“Bette….”

“Then I slip two fingers inside of you and………”

It was all too much for me. I pressed myself against her leg. I was so turned on I wanted to wrap myself around her leg. I desperately wanted her skin on mine but all I had to work with was our bodies in my mind. I squeezed my eyes shut and concentrated on that orgasm she promised me. It seemed so close , so within grasp of happening. I was almost there, ready to explode in front of God and everyone else and then, it did happen. I came with such intensity, my whole body quivered, my legs trembled. I buried my head against Bette’s blouse to squelch any noises and said, “Sweet Jesus and God Almighty,” falling against her, going limp in her arms.

The dancing had stopped even though the music played on. I breathed in and out rapidly.

“It’s okay, baby.” she was saying. “It’s okay.”

I opened my eyes. It seemed as if it was very dark at first. I asked, “Where are we? Where is everyone?”

“We’re behind the bar.”

I then saw that she was leaning against the outside railing. I had looked out at the black night over the open sea. I saw nothing but railing to my right and left. I turned around and did indeed see the back of the bar. In the front there had been a wall of partitioned pockets on tiered shelves where the liquor and glasses were kept to protect them from the motion of the ship. It was taller than Bette and I and a perfect place to slip behind for privacy.

“How long have we been back here?” I asked.

“Not long. I danced us over here when I knew you were getting close.”

I shook my head and said, “You are something else.”

“Are you okay?”

“Just a little shaky.”

She put her hand behind my head, like she always does and kissed me as if it was a sweet dessert after a full meal. She kissed me amorously for several minutes and then gave me several short kisses for good measure. That done, she leaned her forehead against mine.

“Are you ready to go back?”