The Cruise

[Kineser]

THIS IS A CLOSED THREAD FOR KINESER AND ARTFUL. PLEASE DO NOT POST EXCEPT BY INVITATION. THANK YOU AND ENJOY.

Annabel Xu, 48, at 5’5, is tall for an Asian woman. She has features of great perfection, such as a great classical sculptor might have produced. Her eyes are a warm brown, with gold flecks in it, and her straight dark hair comes down to her waist, which she usually wears up in a neat bun at the nape of her neck, exposing an exquisitely slender neckline. Her sensuous lips are always ready to smile. Her slender frame is complemented by smallish breasts, a flat tummy, a small waist and long legs. Anabel Xu is a real oriental beauty.



OOC:
She was considered to be a most beautiful woman by all those who were fortunate enough to know her. Although almost fifty years young, men from all over the world vied
for her hand. She had socialised in the world’s jet set for the last thirty years, and everyone who knew her, agreed that Anabel Xu would be a most excellent catch for any man.

The daughter of a wealthy shipping magnate. Her mother died while giving birth to Anabel. While the doctors had struggled in vain to save the Mother, they miraculously
succeeded in saving the newborn infant. Her older brother, Jason, and Anabel were constantly shifted about in an endless stream of governesses and 'aunties' (actually their father's mistresses as he never married again).

At nineteen, Anabel was married out to a best friend of the family, also a member of the wealthy elite circle of businessmen, who were constantly attending the dinners hosted by her father. Thirty years her senior, he seemed not to be a likely candidate for marital bliss. Even so, she was happy in her marriage to him. He was more than kind to her and loved her very much. In fact, he worshipped the ground on which she walked. During that 16 year marriage, Anabel had tried in vain to bear him a son but was unable to do so, nor did she produce any offspring at all.

When her husband passed away, due to a massive heart attack, she was still only 35 years old, a fully developed, highly educated woman. Her husband had bequeathed all his assets to Anabel, leaving her with more than a substantial inheritance.

Since that time, the beautiful and super rich Anabel had an endless stream of suitors. When she was forty, she remarried. This time to a fifty year old widower, whose wife had only recently passed away. In the beginning, there were many enjoyable occasions they shared together. But as time slipped by, his habits of gambling and whoring, made her very unhappy. In the end they often quarrelled, with his 5 children always aligned against her, while siding with him on every issue .

The 5 years of her second marriage, was a very stressful time for Anabel. When she finally gave up and filed for divorce, she asked for nothing. Just to be free of him and his erring ways was all she wanted. Shrewdly, she had kept her late husbands wealth separate from the new marriage, along with a sizable income from the family's shipping empire. Yes, at forty years of age, she once more was unattached and free to dance with the wind.

Again men beat a path to her door, to woo her. Young and old, rich and poor. Any man would be proud to have her on his arm, but most were only interested in acquiring her
fortune. She could see through most of them, and those passing her cursory inspection, were subjected to a closer examination by her brother.

Then she met a man, about her age. He was well to do, good looking, and passed Jason’s close examination with flying colors. He was dashing, funny, a good dancer, fast talker, and seemed to genuinely care for her. She fell for him. They had been going out for about
two months, when for the first time, he asked her to spend the night with him after an enjoyable evening, filled with dining and dancing at a few of the *ELITE* clubs around town. With romance singing its song through her soul, she eagerly accepted, and they
soon arrived at his home.

To her utter horror, as soon as they arrived, he blindfolded her and took her to his playroom in the basement. He toyed with her in many painful ways before penetrating her, he slapped and beat her into tearful submission, then took her forcefully. Gone were all feelings of romance. The next day, Anabel broke off with him, never wanting to set
her eyes on him again. Confiding the event to her brother, he advised her to go on a cruise, while he attended to the matter in a personal way. Anabel's fleshly wounds had healed, but her faith in men had not.



IC:
It was unfortunate that Jason’s youngest son Kevin became sick with the measles just a day before the Cruise. Initially, her sister in law, Maryann, was going to accompany Anabel on this cruise. They had a double state room booked for the two weeks of the cruise. Now Maryann had to stay home, but both she and Jason urged Anabel to go. It was too late to find someone else to take Ann’s place, and in a way, Anabel was glad to be alone. She would be able to stay in her room, and not be bothered by the other passengers. Even quiet, understanding Ann would have been too much for Anabel at the moment. She just wanted to be alone and get over her bad experience.

