Go up to the room.

"Do you want to come check out our room?" you ask, giving Mark a quick sideways glance.

"Oh, ya!" Mark quickly interjects. "It's really nice! You'll love it!"

"Cara?" Zoey asks.

"Why not?" says Cara as you get up to leave the restaurant.

The four of you head outside, seeing that it's gotten dark while you were at dinner. As you enter the elevator, Cara's ass brushes up against your crotch, and you feel a rush of excitement. It only lasts a moment, as she moves over to Mark and Zoey moves next to you. You follow the other three out of the elevator and watch Cara walk in front of you, her ass swaying in the dress and calves defined by her heels. Zoey is at your side. Mark stops at your door, stating, "Here we are!"

He opens the door, revealing your room. Super spacious, as far as staterooms go. A big living area with a bar and two bedrooms branching off on each side, with a balcony running the length of all three rooms on the other side from the door.

"I know it's dark out, but this view is amazing. Come check it out," Mark says as he leads the group to the balcony. You walk out there and see the open ocean, only as visible as the light from the ship allows.

"Wow!" Zoey exclaims.

"Anyone want anything to drink?" Mark asks after you all watch the water for a while.

"Yes please," Cara says as the two head back inside, leaving you and Zoey alone on the balcony.

"Hmm, guess we're alone," Zoey says, sporting that same devilish grin earlier from when you greeted them in the lobby.

"Guess so," you respond. "What exactly does that mean?" you ask, glancing over your shoulder to see if Mark or Cara can see.

Zoey completely unconcerned with if they can see or not, puts her arms around your shoulders and whispers, "It means this," as she brought your face into hers. Her mouth was open, so you decided you should do the same. As your lips met, Zoey pressed them together firmly, moving her tongue into position. You wrapped your arms around behind her, gripping her lower back firmly as you followed suit with your tongue. The term "sucking face" suddenly made a lot more sense, and you felt the bulge in your pants growing as Zoey pressed her body up against yours. You had to lean over despite the heels, and Zoey was leaning back ever so slightly. You finally broke off, both with large smiles on your faces. The distant talking between Mark and Cara returned.

"Shall we retire to your chambers, good sir?" Zoey asked in a faux posh accent.