My Stateroom Neighbor Showed Me What I Was Missing

I admit that after so many years with Ramón, ours had almost gone out without us even noticing. Routine had gnawed away at desire until there was nothing left, and one day I realized I couldn’t remember the last time lust had truly woken me up. It was a friend from the gym who opened my eyes: she told me there was plenty of life beyond my marital bed, and that I still had time to discover it.

That was how I began exploring on my own. I bought my first toy almost out of curiosity, one made of silicone in a far too realistic shape, and gave it a name: “Bruno.” With it, I learned how to give myself pleasure without asking anyone’s permission. That same friend also gave me my first caress from another woman, just a shy brush of skin that left me thinking about it for weeks. It never happened again, but it opened a door I no longer knew how to close.

The holiday at sea sounded a little boring. Ramón had chosen it to disconnect, to forget about the teenage boys and the bills, and little else. The only good thing was the couple who ended up as our dining companions: Diego and Lucía, young, curious, with that hunger to devour life that I was already struggling to remember. From the first dinner, we clicked. They spoke bluntly about their desires, about what they wanted to try, and I found myself listening to them with something more than simple courtesy.

Diego was attentive and polite, a man in love with his wife and willing to give her everything. The afternoon before, almost without meaning to, I had taken him to my stateroom for a little while alone. One of my oldest fantasies was to seduce a young man, snatch him away from a beautiful woman for a moment and use him however I pleased. I did it. He left happy, and I was left with the satisfaction of knowing I was still desirable.

Lucía, on the other hand, was a different matter. Slender, with just the right curves, porcelain skin and a mouth that was always red, bitten when she was thinking. Nearly twenty years separated us, but something in the way she looked at me stirred me deep inside. That morning, on the nearly empty deck, she was the one who brought it up.

—You haven’t told me anything —she said, wearing that mischievous little-girl expression she knew so well how to make—. How was it with my husband? Did he meet your expectations?

She caught me off guard. I didn’t know whether to answer, or how to justify what had happened in my stateroom.

—What do you mean? —I played dumb.

—Don’t play stupid —she laughed—. Diego and I tell each other everything. We came on this cruise precisely to fulfill some fantasies. Yours was part of the plan.

So she’d known from the beginning.

—Then I have nothing to lose —I admitted, feeling my shoulders loosen—. I liked it. After so many years of monotony, feeling that again was like a flash of light.

—I’m happy for you —she replied, and she meant it—. He loved it. He came back so turned on that he made love to me for an hour. There was no way he was going to come, so I took advantage and had three orgasms almost in a row.

I liked the way she spoke, the casualness with which she said everything. Seeing her so young, with that restless tongue peeking between her teeth, I felt something I had never felt for a woman so clearly. I had never wanted another woman the way I wanted Lucía at that moment.

—I’m curious —she went on, with a hint of mischief—. When Diego left, what did you do? Did you stay frustrated?

—I found a solution. I wasn’t going to leave things like that. With Ramón, these hot flashes haven’t gotten a response for a long time, but I have a good friend who’s always available. His name is Bruno.

—You’d have to introduce me to him —she said, and she wasn’t scandalized in the least—. You never know. It’s always good to have someone you can trust.

She understood perfectly. And from the gleam in her eyes, she seemed ready for more than just an introduction.

—If you want, this morning our partners are on the fishing excursion and your dance class doesn’t start until later. We have the stateroom to ourselves —I offered, trying not to let my nervous laughter escape.

—We have the whole morning —she replied, and took my hand—. We can treat ourselves.

***

A few minutes later, she welcomed me into her stateroom. I had gone back to mine to pick up Bruno, tucked him into my bag, and walked in with my heart pounding against my chest. Lucía opened the door wearing a short robe tied at the waist, with a generous opening that let her breasts show through.

She fluttered around me. In an instant she had taken off my dress, my bra, and my panties. I felt shy, a shyness I hadn’t expected at my age. In a sense, it was my first time with a real woman, and the only thing giving me courage was the toy I held in my hand. I took it out, showed it to her, and with gestures made her understand that we were going to share it.

I ran it over my face, let it slide across my lips, opened my mouth and caught the tip. I gave it a slow blowjob, as if it were real. Lucía watched me closely, opened her robe and squeezed one breast while her other hand slipped beneath the fabric.

—I want to see how you do it —she asked, fascinated.

I spat on the tip and pushed it into my mouth until I gagged. I pulled it out shining with saliva and pressed it between my tits, mimicking what had pleased her husband so much the day before.

—Diego went crazy for this —I told her, just to provoke her.

—I want to see how you take it all the way in. It’s big, I don’t think it’ll all fit —she replied, incredulous.

I lay back on the bed and started rubbing the head of the toy between my lips. I was wet, shining, and as soon as I pressed a little it sank into my flesh. I pulled on the back handle so it would go in deeper with every movement.

—Let me. I want to do it —she said suddenly, pushing my hand away and taking over.

I had imagined Lucía as a shy spectator, waiting for my instructions. None of that. She settled beside me, grabbed the toy and set about fucking me with an instinct that left me breathless. She knew how to keep the rhythm, vary the angle, judge the depth to reach exactly where I needed it.

—You’re so wet —she whispered, looking me in the eyes—. I love seeing your lips cling to this.

