Tiffany and the Caribbean Cruise 5

I was rested and refreshed by the time Tiffany returned. She was exhausted. Her pussy was raw and her lips were puffy from so much cock sucking. I didn’t know this, of course. “I need a little rest.” she said as she closed the bath door for a self inspection.

“I feel pretty good, I’m going to head up to the surf bar.” I called through the door.

“OK, have fun. I’ll be in dreamland.” Tiffany answered. She was relieved to be alone for awhile and be able to rest and clean up from the fuckathon.

I sat at the end of the surf bar where I could get a cocktail and still see the action in the wave machine. The usual collection of rookies mixed with some really coordinated guys moved through the waiting line for the wave machine. Between the Cuba Libre cocktail and the water sports, I was entertained. Two guys sat around the corner from me at the bar. We were separated by a couple of giant sports fans drinking beers and talking college football.

It dawned on me that one of the new guys was the guy Tiffany had been dancing with. It was Mark, but I didn’t remember his name. I didn’t feel like talking to him or making small talk, so I adjusted my seat and blocked his view of me behind the jocks.

In a lull in the sports fans conversation I overheard Marks buddy comment. “Are we gonna fuck Tiffany again tonight?” Mark nodded.