My Nights With Kate
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Kate
Growing up, I was exposed to the wealthier side of society through my father, but it definitely didn’t prepare me for anything like the yacht we were to test drive. That ship was so amazing that I couldn’t even begin to describe it. It was as if someone took a cruise ship, gutted it, and then stuck a luxury hotel inside it. Each room had thick plush carpet, immaculate furnishings, crystal chandeliers and every amenity you could possibly imagine. The lounge not only had numerous overstuffed leather chairs and couches, but also a baby grand piano. The rooms that didn’t have plush carpet had beautiful hardwood or teak floors, and it seemed that every room had a gorgeous fireplace. The area that I instantly fell in love with, however, was the sun deck (or Lido deck) on the fifth level. Sitting nearly 40 feet above the water, it provided breathtaking views. It seemed as if someone was always there, catering to our every need. If we got too hot, there was even a small pool to take a dip in. Unfortunately, the sun was setting just as we arrived. When the accent lighting came on, however, it was still gorgeous.
“Are the two of you getting hungry?” our server asked, as he pulled a small menu from his pocket. “Here are the choices for this evening.”
As I looked through the menu, it was obvious that they had stuffed a five-star restaurant into the ship, as well. It was no wonder they had a staff of a dozen people.
“Balsamic Grilled New York Strip with Candied Bacon Relish and Blue Cheese,” Jack selected, without a moment of hesitation. Since we were at sea, I decided to try the Sea Bass with Bacon Artichoke Stuffing and Smoked Tomato-Shrimp Relish.
“Good choice, madam. It was caught fresh this morning,” he said, with a courteous bow before heading below.
“Okay, Jack. You definitely surprised me.”
“I hoped I would. Let’s go below and have a cocktail before dinner,” he replied, taking me by the hand. “This is quite a ship, isn’t it?”
“That’s a definite understatement. How do we even decide where to eat?”
“We can eat anywhere you want.”
"Let’s start out casual and eat in the lounge.”
The bar top was acrylic, and a bluish hue lit the counter. Flat screen televisions, an incredible sound system, accent lighting, and an upscale décor made the lounge killer, even by Manhattan standards. The moment we sat down, a bartender named Lewis appeared to take our order. They must’ve had sensors in the chairs or something! When our meal was ready, they delivered it to the bar so we could continue to enjoy the ambience and great cocktails. I don’t think the server was joking when he said the Bass had been caught earlier that day. It was spectacular!
“Is your steak as fresh as my fish, Jack?”
“The best steaks are aged, Kate, and this is one is right up there with the best I’ve tasted,” he replied, as he devoured his meal.
The strangest part was having the whole ship to ourselves. It was actually an eerie kind of feeling. As each of the crew members completed their tasks, they would disappear into the background once again. However, the moment you thought of needing anything, someone would be there to take care of it. We decided on a third decadent cocktail in place of dessert, and then it was time for me to surprise Jack!
“Where’s that massage room?”
“I don’t have a clue. We’ll have to ask Lewis. I assume it’s time for my surprise?”
“Indeed,” I replied, thinking that I would have to kick it up a notch to compete with his surprise.
Lewis called the concierge, and a massage table was delivered to the Master Cabin, where we would be spending the next few nights. Our room, like all the rest of the ship, was simply over the top. It was every bit as elegant and luxurious as the Diamond Suite, with a king-size bed, plush furniture, warm, rich colors and a majestic granite fireplace.
“Are you thinking about buying this, Jack?”
“I’m thinking of putting down a $5 million deposit on it. What do you think?”
“It’s gorgeous, but I don’t know if you would even dare allow kids onboard. Everything just seems so expensive and breakable.”
“Well, since my kids are 25 and 24, I think they would fare okay. Right now, it’s in show-off mode. I’ll definitely tone things down and make it more livable. Someday, I’ll have to add a sandbox for the little grandkids,” he countered. “Shit, I almost forgot to call Brandon,” he added, heading into the attached office.
Suddenly, I felt that pit in my stomach return. What am I thinking, falling for someone more than twice my age? I’m not even out of college, and he’s talking about having grandchildren. It’s moments like this that crash me back to reality. And Jack wonders why I have anxiety. I wish I could just enjoy the moment and not keep worrying about the future. It’s an annoying habit.
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Jack
Bringing Brandon onboard was one key to creating a successful business team for Kate. He had good instincts and was quick to grasp marketing concepts. In fact, he had most of the same traits that made me successful, except his soft heartedness and need for certainty. He inherited those traits from his mother. As long as we had proper incentives in place for the factory managers, he should do alright though.
I was encouraged by his improved demeanor when I called. Andrew had sent over his marketing ideas earlier, and I forwarded them to Brandon. He was beginning to see how his old man made so much money. If you built a strong brand, the margins in fashion were astronomical. Needless to say, he was much more receptive than the first time we talked. I was initially drawn to the fashion industry after seeing how much money my father’s client made. Now Brandon was being drawn in the same way.
“I’ve already taken Wednesday through Friday off next week,” he informed me toward the end of our conversation.
“That’s great, Brandon. I’m glad you will be going with Rich to Allentown. This will be good experience for you.”
