Sexy Sasquia on the Cruise of Love

The brunette was called Sasquia and we came across each other the next day in the ship’s sauna, a magnificent, opulent spa in the bowels of the vessel. There were other spas and saunas and in better locations – there was one above deck for example with magnificent views across the water but I had chosen this one because it was more exclusive – only for use by state room passengers or those willing to pay a quite exorbitant additional fee, and there less crowded. After my exertions with Sylvie I wanted to recharge my batteries and enjoy some peace and quiet whilst I planned my campaign of action which I hoped would end with a brunette in my bed.

I knew it would be next to impossible to achieve. Even if Sylvie had played discrete and told her friends that nothing too intimate had occurred they would know that she had been in my cabin and something would have happened, even if only light and gentle petting. This would mean they would view me as a cad and themselves as slappers if they even entertained the thought of responding to my advances.

And that is how it was so incredibly fortunate for me that Sasquia had chosen to pay the extra for some time alone in the VIP spa. She had wanted to be alone with her thoughts, get away from the gang of girls for a bit. Her recent break up had been painful and she yearned for her man, but he was already off bedding the local barmaid. She poured her heart out to me once we had made our introductions and whilst she talked I admired her partially nude body, wrapped in only the slightest of towels and I was confident there was nothing beneath except firm soft flesh, flesh that I wanted to own to satiate my own desires and needs.

She had asked me about Sylvie of course and I decided to take a gamble on a direct route – I told her that we had rutted greedily and madly for an hour on the balcony of my state room. We had had some exquisite sexual pleasure but wouldn’t be meeting up again – it was a one night fling that was good for both of us. I then laid it on thick about my recent split and how I missed my ex. Nonsense of course but it opened the door of mutual empathy and sympathy and worked a treat.

To be continued.

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