“About another hour I would say. We are doing just over ten knots.” She smiled as sweetly as she could, and fluttered her natural looking eyelash extensions at him. Then stopped and stood, her green eyes almost staring at him through the kohl eyeliner. He looked back at her as though she had a screw loose and she didn’t like it one bit. She smiled, her thin lips stretching tightly in a half crescent moon shape. She obviously had to try a different tact.
She tottered back and sat in the soft cushions of the lounger on the deck. She had to think quickly regarding what she was going to do. She only had a few more hours to make something happen with them both. Most men would have responded by now, but then again, he wasn’t most men. She knew that he would be a challenge. He was the big prize she was after. He was going to require a different approach. Something a lot more decisive and persuasive. She stretched her arms back over her head and arched her back and thrust her breasts forward. Breasts, which were being pushed up by the strong under wiring of her wonder bra. The bra gave her breasts a better , rounder and firmer looking shape. She had also added to her undergarments a Victorian corset, which she had laced herself into tightly to make her waist appear tinier. She couldn’t do anything regarding the shape of her legs as she had been born with them. Over the years the weight had piled on, taking away from any gentle tapering her legs had when she was younger. Today she had disguised them with a flouncy pair of short shorts. Regardless, she knew if she could keep men’s focus elsewhere, namely on their own erections, she could take care of the rest. They never seemed to complain about or notice her looks. Although she had never managed to keep a man interested in her for very long. She was absolutely positive Julian was different and once she caught him, he would be hers…forever.
She looked in her bag at the bottle of Valium lurking at the bottom and smiled. She would sneak a few tablets to him in food when they arrived. Then she would be able to start her first phase of seduction. Of course he wouldn’t be able to resist. In fact, she doubted he would be able to do much. She didn’t give a damn. All she wanted was an opportunity to use him a little, take a few photos and then manoeuvre him in to her master plan.
She smiled across at him and waved. He looked briefly in her direction and then looked back to the horizon. His resistance was starting to turn her on, making her plans for him so much sweeter.
After about an hour, he started slowing the yacht down and she stood to watch as they moored by a buoy. He went inside the cabin and brought out the picnic basket which she had ordered. He boarded the ding h y used to go ashore, stowing the picnic basket for Devia. Since it had been lowered into the water, he held his hand out to help her down into the rubber boat. It was a sturdy William’s turbojet.
“You might want to remove your shoes.” He said matter-of-factly. “They won’t help you on the beach.”
She hated being told what to do. However, she knew he was right, so she slipped off her high sling backs, hating the fact he was now looking at her bare feet. She prayed that her bright red toenail polish had not chipped. She held her hand out and he took it to help her as she got in.
Devia lowered herself down into the boat and purposefully lost her balance so that she could run into him. He caught her and immediately held her away to a safe distance and sat her down on one of the passenger seats. He started the engine, the boat bursting to life as they sped away towards the shore. She felt exhilarated. She loved the speed and the sound of the engine far more than she had enjoyed the sailing. But then she always did like a good bit of thrust. She turned around to look at him. His green eyes were focused on the boat safely manoeuvring the waves, and bringing them safely to the shore. He slowed the engine and then cut it, allowing the boat to move forward under its own momentum. He jumped over and pulled the ding h y up on to the sand. She sat waiting. Watching his arm muscles flexing as he worked to get the ding h y up on the shore. He then held his hand out and she stepped over and purposely tried to run into his arms again. She wished he would hold her, so she could look up at him, breathe in his manly scent and then he would look down, his green eyes looking passionately and intently at her, he would bend his head to hers and kiss her on her eagerly awaiting lips. She closed her eyes for a moment and saw the scene in her head. When she opened them, he was already walking up the beach to set up a blanket for her and was taking items from the picnic basket out so she could have lunch. He put up a large umbrella to provide some shade and then opened a sun lounger for her. The last items he drew from the picnic basket were champagne and one glass. He noted there were two glasses, but he only took the one and poured the champagne for her.
“Oh, you must have one too, Julian. I brought the other glass for you.”
“No, thank you. I don’t drink when I am working.” Her face dropped. If he didn’t drink, it was going to ruin her plans for him somewhat.
“Just the one, surely. I would hate to tell Andrew you were grumpy and rude.”
Julian stiffened at her suggestion that he was anything but professional. Andrew already knew he didn’t want to take her today, the last thing he needed was her complaining that he hadn’t done his job properly.
“Hmmm. Ok. Just the one glass though.” She smiled at his grimace, she knew he didn’t want the drink and it pleased her that he was going to have it anyway. She liked to be in charge.
She asked him to get her shoes from the boat for her. It was odd and although he didn’t know why she wanted them, he went and got them anyway.
While he was walking down the beach to the boat, she quickly got the Valium out of her bag, crushed it, and dropped it in his drink. By the time he returned, the additional fizzles had subsided, and the drug had dissolved. It just looked like a normal bubbly glass of champagne.
She gestured to him to sit on the blanket and he did so reluctantly.
