My Nights With Kate

by M T Stone

  “St. John is even more impressive,” Lewis assured me.

  As Jack spent time with the Captain, I enjoyed a slow, scenic tour of St. Thomas. When I got thirsty, Lewis went below to fetch a tequila sunrise to quench my thirst. As we reached the bay between St. Thomas and St. John, a woman named Carla introduced herself. Carla was not only a fitness guru specializing in Yoga and Pilates but was also a Massage Therapist.

  “Jack tells me you’re a yoga aficionado,” she said as she approached me.

  “Well, I’ve been practicing since I was 12. Sara Miles was a neighbor of mine when we were young. We used to work out together.”

  “Sara’s really bringing yoga into the spotlight with all her online videos.”

  “Yeah, I’m proud of her. I just had lunch with her a couple months ago.”

  “Great. Well, if you need to stretch out, you can find me in the exercise room. I’m available for massages as well.”

  “Was that your table we borrowed last night?”

  “Yes, but no worries. I have several of them.”

  “I did wake up with a stiff neck this morning, so I may have to take you up on a short massage.”

  Without hesitation, Carla went over to one of the lounge chairs and flipped a lever, putting it in a reclined position.

  “Come sit here, and I’ll fix you up.”

  Full sun, 85 degrees, beautiful scenery, poolside cocktails, and now a massage; I couldn’t imagine how this day could get any better. I had to wonder what it costs to keep this talented crew of twelve year around. Then it occurred to me that anyone willing to spend $100 million or more on a boat probably didn’t worry about a dozen salaries. A couple billion dollars really is an amazing amount of money!

  ~~~

  “Ahh, someone has it made,” Jack said upon returning. “I’m glad to see you put Carla to work; she seemed to be bored earlier.”

  “My neck was a little sore, so she offered to take care of it. She also gave me a yoga mat, so I can do a little stretching later.”

  “Great. I love watching you stretch. Have you told her about the massage you gave me yesterday?” he said, raising his eyebrows.

  “Do I still want my massage table back?” Carla asked, scrunching up her face.

  “Yes, he’s totally joking, Carla,” I replied, hoping to drop the subject.

  Luckily, his phone rang, and it was Jayne. She had missed his call earlier and wanted to know the details of the venue for her upcoming wedding. Jack had pulled some strings and secured Chelsea Piers for a June 23 wedding, so Jayne was ecstatic.

  Jack rolled his eyes and said, “She’s conferencing Mom in.”

  I knew he was going to be tied up for quite some time. I didn’t mind. I was perfectly relaxed and enjoyed watching the Virgin Islands go by. As we reached St. John, Lewis appeared with a fresh cocktail and began sharing tidbits of how the island had become a popular “rich man’s” destination in the past decade. He was correct about the houses. Huge, spectacular homes dotted the entire hillside. I could tell how expensive they were just by the amount of green space between each one. What an incredible view they must have!

  By the time Jack was done with the wedding planning, we were past the East End of St. John and were between Peter Island and Tortola. All along the way, Lewis kept pointing out landmarks and tourist attractions and telling us the history of each area.

  “Have you ever had a better tour guide, Kate?” Jack asked, as he joined me on the deck.

  “I’ve never had a better day. It couldn’t be more awesome!”

  “The Captain is going to take you between Tortola and Virgin Gorda, then we’ll go around the North side of Tortola, and our final destination for today will be Leinster Bay. There, you can either go snorkeling or try out the Triton Sub if you prefer,” Lewis informed us.

  “Kate likes to snorkel, so I think we’ll do that first. I told John that I would like to anchor in Cruz Bay tonight. That way we can explore the whole north side of St. John tomorrow with the sub. It’s pretty quiet on the north side compared to the straits.”

  “Excellent plan, sir. Would you care for anything to drink?”

  “Yes, Lewis. Refresh Kate’s drink, and bring me one of the same.”

