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I was standing close enough to the stunningly beautiful woman to see the band of gold on the third finger of her perfectly manicured left hand as she handed the ticket agent her boarding pass.
I was struck by her beauty. Her brown hair was in a conservative business woman’s style. Her face, well her face would be envied by any actress or super model. The stylish dove- grey suit did little to hide her perfect figure. Her long legs were encased in dark nylon, her feet in high heel pumps.
Before she entered the jet way, she looked over her shoulder directly at me. Her big blue eyes couldn’t conceal what seemed to be a mixture of excitement and fear. She took a few long graceful strides and was swallowed up in the jet way.
My thoughts were interrupted by the announcement over the airport’s PA system. “Final call, Delta flight 308 is now ready to depart for Atlanta, all passengers should be on board.”
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I wasn’t planning to fall asleep in the hayloft. It was just that my older brother Rusty had been pestering me about helping him finish his chores. Shoot, I’d already done all mine. It was too dang hot to be doing what he shoulda already have done himself. He was just about to start whomping on me when the phone started ringing.
Rusty ran to answer the thing. I wasn’t to keep my head in the vicinity of his fists. Figured I’d hide up in the loft and hope that the call was gonna cause him to hop in his old truck and get someplace outta my hair.
Guess it was the heat or just being tuckered out from my own chores but I must have nodded out up there. When I came to, I was hearing voices down below. One of them was Rusty’s. The other one belonged to a girl. They were whispering.
I stared at the ceiling and did me some listening. The girl was giggling a bit and Rusty was muttering some kind of sweetness at her. When it sounded like they were kissing some, I figured it might be safe to take a quick peek. Sure enough, Rusty was kissing on Mary Lou Sykes, a curly haired brunette from my school.
I think every boy in my school had a crush on Mary Lou. She probably had the finest tits in the whole county, sitting there high and proud on her short body. When she wore jeans, her cute butt wiggled just right. Like Rusty, she was...
I got up to take a piss. Neither of these two things was as easy these days as they used to be. My knees ached as I got out of bed and staggered in the dark to the bathroom. I stood in front of the bowl with my dick in my hand, waiting for my prostate to co-operate.
My wife, Marge, was down in Florida tending to her sick sister. In a few years, when I retired, we were thinking about selling the old place and moving down to Florida ourselves. The neighborhood was becoming a bit too loud for my tastes.
Take the kids next door, please. This summer it seemed they invited every screeching kid in the neighborhood over their back yard to jump on that damn trampoline. The bouncing and screeching would go on for hours, it got on my nerves. Their parents reminded me of the hippies you’d see around when I was young.
I think his name was Jeff. His brown hair was usually in a ponytail. I mean, what kind of man wears a ponytail, for God sakes. His Granny sex wife, Cathy, had straight dirty blonde hair. It was so straight I swear she ironed it and so long it hung down to her ass. Although, I guess I got to admit, her ass looked pretty inviting in them tight jeans she was always wearing.
Marge was always bitching about the tank tops she strutted around in, saying she shouldn’t be showing her breasts and naked belly around the children. Frankly, I didn’t see...
Finally the day we had been waiting for arrived and we walked up the ramp to the ship. I don’t remember the name of it since it was about five miles long and in another language. It was beautiful. We were given directions on where our room was located and Melanie and I wasted no time unpacking. This cruise was going to last a week and we didn’t want to be living out of our suitcases.
We threw our bags up on the bed and starting sorting out what would go where. As big as cruise ships are, you would think they would have more space for clothes. There was one small closet and a dresser matching in size. I watched as she started to remove her ‘delicate’ clothing. She had an amazing range of lingerie, from black leather to white lace.
If it could be found at Victoria Secrets she owned it. I often thought that it was a form of addition, some people are addicted to caffeine, nicotine or stronger, and Melanie here is addicted to lingerie. To each her own I guess.
Once we got done packing we realized that there was only one bed. Now I admit I’ve often fantasized about messing around with Melanie, who hadn’t? She was hot as hell. She had the body that most women are jealous of and most men drool over. She was five foot eleven, 140 pounds soaking wet, the longest legs I’ve ever seen on anyone, wavy long red hair and a nice set of tits.
We make a good...
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