Hey... the Random Musings of a Ficcing Minx

One of the activities that has been done before is 'D-Dub's Backrub': and on this cruise, it's being repeated. Totally randomly the compere for the event picks your number; you blush, but walk up to the stage and introduce yourself before putting on the blindfold and settling into the sun lounge provided. 

You get comfy then hear whoops and cheering, then smell some scented oil mixed with the fresh scent of clouds; and soft, warm hands on your shoulders, slowly, softly & slightly sensuously massaging your neck, shoulders & back, before trailing down onto your legs, starting slightly higher than the leg of your shorts. You lick your lips and hope that the audience or whoever it is can't tell what it's doing to you! You feel the hands leave your feet then put themselves back onto your shoulders to help you turn over, and all of a sudden muscular long legs coated in coarse leg hairs rasp against you as the owner of the legs straddles you, squatting slightly so they're almost touching your shorts with theirs. Their soft hands soon find your their way onto your stomach, starting off by tracing tiny circles onto you before growing in bravado and massaging around your navel in swirls inwards to your bellybutton: by now, you're fidgeting a little as the ache inside you grows. You silently wish whoever's massaging you would slide their hands either a little further up or a little further down to address the tingling stimulation they've begun, but also hope no one can see or sense the tingles currently running across your body. 

"I think it's time our guest found out who's been giving the massage" the host announces, and the blindfold is lifted: you blink a few times as your vision normalises to be greeted by the vision of Jordan Knight; dressed seductively comfily in his tight white tank top, pale linen shorts and straw fedora. 

"Hey…" he greets you. "was the massage good?" 

"Yeah… er, hi" you feel your entire body flush with warmth at the hunk still straddling you. "it was… wow." 

"So glad you enjoyed it, too"

"You enjoyed massaging me?"

"I did" he whispers, then leans forwards and sighs into your ear "ahhh fuck yeahhh, I was enjoyin' it so much" 

"Can I reciprocate then, please Jordan?" Inside, you cringe as your head admonishes your heart & hormones for getting to your mouth before logical thoughts did; in fact, your head is going so wild that at first it doesn't comprehend Jordan's reply…

"Sure"

"Wha…?! You mean…" 

"Yeah, c'mon, let's go to my cabin." Jordan offers his hand and pulls you up, embracing you while whispering "meet me at the Skylounge doorway in 30 minutes, Baby; and if you're there before me and you get asked why, tell 'em you got a rendezvous". 

You rush back to your cabin to very, very quickly freshen up, grab some clean undies and a fresh coat of lipstick, then head off to your 'rendezvous', standing nervously waiting for him to show up. 

"Hello there, not too late am I?" Jordan taps your shoulder from behind then moves to the front of you while you turn, so when you turn back he's within kissing distance; so he surprise pecks you on the lips. "Don't mind, do ya? That's a deposit; you'll get the rest 'laytah' when we're in my cabin. I didn't get chance to say on stage, but dayummmmm you're stunnin', absolutely stunnin'! So, so sexy"

You don't know quite what to say to that. 

"Still wanna come to my cabin? Or we could go sit & visit, just chattin' if you'd 'rahthah'? I just wanna spend some time with ya, gettin' to know ya" he says with a smile. 

"Errrrr… your cabin. It'll be quieter there" you reply, hardly believing what's happening. 

"K, great! Hey 'mebbe' you can massage me if the offer's still available"