50 Waves of Passion - the Complete Series: Box Set (14 page)

“I got it in Paris.” Natasha smiled. “I think it was the best buy I ever made.”

They headed down the hallway and Olivia paused as Natasha said, “This is your suite. Please do enjoy yourself.”

“I will thank you.” Her smile got bigger. “Thank you again. I can’t tell you how much this means to me.”

“You don’t have to,” Natasha said quietly. “We all have our fantasies Olivia. All of us.”

Olivia turned away and opened the door. She entered a cabin whose décor was so rich and lush it took her breath away and she stood there, staring at the place with a happy smile spreading her mouth.

The sight of the things laid out neatly n the bed made her heart hammer loudly. There was a slim silk blindfold, a thicker one made of what looked like foam and a sheer black negligee with garters, and stockings. Just like she had mentioned when she spoke to Natasha.

She went to the bed and picked up the first blindfold. Her fingers slid over the silky, slinky fabric and her breath hitch in and out of her mouth.

She disrobed and put on the sexy lingerie, carefully hanging her clothes in the closet after she was dressed.

Time ticked by and her eyes went to the watch on her slim right wrist. The blindfold drew her attention again. She put it up to her eyes and stood there, trying to see through the slippery material. Only a dim glimmer of light shone from below the blindfold.

She set it back down and that was when she heard the door open behind her. She stood silent and still, not moving. She had to restrain the urge to turn her head and look over her shoulder to see him.

He turned her around. Her face bumped against his broad and bare chest. Part of her fantasy was to know only that a handsome and sexy man was making love to her but to never know his name or face.

She could not resist a quick peek up and the mask he wore over his face set her heart to racing even faster.

His chest was hairless, and there was a small and very sexy arrow of hair leading down his flat abdomen to the mostly unbuttoned jeans that he wore.

Her breath came out as a low sharp exhalation. Her fingers curled until she felt the tips of her fingernails inside her palms.

***

“Hello Olivia.”

"Hello.” Her voice sounded small in the otherwise silent room.

His cologne was rich and spicy, there was a slight gleam of perspiration on his chest and she smelled its delicious and pungent odor right below the cologne. It caused an almost primal reaction in her body. Her panties grew sticky and wet and her toes curled inside the stockings that she wore.

He spun her around again. He reached past her, his hands brushing the upper part of her right ass cheek and creating tingles in her flesh that made her jerk and shiver.

The blindfold rested against her eyes. Again she saw the faint glimmer of light around the edges and reassurance set in. His touch made her quiver. His fingers ran down her spine lightly and his lips met her neck. Robbed of sight her other senses kicked in, became more focused. His breath washed across her shoulder and cheek and she shivered as he pressed his body against hers. The hardness in his jeans made her wet all over again, sticky fluids coating the insides of her thighs and pubic curls.

His fingers moved higher, lingering along her shoulders and then they moved along her spine to the little spot right at the top of her buttocks. Her breath hissed in and out. His hands moved around her. She felt the slight calluses on his fingertips and the rasp of his breath as he stroked her breasts through the satiny fabric covering them. Her nipples stuck out in high peaks. Her body shook.

He lifted her up and carried her to the bed. She had lost all sense of direction. His body was strong; she felt the flex of his muscles as he carried her.

The sheets were soft, and they smelled of lavender. The pillows were fluffy. Her head hit one and she felt her hair spread out across them. Her legs parted and his hand moved between her thighs, his fingers stroking the wetness there, pressing her panties deep into her cleft. Her legs drew up and back and she strained to see but all there was just that faint and beckoning light right at the very ends of her vision.

Hs mouth came down on hers. His lips were firm and warm. His tongue tasted of peppermint and she accepted his kiss greedily, her body arching below him as she struggled to find some release.

His fingers moved to her waist, she feel the heated press of them against her skin. The lingerie rubbed against her skin as he made slow circles there. Her ass tightened, loosened as his mouth moved away from hers and to her breasts, his teeth and tongue caressing those hard peaks through the skimpy lingerie that she wore. Her hips arched and her fingers curled into the mattress and the sheets bunched up in her fingers.

The garters snapped against her thighs and then he parted her labia with his fingers, holding them apart while he licked at them gently. His tongue moved along the seam of her pussy until he found her clit and once there he began to pleasure her in earnest.

His tongue moved in circles around her clit then massaged it until she thought she would go mad. His fingers dipped into her wet walls and moved along them in a slow and then faster rhythm until she was wriggling and gasping in pleasure.

He entered her, his cock filling her and opening her walls. Her fingers grasped his shoulders and she cried out as an orgasm, delayed slightly by the change in position, burst through her.

She felt him come, then grow flaccid and withdraw. He gave her one last kiss, and he was gone.

***

Olivia walked along the streets, her smile bright and genuine as she looked through the wares that the locals had up for sale, and the pretty flowers that grew in large border boxes set into red brick patios made even more colorful by highly decorated tile.

The sound of bright salsa music pumped through the air. The cruise port was busy and the streets packed with passengers from several different cruise ships. Olivia was waiting, waiting even though she was walking along just like everyone else.

The knot of anticipation and desire in her belly grew with every moment that passed. Would he come now? Now? In ten minutes? She stopped for a lunch of delectable steak and some potatoes with a fiery sauce that made her fan her lips even as she savored the decadent and complex flavors below the heat.

Was he watching? She scanned the crowd and every face made her wonder. Was that him? The man sitting there with the sexy blonde hair and the full mouth set below a narrow high nose, was that him?

How about that man in the tight jeans and with the slow, hip-slung walk that could be him!

