Chapter 7

Darlene woke up with an arm over her chest and a hand holding her breast. The feeling of his morning erection pressing itself against her bottom is a common occurrence for her and Brent. They each may be old, but their bodies didn’t show it and their hormones didn’t slow down their love making, not since the wedding party and orgy that had broken out after she did her dance for him and everyone else. The women who had joined her all took their men into their bodies and broadcast the feeling of making love which encouraged everyone else to do the same thing. When the party ended, around midnight, Darlene, Brent and the other people in attendance, had lovingly enjoyed so many other people that no one left the party unsatisfied.

Now that Darlene and Brent were sleeping in the cabin on their cruise ship, she had a private moment to think about stuff.

Well the party went off pretty well. she said to herself and to her WE.

Yes it did. So much love and passion was expressed that day, only the first orgy the WE recorded that is part of the pleasure file tops what you helped to make happen. Nicely done.

Thank you, she said.

Darlene let her mind drift off to her future. What now? She thought about kids, being a wife again, dancing, even wondering what was for breakfast down in the restaurant or on the deck.

That made her stomach growl.

“Honey.” She said quietly, gently touching Brent’s arms before she moved around so that she was facing him. “Brent honey, I’m hungry. Would you like to join me for a quick shower and then breakfast?”

Brent heard what she had said, opening one eye to look at her. “Breakfast?”

Darlene nodded her head with a happy smile on her face.

“What if I want you for breakfast?” he said, trying to be playful.

She smiled back at him. “You can, but you need to feed me first. Then you can eat me for the rest of the day.”

“Deal,” he said, then helped her up and into the shower, where they washed each other before getting ready for their day’s adventure.

The cruise line had laid out an impressive breakfast spread on the sun deck, and the couple eagerly piled their plates with pancakes, fluffy eggs, bacon, sausage, and an assortment of fresh fruit. A carafe of rich, steaming coffee sat between them as they dug in. They shared bites of food with playful smiles, the warm sun shining down on their shoulders. The gentle sea breeze carried the salty scent of the ocean, wrapping them in the serene beauty of the morning as they marveled at how happy they felt in that perfect moment.

Once the eating was done, they moved to a lounge chair and rubbed lotion on each other as they stretched out in the sun while their breakfast digested.

As they relaxed, families with kids joined them on the sun deck. Their chatter slightly disturbed their moment together, but a word from the WE on their behalf, had the family quiet down and be more respectful of other people around them. Thank you WE. That was much appreciated. Brent said, with his eyes still closed and his hand firmly holding Darlene’s hand.

You are welcome. They answered him back.

When the cruise ship arrived at their first port of call, Darlene and Brent stepped off wearing comfortable shorts and shirts to guard against the sun. As they walked through the old city of Nassau, Bahamas, they were greeted by a city that buzzed with life. Their feet met the uneven cobblestone paths that wove through the colorful streets. The air was rich with the mingling scents of saltwater and freshly grilled conch. Along the sidewalks, local vendors displayed their wares—handmade jewelry, straw hats, and intricately woven baskets—all tempting souvenirs for curious tourists. Horse-drawn carriages, their brass bells jingling, trotted lazily by, their drivers tipping their hats to passing couples. The pastel-colored colonial buildings, with their white shutters and weathered charm, stood as a testament to the island’s rich history. Musicians played soft Calypso melodies in the distance, adding to the relaxed island rhythm that seemed to welcome every visitor with open arms. They walked through the shops looking at everything for sale, but making select choices to what they wanted. Brent got a solid and well made straw hat while Darlene chose a wide brim straw hat for herself. How their ears and part of their faces would be covered and hidden from the sun that was warming them as they enjoyed the atmosphere of the city.

They stopped off at a bar for lunch and were greeted by a very nice lady who welcomed them in with a bright smile which contrasted against her dark skin tone. “Hello you two,” the woman said, her voice mixed with a heavy Bahamian accent.

The music coming from the dance area of the restaurant lured them in while the woman’s friendly personality drew them in further.

Brent spoke up for both of them. “Hi. Could we have lunch here?”

“Sure thing, dawling. Right this way,” she said, picking up a couple of menus and leading them into the restaurant and to a table for two near the dance floor.

“What can I start you both off with?” She asked, but then paused stating the obvious. “Just remember that we’ve had to get rid of our rum, so all of our drinks, you know.”

“Oh sure.” Darelene said. “Can you still make a Bahama Mamma, just without the rum?”

“Oh sure honey. How big do you want? Our speciality is the fish bowl.”

Both gave a short laugh at the idea of a fish bowl sized drink, but they went ahead and ordered it anyway.

“Be right back,” she said, then spun away and walked to the bar.

“She seems nice,” Brent said.

“She does. What are you thinking of getting?”

Brent picked up the menu and started to read over the items listed there.

What is a conch? Darlene asked her WE.