The Journey Of Angela

[Miltone]

This is a closed thread between Lady Kit and I. But please feel free to read on as we take a journey of sexual exploration and self-discovery.

OOC: Derek Lovett, 39, celebrity attorney, made his reputation as the successful defense attorney for a high profile professional athlete accused of assault. An ambitious self-made man from a poor working class family, Derek swept his way through two law practices until he ended up owning a third. Tall and trim with jet-black hair, intense dark eyes and a perpetual tan, Derek met his current wife, Angela, the day after the divorce from his first wife was finalized.

The much younger and quite beautiful daughter of a country club friend and Derek appear to have an enviable marriage. They have money (hers), power and celebrity (his), friends (A-List only), a custom built house near Chicago, an apartment in New York, a condo in Aspen, and are planning on a long-needed two-week vacation to the Caribbean aboard the 75-foot yacht of her father.

Married life had been fun at first but as the months moved on, the gap between her youthful naiveté and his jaded experience became more and more difficult to surmount. Thus they are taking the vacation in the hopes of re-igniting what had been a promising relationship. Although things had been difficult in the past few months, not to be doubted is their love for each other.

IC: As they strolled leisurely along the concourse, Derek was aware of the glances and stares of onlookers. He and Angela had that effect on people no matter where they were. His tall dark good looks and her soft blonde curves drew the first looks that were retained by the sweet expression of her dark blue eyes and the sheer confidence of his presence. His Armani jacket draped over a shoulder, his shirt opened well below the neck, and the cool casual way he always looked 10 yards ahead of him gave him a certain sleek elan than attracted women. Yet, hand in hand with Angela, he was unattainable. Men would turn and stare gape-mouthed when she passed by. And her rising sense of excitement made her all the more irresistible. He felt her squeeze his hand firmly.

After several difficult months of non-stop work, they were off to relax. Cell phones were turned off and packed away. Arrangements had been made. Within the hour they would be off for the first respite since their honeymoon—but then that wasn’t really the same since he had been called back early for an unscheduled court appearance. This time would be different they had promised each other, without exception. After they had settled into their first class seats, Derek looked over and smiled at Angela’s expression.

“Excited, Baby?” he asked, taking her soft hand in his and raising it to his lips.

“Oh, yes! This is going to be so cool!” she answered, her eyes moving from the tarmac to the planes cabin to her husband’s eyes.

“I am looking so forward to this,” Derek remarked, the image of the Cormorant flashing in his mind. 75-feet of twin-dieseled steel and teak with the turquoise Caribbean for a background. “We need this, Baby. We really need this.”

“I know,” she said, her gorgeous eyes widening at his adoring gaze. “Maybe this is where we can start over.”

“Hmm, maybe not start over … no make-ups in this life,” he chuckled softly. “A chance to put things right, the way we want them to go.”

When she smiled at him, the full curling lips, the perfect little overbite, the hint of dimples, the sweet blush of her cheeks, Derek pulled her hand back to his lips and held it there. Her skin was so soft and tasted so sweet. He could have easily shut out the attendants and the other passengers and taken her right there. Anything to break out of this damned rut they had worked themselves into. And as she shifted in her seat, the fullness of her breasts jiggling alluringly under her thin little top made his stir as well—a different kind of stirring.

Maybe this was their chance to break free and discover what they both really wanted, what they both really needed. And he knew that it fell to him to break free. Angela, his sweet Angel, his Baby, was as incredibly naive as she was beautiful. Perhaps they would now finally have the time to teach and learn about themselves and each other. As he let their hands fall away, she drew them down to her lap, securing their clasped hands with her other in the warm junction of her legs and lap. Derek couldn’t resist letting his pinky break free and probe slowly and gently down the sweet cleft of her snug jeans.

“Derek!” she squealed softly. “Not here!”

“That’s right,” Derek answered. “We should wait at least until we’re airborne.”

She gave him one of “those” looks yet did nothing to interrupt the movement of his teasing little digit between her legs, even parting her legs just the least little bit. With a noticeable bump, the place began to be pushed back from the gate. Angela looked out the window and back to Derek, a girlish anticipation flushing her cheeks.

 

[Lady_Kit]

OOC: Angela Lovett, had gone from pampered daughter to pampered wife with no gap between the two. Her life had been extremely sheltered and regimented; strict parents had prevented any of the adolescent experimentation in drugs, alcohol and sex that had occupied many of her contemporaries. She had lived at home while doing her four years at a very correct womens’ college and graduated with a satisfactory GPA; but without any real exposure to the male of the species. Consequently, when she met Derek she was still an inexperienced and naive virgin of 24, and deserving of the family nickname, “Angel.”

She was a perfect daughter, perfect hostess, and perfect wife. The serenity and ease of her existence was reflected in her demeanor and her appearance. Softly curling blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and clear peaches & cream skin gave her the appearance of a cherub straight from the work of a master artist. The curves of her body, with the measurements 36D, 24, 36 made men think of Playboy Bunnies and a version of heaven not found in the Bible.

