Over the top

It was summer of 1957 and I was looking forward to a reservation I made for a cruise ship that was to sail for 4 days and 3 nights. I had been saving for a long time to be able to purchase a ticket and cabin, since this was something only the richest crew could afford. I was a simple man, but I did want to have a couple of luxurious experiences…

I knew I wasn’t gonna be around humble people like me, but I was not scared. After all, we’re just adults, and we can get along with each other without fighting or being ridiculous. Or so I thought. I found myself thinking of all this while making my bag, my only trusty companion in this luxury trip over the sea. An array of rich people and wonderful treats awaited me in the ascend to heaven that was this cruise.

I went to the harbor on the stated day, and there I saw a long line of people in fancy outfits waiting to get on board the ship. I tried to bring my best clothes, but even then, I was noticeably different from my fellow vacationers. They probably didn’t have to work much to afford coming, and they have probably come before. One thing that I noticed prominently was that there were no kids whatsoever. I had thought that the cruise could be taken as a family affair of sorts.

When we got into the ship, I was delighted. The decorations, lighting and selection of entertainment was absolutely engrossing, not to mention the sheer size of the ship and how luxurious my room was, even if it was the cheapest. The hallway where my cabin was located was usually quiet, because the other richies had of course gotten more expensive rooms in the upper levels. There was, however, a room at the end of the corridor that seemed to be locked, protected by a guard, but every now and then I saw people come in and come out hours later.

I didn’t care much about it. It was probably some sort of high-rise club I couldn’t afford to go into, anyway. On the first night, I went to a ball that was being held on the main room, and there I saw a beautiful girl. Short, brunette hair and glittering gray eyes attracted me, and she noticed. She teased me with a gentle smile and careful winks, and that made me approach her. Her name was Lucy, and she had come alone.

“I have never seen you here. This place is like a escape for most of us” she said, confidently. “I’m not the kind of person who can afford coming here every other weekend, lady” I said respectfully, and she smiled. “It must be exciting for your first time” she said, with a naughty smile. We kept talking and talking, while drinking at the bar. She purchased one of the most expensive drinks, and bought one for me, which was embarrassing. I just continued to drink with her until we were drunk, and one thing led to the other and we ended up in my room, on my bed, naked. She was a bold, straightforward lady and I liked that ferocity.

I put my hand up on her boob and squeezed it while I licked her pussy all the way into it, her juices flowing out more and more with every moan. She was wet and loud, and I was horny and with a hard cock. I stood up to penetrate this beauty, and for a moment I thought how lucky I was to be fucking a rich girl in such a place. She seemed to like me.

I thrusted into her with strong trusts, and she moaned so loudly, almost yelling, with every hit of my pelvis on her pussy, which made a loud noise and splashed her juices against me when I hit her hard. After a while of fucking, I came on her tits, then we slept. The following morning we just ordered room service and ate together

“Last night was great. Do you want to hang out with me later?” She asked, her youthful voice being invigorating to me. “Of course. What’s your plan for today, lady?” I asked while finishing my breakfast. “Let’s go to a private party here in the ship. The place is close to this room. I’m sure you must have seen people around” she said, and I immediately remembered the locked, protected room that seemed to be a club entrance. “Yes” I replied.

“See you there at 8, and don’t worry I’ll get you in” she said cheerfully, then left my room. I was ecstatic to see her again, and also very curious as to what happened in that private club. I couldn’t wait for time to pass. I spent the day lounging around the boat, and I didn’t see Lucy at all in any of the public spots.

At night, I went to the club’s entrance to wait for Lucy. A lot of people came in, and they seemed to be in couples. My curiosity grew more. Was this a place just for dates? While pondering what the heck happened inside, Lucy showed up. “Let’s go” she said, then grabbed my hand and we made our way inside.

The room was dimly lit in red, with many thick velvet curtains separating the rooms. There were some noises coming from the back of the area, and some music could be heard too. While walking to the back, Lucy began to undress, and I tried to stop her. “Don’t” she said, then pulled me into a room farther down the club. Immediately, my view was clouded.

There was a large group of people, faces I could recognize from the ship, participating in a big, sweaty orgy over what seemed to be a very expensive rug. Loud moaning, squirt shoots, people deepthroating, double penetration and a faint smell of semen was all I could see, feel and smell. I was in shock, and when I turned, Lucy was already naked. She joined the orgy and called for me, then began to suck some guy’s cock. Before I could do anything, someone else came and started to fuck her in the pussy, and she didn’t mind.

I was horrified. Is this what the rich people do? And I never mattered to Lucy? I just left the club running. I went into my room to process what I had just seen, and then tried to go to sleep. The following 2 days I had left aboard the ship, I tried to spend then in my room, and go to the bar a few times. I didn’t see Lucy again, and honestly, I didn’t want to.