by Hazel Keys
He took me back up to the room I stayed in when I had first arrived in Aruba. It had taken me ten days to confirm my position on Venus, and I’d avoided expensive Palm beach then as well, just in case I ran into any of the yacht crowd; ex-crewmates, ex-charters or former family acquaintances. I’d stopped for a break in Charlie’s while looking for a room in San Nicholas and, obviously, being an attractive woman eating dinner by herself, Simon the bar manager had kept me company.
I’d mentioned needing a place to stay and he’d offered me the back room upstairs. It was little more than a chair, a small dresser, some fans, and a mattress on the floor, but it was clean. Simon let me in and switched on the fans. It was so hot I could feel the sweat beading in the center of my back and running down under my tank top. Thank God I chose to wear shorts, I mused.
We both looked at the mattress on the floor and I knew we were thinking the same thing. We were remembering the three days and nights after I’d landed the job aboard Venus.Simonand I spent that long weekend talking, surviving mostly on rum, and making love over and over again. I’d told Simon everything, about my life, what happened to my family, and my plans for revenge. He listened. He never asked anything of me. His firm, tight body responding, without fail, every time I touched him. Even after he seemed spent beyond exhaustion, I only ever needed to gently stroke his long cock and he was instantly ready for me again.
Nothing mattered in those few long, hot days. I nearly changed my mind about everything. It would have been so easy to forget my revenge, forget the Radisson family, and just stay in this bar with Simon forever. However, when it came time to join the crew, I knew that Simon and I had only been able to enjoy this brief time because we knew it would end. That last fling before heading off on the yacht. I considered it a condemned woman’s last meal, on which I’d gorged happily.
The memories made me smile. I saw Simon smiling too, and knew he was thinking about trying to sleep with me again. For a second, I was tempted but, just as quickly, I knew it wouldn’t be a good idea, long term. Besides, I thought, Seth might still find me. I shook my head, banishing that ridiculous thought from my mind.
“I’m sorry, Simon,” I offered. “I can’t, not now. I understand if you change your mind about me staying.”
Again, Simon seemed to consider things for an age. “No worries,” he eventually smiled. “You’re welcome as long as you want. I need a evening waitress, ‘kay?”
“Perfect!” I yelled. I flung my arms around his neck and kissed him again.
“Is nice kiss,” smiled Simon as we broke apart. I nodded. “Do it lower,” he suggested.
I punched him in the chest.
*****
Two days passed. The evening shifts were fun, lively and went fast enough, but my days were slow. I didn’t really have anywhere to go in the daytime, so I just hung around the bar. I even cleaned or carried a tray, simply because I had nothing better to do. From the time Charlie’s opened, around midday, I sat in the darkened bar, drinking occasionally but mostly simply staying out of the heat, and listening or chatting with Simon and the barflies until things got busier and my shift started. It wasn’t long before I told Simon all about Seth and the charter. Understanding my feelings for him better than I did, it seemed, Simon said he hoped Seth would find me soon.
On the third day, the time was rolling around to four in the afternoon and I still hadn’t quite figured out what I was going to do. The hopeful part of me was still expecting Seth to walk intoCharlie’s any minute, while the grown-up part of me knew that it was never going to happen and I should be making plans for my next move.
It’s fucking typical, my brain said, as it often did when I was feeling particularly resentful, everything his family and his father did to me, and he’s allowed to carry on with his carefree life while I, not even having done anything wrong, am probably ostracized from the yachting world and need to find another career. And he’s so rich it wouldn’t even matter if he lost his job. But because he’s so rich, nothing bad ever happens to him. I realized I was fuming and in danger of crushing the glass of water I was holding with my bare hand.
