Alaskan Exposure by A.S. Fenichel Page B

morning.”
    His lips were warm and soft. His breath tickled the
sensitive skin of her lobe. She took a big gulp of her drink and popped an
olive in her mouth. Her nerves were a bundle of indecision. On the one hand,
the memory of their lovemaking had her pussy wet and ready to repeat. But on
the other, she was already falling for a man who could only break her heart in
another five days. At least on land, she wouldn’t know when the other shoe
would drop. With a merchant marine she was assured that when the ship left port
in Seattle she would never see him again. Her chest clenched. How had she
gotten so attached to him so quickly?
    Jules was already dirty dancing with Drew. Her round ass
moved to the music against his crotch.
    “Dance with me.” He said it low and close.
    Her skin prickled with electricity. It was as if he was
magnetic and she could not resist his pull. She floated out from behind the
table and took his hand as he led the way to the floor. As if on command, the
music changed to an Eric Clapton ballad.
    Kyle’s hand slid around her waist. One of his legs pressed
between hers and he moved them round the floor expertly. Her pussy throbbed
from the pressure of his thigh. Her breath caught in her throat. His hard cock
was wedged between them and his mouth just barely touched her ear.
    Neither one of them spoke as they made their way around the
floor. Kyle led her skillfully, never letting her bump into any of the other
couples on the crowded dance floor. The heat from his body and the sway of the
music had her soaking wet and her breath coming in short gasps before the
halfway point in the song.
    “I want you,” she heard herself saying.
    He instantly stopped moving. Pushing her so that he could
look down into her eyes, he smiled. “You say the damnedest things.”
    “Do I?”
    He squeezed her hand and danced them over to the other side
of the room. “You never say what I expect.”
    “I like that.” Being unpredictable was something new to
Charley. She had always been the good girl, the perfect daughter and the
perfect wife. When Pete walked out, she had even been the perfect ex, asking
for nothing.
    “Let’s go for a walk. I don’t know about you, but I’m
getting hot.”
    She nodded against his cheek. He maneuvered her from the
dance floor, out of the club on the opposite side from where Jules and the men
were sitting.
    They climbed up a few flights and went outside to walk along
the railing. The cold air hit Charley as if she jumped into an ice bath. They
had left port a few hours earlier and the wind, sea and pitch of the night were
in stark contrast to the warmth of the club.
    He removed his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders
before walking them several hundred yards toward the back of the ship. The
jacket retained his body heat but the wind was still cold against her legs and
face.
    “Where are we going?”
    A moment later, he pulled her into a small alcove with no
windows facing in. Her back was pressed against the cold steel of the ship. She
expected him to ravage her immediately but his kiss was soft and sweet as he
nibbled her bottom lip.
    “Tell me about your marriage.”
    “What do you want to know?” She could hear the surprise in
her voice.
    He must have heard it too. His smile made her want to hike
up her skirts and let him fuck her right there in plain sight. “How long were
you together?”
    “Two years before we got married and four years of
marriage.” She wanted to feel indifference, but the failure of her marriage was
still a sore spot.
    He brushed the hair out of her face. His fingers tickled the
skin on her cheek. “What happened?”
    “Pete decided being married wasn’t for him.” She answered
quickly. False nonchalance laced her words.
    “You said he’d had affairs. How did the marriage end?”
    “Pete’s affairs started right after the wedding, maybe even
before. I’m not sure. I ignored his activities. I thought of my marriage as a
safety net, a