Diana's Tales - Cruising Pt. 01

Disclaimer - All characters are 18 or older.

Author's note - This story was written in collaboration with Diana R.

For those familiar with other editions of Diana's Tales, then you already know what you are getting into if you proceed. This story (like all of Diana's Tales) straddles the line between reality-based fiction and the ridiculous. Racial stereotypes abound. Promiscuity and infidelity are flaunted. If any of these are triggers for you, please find another tale more suitable to your palate.

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Diana's Tales: Cruising Pt. 01

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"Welcome aboard the Pleasure Cruise, ma'am," the concierge warmly said with a bright smile as I stepped onto the ship.

I looked around in wonder. The cruise ship was, as they say, a floating city, and its immense size overwhelmed my senses. Passengers were slowly making their way onto the ship, stopping to take pictures every few feet, hopelessly trying to capture the massive scale of the vessel and its luxuries they would call home for the next week.

"Are you travelling alone?" the porter asked as he transported my bags and led me toward my room.

"Yes, it would appear that I am a single woman this week," I declared.

Truth be told, I was still steamed at my husband. We had been planning this vacation for almost a year, but he backed out at the last minute because "something" came up at work. We had already paid for the cruise, however, so I was going to be damned if I flushed the money completely down the drain, so I proceeded to take the vacation without him. I didn't know anyone else on the cruise, but I was bound and determined to live it up and make him regret not going.

I love my husband, and he provides a good life for me, but he's constantly away from home, and I have a high sex drive, so I have not always been the most faithful wife. My husband would be hurt if he knew the truth, but what he doesn't know can't hurt him, and I am always careful to protect him from my infidelities, although there have been a few close calls over the years.

Given my husband's blatant preference of work over me, however, I was especially irked. My own anger only seemed to fuel my lust, and I was a cougar on the prowl. Maybe it's my own insecurities, the last vestiges of vanity as I sought validation that men still found me desirable, but I found myself sizing up every man I passed along the way to my room, and I noticed that more than a few seemed to return my gaze.

It was an adults-only cruise, so everyone on the ship was 21 or older, although I noticed an inordinate number of seemingly college aged people as I followed the porter. I heard some of the younger people talking about how pumped they were for spring break week, and I realized that I must have coincidentally booked my cruise during college spring break.

I admit, I have a predilection for younger men. I'm 53 years old myself, but I think the heart always wants what it cannot have.

As we snaked our way through the ship's corridors, I couldn't help but notice the porter. He was a stout younger man, early 20's and of Hispanic descent, although he barely had an accent. He had a well-developed physique and firm ass that his uniform couldn't hide. I made a mental note that his name tag said Ramon.

"And here we are, ma'am," Ramon announced as we arrived at my cabin. I unlocked the door, and he placed the bags in the room.

"Will you be requiring anything else, ma'am?" he asked politely.

"No, that'll do for now," I said as I handed him a tip. "Carrying bags around this ship must keep you in shape," I said playfully.

"Thank you," he blushed. "That it does, and if there's anything I can do to make your trip more enjoyable, please just let me know," he said as he bowed.

"I'll be sure to do that," I replied with a playful wink, my mind already imagining the naughty fun I would get myself into in the coming week.

After he left, I quickly unpacked my bags and changed into a breezy short cotton dress. I looked in the mirror, even though I tend to regret doing so these days. I'm a 53-year-old woman, and even though I've worked hard to maintain my 36C-29-35 figure, it's painfully obvious I'm no longer a youthful beauty, although I'd like to believe that I've acquired some measure of elegance and grace along the way. I certainly don't feel my age, although my short auburn hair owes as much to a bottle as it does my genes these days, but with age comes wisdom, or so they say.

As I stepped out of my room, a young couple was just arriving next door. Ramon was their porter as well, and he threw me a wink as he closed the door behind them and passed by me.

"Young kids on their honeymoon," he said with a chuckle. "Too young to be tying themselves down if it's me, but to each his own," he said as he disappeared down the hall, ostensibly to help the next set of passengers.

