When I came downstairs in my comfortable, but new jeans and tee, I saw that, apparently while I’d been in the shower, Timothy had gotten dressed. He looked good in his stream-lined jeans which deliciously hugged his taut, muscular rear, a polo shirt that was not too tight, but seemed to meld itself very nicely to his chest, and that grin of his. Wow. What a combination.
I wished he’d joined me in the shower. That would have been super romantic, but I also knew it would have delayed us from our explorations of the ship. There would be time for bedroom play later. I’d make sure of it, I said, giggling to myself.
Timothy’s smile widened as he caught my thoughts. He flashed his straight white teeth at me and sent my lower limbs trembling with want. Oh, my. For a nickel, I’d grab his . . . arm and drag him back upstairs.
I’m willing he mind sent. But I think you’re counting on doing some cruise ship discovery.
The reminder jolted me from my licentious thoughts. Except that adjective probably didn’t apply since the two of us were now legally married and on our honeymoon where all such passions were expected, right?
Phelon had left the suite. Bob was sitting at the table. The cookies and strawberries had all disappeared. At one time that would have angered me, but I figured it was better that they were gone. I had a bikini in my suitcase that I wanted to fit into. And a couple of elegant but tight dresses. Yes, be gone all cookies and chocolate dipped strawberries. I needed to find a gym and do some jogging on the ship’s advertised running track. The brochure promises that it completely circled the outer rim of the ship.
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I was completely lost the moment we stepped out of our quarters. I was well content to have Timothy guiding us forward. He seemed to know exactly where the elevators were. We got off on one of the floors and headed to a couple of restaurants, peered into the windows, then passed on, heading for another area. That meant another elevator ride, and I saw that we were up on the top deck.
It was incredible. Water surrounding us, joggers running over to the side, lounge chairs, bars serving drinks, and sunshine streaming down on us, it was a circus of pleasurable sights. The air smelled . . . well, clean, like I’d never inhaled fully before. I breathed it in deeply, just enjoying the taste of it, the freedom of taking in non-polluted air. The ocean breeze was actually a bit chilly. I should have thought of that and grabbed up a sweater, but Timothy’s arm around me kept me from feeling the cold.
Crowds were everywhere, but no one seemed to take notice of us, even with the three good-looking guys escorting me. In fact, most people were too busy scanning their cell phones, reading books while sunbathing on the lounge chairs, or sipping their drinks while chatting and laughing with friends.
We passed a small cafe where there were only fast food items: Hot dogs, hamburgers, pizza, ice cream, chips . . . Both Bob and Terry picked up some nibblies. No money exchanged hands. The crewman just touched the men’s medallion necklaces.
I knew our meals were free, part of our package. We could eat a smorgasbord of items, and the crew wouldn’t complain. But that bathing suit would show new bulges. I shrugged and kept walking.
Not long after, we arrived at the All Day Breakfast Resto. I ordered scrambled eggs and an English muffin, then dived into the fruit bar at the center. Imagine unlimited fresh blueberries, raspberries, and green and purple grapes. I was ready to move onto the ship permanently.