Woman's Choice, Rochelle

In our masculine culture, most of the erotic sex stories that we read or see, 95% of our information is about the things and actions that men need to experience from love and sex. They are about the enjoyment and satisfaction men get from the female body. Their approach, wishes, and actions are mostly selfish.

This story is about 'Women's Choices.' When females get their needs, desires, and satisfactions, as well as the pleasure that they get from good sex, their entire being is filled with vibrant delight. They are, after all, half of any sex act, and for all women to really enjoy the utmost pleasure that is possible to gain from all sex, we must give them the strongest physical and emotional experience we can. By doing this, we, as men, increase our own pleasure fivefold. We can make the art form of sex an experience that both partners will enjoy in their memories forever. But remember, when we receive the choice we have requested, the result is not always that which we had in mind.

In this story, we will follow through Rochelle's choices and fantasies through to what she, in fact, receives, whether she is satisfied at the end of the era and covers the resulting lifestyle she achieves. This story will follow the women's experiences.

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The Luxury Cruise Choice

Rochelle was a beautiful woman who had just had her 26th birthday. She had a striking figure; stood tall, at 5 foot eight inches in her socks. With her heels on, she was nearly six feet and towered over a lot of other women, showing her natural 36c boobs, and, lower down, a nicely rounded bum. When wearing a gown at an evening out or a party, she looked as if she had been poured into it. Her legs were perfection, and the heels molded her calves to a beautiful, faultless shape, especially when wearing seamed stockings.

Her specialty occupation covered organising and presenting at wine tasting soirees, and Rochelle excelled at making sales contacts, for both individual and wholesale business.

She had just celebrated the fifth anniversary of her marriage to Ashley, who had a position as an Associate Accountant with a worldwide Public Accounting Company. However, she had a very restless feeling in her bones. Also, being tied to one man through marriage unsettled her; she wanted freedom, and she had an itch to travel.

One evening, as she worked an exhibition extolling the virtues of the high-class wines on display, a well-dressed gentleman approached her. While they talked and discussed the various vintages she had on offer, he said, "I can see that you know your wines and that you are a well-educated woman. Would you be interested in a proposition I would like to offer?"

Rochelle looked him up and down. He seemed genuine enough, so she agreed. He handed her his business card and introduced himself. "I am Martin Blomfield, and could we discuss this over dinner?"

She smiled and said, "I cannot leave this stand before the Soiree closes at 8.00 pm. At which restaurant would you care to meet me?"

They decided that they would meet at the Atticus Finch at 8.30 pm.

She texted her husband, saying she had a special client, who she wanted to meet for dinner. Hubby was used to her having special meetings and simply text back 'OK,' mumbling to himself, "Another meal on my own."

When the Soiree closed, she hurried to the ladies' loo, and had a pee, brushed her hair, and retouched her makeup. She then, with excitement in her bones, rushed out to her uber and directed him to the Atticus Finch Restaurant, where Martin was waiting at an alcove table. The table was quite romantically set; a white cloth and something one rarely sees, cloth serviettes, with a candle as the centerpiece.

Rochelle found this is very romantic and thought, "I hope Martin is not trying to seduce me." She could see some of the signs, having had a tryst or two since she had been married, but when she looked at his handsome face, she did not see any lust in his eyes.

He pulled her chair out, and as she seated, he pushed it into place to make her comfortable. She could not contain herself and immediately asked, "What was the subject of your offer to me?"

"Hey, wait a minute, girl, let's get to know each other a bit first. We have only just met. Let us have a wine, your choice, and then order. I want to ask you a few questions before I make this offer."

Ordering and opening a bottle of HiHi Chardonnay, he poured two glasses, with which they toasted to a successful outcome of their discussion. The waitress picked up their order, and they settled down.

Martin introduced himself properly and giving a background to himself, and he stated that he was the HR person for Crown Shipping Ltd, who owned and operated a small luxury cruising line.

When Rochelle heard that she became very excited and full of questions, inquiring why he had asked her to have dinner with him, and what did he want from her?

Martin said, "Hang on my girl. I will get to that in a few minutes."

Just then, their meal arrived, and they started eating.

