“What are you thinking about?” asked Anna from the doorway of the en-suite. Brett sat up on his elbows and looked at her. She wore a long, sheer black beach gown, open to reveal a tiny black bikini. He felt a distinct tingling sensation in his loins as his eyes traveled up her toned leg, over the pathetic scrap of cloth that barely hid her sex from the world, across her flat yet supple stomach, lingering on her full rounded breasts—also just hidden by a narrow strip of material that covered her nipples and left nothing else to the imagination—up to her determined yet beautiful face.
“Just you, babe,” he lied again. She smiled and walked slowly towards the bed, each movement smooth and drawn out, until she climbed up and crawled onto his lap, never losing eye contact. She straddled him and pulled his mouth up to meet hers. Brett felt the softness of her pushing against the hardness of him. Anna broke off her kiss with a sharp intake of breath as she ground herself intimately against him.
“I’ve been waiting for this,” she whispered breathlessly in his ear. From the other room, the ecstatic cries of Jay’s blonde girlfriend seemed to reach a crescendo, and then it went quiet. Anna smiled down at Brett as sudden, urgent and loud moans from Jay’s other playmate rang out with renewed vigor. “Mmmm, don’t you wish you could be in there? Aren’t they turning you on?” she asked him softly. For a second, Brett pictured Jay’s big black butt bouncing up and down in front of him.
“Honestly, no,” he smiled. “But I know what you mean.” They kissed again, her tongue urgently exploring the inside of his mouth. She reached down to open his fly, but he grabbed her wrist. She broke off the kiss and gave him a concerned look.
“Are you okay, Brett?” asked Anna, feeling insecure for probably the first time in her life.
He gave her a quick kiss, “I’m fine, babe, I promise. I’m just... it’s just... I wanted our first time to be perfect. You know, champagne.” Anna started to smile again. “Rose petals, massage oils, that sort of thing. Not screwing while we listen to Jay constantly banging his hoes.”
“That’s sweet,” replied Anna, before putting her mouth by his ear again and hissing gently, “It just makes me want to do even more naughty things with you than ever.”
“Awesome,” stammered Brett, and scrambled out from under her. “I’ll get changed and we can spend the afternoon drinking and lying in the sun, kissing and building the tension until tonight.”
Anna grabbed his still hard penis through his slacks. “I think we’ve built up enough tension, personally, but I like your thinking.” She let him go, picked up her shades and swept out of the room in one fluid movement.
Brett collapsed back on the bed, the vision of Page filling his head once more. The fuck am I doing...?
Captain Samson dropped anchor far enough out to sea that there was no land in sight. The sun beat down on the yacht as the guests had lunch. Page served salmon mousse and lobster tails with a quinoa, mango, and truffle oil salad, while Fiona kept them topped up with white wine and champagne. Lisa took her lunch break at this time so she could cover after lunch while the other stewards ate.
Jay Money and his girls sat together. The blonde, who turned out to be Jessica from Santa Monica, and the African-American girl, who called herself Coco and was from Long Beach, never sat together, Page noticed. They always kept Jay between them. She wondered if they had sex that way too.
Brett sat next to Jessica, beside Anna who, unlike Jay’s girls, felt it decent to throw a wrap over her skimpy bikini for the meal. Although she was well-formed and her sky-blue bikini top and thong were tiny, Jessica did not have an overabundance of T and A to flaunt. On the other hand, Coco’s purple thong disappeared completely in her full but firm derriere, while the tiny twin triangles up top were not even large enough to hide her nipples, and edges of dark-skinned areola clearly peeked out. Page was thankful that all the deckhands were working below-deck and preparing the water toys. Otherwise the men would have been likely to embarrass themselves.
Across from Jay sat Giancarlo and, like a gentleman, he was managing to not stare at Coco’s boobs too much. His fashion model girlfriend, Antonia (also from Italy) was seated beside him in her big sunglasses, tastefully covered like Anna by a dark green, sheer wrap.
Next to her was Henry, laughing along with Brett and totally failing to make his companion, the young and pretty Valentina, feel like one of the gang. She pouted and played with her food.
