My Cabin Neighbor Taught Me What I Was Missing

I admit that after so many years with Ramón, what we had had faded away almost without our realizing it. Routine had gnawed away at our desire until nothing was left, and one day I realized I could no longer remember the last time desire had truly awakened me. It was a friend from the gym who opened my eyes: she told me there was a whole lot 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, a silicone one with an overly realistic shape, and I gave it a name: “Bruno.” With him, I learned to pleasure myself without asking anyone’s permission. With that same friend, I also had my first caress with another woman, barely a timid brush 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 vacation at sea was shaping up to be a little boring. Ramón had chosen it so we could disconnect, forget about the teenage boys and the bills, and little else. The only good thing was the couple we had as tablemates: Diego and Lucía, young and curious, with an appetite for life that I was already finding difficult to remember. We clicked from the very first dinner. They spoke openly about their desires, about what they wanted to try, and I surprised myself by listening to them with something more than simple courtesy.

Diego was attentive and well-mannered, a man in love with his wife and willing to give her everything. The previous afternoon, almost without meaning to, I had taken him to my cabin for some time alone. One of my oldest fantasies had been to seduce a young man, steal him away for a moment from a beautiful woman, and use him as I pleased. I achieved 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. Slim, with just the right curves, porcelain skin, and a mouth that was always red and that she bit whenever she was thinking. Almost twenty years separated us, but something in the way she looked at me stirred me up inside. That morning, on the nearly empty deck, she was the one who brought it up.

“You haven’t told me anything,” she said, with that mischievous little-girl expression she knew how to put on so well. “How was it with my husband? Did he live up to your expectations?”

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

“What do you mean?” I pretended not to understand.

“Don’t play dumb,” she laughed. “Diego and I tell each other everything. We came on this cruise precisely to fulfill a few fantasies. You were part of the plan.”

So she had known from the beginning.

“Then I have nothing to lose,” I admitted, and felt my shoulders relax. “I liked it. After so many years of monotony, feeling it again was like a ray of light.”

“I’m happy for you,” she replied, and she meant it. “He loved it. He came back so aroused that he made love to me for an hour. There was no way he could come, so I took advantage and had three orgasms almost back to back.”

I liked the way she talked, the naturalness with which she told me everything. Seeing her so young, with that restless tongue peeking between her teeth, I felt something I had never felt so clearly for a woman before. I had never desired another woman the way I desired Lucía at that moment.

“I’m curious,” she went on, with a hint of malice. “When Diego left, what did you do? Were you left wanting more?”

“I found a solution. I wasn’t going to stay that way. Ramón hasn’t been able to do anything about these hot spells for a long time, but I have a good friend who’s always available. His name is Bruno.”

“You’ll have to introduce me,” she said, without the slightest hint of scandal. “You never know. It’s always good to have someone you trust around.”

She had understood perfectly. And judging by the sparkle in her eyes, she seemed ready for more than a simple introduction.

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

“We have the whole morning,” she replied, taking me by the hand. “We can indulge ourselves.”

***

A few minutes later, she welcomed me into her cabin. I had stopped by mine to pick up Bruno, put him in my purse, and entered with my heart pounding against my chest. Lucía opened the door wearing a short robe tied at the waist, with a generous opening that offered glimpses of her breasts.

She fluttered around me. In an instant, she had taken off my dress, bra, and panties. I felt embarrassed, an embarrassment I hadn’t expected at my age. In a way, it was my first time with a real woman, and the only thing that gave me courage was the toy I was holding. I took it out, showed it to her, and made her understand through gestures 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 intently, 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 took it into my mouth until it made me gag. I pulled it out glistening with saliva and squeezed it between my tits, mimicking what her husband had enjoyed so much the day before.

“Diego went crazy over this,” I told her, trying to provoke her.

“I want to see you take the whole thing. It’s big—I don’t think it will all fit,” she replied incredulously.

I lay back on the bed and began rubbing the head of the toy between my lips. I was wet and glistening, and as soon as I applied a little pressure, it sank into my flesh. I pulled on the rear handle so it would go in farther with each movement.

“Let me. I want to do it myself,” she said suddenly, moving my hand aside and taking control.

I had imagined Lucía as a shy spectator, waiting for my instructions. Nothing could have been further from the truth. She settled beside me, took hold of the toy, and set about fucking me with an instinct that left me breathless. She knew how to keep the rhythm, vary the angle, and gauge the depth to reach exactly where I needed her.