She had a quick wit, was well read and intelligent, but not long after she and Derek were married it became evident that these qualities were not enough. Her body was willing, but her experience was lacking where their “intimate relations” were concerned. She often sensed that Derek was dissatisfied with her response to his lovemaking, but she didn’t know what to do about it. Lately, she had been reading books about female sexuality but so much of the information was confusing. She hoped that an upcoming trip to the Caribbean would give her the time she needed to learn to please her husband and be pleasured in return. In spite of their difficulties, she loved her husband whole-heartedly and would do anything to make him happy.

IC: The small touch of Dereks finger against the seam of her jeans was a delicious distraction and Angela suppressed the voice that cried out at the impropriety of such contact in public. It was an ongoing battle that raged between her love and desire for her husband, and the residue of a strict and repressive upbringing. Though she made a small outward show of shock, today, desire won and she shifted a bit on the wide leather seat to encourage the caress. She had vowed to try to be more relaxed about the intimate relationship she had with Derek. She hated seeing the disappointment in his eyes when she failed to welcome his touch, and she knew that if she didn’t make him happy there were plenty of women waiting to take her place. Her husband was a verile man, he needed a woman that would satisfy him, even in her innocence, she understood that fact. Angela boldly pressed Dereks hand against the heated space between her legs. She wanted him to know how much he excited her, and how much she needed him.

You’re right Derek, it’s a chance to make things go the way we want. Let’s not waste it, I love you and I’ll do anything to make you happy.

In her innocence, she had no real idea what she offered. She only knew that this was the man she was meant to be with and wherever he led, she would follow. As the wheels lifted off the runway, she leaned against her husbands strong shoulder and closed her eyes. Everything would be all right, she told herself. Derek would take care of her, she was safe in his hands.

 

[Miltone]

Derek Lovett

As their plane banked up higher in a widening gyre before slipping into the designated flight path, Derek felt Angela lean on him, pressing her soft cheek onto his shoulder and the outer curve of her breast to his arm. She closed her eyes and sighed softly, the warmth of her body penetrating his.

Derek remembered the day they had met. He had been out nearly all night celebrating his divorce with his buddies who had then proceeded to drag him onto the golf course with only a couple hours of sleep. With a pounding hangover that even a double-birdie on 17 couldn’t chase away, he tumbled into the clubhouse for a little hair of the dog. As he had scooped up the tumbler of bourbon and ice, he turned toward the door and was struck dumb in his tracks. Entering from the tennis court-side was this tall blonde vision of heaven. Backlit by the sun, she and her companion collected themselves at a table and Derek felt his heart stand still and heard the faint sound of violins—or was it angels singing?

His friend Peter had picked up on his state of mind, saying, “Something else, ain’t it?”

“Who is she?”

“Wilson Romaine’s daughter. Angela, I think. Umm-umm! He runs United Electric. Scratch golfer. Beat the pants off me last …”

“I know him. Hang on. I’ll be right back,” Derek had said, setting his drink on the bar and walking slowly but directly toward her table. He ran a hand through his hair and wiped the grunge from his face. When he drew near, she had looked at him, tilted her head slightly to the side, and smiled, a warm rich smile that would have devastated most men and reduced them to a blithering idiot. But with his eyes on hers, he approached slowly. “Hello, Angela,” Derek had said, extending his hand politely. “We haven’t met so I hope you don’t mind the intrusion, but I wanted to say hello and introduce myself. Derek Lovett.”

Looking at her friend and exchanging one of those unfathomable “women’s body language” glances, then back at Derek, she lifted her hand and placed it in his. “Nice to meet you … Derek.”

It was several moments before anyone spoke, Derek finally inquiring about her father. But within a few minutes he and Peter had joined them and if the rest of the crowd in the clubhouse room didn’t realize it then, they would in the weeks to come, that this was a dream couple that was meant to be. They fit so well together; they could talk together for hours; she had a way of making him laugh uncontrollably; he had a way of making her feel like the most important person in a room full of high-ranking politicians and primo celebrities. They went everywhere, shows and concerts, charity fundraisers and high society soirees. Their wedding was THE event of the year.

Derek looked over at Angela, who had turned her head toward the window watching the landscape float by well below them now. He loved her dearly, would do anything for her, yet he needed to feel the same in return. Maybe this time away from home and family would help him cut her loose from whatever was holding her back, help them temper the realities of forging a life together, and bring them closer together.

Angela had turned his hand loose and it rested on the curve of her upper thigh, his pinky still lying against the warmth of her sex. Derek loved touching her, feeling every subtle nuance of her beauty that always invoked a deep sensual response in him unlike that of any other before. He eased his hand closer to her, bringing a second and third finger to press against her. He was surprised and encouraged when she hummed softly and opened herself almost imperceptively to his touch.