Rochelle could not contain herself and pressed on. "I am only a housewife who, part-time, offers, and sells wine to earn a bit of pocket money. I am married to a very loving husband."

Martin said, "That Rochelle, is only partly correct. You are a stunning and educated woman of, I would guess, 23-25 years old, and you may just like my offer."

She agreed that his guess at her age was correct, but she was very keyed up wondering at the offer he was alluding to. She decided to be blunt. "Let us get down to the nitty-gritty Martin; what are you offering?"

He said, "I like your direct approach, Rochelle. I am a scout for my company, seeking special people to crew on a luxury yacht."

She groaned, "Oh! No! Here it comes,"

She had been hit on by experts. She felt let down and was now depressed after the build-up. Before she thought any further, she said in a very terse voice, "Forget it, whatever you're proposing. I think that your line, to give me a few wines and dinner to get into my pants, just stinks," and she started to get up to leave the table.

Martin stood up and grabbed her arm, "Sorry, Rochelle, you have got me wrong. I am not trying to get into your knickers. I have a genuine offer for you. I will come straight to the point. Would you be interested in travel? I am impressed with your abilities and appearance. You are a stunning woman. I have an opening for one stewardess on our luxury yacht lying in Auckland at the moment. The Yacht's name is the 'Spirit of Spring,' and she is 90 metres long. Google this information if you do not believe me. I am employed to find talent to crew her. I can see from our earlier discussion, and your demeanor that you could be interested in travel and this is your opportunity. What do you think?"

Rochelle enquired, "How long have I got to make my mind up?"

Martin said, "Two days, and then I have to leave to catch up with my ship, and we are leaving."

"Where is the next port of call," asked Rochelle, "and where to after that? Also, how long is the contract term?"

Martin said, "That is always up to the owner, and we go wherever his fancy takes us. The contract, after a one week trial, will be for 12 months, renewable. So, let's sit down again and discuss the whole proposition."

They returned to their seats, and he filled her in on all the information that he had, including the fact the salary starts at US$3500.00 a month.

He continued, "Everything is found including evening wear. All clothing, shoes, and unmentionables are 'Haute Couture,' and of course, there other perks. But, like Everything in this world, there is a catch."

"What would that be?" asked Rochelle.

"Firstly, you have to look beautiful and work to the best of your ability when on board.

"The hours you work, when the owner is entertaining, are sometimes very long, including cleaning up the staterooms and tidying the used areas to perfection. Still, on the other hand, there times when the owner is not on board, there is plenty of leisure time for sightseeing and other occupations."

Rochelle looked Martin in the eye and said, "I am a married woman, and I will have to balance that against my wishes. It means I have to give up my husband of five years and all that goes with my marriage. I will provide you with my answer tomorrow evening by 8.00 pm."

With the discussion finished, they toasted to the proposed future, Martin paid for the meal, and they went their ways; him to his hotel and she to her home.

That night when she got home, she went in the front door, walked up to her hubby, and kissed him on the lips, thinking this was most likely the last kiss they would have.

She was very conflicted in her mind, but she would have to have her mind made up by tomorrow morning. When her husband asked her how the meeting and dinner went, she was so distracted she could only give him a vague reply. This made hubby very concerned, but there was nothing he could do about the problem troubling her as she would not discuss it.

Rochelle said to her husband, "Have you had anything to eat? I have had my dinner out, but I will order in fish and chips if you want them."

He said, "No, thanks, I have had a couple of sandwiches. That will do me for now. It is late. Let's go to bed."

Once in bed, he turned in to cuddle as he had done many times before, but she turned away and made a gap between their bodies.

Ashley was very puzzled, and it was quite a long time before he slipped off to sleep. However, Rochelle, having a lot on her mind, did not sleep very much at all. She was working out how to tell him she was leaving him. It had been a loving marriage up till now, so there were no faults that she could blame for her decision.

When dawn came, and she climbed out of bed early and set up breakfast, and she was sitting at their table when Ashley walked along from the bedroom, all dressed for work.

Ashley murmured, "You're up early. What is the problem?"