—I’d been asleep for far too long —I panted, opening my legs wider—. I needed someone like you to wake me up.

I wanted to feel full, and her eyes shone as she handled it like an expert. I squeezed my breasts, pinched my nipples and moved my hips, melting with pleasure.

—You like it, don’t you? —she asked, pulling it out slowly—. Say it. Ask me for more.

But then she left me halfway there. She stood up, went to the wardrobe and rummaged through a fabric toiletry bag. I grew impatient, so close to orgasm, and tried to continue on my own with slow, deep movements.

When she turned around, I was stunned. Her sweet little face didn’t match the harness she had strapped around her hips, or the phallus swaying defiantly in the air.

—I use it on Diego often —she explained, making it sway—. I stick it in him from behind and he goes crazy. Turn around. Get on all fours. You’re about to find out what it’s like to be fucked properly by another woman.

The shock helped me obey. I knelt down, rested my elbows on the bed and waited.

—Keep playing with your Bruno —she said, giving my ass a sharp slap—. I’ll take care of this tight little hole.

She spread my cheeks and stared brazenly at my asshole. I felt her gaze like a caress.

—I want to be the first to fuck you here —she confessed, impatient—. Before your husband even. That really turns me on.

Her wet finger began to probe the territory, and a shiver ran through me. Then her tongue traced every fold, slipped between my lips and climbed up to where no one had ever reached before. It was something I had never experienced.

—Slowly —I moaned when I felt the pressure of a finger—. It’s my first time there. I’m scared.

—Easy —she murmured—. I’ve got you. I’m not going to hurt you.

She pulled out a tube of lubricant. The cold gel made me jolt, but her fingers spread it patiently, circle by circle, until one slid inside. I closed my eyes. It didn’t hurt. It was an odd sensation, uncomfortable at first and yet more and more pleasurable. Lucía pushed and withdrew with exquisite slowness, giving me time to adjust.

Soon there were two fingers opening me, and it felt damn good. I spread my cheeks myself to let her in. When she felt I was ready, I asked her to keep going.

She set the tip of the phallus at the entrance and pressed just enough for it to pass. That first contact hurt. We stayed still, I holding my breath, she waiting for my signal. I pushed my hips back and the toy went in a little farther. The burn started to ease. I thrust several times until I felt her thighs against my ass: it was all inside.

One of her hands sought my clit; the other delivered another slap that echoed through the stateroom. Slowly, very slowly, I began to rock. It didn’t feel bad. Strange, but not bad at all. My last virginity had just been taken, and it had hardly hurt.

Her fingers kept tormenting me from the front while she drove into me from behind. I felt her quickened breathing at my nape, her hands digging into my hips, and suddenly she yanked my head back and kissed me with such hunger that I felt her tongue deep in my mouth. It was nothing like what I had imagined: Lucía fucked me like an enraged male, and I came with such force it left me empty and trembling.

***

Slowly I pulled away from her. I turned around, circled her hips with my arm and began to suck the phallus coated with my own juices. Lucía, wildly aroused, held my head and moved her hips carefully. Meanwhile, my fingers searched between her buttocks.

I wanted to give her back everything. I took some of her wetness to her ass and smeared it gently. The dominant woman who had taken me with such fury suddenly turned into someone who only wanted to surrender. She took off the harness, planted one foot on the bed and, spread wide open, showed me her wet, pink sex.

—Come and eat me —she whispered—. I know you’re dying to do it.

She put one hand on my head and, with the other, spread her lips apart, guiding me to her shining clit. I brought my mouth close and started licking from bottom to top, without stopping. Her legs gave way, she wobbled, and fell back onto the bed. It was my chance. I slipped between her thighs, hooked one knee over my shoulder and left her sex completely exposed for me.

With the fingers of one hand I spread her lips apart to leave her clit uncovered. With the other I slid under her ass to her anus. My feast began: tongue pressing up top, fingers playing below, taking her own wetness from one place to another until I managed to slip in the first knuckle.

—You’re killing me —she moaned, writhing—. You’re killing me.

I loved having her like that, beautiful and surrendered, waiting for the orgasm I was going to give her. Her tremors grew, her pelvis lifted, her back arched looking for more friction.

—Don’t stop —she begged—. Please, don’t stop.

I licked and sucked, licked and sucked, while I moved my finger inside her. She couldn’t last much longer.

—I’m coming —she shouted, out of control—. I’m coming!

A warm стру—no, a warm stream escaped from her sex and splashed my face. I pulled my mouth back just a few centimeters to watch her, so I wouldn’t miss a single one of her contractions. I had made this happen and I wanted to enjoy every bit of it. Her hips shook again and again until, exhausted, she pulled me back against her.

—That felt so good —she said against my lips, giving me a long kiss—. So good.

I smiled, satisfied. I would never have imagined that such a young woman would fuck my ass with so much pleasure, or that I would enjoy eating her cunt so much. I lay down beside her and we crossed our arms over our bodies, sweaty and conspiratorial.

It was then, as the tide of sensations began to recede, that I discovered we were not alone. In the darkness of the corner, someone was standing still, watching. Only Ramón had the key to my stateroom, and Ramón was on the excursion with Diego. A shiver ran down my spine.

Who had been watching us all this time, in silence?