Sexy Red Hood
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“Go save your Grandmother.” With those words, Red Hood races off to the Emerald Forest cruise ship to rescue her grandmother - and her inheritance - from a gigolo. An emerald necklace, woodsman, wolf and a night with liquid chocolate and whipping cream all make for one memorable cruise. More
He settled on the stool next to her. "So, to continue my Red Riding Hood theme—"
"You aren't going to sing again?"
"I might. Obviously you're Red Riding Hood. I'm the woodsman, which is funny because that's my name."
"This is me laughing." She took her drink from the bartender and had a sip. "Mmm."
"Your grandmother's here, so all we have to do is find the wolf. And I think I know who it is?" He popped his eyebrows up and down. "The guy who says he's a fashion photographer, you know, Wilhelm Olf."
Red choked on her drink. When she stopped coughing, she said, "You've been out in the hot sun way too long. I think your brain is baked."
Ignoring her sarcasm, he continued, "I'll bet he's one of those guys who goes on cruises and looks for people to rob. He's way too smooth, a Scandinavian last name--Olf and a Latin lover image going on, but he sounds—"
"American. I know." Red began to see some sense in Chopper's ramblings.
"That makes him the bad guy, which is the wolf. Wolf? Look at his name. W. Olf."
Red crinkled her brow in confusion and took another swallow of her Slow Screw.
"Ok, teacher time. Sound out the word – w – olf. Put the sounds together and what do you get?"
"A punch in the nose."
"Wolf. Can you say wolf?" He checked right and left. "I've seen him stalking around the ship, hiding in shadows, watching people."
Rolling her eyes, Red said, "Drink your drink. You've lost your grip on reality and need alcohol."
"Yea, well, when your diamond tiara is missing, don't come running to me."
The glass sliding doors to the ballroom were slid apart and the sounds of the orchestra floated out. “Care to dance with the big bad wolf? Emphasis on big and bad.”
“I’d love to.” She stepped into his arms.
Resting her head on his shoulder, Red let herself be guided around the deck, dipped and spun. Not once did this dance partner step on her feet or bounce her off a piece of furniture. When love ballads played, their bodies pressed close together. Red could feel his hard muscles pressing up against her soft curves. When the music picked up tempo, Red shook her breasts and playfully flaunted herself. She watched his eyes as they followed every movement of her body.
Laughing, they fell together. Will’s lips were on hers. His hands roamed up her ass and kneaded her flesh through her skirt and panties. He turned so she was between him and the ship’s railing.
Slipping his hand under her skirt, up the back of her thigh, over the edge of her panties waistband, he slid his fingers down the curve of her ass.
With a soft moan, Red shifted her feet to allow his hand to investigate more intimate and sexually pleasing places. She reached inside her top and pulled her bra up over her breasts and rubbed her chest against his. Her nipples hardened with the heat of the friction.
“I want you,” he breathed into her ear.
“Take me”, was her breathless response.
He straightened and looked into her eyes. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve wanted to since the moment I fell into your arms. I’ve fantasized about you making love to me. Please, take me. I want you inside me.”
Without speaking or touching they walked to the elevator, rode to the fifteenth floor and turned in the direction of his room. He pulled the key card from his wallet, slid it through the door and waited for the little green light. He kicked the door open, scooped Red into his arms and carried her inside.
The room was lit with dozen of flickering candles. Next to the small table was a dining cart. On it was a bowl of whipping cream, a pot of chocolate being kept warm by a smaller burner and a dish of red strawberries. He kicked off his shoes and carried her to the bedroom. She flipped off her sandals a moment before her feet touched the carpet.
Red glanced at the candles and dessert cart and smiled at Will. He shrugged his shoulders. “Made a wish on a star.”
She bit her bottom lip. “Wishes do come true.”
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