I did what I always did when I felt that way. I wandered over to the jukebox and fed it. I selected Bob Marley and watched the robot arm travel across and pick up the record. I leaned against the glass, feeling it cool on my forehead in the dark heat of the bar, and began to move slowly in time with the music. Dressed in my short-shorts and sandals, my little tank-top with no bra, at least one of the local daytime drinkers must have found it a bit too much. There was a wolf-whistle from behind me. I ignored it. Don’t worry… sang Bob, …Bout a thing…
I congratulated myself on being right. Well done, you knew he wouldn’t come. Gold star for Tara, I said to myself but, just as I thought those words, a familiar voice sounded behind me.
“So, so far you’ve cost me an extra eighty thousand dollars on what I was going to tip.”
His voice was deep, husky, and it made my whole body come alive to hear it. I smiled but didn’t turn around. “Really? How so?” I managed to sound cool and confident, but my heart was pounding like it never had before. …'Cause every little thing… Is gonna be alright…
“They told me you’d left, but I knew they’d get your tip to you. I needed to make sure you had enough to be okay till I found you. Leaving ten thousand for everyone was the only solution I could come up with in time.”
I felt him step softly up behind me, so close I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. “Trust me,” I smiled to myself, “they earned every penny.”
Seth laughed, short but loud. He gently traced his fingers along the backs of my arms until his hands rested on mine. I looked over at Simon, behind the bar. He gave me a little smile. I blew him a discreet kiss back.
“Well, it’s your own fault. You knew I was off limits and, come to think of it, so were you.”
“You’re right about that,” he said, suddenly spinning me around to face him, “but neither of us is off limits now.”
Our eyes locked and, for a moment, I could feel us gazing deep into each other’s hearts and souls. I was still unsure we were meant to be together but, when Seth finally kissed me, long and hard, I couldn’t help moaning with the pleasure of it. I leaped up and wrapped my legs around his waist. Again, I found him hard as our covered crotches met. My breath left my body and I couldn’t help grinding myself along the length of him. It felt delicious.
Simon called out and whistled at us to take it outside. Returning to myself, I realized that this was not the place. It was too public and not really fair on poor Simon. He might wish us well, but banging right in front of him seemed a little cruel. I whispered into Seth’s ear for him to follow me, and led him upstairs to my makeshift bed.
The journey upstairs, at least, gave me time to remember how angry I was about his position of privilege, my family and the whole bunch of other things that should keep us from being together. We got into the room, Seth’s face turning to mild confusion as I had him sit on the chair instead of jumping him. I poured two fingers of rum into two glasses. Handed Seth one and threw mine back in one swallow.
I faced away from him, looking out of my window toward the ocean. “What took you so long?” I asked him.
“You were pretty good at covering your tracks,” he answered. The sunlight poured over me. My clothes weren’t exactly baggy to begin with but, like this, I was pretty sure Seth was getting a good show, almost as though I was naked.
“Why didn’t you just wait around the corner for me to leave the boat?”
“The captain said you’d left early in the morning. I thought I’d missed you already.”
I smiled. I’d asked sweet old Captain Samson to say that, and he’d been as good as his word. I took a deep breath and asked my next question.
“What happened between you and Mia?”
I heard him laugh again. He told me about their confrontation on the sundeck, Mia’s coup with his board members and the reversa
l of his decision to invest in Clancy’s boat building business. The more I heard, the more astonished I felt.
“Wow. She really was the wrong person to piss off, huh?”
“You could say that,” he agreed.
“So, it’s really over between you two?” I wanted to give myself to him, but I needed to be sure.
“I think it’s safe to say that my life may actually be at risk if I set foot in New York or Tokyo, right now.”
Without turning around, I pulled my tank top up over my head and threw it on the floor. I felt my golden curls fall softly down my bare back, as I stayed staring out the window.
“So, why are you still in Aruba?” I asked, softly. “Sounds like you could be bankrupted at any moment.” I heard him stand and step slowly toward me. I crossed my arms over my naked breasts and turned to face him.