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

“I’d been asleep for 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, dissolving with pleasure.

“You like it, don’t you?” she asked, slowly pulling it out. “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. Impatient and so close to orgasm, I tried to continue on my own with slow, deep movements.

When she turned around, I was stunned. Her sweet little face did not match the harness she had fastened around her hips, nor the phallus that swung defiantly in the air.

“I use it with Diego all the time,” she explained, making it sway. “I put it in him from behind and he goes crazy. Turn around. Get on all fours. You’re going to learn what it’s like to be truly fucked by another woman.”

My astonishment helped me obey. I knelt, braced my elbows on the bed, and waited.

“Keep playing with your Bruno,” she said, giving my buttock a loud smack. “I’ll take care of this tight little ass.”

She spread my buttocks and shamelessly examined my anus. I felt her gaze like a caress.

“I want to be the first to fuck you here,” she confessed impatiently. “Even before your husband. That turns me on so much.”

Her wet finger began testing the terrain, and a shudder ran through my entire body. Then her tongue traced every fold, slipped between my lips, and climbed 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.”

“Relax,” she murmured. “I’ll guide you. I’m not going to hurt you.”

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

Soon two fingers were opening me, and it felt devilishly good. I spread my own buttocks to let her in. When she felt me ready, I asked her to continue.

She placed the tip of the phallus at my entrance and pressed just enough for it to pass through. That first contact hurt. We stayed still, me holding my breath, her waiting for my signal. I pushed my hips backward, and the toy went a little farther in. The burning began to ease. I thrust several times until I felt her thighs pressed against my buttocks: it was all the way inside.

One of her hands sought my clitoris; the other gave me another smack that echoed through the cabin. Slowly, very slowly, I began to rock myself. It didn’t feel bad. Strange, but not bad at all. My last virginity had just been lost, and it had barely hurt.

Her fingers continued tormenting me from the front while she thrust into me from behind. I felt her quickened breathing on my nape, her hands digging into my hips, and then she pulled my head back to kiss 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 a raging male, and I came with a force that left me empty and trembling.

***

Slowly, I pulled away from her. I turned around, wrapped an arm around her hips, and began sucking the phallus coated in my own juices. Lucía, incredibly aroused, held my head and moved her hips carefully. Meanwhile, my fingers searched between her buttocks.

I wanted to give her everything back. I carried some of her wetness to her anus and spread it gently. The dominant woman who had possessed me so fiercely suddenly transformed into someone who wanted nothing but to surrender. She removed the harness, placed one foot on the bed, and, spread wide, showed me her wet, flushed sex.

“Come and eat me,” she whispered. “I know you’re dying to.”

She put one hand on my head and used the other to spread her lips, showing me the way to her glistening clitoris. I brought my mouth to it and began licking from bottom to top without stopping. Her legs weakened, she staggered, and fell backward onto the bed. It was my chance. I slipped between her thighs, draped one knee over my shoulder, and left her sex completely exposed to me.

With the fingers of one hand, I spread her lips to expose her clitoris. I slid the other underneath her buttock to her anus. My feast began: my tongue pressing above, my fingers playing below, carrying her own wetness from one place to another until I managed to insert the first knuckle.

“You’re killing me,” she moaned, writhing. “You’re killing me.”

I liked having her like that, beautiful and surrendered, waiting for the orgasm I was going to give her. Her tremors grew, she raised her pelvis, arched her back, seeking more friction.

“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Please, don’t stop.”

I licked and sucked, licked and sucked, while moving my finger inside her. She couldn’t hold out much longer.

“I’m coming,” she cried out of control. “I’m coming!”

A warm jet escaped her sex and splashed across my face. I pulled my mouth away only a few inches so I could watch her, so I wouldn’t miss a single one of her contractions. It was my work, and I wanted to enjoy all of it. Her hips jerked again and again until, exhausted, she pulled me back toward her.

“That was so delicious,” she said against my lips, giving me a long kiss. “So delicious.”

I smiled, satisfied. I never would have imagined that a woman so young would fuck my ass with such pleasure, or that I would enjoy eating her sex 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 shadowy corner, someone stood motionless, watching. Only Ramón had the key to my cabin, and Ramón was on the excursion with Diego. I felt a shiver run down my spine.

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