“To us!” She toasted. He didn’t drink. “Sailing back safely,” she added. He lifted the glass to his lips and drank with her. He grimaced again and she prayed he could only taste the champagne.
He leaned over to the chilled picnic basket and got out the plates and silverware that w ere strapped to its lid. Next came the smoked salmon and the caviar. She had also ordered a variety of brown bread rolls, a selection of sliced hams, and unsalted butter. There were also sliced cucumbers, capers, slices of lemon and cherry tomatoes. For dessert there were large, ripe, juicy strawberries, a small container of fresh cream, chocolate dipping sauce and another bottle of champagne. He looked at her and wondered exactly how much she could eat alone. She had brought enough food, for two people, for a week. ‘What a pig, no wonder she was overweight, if she ate like that. She consumed enough calories for an entire football team.’ He thought.
He placed the food on the blanket so that she could help herself. She daintily took a plate and placed a small selection on her plate. He sat and looked away as she began to eat. Not wanting to see her devour the picnic. He so didn’t want to be there.
“Eat, Julian. I brought extra for you.” She smiled sweetly at him, and he looked back at her, his steely gaze filled with loathing. He didn’t like how she spoke to him. It was too familiar. But his hands were tied so he took a little to show he was appeasing his client. He felt as though she were treating him as her servant and he wasn’t enjoying it one bit. He hated domineering women.
As he ate his food and looked out to the distance he wished he were with Crystal right now. In his mind, he visualised the kids at school. He wished that he and Crystal made the time to do things like this together. It had been such a long time since they had spent ‘adult’s only time’ without the kids. He couldn’t remember the last time they had really been alone. They had fallen into a rut over the years. As soon as he got back he would make it up to Crystal and plan a few special dates for just the two of them. He just had to get through this day with Devia and everything would be ok. He knew that he could put this crazy woman behind him. As soon as the booking was over, he would never have to see her again. After half an
hour, she had finished eating so he stood up and started to clear the things away, putting the plates back into the picnic basket and packing the uneaten food. He looked at the sky. It was clear, blue, and as always, seagulls were riding the breeze. The seagulls got everywhere. ‘She could go for a walk, take some touristy pictures while he cleared and readied everything to sail back.’ He said to himself mentally.
Julian started to feel very drowsy. He shook his head, but was unable to clear his mind. It was as though a fog was slowly descending. He felt so heavy and tired. He sat down on the blanket and tried to look at her, but she was swimming in and out of focus.
“I’m sorry, I am not feeling very well. I feel very strange.” He could hear his words were heavily slurred. He put his weight on his hands to stand up, but instead stayed right where he was. His vision going in, and out, of focus.
“Oh dear!” she said, fake concern in her voice, but a small smile on her thin red lips.
He went to stand again. This time his body lunged forward, and he fell face down in the blanket. Out cold. She smiled at his now face down body with a look of evil triumph on her face . She kicked him lightly with her foot to see if he would have any reaction. Of course there was none.
“Julian?” She waited. No response. “Julian?” She said louder. She nudged him with her foot harder this time, her leg stretching across from her chair to him. If he came to, she didn’t want to be caught standing over him. She’d definitely pretend he had momentarily blacked out. When she had nudged him good and hard a few more times for good measure and he still hadn’t woke up, she started laughing hysterically. He was an idiot.
Devia got up from her chair and rolled Julian over on to his back. He would be out for a few hours with the dose she gave him. Plenty of time for her to do whatever she wanted with him. She got out her collapsible tripod and set up the small camera she had with her so that the blanket was in view. She checked the viewfinder to be sure that the picnic was beautifully arranged, then she set it on a timer to take photos at five second intervals. It would keep taking them until she switched the timer off. She went over to him and sat astride him.
“Oh Julian, d arling.” She said to him, as he slept. “I have so been looking forward to this.”
‘Click, click, click, click, click, click.’ The camera started snapping away.
It took photo after photo, as she leaned forward and kissed him, smiled, and made it look like she was riding him in ecstasy. She started to undress and threw her clothes off in abandon until she was naked and writhing upon him.
‘Click, click, click, click, click, click.’
“Oh darling, this is so much fun.” She smiled into the camera as she spoke. Her eyes filled with lust.
When she had enough photos of her naked on top of him, making it look as though they were having sex, she started to undress him. She was laughing the entire time and it looked like he was helping her. Before long, she was kissing down his neck, then along his naked and firm torso and down to the edge of his belt. She began to unbuckle his belt and slowly pulled his trousers off. She kissed along the edge of his underwear and then pulled them off too.
‘Click, click, click, click, click, click.’
She smiled at his semi hard erection and started to hold his member in her hands. It didn’t take her long to take him into her mouth to fellate him for the camera. He was at an angle so his face couldn’t be seen, and it would look to anyone seeing the pictures, as though he were fully involved. She licked along his shaft and took him in her mouth acting for the camera the entire time. While he was not fully erect due to the drugs, she made him appear so. She straddled him and made it look as though he were entering her. She threw her head back in apparent passionate abandon.
‘Click, click, click, click, click, click.’
