Lush Curves 2: Swept Away (A BBW Erotic Romance)
By Delilah Fawkes
Aolani
I spent a restless night thinking of him, the thunder peals crashing through my room reflecting the turmoil in my own mind. I’d nabbed one of Gavin’s old t-shirts from the closet and snuggled into it, savoring his smell, still lingering in the worn cotton.
My hand traveled between my legs as I replayed what happened in the kitchen again and again, feeling his lips on mine, his rough hands ripping the buttons on my blouse, his stiffness rubbing against me until I cried out in his arms.
I shuddered as I touched myself, imagining what he’d look like wearing nothing but a smile. I knew I shouldn’t be entertaining such thoughts--that he was my boss now, and I was about to be cooped up with him on a long voyage--but I couldn’t help myself. I longed to see what his chest looked like, to run my hands over the hard planes of muscle, then maybe let them wander downward...
I ran a hand over my breast, and winced. I looked down to see a red mark on my cleavage and smiled in the dark. He’d bitten me there. My last boyfriend had certainly never done that.
I shivered as pleasure welled up inside of me, palming my nipple as I found release. Sure, I was alone, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t imagine being with him, sharing his bed, if only for a few secret moments.
After another few hours of tossing and turning, I gave up on a good night’s sleep and decided it was time to greet the day. The wind quieted in the early morning, and the first rays of dawn filtered through the porthole.
I shivered beneath the thin t-shirt, and rubbed my arms. It didn’t sound like Gavin was up yet. I hoped I had time for a quick shower before I had to face him again.
I snuck into the hallway, carefully closing the door behind me, and listened. There was no sound from his room. Silence blanketed the hallway. I tip toed to the bathroom at the end of the hall, and reached for the knob.
The door opened as my hand stretched out, and I stumbled forward, into what felt like a brick wall. That is, if brick walls were made of tan skin over hard muscle, dripping wet, and smelling distinctly of Gavin Fletcher’s cologne. I backed up, the t-shirt now clinging to my chest, suddenly very aware of the fact I wore nothing underneath.
Gavin stood in front of me wearing even less, his hands clutching a towel slung low over his hips.
“Aolani! What are you ... What are you doing up?”
His eyes trailed down my body, and I wondered if he noticed the way the damp cotton was sticking to my curves. I crossed my arms in front of me, felt the shirt sliding up my thighs with the movement, and quickly lowered them again, tugging at the hem.
“I... I didn’t think you were awake,” I said.
I couldn’t stop my own gaze from traveling down his body. The sight of his strong shoulders and chest, covered in droplets of water, a sprinkling of hair covering his pecs before trailing down his sculpted abs to the place just above the towel made my heart thud in my ears. I sucked in a breath, my body responding to his closeness, my nipples growing hard as I looked him over.
Drop the towel, a part of my brain whispered. I cleared my throat and looked away.
“The shower’s all yours,” he said, his voice unusually low. He wiped a hand down his chest, shaking water droplets off and grinned.
My mouth went dry, thinking about how badly I wanted to touch him, to run my nails over the hard planes of his body, to follow that trail down below the towel line and see what he had in store for me beneath. He adjusted his grip, and I froze as the cotton drooped even lower.
“Th-thank you. Sorry,” I said, brushing past him. “I mean, thanks.”
The hallway was narrow, and I accidentally rubbed up against him, the curve of my ass brushing against his crotch as I slid by. I noticed the stiffness beneath, and the way it jumped against me, and pressed my lips together, fighting back a moan.
From his soft exhale, I knew he’d felt it, too.
I hurried into the bathroom and pulled the door shut, closing him out before I could do something we’d both regret.
***
After I’d dressed and combed my hair out, the smell of fresh-brewed coffee lured me down the hallway to the yacht’s kitchen. Gavin was humming something, the sound of his voice making me smile.
