I decided to start writing up some adventures from my "other life." Years ago, I had worked on cruise ships, which resulted in five years of of sexual experiences with fellow crew and many guests. This is one of those experienced.

If I do continue to share, I don't plan on going in chronological order, but I thought the best story to start with would be fucking my first guest. Guests are strictly off limits to crew, but by the end of my first contract I was already tasting the forbidden fruit.

Whenever I discuss my first two contracts, I have to emphasize that ALL participants were OVER 18. That's because my first job on ships was to manage the teen entertainment centered around an exclusive 'nightclub' only for guests of the appropriate age. The guests I typically interacted with were gross teens and their parents, but parents were supposed to sign up their kids and never return.

The particular parent I hooked up with was a beautiful brown woman from New Jersey. Let's call her Divya.

It was a typical cruise and I forgot all about flirting with Divya on night two when she checked on her daughter. I must have made an impression because she returned on the last night.

"Oh, were also you dancing in the show tonight?" she asked.

It was probably a line, but it wasn't the first time a guest made that mistake. I'm a good six foot, lean and athletic, plus, at the time one of my best friends onboard was the spa trainer and he had me on a regular routine that I still use.

The space I managed was supposed to be exclusive to the age group, so most parents were kicked out indiscriminately, but I made an exception for Divya and I used my charm to correct her mistake before we had the typical 'how is your vacation going?' chat. Before she left, I made it a point to mention that I planned on being at the nightclub later, and maybe she would be too.

She was. Divya was on a 'girl's' trip and her two friends actually liked to party more than her. They found me in the nightclub chilling with my two of my boys, which worked out because everyone had a 'buddy'. Soon, I found myself on the dance floor with Divya and she immediately wanted to dance close. Security was already eyeing us so I had to ask her to back off.

"We can dance, but we can't touch," I explained. She was respectful of that and we danced like we were in a middle school dance while the other girls and guys went to have a smoke. When our group didn't return from the smoking deck, we left the nightclub, but they caught us at the door and asked where we were going.

"Pizza!" I said, as that was the post-nightclub tradition for crew.

It was fate that Divya and I were the only non-smokers. After a slice, our group left us for another smoke break. I suggested that Divya and I take a walk and led the way back to my 'club', which I knew had already been cleaned by housekeeping and, fortunately, was a rare space without cameras. Only the safety lights were on and we sat on the biggest couch that just happened to be in a dark corner.

"I feel like a bad person," Divya said. "I'm married."

My thumb caressed her cheek and I reassured her. "No, you're not. You're allowed to have fun." I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers.

Divya must have been nearly twice my age but no more than 5'6". She had long dark hair and a sweet face. Her 'mom-bod' curves were perfect, D cup hangers with dark nipples and an ass you could sink your fingers into, but she was still small enough that I could toss her around.

I was already rock hard by the time our clothes were off. She kneeled next to me on the long couch and sucked me while I played with her ass cheeks and fingered her pussy. Her mound was neatly styled, a pleasant surprise, and I went down on her for a while as she laid back on the couch with one leg over my shoulder and the other spread with her toes pressed into the carpet.

When she was ready, I reached for the condom I kept in my suit jacket pocket and rolled it on while she stayed in her position. I entered her and kept a steady pace while spreading her legs, throwing them over my shoulders and fondling her bouncing breasts.

We switched positions with me sitting up in the couch and her on top. Those birthing hips could move! She really got into riding me while I sucked on her nipples and gripped the meat of her ass. When I felt her cum I hugged her body against mine and lifted her as I stood up.

She squeaked with surprise and wrapped her legs around my hips as I lifted her up and down my erection. I fucking love that move and her ass clapping against my thighs echoed in the little junior nightclub. By this point I was close to cumming myself. My lizard brain took over and I lifted her off my hardon, sat her in the couch, and pulled the rubber off. I stood in front of her and cranked my tip as I squirted a healthy load all over those gorgeous breasts.

"Sorry, I should have warned you," I said.

She laughed, "It's OK, but, erm."

I walked behind the bar and grabbed a handful of scratchy, brown paper towels you find in restrooms. I sat next to her and cleaned off her breasts as we talked.

"So, did you enjoy the last night of your vacation?" I asked.

She nodded, "Better than expected."