for long. After five minutes of the to-and-fro movement that would hopefully lead her to paradise, I did a round of hide the sausage in the mature grotto. I felt a bit inadequate. Gladys was right when she had remarked that men should have more hands. I so wished I could touch these two gorgeous creatures all over.

Believe it or not, my cock was pleasantly surprised, entering Lia's tight and clearly needy little hole. It gripped my shaft like a vice. I think it had indeed been a long time since the girls danced the dance of love. I saw it as my duty to give them an experience they would remember for a long time. Both were already seriously aroused, but still, I was racking my brain to find ways to make them cross that magic line, giving them a whatever-gasm they were looking for. Bending forward, I tried and succeeded in catching one of Lia's nipples between my lips. That resulted in a serious moan that did wonders for her pussy around my love tool.

Maybe I should try some oral on them. Usually, women never get much of that, unless they play with another female of the species. So I pulled my cock out of Lia, which immediately resulted in some dissatisfied moans and groans. I quickly bent forward and attacked her playground with my mouth and tongue, turning the complaining groans into little high-pitched yelps of pleasure. Mai, who was producing growling and grumbling noises deep in her throat, still seemed very happy with what my fingers were doing inside her pussy, regularly making side trips to her G-spot.

I could feel from her reactions that her climax was imminent, but what could I do to get Lia over that famous point of no return? Then all of a sudden, it dawned on me: I had one hand free, and there was one very sensitive little hole in her body I hadn't stimulated. With all the juice flowing from her pussy, mixed with my saliva, it must be very wet by now. The trick was to maneuver my remaining free hand so I could stick one finger into her darkest cavity. When I started to tickle with my finger around her back door, I was immediately rewarded with some additional whimpers of pleasure that erupted from her other lips. To clinch the deal, I moaned into her pussy and let one of my fingers slide inside her tight little ass. A torrent of searing pleasure clearly burned through her body, causing it to convulse as her orgasm crested and then descended in sweet, soft ripples. Also, her ass tightened with an orgasmic spasm around my finger.

Getting up, I admired my handiwork while wiping off the finger that had visited her dark place on one of the towels on the bed, and thought, "one down, one to go." High time to get number two over the crest and into orgasm land. So it was back to some old-fashioned banging again, sliding my still hard cock, into the younger pussy. Or should I use the same trick on her that I used on her mother and give her a stimulating oral exam first? OK, let's try it out. I got back on my knees, next to the bed, and bent forward. That seemed to be appreciated, as I felt her hands on the back of my head pressing my mouth that little bit harder against her wet pussy.

Now with both of my hands also free, I began, at the same time, kneading each of her pleasure globes on her chest, alternating with pinching her hard nipples. That resulted in some serious mewling, her voice high and thick with pleasure.

After a while, however, I felt her pull me up, indicating that she would prefer my cock to my tongue in her pleasure garden. Who was I to deny her that pleasure and mine at the same time? A few minutes after starting the in-out dance I was performing on her body, I got a strange feeling around my balls, and when I tried to see what was going on, I saw that Lia had sat down on the floor, between my legs, with her head resting on the edge of the bed, licking them. Now that was a real challenge for her, as I was seriously fucking her daughter, but she managed to let her tongue slide over them every time I slid in and out of her daughter's pussy. It was a glorious feeling, something I hadn't felt in a very long time.

OK, I have to admit, it wasn't that long ago that I had sex with more than one woman at a time, but still. I could feel that Mai was nearing the point of no return, her pussy muscles contracting, her orgasm inching closer to boiling, while she was calling out perverse obscenities in a language I could not understand. And then, very strangely, after all the noise she had produced till now, her breathing turned to soft moans until she finally clawed the sheets with a quiet but intense orgasm.

This was so arousing that I couldn't hold out any longer either, and filled her quivering pussy with a load of man juice. When I pulled my cock out of Mai's pussy, Lia immediately took it in her mouth, sucking the last drops of cum out of it.

