My body feels light and heavy at the same time. The after glow of the orgasm is still rushing through me. I want to do nothing more than curl up in John’s arms. Of course, then I want him to pierce me with his massive cock. He can fuck me while he holds me. Then we can cuddle. That’ll all have to wait until the yacht though, since we had better get out of this bathroom as quick as we can.
I watch as John shoves his still rock-hard cock back into his pants and buckles his belt. He zips up his fly and he throws the latch on the door just as I pull my dress down around myself. There’s no time to make sure my makeup and hair are OK.
John and I rush through the restaurant. People turn their heads to look at us.
“There they are,” say three very pissed off looking women, pointing us out to a gaggle of stern looking waiters.
John and I are giggling as John takes out his thick wallet and throws down more than a few hundred dollar bills. Hell, I’m not keeping track, but he could easily have thrown down a thousand dollars. It’s hard to tell because the bills are so crisp and clean and tend to stick together.
“Better to pay in cash then wait around while they run the card,” says John.
A waiter is approaching the table but John takes my hand and we rush out of the restaurant, not even looking behind us at the stunned onlookers. And the most important thing is that we don’t care what they think of us.
John
“That was a rush,” says Sarah, her body pressed up against me as we wait for the valet. I drape my arm around my shoulder and gaze down at her beautiful body. Her dress is a little out of order and I can see much more cleavage than I could before. My hands were just on those plump and delicious breasts. They’re just perfect and I feel like I could bury my head in them forever.
I’m so intent on her breasts that I don’t even watch as the valet drives the car up. Normally I’m watching to make sure the guy knows how to drive and isn’t destroying the transmission as he tries inexpertly to shift.
“Ready for the boat ride?” I say.
“I’m ready to do anything with you,” says Sarah, gazing up at me with her beautiful eyes.
“You’re really special,” I say.
“That’s quite the talk for a first date.”
“I guess I’m counting this as our second,” I say.
“In that case,” says Sarah. “I feel comfortable telling you that I can’t wait until your cock is buried deep inside me on that boat of yours.”
I laugh. “I can’t wait either,” I say, gazing down at her breasts one last time before walking her over to the passenger’s side of the car and helping her get into the sports car. There’s no way in hell I’m going to leave such an important job to one of the valets whose only going to ogle her as she gets into the car. Even so, as I turn around to head to the driver’s side of the car, I catch just about every one of the valets looking her up and down before they close the door for her.
“Watch it fellows,” I say, giving them a stern glance.
They know who the boss is. They know who I am. And even if they didn’t, they can read my demeanor and stance and know I’m not someone you want to mess around with.
“They were really trying to get an eyeful of you,” I say, as I close my own door before the valet can try to do it for me.
“Let them look,” says Sarah, with a shrug of her shoulders.
“It doesn’t upset you?” I say.
“Not when you’re with me,” she says. “I know you wouldn’t let anything happen to me.”
Sarah puts her gorgeous hand on my thigh as we drive along. I shift the car and merge into traffic. We have a comfortable silence on the way down to the dock, where my boat guy meets us. He takes care of the yacht when I’m not around, making sure everything’s in tip top shape. When I want to take the boat out, it’s always ready at a moment’s notice. This time, though, I sent him a message earlier today to make sure to get the boat ready for a romantic evening. I’ve had a lot of women on the yacht in days past, but none of them can hold a candle to Sarah in her beauty or that connection that I’m feeling is developing.
Right before getting out of the car, Sarah looks at me in the eyes. It looks like she wants to tell me something.
“Is there something you wanted to say?” I say, not sure where she’s going to go with this.
“I…”
“Yeah?” I say, after a long pause on her part. “It’s OK, Sarah, you can tell me anything you want. Whatever it is. If you’ve got a problem”—I have a sense now that this is something serious that’s been on her mind a long time, but don’t ask me why I think that—“I’ll do everything in my power to fix it.”
“It’s…nothing,” says Sarah after another long pause. But the look on her face tells me that it is something, although I don’t have the slightest idea what it is. “I just had a really good time with you so far tonight. That’s all I wanted to say.”
“I had a great time with you,” I say, knowing that this isn’t what she wanted to tell me.
“The bathroom was the highlight,” says Sarah, flashing me a grin.
“Well then let’s just see if we can top that,” I say.
I help Sarah out of the car and shake Tom, my boat guy’s hand.
“What’s the word, Tom?” I say.
“Not much new,” says Tom. “Gave the motor a work down yesterday, though.”
“Good work,” I say.
“I thought this was a sailboat,” says Sarah, gazing up at the large and gleaming yacht towering in front of us.
“It is,” I say. “But there’s usually a motor in case there’s no wind.”
“Good to have a backup,” says Tom, simply. He’s a man of few words. A classic man of the sea. He even looks the part, with a knit sweater and a large but neatly trimmed beard. I’ve never seen him smoke a pipe but I wouldn’t be surprised to find him with one some day, gazing calmly out at the sea. Tom’s only in New York City because of me. I had to offer him a lot of money to come up here, since he’s never been a city guy and hates all the loud noise and traffic. He essentially just lives on the boat year round, except on the rare occasions I take the boat out without Tom.
