Sally’s Honeymoon: Book 4 Of A Contemporary Romance Short Story Series (5 page)

“Yes indeed.” Raymond said. “
The first meal together is usually a bit strange, but by the end of the cruise believe me, you will probably be swapping telephone numbers!”

“Well, there’s one number I will definitely not be swapping!”
Sally thought to herself as they strolled along to the show.

The show itself was a bit of a disappointment, consisting as it did of an evening’s entertainment with an individual who classed himself as a Comedian – but who struggled to get a laugh even from the obviously inebriated. Both couples took the first opportunity to exit the theatre
, and head over to one of the many bars that graced the mammoth ship. Passing by the casino, Sally had a quick glance in.

“Look Robert, isn’t that Stefan at the roulette wheel? He seems to be rather cosy with that lady don’t you think!” They all looked to where Sally indicated, to see Stefan up-close-and-personal with a lady who was obviously many years his senior. Even from a distance, it was obvious that he was pouring on the charm.

“I take it that the lady is not his mother then?” Raymond said with an amused smile on his face. 

“
Hmph..well not unless he has sneaked her on board, and she is sitting at a separate table for dinner!” Sally retorted slightly bemused.

“That’s the guy at our
table, I said I was not sure about Raymond.” Robert said, without removing his eyes from Stefan; who at that moment looked up and saw that he had an audience. Giving a friendly wave at Robert and Sally, he whispered something into the ladies ear, and shepherded her away to a different table.

“How odd.”
Sally remarked. “He definitely had the look of a boy caught with his hands in the cookie jar!”

Robert looked deep in thought.

“Ok ‘Patrick Jane.’” – Sally was a big fan of ‘The Mentalist’ a popular TV criminologist – “What exactly are you thinking?”

“Me? Oh
.. nothing really…”

“Spill it Robert!”

“Well, it’s just that I have a bad feeling about that guy – something just isn’t right about him; and now I think I know what it is.”

“Well?” Sally echoed the question on all their lips.

Robert made a decision. “Nothing really…I’ll let you know when I’m a bit more certain!”

“ROBERT!” Sally protested, digging him in the ribs.

“No, honestly it’s nothing! Now let’s go and get that drink shall we? Raymond, you look like a man who is about to die of thirst – what will it be?

“First of all, I’ll have to get the weight off my poor feet – then I will have a nice malt whiskey I think!”

“Ah, a man after my own heart!” 

With that said, the subject was changed and drinks were ordered, as they chatted about the first port of call; Gibraltar.

“I wouldn’t get too excited Sally.” Margaret pointed out. “Unless that is, you really want to do some duty-free shopping; or maybe you want to take the cable-car to see the Barberry apes?”

“Not on your life Margaret, apes scare the life out of me! I might settle for some shopping though – It will be good just to get off the ship and stretch our legs a bit I think.”

“Well another day’s sailing – hopefully the sea will stay calm around the bay of Biscay – and you can ‘shop till you drop’ my dear!” She laughed.

******

The
dreaded Bay of Biscay did stay calm for them, and the day passed lazily for all on board. The following day half the ship’s passengers spilled on to the dockside of Gibraltar harbour. As Margaret had predicted, the shopping was really the only attraction to Gibraltar, as far as Sally and Robert could tell. They agreed that whilst it was ok, they hoped the other ports would have more to offer. As it was, Robert managed to purchase a Rolex Oyster watch which was only six months old, and came with a full makers warranty for only £1,700 which in his opinion was an absolute steal.

“I’ve always fancied a Rolex!” He’d told Sally showing off his purchase. “It’s a heck of
a money though to be honest.” Sally then had the job of convincing him not to take it back, as guilt worked away at him for spending so much money.

At the end of the day, they were glad to get back aboard the ship, and into the air-conditioning. Already things were heating up considerably, and being from ‘the cold north’ Robert was happy to get back and have a dip in the pool.

“What about it Sally – fancy a quick swim?”

“No thanks Robert; I think I’ll go lie down for a while and try to shake off this headache – I’ve obviously not been drinking enough water in all this heat!”

“Ok, I’ll not be long, maybe an hour or so?”

“That’s ok
honey, I’ll have a quick nap I think.”

Robert quickly got changed into his trunks under his shorts, and headed up to the pool on the ‘Aqua’ deck.

It was fairly quiet when he arrived, as it was nearing 4pm and those who had not gone ashore for the day, were mostly getting ready to go for a bite to eat. They had both discovered early on, that eating apparently never stopped on a cruise ship!

Robert swam a few lengths of the pool,
then lay against the side, just letting his legs float in front of him as he closed his eyes and soaked in the experience. After a few minutes of this bliss, he was aware of a presence close to him.

“Hello Robert.”
Came a sultry voice close to his ear. He knew immediately who it belonged to, and opening his eyes, found himself eye-level with Melanie’s breasts; barely covered by the skimpiest of bikini’s.

“
Oh.ah..yes..Melanie how good to see you.” He stammered, much to her amusement.

“Really Robert, don’t tell me you haven’t seen a woman in a bikini before!” She teased.

Robert quickly regained his composure, and quipped back. “Well to be honest – I’m still looking for the bikini – there isn’t much off it after all is there?”

Melanie laughed delightedly and with a small voice said. “Well, just between you and me; my husband paid for them and he likes to see what he’s paid for occasionally!” She gave him a sly wink as she motioned over to John, who gave them a wave from their sun-lounger.

Robert was a little disconcerted by that, and by the fact that this stunningly attractive woman who had the attention of every man in the pool area; was paying him such obvious attention. As flattering as it was, he knew trouble when he seen it – and she was trouble with a capital ‘T’.