“Oh, Sweetheart, are you sure …” she sighed leaving off in mid-sentence.

“I am always sure, Baby,” Derek said, leaning his head over toward her, nuzzling his face into her cascade of lightly perfumed blonde hair. His nose worked through the soft curls of her hair till he found her ear and he whispered. “I love you, Baby!”

His hand moved to cup the warm mound beneath her low-riser jeans, gently working up and down, probing and caressing the slit. She brushed her hair back from the side of her face, which gave him the chance to kiss her on the neck just below the ear. Her hips began to respond to his touch, rocking up and down slightly. Then the rattle of the refreshment cart broke their intimate moment.

“I think I need something cold and wet,” Derek said with a wink toward Angela.

“Like a shower?” she whispered into his ear.

“Let’s start with a bourbon on the rocks and we’ll take it from there.”

As soon as the attendant had poured and served their drinks, Derek’s hand found its way back to where it had been, emboldened by the cover of the snack trays.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Angelas’ mind drifted as she watched the clouds pass beneath the aircraft. So many things had happened to her in the last year. It seemed like only yesterday that she had met Derek. She wondered if he knew how he’d swept her off her feet. That first day, when he’d approached them at the club; she was sure that it was KiKi he was interested in, someone more sophisticated, more worldly, certainly more beautiful. She knew that her friend was interested too, still was in fact.

Just last week at the club, during their regular lunch date the conversation drifted to men, as it often did, and Dereks name had come up.

“Angela, are you listening? I’ve asked you the same question three times. Have you seen the new tennis pro at the club? He is simply yummy! You know, I’ve been thinking for some time that I should brush up on my game.” Libby St. Claire tittered behind her napkin at the idea of a private lesson with the handsome pro.

“Libby, you know Angela never looks at other men, why would she when she has a man like Derek at home? Besides, our little Angel would never stoop to screwing the hired help. Would you dahling?” Kimberly “KiKi” Washington asked in a shrewish tone. “Frankly, I’m not even sure she would give Derek a good fuck if he asked for it. They probably still do it in the missionary position and with all the lights off. Isn’t that right, Sweetness?”

Angela refused to rise to the baited barb of KiKis’ question. The truth hit too close to home to let her offer a flip reply. In her circle of friends one did not expose weakness of any sort; and failure to be sexually experienced enough to satisfy a spouse would certainly qualify as a weakness. With the current state of her relationship with Derek she couldn’t give anyone an advantage. Especially since KiKi had had her eyes on Derek and friendship or no, she would take him if she could.

The bourbon had created a delicious warmth and sense of comfort that drove away the unpleasant memory. She pushed the incident away, and turned to look at the handsome man beside her. Dereks hand still rested against her sex, but was no longer moving. He’d drifted into a light sleep not long after the attendant had served their second cocktail and a light snack. She lifted the armrest that separated them, pulled a light blanket over their laps, and snuggled close.

Dereks body felt so good to her. The slightest touch seemed to make her tingle, and the scent of his skin, even without cologne was so addictive that she often slept in one of his shirts if he had to be away over night. His body fascinated her, its hard planes and firm muscles were a never-ending source of delight; she could look at him for hours on end. She wondered if he knew that she watched him sleep, that she had memorized every line and scar on his handsome body. Even through his clothing, she could feel the heat of his skin, knew the exact way he would look if he were completely nude. She felt a stirring deep inside, the hint of a desire that was becoming more insistent by the day; a need for something she couldn’t yet define. As she sat against him, she let her hand slip beneath the blanket and fall gently to his lap. Angela tensed, fearing that she’d wake him but his breathing stayed slow and steady. Her touch was tentative, as soft and light as the wing of a bird; carefully she caressed his manhood through his trousers. A slight response was her reward, and also her undoing. She moved her hand away from his lap, and sighed softly with regret at her own timidity. Angela closed her eyes and wished for the millionth time that she was not so frightened of her feelings.

 

[Miltone]

Derek Lovett

Adrift … floating in the sky … astride the clouds … the deep azure blue of the sky a gorgeous canopy above … the warmth of the sun at their backs … the green and blue world below curving away … her gossamer gown flowing about her warm pink curves … his hand upon her, touching her, reaching for her, pulling her toward him … her dainty hand upon him, searching eagerly, grasping firmly, sending shivers through him … then a coolness … her hand is gone … she is gone … alone, he shakes his head …

What the? Wait! Derek realized that he had drifted asleep and found himself back inside the aircraft covered partially by a blanket, with Angela, his sweet Angel Baby, curled up beside him. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was slow and deep as if she had fallen asleep too. Damn! That’s what he gets for ordering bourbon so early in the day!