“I sold my controlling interest in RHC and stepped down as CEO,” he smiled as he got nearer, his eyes travelling up and down my body with a look of desire in them. “And I invested that money in Clancy & Son. He has enough capital now to keep his firm going for years. The takeover bid has disappeared, and I’m now executive vice president under Mr. Clancy himself.” He got within arms distance before I held out my hand to stop him. Seth gazed at my, now uncovered, full and rounded breasts. “You look more beautiful than I ever imagined you would,” he breathed.
I gently stooped to peel off my shorts with my other hand. I heard his breath catch in his throat as he saw I wasn’t wearing underwear. Finally standing fully naked before him, I couldn’t help but smile at his reaction, at the look of lust that filled his face.
I guess we’re finally here then, I thought to myself, before grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and pulling it apart. He responded by closing the last distance between us and kissing me, hard. Our lips met, almost painfully, Seth pushing his tongue into my open mouth and gently cupping my face with his big hands. I met his tongue with mine. His tongue was soft, velvety, and lightly spiced with rum. It was almost intoxicating to me and I nearly felt my knees go weak.
I slid my fingers down his hard abs until I could hook them under the waist of his pants. I felt his hands travel lower and caress the soft skin of my breasts, tracing his thumbs across my hardening nipples, before I pulled, trying to yank down his linen slacks.
“Goddam things!” I tore my mouth from his to say. He smiled and undid his own belt. I gave another tug and his pants dropped to the floor. I couldn’t help but bite my lip gently as he pushed down his underwear, until I could finally see him long, hard, and pointing straight at me.
Just the sight of him brought on a deep ache in my pussy. I wanted him inside me so badly. I beckoned him closer and parked my ass on the edge of the dresser. He approached and I wrapped my legs around him again, hooking my feet together behind his butt, pulling him urgently to me. We both let out a gasp as the soft folds of my waiting opening caressed the throbbing tip of his cock for only the second time.
“I’m dying to be inside you,” Seth whispered, and there was no way we were going to be stopped this time. Before I could respond, he cupped my buttocks on the dresser, forced his tongue back into my mouth and rammed himself inside me, hard. I let out a scream of pleasure, my mouth still full, and had to break off my kiss again to yell, “Oh, fuck!”
I felt him totally buried inside me, right to the hilt, filling me so completely that every slight twitch of him against my delicate walls seem to bring me closer to coming already. A moment passed, taking about as long as an ice age to me, and he pulled himself out almost all the way. Pausing with only a fraction of his dick brushing against my wet slit, he twitched, making my pussy shiver, before plunging himself deep inside again.
I could do nothing to stop myself shouting in ecstasy as I locked my legs behind him once more, pulling him into me harder. I clasped his neck, cried out, and bit into his shoulder as he began hammering at me, faster and faster.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since we met,” he murmured breathlessly, his hips still slamming against me. I couldn’t answer. I could feel my orgasm right there. I’d been on the edge of exploding since before tonight’s first kiss, since our interrupted encounter four nights ago. All those feelings had been pent up all that time, desperate for release. All I needed was one... more... push…
His great strength lifted me off the dresser. Nothing held me up but him, his arms and his rock-hard shaft embedded deep in my throbbing pussy. I screamed as he drove me down on him. He whispered, "I think I love you," into my ear, and ground himself against me with all his might, reaching as deep inside as he could go, deeper than anyone had been inside me before.
I swore again and shuddered as wave after wave of crushing ecstasy suddenly pounded through my body. My legs went into spasm, my nails clawed at his neck, and I cried out until I felt hoarse. I barely noticed as he collapsed back onto my mattress. My body out of control, acting only on instinct and lust, I rode him hard, grinding myself desperately on him as he lay there, until he finally gasped, unable to prevent himself from letting loose inside me. I felt volley after volley of hot seed pulse from his exploding cock and showed no sign of stopping. As I came back to my senses, though, his violent blasts of cum inside me died away.
*****
Still straddling him, I bent forward to kiss him on the lips. “Well, finally,” I breathed, “and it was worth the wait.”
