Captured by Pirates by A. Cross Page A

the poolside
grill but then decided they’d rather check out one of the many
fancy restaurants the gigantic ship boasted. They agreed to each
head back to their respective rooms to get ready before meeting up
outside the restaurant.
    Delia had packed a few fancy dresses in
addition to her bikinis, denim shorts and flip flops. She was happy
to have an opportunity to dress up. She took her time getting
ready, straightening her long blonde hair, applying mascara to make
her blue eyes pop and rubbing sweet smelling lotion all over her
smooth, supple skin.
    She didn’t know if the night would end
with her in bed with Tyler but if it did, she wanted to be ready.
He was sexy and charming and fun. She knew nothing serious would
develop with him – after all, he lived on the opposite side of the
country! But a fling could be fun…
    “You look hot,” Tyler said when he
spotted her outside the restaurant a short while later.
    Delia couldn’t contain her
smile. “Thanks! You clean up pretty nice yourself,” she told him,
taking in his charcoal grey suit, white dress shirt and black tie
with approval. “Should we eat?” she added, gesturing to the
restaurant. “I’m starving!”
    The restaurant was fancy. It
was one of the few places on the massive cruise ship that had a
dress code – no flip flops allowed! Thankfully Delia had worn a
simple yet elegant pink dress and silver kitten heel
sandals.
    The ambience in the
restaurant was delightful. The tables were set with crisp white
linens and tea light candles. Tiny white lights adorned the
ceiling, making it seem as though there were a million stars above
them. The large windows allowed for a breathtaking view of the
ocean.
    The food was to-die-for. They
both ordered lobster and steak. They drank far too much red wine
and then ordered a fancy dessert wine to go with their crème
brûlée. By the time they were ready to leave,
the Delia’s head was swimming and the sexual tension between them
was impossible to ignore.
    It didn’t matter that
Tyler was kind of superficial and more than a little dumb. So what
if he talked about himself constantly? It wasn’t as though Delia
was going to
marry
the guy. She was just going to have a little
fun with him…there was nothing wrong with that.
    Her Catholic schoolgirl
guilt nevertheless threatened to wreak havoc on her conscience, so
Delia had to keep reminding herself that she was doing nothing
wrong. Casual sex was perfectly fine, after all…
    Delia and Tyler made their
way outside, pausing on a deserted deck to watch some dolphins jump
and swim in the water near the ship. A light breeze tousled her
hair and made her pale pink dress dance seductively around her
toned, tanned thighs. The sunset was beautiful, lighting up the sky
with brilliant colors which were reflected in the
water.
    Tyler reached over to
brush a lock of hair away from Delia’s face. His hand grazed her
breast as he did so – perhaps not unintentionally. Their eyes
locked – and then so did their lips. His mouth tasted like the
sweet dessert wine they’d enjoyed at the
restaurant.
    Delia pressed her body
against Tyler’s shamelessly as his tongue explored her mouth. She
wasn’t interested in being coy or playing hard to get. She wanted
to make it very apparent to him that there was only one thing on
her mind. The days of waiting for a man to make the first move were
dead, as far as she was concerned. If she wanted something, she was
damn well going to go after it!
    One thing led to another
and the next thing Delia knew, her shapely leg was wrapped around
Tyler’s waist and he’d unzipped the back of her dress. His hand
slid inside her bra and his fingers stroked her nipples, causing
the tender buds to stand proudly at attention. As Delia ground her
hip slowly and sensuously against Tyler’s, she could feel the
personal trainer’s cock coming to life.
    Before long, Tyler’s hands were
grasping at the hem of Delia’s knee length dress. He slid it up