── .ᰔ simon riley fucking the hot, older stranger on your cruise
content includes: afab!gn reader, pinv sex, reader gets called a slut once
mmm i'm going on a cruise soon and i've been thinking about something like this for a while. wrote this at 1 am after nutting my brains out so please enjoy:)
you found yourself at one of the many bars on the ship, sitting alone while your group does who knows what else somewhere on board the adults only cruise. you'd been drinking a fruity concoction of liquor, sweet tasting strawberries and more liquor. it left you buzzing and in the mood to move around a bit.
maybe dance but honestly your feet hurt from your excursion the day before. so you sat perched in the barstool, idly listening in on the conversations of the people around you.
glancing at passersby's every now and again. then you spy him, again.
you'd first found yourself sat next to him on one of the pool decks. tanning, sunnies on and a crossword puzzle book in your hands as you enjoyed your 12 pm drink. the perfect way to vacation.
as you lounged in your chair he found his way over through the crowded throngs and settled on the free deck-chair next to you. you saw from the corner of your eye, he looked good. delectable.
brownish blonde hair dusted with salt, tattoos and scars covering muscled arms, a pair of black sunnies on his own face as he relaxed. a six pack that was probably less defined than it used to be, it was a little pudgy. adorable. then you caught a whiff of him, and just your luck he smelt good too.
it took a few minutes of courage before you excused yourself to ask him about the cologne he has on. a few more minutes of prattle about colognes, your puzzle, and oh were you perhaps asking for a boyfriend? you'd told him otherwise, hoping that was a subtle way to gauge your availability status. you chatted for a while longer, he helped you finish a few puzzles before you had to excuse yourself and then- remembering to actually share your name.
"ah, a busy schedule i presume?"
"i wasn't going to let a vacation stop me from my workout routine. which means it's time for me to hit the gym. enjoy yourself, simon."
you give him a smile before scurrying away. leaving the beautiful, older man to enjoy the rest of his tanning hour.
it was your second gym day on your cruise. you were still doing your pre-stretching when you heard the door to the space open again. you'd found that, surprisingly, not a lot of people wanted to workout while on vacation. well unless it was one of the classes you had to sign up for.
you stick to minding your own business though. focusing on steady breathing and your form as you did your varying lunges. a few minutes passed as you blocked out the noise of weights clanking together, now shifted into downward dog. the stretch felt so good and you eased down to a plank- and that smell.
your eyes opened as you finally glanced at the newcomer. there he was, simon.
massive form sporting a pair of short gym shorts and a loose fitting tee shirt that did nothing to hide the fact that he was buff. built like a brick shithouse, as your friends said when they first caught you eyeing the guy. you had to agree, eyes roaming over the way they moved and flexed as he set up his workout.
you kept glancing at each other throughout your individual sessions. you really had tried to focus on your movements but the effort was a lot when there was a gorgeous man covered in a layer of sweat eyeing you in the same manner.
your normally one hour session stretched another thirty and you counted your luck when you both seemed to finish around the same time. cleaning up and chugging your water as you stepped towards to doors. smiling up at him when he opened it for you and trying not to pounce him for a lick as you shared an elevator to your floors.
you saw him again as you were boarding after a day on land. your excursion was exhausting and you were ready to nap in your room for a bit before dinner. when your eyes met he gave you a nod, you returning with a smile and wave. and that was it. he was much too far from you in the line to strike up a new attempt at flirting. just your luck.
somewhere between him getting you a drink, a hand on the back of your stool, and sharing inconsequential information about each other you ended up in his room. his fingers playing with your aching clit over the soaked lace of your panties. wearing nothing but them and a sheen of sweat. a mixture of strawberries and tequila on your tongue as you licked inside of his mouth.
he'd made you cum three times before sliding inside of you. your hole was beyond slick, dripping with a sticky syruped arousal that had simon moaning above you. oh?
you hadn't thought he'd be the type to moan, not with that deep voice of his but the sounds he made had you clenching around his thick shaft.
he sunk in completely, the stretch making you arch off the bed in pleasure. biting down on your lip to hide your sounds. simon didn't give you time to enjoy it, to get used to the stretch of him before pulling out and drawing back in.
those hips covered in scars, healed over flesh and tattoos that were probably your age snapped against your own. you were so glad you'd decided to keep up your workout regimen while on this vacation or else you don't think your legs would be stretching themselves quite this wide to accommodate his size.
you'd probably still be staring at the handsome stranger across the decks bar. trying to gain the courage to stand up, head over and-
"mm- simon! you're so big, oh my gods!"
the new angle had you feeling every drag of him inside of you. no matter how soaked you were, you felt each delicious movement and it only punctuated the arousal that dripped from you.
your legs shook, eyes rolling back in delirious pleasure. a wide grin spreading on your face as your fourth orgasm left you utterly satisfied. happy, preening and craving more of the delicious cock that was kissing your walls so beautifully.
so you hooked one leg over his shoulder and kept your head tilted as he fucked two more orgasms out of you.
"fuck- look at you slut. how are you this wet, hm? this what you're made for, isn't it."
you let out a whine, one of the few sounds you let slip in the small cabin room.
"no? so you don't just let any man fuck this perfect cunt of yours?"
you shiver, shaking your head as your back bows again. "no-no. it's my first- ah yes, yes, yesss!"
your orgasm is undeterred even by the momentary lapse in his thrusts. you can't find it in yourself to care as that feeling of letting go and your mind melting has you grinding your hips against his.
his laughter draws you out though, eyes snapping open to furrow up at him.
"no, no. you're not gon' convince me you're a virgin," he says it as one of his hands slides down your leg. smoothing over the skin of your calf, thigh, over your stomach to feel the way his cock plunges inside of you.
"i wasn't going to, fuck. i meant its my first time- in- in a while. a few years since my ex so not exactly a slut. you on the other hand…"
his eyes lock onto yours. honey brown turned into molten lava as he feels you grip his cock tightly again. how many times could he get you to come? how many times before you lost all sensibilities and stopped giving him fucking lip. stopped biting those plush lips of yours and let out the noises he knew were hiding there.
"do you make a habit of this, fucking younger things or is it just me?" you ask with a bright smile, hiding your sly gaze behind lashes. you were just too fucked out to hear him but now you gained the ability to tease him while he still wrung your body dry.
"what about you? got a thing for older men?"
"oh yeah, but i can admit- oh gods- i can admit that i love it. it's what im here for, to service my elders."
simon's head lands in the crook of your neck as he lets out a deep moan. his hips stuttering through quick thrusts as he spills himself in you. you let out a pleased keen, finger finding your clit. it only takes three quick circles to have you cuming again.
milking his cock as he teeters over the edge.
after some room serviced food and a quick wash you're back in your outfit, yawning as you watch simon fix his button down. he gives you a quick glance in the mirror, taking stalk of your tired form. how you were still awake was beyond him.
how he'd lasted so long and could get it up at his age was beyond you. a real miracle for your happy cunt that you already felt throbbing again to the impression of him inside.
"so, where'd you say you're from again?"
perhaps this could reoccur once you were back on land.
i wanted to add like two more scenes but i fell asleep, woke up the next day and forgot what it was🙈