Only a month ago, she thought that there would be romance in her life. At last she found someone her age, who was both handsome and rich, so she didn’t have to worry that he married her because of her money or her beauty. But her hopes and dreams were dashed when he turned out to be a monster, who could only find satisfaction by hurting his women. Now all the bruises and wounds on her skin and flesh had started to fade, and so had his memory. But Anabel was still wary, and wanted to be left alone.

“I’m not here to find a husband, I just want to get over my unhappiness by enjoying the sea air and panorama,” she thought. She did not intend to socialize with the other passengers.

 

[artful]

Arthur N. Kaugneeto

OOC:
50 years old/male/African-Asian descent
HEIGHT=5' 11"
WEIGHT=185 lbs.
OCCUPATION=Independent Stock/Commodoties Trader
EDUCATION-only as gleaned from experiences in life,and short courses on things which INTERESTED him
MARITAL STATUS=NEVER MARRIED=Looking for a worthy wife
FINANCIAL net worth=ACCOUNTANTS were constantly trying to estimate(nobody knew)
MILITARY=moshimbwa trained-but curiously,no branch of service was listed
Businessmen of ALL categories constantly sought his favors,as he alone could make or break a company by his manipulation of commodoties world wide.
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Art had finished talking to Jason on the phone,and as he cradled the hand set,a wide smile displayed across his smooth handsome face."YESSSSSSSSSS",He exclaimed aloud,finally he would meet Annabel Xu.

 

[Kineser]

ANABEL

It took some time before all the passengers were assigned to their rooms, luggage brought to alotted rooms, and all passengers settled in. Anabel sighed with relief. She'd noticed the stares from the other passengers, although as usual, she ignored them. Not that she was aloof or proud, but she just wanted to be left alone. She'd be perfectly happy if NOONE spoke to her during the cruise, except maybe the stewards or waiters.

Thus she didn't notice how a very handsome, tall and dark skinned man looked at her all the time, and when she walked past him, made as if he was going to talk to her, but she sailed by with her nose in the wind and the opportunity was gone.

She did nod to the Captain, when she came aboard, but did not acknowledge his invitation to share Captain's table at dinner that night. She planned to stay in her room and have room service.

Now she was in her room, unpacking. She large double room was one of only two of the best cabins the ship had to offer. "Trust Jason to always get the best for her," she smiled inwardly.

Wanting to keep her mind occupied, she donned her recently purchased white bikini outfit, with matching T-shirt; slipped a pair of slacks over her still shapely legs, and reached for her wide brimmed hat and sunglasses. Checking herself one last time in the expansive mirror anchored firmly to the bulkhead, she hastily snatched up the unread Patricia Cromwell novel (no romance novels for her!), and headed topside.

She wanted to catch a little sun before it got too hot, and watch the action of the harbor as the tugs eased the monstrous liner away from the dock, and out of port. Growing up,she had witnessed the event untold times, but never seemed to tire of it. The air would be fresh and exhilarating, and that was just what she needed at the moment.

 

[artful]

Art

OOC:
Houston,Tx.,...near fifty years ago,...was the recipient of a most precious gift.The gift was hidden deep within two tattered,well worn blankets,which covered the infant well,allowing space for the soft round face to be seen if one stood directly over him.

It had been placed in a shopping cart,(supposedly) abandoned by its mother.That is ALL Art knew of his beginning.In later years he had spent a lot of time and money trying to find out more,but to no avail.

The great state of Texas,not being able to find Art a home,accepted him as a ward,and the years peeled by.

Shuffled from one agency to another,he survived because he was intelligent.In school he gorged himself on specific areas of interest.With others,he simply shrugged them off,and therefore received C's and D's in most of his studies.

Upon turning eighteen,the great state of Texas issued him a'Document of Birth'.It was NOT a birth certificate,the counselor had advised him,but it served the purposes of legal identification.

Not having an interest in higher academics,he then set out to make his fortune.He did so by mowing yards,odd jobs,and occasional stints at unloading boxcars at the rail yard.

