Scott's Satin Sheets

by Lacey Alexander

  Yeah, right—like a fucking job would take his mind off that. He still didn’t know why, but he had a feeling this chick and their silent, distant liaison was going to stick in his mind for a while.

  Well, at least she’d give him something nice and naughty to think about while he pretended to be a waiter tonight.

  * * * * *

  Payton still couldn’t believe she’d done it. She didn’t know what had possessed her.

  But wait—yes, she did. It had been the hungry throb of her cunt. It had been the cool morning air blowing over it, making it even more sensitive. It had been the super-hot guy down below, looking all rugged and masculine, not like anyone her father would ever pick for her, but much more like a man’s man, a man who knew how to pleasure a woman—hard.

  She’d realized no one was around and she’d simply been driven to…do something wild for once in her life, to follow her instincts, to do what her body told her to do. And for that brief moment in time it had been…so fucking hot and exciting, more than anything she’d ever done.

  The only problem now was—her pussy was even hungrier, hotter, wetter.

  Soon after she’d flashed the sexy, lean, dark-haired guy, her parents had returned to the yacht and whisked her away for a day on Key West. Her mother had led her into expensive shops and art galleries on Duvall Street while her eyes had been more drawn to bars with signs about tiny bikini contests and even one sex shop. And the three of them had eaten lunch on the veranda of a stately, upscale, plantation-style house-turned-restaurant while she imagined what might have happened if she’d been bold enough to do more than flash her hot hunk from afar, if she’d left the yacht, made her way to his boat, then opened her robe there.

  Now, like it or not, she was getting dressed for a cocktail party on the yacht this evening. Turned out, she’d heard through the mist of her lust at lunch, that her father had just bought a fleet of tourist boats that operated here. Apparently, the deal had been in the works for a while now, as had the soiree, to which he’d invited some prominent local businessmen and other interested parties.

  He planned to buy the family a vacation home here, as well, he’d told her over tea this afternoon on the deck. He was like a kid in a candy store, her father. Clearly, suddenly, Key West was his new hobby, the place where he would invest some money and hang out a while—until he got bored and some new hot spot caught his fancy.

  So Payton hadn’t been particularly excited about the idea—it was par for the course in her world. But now that she thought about it, standing before a mirror, plumping her breasts to maximum advantage in the built-in cups of the slinky black dress that held them, maybe Key West would be more interesting than their other ports of call. It was renowned to be a pretty wild place, after all, and the island, she already knew, had at least one hot guy she’d love to party with.

  So maybe she’d use this vacation home while they had it. Who knew—if she played her cards right, maybe she could even whisk herself away to it without her mother and father tagging along. As she’d proven to herself this morning, given the chance to be alone, she could be driven to extremes.

  Part of her thought it would be a good idea to get herself off before she left her room for the party—after a day of her pussy humming with constant arousal, it felt like the biggest part of her, all she could think about.

  But she remained dissatisfied with the idea of masturbation—and she didn’t particularly want to risk messing up her dress. So coming could wait—hell, it had waited all day already, so what was a few more hours?

  After hooking her favorite diamond necklace and checking her updo one last time in the mirror, she opened the door to her cabin and made her way out into one more lavish Albright party.

  Upon reaching the main deck, where the bulk of the partygoers had already gathered, the women in colorful cocktail dresses and the men sporting light summer sports coats, she found Daniel placing a glass of wine in her hand and reminding her,

  “Smile, Miss Albright, so that everyone will think you’re happy to be here.”

  She did smile, at him. “Is my boredom that obvious?” Bored with parties, bored with masturbation— Lord, how she needed something fresh in her life.

  He simply shrugged. “I’ve had a long time to observe you. I suppose I read your moods better than most.”

  True enough, Daniel had been in their employ since her college days. She found herself wondering now, though, for the first time, if he could tell—if he had any inking—that she was horny as hell and had been all day. All spring actually.

  “What is it, Miss Albright?” he asked then.

  Apparently, her odd musing had shown on her face. “Nothing.” Then she looked around the room and tried to feel more merry. “Are there any cute guys here?”

