Ahh, she leaned back and filled her palm with some lotion for her legs. Yep, that pool deck had seen some serious action this trip. Two girls and a guy were just finishing up, the surrounding tables full of happy observers. She’d bet those girls had seen lesbian action before, judging by their moves. Well, whatever made them happy. It wasn’t for her, definitely. But guys sure enjoyed watching it, and the dude out there who’d become the filling in their sandwich wasn’t complaining.
Another handful of sunscreen, and she was ready to tackle her torso. Would be nice if one of those golf-playing studs inside came out to help her. No, better for them to bond over their game. The closer they got, the happier she’d be.
Onscreen, the trio finished up and a couple of guys who’d been at a nearby table moved onto the deck area. When they started making out, her pulse quickened. Oh, yeah. Funny how many of the men in that Lido audience hurried away when they saw the next show wasn’t strictly hetero, or girl-on-girl. Men got so freaked out by watching other guys together. Even Britt didn’t usually stick around to watch the male fantasies play out, though he had a time or two. And to be fair, she’d never really told him how much she enjoyed them.
These guys at the Lido pool were newbies–if they had any homo experience, it wasn’t with each other. She could tell by the tentative way they touched each other, brushing fingers down chests, over abs. Shy about the groin, but obviously aching to go there. Ah, God. Damn hot. She leaned back in the chair for the show. The one guy had finally worked up courage to reach his hand inside the other’s swim trunks, and the other hunched over, in hot pleasure-agony…
She woke to the sound of somebody’s sneeze. A little dazed, she shielded her eyes with her hand, squinted and looked around.
“Aw, shit. Sorry.” David stopped, halfway between her and the pool. “I didn’t want to wake you up.” He had on his little swimsuit. Must’ve been planning a workout.
“No problem.” God, how long had she been sleeping?
He’d stopped near her chair, and was staring at the TV screen. “Is that live?”
“Yes. We’ve got a live feed here and into the security room. For, uh…monitoring.” An older couple were performing where the guys she’d watched had been. Hard to say if anybody else had been there between.
David nodded and cocked his head to the side, watching.
“All golfed out? What’s Britt up to?” she asked.
He turned away from the TV and made eye contact. Man, those blue eyes of his! “He fell asleep. We were watching real golf.”
“Good God. I’m sorry. Probably not what you wanted to do on a cruise.” Especially a sex cruise. “We must seem pretty boring.” They just never got much downtime, and it was nice to relax.
“It’s all good. I don’t get to just chillax much. Ya know?”
Yeah, she knew, all right.
Not that she was very chillaxed right now, with him staring at her chest. And definitely not bored. In fact, her nipples had to be telling him she was very excited.
“Can I ask you something?” she blurted. “Well, I mean, that’s the dumbest question ever, because obviously asking you that is already asking something. But anyway…”
He grinned and seemed to be looking at her mouth now, more than her chest. “Ask away.” Was he erect? Or were those swim shorts just tight?
“Um.” She’d enjoyed the hell out of his last erection. What had she been about to ask? “Oh. What did Britt say to you?”
“He said he’d be out later, but if we wanted, to go on and have a go.”
Huh? “What the… No, I mean, what did he say to get you to come back?”
“Oh, that. He tracked me down at the bar. Came to tell me, ‘You left your shoes again. And if you care to have them back, you’ll have to come fetch them yourself.’”
“Nice British accent you do.” She chuckled.
He grinned and rubbed the back of his neck.
“And?” she prompted.
“It was my last pair of shoes.” He winked. “So I followed him back this way. And when we got to the elevator, he said, ‘You know, it might be easier to get your other stuff from your room and bring it to ours, than to haul all those shoes back to yours.’ So I agreed and we brought my stuff here.”
Just like that. No communication whatsoever. Men. What the hell was she doing with a second one? Well, somebody had better initiate a conversation and get things cleared up. She patted the chaise and tilted her head. “Sit.”
When he did, he faced her and sat closer than she’d expected, but what the hell. They weren’t exactly strangers. She could smell his cologne, could feel his warm weight against her bare feet, curled close to her butt. Her knee rested against his elbow…wow. Lots of body contact. Was it hot out, or had she already gotten bothered?