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This is a work of fiction intended for adults. If you're not suppose to  be 
reading it, DON"T.

Thanks to my wonderful proofreader. He makes writing fun.

*******************

Sea Legs
By Desdmona


Casey had hopes this cruise would be refreshing. And it was.
She stood balanced with her hands resting on the rail. The
summer breeze blew across her body revitalizing her. Long,
blonde hair billowed about her. Mist from the salty water
moistened her skin and the sun shone brightly, warming her
face. Her casual dress clung seductively to her curves as
she looked upwards towards the heat.

Casey had no idea the alluring picture she presented., Bbut
he did.

Giovanni was poised against the wall, watching her. He
noticed her yesterday, as she boarded the ship. Her green
eyes sparkled and yet seemed tinged with sadness. Giovanni
knew many women, and many have opaque eyes; but this woman,
her eyes were windows straight into her soul. His curiosity
was peaked.

He had watched her today as she walked, while she swam, and
when she ate. Everything she did was filled with quiet
seduction. He watched her again now as she stood against the
rail, her form outlined provocatively thru through wind-
blown fabric. He was drawn to her natural beauty and veiled
passions.

Giovanni knew women, he loved them, and he studied them. He
recognized a woman filled with fire, as this woman was.
Giovanni was certain she was not aware of her appeal. He was
determined to ignite what lay dormant and experience first-
hand that fire. He was also a patient man. He could make her
aware of him but would wait until the time was right to
approach her.

Casey's thoughts drifted to bygone days. Memories that had
once zapped her spirit were gradually evolving into just
memories.

For two long years she had grieved over the loss of her
parents. She still didn't understand how she had escaped the
accident, nearly unscathed, while her parents had both died.
She fought the guilt over being the survivor, and the pain
of loneliness overwhelmed her at times.

Recently she had begun to think about the happy times they
had shared. She had grown up an only child of Bob and Doris
Roberts. They worked hard to give her opportunities they
hadn't been given. And she rewarded them with her degree in
Business Administration. Her parents had been proud of her
achievements in college. They would be even more proud if
they knew she had landed a very lucrative position at a
Fortune Five-Hundred500 cCompany.

But now Casey needed more. A co-worker had suggested a
cruise. She initially balked at the idea, but the travel
brochures looked too inviting. She had earned time off by
not missing a day of work in the last year- and- a- half. So
she looked up a travel agent. And now Casey was here.

The trip had already begun to cleanse and refresh her
spirits. The wind whipping around her seemed to lift her
cares and toss them overboard. She was itching to enjoy life
again. When she turned to walk to her cabin, she felt
rejuvenated. She noticed a darkly handsome man, looking at
her.

He leaned casually against a wall. His legs crossed at the
ankle, and one hand was thrust in his pant's pocket,
fumbling with keys or coins. He took a drag on his cigarette
and then tossed it to the floor, pressing it out with the
tip of his shoe. He had midnight eyes that didn't blink or
look away. He reminded Casey of a character in an old B
movie. His penetrating stare gave Casey an eerie feeling he
could see right through her. He half grinned and it relaxed
his features to friendliness.

Her stomach quivered. Casey managed to smile cordially.

In return, his mouth opened in a full-blown smile.

Casey gulped.

He had a million dollar smile if she'd ever seen one. Full,
wine-colored lips surrounded perfect white teeth. His whole
face lit up. She was sure that smile, coupled with his good
looks, had opened more than a few doors. After sizing him
up, she knew if he knocked at her door, she woul'd be hard-
pressed not to let him in.

She walked on, wanting to stare, but instead she moved past
him. Sensing he was watching her, she confidently swung her
hips.

Giovanni whistled under his breath a. And tried to remind
himself that he was a patient man.

In the evening, after an invigorating swim, Casey dressed
for dinner. She thanked her travel agent for suggesting what
sort of clothes to bring. She decided on a simple yellow
dress with spaghetti straps. Her day in the sun had warmed
her and added some needed color to her pale skin. She
slipped on sandals and grabbed a lace scarf to pull over her
shoulders as she headed out the door.

The dining hall was lavish, with an ornate chandelier as the
focal point. Tables were arranged around it and covered in
ecru linens. Each table was set with crystal and china and
topped with massive flower arrangements. A host welcomed her
at the entrance, found her name on a list, and then escorted
her to an assigned seat.

Her table was already nearly filled. She recognized a few of
the faces. She had met Mr.. and& Mrs.. Miller she had met
while swimming earlier. Another couple she had talked with
at breakfast, but couldn't recall their names. Everyone
greeted her and small talk commenced. She found out that
Mr.. Miller was a pharmacist and Mrs.. Miller was a nurse.
They had two grown children and traveled all the time. The
Willoughby's, the other couple, was were celebrating their
35th wedding anniversary. She was allergic to shellfish and
he suffered from motion sickness. The boat trip was a
challenge.