One day,as Art was diligently trimming the hedges at the Rheinspehr Estate,the elder Rheinspehr walked out and interrupted his work.

He complimented Art on his work,telling him he also noted how Art appeared promptly at 8:00 a.m., each Wednesday morning and reported to the caretaker of the grounds.

One thing led to another,and Art began to learn how to buy and sell commodities,making a profit whether the price went up or down.Five years later,Mr. Rheinspehr passed away,but he had accomplished what he had set out to do.He had taught Art how to steadily increase his net worth month after month,year after year.

Art now had a sizeable account with a half dozen commodities brokers,and set about insuring his anonymity.Over the period of the next twenty years,he had obtained twenty nine foolproof birth certificates and documents,each with their own separate identity,and had his massive holdings spread out somewhat evenly to each identity.

All of his business was conducted via telephone or internet.He stayed out of the public's eye,and few people had any idea how powerful he was.Jason was one of the few!

For seven years,Jason had tried to interest Art in pursuing the hand of Annabel,he had sent Art dozens of pictures showing Annabel attending many different functions,and a couple of close-ups as she had entered Jason's office.

It was amazing to him,not only her beauty,but how little she changed from the time of the first photo sent,till the last he had received only this morning.He had many opportunities to involve himself in a lasting relationship with women,but one way or the other,they failed to deliver the trust he desired to have,...to share.

Art was far out in front of the market makers,hell he controlled the markets he was in.His brokers had their orders,it was time to take a break.That's when he picked up the phone and called Jason,informing him of his plan to meet Annabel unannounced on board the cruise.


IC:
Jason assured him the Captain would make full accomodations for him and grant him full access to everything on board,while steering clear of Art until he wished to be publicly recognised for who he was.

Excitedly Art began making travel arrangements to where the ship was to depart and went shopping.
His luggage was light,as he had been assured by Jason,most things would be available at the ships stores.

When the non-stop overseas flight landed at Bangkok,he laughed aloud to himself realising "Hell,he had never been on a Cruise ship before,"and,"Well, he would be at the mercies of the gods till he became familiar with the layout and activities afforded on board."

As Jason had promised,the chauffered limo with the familiar ships logo plastered on the side of the front door,awaited curbside to transport him to the ship.He had arrived early morning,and was pleased to see the Captain on deck as he stepped forward from the gangway.It was 0200 hours local time.

The Captain,extended his hand for a brief shake, saying,"You must be weary from that long flight,please allow me to show you to your quarters."In doing so,he informed me he would have a steward waken me an hour before the start of allowing the other passengers to board.

I thanked him for his courtesy,and as the door shut behind him,undressed,flopped on the bed,and was asleep in less than two minutes.

 

[Kineser]

Anabel

Lounge chairs were laid out on deck, and Anabel chose one that was isolated. She lay down and started to read. All around her people in all states of undress were soaking up the sun. Men were mostly in speedos, some in bermuda's. All were bare chested. The women and girls were mostly in swimsuits or bikinis. A few were even topless. Suddenly Anabel felt overdressed. And if she wanted to get a tan, she definitely had to shed some of her clothes.

She sat up and took off her T, and then eased her slacks down without getting up. Even so, she noticed some of her neighboring loungers turn their heads and look her way.

She settled back and opened her book.

 

[artful]

Art

(~RAP~RAP~RAP~)I awoke at the sound of a rather sharp rapping on the door to my cabin.A strained tenor voice filtered through from the outside passageway saying,"Sir,...SIR!...Please to wake up! De Captun ask to PLEASE wake up sir!

Groggily I cleared my throat and responded somewhat roughly,"Okay,...OKAY!,...I'm AWAKE!
(~RAP~RAP~RAP~),"Sir,...SIR!...Please to wake up! De Captun ask to PLEASE wake up sir!

Rubbing my eyes,I rolled off the bed,and cracking open the door a few inches,wearily replied,"yes, thank you very much,"and slipped a fiver around the edge of the door,waiting to feel the gentle tug of it being taken.After waiting a moment,I opened the door further and peeked out.To my surprise,having looked both ways,the passageway was empty,not a soul in sight.