Feeling giddy with excitement, I went to do some exploration and seeking new adventures. I marveled at the seemingly endless options for food and activities on the cruise. I try hard to watch what I eat, but the various dining areas were a glutton's paradise, and I scanned the endless array of games, shows, classes, and other activities the cruise offered.

As I made my way outside, the cool ocean breeze blew my dress up, revealing my thong underneath, although some young men got an eyeful of me and whispered about it amongst themselves afterward. I suppose I should've been embarrassed, but I've worked hard to maintain my figure, so I don't mind showing it off sometimes. Besides, I was reminded, my husband wasn't there, so he didn't know what he was missing out on, anyway. I smiled at the boys, letting them know that I had caught them checking me out, and they seemed almost taken aback by my brashness. I laughed and then continued on my way, leaving those boys to pick their jaws up off the floor.

Later, I found myself feeling hungry, so I went to one of the restaurants on board. For the first time, I felt alone since I didn't know anyone else on the boat. I figured maybe I would just order my food to go, but as I waited in the restaurant waiting area, I saw some familiar faces. The young men I accidentally flashed earlier that afternoon were standing only a few feet away.

By the look on their faces, I knew they recognized me, also, but I was feeling a little bold and frisky, so I went over and introduced myself.

"It seems we keep running into each other," I said as I approached.

I suppose they feared I would berate them for leering at me earlier, so they were initially defensive as I approached, but their body postures relaxed after they saw my outgoing demeanor.

"It does seem that way. Maybe it's fate," one of them replied. "Would you care to join us for dinner?"

I looked over the three young men standing before me. They were easy to tell apart since one appeared Hispanic, one appeared Asian, while the other was a light skinned black man. They all had nice builds and looked in shape, if not outright athletic, standing between 5'10 and 6 feet tall and weighing around 180 pounds.

"As you said, maybe it's fate. I would be delighted to join you young men," I cheerfully replied.

During dinner, I learned that they were best friends on spring break from college. Javier was the Hispanic one, and it turns out his family was from Peru, although he was born in the US. Chan was also born in the US, although he was of Korean descent, while Nigel was half black and half white.

The cruise was all inclusive, which included alcoholic drinks, and they downed several rounds of beer while I took in more than a few glasses of wine. The conversation flowed as freely as the alcohol, and it inevitably took on flirty and bawdy tones.

"So, you guys caught me in a kind of awkward moment earlier today," I said, reminding them of our initial encounter earlier that afternoon.

They all looked a little embarrassed that I broached the subject.

"It's okay," Javier finally responded. "It passed quickly, and, besides, it could happen to anyone. It wasn't as bad as you imagine," he assured me. "Besides, there's ladies out at the pool showing off more than you did there."

"Thanks, but I know no one wants to see an old lady like me exposed like that," I responded, feigning modesty.

"Oh, we - " Nigel stammered, unable, or maybe unwilling to complete his thought.

"He means, you may be a little older than us, but you're still easy on the eyes," Chan chimed in.

"A little older? I bet I'm older than your mothers," I pointed out to them.

"What are you, early 40's?" Chan guessed. "Our moms are all in their late 40's. My mom turns 50 next year."

"Don't you know it's not polite to ask a lady her age?" I gently scolded them as I realized I really was older than their mothers.

"So, what's a nice lady like yourself doing on a big cruise all by yourself?" Javier asked.

"Well, I'm married, actually." They pulled back in surprise and suddenly looked a little worried, looking around as if my husband might appear out of nowhere.

"So, where's your husband?" Nigel asked.

"He decided work was more important than play, so he left me free to play by myself."

"Oh," my three young companions replied in unison.

"He wouldn't be upset about you hanging out with us?" Chan asked.

"What exactly should he be upset about?" I replied. "Besides, he doesn't care enough to be here, and what he doesn't know can't hurt him, right, fellas?"

I immensely enjoyed having dinner with my new friends, and I decided to have some extra fun by finding small opportunities to give them clear views down my top. I leaned over the table to reach for the salt and pepper. I let the dress strap fall off my shoulder and pretended not to notice as the top of my dress pulled down to just above my areola. I caught each of them sneaking glances, enjoying an eyeful of my breasts as we continued to drink and dine.