When he saw me round the corner, his grin made my whole body tingle. He was dressed in a white, linen shirt and jeans, his bare feet on the wood flooring completing his Casual Millionaire look to a t. I almost wanted to laugh at the juxtaposition between him and his luxurious surroundings. He didn’t exactly blend in with the granite countertops.
“Come on in. I’ve got caffeine and pastry, if you’re hungry.”
I joined him at the counter, trying to stifle the grin. Who was this man? He certainly didn’t act like any boss I’d ever had, or like the stereotypical CEO I’d assumed he’d be. Then again, I thought as I poured myself a cup, he did fire that poor model without a second thought. I chewed my lip and grabbed a cheese danish and a napkin. Could someone so callous be kind at the same time?
Truth be told, I wasn’t sure what to make of Gavin Fletcher just yet.
“Thank you,” I said, sipping my coffee. I sighed as the hot liquid coursed through me. “Oh, God, I needed that.”
I was a serious caffeine addict, and could feel the onset of my morning headache without it. Bless this man who’d anticipated my need for my daily drug of choice.
“Refuel, lass. We have a long day ahead of us if we’re to set sail on schedule.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “How soon is ‘on schedule?’”
“The crack of dawn tomorrow, if you’re able. Pack up, set your things in order, and then meet me back here tonight so we can make an early start.” He shoved a fat envelope across the table at me. “For your expenses,” he said, grinning like a wolf who’d just swallowed its prey whole.
I took the envelope, peeked inside, and felt my jaw drop. Inside was a stack of hundred dollar bills that made my palms sweat just looking at it. There was at least $20,000 in cash in this envelope. Maybe more.
I cleared my throat. “What... uh... what should I be buying, exactly?”
“Clothes for a voyage, of course,” he said, winking at me. “Bikinis, lounge wear, a couple of formal numbers. The usual.”
“Right. The usual.”
Did he think this was normal? I tried to look casual, but felt my mouth going bone dry for the second time that morning. I took another sip of coffee.
“Plus, extra in case there’s an issue with your rent, etc. I didn’t know what your housing situation was like. Let me know if you need more, of course. Here’s my cell number,” he said, handing me his card. “In case you need to reach me.”
He tore into a croissant and sat chewing and smirking at me, his eyes twinkling with mirth. I toyed with the edge of the envelope, running my fingers over it. Was he messing with me? Seeing how I would perform under pressure? Or was he really just this clueless about how normal people lived? No one I knew had ever bought an entire new wardrobe with cash in a single day.
“Yes, Sir,” I said, and pushed back from the table. “I’d better get going if I’m going to be ready to leave tomorrow.”
“Good girl,” he said. He pushed the danish toward me. “Don’t forget breakfast. It’s the most important meal of the day, after all.”
I snatched the danish and rolled my eyes. “Thanks, boss.”
I was out the door and climbing down the plank to the dock as quickly as I could go. I needed to form a plan, or I wasn’t going to pull this off. Taking care of my apartment situation in a day was one thing, but the shopping was completely out of my league.
I sighed, rubbing my hand over
my forehead as I approached my car. What on Earth was Gavin Fletcher thinking?
I plopped into the drivers’ seat and threw my purse down next to me. The envelope full of cash fell out with a dull thud.
Then again, I did have $20,000 or more to spend as I wished, courtesy of my crazy, rich employer. A smile crept over my face before I could help myself. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.
***
“He gave you what?”
“You heard me,” I said into my blue tooth headset, smiling at the surprise in my cousin’s voice as I pulled into the luxury outlet store parking complex. “He’s insane. I have absolutely no time.”
“Oh my God, Aolani. You are so lucky. I hate you.”
I laughed. “Shut up, Kali. You do not.”
There was an exasperated sigh on the other end of the line. “You’re right.”
“Will you do it, though? Stay in my apartment for me? I’ll pay for your flight today before I leave. It would be a huge help.”
“Of course, babe. I’ve been thinking a lot about visiting, anyway. Explore what it’s like on the mainland, you know?”
