He stood and put his champagne on the table, offering his hand to her. She took it and he pulled her to her feet, in doing so taking her own glass from her and setting it beside his on the small cocktail table. He led her towards the piano until they were only a few scant feet from the black beast.
Then he held her and they began to dance. Somehow he always knew how to take something immensely special and make it even more so. As if the cruise and his heart were not enough, to create ad hoc such a special moment as having the piano player play their song just for them was a stroke of genius in taking advantage of an empty bar. But still, it made her heart melt all over again.
She closed out everything but the sound of the divine music, her emotions, and the touch and feel of her beloved. Together they swayed, becoming almost completely one, and she had high doubts that they would be permitted to become physically one here, even given the lack of people around.
She perhaps had never felt so loved as she did at this very moment. Things like this touched her much more than even the hottest sex, though she obviously enjoyed that probably a bit too much anyway. She let herself be enveloped by him, letting his arms become her world.
They swayed together more than danced, though this passed for dancing in their world. As they moved in perfect syncopation, she could feel herself getting aroused. She could feel the swelling in her breasts, the slight tough of dampness returning to her sex, and the slight shortness of breath which all presaged her attraction to this most divine of men.
She laid her head on Andy's shoulder, and could almost taste the slight hint of salt from the sweat dried on his neck from their rendezvous on the deck earlier. He smelled like her dream man and as she savored the musky masculine scent she could feel her arousal building still further in a nice and highly enjoyable gradual progression.
Suddenly the ship shuddered slightly from what must have been a rogue Atlantic roller, or at least that was Ann's guess from her perspective. Andy had felt it as well, and he instinctively grabbed Ann to steady her. With the added closeness, Ann could felt her breasts still further and could feel her engorged nipples press tightly against her bra.
As they were so close now, Ann could almost feel each of Andy's muscles contract and relaxed as they continued to dance along with their evidently private pianist. It was almost as if they were dancing naked, which was an insanely interesting and erotic visual.
Almost as soon as the visual popped into her head of the two of them dancing naked together-with their own private pianist no less-Ann suddenly felt her sex let loose with an almost completely unexpected orgasm. Her knees got weak and she shook against Andy's hard body, just as the song climaxed as well (given the length, this must be an extended version?).
She fell into him, and as she hoped they always would be, his arms took her weight and he held her close. Knowing what had happened, he guided her back to the table and their champagne, which the staff had helpfully chilled.
“Are you okay,” Andy asked, concern crossing his face as he saw the tears trickle down his wife’s face.
“Yes,” she whispered, taking a sip of her champagne just to serve to wet her throat. “It is all just so overwhelming. I am riding waves of emotion that I have simply never thought possible before.”
He smiled and held her hand, letting her compose herself in her own good time. They listened to a few more songs before the pianist finished his set and took his leave. Both Ann and Andy went up and thanked him personally for the special touch he had added to their honeymoon vacation. It was a moment neither would soon forget.
They finished their drinks and with a hefty tip left the little piano bar arm in arm.
“How about this time you let me lead the way,” Ann said as she took the lead and almost drug Andy along.
She led him up to the sports bar in the upper rear of the ship. As she’d expected it was pretty crowded with folks gathered to watch the second half of Monday Night Football, which was just getting underway.
Andy had given her a memorable moment with the Righteous Brothers, and she wanted to return the favor. She knew it was killing him not to see his favorite team, the Cowboys play. Incidentally they were playing tonight, but yet to his credit Andy hadn’t said a word about it.
She got them a pretty good high-top table where he could get his gridiron God fix.
“You do not need to do this,” he said, giving her a kiss after he spoke, “I can totally miss the game. Being with you is so much more important to me right now.”
“Well,” she said as she motioned for the barkeep to grab them a pair of beers, “I wasn’t planning on going anywhere. And giving what you need makes me happy. More than you will ever know.”
The beers-actually the barkeep had brought a bucket over-arrived and Ann took out two and handed one to Andy after twisting off the cap.
“Here is to us,” Ann said, clinking the longneck of her bottle against Andy’s.
“No,” he said with one eye cocked to the side to watch Tony Romo fumble yet another snap from center, “Here is to you.” Their bottle clinked again and both took a healthy swig.
“You know,” she said, continuing, “This is more our style. As much as I adore and enjoy the fancy dinners, the private concerts with champagne service, this is what I love most. I like just hanging out relaxing with you with a few beers.”
“If I had known that a few months ago,” he said with a devilish gleam in his eye, “I could have saved a ton of money and just gotten us a room at the Motel 6 by the nearest Hooters.”
“Oh no,” she replied, now almost choking on her beer in her mirth, “That would most definitely not been in order. This is a trip we’ll never forget.” She took another pull from her bottle. “Plus the sex is way hotter aboard a ship I’ve learned.”
“And tomorrow is that private island,” he said. “Gives me more than a few ideas.”
She let him focus on the game, for which she only had a slight interest. Instead she let her mind wander to tomorrow’s visit to the island and the rest of their trip. Then back to their home and checking out their wedding larder.
It was hard not to get carried away with all of the excitement of this new life together with all of the fun benchmarks and other important events she and Andy would be sharing together. She tried to restrain herself and keep her focus but after a few minutes of frustration she decided it was okay to let loose.
The path of a newlywed on the start of a great adventure with her new husband was a path that she didn’t plan on treading down again. It was fine for her to get crazy and enjoy herself without worrying about the consequences for now.
She replaced her empty bottle in the bucket and grabbed another, enjoying the crisp sound as she twisted the cap off. She grabbed another and passed it over to Andy.
“Let’s enjoy tonight,” she said, “And tomorrow in the morning.”
He smiled and kissed her, leaving a faint taste of cool beer. She squeezed his leg and smiled.
Sometimes heaven is easy to achieve.
Mercy Fuck
by Bernice Jacobs
Mercy spent countless hours combing her tangled hair. She didn't do it because she enjoyed it, she felt like she needed to, like a surgeon sewing a cut, or a dermatologist erasing a scar.
For Mercy, maintaining her appearance was a societal requirement for a woman, especially for young professional women like herself. Despite this, she reluctantly carried out the process of beautifying herself with a sense of duty over any feeling of delight, like a prison guard carrying out an execution.
No matter how nice her newly applied gelled manicured nails looked, Mercy equated her life to that of a prisoners'. She felt like a slave to all the ridiculous demands burdening her delicate shoulders and tiring her well moisturized hands.