My family had talked about the trip for years, planned it carefully and each of us were excited about doing it, but we never were able to find a long enough stretch of time when all four of us were free. After all, you don’t just do Alaska in a long weekend! That’s how my sister and I found ourselves tagging along on a family vacation that summer rather than taking summer session classes at the U. Dad insisted. “It’s our last chance because soon you’ll both be busy building your careers and raising your families.” Neither Sis nor I were married or even in a serious relationship, but Dad was already enjoying the grandchildren he was sure he could will into existance. He was right about the trip, though. If we were ever going to do it we had to make it work now.
It was a dream trip. Fly to Anchorage, Alaska Railroad to Denali, then down to Seward to explore the Kenai. We took the cruise back because it was *the* way to see the glaciers. We sailed out of Seward and were getting our sea legs, four land lubbers hoping and praying the Gulf of Alaska would remember it was attached to the Pacific Ocean. Mom had a good supply of dramamine just in case. Luckily the crossing was uneventful and we sailed in to our first port of call.
I was on the Promenade deck, waiting for the rest of the family to head out for a hike when I saw her. She was disembarking with two older people, presumably parents. What a striking beauty. Long dark hair falling onto her shoulders, a slender build with long legs. She was slender, not skinny. I noticed the way her hips swayed as she walked and as the three stood on the dock looking about to get their bearings I noticed her breasts and butt did a very nice job of filling out the lightweight summer dress she was wearing. I won’t claim it was love at first sight, but will admit to lust at first glance. She was the kind of woman who made everything else in a scene fade to black and white as soon as you noticed her. I was anxious to see the glaciers but dying to see more of her. Feeling a bit like a creep, but curious enough to swallow my pride, I pulled my binoculars out of my bag but by the time I got them out of the case they had wandered off.
As soon as we got back to the ship I started searching, exploring all the decks, dining rooms and lounges in search of the rare beauty I knew was aboard. I caught an occasional glimpse, but never managed to catch up with her.
My luck changed when I stepped into an activities lounge. There she was sitting alone. I quickened my step and headed directly for her. My goal was in sight, within reach. So close, and then, she leaned over to pull her cell phone out of her purse. She had to poke around a bit to find it and as she did so she gave me a present I won’t soon forget. Her top was a scoop neck sort of thing and as she leaned over to dig around in the purse her more than ample breasts pressed together. The sight of her cleavage had it’s expected effect so I sat down quicky in the nearest chair. She talked a few minutes and then rose, grabbed her purse and stepped toward the door. I was about to risk embarassment when a cheery voice stopped me.
“Davey! How *great* to see you. Ooh, we can be partners!” I looked up to see two very large, uh, I guess you would call them bosoms, staring me in the face. As I craned my neck to peer over the mounds I saw the pretty face of Mrs. Schnarzer smiling brightly at me. She was very attractive, in her way, with the little crevices at her eyes and the corners of her mouth adding character to her pleasant face. Her platinum blond hair had that bluish tinge that said VO-5! She smothered me with a big hug, making sure to stroke my hair as she pressed my mouth and nose into her, uh, bosoms. As soon as she let me come up for air she sat close and clamped a hand on my knee. “You write, Davey. Call me old fashioned, but I just think a man should be in charge of his pencil. She leaned in close and winked. “Bet you know what to do with your pencil, Davey!”
Later that night I resumed my quest and my diligence was rewarded. I was on the Lido deck and looked up to see her, standing at the railing of the Promenade, facing the bow with arms stretched out and feet slightly apart embracing the pleasant ocean breeze that gently and playfully tossed her lustrous dark hair. The breeze was stiff enough to press the light fabric of her dress against her body.
For an instant I was frozen in place, enraptured, unable to move. But then I realized I had better climb the stairway to the promenade and strike up a conversation. I took the steps two at a time, certain the vision would be gone when I reached the spot. But no! There she was. I slowed my gait and walked up to her slowly, putting on my worldly smile, my sophisticated look. I said “Hello” and she returned the greeting with a look that said she was glad to seem me. We talked about the beautiful evening, the pleasant ocean breeze, the dramatic glaciers and the frolicking Orca we had seen earlier in the day. She shivered at the chill barging in to the breeze as the sun went down. I slipped and arm around her and she pressed her face into my chest. “Let’s go down to the Lido Deck. There’s shelter from the breeze.” She grinned at me and said “And from prying eyes too.”
We found a cozy spot, sheltered from the weather and from those prying eyes. Her kisses were delicious, her huge breasts so inviting, so soft and warm. But then tragedy struck. A huge chunk of ice crashed against my skull. I hugged her close trying to protect her. The noise was deafening. “Hey, Davey! Wake up son, and give me my pillow back. I think you were dreaming about Mrs. Schnarzer. I mean, she does have big ones, but … Boy, we better get you back to campus so you can get some. Mrs. Schnarzer? Yeah, right!” I shook the sleep out of my head. “Sorry dad. Yeah, it was a real weird dream.” I sighed.
I never did run into the beauty again, even though I scoured the ship. But the cruise was wonderful and we all four of us agreed we owed dad big thanks for pushing us to do it. All that was left was the flight home. I ended up with an aisle and was studying the baggage handlers working below the window.
“Hi! Uh, I’m in the window. I’m sorry to trouble you.” I looked up and smiled and rose to let her get to her seat. “No trouble.” I said “It’s my pleasure.” She stopped and looked up at me with a warm smile and answered “Mine too!” Her finger traced the logo on my tee shirt. “I’m starting in the fall. Maybe you can show me around.”
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