I stood up, turning towards Lia with my back towards the bed to allow her also to get up, and she gave me a shove, making me land flat on my back on the bed, right next to her daughter. She then climbed on the bed and continued sucking my dick. Within the next ten seconds, Mai joined her, licking and sucking my cock on both sides. They kept that going for about five minutes without much result, after which they gave up.

"Hey, Lew, I heard that you can go on almost forever? What happened? Did we wear you out?" Lia asked with a wicked smile on her face.

"I can go on for a long while, and so I have."

"Oh, yeah? You call that long?"

"Yes, I don't know if you noticed, but I've been here for over one hour, fifteen minutes of which we took some photos, while the rest of the time, you were either sucking my cock, or I was licking or fucking your pussies. How much longer do you want a man to be able to go? I'm not a porn star, and I don't take Viagra."

"Has it been that long? Strange how time flies when you're having fun."

"Yes, it does, doesn't it? Do you have many experiences where a man can play that long with you, without cumming himself?"

"No, I guess not, now that you mention it."

"Well, girls, if you'll allow me, I would like to join my cruise companion again, because I guess she is wondering why it took me so long to take some photos of you."

"I wouldn't worry, Lew."

"Why's that?"

"She knows we were expecting a bit more than only being photographed."

"Was she pimping me?"

"I wouldn't call it pimping; I'd call it sharing. We, girls, like to share good things."

"I see, so the other day when it was just the three of you, you were discussing me?"

"Sort of, that's by the way, when Gladys mentioned something about your perseverance. She told us about your last visit, when you were coerced into performing some pleasant things for her daughter and her mother-in-law."

"Are there no secrets anymore?"

"Not when it concerns men who can do some wonderful things for us women."

"OK, but honestly, I must run now, else Gladys will really start to worry."

At that precise point in time, the phone in the cabin rang. Mai picked it up. After listening, I heard her reply.

"Yes, he's still here, but he's on the verge of going."

Again, someone at the other end said something, after which Mai replied again.

"No, no, he's still in one piece, a bit lighter maybe, but for the rest in good shape."

"......"

"I think he'll be perfectly able to make it to dinner, but maybe you'll need to allow him a nap. We may have tired him out a bit. I even think he may have broken his personal record."

"......"

"Ok, I'll tell him to take his time joining you."

"....."

"Yes, see you tonight at dinner, cheers, Gladys.... You heard it, Lew, you don't have to run to get back to Gladys; you can take your time, and we'll see you two tonight at dinner."

"Yes, I guess it will be the last one for you, girls?"

"Yes, tomorrow we get off the ship, but you and Gladys will come with us to take the pictures in the cottage, won't you?"

"I guess so."

"We're counting on you."

"Don't worry, I won't let you down."

Nevertheless, I hurried back to our cabin. I was sure Gladys would want to know how it went and why it took so long, but I guessed she had a good idea of what had happened, remembering the replies Mai gave her on the phone. She was already waiting with the door of the cabin open.

"Well, how was it?" she asked once I was inside and the door was closed.

"Euh, interesting."

'Interesting? Is that all you can say, after being gone for more than an hour to just take some pictures?"

"It was a bit more than just taking some pictures."

"Yes, Mai mentioned that you might need a nap and that you would be a little lighter. I guess she was referring to you losing a little fluid."

"Might be."

"Come on, Lew, details, I want details. Did they quickly lose their clothes after your arrival? Did you get a blowjob? Did you fuck one of them, or both?"

"OK, if you want to know, in a nutshell, when I arrived, they were both already completely naked, claiming I was there to photograph them in the nude. I even scared Lia after knocking and shouting, 'Room service!' And yes, I got and gave plenty of oral and fucked both of them to boot. But that was about it. Except I have a question for you."

"Yes? And what might that be?"

"Did you tell them I could go on forever?"

Gladys immediately turned red in the face..."I may have mentioned something in that direction during our conversation. But you know how it goes when girls talk."

"Yes, they made that clear, that you girls share information about men who are good in bed."