After a long afternoon of playing with the jet-skis, water-skiing and lounging in the sun, the guests were served their evening meal up on the sundeck by Lisa and Fiona. Meanwhile, Page ate chicken and rice in the crew lounge. She had pulled the evening shift and was to sit up with the guests, serving drinks and nibbles as required, until the last one went to bed. Paul was busy and the deckhands had already eaten, so she sat and chewed by herself. It was bound to be a long night, but it could be an ideal opportunity to at least start reeling Brett in. If she could get him away from that Asian goddess he was with, that is.
After dinner was over and she was left by herself with the guests, it looked as though it might not be such a long night at all. Henry was doing shots of tequila with Jay Money and Coco and had to retire before long. Valentina helped him to his cabin but did not look happy about it. Giancarlo now had Antonia and Jessica leaning against the ship’s rail, posing for his camera in front of the glorious sunset. They had Page pose with them for a few shots, and Giancarlo was over the moon, rabbiting in his Italian accent about his three gorgeous blondes. As the shutter kept clicking Antonia and Jessica began kissing each other passionately and Page, not wanting to get caught up in this, excused herself back to the bar.
Jay and Coco soon slinked off together, while the blonde-on-blonde makeout session was getting so heated that Page had to politely suggest they retire for more privacy. Giancarlo was more than happy to escort them below deck.
As Page poured another large measure of eighteen-year-old Glenmorangie into Brett’s glass, she heard Anna whispering, “I don’t think I can wait much longer, darling...” before getting up and stalking off, watching to make sure Brett’s eyes followed her butt to the stairs. Anna laughed to herself as she descended.
“I’ll be right there, darling,” he called after her. “I’ll just finish this drink.” He turned to Page. He actually let out a nervous laugh. “Alone at last,” he stammered.
Page gave him a warm smile back. Yup, and now you’re mine, she thought to herself, and was actually surprised by the anger welling up inside her. On the outside, though, she was cool as can be.
“She’s amazingly beautiful,” said Page, nodding to the stairs Anna had disappeared down. “And you guys seem very happy together.”
“We do?” replied Brett. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound so... it’s just, we’ve only been seeing each other for a few weeks.”
“I see,” smiled Page. “Well, in that case, I’ll say I’m sure you will be very happy together.” She was starting to find his odd nervousness around her charming.
“Yes, that’s what everyone says.” Brett looked back at Page. He saw straight into her eyes and his heart beat a little faster. “The truth is, her position is right, her age is right, her fortune is right.” The word fortune caused Page to grind her teeth. “For me, she just seems to be so... right,” he almost spat the last word. He looked down at his drink, “Sorry, Page, you must be feeling uncomfortable with me talking this way.”
She leaned forward to level her eyes with his again. “Not at all,” she smiled. “When I’m behind the bar, it’s part of the job.”
Brett drained his glass and Page refilled it. She asked him about his work, and he gave her a brief explanation, but his heart was not in it. This is weird, she thought. He doesn’t seem to like his work. I thought he would be bragging and talking my ear off about how amazing he is.
“...really, it’s just another thing that I have to do, because of my father.”
Poor little whiny rich boy, thought Page. “He must have been a grea
t man.” she said.
Brett’s teeth clenched. His whole body suddenly took on a tense, defensive attitude. So much anger seemed to be flowing from him that Page trembled and backed up half a pace.
“He was a bastard!” Brett hissed, “He didn’t care about the thousands of lives he ruined by breaking up companies and laying people off, and he didn’t care about the two lives he ruined more than anyone’s—my mother’s and mine. She was beautiful, but as soon as she passed thirty he was fooling around with younger women. Girls, really. He didn’t even try to hide it. If my mother spoke up he’d hit her. If I tried to help her, he’d punch me. We went to the police, but his lawyers made sure nothing came to light. We became prisoners in our own home until he eventually did the decent thing and died.” He finally noticed that tears were running down his cheeks. “Even then he made sure that my mom got nothing. Everything went to me, but only if I keep running his firm. The only thing I can do is try to not be like him every chance I get.”