“Hell, yes,” I said. “I owe you one, sweetie.”
“Yes, you do, and I will collect.” Kali did her best evil villain laugh, and I cracked up, the tension in my chest loosening for just a moment.
“Now you’d better get shopping before you turn into a pumpkin.”
I groaned. It was already mid morning, and I’d barely accomplished anything. I’d given the keys to my super and let them know a friend was coming to stay while I was away, then paid two months’ rent in advance, hoping that would cover me, watered my house plants, and packed some toiletries. I still had so much to do, it made my head spin.
“Don’t forget to buy something slut-ty,” Kali sing-songed.
“Goodbye, Kal,” I said, shaking my head. “Thanks again.”
I ripped the headset off and stared at the stores sprawling out before me. I’d always meant to come to these outlets, but even at discounted prices, I’d never been able to afford them. I stepped out of the car and frowned. I hated shopping.
I’d often wished I didn’t have hips and breasts like I did so I could wear whatever I wanted, like a model. If I were taller, thinner... I wouldn’t avoid shopping for clothes like the plague. I mean, I liked my body, most days, at least, but it was always so damn hard to find something flattering when you carried some junk in the trunk. It was like everything was made to fit a size 2, instead of a 12. The world was against me.
I edged my way into the first store. A gorgeous woman with a small waist and killer curves approached me with a mega-watt smile.
“Welcome to Lafayette 148. May I help you find anything?”
I took in her cleavage-bearing top and form-fitting skirt, before glancing around the store. “Actually, I need to buy a full wardrobe in a hurry for a ... uh... a cruise, I guess, and I have no clue where to start.”
The tall woman eyed me up and down with an approving look before raising an eyebrow. “Honey, I’m going to take very good care of you today. My name’s Kenya. What’s yours?”
“Aolani,” I said, my voice a breathy sigh of relief.
“Aolani,” she said. “We’re going to get you put together, girl. You’ve come to the right place.”
She smiled and gestured for me to follow.
***
The sun was just peeking over the horizon when I pulled up to the docks and unloaded my luggage. I was wrestling with the thought of leaving my coffee behind to roll all three bags onboard at once, when Gavin Fletcher’s voice met my ears.
“You made good time, lass! Dawn it is.”
I glanced up at him, my eyes puffy from the early hour. I was definitely not used to this.
“Yes, well, when the boss says jump, I say ‘how early.’”
He laughed and trotted down the ramp to meet me, the sound making my body tingle, even though I was still waking up. His hair was damp from a shower, his button up shirt clinging to his muscular chest. He was next to me in a moment, taking the handles of my luggage and dragging them with him before I could protest.
“I’m impressed, Aolani. You didn’t call me yesterday.”
“Should I have?” I followed behind him, sipping my latte like it was a healing tonic. “I’m very capable of managing under pressure. I have your change, by the way.”
“My change?” He lowered my bags onto the deck by the cabin door and cocked an eyebrow at me.
I handed him the envelope, now noticeably thinner. “Yep. After rent and clothing, I only had a couple thousand left, but here you go.”
He eyed me skeptically. “You bought everything you needed? Swimwear? Casual? Formal? The whole deal?”
“Of course,” I said, tilting my chin up to meet his eyes.
The confusion on his face turned to a lopsided grin that made my heart thump faster.
“Nice work,” he said. “If it’s anything like what you’re wearing now, I’m very impressed indeed.”
I looked down and instantly felt the color rising in my cheeks. Kenya had helped me find some flowing linen pants and a white halter top she said were perfect for a sea voyage. I’d balked at first, but she’d insisted I looked like a movie star on holiday.
I swallowed hard. “Thank you,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Now, if you’re ready, I’ll tell the crew to set sail.” He turned to me, his hand coming to rest on my arm. “I’m so glad you agreed to come, Aolani. I think this trip is going to be something special.”