"And boys don't do that?"

"Euh, maybe, but that was when we were in high school or college, where you shared information with your mates on which base was available with which girl."

"So, you see, you are not different from us."

"You're probably right, yes, but we are no longer in high school or college."

"That doesn't mean the need is not as high as it was then; I would even venture to say that the need is now far higher and even more urgent than it was in those days."

"Yes, you may be right, but now I need a shower and a rest before we go to dinner."

"I fully agree, you reek of sex."

"Hey, it was you who sent me to those Vietnamese nymphomaniacs in the first place."

"Yes, you are right, and I apologize for making you suffer," she replied with a smirk on her face, while starting to take off her clothes.

"What do you think you are doing?"

"I need a shower too, so I thought I'd join you."

"Are you sure, in this tiny bathroom and bath?"

"Yes, we need to save water."

"Yes, and have this plastic curtain stick to our asses while doing that."

"I'll make sure that inconvenience is largely compensated by my gorgeous body sticking to your front," she said with a huge smile on her face.

OK, we showered together, with a plastic curtain sticking everywhere, but thoroughly cleaning each other with minimal play, after which we both took a nap.

Then dinner again, for the second time, together with the Vietnamese girls. They were already waiting for us at our table. This evening, they were a bit less festive than the night before, but still sexy looking. No deep cleavages or bare backs, but wearing some really clinging material, accentuating their alluring forms. I was sure they weren't wearing bras, or they must have worn one with fake nipples, almost punching holes in the upper garment they wore. I call it their upper garment, as I have no other word for it. However, when we left the restaurant at the end of dinner, I did get another surprise. I wouldn't call the skirts they were wearing mini, but rather micro, showing how fantastic their legs were.

Again, when walking out of the restaurant, all male eyes were focused on their bodies. After a nice coffee accompanied by a pousse-café, it was eight thirty and time to go to the theater for our daily thirty-five-minute show treat. After the rest in the theatre and a sort of going-away nightcap in one of the lounges, Gladys and I returned to our cabin for some additional, more personal, dessert. I sucked a nice helping of female juice out of her, and she helped herself to what had been replenished after my wild afternoon. All that was followed by some serious cuddling, alternated with some titty play. Gladys loved it when I massaged her boobs and sucked on her nipples. And there was plenty of both. We slept like logs, only being woken the next morning by the mooring noises.

We had agreed to meet the girls for breakfast and then wait together with them to leave the ship. They would remain in the UK, continuing their family visit, and we would return to the ship to continue our cruise, getting to Hamburg after a day at sea.

When we got off the ship, somebody looking a little like them awaited.

"This is my sister, Lua, Lew," Lia said, introducing us.

I shook the woman's hand while Mai introduced Gladys as her boss.

The woman could have been a twin sister of Lia; they looked so much alike.

"She will take us to where we need to go." Lia continued, "And will bring you back to the ship this evening, and don't worry, she will make sure you will be there well before your boarding time of six-thirty."

When all five of us got into the small van that Lua was driving, we had plenty of space.

"We'll be there in about one hour," Lua said as she took off.

Indeed, exactly one hour later, she turned into a driveway, leading up to the cutest cottage you could imagine. As it was spring, the front garden was filled with dozens of flowers and bushes, with a lot of the flowers emitting wonderful scents.

"Well, what do you think, Lew, Gladys?" Mai asked.

"It's beautiful; I can imagine why you want to buy this property," Gladys replied.

"You should see the backyard; it's even more beautiful," Mai said.

"Yes, why don't I take you on a tour while Mai shows Lew the inside, where she would like him to take some photos of things that need renovation and ask him about some technical stuff?" Lia interjected.

"Yes, Gladys, you, mom and auntie check out the garden. I need Lew's opinion on some more technical things inside, which might bore you anyway."

As they were going, Lia said, with a wink to Mai, "We'll be a while; it's a large property, with plenty to see, so take your time going over the technical stuff."