Page stood for a second, astonished. I’ve had him all wrong. I can’t hold him responsible for the sins of his father, she thought. She reached out and touched his cheek. “I’m so sorry,” she said. And she genuinely meant it. “And Anna?” she asked.
“Ah, Anna. Yes, he’d totally approve of her. No doubt he would’ve tried to steal her from me. Want to know a secret?” He sniffed, gave an embarrassed smile, drained his glass again, and whispered, “I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t have thought twice about jumping him either, if he offered!”
Page burst out laughing. Not her professional, clipped and clean giggle, but her real, throaty laugh accompanied by a bright and genuine smile that melted Brett’s heart.
“I know you’re off limits” —again, he found himself fighting for breath— “but maybe, after the charter, I could see you?” He trembled waiting for her answer.
This time, it was Page’s heart that jumped. I can’t believe this. I came here to hurt him, but now I really want him. I never dreamed he could be so vulnerable and so obviously alone. His father damaged him at least as much as he damaged me. Could we really work together? “I’d... I think I’d like that,” she managed to say. “Just be careful,” she added, having recovered some composure. “I may be too hard for you to handle.”
They were suddenly both aware, as they leaned on their elbows, the teak bar separating them, that their faces were so very close. Page stared into his stunning, blue-green eyes for what seemed like an age, then took a chance. She leaned in towards his mouth, and he did the same. They were so close Page could feel his soft breath caressing her sensitive lips, when suddenly his phone screeched angrily from the counter top.
“Goddammit,” he hissed as the moment passed. Page giggled nervously. Brett read the text message to himself. “It’s Anna, of course,” he said. Page took a sharp breath. She’d forgotten all about his girlfriend below deck.
“You’d better go,” she said, trying not to sound downcast. “After all, I am off limits.”
“And maybe too hard to handle.” He grinned, but she only managed a weak, pained smile back. “Page, come on...” he began.
“No, its fine, you’re with her. Call me after the charter and we’ll meet up like you said.” She smiled, desperate to hide the tears in her eyes.
“I should go, let her down easy,” he said. Page nodded. He means well, but I cannot see that happening. She’s too beautiful, he’ll never resist her. Not for the next three nights, while I can’t touch him and she can offer him anything. Forget it, Page, she thought as he headed downstairs to the master suite. You’ve missed your chance.
Brett hurried to his cabin, rehearsing what he was going to say to Anna. He would have to move in to one of the smaller, twin berth rooms. Considering how much he had paid for this trip, that did not seem fair at all, but it was the gentlemanly thing to do. He stopped at his doorway, took a breath and walked in.
Anna was sitting on the bed, one knee up to her chin, the other foot dangling near the floor. She wore only pink briefs and a tiny, tight white cotton undershirt. She looked up from her phone as Brett entered. “There you are.” She smiled coyly at him. “You were so long I almost started without you.”
“Anna, darling.” Brett swallowed. “We need to talk.”
“Yes, we do,” replied Anna, surprising him. “Sit down, we have a problem...” Bewildered, Brett took a seat on one of the plush armchairs that lined the long round wall of the room. “Baby?” called Anna to the bathroom. Valentina, dressed in only white cotton panties, stepped into the room. “Poor Valentina here,” began Anna, “hasn’t been having the best trip. Henry has been a frightful bore and is now passed out, having paid her no attention. She’s lonely and wants to know if she can play with us?” Valentina made shy eyes at Brett, nodding to him with a finger in her mouth. “That’s alright, darling, isn’t it?” teased Anna, as the young Mexican girl crossed over to the bed.
Brett opened his mouth to speak, but nothing would come out. Anna knelt up on the edge of the huge bed as Valentina reached her, and let out a moan as they kissed open-mouthed. Valentina eased Anna’s shirt up over her large breasts and sighed breathlessly as her nipples lightly brushed the soft, exposed skin.
