It was the entry point when I saw her. She was around 40ish, Brown hair, straight brown hair, about 165cm, slim build. A dark blue outfit, well looked like an outfit. It was very smart. I look at her face and seem to connect with her. She smiled at me.

Who am I, Tim Brown, a 45yo widow, just getting away for 30 days from life, washing, making food etc. I am 169cm, slim but a fit man. At the desk where I was assigned my cabin and dining table, I asked if I could be placed next to the lady in blue. The porter looked up her booking. He was not happy. She had been placed in a table of 8 football players. I was quickly assigned to that table. He mentioned if the two of us are not happy, ask for another table. I will make a note here of the irregular booking of her on a male only table. I thanked him and went to my cabin.

That night I sat at the table early. Ida Hills introduced herself to me when the football players arrived. On seeing her they made a play asking if she was available for them after dinner and drinking. She smiled at them saying “If you meet me in the forward deck bilge area at 11pm. We can certainly have a good time.” They, being football players, had no idea what the bilge area is. I smiled. We had a nice dinner. The players left to get to the bar leaving the table very messy. We asked to be moved to another table for the following night. The head waiter agreed. He would organise and have the information to our room by noon tomorrow.

I asked Ida if she would like to go dancing, she agreed. During the dancing some of the older single ladies were talking about the onboard football players. Ida left me and spoke to them. They all got excited and thanked her. Around 10.45 Ida asked to leave.

We went up to the relaxation area which looked over the bow of the ship and the forward bilge area. Some six football players turned up at 11 to meet Ida. One said, ‘The bitch didn’t turn up!’

When the four ladies from the dancing all appeared. One said ‘your table friend got another date and sent us’ As they lifted their dresses and dropped their tops to show their boobs. Ida moved so I was behind her “Play with my tits Tim.” As we watched the action below. I played with Ida lovely small boobs manhandling them and rolling her nipples between my fingers and thumb. My cock was very hard in the crease of her arse.

After a few minutes she moved forward and pulled her cocktail dress up to her waist pulling down her knickers to her knees. “Slowly fuck me please.” I dropped my shorts and undies and slipped my 8 inches into her hot and wet juicy pussy. She moaned on entry. For a lady of her age it was rather tight so I did go slowly. Her eyes were transfixed on the scene below watching the orgy. Mind you I was watching it as well enjoying a nice slow fuck up here.

Ida was directing the action and was speeding up. I changed the action by slowing down. I was still manhandling those boobs and noticed every time I nip a nipple she moaned in pleasure and her pussy tightened. I went back to just grabbing the body of her boob. Two of the guys, naked, were fucked and finished below. Ida was getting hotter and hotter. I had built up and was ready to cum so I increased speed and pinched both nipples. Ida came flooding the deck with her juices, I shot my cum deep within her vagina. We held onto the side of the ship to recover.

We dressed ourselves and went to get some late supper. I asked, “You enjoy the shows, I feel?”
Ida smiled at me “And you shoot a lot, I can feel it dripping, very nicely.” I smiled at her.
We agreed to meet for dinner the following night. I was very happy and slept well.

I did not see Ida all day and in the evening I went to my new assigned table waiting for her. She appeared and went straight to the football table again, not even looking around. I realised she was a football mum. I enjoyed a nice dinner alone looking at the other tables guests. On a table for four an elderly couple sat with, as I found out later, their daughter. Vanessa kept looking at me and I felt I knew her. A long time ago, but she was familiar. Her parents left the table and she stayed to finish her wine. Catching her eye I invited her to my table with a ½ bottle of wine to finish. She smiled and came over. Introducing ourselves Vanessa was 2 years younger than myself.