50 Waves of Passion - the Complete Series: Box Set (5 page)

Bad boy charisma just oozed off him. His dark blonde hair hung across his cheek sand his jeans were too tight, ripped at one knee. His elbows lay on the bar and his pelvis arched up. Her eyes went there to see a definite chubby outline under the denim that encased his thighs.

She couldn’t speak. Her mind went blank. She had to swallow hard to get the words out. “Sure, why not?”

He slid onto the stool easily. He had a natural athletic grace that sent her butterfly laden belly into spasms and her panties grew damp and sticky. His eyes probed hers and that devastating dimple appeared in his cheek. “Nice dress, I love that color.”

“Are you trying to flatter me?” She smiled, and then giggled. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound…”

“Like you don’t get nearly the compliments you deserve?”

Her breath sucked in. Her face colored. “Thank you, I mean…” she fell silent.

Brad turned to the bartender. “Can we get more champagne please?”

A brief nod and the bartender walked away. For a moment she toyed with a delicious fantasy, the two of them fighting over her. Brad winning, of course.

“What brings you here?”

She knew he knew that answer but he didn’t know the whole answer. “I’m on an adventure.”

“Are you?” His smile showed pearly white teeth. “Adventure is good.”

“It’s amazing,” she blurted out. “I’m an accountant at a credit finance company. It’s boring and I am bored. I never thought I would take a chance like this, show up here I mean.”

“But you did.”

Her heart pounded loudly. “I did.”

He passed her the fresh glass, “Here’s to adventure.”

“Yes,” she toasted him and took a long swallow. His eyes held hers. Her panties grew wetter. He asked, “What’s your name?”

“Jennifer.” Like Anniston, she wanted to say but didn’t. This version of Brad was light years away from marrying her. “Who are you?”

“Bradley but you can call me Brad.” He winked at her. Her head spun. Jesus he was stunning. Her eyes went to his shoulders and narrow waist.

“So what brings you here?”

He shrugged, a careless little move that sent his muscles rippling. More thrills shot through her. “Adventure on the high seas, what else? I always thought I would make a good pirate.”

"Me too!” Her face colored. She had always dreamed of him taking on a role as pirate, tight breeches and wind whipped hair flying out behind him had colored many of her fantasies.

“Ah, well, we should run away and be pirates together then. I could sail the ship and you could charm the men on the others until they gave us everything we wanted. We’d lie on beaches and drink rum and coconuts all day, thinking of new ways to spend our gold.”

“Unless I decided to leave you stranded on a desert island,” she teased. She was flirting! It was a surprise to her, she didn’t normally do it, mostly because she didn’t know how but right now it came naturally.

“I would have to make sure you wanted me too badly to do that.” His lips, so full and luscious, curved upward. The dimple flashed in and out of his cheek. “Don’t you think? Would you like to dance?”

“Yes.” He’d asked so suddenly she didn’t have time to think it through or phrase her answer any better. He didn’t seem to mind the simple reply, instead he took her by one hand and helped her off the bar stool.

The hem of the dress swirled around her thighs as she walked with him. She was hyperaware of everything: his small smile on his face, the feel of the material of her dress against her skin, the slight rocking of the ship below her feet, and the heat of his hand on hers. The scent of his aftershave drifted to her nose and when he spun her around the music abruptly shifted to a hot Latin beat. Her feet froze. She had taken salsa lessons in secret, she’d been mesmerized by Swayze in Dirty Dancing and when he had appeared briefly in the sequel she had found herself almost desperate to learn those sexy hip thrusting movements.

Emboldened by the dress, the lipstick and the champagne Jennifer began to dance. She forgot to worry what people would think, or to care that someone might laugh at a woman in her 40’s out on the floor with a much younger man, doing what was her obvious best to seduce him.

Brad was a wonderful dancer of course. His thighs met hers and she felt the hard press of his thick member against her belly. More fluids spilled out of her and into the panties, which now clung suddenly to her labia.

His hands touched her body, sent longing spiking into her bloodstream. Her blood itself heated and as the exertion made her heartbeat rise, her worries lessened. She laughed out loud as he did a sexy little move that had his jeans tightening even further and his cock more obvious.

His hands went to her waist and his hips moved up and down, front to back. His cock pressed against her again, making her nipples stiffen painfully. The song ended and a slow one began. His arms wrapped around her and she sank into his embrace, her fingers going to his hair. It was thick and silky, the tresses slipped under her fingers and she sighed.

He took her back to the bar, and more champagne appeared. They drank it quickly and Brad too her by the arm. “Would you like to go for a walk with me?”

“I would love to.”

She was breathless and it showed in her voice. Brad took her arm and they walked toward the open decks beyond. The wind whipped her hair and dress, sending it flying upward. Her panties were briefly visible. His eyes went to them and a smile crossed his mouth. Her face burned again but desire overwrote her slight embarrassment.

The decks were deserted. Brad took her to a small ell in the decks, a quiet and secluded little corner. He turned to her and his mouth met hers.

His arms wrapped her into his embrace. Her body sagged against his. His lean but muscular frame held her body up. His hands ran along her back, finding the zipper to her dress and pulling it down in one swift motion. One minute she wore the dress, the next it sailed out into the ocean and bobbed along the waves, a bright red splash against the blue waters. The stars shone down and the moon, a bare sickle, illuminated his face.

His mouth met hers again. His lips were soft but firm. His tongue was clever and quick, just like his hands. It darted into her mouth and she whimpered; her tongue matching his as the kiss grew deeper and longer.

Cool ocean breezes stroked her almost bare skin. His hands dropped back to her waist, a heavy and welcome weight. His fingers spread out, one dipping below the upper edge of her panties to stroke the flesh below and the damp spot at her crotch grew larger.