"You're pretty cool for an older lady," Javier commented.

"Thanks, I think," I said with a laugh. "They say you're only as old as you feel. Maybe it's just wishful thinking, but at least I feel young at heart."

"You're cool by our standards. You can hang with us anytime," Chan agreed.

"Do you guys have any plans for after dinner," I asked as our meal wound down.

"We're going clubbing," Nigel offered up. "Would you want to check it out?"

Maybe it was the effects of the wine, but I was feeling plucky and decided to give it a shot.

"I'm here to try new things," I cheerfully replied, wondering if I wasn't biting off more than I could chew.

A few minutes later, we stepped into a large, darkened room. Loud pulsing music blared while strobe beams raced across and revealed slices of the room in brief glimpses.

My eyes slowly adjusted to the dim atmosphere, and I saw the floor was packed with bodies energetically bouncing in waves. It was certainly far different from any dancing I was used to, but the wine from dinner had me feeling warm and up for new challenges.

Even in the darkened environment, I was certain I was the oldest person in the room by at least 20 years. The room was teeming with college aged kids living it up on spring break.

"Care for a turn on the floor?" Chan said as he held out his hand.

"I'd be delighted," I shouted back, the loud music drowning out anything that resembled a normal talking volume.

Chan intrigued me. Truth be told, I had cheated on my husband many times, but I had never been with an Asian man. I don't judge people by their skin color, and yet, I find myself attracted to men of other races. I suppose it is the allure of the unknown.

We found a small space on the crowded floor and Chan came almost uncomfortably close to me, although I welcomed his advances. It was just foreign to any dancing I had ever done before, although my dancing skills were limited to begin with anyway.

The next thing I knew Chan was basically grinding himself into me, although he wasn't doing anything that much different from what everyone else was doing out on the floor. I decided to go with the flow as his hands started getting frisky and exploring my body.

His bulge rubbed up against me, and I could tell that he was enjoying himself. We shared a smile as I felt his hands slide down and cup my ass.

As a new song started, Chan took the opportunity to reposition himself behind me. Our bodies moved together to the beat as his hands raced across my front and explored. One hand fondled my breast while the other reached under my skirt.

I reached back and cupped his crotch, letting my hand rub against his hard cock as he gyrated his hips, grinding his crotch into me from behind.

I scanned the room, and I saw similar scenes all around as men and women were in their own little private worlds out there on the dance floor.

"You seem to be enjoying this judging by how moist your panties are," Chan whispered in my ear.

"You seem to be enjoying it, also, judging by the bulge in your pants," I answered.

We returned to Javier and Nigel after the song ended. I excused myself briefly to go to the rest room so I could remove my panties. I figured it would provide a nice surprise as I proceeded to take turns with Javier and Nigel out on the dance floor. Each one of them took the same liberties with my body as Chan had, and I enjoyed the feel of their hands all over me. It's always gratifying to know that men, especially young men, still appreciate my body.

I enjoyed seeing the look of surprise on each of their faces as they reached under my skirt and realized they had an unobstructed path to my pussy, and I loved the feel of their fingers as they rubbed against my g spot and their fingers slipped inside my moist mound.

I ended up taking several turns with each on the dance floor. By the last rounds, I was becoming shameless, letting the top of my dress drop down and exposing my breasts so they could fondle and suckle on them in the middle of the crowd.

"Older woman, my ass," Chan said after they'd all taken multiple turns with me. "I think you've worn us three out."

"I'm flattered, but I'd like to thank each of you, personally, if you guys are up for a night cap," I replied.

A few minutes later, I was back in their room as they stood in a small circle around me. Each of them was bottomless with their cocks out as I knelt on the floor and hungrily looked around, judging where to start.

"Since I've never actually tasted an Asian before, I think I'll start with Chan," I said as I took him into my mouth. My hands reached out to Javier and Nigel to jerk them off and keep them hard.

"Damn," Chan sighed softly as I started sucking like a hoover on his cock.

He was so excited; he only lasted a few minutes before he exploded in my mouth. I swallowed his load clean and then said, "I think I'll try Peruvian next," as I turned to face Javier.

