Carol was standing at the bottom of the gangplank. She was in shorts and a Tshirt declaring she was the ‘Cruise Manager’

“Hello, I'm Carol, may I have your names.”

We gave our names and I thought I would enjoy giving her a bit more.

“You are in cabin 4, your luggage will be taken up, drinks are available in the bar, lunch starts at 12.”

We thanked her and went to find the bar.

We found a New Zealand couple and a German couple followed us in. We introduced ourselves and started on the champaign,  made in New Zealand. 

Another two couples joined us and Carol came and gave us a quick introduction to the ship and dress code, the Captain gave us a safety talk.

“What is the flag?” Hans asked.

“Togo, we are registered in Togo, so we fly the national flag.” The Captain informed us.

“It's pretty.” Said Sue, the other British wife.

The ship left port on its way to Sidney and we watched the port disappear with drinks in our hands and chatted with the other passengers. 

We went down to the cabin and changed into summer clothes for lunch. That was the plan, we ended up talking about who we wanted.

“What did you think of John and Sue?” Lucy asked.

“Nice tits, but a bit drippy. How about the Italian couple?”

“Geno and Sofia,  so you want to fuck her. Hey, I'll need my bra.” Lucy complained as I unhooked it.

“Not until we go up to lunch.”

“...and you're already up. I wonder how big Geno is.”

“About 5 11.” I suggested as I dropped her bra.

“Almost 6 inches. That should do.”

I pulled her knickers off and finger tested her pussy. 

“So you want a bit of Italian cock.”

“I'll take one for the team.”

“I'll never ask you to do that.” I slid my cock into her wet pussy.

“What was her name?”

“Sofia, it means wisdom.” I told Lucy.

“No it all. What does Geno mean?”

“No idea, don't care.” I moved my cock slowly in her.

“Just as long as you get in her?” Lucy moved her hands over my body.

“That's right.” I pushed deep into her.

“Pig.” Her breathing became heavy.

“Charming, as if you don't want cock.”

“Just wondering...” Lucy jerked. “...how big he is.”

“That was quick.”

“Feel free to keep going.” She bit my ear playfully. 

All that talk about fucking did turn me on, almost as much as Lucy, but I manged to get her off again before I filled her.

After lunch we joined Hans and his wife in the tub. Lucy went top less as she said she would. Anna looked around.

“Saltwater.” I commented.

“Lots of it in the sea.” Hans replied. 

“I guess so.”

One of the Tshirts came over and asked if we wanted drinks. As she went off to get them Anna took her freed her tits. The drinks arrived and the Tshirt left us to soak.

Hans gave Anna a hug and managed a feel of her tit.

The rest I will leave to the next installment.