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.