Belinda slipped into her cabin after thanking Vance for a great morning. She was pleased to find the cabin was empty allowing her to slip out of her clothes and into the shower to wash the remaining oil residue from her body. She was thankful for not having to answer questions about the oil or explain the over the top dress for a morning on the ship.
The warm water felt better than usual as it cascaded over her natural curves. A light gasp escaped her lips as she began to massage her breasts bringing them to a soapy lather. Her mind drifting back to the massage, she knew that just 2 minutes more and Jay would have been working on her intimate parts, the thought alone arousing her. Her body felt so alive.
Her hands continues to massage and tease as she worked the soapy water against her tanned flesh, the oil gradually washing away. Her fingers gradually reached down, finding the spot she knew jay had desired. Biting her lip, gasping “if only,” as she slipped her finger over her swollen clit. She closed her eyes and imagined.
As her fingers began the familiar dance and her breathing began to deepen, her mind wandered as it imagined the hands of another bringing her this pleasure. Imagining herself rolling over… allowing another man to straddle her… Moaning lightly as she felt the feeling intensify, continuing the dance with more urgency, imaging his body, his face….
Belinda froze, shocked with herself. She hadn’t seen Jay’s face but didn’t expect the face that popped into her mind. She quickly dried of and dressed, wondering how that face had slipped into her fantasy time. How could she. It was so wrong. Vance was married.
She spent the rest of the afternoon trying to push those thoughts from her head. Choosing to spend some time with Pete.
Pete suggested they should invite Vance and Candice for a meal. Belinda unsure, yet unable to refuse. She heard Pete talking with Vance to make the arrangements as she sat in her cabin wondering if she could control the feelings bubbling inside her.
The warm water felt better than usual as it cascaded over her natural curves. A light gasp escaped her lips as she began to massage her breasts bringing them to a soapy lather. Her mind drifting back to the massage, she knew that just 2 minutes more and Jay would have been working on her intimate parts, the thought alone arousing her. Her body felt so alive.
Her hands continues to massage and tease as she worked the soapy water against her tanned flesh, the oil gradually washing away. Her fingers gradually reached down, finding the spot she knew jay had desired. Biting her lip, gasping “if only,” as she slipped her finger over her swollen clit. She closed her eyes and imagined.
As her fingers began the familiar dance and her breathing began to deepen, her mind wandered as it imagined the hands of another bringing her this pleasure. Imagining herself rolling over… allowing another man to straddle her… Moaning lightly as she felt the feeling intensify, continuing the dance with more urgency, imaging his body, his face….
Belinda froze, shocked with herself. She hadn’t seen Jay’s face but didn’t expect the face that popped into her mind. She quickly dried of and dressed, wondering how that face had slipped into her fantasy time. How could she. It was so wrong. Vance was married.
She spent the rest of the afternoon trying to push those thoughts from her head. Choosing to spend some time with Pete.
Pete suggested they should invite Vance and Candice for a meal. Belinda unsure, yet unable to refuse. She heard Pete talking with Vance to make the arrangements as she sat in her cabin wondering if she could control the feelings bubbling inside her.