I closed the door,and prepared to unpack a few personal items prior to to taking a shower.~~~ Feeling invigorated by the stinging spray,I hurriedly toweled off,and as I stepped from the bathroom,I noticed a stack of parcels on the foot of my bed.Puzzled,I started flipping open the lids to view what lay inside.

Four matching bermuda short outfits,replete with briefs,V-necked T-shirts and socks.A light tan windbreaker with hood,and a pair of size 10 1/2 Reeboks.The card sticking up on edge in the shoe box stated simply: Welcome aboard the 'GOLDEN LOTUS',An associate of yours assured me these were the correct sizes,but if something is amiss,please leave a note on the ships stationary on your desk,and it will be corrected promptly.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE CAPTAIN

Impressed with the attention afforded me by the Captain,on this,~~~surely one of his busiest days, I made a mental note to make sure he would be richly rewarded.

I glanced at my watch as I slipped it on my wrist, and saw I had only 15 minutes before passengers would begin boarding.I quickly splashed Musk cologne over my shoulders and across my chest, slid into one of the pre-washed outfits,snuggled my feet in the Reeboks,and dashed out the door.

Everyting had fit perfect.Reaching the metal stairway,I bounded up two at a time,and stepped through the open hatch into a flurry of activity.
The sun had risen,displaying the colorful banners waving softly in the light breeze.

Grabbing a bagel and a cup of coffee from a portable buffet,which had just been wheeled into place nearby,I shuffled to the guard rail,to watch the passengers board.I eagerly looked on as the OOD,(Officer on Deck)spoke into the megaphone directed toward the huddled group below.

"THE GOLDEN LOTUS IS NOW BOARDING PASSENGERS FOR SINGAPORE,PLEASE KEEP ONE HAND ON THE SIDE SUPPORTS AS YOU COME UP THE GANGWAY"

A ships officer undid the small chain,strung from post to post at the bottom of the gangway,and people began jostling forward to board.

Even at this distance,I recognised Annabel as she gracefully ascended the gangway,others seem to allow her space of their own accord,her fluid movements were as an artist would have captured to preserve for eternity.I casually drifted over to where she would pass nearby when she arrived on deck,and as she stepped by,...I leaned forward slightly,closed my eyes,and inhaled her fragrance.

Her subtle,yet distinct scent aroused me as it wafted through my flared nostrils.When opening my eyes,I was barely able to catch a glimpse of her as she stepped through the same hatchway I had come through as I made my way topside earlier.

It was apparent all the ships officers and key personnel had been appraised to not interfere with ANY of my actions,as I hurriedly crashed through the line of passengers,and brushed by the OOD in hot pursuit.(I intended following her to see what cabin she had been berthed in,without having to enquire of anyone the location.)

Seeing her enter the stateroom opposite to mine, was like receiving a gift from God.I waited till she had closed the door behind her,then slipped back inside,to leave my door slightly cracked so I would be able to hear her if she left.

I busied myself quietly unpacking and stowing away my new outfits from home,as well as the ones the Captain had so thoughtfully left on my bed earlier.

Still not having finished unpacking,I heard a ~whuffing snap~that sounded like it may have been a door closing.Sure enough,...as I tentatively opened my door and peeked out,I saw Annabel take the first step on the stairway leading up to the main deck.

Keeping my distance,so as not to be noticed,I followed her as she ascended a couple of flights up to the sun deck.I noted the two tennis courts,a large swimming pool,and a shallow wading pool for kids to play in.Shuffle board markings,along with other brightly painted lines I didn't recognise, had been recently painted over,displaying various color contrasts to the dull matte green of the deck.

As Annabel looked back and forth deciding which lounge to take.I avoided eye contact with her and began walking along a pathway,clearly designated as a jogging track,that completely circled the sun deck.

I didn't want to approach her introducing myself to her as Jason's friend,and walking around the track was much easier to do than to just stand around somewhere,thinking of what next to do.

 

[Kineser]

ANABEL

After she'd read for a while, she started to notice people walking about. In particular, ahe noticed a man in a polo shirt and bermudas, walk past on the jogging path. He looked vaguely familiar. His dark skin contrastied sharply with the light colors of his neatly pressed clothes. She smelled his expensive musky cologne, and something stirred inside her. Something that she quickly extinguished with a shrug. "I don't need a man," she thought, "not for company, not for sex, not at all!"