Mai took my hand and pulled me inside, while the older ladies went on their tour.

I wondered what that was all about, but I was to find out rather quickly. Once we were inside, Mai took me directly to the kitchen. It looked rather modern, with a nice cooking island against which she leaned, facing me. Her hands went to the bottom of the T-shirt she was wearing and pulled it up, baring her beautiful breasts.

"How about you photograph these again, Lew?"

"Is that why you dragged me in here?" I couldn't refrain from asking.

"Do you mind?"

"No, absolutely not; you know by now that I love to photograph naked or semi-naked women."

"Yes, would you like me to get completely naked for you?"

"Won't the others come in unexpectedly?"

"No, you don't have to worry. Mom knows exactly what I was planning when we came here; she'll make sure we are not interrupted."

At that point, she came closer to me, dropped to her knees, started undoing my pants, pulling them down, taking my boxers down with them. Five seconds later, my cock found itself in a hot mouth being sucked to life.

"Are you sure about this?" I couldn't help myself from asking.

She stopped sucking, looking up with puppy eyes. "Yes, Lew, it's rare that I meet a person I like to have sex with and trust."

In the short time that she had my cock in her mouth she managed to get it rock-hard, so she got up, lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing that she had been commando the whole time. She turned, bent over the cooking island, showing me her gorgeous ass and pussy, and gave it a shake. An inviting pussy, looking moist, a hard cock. What could I do? Bring the two together, I guess, and that's exactly what I did, first running the head of my erection through her furrow to spread the moisture, making it easier to enter this gaping flower eager to be ravished.

"Yes, yes, fuck me, please..."

And fucking her, I did, with my pants and boxers around my ankles; I could not escape anyway. Besides, how often do I get the chance to fuck a gorgeous woman, half my age? I felt her grip my shaft like a vice, reassuring me she was enjoying this as much as I was. Not only was her pussy making me feel welcome, but also her moaning and groaning indicated her wish to be fucked one last time before we parted. We fit together like a dovetailed joint.

As her boobs were pressed against the countertop, I was prevented from playing with them; I could only grab her hips to help perform the centuries-old, in-and-out love dance. The only sound to be heard was the pounding of flesh against flesh. With both of our arousals mounting, my strokes became harder each time. My pubes kissed her firm asscheeks, making her tits rub hard against the countertop, adding high-pitched moans, yelps, and wails to the pounding noise we were producing. Her arms were stretched over the counter with her fingers grabbing the edge on the other side, hard, turning her fingertips white due to the exerted power.

All of a sudden, reaching her orgasm, she howled like a cat in heat, convulsing and contracting down on my shaft, which also made me jump over the edge into orgasmic bliss, filling her pussy with a load of liquid heat, stopping all movement. We remained like that for a good sixty seconds, breathing hard. After which, I pulled my slowly softening penis out, resulting in a small pool of cum on the floor dripping out of her hopefully satisfied pussy. She came up, turning and kissing me passionately.

After an extended tongue tango, she let go, looked me in the eye, and said, "Thanks for the technical advice, Lew." A cheeky smile on her face.

"What are you going to tell the others?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"No, my mother knows what I had in mind, and my aunt and Gladys don't need to know. Besides, I didn't need any advice about potential renovations. We've done those after I bought the property, about a year ago."

"Yes, I was wondering when I came in what you would want to change in this place. It looks fabulous."

"Yes, it does, doesn't it. You should have seen it when I bought it; it was a ruin, hadn't been lived in for years, windows broken, roof leaking, the garden was a jungle, also used by who knows as a dumping place for all kinds of garbage."

"Shouldn't we join the others in the garden? I do love to visit a nice garden."

"Yes, I heard you have a fabulous roof garden in your place."

"Yes, on top of the roof of the studio."

"I'm curious, could I visit that sometime in the future?"

"Absolutely, give me a ring, and we can set something up."

"Great, we might even couple it to some extracurricular activities."

"You are insatiable."

