As Mac exited the driver’s side of the car, she stumbled for a second before grabbing the door for support. 

“Jesus, Harm, I can’t believe you just did that,” she breathed raggedly as she rearranged her uniform skirt and threw the shredded pair of panty hose away. They really weren’t useful with the big hole in the crotch anyway. Harm got out the other side of Mac’s Corvette with a shit-eating grin, licking his fingers, then sucking them into his mouth, one by one. 

“You have a serious problem.” She looked directly at the irresistible bastard before slamming the door and turning to face the dock where the huge cruise liner sat before them. 

“Well, we are going on a pleasure cruise, Mac.” The way he said pleasure made her shiver. 

“It’s a pleasure cruise, not a pleasure car ride.”  She shot a scathing look at him as she joined him. 

“So, you didn’t enjoy the trip?” He smirked as he looked at her like she was insane. 

“That’s not the point.”

“Then what is?” Unable to think of anything, she replied, “You know you’re gonna go broke replacing the panty hose you’ve ruined just this week” she said, kissing him on the cheek. 

“I’ll buy you thigh highs” He wiggled his eyebrows at her. The sudden thought of Mac in thigh highs all the time caused Harm to become instantly aroused. Grabbing her by the hips he pointed her towards the ship as he raced to the trunk, looking for the small amount of luggage they had brought, on recommendation from her, of course.  She was the one who, at the first mention from Harm’s mother about them taking her place on the cruise, decided they were never leaving the cabin. Which was fine by him, quite frankly, and the less material in Mac’s bikini the better. The less on Mac, better still. His thoughts coincided with hers. In his mind, you really didn’t need to pack much when you intended to stay in your room or by the pool the whole trip. 

They were still in uniform - Harm more than Mac after the little highway adventure - since they had gone directly to the port from work. They hadn’t wanted to waste time changing clothes.  Actually, Mac had wanted to forego clothes altogether, but Harm had pointed out that it was a convertible, and she had decided that she really wasn’t into nudism. 

Slinging a backpack over his shoulder and grabbing a suitcase in his other hand, Harm took long strides toward the boat, pulling out their tickets as he walked. Mac, who had decided to dawdle looking at the amazingly big boat, was soon ushered along by an impatient Harm at breakneck speed. 

“Gee, Harm where’s the fire? You act as though you’ve never been on a ship before” Mac laughed at his frantic pace. 

Rushing to show their tickets before they boarded, Mac noticed the woman was taking her sweet time checking out Harm’s ass instead of processing their tickets. He was wearing his summer white uniform, and she had to admit that they showed off his ass to perfection.  ‘Well too bad!’ This was now “her” ass, and she’d be the only one checking it out this week!  She slid closer to Harm and placed her hand on the aforementioned part, earning her a startled glance from Harm at her unusual public display of affection. 

It didn’t matter how incredibly sexy this woman was, Mac swore that if she looked at Harm again, she’d gouge her eyes out. 

‘Oh, dear lord, I’m jealous! How can that be?’ Well, she didn’t care how, she just knew that if she didn’t get Harm out of the way of this woman, and prove, once again today, that this was the best either of them had ever had, she’d do something very decidedly unladylike. 

Grabbing the unsuspecting Harm by the top of his pants, Mac dragged him away from the woman who was forced, none too happily, to hurry up with their passes, and limit the flirtatious smiles she was go liberally flashing at Harm.  Frankly, the woman in the Marine uniform was starting to scare the hell out of her. 

They were given the key to their cabin, and as soon as Harm palmed it, he was chasing Mac through the luxurious lobby and up the swirling staircase. They passed the floor of shops, and went up to their deck, not wanting to take time to wait for the elevator. He had, of course, noticed the attractive woman downstairs giving him the eye, but surprisingly, he didn’t care. Once, getting attention from a beautiful woman would have pleased him, but he seemed to have changed. He had a whole week of frolicking with Mac stretched out before him. With the taste of her still in his mouth, she was all he could think about. 

Since they had become lovers two weeks ago, slipping his hand between her thighs while she was driving had become one his favorite things to do. He loved to watch her swerve over the road as she came from his fingers stroking her. Okay, it was dangerous, but very pleasurable, nonetheless. 

This had been one of the main reasons he had agreed to take this trip that his mother had so graciously foregone for them. The sex they were having was great, but it was hurried, and always hidden because they had decided to keep their relationship secret for now.  This would be a week of exploration and relaxation for them. 

Of course, his mother didn’t know that they had gotten together; she just thought they could use the break. He had pretended nothing was going on, even though he found it humorous that she was giving up a cruise around the <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags” />Bahamas.   Of course, he knew she had other intentions; she had been trying to set him up with Mac ever since the disappearance of their previous significant others several months ago. Hell, she had been trying that ever since Mac had become his partner. 

“I wonder what time they start serving dinner on this boat?” Mac asked as they stood at the door of their stateroom. 

“We haven’t been on board for five minutes, and you’re already thinking about food!” Harm laughed “Well, I’ve just eaten so...” He couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across his whole face. 

“I’m trying to keep up my strength for later.” She winked at him. 

“Well, then by all means, let’s find the lady something to eat.” He looked her up and down, rekindling the fire. “But it will have to be room service,” he continued, grabbing her and pressing his erection into her. 

“I don’t think the passengers will appreciate the kind of floorshow that you have in mind,” she said, even as she pressed back into him, “but I’m sure I will, as I always do.’

“Well, Baby, you’ve got a front row seat reserved just for you,” he said as he pushed her into the stateroom, kicking the door shut with his foot. 

“Then here’s my ticket,” she cooed as she dropped her skirt to reveal that she had on nothing underneath it. 

