Article 98345 of alt.sex.stories: From: an365723@anon.penet.fi (I Like What I See) Subject: Family Cruise Turns Randy Date: Fri, 29 Sep 1995 14:16:02 Family Cruise The following is an "almost" true story... Well, I just returned from a cruise on one of those big red boats. I wasn't sure I wanted to do this, as I was traveling alone, and the Premier Ships are known for their family atmosphere, not their party atmosphere. I really needed to get away, and the deal was one I just couldn't pass up, so I gave it a try. It all didn't start out on the right foot, as my wife was severely unhappy with me "taking a vacation" without her. I'm not sure what she imagined I would get into, but I was looking for some nice quiet time away from the office, perhaps just reading a book. I had no fantasies of an illicit shipboard whirlwind romance. At 45 yo, obese, and not in anyway handsome, I had no expectations of anything out of the ordinary. Little did I know what was to happen. The first night out of port, the casino opened around dinner time. Being an avid gambler, I went to check it out. What I saw was something that will be burned into my mind forever. Standing at a blackjack table just waiting for a customer was the most amazing woman I had ever seen. 25 yo, 2 foot long straight black hair, subtle makeup except for very red lipstick, exotic looking (I was later to find out she was Russian). But, the amazing part was her dress. She had a perfect 5'6" frame, large breasts, high heels, and a simple black dress that fit her like a second skin. The most amazing part was that this dress was so short, it started where the back of her thighs became the curve of her buttocks. I was mesmerized. How could this so short, so tight dress possibly stay in place? The only ornament was a gold name tag, which said simply "Yvette." For the next two nights I followed this girls moves as she wore the same (or indistibuishable) dress. My favorite was when she worked the roulette table and was required to stretch for chips at the other end of the table. In these instances I was absolutely astounded at what a show this lady was putting on in this family cruise ship (now I know the real reason they don't allow kids in the casino!). I'm sure she quickly became aware that I was watching her intently shortly into the cruise. Even though I was usually positioned looking at her back end intently, every now and then she would look over her shoulder at me, acknowledge that I was there with a little tilt of her head, and a little smile. After two days of torturous watching, I finally was treated to something very special. Having been relieved for a 15 minute break, my lady walked to the bar adjacent to the casino and plopped herself onto one of those padded leather couches only about 18" off the ground. From this angle as I approached, her upper legs were pointed right towards my face. Her knees were about a foot apart, and everything was finally revealed to me. I believe her exposure was unconscious, and as she saw me walking forward and staring, she blushed and quickly crossed her legs. At this point I was a man possessed. I didn't care that I was twice her age, I didn't care that I looked like a toad, I was a man on a mission. I walked up and sat down next to her. I asked if I could buy her a drink, to which she nodded okay. While we waited for the barmaid to return, I finally heard her speak. It was broken english, clearly a Russian accent. She said, "I see you here much. Why do you keep staring at me?" To which I replied, "I'm sorry if I have seemed rude, but I have not been able to help myself. I have never seen another woman who was as beautiful or sexy as you are." She apparently had no difficulty understanding what I was saying, and smiled and thanked me. We chatted for another 10 minutes before she had to return to work. In that time she made it clear that she liked me, was not put off by my looks or age, but was mostly interested in finding a wealthy american to help her come to the US. I did not tell her that I was not wealthy, or that I was already married. I merely said that I would think about if there was anything I could do to help her. She nodded and smiled, and then walked back to the casino. I went immediately to the Purser's office and cashed $2,500 in Travelers Checks, all that I had. I asked for $500 bills (after all I was wealthy wasn't I?). Returning to the casino I found my lovely Godiva at the Roulette table. I sat down, being the only customer. She smiled and said hello again. I had a sense of destiny and precognition. Tonight would be the most amazing night in my life. I took two $500 bills from my wallet and asked for $100 chips (the table maximum for individual bets). I placed 5 chips on red, and watched intently as she spun the wheel. Red! I had won my fist $500. I put a single $100 chip on 13, five chips on the first column, five chips on 13 - 24, and the remaining chips on odd. She looked at me with astonishment, and I did my best James Bond imitation shrug. "It's only money, I said." I won't draw the conclusion out, as the wheel came out double zero. She cleared the table of my $1500, and said she was sorry. I said don't worry, and removed the remaining $500 bills from my wallet. I took the 15 chips she pushed to me, and duplicated my first bet. And... ofcourse this time 13 came up. Usually a large better draws a crowd, but no one had paid us any attention. As is customary for a large win, she called over the pit boss, who examined the situation. Together they counted out my $6,900 in winnings. The bit boss congratulated my on my winnings and walked away. I threw Godiva a $100 chip as a tip and said thank you. She smiled, put her hand behind her back and dropped the chip on the floor. She pivoted, facing away from me, and bent from the waist, legs shoulder width apart to retrieve the chip. She stood and turned around and smiled again and said thank you very much (in that wonderful Russian accent). She said that she knew I liked looking at her back, and that she hoped that had been worth $100. I said that it was worth more than she could, know and that I couldn't imagine how she would thankme if I gave her the rest of my winnings (this had been my plan all along). She looked at me with astonishment, and said No! But, this is more than I earn in a whole season! I replied that she was obviously worth it and much more. I told her that I was married and was sad that I could not help her with her American citizenship problem. But, I would be honored if I could help her with her financial situation. She still looked agape, probably trying to figure out if I was serious. After a few seconds of silence, I said that I knew it would be awkward giving her a large sum of money in public. She nodded yes. Would it be possible for her to come to my cabin after her shift ended at midnight. She again nodded yes. I told her my cabin number and asked her to hurry after her shift. She finally spoke and said that she could not imagine what she could do to repay such generosity, and that she wished to go to her cabin and change her clothes before coming to over. I said that if she wished to go and freshen up, or gather a few things that was fine. But, I wanted her to be wearing the same outfit she was now when she knocked on my door. The right side of her mouth curled slightly in smile, and she nodded slightly. Without another word I nodded back, stood and disappeared... She walked in, closed and locked my cabin door. I was sitting on one of the beds which was only about a foot off the ground. She threw her bag on the opposite cot and walked over to stand directly infront of me. She stooped, took my chin in her hand, and lightly kissed me on the mouth. She stood up straight, her hand still on my chin, tilting my face up to look in her eyes. She then used her other hand on the top of my head to push it down so that I was staring straight ahead. Putting both hands on my shoulders, I estimated my nose was no more than four inches from her hardened lower belly. Dropping her hands to her sides, she pressed her palms to the fabric at the sides of her thighs. Millimeter by millimeter she slipped the material up her legs revealing the hidden charms I had spent the last two days lusting after. The bottom of her dress now at her waist, she continued to hold the dress with her right hand, and ran her left through my balding hair. She said, "I have heard that American men are very oral. Is this not true?" I had run out of words.