Though the images of his dream were fading fleetingly, he recalled the ethereal feeling of her hand upon him. Had she actually been touching him or was it entirely his dream? How he loved the feel of her touch upon him, her delicate hand with the long slim fingers never failed to excite him. Yet she hardly ever touched him, rarely treated him to delicious warming, massaging touches on his shoulders, back, or belly.

Derek had never noticed during their courtship, being a whirlwind sort of affair to begin with. They were the best of companions. They could sit and talk about everything into the wee hours. They could dine and dance with the best. They were equally at home with the patrons of the Art Institute’s Founder’s Society, the rakish members of the Bar Association, or the championship celebrations of his most successful clients.

But he couldn’t fathom how such a beautiful and desirable young woman could be so uninterested in physical pleasures. He tried every approach; soft and gentle had met with a lukewarm response at best, hard and aggressive was worse, a mix of the two seemed only to confuse her. There had been those rare occasions when she seemed to break loose, but the feeling never lasted and Derek often found himself, up late at night, standing at the bedroom window peering out at the moon, wondering, hoping, wishing, and waiting.

Reluctantly retrieving his hand from between her legs, he found her hand close to him, withdrawn toward her own lap. Taking it gently in his hand, Derek brought it over to him, placing it on his lap where his member began to snake down the leg of his slacks. Angela stirred slightly as he flattened her palm on his thigh and arranged her fingers so that they curled around him naturally. Just knowing that it was her hand made him tingle, even if accomplished by his own impulse.

Derek let his head tilt to the side feeling her soft blonde curls brush up against his cheek. As he leaned further toward her, he left her hand to rest upon him and slipped his own underneath the blanket until it reached her, his fingers finding the warm soft bare stretch of skin between the low rise of her jeans and the hem of her top. She had the clearest smoothest skin he had ever touched and he never tired of letting his hand glide over her, feeling every curve and nuance of her shape. He moved it lightly across her belly toward her hip and back, fingering the top seam of her jeans. When he reached the fly, he sent it down along the zipper until it rested again above the warm cleft of her sex.

Angela purred softly a sweet little hum as she stirred, shifting her head so that her cheek rested more fully on his shoulder. Perhaps it is my turn to enter her dream, Derek thought, an impish smile creasing his face. Fanning out his fingers, he rubbed his hand up and down along the fly of her jeans, savoring the subtle curve of her belly and how it blended so perfectly into her pussy and legs. Observing her from the corner of his eye, he paused his hand when it reached the top of her jeans, his forefinger locating the button. His thumb and forefinger toyed with it for a few moments before pushing it through the hole.

Derek froze when Angela’s body stiffened and she let out a stirring moan. But then her fingers curled slightly around his member and her body seemed to relax, her head moving slightly brushing her hair against his face. Slowly he pushed his hand down over her, tugging the zipper down until it reached the bottom and her jeans parted. Deftly his hand infiltrated that warm space, moving along her tender skin, flirting with the elastic of her little panties. Ah, silk today, he thought. I love those! I only wish I could see them! Instead he let his fingers do the looking for him, running back and forth over the lace edging along the top of the thin silk panel. He eased them down in a circular pattern until they reached her sex. He found an expected warmth there, but was not prepared for the moistness he felt. Her head shifted again.

“I’m not sleeping, Honey, you know,” Angela whispered drowsily, her blue eyes opening. “I haven’t been the whole time.” He knew she was very reticent and reserved about touching in public and began to remove his hand but she stopped him, trapping his hand between her thighs. “But today … I want you there … touching me,” she said softly, her voice reflecting the tenseness he felt in her body. He hoped it was the onset of arousal, still wasn’t sure enough to grow any expectations. Yet, beneath the blanket, her hand remained on him, moving lightly up and down along his thigh, slowly tracing the outline of his gradually awakening manhood, and her thighs parted, spreading open to admit his probing fingers.

“Hmm, and I love the way you touch me too,” Derek replied in a near whisper. He turned his head toward her, kissing her hair, her forehead, and her cheek.

 

[Lady_Kit]

The hand on her skin was hot, yet it brought chills of anticipation to her body. When he unbuttoned then unzipped her pants she felt herself tense. He stopped immediately, as always, considerate of her feelings and desires. Derek had been the most considerate of lovers since the first time he had touched her; never asking for more than she was willing to give; trying to patiently wait for her to become accustomed to the intimacy of marriage. She sometimes wondered if he was too patient, if perhaps it would have been better if he had been more demanding, more dominating. The problem was, she just didn’t know what he wanted, what to do, how to please him.

Their courtship had been the thing of fairy tales, and she had felt like the most beautiful woman in the world whenever Derek had been near her. The first time they had danced together at a charity ball for the Art Institute’s Founder’s Society she had felt as if they waltzed on clouds. They had been the center of attention as Derek had led her to the floor. They were the darlings of the season, and completely uncaring of the designation. That night, as on so many others, they had only had eyes for each other. Afterward, they had gone to Dereks home for drinks. He had lit a fire in the fireplace, and then tried to ignite the flames of passion in Angela.

