Tara flirts with friends, bosses and finally with danger.
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“All Ashore . . .”
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Tara was miffed as she stowed her luggage in the cabin. It wasn’t that she didn’t get the roommate she had requested; Keira had already finished unpacking and was lying on the bed watching her young friend. Tara made sure to wiggle her butt a lot. Rather, Tara had been unable to get together with Karen after the pool party as they both had wanted. The problem with being a cardiovascular surgeon is that around the holidays, people had a lot of heart problems. The older woman had promised some quality one-on-one all-girl sex as soon as Tara got back. Luckily, this was only a two-week cruise.
Tara was also still pissed because she hadn’t thought of a way of getting back at Carlos. The smug bastard had humiliated Sunny after seducing her because she was Keira’s friend. He had been angry that Keira had dumped him. But the only reason Keira had slept with that arrogant prick in the first place was to keep him from setting his sights on Tara herself. So Tara felt responsible. And the young woman had discovered something within herself that she hadn’t known was there; the ability to carry a grudge.
But she wasn’t going to let her dislike for Carlos get her down. She was young, pretty, and she had two fantastic lovers who were always ready to do the nasty dance with her. Tara was almost amazed by how her sex drive had awoken. There was a time when she thought that sex was a scary thing that would make her feel awkward. Now, she was getting laid almost nightly and still sometimes found herself craving more. In the Lounge Gang, the group of friends that hung out together in one of the ship’s lounges when they weren’t working, Tara had gone from being the “shy, quiet girl” to “the raging nymphomaniac.” And it didn’t bother her one bit. She liked sex. It had been odd the first time she had told herself that.
“Shit, I wish we didn’t have to go this meeting,” Keira muttered from her side of the room. “Why can’t they just give us our damn assignments without having to give us a lame pep-talk too?”
Tara sympathized. That “do our best” speech that the liaison from human resources gave had seemed really important on Tara’s first voyage, less so on the second voyage and she wasn’t envying hearing it for the third time. But it was one of those things that she had to put up with. She looked over at Keira. The buxom babe had her eyes closed, so she didn’t know she was being observed. She hadn’t changed into her work clothes yet, so her mouthwatering breasts were being contained by the thinnest of tee-shirts. And the jeans she was wearing were like a second skin. ‘Sweet,’ she said as she licked her lips. Hey, they had almost twenty minutes for their meeting.
Keira felt SOMEONE unbuttoning her jeans. “Sweetie, I can do that myself.” She opened her eyes and saw Tara with a familiar look of mischief on her innocent-looking face. No wonder so many people were drawn to her.
Tara peeled Keira’s jeans off and yanked the older woman’s bikini panties. Without any further adieu, she buried her face into that sweet pussy.
“Tara . . . oh shit . . . we don’t have time . . . for this. We still . . . (gasp) . . . need to get dressed for . . . oh, never mind!” Keira said and just sat back to enjoy Tara’s tongue at work.
“I just need a fix before the meeting,” Tara said. “Will you give it to me? Will you cum on my face while I lick your pussy?”
Keira grinned. Once the sex started, Tara began sounding like a porn film. She loved talking dirty, and she expected her partners to do the same. “Of course,” Keira said. “You never look prettier than we you have cum on your face. Now eat me!”
Tara obeyed that command with great relish. She plunged three fingers into Keira’s snatch, letting her tongue roam around the swollen outer labia and clitoral region.
Keira pulled her own top off and started playing with her own breasts. She had an insatiable little minx between her thighs who wouldn’t rest until she got the older woman off, and Keira thought that a little bit of breast play might speed things along. “You’re such a sweet slut,” she purred. “But I’m not going to have time to do you.”
“Pay me pack later,” Tara said. She was moving her hand quickly now. She squished her three penetrating fingers close together as she rammed them into her lover’s sex. She curled the longest one just a bit so that it was bouncing off Keira’s front vaginal wall. She was hoping to hit that special pleasure point. Then she began sucking on Keira’s clit directly. After only a few more minutes of this, she had Keira cumming. And Tara licked up as much of Keira’s girl-juice as she could. It was the elixir of life for the young nympho. Keira was squirming on the bed as pleasure shot through her. Then she let herself settle back on the bed for a moment.