"No, just needy, and it's not every day I find a man I can trust and who knows exactly what a woman's needs are."

After putting our clothes in order, we went outside to join the three women, who in the meantime were sitting on the terrace enjoying a cool glass of rosé.

"Care for a glass, Lew?" Lia asked.

"Yes, thank you, dear, but I would like to see the garden first, and Mai promised a guided tour."

"OK, see you in a bit then; we will continue to soak up the sun."

Upon returning from the tour, we enjoyed the wine, and after about one hour, Lua told us it was time to leave. She had planned to have lunch in a typical British pub on the way back. I was all for it, as, despite being Belgian, I do enjoy a nice English pint of bitter on occasion. We arrived back at the ship around five pm, well in time for the ship's departure.

Our next day was at sea with arrival in Hamburg the following morning. The sea was quiet, like a mill pond, so no seasick people anywhere. In the afternoon, there was a presentation of the ship's officers and captain. The cruise director, a big woman, clearly of Italian descent, explained all the things that MSC was planning for the future, among others, the launching of a more luxurious, more expensive cruise line. They needed it to stay afloat, as most of the passengers on board were somehow related to the company and were enjoying generous discounts. After the presentation, the magician made a second appearance and did some smaller but entertaining tricks. Before I forget to mention, we did get a glass of Spumante when entering the theatre, to toast with the captain and crew.

Again, dinner in the evening, with, I'm sorry to say, the same mediocre food. It again became clear that the servers, friendly as they were, had poor command of the English language and idioms. When our waitress presented her basket with bread every evening, I had always chosen two breadsticks, while Gladys had always chosen one of the other types of bread available. So when she asked me what I wanted, I replied jokingly,

"Take a wild guess, dear."

She looked at me as if I were a two-headed zombie, not a clue what I meant. I finally saved her by pointing two fingers at the breadsticks.

After yet another coffee and liqueur in one of the lounges, well, not in the zebra lounge, Gladys always got dizzy when she walked through that one with all the white and black stripes on everything: the floor, chairs, tables, and walls.

The next day, Hamburg. Not exactly an inspiring city either. The cruise terminal opened into a gigantic shopping mall, but as it was Sunday, all the shops were closed. We had a serious problem finding the way out. Lots of signs pointed you to the U-Bahn, the local railways, but not many to point you to the exit. As in the mall, all the shops in the surrounding roads were closed as well. For a woman like Gladys, very boring.

So we quickly returned to the ship for a leisurely afternoon, trying to enjoy the quiet in one of the lounges. But not in the Zebra Lounge, nor the Piccadilly Lounge. In the latter, some woman came in the morning and for a big chunk of the afternoon to beat the drums there. Goodbye rest and quiet. We finally found the disco on top of the ship; only adjacent to that was the youth club. However, they kept the doors of that part closed, and the kids' noise reduced. I was wondering whether we were really becoming that old?

Lunch as usual in the cafeteria, a bit of a reduced selection when in port, but we could find what we needed. In the evening, same story, just the two of us at a table, followed by the show in the theatre. We started to wonder why we came on this cruise in the first place. Almost none of the things I had experienced with Grace on my first cruise, and I had been boasting about with Gladys, were happening. OK, tomorrow, our last day, at sea again, hopefully there would be a film in the theatre in the afternoon.

At lunch that day, with everybody on board, it was very busy in the cafeteria for lunch, so we ended up sharing our table with an American couple, seasoned cruisers, who claimed that this was their fiftieth. Their favorite cruise line was Princess, but they also cruised a lot with Royal Caribbean, Grace's favorite. They weren't too happy about this one either, and also found the food below the standards they were used to. They had been lured by the low price, as I had, and were bitterly regretting it, claiming they would never make the same mistake again.

After lunch, we returned to the cabin. As usual, I opened the door and let Gladys enter first. After entering myself, I turned around to close the door. Upon turning back, Gladys grabbed and kissed me, giving me a tonsil check. When she finally let go, after an intense number of minutes, I looked a bit flabbergasted at her asking, "Wow, Gladys, what brought that on?"