“Can we have lunch tomorrow and go over everything?”
“Sorry, son. I’m half way between Puerto Rico and the Virgin Islands.”
“Really? Why?”
“I’m test driving a yacht; well actually, test riding would be more accurate. I just sent you a link to the listing, so you can see what she looks like.”
“Holy shit! Two hundred and twenty feet long? How much is that thing?”
“Oh, it’s plenty, but I’ve always loved the idea of being free and sailing the world. You and Jayne will enjoy it, as well. I’m sure.”
“Yeah. What’s not to like?”
“Let’s get together Tuesday night for dinner, and we’ll go over everything. You guys will need to leave for Allentown about 8 A.M. on Wednesday. I’ll have a helicopter ready for you, so it’ll only be an hour out.”
“Alright, Dad. Enjoy your test drive. Who’s with you?”
“It’s just me, son. But there’s a crew of a dozen, so they’ll keep me company.”
I felt a twinge of guilt lying to my son, but there wasn’t really any reason to complicate things at the moment. The guilt factor multiplied as I walked back into the bedroom and realized that Kate had heard our entire conversation.
“It’s just you, huh?”
“Sorry about that. It’s a bit complicated since your mother thinks the two of you are dating. His question caught me off-guard. So, it was easiest just to say I was alone.”
“I know. It’s fine. At least we’re both liars!” she replied, taking my hand and leading me to the massage table. She had dimmed the lights and was dressed in only a robe.
“Alright! I finally get my surprise!”
“Yes,” she replied, unbuttoning my shirt.
I focused on her face, as she slowly and deliberately released each button. She was doing it in such a sensual way that I was already beginning to get aroused. I tried to kiss her, but she pulled back. “Tonight is all about you, Jack. You don’t get to do a thing.”
“Okay, darling. I’m yours,” I relented.
Once my shirt was complete
ly unbuttoned, she slowly undid my belt and trousers, letting them drop to my ankles. As she ran her hands along the inside of my legs, I could feel my manhood beginning to strain against my boxers. She seemed to be enjoying this teasing because she brushed her lips softly against me before standing up.
“It’s time for your blindfold,” she stated, pulling one from her bag of tricks.
She secured the blindfold and then led me to the massage table before slowly removing my underwear. Things were definitely getting hot, as I could feel her warm breath against my sensitive skin. Once again, she brushed her moist lips against me before kissing her way up my body. I found it amazing how much more noticeable each sensation was now that I was visually impaired. I could feel my skin tingle each time she softly brushed against me.
“Lie down on the table,” she instructed, using her most authoritative voice.
As soon as I found a comfortable position, I heard a familiar metallic clinking and knew what was coming next. She giggled as she slipped the first handcuff on my wrist. She pulled my hand up next to my head and attached the other end of the handcuff to the leg of the massage table. Moving her hands slowly down the length of my body, she paused when she reached my feet. I then heard another familiar clinking sound before she slowly began working her way up my other leg. Once again, she placed a handcuff on my wrist and secured it to the table leg just above my head. Next, I heard the sound of her robe hitting the floor, as she released it while standing only inches from my head. I could smell her sweet fragrance as she leaned over me and began massaging my chest with her warm, oily fingers. Instinctively, I wanted to reach up and touch her but, due to my restraints, had to simply lay there and allow her to do whatever she wanted with me. Believe it or not; I was one who has always liked to be in control, so this was uncharted territory.
She continued to drizzle warm oil along my body and follow-up with those warm, soft hands. She worked her way down one side of my body and back up the other. When she reached my groin on the way down, it felt as if she were leaning in so I could feel her warm breath before continuing downward. As she worked her way up my legs, she would move slowly up my thighs before brushing past my balls and moving back down along the top of my legs. She seemed to enjoy the fact that my stiff member would flex each time she brushed by, which she was doing with increasing frequency.
Finally, after what seemed like ten minutes of teasing me, she finally poured some oil on my rock-hard cock. I could feel the warm oil, as it worked its way down my shaft and trickled onto my balls. I was anticipating the touch of Kate’s hands, but instead was left high and dry once again.
“You know I had a testosterone shot yesterday,” I reminded her.
“Oh, I know. That’s why this is going to be so much fun for both of us!”
Testosterone was a double-edged beast. On the one hand, it makes you feel like a real man: powerful and invincible. On the other hand, however, it makes you aggressive and lustful. Lying there, in such a lustful state of mind with no outlet, was actually becoming quite frustrating. Kate is really going to get it next time. As if she were reading my mind, her small, soft hands began stroking me. As soon as it started feeling really good, however, she would change it up and go back to light, teasing strokes.
“Shhhh….” she said, when I protested. “Just lay back and enjoy this. From what I read online, it will be worth it.”
