Mark was a very good-looking guy, which was why Polly had noticed him.

Previously she'd been indifferent to men, caught up in her career.

Mark liked what he saw, too. Polly was a tall girl with terrific legs, large thrusting breasts, and long dark hair. She usually wore her hair in a prim bun when she was on the job, but on the cruise she let it flow down her back.

They met on the deck, and Mark asked her for a drink. They had several drinks, and the next thing Polly knew, they were heading for his cabin. She wasn't used to drinking so much, and she really couldn't remember agreeing to go with him, yet she didn't mind the idea. Mark locked the door behind them, then pulled her into a hot embrace.

His tongue darted suggestively into her mouth, and all of a sudden Polly was horny – horny for the first time in her life. Her whole body tingled, and her pussy went wet with a sudden rush of molten cream. For a moment she didn't understand what was happening to her.

Then gradually it dawned on her that her natural female instincts were at work. It was the first time she'd ever allowed them to surface.

Mary finally broke their steamy kiss and said, "Why don't we take off our clothes and get comfortable?"

Polly reddened and staggered back from him. "Uh, Mark, there's something I ought to tell you," she said. "I'm a virgin. I never even had a date with a man before."

He gawked at her. "A virgin? A virgin over eighteen years old? I didn't know they existed any more," he said.

"Well," Polly said with a sheepish smile, "I know that twenty-eight is kind of old to be a virgin, but things just turned out that way. So I'm a little nervous."