It Happened On The Cruise (completed)

Chapter 15

We both looked up at the waiter as he grinned at us.

“Excuse me, would you like me to refill your drinks and remove the glasses?”

“Yes, please,” Howie said, taking the glasses and setting them on the tray. “s*x on the beach, please.” I chuckled as I leaned back some, needing to find my breath.

“Are you hungry at all?” Howie c****d an eyebrow at me and I shook my head. “Okay, not for that. But I can go grab us a snack while you wait for the drinks.”

“Sure, I think we better eat something before we go on drinking.” I got up and snorted to myself; we weren’t drinking much anymore, but that didn’t mean we wouldn’t be. God, if these questions truly kept going on, both he and I were going to end up in one of our rooms. I shook my head as I grabbed a plate and put some fries on there, along with three hamburgers. I walked back to Howie but frowned slightly as he was leaning back on the chair, shades on and phone in hand.

“Everything okay?’ I asked as I sat the food down between us.

“Hm? Oh yeah, my sister messaged me.” I nodded as I sat down and grabbed my shades but Howie quickly reached over and grabbed them instead. He had taken his off and glanced at my chest.

“They aren’t straining anymore, so now I have to see your eyes.” I bit my lip and shrugged. “Well, until I get them hard again.” I narrowed my eyes at him.

“I believe it was your turn, right?” I asked and that caused him to chuckle and I shook my head as I sat down, popping a fry in my mouth. He grabbed a hamburger and had a couple of bites before looking at me. I grinned as I ate another fry and lifted a brow. “Are you enjoying the view of the boobs?”

“Are you kidding? I’m a man and you have a nice set, so yeah, I’m enjoying it.” I bit my lip to keep my blush at bay. “Have you ever sent naughty photos to someone?” he asked. I glanced at him again and then at the drinks the waiter placed beside him; thinking if I wanted to answer or drink, but I was having a lot more fun shocking him than drinking.

“Yeah, I have. And let me tell you, there are erotic feels to that, on all kinds of levels. Is that something you have never tried?”

“Nope, at least I’ve never sent. I did have an ex who sent me some shots, but it was more a photo striptease and never really showed anything. How many pieces of lingerie do you own?”

“If you count sexy bras and panties, hmm, about 7; if you count just nighties and such, 3. Why, do you enjoy them?” Howie shrugged but didn’t say anything, just grabbed a glass and took a swig.

“You have an amazing body Theresa, I imagine that those pieces or similar ones would look beyond sexy on you. I mean, your suits look great, cover enough and yet reveal enough.” He shrugged again and glanced at me, my face flaming up at those comments. “Would you ever do a striptease?” I licked my lips as I finished my burger and slowly nodded.

“Yeah, I think I would, even more so if I knew something like that would turn him on. What’s your favorite position?”

“Oh,” he tilted his head as he thought for a moment, his hand reaching for a glass and then thought better of it. “I like a lot, but doggy might just have to be my favorite. The way you can get so deep, so many sensations, the spanking, or hair pulling, yeah my favorite.” I closed my eyes for a moment as I tried to figure out the best way to cover the now hard n*****s as those words hit me in the core once again. And I tried very hard not to make a show of it, his very low chuckle told me he had already caught onto my problem.

“Your fault, you know,” I mumbled, which only made him laugh harder.

“Won’t say I’m sorry here. And I would ask about your fave but I think I already know. Have you ever experimented with another chick?”

“No, I haven’t, but if I ever did, all it would be would be kissing. Don’t really have a desire for that. Have you ever watched your partner pleasure themselves, without you touching them at all?”

“I have, twice. Once I walked in on my ex laying on the bed, actually using a vibrator on herself. The other time, the same ex, was just so hot and bothered during a make-out session at a club that she just rested against me as she played with herself. I tell you, public places…” he trailed off and yet I knew exactly what he was saying, no matter what was going, public was hot. “You seem like a pretty outgoing person, where’s the craziest place you had s*x?”

“Okay, let me think.” I sat up and turned to face him, watching as he did the same, and slowly shook my head. “There’s been a couple of odd spots; pools, limos, another person’s house. But if I have to say the craziest, might have been at one of the few award shows I have gone to.” When I didn’t go on, he simply raised a brow.

“Oh, you gotta explain more! How the hell did you manage that?” I giggled as I thought about it.

“You know, there are some pretty fuckin’ dark corners backstage. Well, my ex Mike, they were up for an award and up till they got up to accept, him and I had been flirting like crazy. And a long time before that, he had told me that one of the places he had wanted to f**k me at was an award show. So, when I met them in the back, he hauled me to the darkest corner, covered my mouth, shoved my panties off, and…there you go.” He looked at me and I bit my lip, pushing my hair behind my ear. I watched as his hand reached out to move the other side of my hair and I could not suppress the shiver as his knuckles moved down the side of my neck, over my collar bone, and then over my n****e, making it harder than it already was.

“That’s quite a story.” God, was it just me, or did his voice sound deeper and huskier? And why sweet Jesus did that make my center so much wet?

“Enjoy that feel?”

“No,” he said.

“No?” I asked, raising a brow at him, his finger lightly traced around my n****e, making my breath hitch.

“No,” he repeated. What…the…fuck? He sure seemed to look like he was enjoying it.

“Why…no?”

“Because,” this time he pinched it and I jumped in my seat, “I want it in my mouth, my tongue and teeth playing with it, not just my fingers.” Well, f**k me every which way!

“Howie?”

“Hmm?” I swallowed hard as he kept playing with that overly hard n****e and looked down at him as he smirked and shifted forward, his tongue flicking the n****e through my suit, the friction and his tongue making it harder than ever.

“If you could, um, do anything right now, what would you do?” His hands moved to where they were clutching my hips and pulled me to the edge of the chair.

“You, I would do you.”