Shades of Shame (Semper Fi)
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Authors: Laura Cooper,Christopher Cooper
Shades of Shame
By
Laura B. Cooper
Christopher Cooper
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Published by: Sea Island Press
Shades of Shame
Copyright © 2013 by Laura B. Cooper
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Table of Contents
Introduction
David marveled at all she had gotten done in just two short weeks. He realized now she had been much busier than he had originally thought, and her efforts were magnificent. Soft country music filled the salon, and when he opened the door he allowed the setting sun to pour in. He squinted slightly, absorbing the unusual amber glow that cast down upon the aft deck. There she was, leaning against the stern railing staring off into the sunset. The sunlight shone through her light blue sundress, revealing the most incredible body he had ever laid eyes on. Her silken blond hair blew strongly in the breeze, and her perfume now complimented the incredible gourmet smells from the perfectly set teak table. This was one of those picture moments; something that ought to be captured forever.
Elise turned only slightly, as if she already knew he was there. The large black sunglasses shielded her eyes, but that smile was unmistakable. Fortunately she didn’t move from that spot, instead opting to turn her attention back towards the water. This gave him an opportunity to open the bottle of wine and pour two glasses. Slipping behind her, he wrapped his right arm around her shoulder. Dangling the glass of wine in front of her chest, he pressed his body against her softly, just enough to let her know he was there and extremely interested. She leaned her head back into David’s shoulder, allowing him to steal his first kiss of the evening. And he took full advantage of it; gently kissing the side of her neck, trailing his tongue and lips up just behind her ear. He whispered “I love you,” before gently taking her tiny ear lobe between his lips, sucking it slowly and deliberately.
She pushed back against the railing, her free hand now reaching back to touch her husband’s thigh. It was that same thigh that had introduced them so many years ago. Had he not been injured, had she not accepted the nursing internship at the Veteran’s Hospital, they wouldn’t even be there that evening. David smiled at the memory as she touched the scar on his thigh. A warm approving moan was confirmation that she was still the love of his life.
“I’ve missed you so much these last two weeks,” David said. “Not sure if I’ll make it through dinner.” The fact of the matter was that he did indeed miss her. Everything about her turned him on: the smell of her soap, her bathrobe, her makeup, and all the little things that make women so damn wonderful. And the last two weeks had been miserable for him to stay away from her. Still, travel was one of the drawbacks of being a United States Senator. Elise had used the past two weeks to refit the boat he’d bought her. Above diamonds, houses and expensive clothes, Elise McNarry loved her boats. In fact, sometimes David wondered if she didn’t love them more than she loved him.
“I’ve missed you too,” she said as she took the glass of wine he held for her. “And I think you will find that it was worth your while.”
As much as he hated to, he backed away and pulled her chair out. She took her seat on cue, and made herself comfortable at the table. David surveyed the dinner table as he took his seat just opposite of her. The stainless steel plate covers keeping their dinner warm were like everything else, brand new. He could see she spared no expense, and he fought the urge to ask the cost of such accoutrements. Before he could speak she raised her glass, “I’m so glad you’re finally home, David. I’ve missed you.”
Dinner was quiet and beautiful; they barely noticed the sun had passed completely over the horizon. The harbor lights danced across the waves as the gentle lapping sound of the sea mixed with the salt air, producing nearly the perfect aphrodisiac. Elise was so excited about everything: the boat, the harbor, the music, and the smells. It was all perfect. And if all that wasn’t enough, the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen was enjoying it all with him. At that precise moment, he felt like he had conquered the world.
After dinner he helped her up, pulling her body next to his for their first real kiss of the evening. Her glasses fell from the top of her head as he pressed his lips against hers, his tongue traced the outline of her lips. She leaned her head back as he kissed his way down her neck to the inviting cleavage that had tempted him all through dinner. At first she fell limp in his arms, but when he reached the tops of her breasts she pushed him back. “Not out here, David!”
He ignored her plea as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him deeper into her bosom. Her plea became much more insistent, “Stop, David. Not yet. I still have so much more to show you.”
He reluctantly stopped. His body, feeling complete betrayal, was now definitely angry with the decision, and his excitement clearly visible. “Elise…” he began.
“No, David. Trust me. Just help me clear the table.”
He followed her every movement as if he were in a trance. He couldn’t wait to hold her in his arms, to feel her body next to his. It was all he could think about. Nevertheless, he quickly gathered the dishes and took them to the galley. There she stood in the door way to the wheel house, her hands on her hips, her face beaming with anticipation like a child on Christmas morning. “Come with me,” she said as she held her hand out. “I have to show you our new stateroom!”