"You know, Lew," she replied, "I really think this thing about the vibrations of a ship making women horny is actually true."

"Does that mean you are horny, right now?"

"I've been very horny since I got back on the ship in Southampton, and these days at sea don't make it any better."

"What happened in Southampton that made you so horny?"

"What do you think? Take a wild, Mai, guess."

"But that's like almost three days ago, and what has Mai to do with that?"

"Come on, buster, you giving her technical advice in the cottage? My foot! She didn't look as if she had gotten much of that when you two came back out. It looked much more like she'd gotten cock advice."

"Jealous, are you?"

"No, I would rather describe it as needy."

"And what is it that you need, my dear? A cuddle?"

"A cuddle won't do it, buster. I need fucking."

"Gladys, language!" I replied with a cheeky smile.

"I'll language, you," she replied, dropping to her knees, opening my pants, pulling them down together with my boxer shorts, and gobbling up my already hardening cock with her mouth.

"Oh, yes, darling, I do love the way you talk now," I couldn't refrain from whispering.

"She stopped sucking, looked up, and replied, "I'm counting on the same kind of talk from you."

"Why don't we adjourn to the bed, dear? I find this narrow hallway a bit restrictive for what you have in mind."

"Yes, I guess you're right," she replied, standing up, grabbing my cock, and pulling me towards the wider part of our 'suite' where our beds were. What she didn't take into account was that my movements were somewhat restricted with my pants and boxers around my ankles. Thinking back to the games I played with Mai in the cottage, I couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vue; I had been somewhat restricted in my movement for the same reason in the kitchen then.

"Hold it, I'm about to fall if you keep pulling," I shouted.

She looked at me and burst out laughing. "Why is it always so difficult to lead a man around by his cock?" she said.

I quickly got rid of the restricting garments and began attacking hers. I had her stark naked and flat on her back on the bed in less than a minute, then pulled her legs wide open and attacked her already moist pussy with my mouth and tongue. After about a minute of pussy licking and sucking, she suggested turning it into a full sixty-nine. Who was I to oppose such a fun suggestion?

In about half an hour, we came up for air. After we recovered a bit, enjoying the aftertaste of each other's bodily fluids, Gladys got out of bed and said, "At least this is something the cruise line can't screw up." She then proceeded to our micro bathroom, giving a little wiggle with her ass. Yeah, showering together, something I like very much, but was completely out of the question on this tub, as we found out before.

Well, I learned my lesson and would never book a cruise again without getting advice from the two women in my life who were experts on the matter, Grace and Maggy.

One last dinner at our small table in the restaurant, followed by the show in the theatre, and a few drinks in one of the lounges, to use our drinks package to the full, then it was back to our cabin to pack our bags. They had to be outside the cabin by eleven pm.

The next morning was a bit of a rush; there was no more time for a shower, and enjoying the 'wonderful' feeling of a plastic curtain sticking to your ass, which I will absolutely not miss. Breakfast in the cafeteria, then picking up our stuff in the cabin, and waiting for our debarkation time in one of the lounges close to the exit. Picking up our luggage was easy; we were off the ship, luggage in hand, on the sidewalk in Rotterdam in about ten minutes. Gladys called her daughter, who was picking us up, on the phone. She would be there in about ten minutes, she replied, giving us enough time for a leisurely walk to the pick-up point.

When we were seated in the car, Gladys in front and me in the back, Ariel was curious about how it had been.

We replied in unison, "NEVER AGAIN!"

"You didn't like cruising, she asked, surprised."

"No, dear, cruising is fine, but not with that cruise line," I told her.

"Was it that bad?" Ariel asked.

"You don't want to know," her mother replied. "Whenever we decide to go back on a cruise, and I hope we will, I will make the booking, but only after getting expert advice from Lew's friend Grace, with whom he has cruised before, or the one who runs the travel shop in the village."

"Here, here," I said.