  ~~~

  Jack

  That afternoon of lazily touring the Virgin Islands with Kate convinced me that the yachting lifestyle was for me. That level of freedom and luxury was something I had always dreamt of experiencing. In addition to being a beautiful ship, the crew was fantastic, catering to our every need in such a professional manner. Even the name, “My Two Loves” rang true. The previous owner told me that his two loves were freedom and the sea, both of which resonated with me as well.

  ~~~

  By 4:00 P.M., we were anchored in Leinster Bay and were ready to cool off with a little snorkeling. We were introduced to Edward, who was in charge of the tenders. The smallest tender was a 28-foot Hurricane Rib which would be perfect for snorkeling. Ed took us to Waterlemon Cay which has a fringing reef surrounding it, the perfect environment for seeing lots of sea life. The water was a gorgeous turquoise between the cay and mainland, in stark contrast to the rugged brush laden landscape of the island. The only thing more gorgeous than the water was Kate in her cute, little bikini. It was apparent that Ed was also having difficulty focusing on his tasks.

  Kate

  Snorkeling above the reef at Waterlemon Cay was incredible. In addition to the beautiful coral, the water was filled with beautiful Damsel Fish, Blue Tang, Starfish, Parrot Fish, and Sea Turtles. We even saw a stingray! I had a salt water tank growing up, so floating among all those beautiful fish was an amazing experience. We spent a few minutes swimming with a baby turtle which seemed to be unsure of us. It was so cute! The shallows along the cay were just teeming with small vibrant fish that would shift directions all in perfect unison. There was a strong current, which was a little unnerving, but Ed was there to keep watch.

  “Next time we visit, I’m going to take you up to see the ruins,” Jack said, pointing at the adjacent hill.

  “There’s going to be a next time, huh? I was beginning to think you were going to ditch me.”

  “You are ridiculous, Kate,” he replied, slipping his arms around me. “Other than Eva, you are the only other woman who has made me feel this way inside. I’m hoping that you will always be part of my life. That’s why I’m building my master plan around you.”

  “Thank you, Jack. That means the world to me.”

  I’m going to savor this moment, because life doesn’t get any more beautiful than this. As usual, I had been busy worrying about nothing. Looking back, I guess I had a hard time believing that I actually deserved what was happening. I had a subconscious fear that everything would be ripped away at a moment’s notice, and I would find myself back in the same hole as a month ago. Except now, I wouldn’t even have a roommate to go back to. Jack really has a way of rearranging people’s lives. It’s a little scary if you stop and think about it. I guess that’s why people like him leave a big mark in this world; they aren’t afraid of taking charge.

  As we made our way back to the raft, I tried to live in the moment by simply absorbing all the beauty and warmth around me. I spend so much time in the future and the past that it’s actually difficult to enjoy the here and now. Moments like these, however, are too beautiful to waste.

  ~~~

  Jack

  “Chef Jameson is fussing about tonight’s menu,” Ed informed us as we rejoined him.

  “Any combination of seafood, steak, and pasta will be fine with me.”

  “That sounds great if he adds some grilled vegetables to the mix,” Kate added.

  “I tend to focus on the main dish. Good thing I have you around to complement me.”

  “What would you do without me, Jack?”

  I asked Ed if we could take a lap around the bay, instead of going right back to the ship. He obliged and gave us a nice tour of the area. By the time we got back to the ship, I be
gan to notice my skin was getting tight and sore from all the salt water.

  “Tell Chef Jameson we’re going to get cleaned up, and we’ll be in the formal dining room by 7:00.”

  “Sounds good, sir,” Ed replied. “I trust you two enjoyed the day.”

