Fresh Black Berries

I tipped the chauffer with a crisp one hundred dollar bill just before she drove away from the dock. I had been on several cruises in the past but this cruise was going to be different.
I was alone.
I was excited.
No date, no buddies, no human luggage.
What I was feeling could be summed up in one word. Freedom.
I could be whoever I wanted to be. Jason, Kenneth, Jonathon, or Victor. I was alone and on a cruise of endless possibilities, so my name didn’t really matter. The person wearing my white linen pants suit, Havana Stetson hat, Gucci sunglasses, and carrying the vintage luggage to match was part me, part my alter ego, and was ready for adventure and fun.
The summer time star was high in the sky, fondling beautiful bodies that were wearing bikinis and sundresses.
There were several pairs of Bermuda and Hawaiian swim trunks roaming around.
Some married. Some not.
All trying to make eye contact with their sexual fantasies, all who seemed to quickly become nothing more than muted silhouettes to me.
After listening to the usual safety rules, I headed to my cabin, unpacked, took a stroll out to the deck, sat at the bar then ordered a tropical drink. Just as I was about to tip the female bartender, a voluptuous cleavage walked over to the bar and tipped her for me.
Steel drum Calypso music and a constant hum of laughter and chatter faded in the distance when her breathy and seductive voice captured my ears.
She said to the bartender, “Allow me.” then handed her a fifty dollar bill.
Her voice was thick, under the influence of sex, and the ship had just set sail. She winked her long dark lash at the bartender, eyed me for a brief moment, then she casually eased away.

Just like that, she had me.
Just like that, I wanted to have her.
I wasn’t on the hunt but was ready for the chase.
I watched her tiny waist and string bikini walk away. I glanced over to the bartender. She gave me a thin smile. She looked at my lips, then licked hers.
I was speechless.