The room was dim, and soft music was a perfect counterpoint to the crackling of the burning logs. Derek rained soft kisses on the exposed skin of her neck and shoulders. She’d felt the virginal stirrings of desire that had become more familiar of late. His mouth moved lower, kissing the soft spot near her collarbone, and and he'd gently pushed away the bodice of her silk evening gown. Her full breasts had fallen into his hands as if they were meant to be his, it was the first time a man had seen her so, and she’d immediately tried to cover herself.

“No, my Angel, you’re lovely.” Derek said, “If I had my way, you would always look like this, tousled and soft, surrounded by silk and illuminated by firelight.”

But she’d been frightened and ashamed of her passion, had insisted that Derek take her home. He had never pressed her for a reason, simply waited while she put herself right, and drove her home. Mother knew what she’d done, she always knew. She could still hear her mother telling her what a tramp she was turning into, how shameless it was that Angela would flaunt herself with Derek. Mother had never approved of Derek; Mother never really approved of anyone; especially Angela. Mother had told her over and over that she was wicked, that time would tell; Mother knew that someday she would have to bear the shame of a daughter who was wanton. Who let men touch her “down there” and showed her body to anyone who would look. It wasn’t true, Angela had insisted, but Mother never listened.

Now, flying above the clouds, she tried to relax, to close her mind to the words of her mother. She shut her eyes and only felt, only experienced. She concentrated on the touch of Dereks hand against her silk panties; the fabric was such a thin barrier between his skin and her sex. It felt so good, he pressed steadily, moving ever downward, fianlly cupping his hand around her mound and trapping his fingers between the seam of her jeans and her tight, moist slit. Unconsciously, her hand began to move on his shaft stroking him gently, feeling the length of him through his trousers. He inhaled sharply, unused to this kind of response. She seldom touched him and never initiated sex. Now, she thought only of the way his breathing quickened, the way his body responded to her. She felt her own body growing more heated, she pressed against his hand, moving slightly; her breath caught in her throat; it was so wicked, so forbidden, so, so good.

Yes, Derek, yes…

She whispered to him, encouraging him, letting him know that it was what she wanted too. It was so right…

 

[Miltone]

Derek Lovett

His hand felt welcomed between her legs and that only spurred on his desire. Yet as his fingers lovingly stroked the cleft of her sex through the thin silk of her panties, he realized that it was only the blanket and mostly empty first class cabin that kept them from being discovered. But he loved her desperately; he had since their first hours together at the club, since their first dates, since the moment of their engagement. He had denied his feelings at first, foolishly believing that admitting them would somehow spoil what had become the most rewarding relationship he had ever known. She was smart and educated, funny and loved life. The fact that she was a pure natural unassuming beauty seemed to matter to his friends more than to him.

“Damn, Lovett! She’s fucking gorgeous!” had said Paulie, his oldest friend from the old neighborhood. “You always had an eye for babes, but this one tops them all!”

No one had ever looked at him and made him feel loved and desired like Angela. Not his first wife, not any of those before her or the few who had come after. And on their wedding day, when he had stood at the head of the aisle in the Cathedral with Peter, Gary, Paulie and the rest, and saw Angela appear at the back of the sanctuary, a vision of ethereal beauty and grace in a shimmering white gown, he could scarcely control the emotions swelling up inside him. She meant everything to him and he knew at that moment that he would devote the rest of his life to her.

Yet their wedding night was a learning experience at best. Charged up by the electric excitement of the day, he could hardly wait to escort her to their room, the Vista Suite, a penthouse on the top floor of the St. Moritz Hotel. He went the full nine yards, sweeping into the room by carrying her across the threshold, toasting her with the best champagne, sharing a warm intimate embrace on the balcony overlooking the twinkling lights of the city and Central Park. They moved inside and he began to help her undress, at first laughing at finding rice in the most unexpected places, then becoming totally awestruck at the sight of her creamy, dreamy skin, the perfect confluence of curves and lines in her figure, the aphrodisiac scent and taste of her body.

Derek had noticed that she seemed uncomfortable with her body, she always had been, no matter how glowing and genuine were his complements, or gentle and loving was his approach. That night was no different. They did make love, though haltingly, and in long slow stages of discovery. Long after Angela had fallen asleep, Derek had laid besides her trying to understand how mere hours before his life had seemed so perfect and now it had become something less. Why? And what could he do to change things? As he watched her sleeping, he drew his hand lightly over her naked sleeping form, worshipping the curves, the warmth, and the beauty of this woman. He silently pledged that he would do whatever it took to make this part of their life together match up with everything else.

