Page 50 of Sailor's Delight

He wasn’t wrong. When his phone finally vibrated with a message, his knee was bouncing, he’d already paced up and down the room for fifteen of the forty-five minutes, and he was beginning to feel slightly sick with all the anxious waiting.

Ready.

He liked Jenn’s message, then switched threads and typed his own message:

She’s ready. Get everything ready; we’ll be down as soon as possible.

Trey opened the door and stepped across the hall. His breath caught in his throat.

Jenn stood, clad in a shimmery red silk evening gown, a simple yet elegant halter top that plunged deeply at her bust and went backless far down her body. She turned to give him a full view. The back plunged past where the small of her back tucked inward, to the point where her body began to push outward again and became her ass. She raised her arms, which were cladin white satin gloves to her elbows, up to her head, allowing Trey to see everything he wished to know about her outfit and what lay beneath it.

Her makeup was done up for the evening, simple yet elegant, her eyes smoky and dark. A tasteful diamond choker adorned her throat and set off the earrings that sparkled behind the feather wisps of her pixie that sat in front of her ears.

“Wow.” It was more an exhale than a fully formed word. Trey had to remind himself to close his mouth. “You look… Amazing.”

Jenn smiled, holding out her hand. “Lead on, good sir. I’m intrigued to hear this explanation you’ve promised me.”

“It would be my absolute pleasure.” Trey bowed, then delicately took Jenn’s hand, leading her carefully down the hallway toward the elevators, never once breaking character, their hands held out high before them. Couples and individual passengers who passed them on their way couldn’t help but smile as they did. Trey smiled to himself. He was already enjoying this thoroughly, and the absolute best was yet to come.

He pushed the button for Deck 7.

Jenn frowned. “What’s on Deck 7?” Her eyes scanned the deck guide to the left of the elevator doors.

“A private venue,” Trey offered, his eyes on the indicators above the door. His armpits had suddenly begun to sweat.

“Really? I didn’t even know there was such a thing!” Jenn said, glancing at him. “This evening just got a little more interesting.”

I really hope so.Trey smiled. He reminded himself of the hours and hours he’d spent planning this, weighing it out, discussing options with Chloe and Desire. It was a good plan. He took a deep breath in when the elevator dinged and gestured to allow Jenn to step off first.

They were in a tasteful yet small hallway, dark except for several wall sconces with electric candoliers.

“Oh! This is different,” Jenn observed, looking up and down the hallway. “Which way?” Trey indicated with his thumb to the left. He allowed Jenn to walk ahead of him, taking the moment to enjoy watching the way her body moved beneath the silk as she walked. The motion of her ass, the taut shape of her calves as they alternately pushed back the material of her dress, the curves in her back as her arms swung gently side to side.

She’s beautiful.

“Are you going to come, or are you just going to stare at my ass?” Jenn asked from down the hallway.

What I’d really love is to come while staring at your ass.

“Yeah, coming!” He jogged to catch up with her, then turned and pointed down a short hallway to the “Moonlight Lounge,” according to the placard on the door.

“Moonlight Lounge, huh?” Jenn whispered. “I like the sound of that.”

Trey smiled, opened the door, and ushered her into the room, closing the door securely behind him. As promised, there was a key that allowed him to lock it.

Jenn turned at the click.

“What’s–,” she turned to look into the quiet, empty room. “What’s going on? Where is everyone?”

“I thought I’d offer you a little something more with my explanation,” Trey said quietly. He nodded further into the room, where two shapes had left the relative shadows of one of the private dinner booths.

“Who…?” Jenn whispered, then stopped when Chloe and Desire stepped into the light from the chandelier hanging over the center of the floor. Both of them were dressed similarly to Jenn and Trey, Chloe wearing a dark dress with swirling paisley patterns embroidered into the skirt, and Desire wearing a sharp tailored black tuxedo with black bow tie and black dress shirt.

“You’re fucking with me.” Jenn turned to look at Trey. “Okay, you promised me an explanation. Start talking.”

Trey smiled in what he hoped was a comforting manner. “I thought I’d let her do the explaining, instead.” He nodded at Chloe.

“Oh, interesting choice,” Jenn said. She turned, hands on her hips, and said, “You have thirty seconds, Chloe.”