Single’s Cruise for Adventure
Publisher: Mark S. R. Sterling
Deb and Carol have been best friends since they shared a dorm room freshman year at LSU. Now the two single women work at the same law firm and search for lasting love relationships. When they embarked on the single’s cruise they expected romance, but it will be the adventure they remember. Exceeding the promises of the cruise brochure, the girls are romanced by ex-Navy SEALs. However, these blossoming affairs are pruned when the girls are arrested by island police for sunbathing topless. Trapped in the clutches of unscrupulous police they learn that their fine will not be paid in dollars. After a preliminary punishment spanking, the realization of the full penalty of their mistake blooms. But the Navy has a plan of action as well. Excerpt from the book:After a couple of hours of dancing and drinking and talking, Deb asks, “Please take me for a walk on the deck. I need some air.” She fans her wine-flushed face. So, we pair up and split up. I’m hoping that this is the first step in an evening that will end with us in a horizontal embrace. However, at the moment Deb does indeed only want to walk around the deck. Along the way my phone vibrates; a message from Ted claiming dibs on our cabin. Again, I am hoping the evening ends horizontal with Deb, but now it will have to be in the girl’s cabin.After a long 15 minutes of walking, Deb finally slows to a stop in a shadowed private spot along the railing. Looking down, she’s watching the water speed past.“It is hypnotizing, isn’t it . . . watching the water,” I say. She looks up at me and smiles. Holding her gaze I continue, “I never grown tired of watching the ocean . . . watching it move. It’s never stationary. Well, almost never. There was this . . . ” She reaches her hands behind my neck and pulls face down to her lips. She wants no more talking, she wants to kiss. In a short moment we break for a breath, quickly wrapping my arms around her I pull her in close for an embracing French kiss. My lips open hers and she gives me command of her whole mouth. Drawing her close, the firmness of her breasts pressing against my chest - yes, she is braless. Running out of air she pulls her tongue free and hugs her cheek to my chest.“Bill,” she starts . . . then pauses.“Yes?” I ask, encouraging her to continue.