Just like Chan, he only lasted a few minutes

"Tasty," I said as I savored the taste of his cum on my tongue, "but I think there's still room for dessert. I do like my sweets. I'm thinking maybe a little chocolate mixed with vanilla cream."

Nigel, who was half black, half white stepped forward. Javier and Chan sat idly by as I took on Nigel, enjoying the feel and taste of his cock in my mouth. My eyes darted to the side as I bobbed up and down on Nigel's cock while Javier and Chan appeared transfixed by the sight of their friend taking a blow job.

Nigel succumbed in short order to my cock sucking prowess, and I was rewarded with another shot of ooey gooey creamy ejaculate on my tongue.

I sat back and wiped the cum off my lips and looked over my three new, now satisfied acquaintances. "Well, this has certainly turned into an eventful evening," I remarked.

"You know, if you want to party and hang out with us anymore on this trip, you know, we're down with that," Javier offered.

"Same," Chan and Nigel agreed.

"It is much appreciated, gentleman, and I will definitely keep that in mind. I have a feeling maybe we haven't seen the last of each other on this trip. After all, it's only the first night. You gentlemen, take care," I waved as I got dressed and left to return to my cabin.

As I got back to my cabin, I heard my newlywed neighbors in the throes of passion, and it brought a smile to my face to be reminded of young love when everything is lust and passion. Then I remembered how I was returning from my own sexual adventures, and I couldn't help but feel proud that I still retained a youthful passion and enjoyed sex, as opposed to so many of my girlfriends who had seemingly grown frigid over the years. Nevertheless, between the dancing and the night cap, I was worn out but satisfied, and I was looking forward to a nice, peaceful sleep as I entered my room and retired for the night.

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I slept in the next morning, waking up to the bright morning sun coming through the cabin's window. The brightness stabbed my eyes, and I closed them again as my mind drifted back to the memory of sucking off my three new friends the night before as my hands drifted down to finger my pussy.

I was sleeping naked, and I couldn't help but imagine them double and triple teaming me. I was deep in my fantasy and furiously rubbing away at my mound when I heard a loud gasp.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," a young man black man apologetically said as he stood in my room, only a few feet away. He backed away as I pulled the covers over my body and called out to the intruder.

"Hey! Come back here this instance!" I screamed at the obvious invasion of my privacy. I had every intent to report him to the cruise authorities.

The stranger reappeared, sheepishly looking away and avoiding my punishing gaze.

"Please, I knocked on the door and announced myself, but I heard no response, so I entered the room," he apologized profusely.

"Announced yourself? Who are you? How could you even access my room? And why did you access my room?" I demanded to know, still indignant over the blatant invasion of my privacy.

"I'm the housekeeping. There was no "do not disturb", so I knocked and announced myself before entering. I guess you were, ahem... distracted or could not hear, and then, well, you know."

Then I noticed he was dressed just like Ramon, the porter who had brought my bags to my room, and I suddenly felt like a jerk. I groaned in frustration at myself as I realized he must be a cleaner, someone in charge of turning rooms around like a hotel maid. It occurred to me I never placed a "Do Not Disturb" sign on my door, so maybe he really was just doing his job.

"I'm sorry," I apologized. "I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. You really were just trying to do your job, weren't you?"

"Please don't report me, ma'am. I don't mean any trouble."

I looked at him completely differently now. No longer blinded by my anger, I saw that he was actually a nice-looking young man. He was younger, probably about the same age as all the college kids on spring break. He was beyond polite to the point of being fearfully apologetic for our misunderstanding.

"Could you please close the door behind you so that no one can see me. I'm still not dressed," I instructed him.

"Of course, ma'am," he replied, almost jumping out of his shoes to appease me.

"No, stay, please," I called out as he started to leave and close the door behind him. I wanted to apologize more properly to him. Now that I realized how badly I overreacted, I wanted him to understand that our sour encounter was entirely my fault.

"I don't know if this is appropriate," he said as he closed the door behind him.

"It's okay. I feel bad. I didn't mean to berate you for doing your job. I was completely at fault. I feel like I should make it up to you."

"Please, I mean, I'm here now. If you want, I can tidy up your room real quick and then be out of your way."