She buried her nose back in her book, she had always loved to read, and lately her taste had been mostly for detective novels and thrillers. She didn't want to read about romance, as it was the thing that was farthest from her mind at the moment. In fact, she felt she was done with men.

"I'm 48 years old", she reminded herself. "I have enough money, so I don't need anybody to take care of me. I have my hobbies, my interests, my social functions. I have people to do things for me: a cook, a laundress, a seamstress, a secretary, a personal maid. I can have many more if need be. When I'm lonely, I have my friends," she smiled wryly at this, knowing that the jet-set people she interacted with could hardly be called 'friends'. They all competed who had the biggest house, or the most luxurious yacht, wore the latest fashion or the most outrageous jewelery, who gave the best party and had the most impressive guest list. She was tired from all that, especially since all her 'friends' were continually on the look out for a suitable mate for her. Well, she would surprise them. After her last harrowing encounter, she was done with men. She was not in the market for another husband anymore. She didn't care what anybody else said, even Jason.

"A woman needs a man to take care of her," he always told her, "An unattached woman, especially of your class will always be prey for fortune hunters, embezzlers and other criminal minds. A husband will protect you." She had listened to him, and married the men of his choice. Her first marriage was wonderful, but Wang died too soon. She was only 35 when he passed away at 65, died on the golf court of a coronary. Leaving her with a substantial inheritance but no children.

Her second husband was a good man, at least at the beginning of their marriage, until the gambling demon got him in his clutches. She remembered the first time he tried his luck at a casino in Las Vegas. They were still on their honeymoon then. He'd never gambled before, and had what they call beginner's luck. He got hooked that night, and when Anabel asked him to go back to their hotel, he refused. That was the first night she spent alone, while he squandered away his money. With the gambling came the women. If Anabel accompanied him, something she abhorred, because it seemed to give him her endorsement, no women came, but without her escort, women came like bees to the honeypot. And he succumbed to them, to her horror.

For five years she endured this humiliation, and then she couldn't take it any longer. She'd turned to his 5 children numerous times for support, but their mistaken view of her as a wicked step mother, caused these young teenagers to blindly take their father's side. Not wanting to see fault in his actions, but accusing her of wanting to grab his money while she already had so much of her own. In the end she told Jason everything and he helped her get a quick divorce without a settlement.

Once again in the market for marriage, she fell for her divorce attorney, a dashing man with a quick wit and a handsome smile. He was already well off, and Jason couldn't find anything wrong in his past. Little did they know of the dark secret of his dungeon. She still shuddered at the horor of it and the humiliating night she spent at his house.

Before the cruise she'd told Jason that she knew Jason cared for her, and she also loved him and his family. "Let that be enough. I don't need a husband. You're all the family I need. I can get people I need to do whatever needs to be done. I can hire bodyguards if you're worried anybody would do me harm. And when I'm old and feeble, I can hire nurses and doctors to take care of me. I'm too old to have children anyway, and your children are like my own. So please stop 'doing me a favor', do not set me up with your aquaintances anymore." Jason had smiled and agreed, but she was still wary because she knew what Jason thought was right and she also knew his cunning mind.

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Anabel started, she realized that she must have fallen asleep, and she needed to get back inside lest her unprotected skin get sunburned. In her haste to get on the sundeck she failed to put on sun screen lotion.

It had gotten warmer, and children were running about. She also noticed that her stomach had started to growl. "Breakfast would be nice," she thought. "Room service even better," she decided.

Hastily she got up and quickly walked down the stairs back to her room, her clothes draped over her arm. She failed to notice that her book had fallen down in her hurry.

 

[artful]

Art

As I ambled slowly around the pathway,my mind flitting from one scheme to another,trying to find a plan whereupon I could ~accidently~get her attention.I stopped from time to time,and stealing unobserved glimpses of her reclining in the lounge,peered out over the harbor.

Reflecting on the age old pursuits of sea gulls as they drifted effortlessly above the ship.Suddenly swooping down to capture pieces of bread,being tossed up by a group of children at the far edge of the deck. They met each encounter with a joyous shout of glee,or a groan of disappointment,at every failed attempt.

