The show finished about 10:30 and as it was a full day at sea the following day (no early rise!) I decided to try the on board Night Club,It was only ... small club room for about fifty or sixty people and a small dance floor I stood near the bar with a drink after a few moments a tall blond in a very short dress tapped me in the shoulder and said hello I replied with a smile, it took a few seconds but then I recognised her as the acrobat from the stage show earlier as she saw the realisation of. "You're as bad as Tracy," she murmured, squirming against me. "But not as good." Tracy? She was groping you?" A little." Jan sighed. "A lot, okay?" I'm surprised at you. Isn't that like seducing a child?" She was doing it, not me. When we heard you come in the front door, she went to the bathroom to wash my smell off her fingers."Smell? I let my hands drift to her hips. "You're not wearing panties?" She took them off." Of course," I said. "Hardcore lesbians that you both are." I don't know how. This day was destined to be a total disaster. She had not one, not two, but three engagements with close personal friends all expecting her complete attention allowing them to bask in the reflection of her charm and beautiful eighteen year old physical perfection.It was all so stressful and she sighed with untypical frustration knowing that she wanted and deserved it all but was constrained by her inability to be in three places at the same time without some miracle of magical proportion.She. She stood on her tip toes and leaned up to kiss me while she pulled my hand towards her crotch and, getting the idea, I slipped a finger into her. She moaned into my mouth and managed to spread her legs a little wider to give me better access. She was dripping, I know that description gets used a lot but really it's the only way I can describe it. She was so wet her cunny was leaking all over my hand. What the hell. After that blowjob she deserved to get off too, I’ll admit I was a little edgy.