I met James at a convention in Chicago. I first noticed him at one of the seminars.

We were sitting across from each other and every time I looked up, I’d catch him staring at me. We’d exchange a smile and then pretend to focus on the presentation, but the only thing on my mind was how it would feel to be alone with him.

Unfortunately, we never had more than five minutes of privacy. And these days, keeping down company expenses means sharing a room with a coworker. James worked in Washington and I worked in New York, so the best we could do was exchange business cards and say, “Nice meeting you — keep in touch.”

But two weeks after the seminar, James actually called me. He said he’d been thinking about me and wanted to see me. He wondered if I could take some time off because he could get a great deal on a mini cruise out of New York, but we would have to leave that weekend. It was Friday, the ship sailed the next day, and I’d never done anything remotely like this, but I really wanted to hook up with him. Just hearing his voice again made me wet.

I told James to e-mail me the details and I’d meet him at the pier the next day. With visions of rampant sex on the high seas, I arranged to take time off and hightailed it to the nearest full-service salon.

On Saturday, I met James at the pier. As soon as we laid eyes on each other, the sparks flew. He looked even better than I remembered, or maybe I was just in lust. It didn’t matter — the heat was there and it wasn’t one sided. We embraced at the entrance and locked lips shamelessly until I had to come up for air.

“James, I’m happy to see you, too, but we’d better find our cabin,” I said. We checked in and raced to our suite. Once inside, we hung the DO NOT DISTURB sign on the door and tore off each other’s clothes.

“What about the luggage?” I asked as his hands roamed over my body and he kissed my taut nipples.

“They’ll leave it outside the door,” he said, still sucking and nipping at my breasts. I moaned when he broke contact and turned me to face the dresser. He knelt behind me and finally placed his lips where I needed them most. He was all tongue and fingers, coaxing moans and cries from me as I surrendered to the pleasure. If it hadn’t been for the dresser, I would have fallen flat on my face.

“James, I need you now!” I said as I gripped the dresser, eagerly awaiting the relief that only a good hard cock could provide.

Right on cue, James stood up, cupped my breasts with his hands, and drove into me from behind. The initial thrust sent a shock wave through me and I came immediately, panting and crying out for him to keep going. And he did. James kept fucking me with a steady rhythm that drove me to the brink of yet another orgasm. When I caught my reflection in the mirror above the dresser, I saw the face of a woman on the edge of a massive climax.

“Kim,” James said, “I can’t hold out any longer.”

“You don’t have to,” I said as he tightened his embrace and erupted inside me. What an absolute rush! My heart was still racing, but I could barely stand. James was breathing as hard as I was, but he picked me up and carried me to the bed.

I don’t know how long we stayed in the cabin before checking out the rest of the ship, but when we did, we got knowing smiles from the other passengers. I couldn’t care less — it was all worth it! We did manage to leave the ship when it docked for a day, but most of our time was spent in our cabin or in some secluded corner.