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 experiences, but if you'd like to catch up on my previous posts, check here.

This is also a submission for this month's contest, and so it is my most embarrassing sexual experience, featuring a cruise guest who I visited out in the real world. I'll call her Bobbi.

With Bobbi, I learned that bodily functions couldn't always be controlled while in the throws of passion.

At the time, I was managing the comedy club onboard a ship with a Mediterranean itinerary. Bobbi was cruising with her roommate from college, Abby, and for some reason they came to every comedy show. On the first night of shows, they migrated to the bar, instead of using the proper exits, to hang out where the comedians, techs, and myself would loiter after the guests left the lounge.

The three of us hit it off. Bobbi was also a professional in the tourism industry, hotels to be specific, so we found a lot to talk about. Bobbi was the better looking of the two, short and athletic. She made a point to mention how she did a lot of hot yoga, and it paid off with firm glutes, and cut arms and legs. She also had long brown hair with blonde highlights and a sweet, pretty face.

Abby was shy in comparison. She was curvy, if not a little chunky, but had attractive features framed by long, dark hair. She did something in IT, I don't really remember, but she was kind of following Bobbi's lead. Still, I was friendly and flirty with both of them and gave them the nickname, "Tag Team."

The next night, Tag Team had front row seats to the last show of the night. As soon as I took the stage I pointed them out. "Tag Team, back again!"

Once again, they stayed behind and visited the bar. Since it was a sea day the next day, we all planned on partying until late. We went to the nightclub and I got into a dance-off with Bobbi when we both knew some choreography from a pop-song music video. The chemistry was there with Bobbi and I made my move, inviting her to leave the nightclub. Of course, Abby was within earshot at all times, so she tagged along.

I walked them to a barely used open deck at the front of the ship. It had a great view of the night sky and it typically caused the desired affect when I wanted to romance a guest. I had my back to the railing, right between Bobbi and Abby as they looked at the stars. My arms were around them and I pet their hips as I asked them silly questions that were progressively more provocative.

"Who is the messier roommate?"

"Which is the naughty one?"

"Who is the better kisser?"

This question piqued Abby's interest and I suggested we have a contest. At this point Bobbi could see where I was going and took a step back. She wasn't down, but politely suggested we go back to the nightclub. If I was principled, I would have let her go and stayed with Abby, but Bobbi was the hot one, so the three of us went back to dance. While I was getting drinks, Bobbi took Abby aside and claimed me. That night, I went to Bobbi's cabin and fucked her good while Abby sat in the hallway and waited.

For the rest of that cruise, I spent a lot of time with Bobbie and Abby. In Naples, we took the ferry to Capri. In the next port, we hopped on the train to Rome to see the colosseum. I even took those embarrassing pictures for them at the leaning tower of Pisa. Each night, they watched me intro the comedy shows. That cruise we even had an improv night, which they participated in. Then, we would drink and dance until Bobbi and I went to fuck in her cabin while Abby fucked off somewhere to watch movies on her iPad.

Bobbi and I had great sexual chemistry too. She liked fairly rough sex in multiple positions and that hot yoga made her quite flexible. Legs back, doggy, stand and carry, and 69. She let me spank her, light choking, and dirty talk. She did have a rule where I couldn't pull the hair on the back of her head, which was only because she had a weave in for the cruise. Instead, she let me pull the hair right on top.

One night I joked that Bobbi should, "Tag Abby in."

"If you fuck her, I will end you," was her reply. So, there was no three-way play, but by the end of the cruise, my balls were drained and I was a happy man.

When the ship reached Barcelona, Bobbi and Abby debarked but I stayed in touch with Bobbi over the next month. I had a week-long break scheduled before I was to come back to the same ship for a Transatlantic repositioning to the States. We made plans for me to spend a four night long-weekend with her during that break.

She was the first guest I ever met in the real world, and I wasn't sure it would go well. The cruise before flying home I started to get sick, cold and flu type stuff. Luckily, my flight was a red-eye and the ship had an overnight in Venice. Of course, I went out drinking, walked back to the ship for a quick shower and my luggage, and met my taxi to the airport. When my ass hit that economy class seat, I was knocked out and it's the only time I slept through an entire twelve hour flight. I was feeling pretty good when the plane landed and the next day I took another flight to Bobbi's city.

She was happy to see me and apparently wanted the party to start right away. We went directly to a bar she really liked for drinks. When we settled down at her apartment I fell asleep as soon as we put on a movie. Between just getting healthy and jet lag, night one was a bust.

I made up for it over the next two nights. We picked up just where we left off sexually. Hard, rough sex in hot yoga positions. Ankles to her ears; face down, ass up; carried her all over her bedroom; and 69 not only laying down but also standing in front of her bedroom window. Of course, I spanked her, choked her, and talked dirty, but now, I could also pull any strand of hair on her head when I railed her.

During the days we did all the touristy stuff, walked the city, ate good food, visited breweries, and toured an MLB stadium. I met her friends and talking to her was easy. Abby even checked in with a video call!

We really did vibe and I didn't feel like I had to 'perform' for her when we were hanging out. By our last day together we were even doing romantic things like holding hands, snuggling, and kissing on each other in public. We came upon our last night together and it would be a night neither of us would soon forget.

The sex was hot! She gave her body to me and I took it with deep penetration. Slow and aggressive. Instead of our usual creative positions, we embraced each other in the middle of her bed with me on top and her legs tightly wrapped around me. My hard cock filled her pussy as we grinded into each other. One of my arms was under her as I pulled her hair while the other hand gripped her ass. Her hands clawed the span and breadth of my backside as we moaned into each other's mouths. I felt her canal shiver in a prolonged spasm around my shaft. Our faces were red and sweaty by the time I was ready to cum and reward her for being my 'good girl.'

That's when my ass betrayed me!

Just as I felt the uncontrollable urge for release, a massive fart ripped from my ass. I tried to push past it, hoping Bobbi somehow didn't hear. I thrust again and my cheeks vibrated with another intense round of violent flatulence that echoed off the bedroom walls.

Bobbi cackled with unbridled laughter that ejected my limp cock from her depths. I didn't even cum!

Now, I'm certain, dear reader, that you won't believe me, but when Bobbi's laughter subsided she consoled me by saying, "At least it doesn't smell."

It was truly an inopportune time for a benign air bubble to release itself without warning, and despite my partner being a 'good sport' about the situation, the moment was ruined. After a restless sleep, Bobbi dropped me off at the airport before she headed to work.

We only briefly stayed in touch after that. I know she told all her friends about the 'incident,' and to them, I'm probably still referred to as 'Fart Guy,' or something.

In some ways it was a blessing in disguise. Despite there being both physical and intellectual attraction between Bobbi and me, we would have been facing a long-distance situation if we tried to make it work. She also knew I was a total slut and if I'm being honest, I just wasn't 'relationship material' at the time. We only kept in touch for a short while after my visit, but I do know two things: she is now happily married; and I've developed a heightened sense of my ass during intimate moments.