Tiffany and the Caribbean Cruise 2

Mark guided them to the Sky Bar on the highest deck. Obnoxious modern music was playing, but it wasn’t too loud. After receiving their drinks, Mark commented. “ You are a great fuck. Your pussy is tight and you are flexible. You suck cock well too.”

Tiffany smiled and looked down into her drink. Her head was reeling. She must have wanted this to happen. Why else the change of outfit? Something subconscious, she guessed.

“Go into the ladies room and push two fingers as far up inside you as you can. Scoop out your nectar and bring it back here to the bar.” Mark pointed to the Ladies room. Tiffany didn’t say anything, but she hesitated. “Go!” Mark repeated. Tiffany almost jumped and scurried into the half light.

When she returned, her hand carried upright, Mark said;”Wait for the bartender to come over. When he does make sure he is watching while you rub your fingers around the openings of my nose. Mark summoned the bartender with an upward bob of his head. When he approached Mark indicated to Tiffany to rub it on his nose. As she wiped the still wet digits along his nose, Mark said loudly; “You have the sweetest smelling pussy, Tiffany.” She tilted her head and stared daggers at Mark. The bartender hesitated and then said “Another round?.” “Just the check”, Mark smiled.

He guided them to the sundeck and up the stairs to the platform used for sunbathing during the day. In a variation on the famous scene from ‘Titanic’, they stood at the front edge of the railing. At this late hour, no one was around. Mark took Tiffany’s hips in his big hands and pulled her ass out and away from the rail. Tiffany was forced to support herself on the rail as her round cheeks raised to their limit in the stilletto’s. Mark unzipped himself, pushed up Tiffanys dress and entered her from the rear. She was still dripping from the earlier session and Marks stiff meat easily slid up into her tightness.