Casey tried. She pasted on her best "I'm listening" smile
and nodded whenever she thought it was appropriate, but her
mind drifted. She was bored. Bored with life, bored with
them. Bored with everything. She'd gone on for 2 two years
now just letting life continue. Up everyday, go to work,
home in the evening, and go to bed. It was time to let go.
Time to be free. Time to be adventurous.

Casey finished dinner and then excused herself. The Miller's
and the Willoughby's would be fine without her.  Maybe a
walk around the ship would do her some good. She wasn't
quite ready for the evening to end.

She walked completely around the outer portion of the ship.
The sun was setting and the pale purples cast over the
water. The evening was quiet. Most patrons apparently had
already gone back to their cabins. She made her way to the
lounge on the upper deck, quite by accident. But decided to
go in.

The dimly lit room hummed with activity. There was piped in
music and an active dance floor. People were trying to talk
above it. Groups were gathered around tables, laughing and
drinking. She looked around for a place to sit. Her eyes
gravitated back towards the dance floor. He was there. The
darkly handsome man she had seen earlier.

He was dressed exquisitely in a navy suit with a crisp white
shirt. His body was well-honed and he danced as if born to
it. She stared at his undulating hips, rhythmically swaying
in perfect time with the music. His eyes were on his
partner, and she Casey noticed his Cheshire cat grin. Casey
She stared dreamily, enjoying the view.

During one swing across the dance floor, hHe looked straight
at Casey, nodded his head and smiled., Aa genuine smile. His
deep, brown eyes crinkled and lit up. Thick, luxurious,
chestnut hair framed his face. Casey thought he was
beautiful. He kept Casey's gaze locked with his for long
seconds and then returned his attention to his partner.

Casey shook her head as if released from a wicked spell. Had
she imagined a connection? She wasn't sure.

She wanted a drink. This she was sure about. She went to the
bar and ordered a fFruity rRum drink. It went down smooth
and easy. She was ready to dance. Two different men
approached her. She willingly accepted each invitation.

By the fifth dance and the second rum drink, Casey had
almost forgotten about the mysterious man. She was leaning
against the bar, resting when she felt a presence behind
her. She turned and came face to face with him. He was even
more handsome up close. He had a few light freckles
spattered across his cheeks,; they which added a child-like
quality to his appearance. His eyelashes were thick and long
and ideal trimmings to his brown eyes.

"I have been waiting to dance with you." His accented,
baritone voice dripped like thick honey, warm and smooth.
Casey was speechless, and she passively let him lead her to
the dance floor.

The pace of the song was quick, and Casey stepped with the
beat of the music. He had a carnal, seductive way of moving,
even at this slightly faster pace. They settled into a
matching rhythm. They didn't touch, except for an
occasional, accidental bump. They didn't speak. They just
danced and breathed and never took their eyes off one
another.

The fast song ended, replaced by a much slower one. Casey
didn't want to leave him; she reluctantly turned to exit the
dance floor. But before she walked two steps, he grabbed her
hand and jerked her body back to his. Now they touched. She
felt the hard muscles in his arms.

"Tsk tsk," he said, "I am not through with you yet." He was
dangerous. Yes, he was dangerous, and Casey wasn't bored
anymore.

She hadn't felt baser feelings in a very long time. Her
palms were clammy. Her mouth was dry. Her face felt hot and
her body was all tingly.

His left hand held her hand tightly. His right hand circled
around her waist. She settled her free hand on his upper
arm. He squeezed and their bodies cemented together, hip to
hip, with legs fitting snugly between. He wasn't much taller
than she was. This perfected the alignment of their bodies.
His pelvis began to rotate against her, rubbing her
suggestively. He was a master at dancing. Casey suspected at
seduction as well.

He controlled their movements. She allowed him. He smiled, a
devil's smile, softened by dimples. Pressing his mouth to
her ear, he whispered words in a language she didn't know
but easily understood their meaning. His warm breath tickled
her ear.  Casey felt alive, vibrantly alive. For the first
time in months, her body reacted like it should. She
welcomed it.

Giovanni whispered Italian love notions he had used all his
adult life. He knew she did not understand his profession of
lust, but her reaction was just the same. She shuddered
against him. She was not alone;the only one: his body was
taut with excitement.

He searched her eyes and read willing desire. She pressed
closer, crushing her breasts against his chest. They turned
slowly in tuned time with the music. His leg pushed further
and her juncture rested securely against his thigh. His
confidence buoyed with her salient moan.

Giovanni wondered what he should say to convince her of what
he already knew. This night was theirs and they should spend
it together, alone.