And now a couple of years later, they were on board a flight to the Caribbean, miles from home, maybe miles from whatever had been holding Angela back. Perhaps when they slipped up into the sky, they slipped free of her restraints and can now begin to build their new life together. Or so Derek thought as he felt her respond to his touch, just as he was to hers.

“Mmm, Baby,” he whispered. “My Angel Baby.”

His hand cupped over her mound, his middle finger moving against her, into her despite the thin silk separating them. He drew his hand up from her sex, the backside gliding over the skin of her abdomen, up underneath her top, until his fingers brushed against the firm lower curve of her breast. Through the thin fabric of her bra, Derek could feel the fullness, the luscious curves that he had made love to several times, hoping to break through and let her passion spill forth. As his fingertip grazed over her nipple, he felt it stiffed and harden with his touch.

“Yes, Derek, yes …” she sighed softly, her hand gripping his firm member more completely.

He let his hand drift back downward, easing down over her bare belly until it reached her panties. Pressing against her, he slipped his fingers underneath and down over the smooth folds of her pussy. Angela gasped when he brushed over her clit. For a moment her thighs tensed up, her knees seeking to come together. Derek thought of stopping, but when she relaxed, he sent his hand down farther until her moist folds were well within his grasp.

“Oh, Derek … oh,” Angela shivered as his boldest finger probed her wetness, finding the tight warm opening. “Now? Here?”

“Mmm,” he moaned as her hand tightened around his cock. “Yes, now … but not here.”

Angela picked her head up from his shoulder looking at him closely. His eyes had been watching the first class rest room door. A heavyset businessman had entered a minute or two before. Derek glanced around the cabin. There were only two other passengers and they seemed otherwise occupied. He withdrew his hand from her pussy and tried to fasten the button on her jeans.

“Derek … what?” she asked.

When the restroom door opened, the man exited and returned to his seat. “Go to the bathroom but don’t lock the door,” Derek said his voice just above a whisper.

“What?”

“Go now. I’ll join you.”

Angela looked at him quizzically, but said nothing. Their eyes met for a moment. He waved his hand in the direction of the restroom and mouthed the word “Go.” After securing her jeans, she slipped from under the blanket. Derek couldn’t resist observing the fine curve of her ass as she passed in front of him and out into the aisle. And the sway of her ass up the aisle in the snug low-rise jeans was a sight of perfection and only served to arouse him further. She looked back at him once before trying the restroom door, a complex look he thought was mixed with fear, arousal, anticipation, desire, and anxiety and some other unfathomable emotions. Then the door opened and she disappeared inside. Looking around casually, he waited a moment then walked up the aisle, his pulse racing madly, thankful for having worn a loose fitting pair of slacks. He wasted no time turning the door handle and pushing the door open enough to slip inside.

 

[Lady_Kit]

She turned to the mirror, trying to see her face in the dim light cast by the emergency bulb. At first, she wondered about the darkness, then remembered that to activate the overhead light one must lock the door; which Derek had instructed her not to do.

Even without adequate lighting, Angela was sure she could detect a rosy glow in her cheeks; she could clearly see the hard buds of her nipples where they pressed against her thin top and light bra. New lingerie rested beneath her clothing today, sexy bits of lace and silk that accented her body instead of hiding it was her custom, and she wondered if Derek would like it. The semi-transparent silk bra and low-rise thong panties were purchased specifically for this trip. When she’d tried on them on in the La Perla boutique, she’d been surprised at the effect. She didn’t know what caused it, but the effect of the cut, color and fabric seemed to make her breasts look fuller, the nipples darker; she’d been so pleased with the effect, that she’d bought several more pieces in a variety of colors, styles and fabric. She had gone a bit wild with her shopping and added several new things to her wardrobe, including a half-dozen tiny bikinis and a few daring cocktail dresses. The new wardrobe was part of the new Angela, or at least the modified one. The one that would follow her loving husbands lead, and fulfill the part of her marriage vows that said “love, honor & obey.”

Angela had no idea what Derek had had in mind when he’d sent her into he restroom. Well, she could guess at part of it, but her limited experience refused to speculate too far. The one thing she did know was that for once, she was more excited than frightened, and her sex still tingled where his hand had been stroking her. She backed up against the counter, making as much space as she could as the door opened to admit her husband.

 

[Miltone]

Derek Lovett

Derek squeezed inside the restroom, pressing Angela back against the sink counter until the door was closed. When he snapped the lock shut, the overhead light flicked on and he could see Angela, his Angel Baby, leaning back. Her face was awash with questions, her cheeks flushed, her mouth open, her chest heaving with each breath. Immediately his hands went to her face, cradling her cheeks in his tender grasp. He leaned into a kiss, a warm lingering wet kiss, his tongue probing quickly into her mouth, finding her tongue and inviting it to dance with him. For a moment, Angela remained leaning back against the counter, receiving his advance, surrendering to him. But when his hands moved down over her body to take hold of her hips, she brought her hands up to his shoulders, pulling herself into his embrace.

