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 Chapter One

   It was day two of the cruise, and the main pool was surrounded by pool
revelers and sun worshipers.  Music thumped in the background and giggles
filled the air.

   The sun beat down on my skin and I felt it energizing me.  Next to me,
my 11 year old daughter was slurping on a strawberry smoothie and sitting
on a towel.  She was still dripping wet from the pool but soon the sun
would dry off every inch of her young skin, and she would get hot and want
to swim again.

   I lay on the pool lounger, slightly inclined, watching the crowd through
my sunglasses.  Tanlines were developing all over me, and soon a white line
from my bikini would be surrounded by the red flesh.  I looked at my
breasts, not too bad for a 31 year old who has given birth and breast fed,
but still, all day long I had been surrounded by young woman and girls.

   How could I know there would be a cheerleader competition to be staged
on the boat, not to mention all the regular number of girls running to and
fro on a cruse ship.

   All the flesh browning in the sun made me feel on fire, wanting to touch
and be touched by man and woman alike.  The smell of the pool chlorine and
sunscreen, and watching the tan lines everywhere of woman with tits and ass
of all shapes and sizes.  Girls with suits falling off of them got stares
and looks, and I couldn't help but watch their bodies, and then see
muscle-laden men pamper them with attention.  God how I wanted to get with
some of the men on this ship.  One of them was there now.  He had a near
hairless body, full of marine muscles, sturdy pecs and rock hard legs that
I am sure carried a rock hard cock.  A hot marine guy I had seen more than
once on the ship.  A tribal tattoo filled his right shoulder.

   I laid back on my chair, pushed my chest up, and pulled the top down
just a notch to expose a bit more of my tits.  They were still worthy tits,
and came with cleavage, and my ass had only slightly widened and dropped.

   I looked at my daughter who was the most beautiful thing that could have
ever come out of me.  Her cute, pug nose, so innocent, and fresh.  Her
cheeks that gave her the greatest smile, even as she slept.  She had a
sculpted body without even trying, firm muscles, slender, just starting to
bud tits that I knew she was so curious about.  I had seen her look at
them, gently touch them with her fingertips in the mirror.  They were just
barely enough to be smushed under an A cup.  The outline of her nipples
could be seen in her white bikini.  She gave the last slurp of her smoothie
and then turned to lay face down in the lounger.

   She wiggled to get comfortable, and I watched her ass cheeks which were
firm and sweet.  She had done some gymnastics, and it gave her muscular
buttocks.  I looked at the bikini bottoms which angled to cover only half
the sweet mounds.  Oh God did I miss that power of youth.

   She shifted to get comfortable, moved her ass up and down a bit.  I
noticed the marine man's eyes gaze her way, his eyes stayed a bit longer
than usual, I could tell he was watching her.

   "Honey, you don't want a strange tan line on your back.  Here, make sure
you stay layed down while I do this."

   "Okay mommy,"

   I leaned over and pulled the tie on her bikini, then I let the straps
fall down the side of the lounge chair.  The tiny sides of her breasts were
revealed, and she lay there face down and covering her chest, happy as
could be.

   I looked at the marine.  He had a firm jaw, sculpted muscles, just right
enough to give me a firm, long pounding.  He had a beer in his hands and
his eyes wandered.  The tattoo gave him a savage look.

   "Look, Jada over there, another cruise ship.  How neat."

   "Where?"

   "There.  Check it out."

   She got up on her elbows, and her bikini strap fell to the ground.  Her
tiny breasts were fully exposed to hundreds on the ship.  Her nipples were
pert, so fresh, and looked sensitive enough to get hard and stay erect. 
The triangles from her bikini top had surrounded them with white, fresh
skin of her tiny breasts.  Two little gifts from heaven.

   I felt the energy of men all around me look.  I saw Jada scanning the
horizon, her sweet smile still on her sun drenched cheeks, and she was
completely topless and completely beautiful, still looking for the other
cruise ship that was never there.

   "Jada, oh no, your top," I finally said.

   She looked down, saw her exposed breasts and bikini top lying on the
towel.  Glances from men and woman continued from all over.  Cell phone
cameras snapped pictures.  She gave a half-laugh, reached down and looped
the top over her head, lined up the cups, and quickly tied the tops back
on.

   "I hope nobody saw," she said, and laided back down.

   "Its okay, I don't think they did sweet pea," I said.

   But they had.  I watched as the Marine got up out of his chair and was
walking our way.

   (This is the first section of a series.  If you like me work, I'm at
littlemindy987@yahoo on messenger.)