I could feel my pulse hammering in my throat now, the touch of his skin on mine making me light headed. Was he talking about his campaign? Or something else altogether?
“Me, too,” I said. “Let’s go.”
***
Gavin
I grinned as I watched Aolani leaning over the railing, laughing as the ocean spray kicked up around her. Her hair was whipping back in the sea air, long, black tendrils caressing her beautiful brown skin. Her white halter top hugged her small waist above the round curve of her arse in a way that made my cock stir in my trousers, and I admit, I stared, drinking in the sight of her.
The crew had us out of the harbor and sailing into the Atlantic in no time, headed toward our first stop—the islands of Turks and Caicos. I had a vacation home there I wanted to set up a shoot in, as well as a private beach. It was the perfect spot for Aolani’s beauty to shine, and I couldn’t wait to get her there.
I ran a hand through my hair, watching her from the door of the cabin. Her eyes were bright as she looked out over the water, the sun kissing her skin. She turned to me and smiled, her whole face lighting up.
“I’ve never been sailing before,” she yelled. “This is incredible!”
“Now, how is that possible? A girl from Hawaii’s never been out on the ocean?”
She rolled her eyes and looked back out over the waves. “I never said I hadn’t been on the ocean before. I just said I hadn’t sailed.” She looked back at me and smiled again. “I’m actually great at hoe he'e nalu.”
It was my turn to smile. “Ho he what now?”
“Oh, sorry. Stand up paddle surfing. You stand on a long board and paddle out past the reef break to where to the waves are. Then, you surf.”
I laughed. “So, you’re a daredevil, are you? Surfing is something I’ve never dared try.”
Aolani beamed at me. “You seem like the kind of man who isn’t afraid of anything.”
“Well, I’m afraid of meeting my sudden and humiliating end beneath a wave, lass,” I said, chuckling. “I worry I’d be all left feet and fall right off the board.”
I joined her at the railing, my body responding to the proximity. I remembered the way she’d looked this morning wearing my t-shirt yesterday morning--her full breasts outlined beneath the cotton... the sight of her smooth, tan thighs when the hem crept higher--and willed myself not to stare at her cleavage, now deliciously exposed in her halter.
The effect this woman had on me was unreal. What was it about her that made me so crazy whenever she was around? Was it just her body, or was there more to it than that? More that drew me to her… that kept me thinking about her even when we were apart?
A fleeting thought of red-gold hair in the sun, of ocean spray, of a different woman on a different day passed through my mind. A stab of guilt bloomed, hot and ugly inside of me, before I could shake the memory off.
Not today, Fi. Not now.
“Maybe I could teach you sometime.”
Her words broke me out of my thoughts. I forced myself to smile, to try to push the feeling back down, deep inside where it belonged.
“It’s a good workout, but you look like you could handle it.” She reached up and playfully squeezed my bicep.
I flexed my arm without thinking and grinned. “I’d like that.”
The smile fell off her face and she snatched her hand away.
Is she blushing? Dear God...
The thought that I might be affecting her the way she did me was a very interesting one indeed. Then again, after the night we shared, should I be surprised? I remembered the way she’d reacted in my arms, the way she’d kissed me and moaned when I ground myself against her. Lord, the way she’d cum so easily...
My cock stirred in my pants, and I cleared my throat, trying to think of something, anything, else. At that moment, the cabin door banged open and my photographer, Thomas, emerged, camera swinging from a strap around his neck.
“Ready to start taking shots whenever you are,” he said.
Aolani cocked an eyebrow at me.
“I wanted to document the entire trip, in case we got candid shots we can use. You don’t mind, do you?”
She frowned momentarily, her full lips pressed together, then her face relaxed and she shook her head.
“Of course not. Whatever you want. Boss.”
We smiled for the camera, leaning against the railing, and I slid an arm around her, touching the bare skin of her back. She tensed beneath my touch as the camera clicked away. What was the problem? She’d been fine the other day in her bikini? Surely, she wasn’t shy. Was she?
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