A Night to remember 

Sven groaned, his head felt terrible and as if to confirm it, the damn
floor was moving!

Pausing only to call briefly to his Irish half-brothers, Hughie &
Rolfe, Sven just made it to the bathroom, before making a call on the
big white phone.   Sometime later, feeling a little less fragile Sven
realised the floor was still moving and understood that they were all
at sea, literally.

Why oh why had he let himself be talked into coming on this damn
cruise.  He hated large boats, and floors that heaved.  The very
thought of the last word in his train of thought made him queasy
again, so he stood up and made his way to the porthole.  At least he
had an Œoutsideš cabin, and it was high enough above the water line
to enable him to open the port.  Some twists of the brass fittings
later and the glass swung open.  The sea breeze made him feel better,
quite quickly.

He glanced at his watch, it was now late afternoon.  It would soon be
close to Dinner, God he had missed most of the day!  Ah well there was
plenty of time left and there had been others far worse for wear than
him.

It was at this point there was a knock on the door.  Sven pulled a
light bath robe on and opened the door.  A quite young, but very
pretty girl in a skirt and blazer stood waiting.  Sven vaguely
remembered that she had been part of the welcoming party the day
before. The badge pinned on her  left bosom proclaimed the name Julia.

Sven grinned and said, "OK - I know your left onešs called Julia, what
do you call the other one." Old but usually an ice breaker.  God donšt
mention bloody Ice, the thought of the Titanic was not what was wanted
just at present.

Julia looked slightly blank and then giggled "Oh....  Yes, well!"
Then she just blushed.

Sven though to himself, that that was just what a cruise of erotic
writers needed - a self-conscious prude.  Jeez

"Julia," he said, "Are you going to stand there all day or would you
like to come in."

The girl glanced both ways down the corridor, muttered something about
not supposed to being allowed in guests cabins, but then stepped
inside anyway.

"Now," Sven said, "to what do I owe this unexpected pleasure."  In
fact Sven, feeling a little shy of the assembled throng had decided
when he first saw the young cruise director, that he would see if she
was 'game' to join in some of the frolics.  He had not expected her to
come to him, on a plate, as it were.  He would have to be gentle.

"Well, Mr Elder," Julia began and stopped startled as Sven reached
forward and put a single finger on her lips.

"Wait," said Sven, "You know these are pen-names, don't you?" And
observing her slightly blank look, went on, "Ahh, I think maybe you
need an explanation, you haven't worked out what this is about, have
you?"

Julia shook her head and Sven went on, "I'm going to have a drink,
would you like one?"  Without waiting for an answer, Sven picked up a
couple of tooth-glasses and with the bottle of Bushmills in the other
hand, removed the top deftly with his teeth. He spat it at the table
and pouring a generous couple of measures handed one to the attractive
young lady.

"Right what do you know?"

Julia sipped at the raw spirit, coughed, gasped sat on one of the
cabin chairs, then took another gentler sip.  "Gosh that's rather
nice, but very strong," she said.  Then looking up at Sven she
continued, "Well ValuShip advertised for an 'attractive Cruise
Director' for a special voyage and I thought I would give it a go."
Then yesterday when you all came aboard with all the odd names and
everything I began to wonder what was going on.  Last Night the crew
didn't get much sleep, with  the noise and parties going on.  Even
with ValuShips reputation for a free and easy on-board lifestyle, it
did seem a little, well, excessive!"

Sven laughed and replied, "You realise who we are?"

Julia responded, "Well I understand you are all writers, but I've
never seen any of your names on shelves in libraries or book shops."
She looked puzzled.

Sven sat down in the chair opposite Julia, she really was nicely
built, great legs that went all the way to the top, or bottom,
depending on your point of view.  "Well yes, we are writers, but we
don't publish our work in the normal sense, have you ever heard of the
Internet, Usenet and Newsgroups?"

Julia replied that she had.  "OK then," and Sven went on to tell Julia
the what and wherefore of what the motley assembled bunch all had in
common.  Julia blushed a little from time to time, but Sven tried to
keep it on a relatively polite level.  At one point Julia laughed
loudly and said, "I'm not a complete innocent you know."  Sven thought
that things might improve later after dinner.

Julia looked at their empty glasses, "Can I have another please?" And
before Sven could answer she got up to get the bottle.  Before she
picked it up, she asked, "Do you mind if I take my jacket off?" And
then took it off anyway.  She picked up the bottle and turned round
and Sven was able to take in her rather nice, neat figure as she came
to attend to his glass. She bent forward and Sven was treated to a
splendid view of her ample rather than large figure as her blouse hung
loosely.  This was going to be a possibly rewarding evening he though.
Maybe I won't bother with dinner after all.

He suddenly became aware that Julia was looking him straight in the
eye and he blushed as he realised she must have know where he was
looking.  Julia giggled, and said "I like this whiskey, it's not one
I've tried before."