  “It was awesome!” Kate replied enthusiastically, and I agreed a hundred percent with her sentiment.

  ~~~

  As we made our way back to the master cabin, my thoughts quickly turned to helping Kate out of that teeny little bikini she had been showing off all day. The additional testosterone in my system was becoming more noticeable, as I felt stronger urges than I had in years. Why don’t all men do testosterone therapy? It’s definitely giving me a renewed interest in life!

  Once inside the room, I slid behind Kate and pulled the string of her bikini top. She giggled and gave me a coy look as it made its way to the floor. The taste of salt mixed with her sweetness hit my tongue, as I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the nape of her neck.

  “Ready for some stretching?” she asked, holding up the yoga mat.

  “I’m ready to watch you stretch, if that’s what you mean.”

  Kate slipped off her bikini bottoms and shot me a smile before heading to the shower with her Yoga mat in tow. There are few things more arousing than watching someone like Kate perform yoga poses in the nude. My appreciation for the exercise had grown dramatically over the past few weeks. As the steam began to build, Kate went through a few stretches to warm up before going into a shoulder stand. I reached over and began massaging her feet, which turned out to be quite ticklish. I have to remember that for later. She then allowed her legs to go back over her head into a plow pose. The plow was one of my favorites, as it showed off her beautiful ass and legs. I bent down and began to glide my hands along her hamstrings and across her wet buns. She then spread her legs and allowed her knees to drop to the floor on either side of her head.

  “Wow, that’s an awesome position!”

  “I thought you would find it appealing. It’s fun because I can watch all the action from this vantage point.”

  She later informed me that the pose was called the stump, which sounded a little gross. Basically, she was resting on her shoulders, with her head between her knees, looking up at her bottom. How anyone could obtain that level of flexibility was beyond me, but she made it look effortless. All I knew was that I had unrestricted access to her lovely bottom, and once I straddled her legs, she would be stuck in that position. With the showerhead in one hand and her bottom in the other, I must’ve had a devilish look on my face.

  “You be nice, Jack,” she scolded, suddenly realizing her vulnerability. “I can reach you, too,” she added, grabbing my unit with both hands.

  As I began teasing her clit with my thumb and using the shower head to stimulate her bottom, she countered with a few strokes of her own. As her hips began to sway, I couldn’t have been more turned on. I just wanted to eat her up! Slipping a couple fingers inside her, I began massaging her G-Spot while using the shower to stimulate the remainder of her bottom. The reaction was almost instant, as Kate began moaning and stoking me harder as payback. I continued to focus on her sweet spot as I set down the shower head and switched to using my tongue to trace the outline of her folds. After licking, sucking and finger-fucking for several minutes, I noticed that Kate was being a little too efficient on her end, and I wanted to make this last a little longer. I pulled back and stood up to reposition myself just above her. I wasn’t sure how long Kate could maintain this position, so I didn’t waste any time. As I pushed inside her, she once again reached up and began rubbing my balls. Looking down, I could see that Kate was enjoying the view from below.

  Kate

  Jack seemed to be in a hurry, as if this position was somehow hurting me. I told him to relax and take his time because I could sit in this position for as long he wanted. Besides, I was really enjoying watching his huge cock slide in and out of me as I hadn’t had a view like this before. It’s no wonder he can get me off with that thing. I have to really stretch to accommodate him. He let out a groan as I began to massage his balls, another benefit of being in this position. There was no doubt in my mind that he was having experiences that he never dreamed of with Eva. I continued to massage his balls with my left hand as I explored other areas with my right. I didn’t penetrate him at all, as some guys are squeamish about that type of thing, but just running my fingers around his opening released another round of groans. As he held my hips firmly in his grasp and began to pound into me with increasing intensity, I too became more aggressive. He was giving me all he had, and I was doing the same when he finally yelled, “Oh, God!” I felt him expelling his love juices within me. After pausing for a few seconds and gathering his strength, he dismounted as I rolled onto my back to stretch out.

  “Are you alright?” he asked, looking down at me with a look of concern.

  “I’m just fine. How about you?”

  “Oh, I’m better than fine. That was yet another first for me. I’m starting to wonder where you learned all this stuff.”

  “Actually, I’ve never done that before either, but I had thought about it.”

  “Well, it’s definitely a winner!” he exclaimed, as he reached down and hoisted me to my feet. “You just continue to blow my mind, Kate.”

  After a sweet moment of passionate kissing, we realized that dinnertime was fast approaching.

  “I’ll get dressed and head to the dining room,” Jack offered, as he knew it would take me longer to get ready.

  He was always a gentleman in that regard; it was obvious that either his mother or Eva had trained him well. I remember thinking how hard it would be to go back to the young guys I previously dated. None of them had a clue how to treat a woman.