Melanie meanwhile was devouring Robert in her mind, imagining the fun she could have with his taut muscled body. She had no doubt that he was in love with his beautiful wife – it was very obvious they were devoted to one another. She was also well aware however that when it came to sex, men were fairly easily tempted – you just had to put the right package in front of them – and Melanie knew that she had ‘the goods’ when it came to tempting packages.

“It’s just a matter of time Melanie.”
She said to herself.
“And I have almost two whole weeks to get this stud into my bed – the sooner the better!”

Robert could not help but be aware of her overwhelming sexuality, especially at close quarters such as this; and her more than half naked
. He quickly dropped himself lower in the water as he realised that it was beginning to show.

“Ah, yes well Melanie – I’ll maybe see you later at dinner then?” He said as he made to leave.

“Yes of course Robert, I wouldn’t miss it! Do tell your lovely wife…Sally is it? That I was asking for her will you. Is she well?”

“Oh yes thanks, she just has a headache from the heat I think. I’m just going off now to see to her.”

“Hmm, why don’t you see to me instead Robert?”
She almost blurted out, but instead answered. “Oh that’s too bad, do give her my regards; and we will see you at dinner.” She gave him one more penetrating look, then plunged into the water; her firm buttocks showing seemingly naked as she swam away from Robert.

“
Jeez..I’d better get bloody well out of here before she changes her mind!”
Thought Robert as he heaved himself out of the pool.

The vision of Melanie’s
barely covered breasts, and her naked buttocks however, danced tantalizingly in front of his mind’s eye as he headed for the cabin.

“I’d better not mention that particular encounter.”
He thought to himself, envisioning a wrathful Sally.

“How are you now honey?” He said entering the cabin. A voice form the shower room called out. “I’m fine now Robert. I’ve laid out your Kilt outfit for this evening –
It’s ‘Formal’ tonight.”

Robert remembered that the evening meals were sorted out in
dress codes, and that there were about four evenings classed as Formal where evening dress – or a Kilt outfit in Robert’s case – were required.

Sally was ‘dressed to kill’ with a beautifully fitted dark navy evening dress, that accentuated her slim waist and shapely figure. A gold bracelet fitted with sapphires and diamonds,
competed for attention with the sapphire and gold pendant, that nestled tantalisingly in the generous glimpse of cleavage the dress allowed.

“Is that what I think it is?” Robert asked aghast.

“Well if by that you mean
, is it your mothers jewellery set? Yes it is. She insisted that I bring it on the cruise for these special evenings.”

“Well she must really like you a lot Sally. I hardly ever saw my mother wear it, as she was always frightened she would lose it or get it stolen.”

“Yes I can understand that. She did tell me that it was a family heirloom, from her grandmother I think I remember?” Sally said as she admired the diamonds in the bracelet glittering under the halogen lights.

“Yes, and e
xtremely valuable. The only object of any real value she owns I think! I know I don’t need to say this honey – but PLEASE be careful with it will you?”

“Yes your right dearest – you don’t need to say it! I’ll guard it with my life if need be!” Sally said, getting a little exasperated. “Anyway…how do I look?” She did a quick twirl.

“You look absolutely stunning Sally..drop-dead-gorgeous in fact!” She quickly side-stepped as he reached out to grab her.

“Tut
tut young man, we’ve no time for any carry-on, Time for you to get changed into your Kilt!”

Twenty minutes later they were making their way down to the restaurant for dinner
; Sally looking irresistible with long blonde hair falling over her bare shoulders. Robert looked the picture of the postcard-Scotsman, as he strode out resplendent in full Highland Dress.

The line for the restaurant was moving by the time they got there – much to Roberts relief – and the other guests had already taken their seats – including Melanie.

Everyone complimented Sally on her dress, and Roberts outfit got more than a little attention from the ladies; who seemed fascinated as to the question of what a Scotsman wore under his kilt.

True to form, Robert played on the whole mystery aspect; and pulled his boxer shorts out of the sporran.

Melanie in particular seemed to think this was hilarious. She was dressed in a long scarlet evening gown, with a wide split down the front, and very little at the side. To Roberts mind as he took his place beside her, her breasts were in grave danger of falling out should she twist sideways at all. Despite himself, the thought caused his heart to miss a beat.

He was not the only man there to think down these
lines, Stefan in particular was struggling not to stare, as these two beauties sat opposite. He found himself speculating as to who he would choose; and decided that the brunette was the ‘hotter’ of the two – though the blonde was definitely tempting. It was while fantasising over the two girls that he spotted something else; Sally’s bracelet!
“Just look at that beauty!”
He thought to himself, already estimating its value.
“It’s got to be worth thousands!
Get your eyes of the tits and jewellery, and on to the game in hand Stefan!”
He chastised himself. He was thinking of his ‘mark’ Shirley. So far it all seemed quite promising, and in fact she seemed to be quite fond of him already.

“So Stefan, are you enjoying your cruise so far.” Melanie spoke directly to him, as he suddenly realised that he had
shifted his attention from Sally’s bracelet, and had been staring at Melanie’s breasts – he flushed scarlet.

“
Ah..Oh yes Melanie thank you, it’s an amazing ship – and with so much to see. I’m still trying to find my way around!”

“Ha
ha, yes.” She answered. “It is a large ship that’s for sure – but I have found the pool and the bar, so I am happy for now!” She had of course noticed Stefan staring at her breasts, and suddenly wondered if he would do In Roberts place.
“No challenge there!”
She thought to herself.
“No, I must have this Scotsman!”
She turned her attention to Robert, twisting in her chair slightly, and revealing more of herself than was perhaps appropriate, as the front of her dress fell slightly forward.

‘CRASH!’
There was a clatter, as the waiter who had been standing behind her, dropped his tray of drinks.