  Daniel chuckled. “I wouldn’t know about cute guys, Miss Albright, but your father hired some local waitstaff and there is a lovely brunette carrying about a tray of crab puffs whose acquaintance I hope to make.”

  Payton smiled—in all his years on the yacht, she and Daniel had never talked this way before, socially, personally. Then again, prior to the last couple of months, their time together had been more scattered—a day here, a weekend there. She raised her eyebrows at him, then in that very moment her eyes fell on a dark-haired girl with crab puffs across the way. The woman was probably around her own age with a rockin’ body shown to nice advantage in her surprisingly low-cut black waitressing vest.

  “Oooh, nice ta-tas,” she said to Daniel. “Go for it, before she gets away.”

  Daniel gave her a conspiring wink as he and his tray of wine flutes set off after the crab-puff chick—while Payton took a sip of chardonnay and felt a little jealous of Daniel for having someone to chase and maybe getting lucky tonight. Her pussy pulsed that much more as the vague image of Daniel and the crab-puff girl fucking in a corner somewhere combined with her already insane state of arousal.

  And then—she saw him. Across the deck. Like Daniel, he carried a tray of wineglasses. Was she crazy? Was it really him? Because he’d been much farther away this morning, so maybe she was just imagining the resemblance.

  Only she knew she wasn’t. She knew the hot waiter across the deck was the same man she’d exposed herself to so very brazenly this morning.

  This party—and Key West itself—had just gotten a lot more interesting.

  Chapter Two

  Holy hell. There she was. Looking like the last girl in the universe who would flash a guy. She was the picture of class and sophistication, from her fancy hairdo all the way down to her sexy high heels. And she was even more beautiful close-up.

  His mind became like a digital camera, flipping back and forth between the refined young woman before him and the memory of her parting her robe for him this morning. He instantly liked knowing what her boobs and pussy looked like despite that no one else on this boat probably did.

  “That would be Miss Payton Albright,” said a guy’s voice near his ear, complete with British accent.

  Scott turned to find Daniel, the guy running the show for Mr. Albright tonight—he’d briefed the temporary staff in the yacht’s kitchen a little while ago.

  And now that Scott had met Charles Albright—this morning on the dock—he had to ask. “The wife?”

  Daniel’s brow knit as he gave a sharp head shake. “You’ll note I said ‘Miss’. You’re looking at Mr. Albright’s daughter.”

  Hot damn—thank God she wasn’t married to the old guy.

  But on the other hand, it sucked that her name was Albright at all. Because it turned out that Charles Albright was Scott’s new boss. And not just for tonight, either. Today had also brought the news that Albright had just purchased the Party Barge and a slew of other pleasure boats in the marina, including a schooner Scott sometimes moonlighted on.

  So even as hard as it was to picture the stolid Mr. Albright running the Party Barge, complete with its Christmas lights, blow-up palm trees and wet t-shirt contests, the fact rema
ined—Charles Albright was his new employer. Which made the gorgeous blonde flasher the boss’s daughter. Talk about forbidden fruit.

  It also made her rich as sin. So rich that he had a feeling she wouldn’t look twice at him in reality—a blue-collar guy with nothing to call his own but a little ambition? Not her style. She was champagne and caviar all the way. As for her little show this morning, she must have had one too many mimosas with breakfast. Or maybe she’d felt the urge to go slumming, even if only momentarily.

  Of course, he’d known the moment he’d been instructed that this was Albright’s yacht that his mystery girl would be on it. And maybe he’d hoped—foolishly—that he’d find out she was only…a visitor or something. But he’d probably just been in denial, not wanting to find out the sexy flasher was Charles Albright’s wife or daughter, some impossibly rich chick he’d never stand a chance with. Never mind that anyone invited onto this yacht would surely be out of his financial league.

  “Careful, my friend.”

  Scott again turned to find Daniel at his elbow. “Sorry, dude—I’ll get back to work.”

