My Post Divorce Thanksgiving Day Cruise Gets Hot! – #Erotica

He was my stuffing that Thanksgiving!

After my divorce, I was left feeling lost and alone.  The last thing I wanted to do was go home for Thanksgiving dinner and answer a million questions about what happened, why, and what was next.  I decided maybe it was time to try something new.  Anything to avoid cousins, aunts, and uncles interrogating me at such a fragile time in my life.  I scoured the internet looking for ideas to get me out of going home for the holidays when all at once, there it was, a Thanksgiving Day Cruise that was like a gift from the heavens at that moment.  Time alone, a good book on the deck by the pool, some drinks with a turkey dinner to help me sleep it all off, that sounds like the perfect option, I thought to myself as I clicked to buy tickets.  The next step was to call my mom to explain why I wouldn’t be coming, but I would be firm in my stance and not be swayed in any other direction. “No, I will be fine, Mom! You don’t need to worry; I need this time to myself. I’ve been so stressed out, and who knows, maybe I’ll meet a nice guy while I’m there,” I said, rolling my eyes and laughing before hanging up the phone to end Mom’s tirade with efficiency. I shook my head and went to my fridge to grab a beer and plop down to unwind.

I wasn’t the biggest fan of being single.  It was my ex who wanted to go separate ways, and it left me distraught and unable to feel even the slightest bit normal.  On top of the months, we’d been separated leading up to the divorce, it had been quite a long time since my ex-husband and I had been intimate in any way.  I was missing sex but scared and a little uncomfortable being with someone new after only having been with him for so long. I decided to give myself a bit more time before venturing off to bed with a new guy.  I just didn’t feel ready.  I didn’t realize the universe had other plans for me this Thanksgiving season.  On the day of departure for the 4-day Thanksgiving Cruise, I packed a bag and kissed my dog goodbye, leaving him in the competent hands of the sitter, and then made my way to the port two hours from my house.  The sky was blue, and the clouds were puffy and gorgeous; I cranked up some feel-good music and hopped onto the interstate, not so excited for this, but telling myself it was better than being back home with all those nosy nibbies.  Anything is better than that right now. I thought to myself as I turned the steering wheel into the port to park and board the ship.

I had two new novels, some meditations downloaded, and even some sleeping meds to knock me out if I should decide a lengthy nap was in order.  For the first time in a long time, it was all about me and whatever I wanted, and it felt a little bit lonely but also a little bit good.  When I boarded the ship to cruise the waters of the Bahamas for this Thanksgiving holiday, I noticed a striking man smiling at me.  He was so handsome and seemed overly interested in little dull old me, which caught me by surprise.  Was I putting out the I’m single and available vibes already? I wondered as I sheepishly smiled back at him, my cheeks turning a hot shade of red from what I could feel. I had decided as hot as he was, I would do my best to avoid meeting this new potential friend, at least for right now. That plan went reasonably well the first night, but the second night, not so much.  “I’m Mike,” I heard a voice say as I looked up from my drink.  I saw an outstretched hand and a look on his face, like can I sit down with you a moment?  I tried to tell him I was flattered but was only looking for space right now, but he was so persuasive in moments he was sitting down anyway.

Mike and I talked and talked.  Before I knew it, hours had passed, and the stars were coming out. I was actually enjoying myself! I couldn’t believe it!  “You must be magic, Mike; I mean, not like the movie, but really magic…. Never mind,” I said, laughing like an idiot while fumbling my words.  “I just mean that I’m newly divorced, and nothing has really made me happy or distracted me like you just did since my husband, ex-husband, left,” I added to explain my ramblings to his confused but smiling face.  That’s when Mike grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the dance floor.  Without a word, he took me into his arms and held me close for a slow dance I didn’t agree to but wasn’t resisting either.  “I must admit your arms feel good around me,” I whispered as I got real comfortable, real quick on Mike’s big, soft shoulder.  He was magic! I never thought I’d do something like that, but after a few dances and a couple more Thanksgiving Cosmopolitans, I was unlocking the door to my cabin for Mike to come inside. “You’re so beautiful, Amanda,” he whispered as he held me closely near my bed.  “We’re still dancing, and there isn’t any music,” I said to him as we moved like we were still on the dance floor.  “I’d love to be with you tonight if you have me.  But I want to be sure you are 100 percent comfortable,” Mike said, brushing the hair back from my face.

I couldn’t believe I was agreeing to spend the night with a man I had just met, something I looked down on other women for doing in the past, but here I was shaking my head yes as everything inside screamed a silent, undetectable NO!  Mike was such a caring, beautiful gentleman, though, and he was so gorgeous I doubt that any woman could ever turn him down.  He reached down to unbutton my top and my jeans before helping me out of them.  As his fingers brushed against my skin, I got butterflies and tingles all over.  I never thought I’d feel those ever again!  Yet there I was, holding onto a man who actually wanted me and made me feel desirable for the first time in ages.  I smiled a little smile at him before our lips met, and we fell into a passionate kiss.  Thanksgiving wasn’t typically the most romantic holiday, but this one was certainly turning out to be thanks to my hot new Thanksgiving Day cruise lover.

I didn’t realize just how ready for this I was until our bodies wound tightly together, and I could feel Mike’s hardness grinding against my panties.  I felt unusually comfortable with him; it was like I’d known him for decades, which made it so much easier to fall into this with him. I guess it was meant to be because I had no issues with him sliding deeply inside of me.  My nails dug into his back, and I pulled at him, aching to get him as deep as he could go.  It was as if I’d been swept up into the heavens as Mike pumped in and out of me.  As cheesy as it might be, it was as if the room was swirling and spinning around us as I lost myself in him. His body weight was comforting on top of mine.  And I needed him so much right then.  He rolled me over, and I slid myself down onto him.  I looked into his eyes as his length thumped at my cervix.  I moaned and rocked my body against his, enjoying the orgasmic quivers he so easily sent coursing through me.  I knew I shouldn’t be doing this, but I wanted to feel him fill me up.  I ached for his orgasm to explode deep inside.  I missed that feeling so much, and he made the night so special I couldn’t imagine it ending any other way.

“Cum inside me! Please! Let me feel you,” I cried and begged as I gripped his face with both hands and ran my fingers through his hair.  Sweat droplets glistened on my skin as my body humped back and forth, working for what he had to give me.  And soon, he was unable to hold back. “Just for you, baby, I’m going to fill you up right now,” he said through gritted teeth as he gave me one powerful pump after another of his hot load.  He collapsed onto me, breathless and spent just as I was. We spent Thanksgiving night making each other feel good, and when it came time for dinner, we chose to stay in the cabin and have each other again instead.  He made me forget any pain I carried onto that ship, and I had something wonderful and new to be grateful for that Thanksgiving Day!