The First Day of the Cruise - That Evening

After getting cleaned up and taking a nap, Samantha and Eric decide to check out the adult only pool. She rummages through her clothes before settling on an almost sheer one piece swim suit that goes over her head and ties in front around her tiny waist. “Holy shit, Sam!” Eric exclaims. She shoots him a look and asks, “What?” “Baby, I love you, and you look sexy as FUCK in that, but sweetie you can’t wear that!” “Why not?” she replies, and Eric tells her it’s basically see through. “Baby you can see your tits and pussy hair through that thing!” Her green eyes flashing, she responds “So what? It’s an ADULT ONLY POOL, right? So only ‘adults’ will see me, and if they wanna look, let ‘em look. It’s not like there’s a dress code.” He convinces her to wrap a towel around her waist and they head out, Samantha saying “Fine, I’ll wear this stupid towel. At least until we get to the pool, anyways.” Eric shakes his head as they leave the suite.

The two relax on large deck chairs, catching some sun. A young black man in his late 20’s comes up to them and introduces himself as Jon. Samantha and Eric greet him, and he tells them he is the waiter for their area of the pool and grabs their drink orders. He stares for a short time at Samantha’s petite body, admiring her hard little nipples and the raven hair of her pussy clearly visible through her swim suit before setting his eyes on her anklet. He smiles and runs off to get their drinks.

When he returns he hands Eric his drink, then leans over to Samantha and whispers in her ear, “If you like large black men, make sure to check out Club 12 on the island. I work there, too.” He hands her her drink, smiles, and walks away. Samantha gets out her phone and does a quick Google search. She finds the club, and reading about it starts to smile. “Eric! We need to check out this club when we get to the island!” She hands him her phone and he scrolls through the club’s site, noticing at the top in large letters it says “Absolutely no one under 21 allowed!” He reads on - it’s a local night club that has parties every other night and features local men. He’s about to say it’s dumb when he notices something else, and clicking in the “about us” section, briefly reads and sits up. “Holy shit!” he says, reading that “Club 12 is committed to providing women of all nationalities the opportunity to have adult fun with local black men. All men provided on site MUST have at least a 12 inch dick to be allowed to interact with any woman.”

“Uh, YEAH, I’d say we have to check this place out!” Samantha laughs, and he checks out their calendar. “Hey, they have parties every other night! It says the day after we arrive is ‘key night,’ then the next one is ‘number night,’ and the third one is ‘stage night.’ I wonder what all that is?” He asks. “I don’t know, but I know I’m gonna find out!” Samantha laughs. “Hey, maybe we can ask the waiter guy Jon, he told you he works there, right?” Eric asks, his interest piqued. “C’mon baby, don’t bother him while he’s at work.” Samantha replies, adding “Besides, maybe we’ll see him there . . . Or maybe sooner.” She winks a brilliant green eye at her husband, who laughs.

Jon comes up to refill the newlyweds’ drinks, and Samantha pulls him in close and says, “I like the club - we will definitely be there! And if you’re in a hurry, you can always swing by the honeymoon suite.” They smile at each other and Jon nods, replying “Sounds great. Say 7:30?” “Perfect,” Samantha tells him, briefly grabbing his hand.