Sex Ahoy: Cruising the High Seas

By Ruthie Blomkvist

This book is a retro reminder of the halcyon days of cruising and the golden age of sex. The ocean air arouses all the senses and once at sea all inhibitions are left ashore. There are moments of great sex where unmarketable women forfeited the familial unwritten chores of servicing the Captain/Officers to the fungible floozies aboard. Their sexual performances surpassed Hollywoods casting couch.

This compelling read also includes some history and geography. It takes place in the 1980s when sailing away parties were de rigueur and long before surveillance cameras dominated the decks.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: May 27, 2011
• ISBN: 9781463407490

Ruthie Blomkvist

A free lance writer, Blomkvist wrote for the California Veckoblad, a Swedish American Newspaper serving the greater Los Angeles area. She is a member of the Los Angeles Press Club and divides her time between California and Nevada. Her hobbies include travelling and cooking for family and friends. The book is based on some 40 plus cruises while she was in attendance during the 1980s and 1990s.

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© 2011 Ruthie Blomkvist. All rights reserved.

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First published by AuthorHouse 8/23/2011

ISBN: 978-1-4634-0751-3 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4634-0750-6 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4634-0749-0 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2011907890

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The names of the characters and descriptions are all fiction. Composites of many types of people are used to facilitate a more enjoyable story for the reader. Any similarity to actual people are completely incidental, only a product of the writer’s creativity.

Contents

Prologue

Sex Ahoy – Cruising the High Seas

Introduction

The Mexican Riviera

The Caribbean Cruise

The Mediterranean Cruise

The Panama Canal Cruise

The Alaska Cruise

The Amazon Cruise

The Epilogue

Prologue

After the cabin door closed and her husband was safely away this insecure lusty alcoholic wife hurried as fast as she could to the closest bar. She sat down at the only bar seat available, leaned over practically embracing the bartender and ordered a champagne cocktail which included Cognac and Grand Marnier. Waiting for her drink she silently investigated her surroundings first listening to a conversation on her left.

The handsome man sitting to her right accidentally touched her shoulder which evoked a quick response from her. Who was this swarthy looking well built hunk of man? He was Antonio an Italian singer from Rome, Italy invited by the owner of the Cruise Line to participate in the festivities.

Antonio could barely speak English but he was gorgeous with his passionate blue captivating eyes. He had the best looking lips she’d ever seen. Vicki liked what she saw and so did he. After several rounds of drinks and using the bartender as an interpreter, the subject of sex surfaced. So did their emotions. He eyed her over exposed breasts and wanted to touch them. Vicki took his chin and made him look into her face. They stared with truth serum conviction into each other’s eyes.

The bilingual bartender quickly tipped off Antonio in Italian about aggressive American women. Hearing such encouraging news he jiggled his eye brows and the adrenaline kicked in. In slow motion, he moved Vicki’s hand over his bulging zippered pants. She recognized his arms weren’t the only parts of his body that were rock solid. She was ready and willing.

The ocean air was a natural aphrodisiac and the drinks helped. A public relations kiss sealed their fate as her cabin suite key made an appearance and Antonio nodded and smiled.

The bar tender seeing the key asked, Your cabin number? (He needed to charge the drinks to her room.) Vicky sounding snobby replied, Suite 2000 with heavy emphasis on Suite.

From her envelope sized Prada purse Vicki pulled out a one hundred dollar bill gave it to the bar tender and spoke in a hardened coarseness, This is for you.

The future lovers slid off of their respective bar stools and quickly disappeared. Vicki gently grabbed Antonio’s hand and guided him toward her luxurious lodgings.

Once inside the suite Antonio looked in amazement at the palatial surroundings. They took their clothes off as fast as they could and raced toward the bed like hungry dogs going after a big bone. He gently caressed her before entering. As he pressed intimately into her with deep penetration, she could feel every inch of his thick manhood.

He oozed of sexuality. The in and out rhythm of ecstasy was just what the Doctor ordered as Antonio gave his command performance.

For some thirty minutes Vicki was the beneficiary of Antonio’s strong and defined skills hitting the spot that turned on her faucet. His techniques had her on her back, on her stomach and on her side giving her multi-multi orgasms.

Time was going by too quickly. After her third round of screaming volcanic climaxes she thought she heard some noise coming toward the master bedroom. She listened intently,

Honey, I’m back.

Sex Ahoy – Cruising the High Seas

The ocean weeds out from all races of mankind that roam upon it to making a living; a certain type of person stays with the ocean, and the rest are cast back ashore to deal with the land people.

Author Unknown.

Introduction

Instead of going to church on Sunday, Sherry quickly put on a blue and white uniform and gave herself a last minute narcissistic look in the mirror.

With high cheek bones she was pretty when she smiled. Her long straight prominent nose was a match to the British Crown and she stood out in a crowd. Her five feet, three inches tall diminutive figure was well proportioned and came with voluptuous breasts.

As a straight long haired blue eyed blond White Anglo Saxon Protestant (WASP) her blood line was Swedish. Her simplicity came from growing up in the country in America’s provincial mid west, where the only people different were Catholics. She was a born opportunist and knew how to open doors.

She left her Manhattan Beach apartment and hurried to the nearby Los Angeles Airport (LAX). She met up with a group of young gals also in uniforms who were doing meet and greets for the Majestic Cruise Line.