“You know that I love you, Angel?” Derek said, his voice flooded with a passionate urgency.

“Yes, Honey, yes.”

“And you know that I’d never do anything to hurt you,” he whispered as his kisses trailed over her cheek toward her ear.

“Oh, yes, Derek … yes!”

“And you know that I want you … as only a man can want a woman,” he whispered. He felt her body tremble within his embrace. He dragged his tongue up along the side of her neck, tasting her light perfume mixed with her own luscious flavor. When his tongue flitted near her ear, she leaned away from him for a moment, her whole body shivering. Derek almost decided to take his mouth away, but Angela tilted her head back, offering her ear to him, letting out a soft moan.

“Yes, Honey. And I … I … I want you … too!”

In the snug space available in the cramped restroom, Derek spun her around, placing one arm around her chest barely touching the lower curves of her breasts and the other down around her waist where his hand rested on the side of her hip. He pulled her backside against him, crushing his hips against the firm curves of her ass and burying his face in the plush of her hair.

“Angel, oh my Angel Baby,” he whispered into her ear. “I want to make love to you.”

Her head tilted forward; she placed her hands on top of his, her fingers weaving into his. Derek began to move his hands over her body, the one hand up to touch each breast in turn, the other to glide back and forth over her bare midriff before plunging down between her legs. He glanced at their reflection in the mirror, his dark intense eyes open wide, his hands exploring her body intimately, her hands going along for the ride. Her face was flushed, her mouth open drawing hot shallow breaths, her eyes closed tightly.

“Look at us, Angel,” Derek whispered. “Open your eyes and look at us. See what I’m doing.” Her lovely blue eyes popped open for a moment then closed again. “Baby, open your eyes and see how I am loving you, loving the feel of your beautiful body, loving the feeling of lust and desire that you stir up inside me. Look at us!” His voice was still a whisper but it came with such force that she opened her eyes and kept them open. “Now watch, Baby. You are my Baby, my Angel Baby.”

While Angela looked on, Derek brought his lower hand up, pushing up the bottom of her thin striped top revealing her abdomen. Her hands eased down onto his forearms, feeling the strength by which he moved over her. Both of his hands now pushed her top up over her breasts so that the lush curves of her breasts, cradled in the tiny silken and lace bra were showing. Her taut nipples were plainly visible through the sleek fabric. He cupped her breasts with his palms, his fingers rising up to tease her nipples.

“Look at me touch you, Angel,” he whispered, his warm breath was still passing close to her cheek, his hips still pressing hard against her ass. “Feel how excited I am to see you in such a sexy little bra. Feel how warm my hands are as they touch you. See how aroused you are.”

Derek felt her lean back against him, her eyes wide, watching the movement of his hands. His fingertips traced back and forth over the upper lace edging of her bra, dancing lightly over her soft tender skin, feeling the press of her nipples now into his palms. Hooking his fingers around the lace edging, he pulled the cups down and away from her breasts, unveiling the fullness of her breasts. Derek watched as her eyes flickered closed.

“Look at yourself, Angel,” he implored and her eyes opened again. “Look at how beautiful and sexy you are.” He pulled her top up farther and she instinctively raised her arms so that he could pull it off over her head. His hands quickly went to the dainty straps and pulled them down over each shoulder baring her breasts completely. His fingers floated in gentle circles around the tender and soft skin of her bosom. “Oh, Angel Baby, you are so beautiful and desirable! I want you … I want you now!”

His hands moved down over her body to her jeans, quickly unfastening the button and tugging the zipper down. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband, Derek pushed them down from her hips till they fell to her knees, the sensuous flair of her hips now clearly visible. His hands rose eagerly to her belly resting just above the sheer silk and lace panty, so small that it barely covered the mound of her sex. He couldn’t remember ever seeing her in such a sexy little ensemble and this view of his wife, his Angel Baby, enflamed his passion and desire for her. He thrust his hands down inside the panty, cupping her pussy with both hands, pulling her back against him.

“Look at the way I’m touching you, Angel,” he whispered, his voice growing hoarse with lust. “Feel how excited I am to be here with you.”

Derek felt her body begin to move, a slow undulating motion that snaked up from her feet to her shoulders and back down. Her hands, which had been resting on the counter, now moved to her thong, grasping the thin band of elastic and began to pull it down, down past her hips, down along her thighs to where it joined her pants near her knees. Derek pulled his hand up and away from her pussy, the soft downy blonde fur so light and faint that it was barely visible.

“See how beautiful you are, Angel?” Derek growled. He nuzzled his face into her neck, kissing the soft skin, nibbling at her flesh.

“Derek … Derek … I …”

 

[Lady_Kit]

…I want you too, I love the way you make me feel. The way if feels when we’re together. I just…I…don’t know what to do, how to act. Until you I never…I mean, I didn’t….Oh, please My Love, please teach me, show me….Please?

