For my thirty-fifth birthday I gave myself a cruise on the Mediterranean. Traveling alone is never easy, but being alone at home isn't easier. On board I asked if I could join a table, but no one ever sought me out to join them. I went ashore on the various land tours and went to cocktail hour on board.

I sent my clothes for laundry and my things got back, but not my strapless bra. I had planned on wearing a strapless dress to dinner and facing my situation I tried on the dress braless. What I saw was nipples against the fabric as well as bouncing breasts. The bouncing felt good, the feel of the fabric against my breasts felt good. I searched through my cosmetic bag and taped two band aids over my nipples and walked out. Every step I took I felt my breasts move, as I went passed other guests or staff their eyes followed my chest. I was getting moist, and flush.

In the cocktail lounge I did my best to sit so my dress hugged my breasts. A older man showed up and offered to buy me a drink, he was with his family following his wife's death. He sent his daughter away, and sat with me and we shared a couple glasses of wine. He invited me to join his family and after dinner to join him in the lounge. He escorted me to my room and his hands maneuvered me out of my dress, laughing as I tore the band aids off.

He pressed and I gave in, he thanked me for a night away from his family, I didn't thank him for my first time. I spent the remaining three days escorted by him, we spent the nights together. We stay in touch but have not traveled to be together again. For me I finally had a man, for him I suppose twenty five years younger makes me a young chick on a cruise. If I never see him again, I will nonetheless remember him, I don't think it's proper to forget your first.