The harbor was alive with activity.The smaller boats and sampans moved as if coordinated by a higher power,barely missing one another in an endless movement as graceful as that of Anabel as she boarded ship earlier.

With that thought in mind,I casually looked back over my shoulder to find she had rid her body of the baggy pants she had been wearing,and was truly soaking up rays of the higher climbing sun.

Her appearance showed she was totally immersed in the paperback novel she was reading,and I reversed back to where I could get a closer view of those glamorous legs.

As I neared where she reclined,I observed her flawless legs crossed at the ankles preventing her inner thighs from being viewed by any passerbys.
I marvelled inwardly at the smooth texture of her taut silken skin.

A sudden rumble in my belly reminded me I hadn't eaten,except for the hastily grabbed bagel when boarding had begun.Taking one more look at the lovely Anabel,I sauntered off in pursuit of something to fill my belly,...not my eyes.

Some time had passed by as I leisurely visited the buffet a couple of times,and then returned to the sun deck.

As I glanced at the empty lounge where she had been reclining,...I felt a heaviness settle upon my shoulders.Clearly disappointed and vexed at her absence,I started to turn away,when I noted the fluttering of a few pages riffled in the breeze.
The paperback book she had been reading was laying face open,partially under her chair.

Curious,I bent down,retrieved the book,and noted it was a novel by Patricia Cromwell.I stuck the novel in my oversized back pocket and returned to my cabin,somewhat elated at possessing something that belonged to her.

 

[Kineser]

ANABEL

Having ordered breakfast, she went to the luxurious bathroom adjoining her stateroom. Taking sun screen lotion from her cosmetics case, she started to liberally smear it into her skin. Standing in front of the full length mirror behind the door, she made sure that every inch of her exposed skin was treated.

She looked appraisingly at her image. Her soft blemishless skin belied her 48 years. Her skin was still firm, and no 'orange peel skin' was in evidence on her thighs. Her breasts were not large, and didn't sag, and she'd made sure to trim her pubes, so that no hair escaped the lines of her white bikini.

Although Anabel was a very sensuous woman, she believed she could do without men for the rest of her life. And she knew just how she was going to do it.

At a knock at her door, she hastily pulled on a robe and opened the door to admit a steward bearing a tray with her breakfast. As he set out everything on the table, she quickly fished in her purse for a tip and was rewarded with a big smile of thanks. Anabel sat down and enjoyed her breakfast of croisants, marmalade, apple juice and coffee. Then she opened her laptop to e-mail Jason and Maryann to enquire after little Kevin.

That done, she logged into Literotica, went to the Literotica Discussion Board and then to Sexual Role Playing. Yes this was her secret, how she managed to control her raging hormones, while looking cool to outsiders.

In here, under the nick Lady_Jade, she had more than 2000 posts under her belt. A sought after posting partner for many male posters, because of her sensuous word play, her wit and her sensitiveness. Every morning after breakfast, she logged in, as she did today. She read the threads that she played in, posted some, and sighed. Sometimes she got so turned on, she just had to satisfy herself. But today, she was restless, maybe because of being on a cruise. So after only 2 posts, she logged off, carefully locked away her laptop, and prepared to go back outside.

It was then that she realized that her book was not there. She looked everywhere in her cabin, and remembered that she wasn't holding it when she opened her door after sun bathing. "I must have left it on the sun deck", she thought.

Pulling on her white pants and T (it was now too hot to sunbathe), she went outside to the sun deck. She looked everywhere, but couldn't find her book. She asked a few people around, also a steward who walked past, but nobody had seen anything.

 

[artful]

Art

Upon entering my stateroom, I kicked off my shoes and flopped on the bed, still pondering the approach I would choose to ‘accidentally’ meet the alluring Annabel. Feeling the discomfort of the lump in my hip pocket, I rolled slightly and withdrew the novel to lay on the bedside table.