  But Daniel chuckled. “No, it’s not that. Just don’t let Mr. Albright see you ogling his daughter that way.”

  Yep, forbidden fruit, without a doubt. “Hard not to,” he admitted. “But don’t worry—I know how this works. I’m the hired help. She wouldn’t give me the time of day anyway.”

  To his surprise, Daniel smiled conspiratorially. “You misunderstand me. I said don’t let him see you looking at her. But if I know Miss Albright, she might indeed give you more than just the time of day.”

  Scott blinked. He was about to ask Daniel exactly what he meant by that, but the guy was suddenly gone, off into the crowd, greeting guests with wine just like Scott was supposed to be doing.

  Give him more, huh? Maybe this wasn’t the first time the sexy girl had flashed someone. Maybe she was a serious party girl—with rich and poor alike.

  This suddenly felt dangerous as hell, but the twitch of his cock in his pants made him reckless, and he couldn’t resist finding out—right now.

  Weaving his way across the deck as the sun set behind him, turning the warm air dusky, he walked right up to her. Their gazes met—and he discovered hazel eyes, deep and twinkling with light.

  “Wine?” he asked.

  Her sly smile acknowledged that they both knew he was offering her more than wine. Still, she took the opportunity to drain her glass, set it on his tray, and take up a fresh one. “Thanks.” One mere word, but it left her moist, pretty lips in a completely silky, sexy way.

  A way that encouraged him to barrel heedlessly ahead. “I saw you this morning.”

  She played coy, letting her eyebrows rise as if surprised—and as if innocent too.

  “Oh?”

  Knowing what he was about to say made Scott’s cheeks heat, his cock harden. He glanced around to make sure no one stood too close, then leaned a little nearer. “You opened your robe for me and showed me the hottest body I’ve ever seen. I nearly came watching you touch yourself for me.”

  The lecherous sparkle of her eyes forced everything in his body to tighten—pleasurably. “I’m glad you liked it,” she said, soft but direct. “I nearly came too. But I didn’t. I saved it.”

  Aw, damn, that was hot. “What are you saving it for?”

  She shrugged. “I’ve grown tired of masturbation.”

  Now his cock literally pulsed in his pants. Since he suddenly couldn’t help imagining her rubbing her pussy. A lot—enough to get tired of it. Naked on a bed.

  Naked in a shower. Reaching into some hot bikini bottoms while swimming in the ocean. Or while soaking up the sun on this very deck. And he liked the idea of a girl masturbating as much as the next guy—but in this moment, he was damn glad she wanted something more. “Maybe I could—”

  “Payton, come here, darling—I want you to meet someone.”

  Shit—it was none other than Charles Albright, taking his daughter by the arm and leading her away. And she was gone, just like that. Half stunned by the encounter and its abrupt ending, Scott simply stood there, watching her lovely ass and legs move away from him in the crowd.

  Only then—she turned to look over her shoulder at him, and she ran the tip of her tongue so sensually across her upper lip that he thought he’d explode in his black waiter’s uniform, right then and there. Aw baby.

  Who are you, Payton Albright? And when are you gonna let me in your panties?

  * * * * *

  Payton drank more wine. Because she wanted to be intoxicated. Intoxicated enough to lose her inhibitions, to do exactly what she wanted to do with her hot waiter boy.

  Naturally, he’d looked more rugged, sweaty, this morning in the sun—like a sexy sailor, or pirate, ready to ravish her. But he was still pretty darn sexy waiting on her too.

  She knew instantly that her father would hate her having anything to do with an employee, of course. And for some reason that made him all the more appealing.

  She kept her eye on him as he moved. She instantly disliked when she sensed other women flirting with him, even smiling at him. She enjoyed studying his thick hair, his handsome face, the ways his expression changed from moment to moment.

  He wasn’t a waiter by trade, that she could tell. He wasn’t comfortable carrying a tray and she sensed it took effort for him to meander among “the beautiful people”. Yet at the same time he looked comfortable in his own body, giving off the feeling, perhaps, that he could do this job capably but he’d rather be sailing. Because this morning on that catamaran, he’d looked like a man who knew boats and the water. His hair had been a bit messier then, windblown, and his muscular arms implied he was used to hoisting sails. Again, he struck her like a swarthy man of the sea, and she wanted to get in the pirate’s pants.

