“So, would you like to relax in our room for a couple of hours?” he said.
“No. I would like to do something exciting. It’s a beautiful day; do you have anything in mind?”
“Yes, taking you swimming in the middle of the ocean, naked.” He pressed on the last word, adjusted himself forward, and rested his elbows on his knees, closer to her. “Don’t be shy, cherie. You’ll be naked in my arms soon.”
“Leo, I don’t know what to say, but this is…” she trailed off, unsure. Did she really want to confess that this was her first time with an escort fully naked, or was it safer to play the know-it-all kinda girl?
“It would be easier being naked in the middle of the ocean instead of the bedroom for now at least,” she said.
“If that makes you happy, sure.”
Get a grip on yourself, girl , she chided herself. Needing a moment, she scanned the boat. “I would like to freshen up. Where is the bathroom?”
“Go downstairs, second door on the right.”
Carol took the stairs and headed down, her heart slamming against her ribs. She entered, closed the door behind her, and leaned her back against the cool surface. “Goodness, okay…relax, Carol. Just enjoy the ride. You will soon have the fuck of your life,” she whispered to herself. “You will be okay.”
She looked at herself in the mirror, rested her palms on the sink, and took a deep breath. Carol examined herself one last time. A few enhancements might help make her feel sexier, she decided. She cupped her breasts, nudged them up, and opened the first button to show her ample cleavage. Satisfied with her look, she exited the restroom, turned her chin up, straightened her back, and climbed the stairs heading toward Leo.
“Feeling better?” he asked in concern.
“I’m fine, thank you. Are we close?” She plopped into her chair.
“Yes, we are almost where I want us to swim.” He turned to Noel. “Stop the yacht,” he said and signed. The engine juddered a few times until the yacht eased to a stop in the middle of nowhere. She gazed at the fading shore in the distance; they had been sailing for over an hour now.
“Oh, good. Can’t wait for a cool dip.” Excited to dive into the welcoming ocean waters, Carol stepped out of her dress, reve ali ng a green bikini underneath. Before she could give Leo a full view of her body, she protectively wrapped a towel around her.
Leo got to his feet and removed his trousers, exposing black swim trunks and long brawny legs, longer than she had thought, and packed with muscles. The view of him was like taking in an aristocratic Lord. He stretched a hand out to Carol and she grabbed it. He guided her to the stairs on the edge of the yacht, and then he drew a cord to lower the stairs to the water.
Leo eyed her towel-covered form. “Please undress.”
“What about Noel?” she queried and pointed toward the cabin hesitantly.
“He knows better not to snoop. I taught him well.”
“You talk as if you raised him since childhood.”
“I did. He was an orphan, alone in the streets of Paris.”
“Oh?” How noble of him.
Carol stood there hopeless as a statue without any denotation of removing her towel. As if sensing her fear, Leo drew closer to her, his fingers touching the tip of her chest, and worked the towel free. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips as the warmth of his fingers brushed the crest of her breasts reaching for the tucked fabric; her body quivered and she held back a gasp from escaping her throat.
As if the soft wind worked in his favor, the breeze helped slip her towel off her body as his fingers retreated. She stood still, allowing a rush of excitement to penetrate her. Carol cleared her throat and held her ground. It was about time to be free of her fears of a man touching her intimately. She could be herself, not caring what others would think of her, or expect her to be perfect.
He nudged the string of her bikini. “May I?” He plucked the knot that held the top firmly in place.
“No, not now. In the water.”
He smiled with amusement. “Sure. Go ahead and jump.” He stepped away clearing the path for her.
She glanced down at the sparkling water under the shiny sun. Carol swallowed. Though she had been a swimming champion two years in a row, she hesitated to jump. “What if there are sharks?”
“I assure you there are none.”
Carol drew a deep breath, se ali ng her courage, and dived headfirst. The coolness of the water sizzled on her heated body. Unexpected freedom filled her senses. Carol ascended to the surface and wiped the dribbling water off her face. “This is great.” She laughed.
Leo stood onboard, and in a sturdy athletic jump, he dove headfirst and with a straight body into the cascading waves. The surface swirled and drew circles behind him. Several seconds passed; she worried that he might not come back. Carol scanned the surface. There was no trace of him, not even a bubble.
When the feel of Leo’s hands swept over her calves in a soft brush, and his body hugged hers from behind, relief swept over her.
“Scared you?” he asked, laughing behind her.
“No, Romeo.” She giggled. But after his fingers twiddled with the back of her bikini top and released it, his palms snuck to her breasts and cupped them with a soft squeeze as he drew her smooth back closer to his chest.
She breathed deep and heaved a sigh, not from the heaviness of the water that made it difficult to breathe, but from his soft warm breath brushing over her ear, and the strong hands kneading her breasts that threw her off balance into a world she wanted to be in and could finally taste.
As his lips made a contact with her shoulder, she trembled; a tingling spark of sheer thrill rushed down her spine and seared every nerve ending from her fingertips down to her toes. She leaned back and relaxed her head on his broad shoulder. He guided her forward toward the edge of the yacht. He swirled her around slowly to face him, her back against the cool metal.
“I’ll take your bottoms off,” he said mischievously, in his eyes a sizzling spark of intimacy that shredded her to pieces. Drops of salty water trickled on his face; the urge to lick them off tingled her tongue. With his fingers, he slid her bottoms off in one expert move.
“Part your legs.”
