Postby Jon Snow » Tue Jul 07, 2015 7:08 am
Part 1 - The first meeting
On the first day of the cruise, after the ship had left Jamaica (our starting point), I went down to the pool to relax.
Sitting on a sunbed, wearing a hot pink bikini, was a very beautiful girl.
She had long blonde hair that flowed down past her shoulders.
She was sunbathing with sunglasses on and was clearly zoned out, so I pulled eyes away from her (with difficulty) and went into the pool.
A few minutes later, I was sitting by the side of the pool when I felt someone kick me gently in the back of the head.
I turned around to catch the person's foot right in the mouth.
The girl was sitting up on her lounger, sunglasses removed, and was smiling right at me.
She still held her foot over my mouth, keeping me silent.
"Hello, handsome." The girl said.
I tried to open my mouth to say hello back, but the girl kept her foot firmly planted on my lips. She moved her other foot behind my neck and used it to brace my head, making it almost impossible for me to open my mouth at all.
"Don't try to speak. Just answer my questions. Question 1. How old are you? Older than 13? Nod or shake."
I nodded.
"Are you 14?"
Shake.
"15?"
I nodded again.
She smiled. "An older man. I'm 14 myself. You're cute, you know. Do you think I'm pretty?"
I hesitated. Then I nodded.
She smiled and removed her foot. "Good."
She came over and sat down at the side of the pool, her leg brushing against my chest.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Jon."
She smiled. "Is that..?"
"Without the H."
"Cute."
There was a comfortable pause, then she looked at me, right in the eyes.
"I'm Daisy."
"Pleasure to meet you, Daisy." I said, smiling.
She smiled back. "Likewise."
We shared a few more moments of comfortable silence, with Daisy occasionally kicking her foot gently and brushing her leg against my chest.
Eventually she sighed. "I have to go. I have a cabin of my own. Cabin 12, Deck 3. Meet me there." She got up and slipped on her flip flops.
"When?" I called after her.
She looked back over her shoulder, grinning. "Anytime you want, stud."
She left, the slaps of her flip flops on the floor ringing in my ears.