She rode him, her nails digging into his broad chest, in desire. She rubbed her clit against his pubic bone and along his semi-hard shaft. She was actually enjoying herself and without meaning to she started to climax upon him.
“Oh Julian. My God, I’m coming!” She screamed in pleasure and fell forward against him.
‘Click, click, click, click, click, click.’
She lay there panting against him and listened to his heartbeat in her ear, such a steady strong beat. She leaned up on her elbows and looked at his peaceful slumbering face and kissed his relaxed and sleeping mouth. All the time, the camera was taking pictures. She stood up and then sat astride his face and lowered herself onto his lips. She wanted him to taste her when he woke up.
‘Click, click, click, click, click, click.’
She gyrated her hips above him causing her climactic juices to smear all over his lips and mouth. Again, she acted for the camera. This was such a turn on for her, she looked down at his still heavily sleeping face. She thought about him opening his eyes and looking directly at her with such lust, his tongue lapping at her womanhood hungrily, and she came again, squirting her pussy juices all over his face. Her face was flushed with the strength of the climax and her heart was racing. She climbed off him and leaned down to passionately kiss him. She tasted herself on him. She couldn’t resist taking his member in her mouth once more, but this time she turned around and got into a sixty-nine position.
‘Click, click, click, click, click, click.’
When she could come no more, she tired of playing with him. Devia got up and went to switch the camera off. She started to dress him, then thought better of it. She wanted to admire him further and it was perfect sunbathing weather.
She smiled as she watched his slow steady breathing, his chest rising and falling as he slept peacefully. An immense feeling of pleasure came over her looking at his naked and used body lying before her, his feet just off the edge of the blanket. There would be no way they were going back to the marina yet. She estimated he would be under for at least six hours in total from the Valium. Plenty of time to enjoy him fully. To complete the appearance of their afternoon, she had another outfit in her bag. Her final pose, the one that was going to seal the deal for her was going to be him on top of her with her legs around him and her head thrown back as though in ecstasy. All for the camera. She laughed to herself. And to think they said the camera never lies. It did, if you knew just how to do it.
To complete her illusion, she would have to dress him before he woke up. If she timed it right, she could wake him up and he would not remember anything she did with him while he was out. His memory would only return after the drug had worn off and he wouldn’t remember a thing because he was out cold. She decided that when she dressed him, she would keep his underwear as a wonderful souvenir of the day. She smiled again at the thought of him wondering where his underwear was.
It wasn’t long before Devia got bored of just looking at him and she was tempted to take the dinghy , board the yacht and leave him there stranded on the deserted island by himself. That would teach him a lesson about not taking her seriously and for assuming she was a fool. But she didn’t really want to leave him, not her plans to get him into her life were coming to fruition. She decided to take the remaining few photos and afterwards she would dress him. She got up and switched on the camera again, then returned to the blanket to position herself under him.
‘Click, click, click, click, click, click.’
Lying down on the blanket and positioning him above her took all her strength because he was dead weight. However, she couldn’t have been more pleased with the way his head flopped over her shoulder and faced down, looking as though he was kissing her neck. It was perfect. She wrapped her legs around him and posed for the camera. He whispered something in his sleep , and she stopped staying dead still to listen as he spoke. She strained to hear his words, but they were unintelligible so she carried on gyrating her ample hips under him as the camera clicked on.
After a few more minutes, she had gotten the photos she needed so she stopped to dress him. Julian turned over in his sleep so Devia took the opportunity to clothe that side of hi
s body. Moving his limbs was not easy and they were heavy for her to move in his sleep. Devia didn’t notice, but she was exhausted. She slipped the camera and tripod in her bag and was relieved when she had finished clearing away the evidence. No chance of being caught. She lay back on the sun lounger and decided to snooze. After all, there was nothing more she could do with him until he woke up and that wouldn’t be for some time. As an afterthought, she went through his pockets and found his mobile phone and proceeded to read all of his text messages. Then she added her phone number to his list of contacts under the name Derek. Smiling at her deviousness, she sent herself a few erotic text messages and made a few calls to her own phone She left it off the hook so if anyone looked at her phone records it would look as though they had a lengthy conversation. As well as adding the few missed calls. Guys never noticed anything like that, especially not under another man’s name. Chances are he didn’t even text much and would never even think to look there. Why should he, if he didn’t text? She laughed out loud, and shivered with the deliciousness of her plan. Then she closed her eyes and took a nap.
When she woke up later, it was dark. The night was clear and you could see the stars. Julian was still snoozing happily. He snored slightly. It was just too tempting. She laid beside him and watched him sleep for a while, then she snuggled into him. He put his arm around her automatically and held her in his drugged sleep. She was in seventh heaven. ‘So this is what he would be like to sleep with,’ she thought. It made her more determined than ever to make this happen. He made her feel so safe and protected in his strong arms. She lifted her leg up and rested it across his thighs and his hand came down and rested gently upon her thigh. She had never been so happy. He was going to be hers, and only hers. It would be like this forever. She smiled again, closed her eyes, and within seconds, was also fast asleep.
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