Rochelle, with a weak smile, said, "The problem, Ashley is, I can find no easy way to tell you this. You know that I have always wanted to travel. I have just had a proposal to be a stewardess on a luxury yacht sailing away from Auckland on Monday. I am going to take it up, and I am leaving this afternoon to meet the ship."

Ashley, wholly taken by surprise, could only partly choke. He staggered back, and angrily snarled, "What about our marriage? Have you no regard for me? We have had five years together, and you are giving it up just like that! Maybe I am better rid of you."

"Sorry, but I have made my choice, and I am running with it. I am leaving with their HR man as soon as I am packed."

She then opened her mobile phone and rang Martin in front of him, and confirmed that she would be leaving with him to go back to the ship.

Ashley, being completely gobsmacked, could only mutter "Goodbye," and walk out the door. He drove over to a friend's house.

Rochelle walked along to her bedroom and picked out the clothing that she wanted to take. She gathered up her shoes and underwear and packed them all into her travel cases. As soon as her clothing was packed, she called an Uber to take her to Martin's hotel. She left behind her car, keepsakes, and furnishings, etc. thinking to herself, she wouldn't be needing those again. She left a note for Ashley, which said, "I am leaving my bank account to you as well as all my other bits and pieces. I will not want them again. Do not try to contact me. Rochelle."

Martin was delighted to see her when she arrived at his hotel, stating, "You are right on time, as I expected. In anticipating you coming with me, I have booked an afternoon flight back to Auckland, and we will be onboard our ship, for dinner at 7.00 pm."

In the aeroplane, Martin found himself beside a very excited woman who cross-examined him on many subjects connected with working on a luxury yacht.

As soon as Martin and Rochelle were on board the Yacht, Martin introduced her to the Chief Stewardess named Alyssa, who showed her to her cabin. Then they both walked down a deck to the crew's mess.

During the meal, Rochelle asked more questions, but Alyssa said, "Whoa! Before we go any further, you will have to have an ENG1 medical early tomorrow morning, which I will arrange, as we will be sailing at 18.00 hours, and if you do not pass, you will not be coming with us."

Rochelle snippily answered, "Alyssa, I am very fit, and there is nothing wrong with me."

Alyssa retorted, "Most probably not, but if you are coming with us, you will have it. I have already waived the CV you should have submitted because Martin has vouched for you. However, you will have this medical before we go any further."

Rochelle then stated, "I am sorry, but I have not brought any money with me. I left in a hurry and have forgotten my purse."

Alyssa looked her in the eye, saying, "Don't worry, we intend to pay the cost. I can see why Martin wanted you on board as you are a stunning woman, and if all goes well, you will be an exceptional addition to our crew."

Rochelle felt very chuffed by this comment, not realizing there were other connotations, included in the sentence.

The following morning Martin knocked on her door at 7.00 am, "Come on, sleepyhead, we must have breakfast, and your appointment is for 8.30 am."

Rochelle grizzled, "Oh, hell, it's still only halfway through the night."

Martin replied, "Get used to it. You have to get out of bed as and when needed, regardless of the time of day. This is part of this crewing position."

Martin arranged for an Uber to pick them up at 8.15 am at the ship's side. The Uber whisked the couple along to the examination rooms, which were only three kilometers away from the docks. This only took about 10 minutes, getting them to Rochelle's appointment on time. The nurse assistant met them at the door and ushered them into the examination room, briskly saying to her, "Get your clothes off; the doctor will be with you in a minute."

Rochelle prickled a bit, enquiring, "Do I get undressed in this room in front of Martin?"

The nurse replied, "Of course. By law, we need a witness, employed by the owner of the Yacht, to ensure that there is no favoritism or fraud. By the way, if it weren't for the fact that the yacht owner happened to be Mr. Goldsmith, you would not have had an appointment for about two weeks."

The examining doctor gave her a very in-depth examination, taking about two hours in length, including her vagina, rectum, lungs, and heart. He also took a blood sample. He then sat at his desk and wrote out the certificate.

He stated, "I find Rochelle to be perfectly fit, and I grant her an A-rated certification. I am doing something unusual in that I do not have the results of the blood test at present, but I am writing this certificate. If anything were to come back, saying that there is something wrong with the sample, I will communicate with the Yacht immediately and cancel this certificate. Is that understood?"