If the goal was to make me horny out of my mind, she was definitely doing a good job. My cock had never been as hard as it got that night. She would massage the length of my shaft, then give me a few good strokes, then caress my head before moving back to my balls, and then she would start the whole routine over again. It definitely took some getting used to, but, after a few times, I just relaxed and began to enjoy it. It became quite sensual once I got past my control issues and just focused on the pleasure. Music had been playing in the background the whole time, but I hadn’t paid much attention until Good Feeling came on. Kate seemed to like the song as well, as she finally picked up the pace a bit. A couple minutes into the song, I could tell her goal was to get me to cum by the end of the song. Unfortunately, by this time my cock had become a little desensitized, so it seemed there was little chance for her to accomplish her goal. That’s when she pulled the last surprise out of her bag and gave me the most intense orgasm of my life.
She paused momentarily before I began to hear a vibrating sound. While stroking me with her right hand, she began stimulating the area right beneath my balls with the tip of the vibrator. As good as that felt, it became even more intense as she ran it up and down right between my balls.
“Right there!” I implored, as she hit a particularly sensitive spot.
Just as I had thought she was going to end up with a tired arm and sore hand, she had turned the tables on me. I could feel my toes curl as she moved the vibrator up slightly so it was stimulating the base of my cock, just above my balls. I heard myself gasp as she continued to focus the vibrator on that spot, while stroking me with her free hand and adding her hot mouth to the mix. The next minute was easily one of the most intense of my entire sexual life! Kudos to the website where she learned that combination! As my abs flexed and I felt the tug of my restraints, I tried to relax and extend the pleasure, but this combination was simply overloading my nervous system. My thighs began to spasm as I felt a huge release coming from deep inside me. I let out a huge groan as Kate pulled her mouth away and pumped the full length of my cock with her oily hand.
Despite my pleading for her to stop, she continued to hold the vibrator on that spot and rubbed me as I blew like Mount St. Helens. I came so hard that the first shot actually landed on my blindfold, which was hilarious. She continued to stroke and tease me with that damn vibrator until I absolutely couldn’t take anymore and turned my hips away from her. Wow! I definitely owe her one after this!
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Kate
Watching Jack squirm on the table was awesome. I would’ve kept him going a little longer if he hadn’t managed to pull away, but apparently it was all he could handle. The game of “One Upping” each other when it came to orgasms was getting pretty intense. I don’t think he will be able to top this one, I thought as I pulled off his blindfold and released the hand cuffs.
“You just wait, honey,” he warned, as he wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead.
“Pretty incredible, huh?”
“Yeah. Where the hell did you learn that?”
“I found it online.”
“Alright, now I know what I’m doing tomorrow afternoon. I’ll get you back.”
“Jack, you’ve blown my mind so many times in the past 2 ½ weeks, it’s about time I returned the favor.”
Jack just gave me a smirk and leaned in to give me an incredibly passionate kiss. Now, I was all hot and bothered, but after what Jack had just been through he was definitely done for the night. He collapsed into bed and was fast asleep in a matter of seconds. Luckily, I still had that vibrator, so I ran myself a hot bath and relieved my tension before joining him for a good night of sleep.
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Chapter 22: The Not So Virgin Islands
8:30am - January 21, 2012
Kate
I awoke to the sight of Jack staring at me again. Judging by his rigid eight inches, he was obviously still thinking about the night before. Even though he was ready for more, he wasn’t feeling particularly adventurous. Instead, he defaulted back to his favorite, the missionary position, which always worked for me as well. What a great way to wake up!
After a quick shower, we joined the Captain on the helo-deck for a much needed breakfast. Captain John Alexander had been in command ever since the retrofit and christening of “My Two Loves” in 2009.
“Did you enjoy waking up to this beautiful view?” the Captain inquired.
“Yes, it’s gorgeous,” I responded, even though I had been too distracted until now to notice.
We were anchored in Long Bay, just off the coast of St. T
homas. Captain John went over the plan for the day which was to take us on a half-speed (8 knot) cruise around the U.S. and British Virgin Islands. This would allow us to leisurely see the entire area, and our friendly bartender Lewis would serve as our personal tour guide. On Sunday, we would be able to further investigate anything of interest, before heading back to Puerto Rico in the evening.
“It sounds like a perfect day, Kate,” Jack said, as he showed me to the lido-deck. “I’ll be up as soon as I’m done going over a few things with John.”
“Don’t worry about me. I’m in heaven up here!”
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As the engines fired up to send us on our voyage, Lewis pointed to an area on the hill called Pearson Gardens where he lived for two and a half years as a teenager. His father was a doctor working at the Regional Medical Center at the time. Lewis provided all kinds of insights that we wouldn’t get from a typical tour guide. As we left Long Bay, he showed me a lonely stretch of beach near Careening Cove where they used to take their girlfriends to “hang out”. How great would it be to grow up in a place as beautiful as this?
“Where do you live now?”
“This ship is my home, ma'am. I have a storage locker in San Juan, but this is my home.”
“Wow, do you like it?”
“I love it, ma'am. I am one with the sea.”
“Please, call me Kate. I can see how anyone could fall in love with the sea. It’s so relaxing.”
“It can be dangerous at times as well, but Captain John is quite cautious. He keeps us safe.”
That’s good to know.
As we went around the point and past Morningstar Bay, I commented on all the nice homes that dotted the landscape. Growing up in NYC, we saw the ocean on a regular basis, but it never looked like this. I couldn’t imagine being raised in such a beautiful place.