“You really feel that way?” he asked. I looked questioningly at him for a second. “George did a lot of digging very quickly to try and figure out where you were.”
That knot began to form in my stomach again, even as I could still feel his dick softening inside me. What has he found out?
“I know about your father, your family, your dad’s business and what my father made happen,” he said. I went to step off him but he held me in place. “And I’m sorry. He was a bastard!” Seth hissed. “He didn’t care about the thousands of lives he ruined by breaking up companies and laying people off, and he didn’t care about the two lives he ruined more than any others'. My mother’s and mine. She was beautiful, but as soon as she passed thirty-eight he was fooling around with younger women. Girls really. He didn’t even try to hide it. If my mother spoke up, he’d hit her. If I tried to help her, he’d punch me. We went to the police, but his lawyers made sure no one knew anything. We became prisoners in our own home until he eventually did the decent thing and died.” Seth finally seemed to notice that tears were running down his cheeks. “Even then he made sure that my mom got nothing. Everything went to me, but only if I kept running his firm. The only thing I can do is try to not be like him, every chance I get.”
I lay down beside him stroking his cheek softly. “So, you knew I was only looking for you for revenge?” I asked him.
“I figured it out,” he replied.
“And you still came to find me?”
“I fell in love with you. It felt like you’d fallen for me too. I had to find out. Besides,” his mouth shifted into a grin, “I’m now majority shareholder and executive VP of a yacht building company, and I clearly know nothing about yachts. I had to find me an expert.” He laughed as I bit his nipple.
“So, how did you find me?” I asked, kissing my way down his chest.
“Odd thing,” he began, “George was trying everything. He hired two PIs, expensive ones, and we got ready for a long wait before we heard anything. But last night we got a message from Simon.”
“Simon, downstairs Simon?” I gasped. I’d almost licked my way down his stomach.
“Yeah. I guess he heard we were looking for you and called us direct, saying you were here.” I heard him sigh as my lips found their way further down still, my fingers gently running along his member, coaxing it back to life.
I smiled to myself. It felt good to have people that cared so much about me. Simon, putting his feelings aside so I could be happy. I thought of Tristan and Suzy, and the kindness shown by Captain Samson. And then I thought of Seth. I gently lic
ked my way up his stiffening shaft, pausing before taking the head of him in my mouth.
“Does that mean,” I asked quietly, “that you’re not a billionaire anymore?”
“If I say ‘no’, are you going to stop what you are doing?”
“…”
***THE END***
Attracted to My Best Friend
Chapter 1:Jake
“Shoulders out, arms over your head…elbows in…so your breasts are pressed together. Sexy…pull your blouse down some more…show me orgasmic! Straddle me with your eyes!”
Yeah…I have to admit, there are far worse jobs than mine. Most men in their thirties are clicking buttons or taking phone calls and they hate it. I click buttons and take phone calls too, but I’m also surrounded by beautiful women all day long, beautiful women who are begging me to make them look sexy…and they’re willing to do (almost) anything. Turns out all those geeky photography classes really helped me find my dream job.
“Jake, do you really think I got what it takes to do nude shots?” supermodel wannabe Kika asked me.
“Well darling, I’m not going to tell you what you should do either way. I can’t promise you you’re going to make it as a supermodel. But if you’re asking me, are you drop dead gorgeous? Of course! You’re amazing. You have the eyes of a tigress.”
Kika smiled and continued posing for me, completely trusting and falling in love. Though I do admit, doing several of these shoots a day, for years and years on end, I can’t really tell the difference between “falling in love” and “falling in love with the camera”. It’s all looks the same after you take your ten thousandth shot.
I’ve also matured to the point where I realize I’m not going to have sex with most of these women, and frankly, I don’t really think it’s a big loss. A photographer kind of senses that the attraction is one sided—the model is in love with herself. She wants love, she wants compliments…she wants stares and gawking. I make that happen.