Sven got up to cover his confusion a little and walked over to the
porthole to look out at the dusk.  Julia putting her glass down,
followed him over and put her arm on his shoulder as she tried to look
as well.  "We're well away from land then," she said and pressing
quite firmly against Sven, managed to squeeze a look past him out the
open port.  Aware of the warmth of her body now she was so close, Sven
turned and gently kissed her neck.  Julia gave a little shudder and
said, "that was nice, do it again."  Sven did and moving slightly
nibbled her ear lobe as well.  Julia moaned a  little and moved her
head to give him a little more room.  Sven kissed his way down to the
corner of her collar-bone.  He put his drink down on the table and
unbuttoning Julia's blouse, kissed the exposed top of her breasts.
Julia held his head to her as he did so.  In the back of his mind Sven
was aware of  his penis as it gave a little lurch as he smelled her
perfume.

Julia stepped back, and undoing the last of the buttons slipped the
blouse off and tossed it onto the chair where she had been sitting.
She reached behind her and to Sven's delight undid the clasp and
removed her bra.  Her breasts were beautiful and Sven, moving back to
her, bent and kissed his way around them to her now erect nipples.
Julia shivered slightly and again held his head and ran her fingers
through his grey hair as he worshipped at that beautiful alter.  Sven
kissed his way back up her neck and then they kissed, primly at first,
and then with gentle teasing thrusts of their tongues.

After a few moments they broke for breath and Julia gasped, putting
her hand to her mouth as she stifled another of those sexy giggles.
Sven followed her gaze and realised that the robe no longer covered
his questing penis which poked, rather rudely from the folds of the
garment.  Before he could cover his awkwardness, Julia had reached out
and touched the tip, then she kneeled down and gently kissed the acorn
shaped head.  Sven gasped in pleasure as she looked up, still suckling
the object of her desires.  She undid the belt and opened the robe
properly, then kissed her way down the erect shaft and took his balls
gently into her mouth.  Sven closed his eyes at the exquisite
sensations that were making him weak at the knees.  Now it was his
turn to run his fingers through Julia's hair as she moved back up to
the now deep red tip.

"Julia," he said, "that's too much, stop for a moment."

As she stopped Sven drew her back to her feet and again kissed those
beautiful breasts, presented, as they were, for his delight.  Sven ran
his fingers down her back and Julia shivered, part from his touch,
part from the slightly cold air now coming in the porthole.  Sven ran
his hands down her back and cupped her slim bottom with both hands as
he kissed her mouth deeply again.  Julia moaned into his mouth and
squirmed herself against his erection.

She broke away, and with a deft movement undid her skirt, and stepped
out of it.  Then a further quick movement had her tights and panties
also joining her bra on the chair.   Naked she stepped forward,
slipped the robe from Sven's shoulders and kissed him deeply again as
she ran her hands down his back.  Now it was Sven's turn to shiver a
little.  She stopped, picked up his hand in hers and led him to the
large bed at the corner of the cabin.

Julia may have been only just out of her teens, but she was a talented
lover, she played Sven like a musical instrument, now torturing, now
pleasing, tantalising him with her delicate rear so that he could also
eat at the downy lips of her pink and dripping pussy.  Finally when
they were both almost screaming for release she climbed on top of Sven
and eased down on his angry red penis.  The pleasure showed on both
their faces as she slipped slowly down, taking him deep inside, then
climbing up so only the tip was left in that hungry animal, then
faster, deeper and harder to that inevitable climax.

As they spent, hungrily on each other, the earth, in the form of the
boat, moved, giving a deep lurch as it veered hard to one side and the
boat heeled violently towards the outside of the turn.  Spray and then
water splashed through the port hole as they both struggled, naked, to
shut it against the impending flood, as the boat lurched to a halt,
white faced they clung onto each other.  Then as the shouting receded
they felt the boat slowly start to gather pace again.

Sven looked at his watch, as he picked it up off the floor.  "It's
nearly time for dinner love, we had better have a shower and go up
towards the dining room.  We might also discover what the hells going
on."  Julia, still shaking a little nodded, and they made their way
into the bathroom.  Even though they helped each other soap and wash
under the hot spray, somehow the mood was gone and they washed and
then dried without any further activity.  When they were dressed, Sven
pulled Julia to him and gave her a long lingering kiss as they held
tightly to each other.

In the background an alarm bell sounded, and Julia looked up and her
face went white; "That's a fire alarm," she said, "those bells are
automatic, we'd better see what's happening."

Sven opened the door to be met by the sight of smoke coming from Kim's
cabin, nine doors down on the same side.  He ducked back in, and shut
the door.   "Julia dear, I think we have a problem, Kim appears to
have set fire to her cabin - open that bag, there are some sweaters in
there, grab one and stick it on, you'll want it outside, I think we
may be in the open air for a bit." As they got ready Sven observed, "I
hope Kim wasn't in there, given that level of smoke I don't want to
risk opening the door."

Julia said, "Unless you have her key you can't get in anyway!"

Julia followed Svens lead and when they were ready, they wet a couple
of towels, opened the door and ducking low made their way to the end
of the now deserted corridor.  Sven gave one last look at the now
quite dense smoke and inwardly said a prayer for Kim's safety. They
climbed quickly up through the thinning smoke to the boat deck.  As
they arrived on deck, someone thrust a couple of life jackets into
their hands and pushed them towards a boat that was already starting
to be lowered towards the water.  Julia sat on the floorboards at
Svens feet as he helped row the boat away from the side towards the
flashing lights of some of the other lifeboats.  It was an evening and
night they would always remember.