I help Sarah get on the boat and Tom gets the boat started up and starts undoing the lines.
“You wait here on the bow and I’m just going to go over and help Tom a little bit,” I say, giving Sarah a kiss.
“You really know about boats too?” says Sarah, her eyes widening.
I nod my head, and head out to help Tom with some of the lines.
We talk for a minute about a possible route but in the end I Just say, “Whatever you think is best, Tom. It’s going to be a romantic evening, hopefully, the way things are looking, so it might be better to keep to calmer waters.”
Tom gives me a wink. “It’s always a romantic evening for you, isn’t it?”
“She’s different,” I say. “She’s something special.”
“I can see that in the way you look at her.”
“When did you get so good at reading people? I thought you spent all your time looking at navigational charts and sharpening your boat knives?”
Tom chuckles at my joke. I like him and one of the reasons is because he doesn’t mind when you go at him hard with some personal jabs. “I may not spend a lot of time with people, John, but that doesn’t mean I’m not good at reading them.”
“You’re good at reading people, eh?” I say. “What do you read in me?”
Tom gives me a long and careful look. “You haven’t been happy in a long time,” he says.
“I’m half expecting you to pull out a pipe any minute and calmly light it up I say. Is this a wise man of the sea routine or something?”
Tom nods. “I didn’t even know that was a cliché,” he says. “But I know that you’ve got everything you could want except that one thing…”
“You mean a woman that I can really share my life with?” I say.
Tom nods.
“D
o you think she’s the one?”
“The one tonight? I just talked to her for less than a minute,” says Tom. “But…”
“Come on,” I say. “Dish it out.”
“I see the way you look at each other and there’s something very powerful and special there.”
“And what do you make of her? What can you tell me about her? I’d be surprised if you can tell me something I don’t already know. Do you know she’s working as a cleaner?”
“Never would have guessed it,” says Tom. “But this ability to read people doesn’t exactly fall on those lines…employment and things like that. It’s more about something deeper inside them.”
“So what can you tell me?” I say.
“She’s hiding something,” says Tom.
I’m taken aback. Partly because that’s the feeling I’ve had rumbling around deep down. It’s the feeling that I haven’t admitted to myself but I know it’s true. After all, how many times has Sarah started to tell me something only to be cut off or to stop herself? At first, I thought it was just that she was scared to admit that she was a cleaner, but… no, there’s something else.
“That doesn’t mean she doesn’t care about you,” says Tom. “I don’t get the sense she’s pulling one over on you.”
“Pulling one over on me?”
“You know,” says Tom, slowly. “Going after your money.”
“I’ve got to get back to her,” I say. “Just try to keep the boat steady. And I apologize in advance if we make too much noise.”
“I never hear anything over the sound of the sea,” says Tom, giving me a wink.
“Good,” I say. “Keep it that way.”
Tom gives me a salute as he’s accustomed to do and I head back to the bow where Sarah’s shivering slightly in the cold wind. The boat is already underway and the water is dark. We can see the lights from the city and when we get farther out the lights from the stars will become clearer.
“Hey there,” I say, draping my arm around her shoulder.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” says Sarah.
I give her a deep kiss on the mouth and she tastes better than she ever has. Less than an hour ago I was spraying her with my come, as I pumped my cock as hard as I feverishly could. I already know the night has much more where that came from in store for us. I’ve never been the type of guy to get drained after just one orgasm.
But Tom’s words echo in my head. Is she hiding something? Is there something she doesn’t want me to find out? Tom mentioned she’s not after my money, but who knows if he’s right? After all, he’s not some sage. He’s just my very knowledgeable boat guy and I never before pegged him for someone who had a good read on human nature. After all, he spends all his time getting as far away from humans as he can.
She is poor. Maybe she is after my money after all?
But her caresses push the thought out of my mind.
“Want some wine or anything?” I say, taking her by the hand.
“I’m OK,” says Sarah. “I’m not drinking much these days.”
I nod.
“I noticed,” I say. “Any particular reason?”
“Oh,” says Sarah, vaguely. “I just thought it’d be healthier not to drink so much. Not that I had a problem or anything. I just never was much of a drinker.”
I wish I could say the same for myself. I haven’t been drinking much with Sarah, but before her, I certainly downed my fair share of booze. That’s part of the billionaire womanizing life style I guess. I never had a problem and I never was a drunk, but I had to spend my money on something and fancy dinners with fancy wine is a vice common to almost everyone who has a lot of money.
“Come with me up to the top,” I say.
“Isn’t Tom there?”
“There’s a steering wheel up there, but he’s down below on the main deck. We’ve got an incredible view up there.”
“Can anyone see us up there?”
“I don’t think so,” I say.
I lead her up there, helping her with the ladder.
