Renee leaned against the railing of the cruise ship, breathing in the salty sea air, and tried not to let herself give in to the sadness she felt.

Judging from the number of couples and families she had come across on her

trip, it seemed like she was the only person to take a Mediterranean cruise alone. But then there was

Magda. Renée was taken aback by Megda's beauty. Her light brown hair moved like a silky sheet down her back,

blowing in the gentle breeze. She was walking across the top deck of the ship in a long floral

dress, a big smile on her face. Renée watched from afar as Magda took a seat on an empty lounge chair and decided to give

herself a five-minute pause before joining her.

Mind if I sit here?

asked Renee, a bundle of nerves as Magda looked up at her. She was shielding her eyes from the sun.

Go for it. I'm not expecting anyone. Magda leaned back, chuckling. This is my newly divorced celebratory cruise.

Renee could hardly believe that Megda was in the exact same situation.

It almost felt like fate.

They chatted for hours until their hunger drew them to the dinner hall.

They ate, drank, and laughed until the sun was down.

And Magda was pulling Renee into her room. There was such a stunning confidence to her,

and it thrilled Renee to no end. Magda made the first move, pressing her lips against Renée's, as she ran

her fingers through Renée's blonde bob. They moved together onto the bed, with Magda on top.

You are stunning, whispered Magda, roughly pushing up the bottom of Renee's t-shirt.

Renee could only watch an awe as Magda lowered down between her legs and pulled down her shorts.

Then Magda pulled her dress off over her head,

leaving her in just a pale pink bra and panty set. Renee shivered as Magda's fingers slid under the

waistband of her panties, pulling them down. Renée couldn't stop her legs from

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