He was well built the skin of his face rough to the touch, beaten by wind and the rain of the south Atlantic. She pounded him wearing his arms draped across her as a trophy.
The cruise had been Dull for Emma. Twentyfive days in with no fun insight until he boarded at Rio de Janeiro, she had noticed the new face as the Topaz left Rio, She had her eye on him for from then on. A new comer stuck traveling to New York doing some pre-production work on the next phase of the shoot according to one of the editors.
As the shoot had wrapped a few weeks before the film crew were in the process of “de-shipping” the days of Covid had necessitated the entire crew and production team coming aboard. The ship now called something ridiculous “A+” had been rented by one of Emma’s clients in Hollywood. It had come to her that rather than quarantine separately they could get more shooting time if they all came on board and used the biggest from for the film as a floating production base with 70 film makers onboard in various different guises the filming had been hard going. With principle photography paused it was time for post production to shine.
Some cleaver contract clauses had left the crew with another 10 days to run following the last positive test. That’s how he had found himself stuck on the voyage of the dammed, well if the dammed had there own cabins and an onsite chef that is. Emma had decided to treat this latest delay as a working holiday, she had been stuck on this boat with the same people for a month. The warm sun had brought out her freckles the sea air had kissed the curls of her hair beautifully. The evening had come as quickly as a summer breeze the crew, that is the boat people as she had taken to calling them. Had elected to hold a “formal” for a ship full of producers writers and props people, the mix had been very good about 50/50 male female.
Emma purched on in her cabin set about her choices, a women attire being but one of the weapons she liked to use in her pursuits. Allowing the water to evaporate off of her form as she looked upon her outfits. Towel wrapped she considered the selection before her as she hadn’t painted her toes. Gowns of black green and red hang in her state room. Each dress bearing a fond memory.
The black almost like a second skin, Emma remembered vividly remembered the touch of a surgeon as he kissed her shoulders unzipping it. Shivers woke her from her revelry.The green bellowing silk flowing around her ala Marilyn Monroe as the hem of the skirt was lifted as that nights lover took her against the city scape of Mad-Hatten. The dim of Newyork life highlighted by the sound of her raptures that evening. Emma felt her self stirring at the thought of remembering that weekend. And the Red elegance in its truest form last worn to the correspondents dinner in Washington, Emma still remembered his dark hands upon her, lamenting the one that got away. Emma would of liked to have something else in common with Marilyn.
And so she made her choice, feeling the black stockings gliding upon her legs always turned her on. She had always been a tactile savouring the draw of the material against velvet skin. Clicking the straps, she brushed against herself tantalising at the sensation. Always felt naughty to pull the thong over the top, Her desire always got the better of her when she had it in mind to take a lover. Her bustier done up she took a moment to check herself almost drawing her fingers once more against herself the regal black lace patterns emphasised her shape of her breasts, making her feel sexy, desired and in control. Standing in her heels before the mirror she was the very picture of seductive beauty..
As Emma, paused to admire the backless red dress, her long hair fell across her exposed shoulder blades. Her peachy bottom looking amazing. She was the picture of a successful women, her grey eyes purposeful, intelligent and aware.
Her workplace had grown in the wake of the #me2 movement and women like her had taken advantage of the vacuum. Dashes of perfume and Emma was out her black Jimmy choo’s offering the barest clack against the carpeted deck, she thought of the percussion of heels as a fan fair announcing her approach, often colleagues could gage her mood from her gate
The evening air was warm and the deck lights blazed in a golden Hue against the stars, soft music playing the event was worthy of any red carpeted opening. He was dressed in black tie, his broad shoulders meeting the cut of the suit perfectly. The rough features unaccustomed to the company he would keep this evening. Sipping water listening to a couple tell a story. Her man noticed her perhaps for the first time it struck her that he was as yet unaware he was hers. Skirting the perimeter making small talk and sipping a from a long necked glass as she went her grey eyes sparkling on full beam as he drinks her in
His gaze broken only by the slit of her dress creeping up her leg as she walked toward him, his eyes drawn to the thigh blushing and forced back up to meet hers. In that moment she had drawn close to him. Inhaling him, taking in the warmth of his smile. Ever so unsure but confident none the less she took his hand. His strength evident by the feel of his coarse grasp. Her desire clear from the cut of her smile in the night.
This man had known nothing but her company the entire evening, hours had passed his attention focused soley on her the entire time. The conspiratorial lean as their heads came closer on the pretence of not be able to hear? Her drawing him to her with not but her smile. The feel of his broad shoulder as she glanced her arm across it, the valley of her cleavage drawing and appreciating smirk from him, applying just enough pressure to let him know he was hers, boldly she touch’s his crotch not unpleased by what stirs beneath Stuart Hughes creation. Not feral but certainly not tame she chances a kiss eyes alive with the taste of him. being sure to leave her sent on the air Emma withdraws to the washroom. Leaving her prey to ponder his situation.
He knows nothing of this woman only that people defer to her. He reflects that she hasn’t asked him a thing Emma hasn’t she doesn’t need to know for tonight he belongs to her. Emma returns glowing her focus resolute on him as she reacquaints herself with his chest. The party winding down couples take their leave dispersing throughout the decks, some taking in the night air some more urgently withdrawing He notices she has returned with two glasses and a bottle. Taking him by the hand she leads him from the party. A mischievous look thrown across her shoulder as he catches up to her, her grasp return to his crotch more insistent, more persuasive of what hers tonight, spinning she pulls him to her back against the wall she hungrily kisses him as their lips part her teeth draw his lip, ever so slightly she had given in to her more feral desires upon his body. Nails drawn across his shirted chest once more as she turns and leads him to her cabin. The dull clack of her heels sounds her intent her strut clear and commanding complemented by the Ching of the glassware as she went.
At the door, almost breathlessly she pulls him to her kissing again, his lips at her neck her loins stirring ever more .
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