Sea Daze: First Mate (Lesbian Erotic Romance Series) by Soichiro Irons

I’m pretty sure
that international maritime law was broken today. It’s not my fault – when Eve
slowly fed the vibrator into my pussy, I guess I just lost track of time.
    I first saw her
during the ‘Welcome Aboard’ ceremony this morning. She was alone, which was
uncommon for passengers of the Excelsius , but not really unheard of . It had been advertised as being one of the
only cruise ships in the world that not only catered to couples and families,
but also to singles as well.
    Not, mind you, a
gimmicky ‘singles cruise’ – but a real, normal vacation on a great ship that
just happened to appeal to people that weren’t in a relationship.
    She was dressed in
a black miniskirt with a form-fitting white blouse – businesswoman, I figured.
Her hair fell around her shoulders in a cascade of brown curls, and her full
lips were sporting a deep red shade.
    Behind her, she was
toting a small rolling suitcase as she made her way through the grand lobby of
the Excelsius , presumably on her way to the
buffet on deck three.
    Feeling perky – and
trying to suck up to Phil Langois , my manager who was
unabashedly watching nearby – I casually walked up to her and cranked up the
charm. Phil had been trying to get me to open up to the guests more, saying
that the entertainment crew needed to be the friendliest. He even had the nerve
to call me a diva.
    I needed Phil to
see that I could be a team player, no matter what it took. To hell with my
introversion – if I could do it on stage, I can do it in person.
    “Welcome aboard the Excelsius !” I cheerfully half-shouted
at the woman, smiling as broadly as I could. “Is there anything I can help you
find onboard?”
    The woman stopped,
turning an eyebrow up as she considered my question. There was a strange look
in her eyes that I couldn’t really place. “Well….Amanda,” she asked, noticing
my nametag, “You could show me where I could find the Toucan Isles Restaurant.
I’m starving.”
    I nodded
emphatically, thanking God that she’d asked an easy one. Most people asked
about things like ship-to-shore phone rates or other crap that I was clueless
about. “Well, you’re on the right track – just continue down that long hallway
there and you’ll run right-”
    “Oh, no,” she
interrupted, placing her hand on my arm to stop me. “I’m just awful listening
to instructions. I’d probably wander out into the ocean if I had to trust
myself to my sense of direction. I was…kind of hoping that you could escort me
there.”
    Though an odd
request, there was no reason why I couldn’t. I turned my head over to Phil, who
was still clearly eavesdropping, and he nodded emphatically at me. The look on
his face said that he was happy I was going above and beyond, even for
something as simple as that. It wasn’t quite that dramatic, but as long as he
and the guest were happy, I was happy.
    Nodding back at
her, I gestured in the direction of the restaurant and we started in that
direction. I was slightly taken aback when she looped her arm around my own,
but I tried not to show how awkward I felt. I had promised to escort
her, hadn’t I?
    We made small talk
along the way – her name was Eve Simmons and she was taking a short vacation to
get out of the office for a few days. She was single and hadn’t even
been on a date with anyone in about seven months. Why she was telling me this
was beyond me, but I didn’t care. I was in the same boat, after all.
    “I know how that
is,” I replied, patting her hand reassuringly as we walked. “I’ve been on this
ship for about half a year now, and my boyfriend broke up with me about three
months ago.”
    “Why?” she asked,
with another raised eyebrow.
    “I guess he got
tired of me being away for so long. We used to have sex twice a day, and I
guess the dry spell was too much for him.” It wasn’t until the words were out
of my mouth that I realized what I’d actually said. Horrified, I felt my face
turn sheet white.