As I stretched out to do so, I saw a slip of crumpled paper fall out to drift lazily and settle on the carpet. Twisting down to retrieve it, I noted the neatly printed WWW address of Literotica.com, and below that, (clearly an ID) Lady_Jade. Excitement grabbed me forcefully, ~Could it be that SHE also posted on the SEXUAL ROLE PLAY forum?~

I bounded from the bed, and in one leap, was settled in the plush chair in front of the desk. I retrieved my laptop from where I had stowed it, plugged it in, and waited for it to load up. It seemed to take forever to load, as the servers were evidently overloaded at this hour. As the connection was made, I nervously typed in my password, and proceeded to Lady_Jade’s public profile page.

I first checked to see if she had posted a pic,~NO LUCK~ Clicking on the VIEW ALL THREADS tab, I began perusing the list of forums and the threads THAT ID had posted on. Still not sure Lady_Jade and Annabel were one and the same. I spent the entire day, cooped up in my stateroom, clicking on post after post, trying to discern if truly they were indeed the same person.

At sometime early on, engaged in my fervent pursuit, I had felt the ship get underway. The event had happened, but I paid it no mind as I continued to *click* and read, *click* and read. Post after post, thread after thread, my knowledge increased as to WHO this mysterious Lady_Jade was.

My brain was AFIRE, if they indeed were the same woman,! Could I unveil the hidden lust buried so deep behind the cool exterior of the woman I had seen lounging on the sun deck this morning?

My belly was once again reminding me it needed food and I called to have dinner sent to my room. Reluctantly tearing myself away from the laptop, I showered and dressed, preparing to go for a jog as soon as I had eaten.

I would take the book along just in case I was lucky enough to run into her, and return it(without her crumpled book marker)saying,"Excuse me, I noticed you on the sun deck this morning, and after you had left, I found this book under the chair you had been resting on. Is it yours?"

I was interrupted by a sharp ~RAP~RAP~RAP~ on my door as the food had evidently arrived.

 

[Kineser]

ANABEL

Feeling dejected, Anabel went back to her room. She felt sorry because it was a new book she'd just purchased a few days before, specially to read on this trip. As she lay back on her bed, clicking on the TV with a remote, she mused: "But surely a ship this grand, would have a library, or a newsstand where I can buy some reading material." She resolved to look for one later. Now she was content to look at a musical show, another thing she loved.

Again she fell asleep, this time dreaming about one of the threads she was posting on in Lit.........

Suddenly she jerked awake... she just remembered: the book, the Patricia Cromwell novel, she'd slipped the piece of paper with the www address and her nick into it. Not that she needed it actually, she knew them all by heart, but it was just one of those stupid habits of her, to keep every piece of paper with all kinds of notes, and just slip them into this or that book. Now what? If anybody found it, what would they think?

But then a smile spread on her beautiful face, as she remembered that she had forgotten to write her name in the book, so no one would know who the book belonged to, and no one would associate the www address and the nick with her.

Satisfied, and having nothing better to do, she logged into the Lit again. Posted on some of her threads and PM'd with some people. "How wonderful this place is", she thought. Here she could be annonymous and live out all her fantasies. "The people on Lit are even nicer than people in the real world. This website is doing a great service to mankind."

It was starting to go dark outside, and Anabel realized she was hungry again. Earlier, she had gracefully declined the Captain's invitation to share his table. Every night, the Captain invited 11 guests to share his table, an honor not bestowed on all passengers. After dinner, there would be dancing, or one could go to one of the bars to listen to music, which they had every kind of: country, latin, pop. One could also go to the disco, or see one of several performances (dances, juggling, a comedy). She decided to ask for a dinner tray and then go to the newstand to find something to read.

After a hamburger and salad (nothing compared to the lavish banquet that was set out in the dining room), Anabel ventured out to find the newstand. She found it on the shopping arcade, next to the drugstore. Theu had novels and magazines, but not the particular novel she was reading. "Oh well, I'll just get something else," she thought as she made her selection. Glancing over at the magazines on display, she saw the usual array of Penthouse, Forum, Hustler and other 'hot' mags. She felt inclined to buy one, but refrained from it: "People will see and take notice." No, outwardly, she would remain the aloof, regal woman of high society. "And if I need a bedtime story, I can always read them at the Lit," she chuckled, as she paid for her purchase: a novel by Kathy Reich and a woman's magazine, Female.