A direct message was sent to me from them.
Neither of them spoke to me, but I heard every word that they had said.
She turned her back to me and I took in the entire view of what she had offered me.
Mouthwatering.
The sexy tipper had vanished into the crowd, the bartender served drinks to more cruisers, and I people watched and enjoyed my drink.
I felt strange, wondered if that was how women were made to feel. Nothing like that had ever happened to me before.
I liked it.
It made me feel a tingle from the head of my penis to the center of my throat. Made my partner in crime start to swell, to get excited, to want to come out and get a bird’s eye view of what I had just seen.
I started talking to him, called him by his name; I had named him Harold because I had always liked that name. I told Harold to be cool, that we had seven whole days left to be on this ship, and he would have plenty of time to come out and play.
Before long the sun had started crossing the intersection between Earth and sky, so I headed back to my cabin to get ready for some night life activities.
As I approached my stateroom, I noticed a business card had been wedged in the cabin door. I looked around and snatched it out.
It read.
If you love big tippers, meet me near the bar at The Black Mango.
I had to read it twice; I thought I had read, “If you love big TITTIES…” And to think, I was a writer but at that moment, literature was the furthest thing from my mind.
I had heard a lot about this night club. The ship’s brochure had made it more than inviting.
I wanted to go.
I needed to go.
I opened my door, closed it behind me, poured myself a drink, and turned on the room’s SIRIUS Radio.
I was a man, had been targeted, hunted, tempted, seduced by beautiful strangers, strange women that I wanted to fuck, strangers that I hoped wanted to fuck me.
I showered, shaved away the shadow that had joined me at 5 o’clock, and then got dressed. I took one last look in the mirror before I walked out the door. My line-up was just right, the black button up and slacks felt and looked perfect on me that night.
Soft jazz paced my black leather footsteps through the ship’s carpeted halls, down the escalator, and to the sounds of R&B coming from the VIP entrance of The Black Mango.
I took a deep breath, popped an Altoid into my mouth, walked past club bouncers, dancing lip gloss, and men’s cologne. The live DJ was bobbing his head and encouraging the crowd through his microphone. The dimly lit dance floor was full of vacationers waving their half full shot glasses in the air. I looked over towards the bar and locked eyes with the lip licking bartender. She was pouring liquid courage from a slim bottle that she was holding up high above her head of wild curly hair.
Time stood still.
Sound slowed down.
Chatter evaporated. Everyone in the club disappeared into a shadow and an imaginary spotlight settled on the big tipper’s beautiful cleavage. There she was, sitting on the bar stool, waiting for me. Right then, time and sound caught up to speed, and I picked up my pace moving towards the bar.
I strolled over and cleared my throat. “Hello. I’m Harold… I mean Terrance.”
I was nervous. I ran my sweaty palms down the side of my pant leg and reached out to shake her hand. And it was a good thing that I had wiped my hand because she lifted it to her face and sucked my finger into her warm mouth.
I stood there feeling her strong wet tongue rolling around my finger, moving to the beat of R&B, and that made my thighs twitch. Made Harold start pressing his head against my zipper.
I didn’t want to be rude so I didn’t pull my finger out of her mouth.
When she finished sucking my finger, she said, “Harold… Terrance, you do remember your liquor from earlier?” She was smiling and pointing at the sexy bartender that she had so generously tipped.
“Of course. Is she your friend?”
“You can say that.” She crossed her thighs.
She said, “Did you enjoy your drink?”
I paused. “Yes… yes I did.”
“Do you want another one?”
My eyes found her cleavage then crawled up to her full lips.
I said, “I don’t want to be greedy?”
“Oh, but you should be.”
“You don’t say?”
“Yes I do… In fact…” She touched my lips with her fingertips. “I think you should have two this time.”
“Two?” I raised my brows.
My heart was racing, breathing was tight, and now Harold was really putting up a fight.
She said, “Let’s go back to your room.”
“Excuse me?”
She stood up, took an easy step close to me, and pressed her body against mine. She slid one hand around my waist, down and around my ass, then palmed and stroked my crotch with her other.
I got hard. I got weak. I got nervous.
She whispered in my ear, “Take me to your room.”
I chuckled, looked around, wondered if this was some type of a joke.
I had always dreamed of a having a night like this but thought it was always going to be something that would only happen inside of my head.
I played it cool. I said, “Right this way.”
She winked that same wink to the bartender as she had done earlier and then smiled at me. I took her soft hand and lead her out of R&B and into jazz, up the elevator and behind the doors of my stateroom where the SIRIUS Radio was still playing a different type of smooth jazz.
We had been silent on our travel back to my room, hadn’t said two words. Not until we were inside of my room.
No hesitation, she made herself comfortable on my small bed, slid out of her black dress, and twirled her finger in her shoulder length wavy hair. Without thinking, I moved so quickly towards her I had left the door slightly ajar. I stood in front of her and a blink later she had put her mouth on my crouch. She was tonguing and nudging Harold through the fabric of my slacks. He started jumping and throbbing and drooling. He wanted to be free.
I tangled my fingers in her hair and she unzipped my pants. I guided her head backwards and Harold slid deep into the back of her mouth. I watched her as she licked and moaned.
I played with her hair. I played with her hard nipples.
Her skin felt sticky, and she smelled sweet. I guided her head back and forth, watched Harold disappear into her mouth, then out past her lips.
She pulled her head all the way back, the tip of her tongue waved goodbye to Harold and then she stood up on the bed. With one of her hands she guided her hard nipple into my mouth. She had lotioned her body with real Hershey’s butterscotch and that’s what had made her feel, smell and now taste sticky-sweet. I was in another world, crazed, and heady. I was sucking and licking both nipples, moved my head fast, back and forth from one to the other. I was all choked up, I wanted to let out a man-scream but I didn’t, kept my thoughts to myself, didn’t want to say the wrong thing, I wanted to enjoy every second of this.
I was kissing and licking her neck. Harold was dying to get wet again. And to his and my surprise, in the next moment he did.
He was being licked and nibbled by a mysterious mouth. A mouth attached to a body that had crept into my room and was now kneeling beside me on the floor. I closed my eyes tight, afraid to look down. Harold was being swallowed sideways.
It felt so damn good; listening to the sound of two moaning women was oh so nice. I was tasting one woman and the other was tasting me.
Eyes still closed, I savored the moment.
I ran my tongue down the cleavage of one and directed the fast and slow pace of the other one.
My tongue found the candy coated slippery slit of one and my finger found the opening of the other.
My tongue tasted milk chocolate and fresh black berries and I loved it. My finger felt silky wetness of the other and she loved it.
I was eating one and feeding the other.
This was too much.
It was one of my wildest dreams and Harold and I were enjoying all of it.
I was about to come. About to come hard.
I finally opened my eyes and…

This story was inspired by one of my reader’s fantasies. Thank you Harold… I hope you enjoyed.
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