Bray Array: The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 19

She pulled the sheer black sheath dress down and let it flow over her hips and thighs, enjoying the feel of the fabric on her smooth skin. Although she usually thought sheath dresses unflattering, this one was a bit different and didn’t bulk up over her waist. And Andy adored her in it, making her think it was a great way to start the trip.

She rooted around in her bag for the silk stockings she’d packed. Starting to put them on, she hesitated and suddenly thought they were not that stylish and definitely not that tropical given their current location.

She balled them up and tossed them in one of the side compartments of her bag, thinking the sheerness of her taught legs would work well enough. After sliding into some black pumps with a modest four inch-but wide-heel, she was ready for her first official dinner outside of the wedding reception as Andy’s bride.

As usual he was ready before her but was tactful enough to pretend to be finishing up so as not to appear to rush her. Seeing she was ready, he turned and beamed at her.

“Wow,” he sighed, “Somebody is going to be a very lucky man tonight.” He offered his arm to her as he opened the door.

“It could be you, though the jury is still out,” she replied taking his arm, but then releasing it.

“Something wrong?” he inquired.

“Yes,” she said in the most mock serious tone she could muster. “There is no way we can get out of that door together if I am on your arm.”

“It’s the idea that counts, love,” he said, barely able to restrain a chuckle, “Just take my hand then.”

After that they made their way up to the dining room. Actually one of three, but this was the one they had been assigned to for their first evening’s dinner.

Ann felt the ship sway in the swells of the Atlantic, though again it could be the Caribbean by now for all she knew. She took one off kilter step, but Andy held firm.

“Told you there was a reason my stilettos were staying at home,” she said as she looked at him from under her long lashes.

***

Ann found the dinner selections all completely divine, and had a hard time deciding what to order. Eventually Andy made a decision for her, and she couldn't wait for the seared sea bass to arrive. Sipping from her glass of red wine, Ann was dazzled as she looked around at the opulent dining room. This surely wasn't Kansas anymore, she thought to herself. Perhaps the oddest thing to her was the floor length linen tablecloth, which in spite of its length seemed light as it lay across her silky thighs.

After the appetizer of stone crab claws and her third glass of wine, she could tell that the atmosphere was starting to get the best of her. The lighting was dim and the conversation around the room was muted, giving the room a very quiet ambiance, broken only by the soft sounds of the ship's band.

Ann found her thoughts wandering to visions of Andy's body gliding over her, his muscle undulating as he made love to her. Her mouth widened slightly with the thought and she could feel a tingle in her sex. She found herself wishing they'd skipped dinner and simply fucked until the dawn.

Dinner came and was delicious, though she found herself insatiable and her mind seemingly stuck in one gear, being driving by one single erotic thought. An idea came to her. She thought she could pull it off.

Discretely disguised by the tablecloth, she kicked the pump off her right foot, flexing her toes with relief as they enjoyed their newfound freedom. She paused for a moment, giving Andy her most seductive look while enjoying a final bite of the sea bass.

Andy caught her eye whimsically, and at almost the same time as Ann's toes found his knee and began to work their way teasingly up his thigh towards his cock. She found herself enjoying this, as teasing her husband sexually had been a favorite pastime almost from their first date.

As Ann worked her toes slowly up she stared at the Adonis-like figure cut by her husband. She could see his nostrils flare slightly as she neared the point where his legs met. A little more progress resulted in him visibly shifting his weight so as to spread his legs a bit more, giving her easier access to perform her magic on him.

Their head waiter came over to gather their plates and present the menu for desert. She knew she had his attention when he hadn't even looked at the desert menu by the time the staff returned to take their order.

"Would you like anything?" Ann queried Andy when the server reappeared, rubbing her toes ferociously against his now obviously painfully swollen cock under the table.

"Umm, no," Andy stammered, "I think that is it for tonight. Thanks for the wonderful night."

He stood, though Ann laughed silently to herself in seeing his stoop in a futile attempt to hide the current state of affairs in his pants. He came over to her and helped her get up from the table.

"But I'd like some desert, love," she said coyly, wanting to drive him to the brink of exploding right there in front of her.

"Come with me. Now." He seemed angry, but Ann couldn't quite believe it. She took his offered arm silently and let him lead her out of the dining salon. Her inner ego was very pleased to see many women turn their heads at the looks of Andy and a few men looked her over as well.

Knowing she had her man, Ann let Andy lead her, wondering where she would end up. She had more than an idea what would happen when they got to their destination, wherever that was. She bit her lip in anticipation and could feel the dampness grow between her own legs.

They made it to the elevator and Ann was surprised when Andy sent the lift up to the top deck as opposed to down to their cabin as she'd expected. As the button lit up and the door closed, Andy turned and pinned her against the back wall of the lift.

His mouth was on hers, his tongue invading and overrunning her. She felt his hand slide up the backside of her dress and cup her ass, which also pulled her forward and into him. He was hard and she wanted to feel him thrusting into her.

Without thinking, she lifted one leg partially, wrapping it around him. She subconsciously felt her dress rise up as Andy's hand slid inside the back of her panties. Decorum be damned, she thought, wanting to be fucked now regardless of who saw.

The elevator bell rang as they reached the top deck and Andy pulled away suddenly in realization of where they were, though in jerking his hand out of her panties so rapidly he had actually managed to rip them off of her entirely and they fell unnoticed to the floor.

Ann glanced at them for a split second and almost made to stoop to pick them up when the door opened. Seeing another couple waiting to get in, she felt a tremendous hotness spread from her sex and into her face as she and Andy exited the car, with her black panties lying damp and rumpled on the floor of the elevator.

She smirked as she heard a cry of disbelief from the elevator as the door closed again. Oh well was all she could say to herself. They were coming off one way or the other anyway.

Finally, Andy got them to their destination. How he even knew it existed was beyond Ann. He'd led her up to a space near the bow, which strangely appeared to be deserted. Perhaps this was because it was an area away from the pools and other points of interest on the deck further aft.

The lighting was dim but under the moon she could still easily make out the now neatly arranged lounge chairs already waiting their golden sunbathers the next morning. But for now it was just the pale green glow from above, and the sound of the ocean as the liner moved through it.

Andy took her, still leading by the hand, until they were as far forward as they could get. He took a lounge chair and pushed it into the dark cast caused by the metal side of the ship.