Despite himself, Brett could feel his erection growing. He really wanted to be with Page right now, but there is only so much temptation a man can take. Anna spun Valentina away from her before cupping those caramel colored breasts from behind and gently biting her light-brown shoulder. Both girls turned and smiled at Brett, before Anna eased her hands down to Valentina’s underwear. The younger girl closed her eyes and let her head fall back as Anna’s fingers pushed their way under the flimsy material. Valentina hooked her thumbs under her panties and gently slid them down, stepping out of them and turning back around to face Anna, who again cupped her hand over that beautiful bald mound. Valentina bent forward and took Anna’s erect nipple in her mouth, as the Asian girl pulled down her own underwear. She lay back and raised a foot so Valentina could whip her briefs off and discard them. The Latin beauty then fell to her knees and began kissing her way up Anna’s inner thigh, eventually reaching the spot that made Anna gasp in pleasure. Anna’s full breasts heaved as Valentina tongued her intimately, and she pulled her night shirt the rest of the way off. Her moans grew louder until she pushed Valentina away urgently. “I think we’re forgetting someone, dear,” she grinned at the other girl, who smiled seductively back.
Anna took Valentina by the hand and they both walked naked to where Brett was still sitting. “Erm... you sure about this, girls?” he stammered as they both knelt on either side of his legs.
“Don’t panic, darling,” breathed Anna, softly. “I liked what you said about making our first time together special.” She opened his fly and reached in, “Well, this is extra special, don’t you think?”
He had no time to answer before Anna pulled out his marble-hard penis and gently eased her full lips around it. Valentina placed one hand on the back of Anna’s head, gently pushing her further on him, and pushed the other hand up underneath Brett’s shirt. Anna could only manage to comfortably fit about two-thirds of Brett in her mouth, so she let him go and jerked him quickly with her hand, making him cry out. She turned and kissed Valentina passionately before, while grasping the wide base of his shaft, she eased the other girl’s mouth onto Brett’s stiff, thick member.
Brett threw his head back as Valentina’s hot, wet tongue enveloped him. He was pretty sure his cock had never been this hard before. As the sexy Latin temptress sucked and swallowed as much of him as she could, he felt himself pulse and throb, and when Anna started caressing Valentina’s gently bouncing breasts with one hand and slowly dragged a beautifully manicured finger over her own shaved mound before sliding into her wet, waiting slit, he thought he would explode. He closed his eyes and, in spite of everything, Page’s face appeared before him again.
He opened his eyes to see Anna had him in her mouth again. Valentina had a hand absently grasping his balls
as she bent down to nuzzle and lick Anna’s boobs. Anna was staring him straight in the eye as she sucked him, moaning softly to herself. He quickly leaned forward and gripped her shoulders. A brief look of confusion crossed her face, to be replaced with a smile of success as he gently but firmly lifted her off him and sat her back on the floor. Anna knew he could take no more and he was about to pound her to within an inch of her life. She lay back and opened her legs, inviting him in.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m so sorry.” He stood, pulled up his linen pants and strode purposefully for the door, never looking back.
“The fuck are you going?” Anna called angrily after him. She suddenly felt very exposed and vulnerable. “It’s that fucking steward isn’t it? Are you fucking kidding me?” Those last three words turned into a shriek that seemed to fill the entire boat.
Brett stormed down the corridor, oblivious to the screams and insults Anna hurled at his back. He marched up to the sun deck, to the bar where he and Page had almost kissed, then down the crew stairs to the galley. And there she was.
Page stood up from putting clean dishes away in the cupboard to see Brett, his hair tousled and his shirt undone, standing before her.
“I don’t care if you’re off limits!” he spat and crossed the distance between them in two strides. “And I don’t care if you’re too hard to handle.”
“Oh, thank God.” She smiled as he lifted her clear off the ground and parked her butt on the kitchen counter. Page threw her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to hers. They kissed hard enough for their teeth to clash, and she crossed her legs behind his butt to pull their hips closer together. His tongue licked and probed the inside of her mouth with an urgency that made her wish he was using it all over the rest of her body. Oh my God, she thought, how could I have thought about hurting this man? She could feel him hard against the underwear pulled tight over her aching sex and, with minimal movements, she was able to grind her clit lightly against him, sending small spasms of pleasure through her whole body.
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