“Why?” She pulled her legs closed and chewed on her lower lip.
“Trust me.”
She rubbed her knees together for a second, and then gradually parted her legs, her knees shaking. She had never been so open and obedient to a man ordering her before, but this man’s velvety voice twirled around her like a magnet; her body parts answering his demands like a summoned soul.
“Now, put your legs on the edge.”
She looked to the sides of the yacht where a customized shelf allowed her to prop her spread legs wide.
“Hold on to the hangers,” he instructed.
Two convenient bars were accessible on each side, designed for women to be crucified, ready to be pleased. She held the handles and spread her legs on the edges, her body still in the water covering her up to her perked nipples.
Carol didn’t know exactly what he had planned for her, but he dipped his hands down, and then his trunks floated next to her swimming suit in the water. For a moment she felt her breath stop.
She exhaled when he said, “I’ll be right back, cherie.” And he dove down.
Carol waited for a second, wondering what Leo was up to, until his hands cupped her bottom in a firm grip, pulling her closer to his mouth. While under the water his mouth kissed her bottom, and then inched toward her clitoris where he sucked tenderly. Carol froze, eyes widened, not believing what he had just done.
“Ohh, hell,” she gasped.
The tip of his tongue swirled around her bud and the sensation electrified her senses. Her legs trembled but obeyed their own council and spread even wider, pushing her bottom forward for him to explore. She took a deep breath into her lungs, feeling the walls of her vagina contract. The water caressed her body making her feel as if she were lying on a flu
ffy cloud. Then his teeth nibbled on her bud. He suckled on it, searing her numb nerves, and seeping life through her body.
He drew himself up gradually against her, his hands sliding on her thighs up along her body, then held the holders and secured her against him. Leo circled her legs around him, his hardened flesh pressed onto her clit slightly.
“No! Wait.” She shivered, tears sliding down her cheeks without warning.
Surprise shadowed in his eyes, then he hugged her and squeezed her body closer to him. “Shhh, cherie. I won’t do anything that you don’t want.”
Still shivering in his arms, she held on to him tight. Carol didn’t know why she'd stopped him. She just did and couldn’t find the courage to continue.
“Please not here, not now.”
“Okay, we’ll stop.” He gave her an assuring peck on the forehead.
Carol relaxed and allowed Leo to guide her toward the stairs. As he helped her climb, Carol felt relieved that he did stop when she'd asked. As soon as her feet landed on the surface of the yacht, Leo followed and wrapped her in a white towel. She held the cloth tight against her body as if holding onto her honor.
Pink flushed her cheeks as Carol was embarrassed by the way she must have appeared to him—so virginal. Suddenly, her lack of honesty with the club’s services came back to haunt her. How would he react to the news if he found out? What would happen if her French god found out that she’d never been with a man?
“Come with me.”
She held his stretched hand as he guided her to the same chair she sat on previously.
Wanting to sit, he stopped her with a gentle pull. “No, sit on the table.”
Confused, she stood still and gave him a long stare.
“Take off the towel, and sit on the table, please.”
Her eyebrows rose in confusion. “But, my clothes?”
“Trust me on this, cherie,” he drawled.
The point of trusting or not had passed. She looked at the table and heaved. “Okay.”
“Let me have the honor.” He grabbed her waist and helped her as if she was a small doll. His hands nudged the towel off exposing her naked. A rush of cold and hot sensation enveloped her exposed skin. She swallowed hard as she noted a flicker of admiration in his eyes.
He leaned closer, pushing himself between her legs. “Can I kiss your lips?”
She stole a glance searching for Noel, who was nowhere near her line of view.
“Please do.”
He grabbed a chair, placed it behind him, and then pushed her back. “Relax on your elbows.”
“Why?” she panted.
Leo tilted his head to the side and quirked an eyebrow. “Promise not to stop me; I will not fuck you now if that’s what’s worrying you.”
She leaned back and rested on her elbows as he requested, after all, playing sex games was the reason for her being here.
Fully exposed to his lingering gaze, the cool wind brushed her skin making her nipples erect. Aching. Wanting. Arousal filled her veins. She closed her eyes as he sat on the chair, knowing that he was savoring her exposed labia. She sighed, letting herself free. The feeling of being free without any boundaries satiated her with a rush matched a roller coaster ride.
He grabbed a leg and nibbled on her mid-calf, tickling her. A smile escaped her lips as the sensation of joy rippled through her entire body. His lips sailed along the length of her leg, warm tongue slithered on her inner thigh, closer, closer…he reached where her leg joined her hip, and that was when she opened her eyes. “You said you will kiss my lips?” she asked dazed by his kisses.
His hazel eyes shot her a seductive glance. “I didn’t say which ones.” And he dived in on her.
With the tip of his tongue, he fondled her lower lips. She laid her head back and tried to hold back a gasp, but it escaped her anyway. A hand at her breast. Fingers plucking her erect nipples. A choked moan escaped her lips. Legs wide open, held and secured by his shoulders, and one hand pushing her to open even wider for him, widening her lips even further, like a flower blooming for honeybees to drink from its nectar. Her body shivered. She'd wanted this for a long time. The most exquisite tongue penetrated her, dipping in and out of her sex, lapping at her bud teasingly…a sigh fluttered from her as she let loose, “Yes…”
His murmured words of adoration increased the yearning that reclaimed her senses. “Oooh,” she breathed. And he let out a groan as he feasted hungrily on her flesh.
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