her bra.
As they were so close now, Ann could almost feel each of Andy's muscles contract and relaxed as they continued to dance along with their evidently private pianist. It was almost as if they were dancing naked, which was an insanely interesting and erotic visual.
Almost as soon as the visual popped into her head of the two of them dancing naked together-with their own private pianist no less-Ann suddenly felt her sex let loose with an almost completely unexpected orgasm. Her knees got weak and she shook against Andy's hard body, just as the song climaxed as well (given the length, this must be an extended version?).
She fell into him, and as she hoped they always would be, his arms took her weight and he held her close. Knowing what had happened, he guided her back to the table and their champagne, which the staff had helpfully chilled.
“Are you okay,” Andy asked, concern crossing his face as he saw the tears trickle down his wife’s face.
“Yes,” she whispered, taking a sip of her champagne just to serve to wet her throat. “It is all just so overwhelming. I am riding waves of emotion that I have simply never thought possible before.”
He smiled and held her hand, letting her compose herself in her own good time. They listened to a few more songs before the pianist finished his set and took his leave. Both Ann and Andy went up and thanked him personally for the special touch he had added to their honeymoon vacation. It was a moment neither would soon forget.
They finished their drinks and with a hefty tip left the little piano bar arm in arm.
“How about this time you let me lead the way,” Ann said as she took the lead and almost drug Andy along.
She led him up to the sports bar in the upper rear of the ship. As she’d expected it was pretty crowded with folks gathered to watch the second half of Monday Night Football, which was just getting underway.
Andy had given her a memorable moment with the Righteous Brothers, and she wanted to return the favor. She knew it was killing him not to see his favorite team, the Cowboys play. Incidentally they were playing tonight, but yet to his credit Andy hadn’t said a word about it.
She got them a pretty good high-top table where he could get his gridiron God fix.
“You do not need to do this,” he said, giving her a kiss after he spoke, “I can totally miss the game. Being with you is so much more important to me right now.”
“Well,” she said as she motioned for the barkeep to grab them a pair of beers, “I wasn’t planning on going anywhere. And giving what you need makes me happy. More than you will ever know.”
The beers-actually the barkeep had brought a bucket over-arrived and Ann took out two and handed one to Andy after twisting off the cap.
“Here is to us,” Ann said, clinking the longneck of her bottle against Andy’s.
“No,” he said with one eye cocked to the side to watch Tony Romo fumble yet another snap from center, “Here is to you.” Their bottle clinked again and both took a healthy swig.
“You know,” she said, continuing, “This is more our style. As much as I adore and enjoy the fancy dinners, the private concerts with champagne service, this is what I love most. I like just hanging out relaxing with you with a few beers.”
“If I had known that a few months ago,” he said with a devilish gleam in his eye, “I could have saved a ton of money and just gotten us a room at the Motel 6 by the nearest Hooters.”
“Oh no,” she replied, now almost choking on her beer in her mirth, “That would most definitely not been in order. This is a trip we’ll never forget.” She took another pull from her bottle. “Plus the sex is way hotter aboard a ship I’ve learned.”
“And tomorrow is that private island,” he said. “Gives me more than a few ideas.”
She let him focus on the game, for which she only had a slight interest. Instead she let her mind wander to tomorrow’s visit to the island and the rest of their trip. Then back to their home and checking out their wedding larder.
It was hard not to get carried away with all of the excitement of this new life together with all of the fun benchmarks and other important events she and Andy would be sharing together. She tried to restrain herself and keep her focus but after a few minutes of frustration she decided it was okay to let loose.
The path of a newlywed on the start of a great adventure with her new husband was a path that she didn’t plan on treading down again. It was fine for her to get crazy and enjoy herself without worrying about the consequences for now.
She replaced her empty bottle in the bucket and grabbed another, enjoying the crisp sound as she twisted the cap off. She grabbed another and passed it over to Andy.
“Let’s enjoy tonight,” she said, “And tomorrow in the morning.”
He smiled and kissed her, leaving a faint taste of cool beer. She squeezed his leg and smiled.
Sometimes heaven is easy to achieve.
Mercy Fuck
by Bernice Jacobs
Mercy spent countless hours combing her tangled hair. She didn't do it because she enjoyed it, she felt like she needed to, like a surgeon sewing a cut, or a dermatologist erasing a scar.
For Mercy, maintaining her appearance was a societal requirement for a woman, especially for young professional women like herself. Despite this, she reluctantly carried out the process of beautifying herself with a sense of duty over any feeling of delight, like a prison guard carrying out an execution.
No matter how nice her newly applied gelled manicured nails looked, Mercy equated her life to that of a prisoners'. She felt like a slave to all the ridiculous demands burdening her delicate shoulders and tiring her well moisturized hands.
Mercy credited her voluptuous curves to all of her promotions, having very little respect for men as most of them typically ignored the vast intellect, neglecting it like an orphan or an unwanted step-child. Mercy reached her boiling point, tired of playing by the hypocritical norms ruling the male dominated world. She wouldn't take it anymore, pledging to rebel against it all.
Mercy had only been in love once, but it was extremely brief and every man she'd been with since him was always myopically concerned with getting his, having no concern for ensuring she was satisfied while gazing at her with their celebratory smiles of satisfaction, beaming like sun rays just before rolling their lazy bodies out of her bed and making their way to the door.
Mercy's breaking point splintered like an old brittle stick in the last few days. Now, she was determined to live her life by her rules, as ruthless as they were, taking another big swig of the well-aged whiskey from the flask she received after becoming the youngest attorney in her firm in its hundred year history.
Determined to side-step the naive expectations of the modern era, she was ready to let go of all inhibition, giving herself permission to be as reckless as she needed to be in order to treat men like objects of pleasure and nothing more.
Running her fingers through her hair, deliberately tussling it into chaos, her dress swaying in the frosty weather, she briskly proceeded towards the Elite High-Class Bullet Train. Only people with a great deal of money, or a company that sponsored seats, could afford to ride it.
Mercy, for the first time in her young life, was determined to impulsively pursue her personal pleasure whatever the risk. Taking another giant swig from her silver plated flask, while taking her first step onto the train, she allowed herself to enjoy the burn it caused as it tumbled down her throat.
For most of Mercy's life, her time was strictly devoted to achieving success in her field. She was never great at getting close to people and always felt like an outsider.
It took a long time before Mercy could bring herself to get close to someone. Only one time in her life had she ever met a man that she felt close to right away, but that was a long time ago. She tried not to think about it, especially not tonight.