She climbs in front of me up the steep ladder that leads up to the top. I can’t help but looking greedily up her dress as she climbs. I can see her towering legs shining all the way up to where her underwear would be if she hadn’t left it in the bathroom. I chuckle a little to myself but the growing bulge in my pants keeps me from looking anywhere but her glorious pussy lips. I just want to dive right in there again. I want to shove my hard cock into her until she’s full with it. I want to taste her again on my lips. I want to crawl inside there and stay there forever. Wasn’t there a movie like that once? What a weird idea for a movie? That’s the mind of a guy for you. Sometimes we think the dirtiest strangest things that we could never tell anyone else, and this is a perfect example of just that.
“Wow,” says Sarah, when we’re finally up there. “The view is incredible.”
I put my arm around her again and we gaze together at the city lights that are disappearing as Tom takes us farther away from the city. There’s just the slightest swell to the waves beneath us, making Sarah and I rock gently where we stand.
Suddenly, Sarah’s getting to her knees.
“What are you doing?” I say.
“I can’t wait for the cabin,” she says. “I didn’t get nearly enough of your cock in that fancy bathroom.”
“You’re something else,” I say, as I listen eagerly to the sounds of her unbuckling my hefty belt buckle and unzipping my pants.
A moment later she has my very hard cock out and is just holding it in the palm of her hand. I look down and she’s admiring it, just gazing at it. Now she’s lightly stroking it with her other hand—these are the lightest strokes you could possibly imagine.
Now she takes my hard cock in her mouth. She really knows what she’s doing.
Holy fuck. That’s all I can think of as she starts to suck, bobbing her gorgeous head along my cock.
I cant’ explain how incredible it is to have such a gorgeous creature kneeling before you working on your hard cock. It’s just…absolutely amazing. The sensation, the view, absolutely everything.
“I’m going to come,” I manage to grunt out after just a couple minutes of her working and working.
She pulls her head away from her cock to speak to me briefly. “I want you to come,” she says. There’s a somewhat wicked glint to her eyes that tells me she couldn’t get any more cock hungry no matter what.
“But…” I say, trying vaguely to protest.
“What is it?” she says, that glint still in her eyes. I know she’s going to stop at nothing but me coming.
“I don’t want to come just yet,” I say, breathlessly. “I still want to get inside you.”
“You still want to fuck me? Is that it?”
I nod my head and groan as she gives me another lick and a suck, while working the base of my thick cock with her delicate and gorgeous hands.
“I know you can come and still fuck me,” she says, looking me right in the eyes. “You’re one of those powerful guys who can just come and come.”
“How do you know that?” I say.
“I can just tell.”
She pulls out her breasts so that they’re sticking out of her dress and I can look down and see them so gorgeous. The moon has come out from behind the clouds and it shines down on her bare skin. Her nipples are hard and she’s breathing heavily and also reaching down and fingering herself. She’s so turned on and wants my cock and my come so badly that I get even more turned on by myself.
“Oh my God,” I groan, as the orgasm floods through me.
This is one of the most powerful orgasms of my life. Something about being out in the open air… it’s just incredible.
She removes her mouth just before I come and keeps working on my cock furiously with her hand, jerking my throbbing and swollen cock, milking it to get everything out. I shoot my load all over the floor. Oh well, I think to myself. Another job for the janitorial staff. That’s what’s good about b
eing a billionaire I suppose. Then I think to Sarah being a cleaner—I don’t like it one bit. What if she had to clean up something like this?
Oh well, actually, the ocean breeze and wind will probably wash it all away at some point. Nothing really sticks to this boat.
“Time to go downstairs,” she says to me with a delicious smile on her face.
“You don’t want me to take you up here?” I say.
“Not this time,” says Sarah, and she starts climbing down the ladder.
I let go of her hand and follow her.
Once on the main deck, I lead her below to the cabin.
It’s softly lit with candles. Tom did a good job setting everything up. The sheets are clean and the cabin looks inviting with the wood paneling all around. It’s small but not cramped. There’s a bottle of champagne waiting for us with two flute glasses but I already know we’re not going to be drinking any of it. Not that we need it. We’ve reached a level where we’re uninhibited with each other and don’t need anything else.
“You’re still rock hard,” says Sarah. “What did I tell you?”
“What about a condom?” I say, suddenly becoming pragmatic out of nowhere. But I remember my thoughts from earlier. Time to be responsible.
“Oh,” says Sarah, a strange look coming onto her face. “I don’t think we need that, do you?”
“I don’t know,” I say. “I wanted to be responsible. I don’t want to get you pregnant.” I almost add, “not just yet,” but maybe that’d be too much. But I feel such a strong connection to her. She’s just the type of woman who I’d want to bear me children and help me raise them…together, just the two of us with a batch of kids. Who knows how many. It’s time I settled down and got serious and this is just the type of woman to do it with. I don’t give a damn that she’s a cleaner. She won’t be forever. And I’ve got enough money for the two of us. She’s classy but also uninhibited with sex. She knows what she wants and she’s not afraid to take it. She’s also not after my money…but then I remember what Tom said. Could she just be more clever than the rest of them? Could she want my money but know how to play the game? No, I think to myself, as I gaze at her body, which she’s spreading out gracefully and sexily on top of the sheets of the bed. She’s still wearing her dress but she’s kicked off her heels. Her legs shine. The swell of her breasts draws me like nothing else.
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