Peter (The one from Neverland) was one of the first people I met. He was on my team and had been put in charge of teaching me everything I needed to know – turns out that also included teaching me about ship romance.
We hit it off pretty quickly, he was funny and awkward – we spent a lot of time together so it naturally happened that we became more than work colleagues. The first night anything tangible started we’d been drinking at the bar (what a surprise!) and we’d walked home together, we stood outside his cabin and kissed. Then he went to bed and I went back to the bar…
From there we started mucking-about backstage, at the bar, in port – everywhere! He was sweet and very attractive. We even went stargazing on the ship’s helipad one night, where we did the classic “Jack and Rose” thing.
Peter was always very easy to please, however I’m someone who likes to talk during sex – if you knew me, you’d know I barely ever shut up so this wouldn’t be a surprise. What I didn’t expect was that the language barrier would become such a burden…
One day during sex (yes, we had DAYTIME SEX) I told him:
“I can’t wait to have more time, so I can tease you properly”
Which lead to a pause in the action whilst I tried to explain the word “tease”. I’m embarrassed to say this ended with him getting up a translation app on his phone, mid-sex, completely ruining the mood…
Bunk Beds & Break Waves. 