The song ended. He held her closely. Faster music continued
but he refused to increase their pace. She pulled away
slightly, and he was amused by the timid way she bit on her
bottom lip.

This shy gesture contradicted the raw passion that Giovanni
knew bubbled within her. He was enchanted. He made up his
mind she was not going towould not get away, and so he was
shocked when she grabbed his arm and said, "Follow me." She
pulled him quickly from the dance floor and out the
door"Follow Me." She pulled him quickly from the dance floor
and out the door.

She stopped at the railing and turned to face him. The night
air was warm and the air smelled sweet. The moon reflected
off the water like glittering diamonds.

He watched as she inhaled. Giovanni was not sure if she was
catching her breath or building confidence to say something.
She looked up at him and exhaled. He liked the way her
nipples poked at her dress when she breathed. Heat smoldered
between them. He realized then that she had come to the same
conclusion as he. Maybe she wasn't was not as shy as he had
thought.

Giovanni reached and tenderly caressed her cheeks. Her eyes
fluttered shut then opened again, filled with yearning. He
may have been wrong about her shyness, but he was definitely
right about her fire.

He needed to kiss the lip she had been biting moments ago.
His face moved in. Her eyes remained open, gazing into his,
watching him inch closer. The first touch was soft and warm.
Her lips were velvet. His mouth slid easily across hers.
Their lips pressed hard together hurriedly before their
mouths opened and Giovanni slipped his tongue inside.

Casey was hungry, hungry for feeling and hungry for more.
She sucked his tongue deep into her mouth, battling it with
her own. Each suck and slurp returned to deepen their kiss.

Neither of them wanted to release. They kissed vehemently,.
uUntil intensity gave up to breathing., Ddeep, throat-
scorching breathing.

Their hands fumbled, grabbing for any hold. He cupped her
ass and pulled her tightly to his body. His groin pressed
perfectly against her as it had when they were dancing. She
didn't mistake his arousal, nor her own reaction to it. Her
hands moved maddeningly over him.

The intrusion of passersby broke the spell. They pulled
apart. Her lips were swollen, wet with saliva, and her face
flushed. His mouth was hardened with determination and the
need to continue.

It was his turn to drag her with him. Not even a "follow
me,", just the force of lust directing him. Casey avidly let
him lead the way.

He charged down the narrow passageway, yanking on doorknobs,
without success.  They came to a door marked PRIVATE. He
turned the knob and it sprung open. Casey could see shelves
covered with towels and a mop and bucket on the floor. He
entered, pulling her with him, right before the door slammed
behind them. Sea and sky were no longer the backdrops.
Darkness hung around them, interrupted only by a dim light
from beneath the door. The sweet smell of summer was
replaced by antiseptic. They ignored their surroundings.

Their bodies flung together like magnets with inevitable
force. His hand grabbed her leg and slid along the smooth,
bare skin beneath her dress. She felt his fingers, groping
inside the elastic of her panties as he ripped them from
her. Her head lulled back. He was dangerous. He was strong.
He was damn exciting.

Casey heard him unbuckle his belt, and fumble with his
pants. And then his hands were on her again, sliding down
her thigh, grabbing her under the knee, and lifting it
around his waist.

He lifted her other leg and held her up with his powerful
arms. Casey looked down in shadows to see his penis jutting
outwards between them. She grabbed it and guided it to her.
The entry was quick, a jab in the dark. He stilled, allowing
time to adjust.

Casey swung her arms around his shoulders and hooked her
ankles behind his butt. Her fingers dug into his suit
jacket, holding it for support. She squeezed the muscles of
her ass together and then released, over and over. Moving
her up and down.

When she slowed, he took over, rocking her body against his.
Her clitoris lay bare against the base of his shaft as he
burrowed inside her. She felt the wave of orgasm work its
way up her legs and then shattering inside her. Giovanni's
mouth clamped down on hers, breathing in her exhaled moan.

He felt the deluge of her orgasm, hot and sticky cream
surrounding his cock. He pushed her against a shelf and
pummeled. The squishy sounds of sex echoed in the small
space. Grunting against her lips with a guttural expletive,
he drove again to climax.

Minutes passed with only the staccato of breathing. His arms
began to shake with the weight of her. Casey slid slowly
down off of him. Standing unevenly, with the result of their
passion oozing between her legs, she laughed silently at the
bizarre thought of needing her sea legs.

Casey realized she'd opened more than just a door to him and
she didn't regret it. Even iIf she never saw him again, she
still wouldn't regret it. He had helped her feel alive
again, and she had loved it. She waited there thinking she
was no't done living.

Giovanni lifted her face to his, and reading her mind,
whispered,

" Bella, non finiscano."

And indeed, they were not finished.

************************

Copyright 2000 by Desdmona

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