Her eyes kept wandering through the crowds even as she did a little shopping. She bought a few trinkets and headed for a little set of shops nearby. A hand rested on her arm and a voice that she recognized spoke in her ear. “Keep walking.”

Her heart nearly leaped out of her chest. She walked, not looking around, her palms became slick with sweat and the handles of her shopping bags almost fell from her fingers.

He steered her into an alley. The brick wall met her chest but gently. Her nipples scraped the bricks and the bags hung from her hands, making her arms ache. His hands pushed her skirt up. She had foregone panties and she whimpered, her ass jerking as his hands gripped her cheeks and squeezed hard.

His breath washed over her face. She caught a long breath as she heard his zipper going down and his hard thick cock pressed against her swollen opening. She rose slightly, her toes pointing into the ground as she did so then she lowered herself so that he filled her totally. His cock slid along her walls, his hands moved around her body, one squeezed her breast, tweaked her nipples. The other found her clit and massaged it fiercely until it stood up in a high peak that ached to be released form the maddening pleasure he was giving to it and her.

Olivia’s breath became faster. The ragged pant turned into a harsh set of inhales and exhales as he entered her again, his hips arching upward so that he had a good angle into her body, one that allowed her to feel every hard thick inch of his thick and rigid dick.

The wall scraped against her dress and her belly, her nipples and the bags fell from her fingers not the ground, spilling out a few of the things that she had bought.

Her cry was muffled by his hand. Olivia came so hard she swayed and if his strong lean body had not pressed against hers she would have fallen.

He came, his seed spilling into her body in thick spurts. Olivia leaned against the wall, her eyes closing. She heard him moving away but the ghostly imprint of his body stayed on hers long after his footsteps faded.

She took long slow breaths and rearranged her dress. His come was sticky and drying on her thighs and she smiled as she bent to pick up the things that had fallen out of the bag.

Again she walked through the crowds. The faces all looked vaguely familiar and she caught herself straining to hear a familiar voice.

The sheer decadent pleasure of not knowing who had had her was almost overwhelming. She loved that feeling, it made her feel sexy and like she had a secret that nobody else could possibly share.

She made it back to the ship and to her cabin. She took a long hot shower and lay down on her bed, relaxing as she thought about the experiences she had had. The whole thing had been so exciting that she found herself wondering if she could manage to stay on the ship for another few days.

Her budget would not allow it, she knew that.

She sighed and rolled over, meaning to take a short nap but when she woke it was deep night and a tray sat by her bed. Olivia sat up and uncovered the dishes. Fresh fruit and a lovely steak, a still warm potato and a small dish of delectable looking steamed vegetables rounded out the meal. To her shock, she was starving and she ate it all despite having eaten so heartily at lunch.

She got out of bed and went out on the balcony, staring out at the dark sea and the faint lights of the city that they had been in earlier, shining from far away, lighting up the water like tiny candles.

There was a schedule in the drawer and she took it out and read it. The club was open, and the bar was free. That sounded good. Olivia dressed carefully, putting on a long black dress and a pair of heels. She rarely wore heels and she pondered them for a minute. What if she took a tumble and broke an ankle?

Well, she would risk it. This was the last night of her cruise and now that her appetite for her fantasy had been satisfied she wanted a little music and company.

She put on makeup carefully. She brushed on a little mascara and eyeliner; put some bronzer on her cheeks, pleased to see that the sun had kissed her skin just enough to give her a healthy glow but not enough to burn her normally fair skin.

After brushing her hair and adding a little perfume she headed down the hallways. There was silence hanging heavy over the hallways and she relaxed as she got to the main deck and followed the music to a packed little bar filled with people laughing and singing and dancing along to an Elvis impersonator. She smiled too, it was impossible not to.

She ordered white wine then went and took a seat at a small table, letting the ambiance wash over her.

A few women were practically swooning over the Elvis guy and she could not really blame them. He was imitating the old Elvis, the one that wore jeans and shiny leather boots rather than the overweight and sequin loving Elvis. He jumped off the stage and made the rounds, shaking his hips and singing to a few blushing women but he seemed to concentrate on one more than the others.

A handsome man came in and ordered a drink. She stared at him and then some of the other men in the room. Were any of them her lover? She looked around again, trying to think and figure it out. It was fun and she was having a good time imagining each of the men as the one who had made love to her.

The man at the bar lifted a glass in her direction. Olivia looked around, confused. Surely he had not been making a pass at her!

He strolled over and said, “May I join you?”

His voice was not the voice of her lover from the ship. She nodded and said, “Yes please.”

“How are you enjoying the cruise?”

‘I had a great time.”

His dark eyebrow lifted. “Had? Are you having a bad time now?”

She shook her head, “Oh not at all. I just meant…” she blushed. She knew everyone was on the ship for the same thing, to live out a fantasy or to make one come true but she had no idea if he was a fellow guest or if he lived there. “I just mean…I had a good time one way and now I ma having a good time another way. Boy that sounded weird.”

He chuckled, a rich warm chuckle that made her belly fill with butterflies. “No, not weird at all. I totally understand. Would you like to dance?”

“I would.” She smiled at the invitation. He stood and helped he rout of her chair, a gallant little gesture that made her blush even as it filled her with a feeling she had not had in a long time. Chivalry was not dead after all it seemed.

They went out on the floor just as Elvis took his final bows and vanished and the DJ put on a slow record. He held her close but not too close. His hands were warm on her waist as he guided her around the large floor. The lights revolved above them and she asked, “What brings a guy like you to a cruise like this?”