Satisfied that her secrets were save, she sauntered back to her room, breathing in the invigorating sea air on the way.

 

[artful]

Art

I opened the door to find a serving cart outside ,but no one around.I chuckled to myself and pulled it in.Rolling to the desk,I sat eating as I continued my,*clicking* and reading.I sated two appetites together,it seemed I couldn't get enough of either,as I crammed the last morsel of halibut in my mouth.

I decided to wait a bit before returning her book,and tossing it in the top drawer of my desk,shut down the laptop and headed topside.

Arriving at the sun deck,she was nowhere to be found."perhaps dining,"I thought to myself,and headed back down.

Strolling past the shops and arcades that led to the main dining area,I spied Annabel as she stepped to enter the book store harboring novelty gifts and newspapers.

I stealthily approached,making sure to not be seen,and observed her seemingly disinterested glance toward where the ADULT magazines were displayed.As she darted her tongue to moisten her lips,I thought,"Surely this IS the Lady_Jade!"

I needed more than this to convince me entirely though,and as she paid for her purchase,I slid into a nearby shop and waited for her to leave. When she left,I noticed she was in no hurry, stopping and looking in the prominently displayed garments and accessories in the windows of each shop.

I felt I had enough time! My plan was simple.I entered the book shop,bought a PENTHOUSE magazine and hurriedly made my way back to my stateroom.

Jogging easily,by a route I was sure we would not encounter each other,I was certain I had arrived before she did.To be sure,I stood silently in front of my open doorway and waited.

I had almost decided to follow through with my plan at a later time,when I heard soft footfalls on the steps leading down to our passageway.

I recognised her baggy pants before she was low enough on the stairs to be able to see far enough down the passage to spot me.Quickly I tossed the magazine on the deck directly in front of her door,quietly retreated inside and pulled my door softly shut.

With my left ear pressed tightly to the inside of my door,I heard a sharp *CLICK* as she keyed open
the lock,and waited to hear the "whumph" of her closing her door.

I darted a glance out to see the Penthouse had disappeared,and softly pushed my door shut, retreating to my desk.STILL,...this was not proof enough for me,and I switched on my laptop,returned to,*click* and read,*click* and read.

 

[Kineser]

Anabel

Her heels clicking on the deck, she walked back to her room. A few doors down, she spotted something in front of her cabin. "Could that be her book?" she wondered. "Had somebody found it and brought it back?" But no, it was too large and too thin. When she got closer, she recognized it as the Penthouse magazine she saw at the newstand just now. Who put it there, or maybe someone dropped it? Or was it another of the ship's services? Yes, that must be it. Maybe Penthouse distributed them among passengers, or a select few. Anyway, she was welcome to it. She stooped down to pick it up and inserted her key in the lock, pushed her door open and entered her room, kicking the door shut behind her.

Dropping Penthouse and her purchases on a chair, she went into the head to pee, brush her teeth and get ready for bed. Her first day on the cruise was almost over, and she had hardly thought of her last disastrous affair. Good, it seemed that the therapy was working. Tomorrow she was going to the gym. She needed to work out and then sunbathe again on the sundeck. She still planned to have all her meals in her cabin though.

Dressed in a sheer light peach negligee, she sat down on the bed. She eyed her laptop on the dresser, wodering if Jason had written back yet. Pulling it to her, she booted up, connected to the internet and opened her mail. Nothing. Oh well, Jason must be busy. He always was.

Then she opened her lady_jade mail, the one connected to Literotica. Ah, 3 new messages. 2 from people she posted with, wanting to confirm about a story plot. The last one was from someone she didn't know, ebony_man. Wonderingly, she opened it, and read his invitation to a closed thread with him. "I have always dreamed and fantasized of pampering and spoiling an asian lady. I admire your writing skills and would love to start a closed thread with you."

She sat back and remembered that she'd read some of his posts, and found them very good and erotic. She had never thought of making love to a black man, but suddenly, the thought was very arousing. So she typed her reply: "Thank you for your interest. I have also read some of your posts and admire you as a gifted writer. I'm looking forward to post with you. Do you have a theme in mind? Please let me know how we're going to do this. lady_jade"
And underneath she added "PS: Please give me your vital statistics."