His fingers move dot the bra, stroking her nipples through the fabric. The little clasp between her breasts gave and her tits spilled out, her large pink nipples stiffened to a pebbly hardness. His mouth found those peaks, caressed and licked them while he suckled there. The sight of his head bent to her breasts sent more juices flowing into her panties. Her fingers shook as she ran them along his waits to the buttons of his jeans

His cock sprang out and filled her hand. It pulsed with warm life, her fingers found the tip, the delicate skin there already stretched across an erection. They tumbled down to the deck, his body shielding hers. The wind whipped across them sending her hair flying into her eyes, His tongue moved lower, his hands tugged at her panties and she lifted her hips so that he could get them down. Her fingers tangled into his hair as his tongue grazed the flesh below her belly button, bit at it gently.

His finger spread her labia and his tongue found her clit. A low cry burst from her lips. Her ass jerked higher and her fingers dug into his scalp. Her eyes closed as sensation streaked through her, his breath stirring the thick mat of pubic curls at the apex of her thighs.

His fingers delved into her inner folds, opening her as his tongue continued to move in slow long strokes across the throbbing nub of her clit. Her hips lifted and lowered as she strained to get closer.

His fingers crated a heat and friction inside her snug sheath that she could not deny was incredible her walls pulsed and closed around his digits, her legs spreading further. Her eyes closed and opened. Stars shone down. He moved upward, his body moving as he tugged his jeans down. His cock pressed against the wet and swollen entry to her channel and then he entered her, his hips thrusting forward quickly. Her cry was loud, startling her but she moved toward him, matching every thrust as he moved within her and then withdrew again.

Her fingers pressed into his shoulders, feeling the muscles of his smooth back. She let them wander down to his flexing ass cheeks. His skin was sleek and satiny, his hair smelled of salt water and masculine shampoo. His hips moved again and he drove deeper into her body, pinning her to the cool wooden deck below.

His mouth went back to her nipples; he balanced himself on one strong arm and used the fingers of his free hand to manipulate her clit once more. Jennifer cried out, her legs splaying open wider as an orgasm began to flood through her body. Her cries were buried in his shoulder, his tee shirt rubbed against her face and she inhaled his scent deeply as the gushes of her fluids coated her body, splattered onto his and then ran down between her legs and ass crack to puddle below her.

Brad groaned and thrust harder. Her inner walls tightened and released him, tightened and released as the climax and its long rippling aftershocks continued. Jennifer’s eyes rolled back in her head and she shook all over as he thrust into her a final time before a long and powerful shudder racked his body. His muscles went rigid and he strained forward, a little cry escaping his lips as he held steady for a moment.

His thick and creamy seed burst out of the head of his cock, ran down her legs and mingled with her own fluids. They lay locked together for long moments then he grew flaccid and slowly withdrew, leaving a dribble of fluid streaked across her thigh.

Jennifer began to chuckle. He lifted his head, his remarkable eyes meeting hers and his dimple flashing. “What?”

“I’m trying to figure out how to get back to my cabin without a dress to wear.”

“Your panties are hanging on the lifeboat,” he pointed. “I could probably get them for you.”

“Oh shit.” She sat up, forgetting that she didn’t usually like men to see her completely naked, that she was self-conscious and that she was not only naked but a disheveled mess. “Now what?”

He considered. “Hold on, there’s a towel station right over there.”

He stood, buttoned his jeans and dashed for the towel station. Jennifer howled laughter. She had not expected this to turn out to be so wonderful, so fulfilling. She had been afraid he would treat her like a paying customer but instead he was treating her like someone he cared about and that made everything right.

He returned with a large towel and wrapped it around her, his hands gentle. He held her free hand, the other clutched the knot in the towel that held it together, and walked her back to her cabin. The fluids between her thighs were slippery and her body was sore but in a pleasant and exciting way.

He gave her a crooked grin, a heart stopping little sparkle of mischief in his eyes as she opened the door and turned to him. He asked, “Would you like to go into port with me tomorrow? There are some amazing things there I think you would like to see.”

Jennifer did not have to think about how to answer that question. “I would love that,” she said.

“Good, bring your bathing suit.” He gave her a brief but intense kiss and then he was gone. Jennifer let herself into her cabin. She felt like she was floating on air. Her reflection showed her smeared lipstick and a goofy grin. Her hair stuck up on her head and a look that she had never seen before rested on her face

She dropped the towel. Her bra hung open, exposing her breasts and she looked hard at her belly, a little pooch but hers. Her thighs were thick but the flesh was creamy and smooth. She grinned at her reflection. The phone on the wall rang, the steward asked if she were going to be going to the dining room for dinner and she said yes, she was.

“And I am going to see an exotic port tomorrow with my dream man,” she said as she hung up. “Here’s to adventures on the high seas.”

The End

Book Four

The Three's Company Suite

Tommy was nervous. Scratch that, he was terrified. The cruise ship stood at the dock and his feet were frozen to the ground of the parking lot. He glanced around, wondering if anyone had seen him yet. Maybe he could just head back the other way, and nobody would care.

He bit his lips. He didn’t really want to head back the other way, he wanted to be right here, getting everything that the Nyx had promised, the stiff length of his cock told him that. But he was worried. Had he asked for too much?

It was possible. He wondered if anyone else had ever asked for a threesome with two hot blondes, Playboy hot, sexpot hot. He took another long look around. Surely he was being greedy. He was usually lucky to get laid at all, and usually the girls he dated were like him: studious, bookish. They had boring jobs in cubicles just like the one he sat in. he met them through blind dates or through his mother’s friends. He didn’t go to bars much, so he couldn’t meet girls that way. He didn’t go to bars or to the other known hotspots at all really, he didn’t have time.