Martin agreed with that statement.

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One hurdle had been crossed. Martin and Rochelle drove back to the Yacht and walked up the gangway.

Martin said, "Well, something I must say is you certainly have a beautiful body, and you will be in a lot of demand."

Rochelle enjoyed the comment regarding her body, and as she had found out, Martin had been working on luxury ships for some years and must have seen a lot of beautiful women's bodies, the rest of the comment slipped over her head.

Back at the ship, Martin handed Rochelle over to Alyssa, who then led her into her office and asked Rochelle to be seated.

Alyssa said, "Congratulations, Now, let us go over your contract."

She then picked up a sheaf of papers and handed one copy to Rochelle.

In a firm voice, she said, "I will go over the key points with you, so there are no misconceptions.

"This contract is for two years' duration. When you have signed, it is entirely legal.

"The Captain of this ship is in sovereign control of this vessel, and his word is God's word.

"I am his delegated authority in charge of the crew.

"You will be on probation for two weeks, and then you will be a fully accredited Stewardess.

"Your primary duty will be to attend all functions, to serve all people attending, and primarily the comfort and entertainment of our special guests.

"The hours, at times when you are on duty, may be extended, but you will work as and when required, and it could be seven-day shifts, but you will be compensated with time off when not needed.

"The remuneration, which I have noticed you have not enquired about, will be starting at $US3500.00 per month all found, this will increase as you gain experience. All and any tips you receive will be to your account.

"You will be on orientation duties for the first two weeks and be fully instructed in the rules and regulations applying to this vessel.

"During this time, your clothing and uniforms will be supplied to you, and we have the dressmaker on board to fit you out. We have a beauty salon on board to take care of your grooming, which shall be perfect at all times, and watch your weight. Take note that no stiletto shoes will be worn on board. You will wear supplied cork soled wedgies.

"And lastly, No Smoking on board."

Rochelle spoke up, "Alyssa?"

Alyssa looked directly at her and coldly said, "Rochelle now you are on board you address me as Ma'am. I am now your employer, and I am in charge here."

Rochelle became a bit peeved at this rebuke, but she held it in.

"Ma'am, and firstly I did not ask about the remuneration because I am doing this to see the world and am happy at the amount offered. Secondly, why should I give up my stilettos? They make my legs look great."

Alyssa did not look up but sharply replied, "Because I said so! Now, if you are ready, please sign the agreement."

Rochelle, after taking a cursory look at the contract, signed on the dotted line.

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The Chief Stewardess now excused Rochelle, so she walked back to her cabin.

It had been a long exciting day, and she thought to herself, 'I have made it this far; now, my real adventure begins.'

Martin called her up on the ship's phone system, and asked her if, as it was almost dinner time, if she would care to go with him to the crew mess, and he would introduce her to her fellow shipmates.

As she did not as yet have her uniforms, she dressed casually, meeting up with Martin on the way. He noted that Rochelle was in casual dress, so told her that in about two days, she will have her uniforms which must be worn whenever she is on board. It would be either her work one, or her dress uniform, or if she happened to be entertaining, it would be a formal gown.

He told her that she would usually dine in the crew mess, but when there were visitors on board, she may miss out on a meal, because she would be serving, and there is no time for her to eat. She could do that later. Of course, if she should be invited, she would dine with the visiting glitterati. All these situations were dependant on the occasion.

In the mess room Martin introduced her to the other four stewardesses and the four stewards, quietly explaining that the male members were also security personnel in full control of the security of the vessel.

Martin being the PR man and her mentor for the first fortnight, sat down next to her in the mess. The food was excellent and also offered dessert with tea and coffee. Rochelle enquired if this was the usual standard of food, as she was quite blown away with the quality and presentation.

Martin went on to say, "If you think this is good, wait till you see the way the formal dinners are presented when we have visitors. Of course, you, together with the other stewardesses, will be helping to set up the dining room. The chief stewardess will be giving you instruction during your induction course this week. But I assure you that your work must be perfect, especially when we have Mr. Goldsmith on board."