  ~~~

  Once my makeup was done, I threw on my prettiest new sun dress and joined Jack in the dining room. Jack whistled as I walked up to the couch where he was sitting with Captain John and Bartender Lewis. Lewis had acquired a bottle of Glendronach 33, so all was right with the world. Within seconds of me showing up, the servers sprang into action delivering salads and seafood appetizers.

  “Are these people watching us on closed circuit cameras or something?”

  “I hope not!” Jack replied, as he looked around at the ceiling.

  “Hey, we’ll have to see if there’s a shower cam,” I teased.

  As we sat down to begin our dinner, various servers kept appearing to provide us with whatever our hearts desired. We enjoyed grilled shrimp, lobster tail, snow crab and filet mignon throughout the course of the evening. As someone who couldn’t make ends meet a month ago, I was still struggling to adapt to being the center of attention.

  “Are you treated this way all the time?” I asked in amazement.

  “Only when people want something in return,” he laughed.

  Jack then explained that “My Two Loves” had been sitting in port for several weeks as the old owner had developed cash flow problems. The reason our service was so spectacular was because they all were looking for job security. If Jack made a down payment on the yacht, they all knew their jobs would be secure. So tonight, they were doing everything in their power to influence his decision.

  “Relax, and enjoy the attention,” he assured me with a sincere smile.

  God, I love the way he smiles at me.

  “Where do you want to go next, Kate?”

  “In life or on vacation?”

  “Oh, I already know where you are headed in life. Where do you want to go for your next vacation?”

  “I have always wanted to go to Aruba,” I replied. “When I was young, a friend of mine went to Aruba during Christmas vacation. Every day she was gone, I would look at pictures of Aruba in our encyclopedia and think about what a wonderful time she must be having.”

  “Oh, how sad. Did she tell you all about it when she got back?”

  “Yes, she had just gotten a camera so she took at least a hundred pictures.
I just fell in love with the place and swore I would visit one day.”

  “Alright, next Christmas we will vacation in Aruba.”

  “Are you serious?”

  “Yes, I’m serious. I’ll let Captain John know the ship needs to be there by December 20, and Captain Chuck will fly us down there. Two captains, one mission…. alright?”

  “That would be awesome, Jack.”

  ~~~

  Jack

  After dinner, we went out on the deck to enjoy the warm breeze and beautiful view. Despite the great meal and a trip to Aruba to look forward to, something seemed to be bothering Kate. She had grown increasingly quiet throughout the evening.

  “What’s wrong, Kate?”

  After a long, reflective pause she looked straight into my eyes and said, “I love spending time with you, Jack. I love everything about this life. Except…”

  “Except…?”

  “Except the fact that I don’t feel like I can tell anyone. You don’t want your kids to know, my mom would totally freak. We’re great as long as we stay isolated in our own little world. Then there’s the future. I want to be a mother someday, but you’re focused on having grandkids!”

  “Relax, Kate. You’re getting way ahead of yourself.”

  “I know we’ve only known each other for a few weeks, but, seriously, I could see spending my life with you. I’ve loved you for almost as long as I’ve wanted to go to Aruba.”

  “Really? How old were you?”

  “You were my first crush as a kid, Jack. Back when I was 10-years-old.”

  “Ten? How did that happen?”

  “I met you at a Nordstrom awards banquet, when Mom won employee of the year. Dad and my sister were both sick with the flu, so she took me with her. You spoke at the banquet and afterward stopped by our table to congratulate her. Mom was talking with someone, so you sat down and introduced yourself to me.”