“You give good head Tara,” she said with a grin. Tara smiled back with a shiny face. Tara gave Keira a VERY friendly kiss, then went into the bathroom. Both girls got into their uniforms and went to their meeting.
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Four hours later . . .
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“How can one person talk so much?” Sunny said with no small amount of exasperation. “It was like he was powered by the sound of his own voice!”
All the employees had met in the ship’s auditorium. And someone had gotten clever. This time, they didn’t post assignments until AFTER the speech, so no one could see what they were doing until after they had all been bored to tears. The only thing good about the entire event was that the HR rep, a man named Nick Mason, was actually pretty cute. He was in his early forties with a warm smile, and he seemed to be in good shape. At one point, Keira had whispered “Stop drooling” into Tara’s ear, which had earned her a dirty look. As soon as the last speaker was done, they quickly checked the roster sheets and made for the lounge.
“At least he was kind of funny,” Keira said. “The lady who came after him . . . I mean, could she have BEEN a little more monotone?”
Tara was actually falling asleep with her head on the table. Paul was messing with her hair, but she was too exhausted to do anything but absently swat at his hand. She had been so energetic before the meeting. But the second, third and forth speaker had driven the life out of her. “L’emme alone,” she muttered. Then his hand slid down her back and grabbed her ass. She lifted her head and smiled at him. That woke her up a little. She was glad they didn’t have to work until tomorrow. It meant she might have some fun tonight. As everyone else was chatting, she placed on hand in Paul’s crotch and lovingly massaged his sex tool through his pants. He actually had to remove her hand several times; otherwise he wouldn’t be able to stand up when it was time to leave.
“Hey, is that the Captain?” Sunny asked, obviously surprised. Indeed, Captain Cooper had just showed up and was sitting at the bar, and that HR guy, Nick Mason, was flanking him.
Everyone was a bit confused by this. Normally, the officers and other higher-ups never came down. There was a particularly ritzy lounge a few decks up that they normally hung out at. It wasn’t as if the Captain was snobby or anything. Quite the contrary, he was well liked by the crew and was known for his open-door policy if anyone had a problem. It wasn’t even his job to deal with most of their complaints, but he wanted to let them know that SOMEONE was listening. Normally, he didn’t have much use for the cruise line’s human resources department, so it was also strange to see him with Mr. Mason. But the two took a seat up at the bar, ordered a couple of drinks and appeared to share a laugh. They seemed almost as exhausted as the Lounge gang did.
Over the next half-hour, Tara kept glancing over at the bar. She had never really spent much time around the Captain, but she had been impressed by him the few times she had. Like Mr. Mason, Captain Cooper was in his early forties and in good shaped. With his hectic schedule, it wasn’t surprising. He was stocky in a mature, muscular kind of way. He had been losing the battle with a receding hairline, so had simply shaved his head. Tara thought he looked sexy when he was bald.
“You’re drooling again,” Keira whispered into her ear, grinning the whole time. Tara grinned back, then gave Keira a quick kiss. That got a few snide comments from the crew, and the conversation started getting a little more rambunctious.
“Now Nick, THIS is a group that knows how to have fun,” came a voice from behind Tara. It was the Captain, and Mr. Mason was with him.
“Captain!?!” Keira said as the group quickly quieted down. “We’re sorry. If we were being too loud . . .”
“Nonsense,” he said with a warm smile. “Actually, we kind of wanted to get the crew’s opinion on something. Mind if we join you?”
“We don’t mind at all,” Tara said, a bit demurely. The group scooted around the booth, making room for their high-ranking guests.
“So,” started Mr. Mason, “I want you to be completely honest with me. Was our presentation earlier helpful to you at all?”