OOC: Danielle is new here and is going to play the Danielle character while I play James, the college professor producing the entertainment on a cruise ship in the Mediterranean.
An Odyssey With Danielle:
I hoisted my seabag out of the back of the ancient taxi and looked down a long wharf along the midnight blue side of the ship. The smell of the sea filled my nostrils, partly bad, partly fresh and salty. High above me the raised gold lettering marked this as the Crown Odyssey, my home and stage for the next three months.
"I needed this. I needed a new adventure," I told myself, beginning to get a high on for the adventure. The whistle of a passing ship really got me going. A new swing in my step, a big smile on my face, I headed for a gang plank.
One too many students had called me the "Silver Fox." That was what had started it. A little grey had started migrating into my full head of normally black hair. Distinguished some might say, me being one of them. But, a college campus full of 2o year olds, was enough to make me sensitive enough to decide to celebrate my 47th birthday at sea. I had taken the job of producing and directing the entertainment for a series of cruises in the Mediterranean. It was a short sabbatical from teaching drama and creative writing.
"James Bellamy," I said to the first person I met in a uniform, "I'm working aboard, who do I need to report in to?"
"I'm you man. James, is it?" the clipped English accent seemed official enough. "Right, going to take care of our entertainment, are you? That's great, welcome to the Crown Odyssey. Anything I can do let me know, I'm Baker, the Purser. Fraid we have a full boat this trip, I've had to bunk you in with one of your mates, I hope that's OK for now. Chap named, let's see, ……… yes, here it is, Daniel Deems."
"Oh, really? Hmmm, …………… thought it was to be .." I paused, a frown furrowing my brow.
"Yes, I know, I know, private room. Listen I'll try to sort it out if you can make do temporarily with a room mate. I'll appreciate it and the suite is pretty nice as well, it was the least I could do under the circumstances. All right?
"Oh, well, yes, sure, OK. Lead on."
"Williams, can you show my Bellamy to his quarters? Talk to you later, Bellamy. Good luck."
Through endless hallways and ladders, I followed 'Williams' who dropped me in front of suite 731 and left me to my own devices. The key worked and I pushed the door open and swung my bag inside.
"Oh! ……… "
She stood wide eyed, tall and leggy, slim and beautiful, her golden hair swirling as she whirled to find me.
"Oops, sorry," I muttered looking quickly at the key. She was standing there barefoot and nothing but a pair of white panties covering her lovely curves. She was about 5'6" or 5'7" and her breasts were delightful, slightly larger than expected for such a slim girl. It gave her that surprising look of elegance which came with that combination, at least to my mind it did. All of this I managed to absorb before looking to verify that I had the right key. Don't ask me why.
She retrieved her bra and was holding it modestly in front of her, then slowly let it slide down a little and looked at me with a direct, honest look from blue eyes filled with confidence or at least a damned good representation of confidence.
"Who are you?" She said, eyes rather wide open.
"Sorry, my name is James, …….. uh, James Bellamy. Sorry, they must have made a mistake. I'll …………"
"I won't tell if you won't! I'm Danielle, I think we may be working together?"
An Odyssey With Danielle:
I hoisted my seabag out of the back of the ancient taxi and looked down a long wharf along the midnight blue side of the ship. The smell of the sea filled my nostrils, partly bad, partly fresh and salty. High above me the raised gold lettering marked this as the Crown Odyssey, my home and stage for the next three months.
"I needed this. I needed a new adventure," I told myself, beginning to get a high on for the adventure. The whistle of a passing ship really got me going. A new swing in my step, a big smile on my face, I headed for a gang plank.
One too many students had called me the "Silver Fox." That was what had started it. A little grey had started migrating into my full head of normally black hair. Distinguished some might say, me being one of them. But, a college campus full of 2o year olds, was enough to make me sensitive enough to decide to celebrate my 47th birthday at sea. I had taken the job of producing and directing the entertainment for a series of cruises in the Mediterranean. It was a short sabbatical from teaching drama and creative writing.
"James Bellamy," I said to the first person I met in a uniform, "I'm working aboard, who do I need to report in to?"
"I'm you man. James, is it?" the clipped English accent seemed official enough. "Right, going to take care of our entertainment, are you? That's great, welcome to the Crown Odyssey. Anything I can do let me know, I'm Baker, the Purser. Fraid we have a full boat this trip, I've had to bunk you in with one of your mates, I hope that's OK for now. Chap named, let's see, ……… yes, here it is, Daniel Deems."
"Oh, really? Hmmm, …………… thought it was to be .." I paused, a frown furrowing my brow.
"Yes, I know, I know, private room. Listen I'll try to sort it out if you can make do temporarily with a room mate. I'll appreciate it and the suite is pretty nice as well, it was the least I could do under the circumstances. All right?
"Oh, well, yes, sure, OK. Lead on."
"Williams, can you show my Bellamy to his quarters? Talk to you later, Bellamy. Good luck."
Through endless hallways and ladders, I followed 'Williams' who dropped me in front of suite 731 and left me to my own devices. The key worked and I pushed the door open and swung my bag inside.
"Oh! ……… "
She stood wide eyed, tall and leggy, slim and beautiful, her golden hair swirling as she whirled to find me.
"Oops, sorry," I muttered looking quickly at the key. She was standing there barefoot and nothing but a pair of white panties covering her lovely curves. She was about 5'6" or 5'7" and her breasts were delightful, slightly larger than expected for such a slim girl. It gave her that surprising look of elegance which came with that combination, at least to my mind it did. All of this I managed to absorb before looking to verify that I had the right key. Don't ask me why.
She retrieved her bra and was holding it modestly in front of her, then slowly let it slide down a little and looked at me with a direct, honest look from blue eyes filled with confidence or at least a damned good representation of confidence.
"Who are you?" She said, eyes rather wide open.
"Sorry, my name is James, …….. uh, James Bellamy. Sorry, they must have made a mistake. I'll …………"
"I won't tell if you won't! I'm Danielle, I think we may be working together?"