As of this day, a long and eventful career as cruise ship director aboard the "Global Sun" and past assignments on other cruise ships comes to a sad ending. I say "sad" because I'm truly going to miss my favorite part of the job.
Over the years I've been a lucky bastard of fate and serendipity you could say, meaning retirement will no doubt be painful in the sense that I'll long for those easy thrills of young girls and their smooth, sensuous little bodies; the same little bodies that any lover of little girls would die for, but mine...all mine to fondle, feel up and on a few rare occasions, to fuck without guilt or consequences.
After twenty plus years of serving in various positions aboard some of the grandest and most luxurious cruise ships on the planet, its time to share my illicit, sexually satisfying experiences with others.
A delightful, devastatingly cute child named Abby was my first, but not my most memorable success.
At just eight years old her shiny, golden locks of fine hair and cute little shapely ass made her look adorable the first time I laid eyes on her. I swear, that smooth, inviting baby soft skin seemed to glow, advertising her untouched innocence...and igniting a latent desire for her young pussy, a desire which caught me by surprise since at the time I wasn't aware of my budding attraction for the likes of little preteen girls.
I couldn't take my eyes from her as she skipped along the portside walkway, humming a tune while unconsciously playing with the hem of her short dress, and eventually revealing her forbidden sexuality to a pair of lusty eyes and enticing a pussy starved man with needs.
A smile came my way as she noticed me watching, admiring her young body and not sure if I was a friend or...that stranger her mother warned her about.
The incredible sensation of a first time sexual experience with a child still lingers in my brain somewhere, and my cock still gets hard every time a cute preteen girl is in sight.
Sometimes I smile to myself when I think about how it felt to take her panties off that historic day.
After a bit of harmless chit- chat and small talk, we became fast friends. All smiles, she followed me on my rounds, as I got busy checking on the other passengers while performing my appointed duties, and making sure everyone was having a good time. But back in those days most cruise ships didn't cater to kids and there wasn't much for them to do or enjoy. Meanwhile she admitted her boredom as we walked, talking and finally holding hands when alone on the deck. Then an offer to take her on a tour of the ship brought an immediate smile of delight to her face, her eyes sparkling and her eyes wide with joy.
The rest of the day was spent together, bonding while touring the mysterious places aboard the boat; including the kitchen, engine room and finally, my private quarters, which were well below the upper decks in the bowels of the ship.
My little friend looked even more desirable as the day progressed. The old imagination was in high gear, full speed ahead, filling with thoughts about how I might get into her panties. Then a lucky accident occurred when she spilled a 'left over' glass of red wine in my bedroom on her pretty dress.
After the initial "OH DARN!" and "MY MOMS GONNA BE MAD!" she agreed to let me have her skirt cleaned so her mother wouldn't find out how clumsy and careless she was.
With hesitation she slipped the dress off while standing in my room, finally flashing a thin, suspicious little grin while I helped her undress. After a bit of protest and hesitation, I actually convinced her to let me take her panties off-under the pretence of making sure there was no wine on them too.
"We wouldn't want your mom to get mad at you now would we?" I continued, wearing my most convincing expression of concern.
Seeing Abby's sexually alluring, naked preteen body for the first time brought my cock to an immediate erection. She soon realized the obvious delight in my eyes as I examined her little girl sexual features with interest and lust written all over my face. But surprisingly she didn't respond in the way I expected. Curious about my interest in her, she displayed a curious grin, asking if I thought she was pretty then posing in a naughty, teasing, animated fashion.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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