Suite Sex on Deck

Emma Tuttweiller was lonely.
She laid in her double bed on the SS Tipton feeling sorry for herself. Her alarm was about to go off but she'd already be for a while. She rolled over and stared at the clock. Emma had been on the luxury cruise ship for a few years now and hasn't had much luck in the romance department. Sure there were a few choice on the boat, like Mr. Blanket, the creepy school counsler who liked to stalk her and Emma was pretty sure he'd been in her cabin, smelling her unwashed undies and stroking himself. And the was the closet homosexual Marion Moseby. Emma was pretty sure some of the tension Moseby felt towards Zach Martin was due to some feelings Moseby didn't want to address. And there were a few others but nothing really ever panned out for Emma.
She'd tried picking guys up at the ship's only achololic bar and a few times, she laid it on thick to give the guys the "Go Ahead" but none chose to take her up. Emma was getting pretty horny... and pretty ****. She even thought about switching teams but was always too scared to try it. Emma was getting so ****, even the students were looking like a viable option...
Emma's alarm broke her thought process and she got out of bed. She slipped out of her pajamas and walked to the bathroom.
On the way there, Emma stopped to look at her self in the full length mirror. Her body was envious to some- a tight butt, toned legs, perky 33C breasts, slim stomach leading down to a patch of curly red hair.
"Why," she thought, "Why can't I find someone to love this body?"
Emma stepped into the shower and turned it on. She let the warm water massage her limbs and body. She soaped herself with a loofah enjoying the scrubbing. The loofah found it's way to her glistening warm slit. She played with it for a moment before continuing on, knowing she wanted more than self love. She wanted intercourse, anyway she could get it.
Emma finished up her shower and walked back into the bedroom, picking out her outfit for the day. She pulled out a lacy black thong and put it on. She found a matching bra and garter belt. She then slipped into some thigh-high stockings, loving the way they hugged her legs. She found a tight, black work skirt and a white, short sleeve button up blouse. She buttoned up her shirt only just past her cleavage. Normally, she would go higher but she liked to make the boys she taught a little hot under the collar. She finished getting ready and walked to the classroom.

The day went by normally; London was busy checking out her make-up and making sure her outfit was as tight as possible, Zach told a couple lame jokes and fell asleep with his hand down his pants and Cody and Bailey were discussing the latest project, giggling about formulas and equations. Though Emma swore Bailey's hand stroked Cody's thigh up into the crevice and rest there for a moment.
The only enjoyment Emma had all day was bending over to give Zach his failed test back and watching his eyes get glued to her chest. She thought he might have squirmed a bit and maybe even pre-cummed slightly. But other than that, all Emma could think about was how she was going to the bar after school to find a tourist to seduce.

The school day ended and Emma was stuck grading papers until she could find a good stopping point. She thought about how she really needed to get out of this classroom and possibly into someone's pants.
Her erotic thoughts were interrupted by a knock and a voice saying
"Miss Tuttweiler? Are you there?"