Brenda the supervisor handed out walkie talkie 2 way radios to communicate with each other from the various air line terminals. They worked at the respective gates and baggage rooms helping passengers find their luggage, and put them on buses, their transportation to the ship at the San Pedro harbor.

After all the buses were on their way, Brenda and her team regrouped and turned in their radios to Brenda. Sherry spoke up first. I had the weirdest people that you could ever imagine.

Crystal who worked at Terminal II said the same thing. It turned into a complete concert. Brenda said, Come to think of it, I had some crazies too. Sherry joked, The ship will be full of compatible characters.

What they didn’t realize they too were characters. Brenda in her mid 20’s was a good example. She had yet to discover satisfying sex. She didn’t have a dog or a husband but her constant companion was her 3 inch toy Koala bear called T. J.

As the group was leaving the airport somebody spoke up and asked, What happened to Collette today? She didn’t show up. Brenda covering for her replied, Everything is o.k.

Actually Collette was working at the dock in San Pedro for another Cruise Line who paid in cash and paid more per hour. Collette needed the money and Brenda knew it and understood as these were Mickey Mouse jobs with no future.

However, Collette re-appeared a few weeks later and was assigned to work with Sherry at Terminal 7. On her way to meet Collette at gate 50 Sherry found a billfold full of money and immediately gave it to the nearest Security Guard.

Collette a former pro football cheerleader now in her mid 20’s at 5’ 9" was catching all the men’s eyes as she stood at the snack bar ordering coffee. A beautiful brunette, she was still maintaining her knock out figure and she knew how to work it.

She had seductive bee stung lips, green eyes, and was respectfully busty. Her smooth flawless complexion completed the package. Sherry arrived at the snack bar out of breath, Sorry I’m late. I got held up. Collette answered, Relax, the group from Boston isn’t landing for 45 minutes.

With plenty of time to talk Collette enthusiastically told Sherry all about the other cruise line. I was working at the San Pedro Pier when Mrs. Bedford approached me. Go home and pack your suitcase Collette and come back in six hours. I need you to go on the ship this week as I am short two volunteers in the Youth Center.

As the old saying goes, When temptation comes don’t treat it lightly; it may never come again. Collette couldn’t resist. I went on the cruise and met one fabulous man. He was incredible looking, a six foot dark eyed Italian with a gorgeous tan, beautiful Mediterranean features and jet black wavy hair.

Sherry asked, Where did you meet him? Collette answered, "I met him late at night at the disco dancing. We couldn’t take our hands off of each other. We were dancing close, real close and rubbing up against each other until we couldn’t make it to the cabin. Being an Officer on the ship he had access to a nearby utility room and he couldn’t get the door unlocked fast enough.

Sherry was amazed and asked, Was it good? They both knew the answer and doubled up laughing as Collette replied, YES, really good. I mean, it got to the point I had to take off my shoes. That’s when I put my foot on the wall …" As Sherry continued to listen the walls of Jericho came tumbling down.

Collette kept saying, You can do it Sherry, You can do it. I’ll go with you. Sherry became interested.

That night Sherry, a recent divorcee in her thirties, went home and started thinking. Was she living a half empty life from the sidelines? Or was it divine discontent? Here’s a chance for adventure and to travel the seven seas.

"What’s the worst thing that could happen?" The volunteer job was being a youth counselor on a contingency staff. They were only needed during the holidays and summers when there were lots of children aboard. With four (4) week’s vacation a year there wouldn’t be a problem.

Sherry thought about her Grandfather who always said NOT to make any big decisions until you slept on it. The next morning she filled out the application even though she had a high paying job in the Aerospace industry.

Sherry, a closet wanderlust, was caught up in the soft shit of the military industrial complex. It beat working and timing was everything. With a shortage of funds from the Government, Aerospace companies welcomed employees who wanted time off without pay.

The engineers were dull but decent, only emotional when their favorite pastry had been removed from the vending machines.

Mrs. Bedford, during the interview with Sherry, wisely said, Don’t put a foot out of line on the ships as the walls talk. Sherry took the advice seriously and knew better. For others who were no more than fungible floozies aboard ship it was a different story.

These were the halcyon days of cruising and the golden age of sex. It was the last gasp of excess libertine living, right before aids had turned sex into a literal agent of certain death. It was long before the empowered terrorist phenomena and before negative news ruled the world.

How did this opportunity of a lifetime fall in her lap?" Sherry was definitely mystical, but was it fate or just incredibly good luck?

Perhaps it was in her genes inherited from her Grandfather. A soldier in WWI, he was one of only 21 in his 107th Machine Gun Company Battalion to return from France alive.

The Mexican Riviera

Four weeks later Sherry was with Collette on the cruise ship, going south toward the west coast of Mexico. The rock and roll motion was more than love making gyrations coming from the passenger cabins.

About 48 hours out of Los Angeles the cruise ship hit some choppy waves. The Pacific coastal waters are not like the song, row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream. This particular ship was old and did not have modern stabilizers.

From her upper bunk Sherry felt woozy in her stomach. She couldn’t sleep so she looked at her watch. It was one o’clock in the morning. She carefully climbed down into the cabin area.

In the lower bunk Collette was conspicuously missing. Intrigued by her absence Sherry decided to investigate. She changed her clothes in the dark, went into the bathroom, switched on the light and looked in the mirror. Everything was a go.

Sherry left the cabin and headed toward the