 clearly some tension, it was at least a start.
I opened my eyes to see that Jon had already made himself at home in the lounger next to me. A ball of rage bubbled up inside. I sat up and turned to him. “Are you serious?” Tiffany and I might have to deny things to get by, but I didn’t have to do it with this guy.
Is this guy for real? He was treating it like he borrowed my favorite golf clubs. I got ready to let him have it, but he interrupted me.
The cold water of guilt extinguished any fire that was rising in me. I could only stare at him stunned, unsure of what to even say. He knew Keiko had been with me? Did Tiffany know? To make matters worse, it was at that moment that Tiffany and Keiko joined us.
“Speak of the devils,” Jon said and stood with a broad smile.  Tiffany stayed by Jon’s side, with one arm around his waist.
“Hey dad. Keiko invited me to go with her and Jon to the spa right now.” This was a statement, not a question. 
Keiko chimed in. “You should come too, Steve. They do great massages. And the saunas are really relaxing.” Tiffany shot her a bit of a look of surprise.
I looked over to Jon and Tiffany, and couldn’t imagine spending time with them as some sort of couple. I wanted to rage, but knew it would just push her away more.  Keiko let out a disappointed sigh.
“Oh…OK,” Tiffany replied. I think she expected a bit of a fight and maybe was surprised at my acquiescence.
I stood up, unable to stand being there any longer. “I’ll see you for dinner then I guess.” Without waiting for a reply, I walked off toward the closest bar.
Thank god for cruise ship bars always being open despite the early hour. I spent the next couple hours drinking to forget. My vision got hazier and hazier and the weight on my shoulders got lighter.
Next thing I knew, I was waking up in an unfamiliar cabin. The room was a bit smaller than mine, with clothes strewn around the floor. Sunlight through the window told me it was probably some time in the mid-afternoon. I must have blacked out from the drinking. I suddenly became aware of something unmistakable in my hand. A tit. A massive one at that. I looked over the body next to mine and had to appreciate the voluptuous curves of the woman.
 Her tits were a healthy D cup at least, and she carried a slight belly that wasn’t unattractive, but instead made her just the more sexy. I took this all in while in a hungover haze as she turned and opened her eyes to see me looking her over. I recognized her immediately. It was the divorcee who had been trying to dance with me at the club our first night on the ship. She smiled at me.
Shame flooded me. What had I done? Flashes of me tearing off a cheap, drooping-neckline shirt and grasping at her giant breasts raced through my mind. Next an image of me pushing her down onto the bed and holding her hands above her head as I pounded her.
She saw the guilt and horror on my face. “Oh, don’t worry. I was game for it. But you went after my body and punished my pussy so hard.” As she said this, she ran a hand over her body, caressing her own breasts lovingly.  “Yup, left me those marks too.” 
Seeing the aftermath of my anger made me feel even worse. I got up and stepped back a bit. In doing so I realized I was still naked and began to grab for some clothes.
The woman got up a bit and crawled to my side of the bed. She took a hold of my bunched up pants in my hand. “No, no. It’s OK. It was thrilling.” She looked up at me with submissive eyes. “How about we see if you can do it again, but sober this time?” With her free hand, she cupped my balls.
Without waiting, and with my shirt not even buttoned all the way, I rushed out of her room. I ignored the stares and giggles from other passengers who were witnessing my walk of shame. I made it back to my room and jumped in the shower to wash the shame off.
“Oh, sorry. Did I wake you?” It was Keiko.
“I want you to come to dinner,” she said.
Just us two? I couldn’t help but think that meant that my daughter would still be with Jon doing god knows what.
Whatever, I’m hungry anyway. I agreed to meeting her for dinner and got myself dressed.
Despite my anger at the situation, and knowing that getting any further involved with Keiko was against my better judgement, I still got ready for a nice night out. I dressed myself well, put cologne on; almost as if I was getting ready for a date. I had to acknowledge that some sick side of my brain was still wanting to impress this young girl.
I made my way to one of the ships nicer restaurants and was shown to the table where Keiko was already waiting. It was a small table, and the setting was intimate. Walking up the to table I couldn’t help but get a bit excited. From the back I could see she was wearing a sexy, backless dress that was floor-length with a slit that showed off a generous portion of her legs. Despite her short stature, the effect of the slit made her legs seem long and inviting. As I made my way around the table, she gave me a smile and I tried to maintain eye contact. But the front of the dress drooped down and exposed the sides of her tits. I had always been a big fan of the under-rated side boob.
I took my seat, thankful that any growing erection could be hidden under a dinner napkin.
“You clean up nice,” she said to me, joking.
“No so bad yourself,” I said, a little too flirtatiously.
That immaturity aside, Keiko actually did a pretty good job of engaging me. I felt awkward at first and kept wanting to bring up what’s been going on with Tiffany, but she somehow would just steer the conversation to neutral waters. By the time we were finishing our second round of wine and tucking in to our main course, I realized that we had somehow ended up on a date.
The conversation and laughter felt easy. I reminded myself that this little sexed up girl had some hidden maturity- if her Harvard acceptance was any indication. She had got me talking about my work, my life before having Tiffany, and women I’ve dated before Tiffany’s mother. For her part, she told me about her interests, her hopes to study engineering, and her one serious relationship she had.
It was only after the third round of wine that she brought up recent events.
“I know,” I replied. I was tipsy enough to admit it to her. “But it doesn’t matter. I’m married. And you’re so young.” I tried to keep my objections simple.
Keiko shifted a bit, and knowingly turned her body a bit to expose more of her breasts. “You can resist all you want…” I felt a foot rest on my dick under the table -“But I think you secretly love being with a young girl.” Despite the table’s small size, I was still impressed at how far she could reach.  I shifted uncomfortably, but didn’t get up.
I felt a spike of anger and began to object. “Wait a minute-,” but I felt Keiko’s foot push harder into my cock.
“Well old man. I rented a luxury room for the night. I knew where we would end up, so I came prepared. Follow me.” And without another word, she got up and walked away, expecting me to follow.
The elevator opened, and she led me down a long corridor.  We eventually entered a large, luxurious room. It was crazy to think they had something like this on a ship. The space opened up to a large living area with a couch and glass panel walls with a generous balcony. Keiko walked through to the nearby bedroom. We stopped at the door and kissed deeply.   
After a bit, she held my wrist and stepped back from me. “You missed our spa day earlier, so let’s get a bit more comfortable and get in the hot tub on the balcony.” As she said this she slipped off the dress and went into the closet to retrieve a bikini for herself. I followed her like a drooling dog.
“I didn’t bring my suit,” I said, knowing she knew that.
“Oh well. I guess you’ll have to just deal with what you have.
I stripped off my clothes and let her take in my body.   She made some adjustments and started the jets on full blast. Soon the tub was bubbling hard, making it difficult to see anything below the surface.
Keiko slid herself onto my lap and straddled me as we kissed.  The feel of her silky bikini was heavenly, but I wanted what was underneath. I made a move to slip her bikini off, but she stopped me.
“Not so fast. Let’s enjoy this. I’m going to make you a nice stiff drink.  
Once she was gone, I looked out over the ocean.