He grabbed her hand as she literally drug him down the ladderwell. She had every light on, showing off every new piece of furniture and accessory she had purchased. They padded down the hall into the master stateroom and there it was: a four poster Charleston Rice Bed. David had no idea how anyone could even get a bed like that onto a boat, much less down below. But there it was, all of it, its massive cherry posts that ran from floor to ceiling, ornately carved with pineapples and roses.
He grabbed her hips, and once again she complained, “C’mon, David. Let me show you!” She opened the closet, the drawers, and even the hatch to the head. She was so proud of all her work, and it showed. It looked fabulous. “Now,” she said turning to him, “you take a shower and I’ll lay out something for you to wear.” She could see his disappointment, but pushed his chest away insistently. “C’mon, it’ll be worth your while. After you’re done, meet me on the flybridge.”
He took his shower, quickly. All he could think about was her beautiful body, and the thoughts of taking her right on that bed nearly overcame him. His need to be inside her was more than apparent, and while he soaped himself, he found it hard not to just finish it off right there. But he wanted her to have her special evening. She certainly had put a lot of thought into it.
He stepped out of the shower, toweled off, and entered their stateroom only to find a new silk bathrobe. David smiled at the silliness of such delicate apparel. But he complied, slipping it over his shoulders and heading out the door and up to the flybridge.
As he climbed up the wooden ladderwell he once again heard the sound of soft music, and the heavy smoke of a fine cigar. Elise was sitting on the back bench, sipping a brandy and slowly smoking a cigar. She was in her own little world as she sat casually across the bench, making it very hard to notice the newly reupholstered seating. Her legs crossed, her bare feet dangled off the end of the bench, her robe opened slightly to show most of her wonderful breasts. She had her eyes closed, and she was humming to herself along with the music.
“May I?” David asked, tapping her shoulder and bringing her back to reality.
She repositioned herself, sliding her feet onto the ottoman in front of the bench. “Of course!” she said as she tapped the cushion next to her, indicating exactly where she wanted him. She already had his cigar and drink laid out on the courtesy table. “I thought you might want a little night cap,” she said.
He pulled her to her feet, forcing her body against his. With David’s left hand behind her neck and his right hand on her hip, he pulled her even tighter against himself. He grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her face back gently as he kissed her wonderful neck. She tried to push him away, but not this time. David McNarry would not be denied. He laid her down on the ottoman and climbed beside her, his mouth quickly seized the skin above her breasts as he pulled her robe completely open. She moaned slightly as he continued his assault, slowly kissing and sucking her wonderful flesh, tasting her skin and reveling in the smell of her perfume. Her breasts were now fully exposed to the moonlight as he traced his fingertips around her nipples. With one fail swoop he grabbed her breast and brought it to his mouth. His tongue reached out as far as possible and finally made contact with her hard, firm nipple. She responded with confirmation as her they hardened even further. She ran her fingers through the back of his graying hair. He trailed his fingertips down, snaking his way across her stomach, coming to rest between her legs. His spread her wide, his middle finger firmly planted between her thighs. He squeezed the thick flesh there between his index and middle finger, and pressed the heel of his palm into her mound. The pad of his middle finger felt the front of her opening, dipping ever so slightly in and out. At the same time, he forced his face fully into the meaty flesh of her breast, pushing his five o’clock shadow into her until he felt the heat from the friction on his cheek.
David had her exactly where he wanted her now. Her legs instinctively spread even further open, and he felt the familiar puddle of her excitement dripping down. He slipped his middle finger in a little deeper as she lifted her left breast to his face, almost smothering him in the process. He didn’t care. He couldn’t get enough of her. He could feel her need harden under his palm as he slid his middle finger deep inside and across her special spot. The spongy spot inside her hardened, and he gently applied more pressure as he continued to slide his thick finger in and out.
His ring finger now pressed against the opening to her ass as her hips rolled up and down. He slid his face over to her other breast, repeating the process of gently sucking and pressing his face into her. David knew she was biting her lip and clenching her teeth as she released the familiar moan of ecstasy. “Yessss,” she said slowly. “Yes!”
David picked up the pace to match her moans. He increased the pressure of his palm as his fingers sank deeper inside, and she made every attempt to match his enthusiasm as her hips reached out to meet his fingers with every stroke. Her orgasm was building stronger and stronger as he released her nipple and pulled back his face, relishing in her beauty as the moonlight highlighted her fantastic body. Her head was now firmly planted in the cushion of the ottoman as her orgasm took over.