“Oh crap!” Harm shouted as he watched her remove her shirt. 

“What? Don’t tell me it’s void if removed,” she kidded, advancing toward him. 

“No, I just remembered I left all those condoms on the kitchen table! Shit! I have to go down to the shop in the lobby to get more!” 

Before he could leave the room, she grabbed his shirt and turned him to face her. “Harm, I’m on the pill, and I trust you. Besides, I’m really horny.”

The casual way she said it made him laugh aloud before he pushed her down onto the bed behind them. “That’s the best news I’ve heard all day,” he said, pressing her down onto the mattress. 

“Harm, you’d better take that uniform off right now unless you intend to send it to the dry cleaners,” she moaned. 

“Huh?” He raised his head from her chest where he had been conducting training maneuvers for his tongue. 

“There’s gonna be a big wet spot where I’m gonna start humping your leg in a minute if you don’t lose the clothes, Flyboy.” This was said with a growl as she started pulling his shirt out of his pants. 

“Aye, Aye ma’am! Never let it be said that I disobeyed a direct order from a superior officer!” That said, he stood and began removing all the contents from his pockets. 

“Well at least you remembered to salute,” she said as she leaned on her elbows, watching him undress.  He was perfect, and he was all hers! 

“Well, Ensign Wilbur always salutes beautiful naked women.” He was untying his shoes now. 

`Why do guys always name their dicks?’ She had always wondered about this “I just hope he wasn’t saluting that bitch downstairs. She seemed more than happy to become your little woman.”

“No, he’s in full Marine mode, but somebody’s jealous.” He got that flyboy grin on his face. 

“Hardly, Harmon, it’s just that someone’s taking his sweet fucking time doing me.” ‘Okay, now she was upset. How come, when he wanted it, it was like a remake of the movie, Speed, but when she wanted him to fuck her senseless, he was taking his sweet time getting undressed. Hell, he even took every thing out of his pockets.’ Getting up off the bed, she stood in front of him and grabbed his shirt, ripping it open, buttons flying across the room. 

“What did you do that for?” He whined, secretly pleased at the same time. 

“Guess you’ll just have to get the valet to repair that won’t you?” she asked as she undid his belt and jerked it from the loops before she yanked the zipper down, almost catching Ensign Wilbur as she did so.  She almost hit Harm with the pants as she flung them across the room. 

“Hey, take it easy!  We’ve got all week!” He looked at her with what he thought was a calming look. 

“You may have all week, but right now my body says that I have exactly 30 seconds to be sitting on your cock, or else.”

“Or else, what?” He looked intently at her. This was a side of her he’d never seen before, and it excited him. 

“Or else I take matters into my own hands and you end up spending less than quality time with Wilbur down there, “ she said before she deep throated him. 

Pulling her up against him, he said, “Mac, there is no one or nowhere I’d rather be right now; no one else has ever, or will ever make Wilbur stand at attention like a Marine can.”

“Gunny’s a Marine;” she couldn’t resist, as she pushed him onto the bed. 

“Yeah, we have to talk about that,” he pretended to be serious, but there was a twinkle in his eye. “Sorry, he doesn’t have the right equipment for this sailor,” he said as he pulled her into his lap, positioning her over his throbbing cock. “Wilbur’s cold; he needs to be in something hot---hot, wet, and tight!”

“I think I can arrange that,” she said as she slowly slid down onto his waiting cock. Harm groaned as he busied himself watching Mac’s breasts sway as she got comfortable on top of him. She started to move up and down, grabbing him by the shoulders, obviously enjoying herself if the sounds coming from her throat were any indication.  `I’ve died and gone to heaven,’  he thought as she increased her speed, slamming her body onto his, harder and harder. She was screaming so loud that passengers trying to get settled in their rooms thought someone was doing bodily harm to the inhabitant of their cabin. Most of the listeners decided they were either going to need someone to have sex with, or if they had children with them, they would need a different room-away from here! 

“Oh, fuck, yes!” could be heard all over the corridor, but Harm and Mac didn’t care as they reached their peak together.  Those with children instantly scurried to get a new room, and those who went with the bodily harm explanation, decided they were wrong when they heard Harm yell “who’s your daddy?”

Finally, Harm and Mac managed to rouse themselves from the bed to get ready for dinner with the captain. Harm’s mother apparently had given up some very exclusive tickets. 

“Hope they have oysters,” Mac said. 

“Like you need them,” Harm said, pulling her into his arms. 

“Oh, they’re not for me, Flyboy.  They’re for you; I plan to keep Wilbur occupied this week,” she said, slapping him on the ass as she walked into the shower. 

“I think he can manage without seafood, Mac.  He lives for the challenge. The guy’s been so busy the last two weeks, I’m surprised he hasn’t shriveled up and fallen off.”

“Harm, honey, I’m sure Wilbur is more than equipped to handle little ole me, and my itty-bitty sex drive.” 

“Itty-bitty sex drive?” He asked incredulously. “Excuse me, have you been here the past two weeks?  My god, woman, a lesser man would be terrified.”

“Well, why don’t you stroke him and make him all better?” she  snarled nastily before slamming the door. “Just keep being a bastard, and that’s the only way you’ll get any sex all week!” she yelled through the closed door. 

Oh great, now she’s mad! “What did I do?” he said, looking down at Wilbur. “Buddy, looks like we’re in the doghouse,” he breathed, but before he could share anymore guy talk with his dick, Mac swung the bathroom door open and yelled angrily, “Are you gonna join me and screw me against the shower wall or talk to your dick all day? Get with the program, Rabb!” He followed her with a smile. 
 

Continue to Part II