  Just then, another waiter passed by with a tray of shrimp hors d’oeuvres, so Payton plucked one up. As she lifted it to her mouth, her pirate waiter looked her way and she found herself curling her tongue sensually around the shrimp, sucking it into her mouth so sexually that the act made her pussy spasm. She kept her eyes on him the whole time, pleased when his blazed with lust. And amused when he then bumped into an older gentleman and nearly spilled fifteen glasses of wine on the guy. The old man scowled and she saw her waiter’s mouth move to say, Sorry, and when he looked back at her, she couldn’t help smiling.

  He smiled back, just slightly, flirtatiously, as he used his free hand to point at her and mouth the words, Your fault.

  Without missing a beat, she moved her lips in reply, saying, Who, me? while pointing one well-manicured finger to her chest—then letting her fingertip glide ever so sensuously down the curve of her breast to the fabric covering it, after which she eased it delicately along the dress’s edge to the valley between the two mounds.

  His mouth hung open like a man who was drunk—drunk on her, she hoped.

  And then she spun on her heels and walked away, from the party, from the action, from him. She wasn’t sure why—maybe it was some sort of instinctive playing hard to get. Or maybe she needed to be a little more intoxicated to really follow through on her desires. She wanted desperately to seduce him. To have him. Hard. Rough. She wanted to be dirty for him, as dirty as she’d felt this morning. But again, without that distance between them, it was more challenging. Wanting it and really doing it were two different things.

  She found herself walking back over the narrow starboard deck that edged the large cabin, seeking privacy, quiet. She need to think. To drink the rest of her wine. To gather her courage.

  It was just as she reached the stern, having stopped to lean against the railing and look out over the marina and the dark sea beyond, that she heard a noise—a…moan.

  And it was definitely a sexual moan—someone was fooling around out here.

  Payton took a deep breath and turned very quietly—careful not to let her heels click on the polished wood beneath them—and stared into the darkness now permeating this part
of the yacht.

  She bit her lip, her nipples tightening instantly when she spotted Daniel and the brunette waitress he’d admired tangled together in what she knew to be a small supply closet, the door open. And—oh God, they were doing it, really fucking. Daniel’s pants remained up, but clearly parted in front, and he moved in hard, rhythmic jolts against the woman, whose skirt was around her hips now, her bare legs clutched tight to Daniel’s thighs. His hands squeezed her ass and she let out a hard, hot breath with every thrust he delivered.

  Payton’s pussy wept madly as she watched, mesmerized. She’d never thought of Daniel like this before—hard, sexual. She was so accustomed to seeing him in a starched white shirt, crisp and obedient, ready to serve. Now his hands on the waitress’s ass looked bigger, more masculine, than she’d ever noticed. His breath came labored—he grunted his pleasure in a way that made Payton’s cunt even wetter.

  Now that she really looked at him, she realized he was even more handsome than she’d ever noticed. Sex could do that to a man, she’d observed—in life, in movies. It could turn him unreasonably ugly or unbearably hot. Daniel, at the moment, looked unbearably hot, and judging from the sounds coming from his partner, he knew how to use his cock.

  What did it look like? How big? How long? Payton’s heart beat too fast, every pore of her body singed with lust, as she thought of her servant in a way she’d never imagined. Even as Daniel let go of the woman’s ass to reach up and rip open her blouse in a rush, then deftly undo the snap of her bra to bring a pair of voluminous round breasts into view, Payton found herself focusing again on his face, wrenched in passion.

  Why had she never noticed there was a bit of Jude Law about him?

  “Oh, oh,” the waitress began to sob softly, and Payton knew the woman was about to come. Payton’s entire nether region surged in response and anticipation. God, she wanted to come too. She’d been waiting all day, after all, and to watch another woman being fucked right now was both thrilling and maddening.