Angela pressed her body against Derek, begging him to take her, begging him to show her how to break free, to enjoy their sex. She could feel his hardening cock pushing against the fabric of his trousers; rubbing against the soft cheeks of her ass, telling her wordlessly how much he desired her. She looked at their reflection in the mirror, it was almost as if she saw someone else, some other woman standing there being stroked and caressed by the strong hands of the man. The slight detachment Angela felt from the woman in the mirror seemed to allow her to slip the bonds of her fears. Her mind watched, her body experienced, and in this way, she was free to enjoy.

The image in the mirror was highly erotic to Angela. The woman, nude but for the tiny bit of silk that still rested beneath the full breasts; a willing object of the mans lust. The man still clothed, enjoying the freedom to let his strong tanned hands roam without restraint; lightly pinching the already hard nipples, pulling them gently until the woman moaned softly. Touching the woman in ways that he would never have touched his meek and sheltered wife.

Dereks mouth nibbled at her ear and Angela sighed with pleasure.

“Yes, Baby, I’ll show you. We’ll learn together, starting here and now. Watch them, watch the people in the mirror, see how he wants her? Look at the way he touches her. She loves it doesn’t she Angel? She wants him to touch her; needs it; craves it. Doesn’t she? She loves to feel his hands on her body, it makes her hot and excited.”

Angelas body was on fire as she watched their reflection. Dereks hands moved over her body, first softly, tentatively, giving her time to change her mind; but she didn’t move to stop him. The woman in the mirror wanted to be touched, wanted to be taken.

Oh, God yes, she loves his touch. It makes her burn and ache. He mustn’t stop, she’ll die if he stops.

Derek moved one hand, and Angela felt it slide between her back and his waist; felt the cool metal of his belt buckle against her heated skin; heard the rasp of his zipper. Derek trousers slid to the floor to lay crumpled around his ankles. The hand at her back pressed her forward until her hands supported her bent body on either side of the sink. Angela concentrated on the mirror, putting all her fears from her as she watched the events unfold. The woman in the mirror understood and she smiled.

Angela kept her eyes wide open as the man in the mirror continued to stroke the woman. His hands were everywhere; squeezing the lush breasts that hung down from her chest, the nipples occasionally touching the cold metal counter top. One hand was between her legs, cupping her mound and probing the pink lips of her pussy with his long fingers. He rained kisses on her back, murmuring endearments against her skin, telling the mirror woman of her beauty, of the perfection of her breasts, her ass, her sweet pussy. She could see the mans cock behind the mirror woman; it stood straight and tall, its length allowing the darkened head to rise above the curve of her ass. She pushed back against him, feeling the hard shaft press against her from clit to her tight virgin anus. He moved up and down, coating his cock with the womans juice.

Both of his tanned hands moved between her legs and he spread her as wide as the band of denim around her lower legs would allow. His fingers opened the lips of her cunt and he moaned when he felt the wetness there.

“Oh, Angel, you do want this, just as much as I do…”

Angela could do little more than urge him on with soft whispers and pleas for him not to stop, willing him to continue, to help her break free.

The head of his cock pushed between the spread lips of her cunt, holding place, teasing the tight opening, but not entering the hot tunnel that ached with her need for release. Derek leaned forward until their bodies touched from pelvis to shoulder. He wrapped her in his arms, pulled her against his body and raised them both vertical. She could see his cock as it disappeared between the lips of her pussy. He looked over her shoulder, and met the eyes of the woman in the mirror.

“Tell me what you want. Say it, show me, Angel.”

Hardly knowing what she did, understanding only that she must have him inside her, Angela pushed against the head of his cock, pressed down until the fat bulb of flesh popped into cunt. Derek shuddered as the top of his dick was engulfed. Angela thought that it had never felt so good, and her body trembled at the sensation. More, she must have more of him, her body craved his; and she braced her hands against the counter and pressed, taking him slowly inside her hot hole. She moved steadily until she had the full length of him, could feel him deep within her pussy.

Dereks face in the mirror was a mask of concentration as he fought to control the urge to move. He held perfectly still, letting Angela swallow his erection at her own pace, but his control was nearly at an end. She wiggled her ass against his belly as if assuring herself that she had all of his cock, then she smiled at him in the mirror. This wanton creature, who was and wasn’t his Angel, his Baby.

Fuck me Derek, please, fuck me now!

 

[Miltone]

Derek Lovett

Derek couldn’t believe the words that were coming from Angela’s lips. It had always been a great puzzle to him, how this woman, smart and sophisticated, witty and charming, could have stumbled so when it came to sex. They had talked about everything, history, politics, the arts, entertainment, naughty gossip and esoteric philosophy, but never sex. She had gone to college in the 90’s for Christ’s sake. He had thought her to be a little virginal certainly, but at least a bit experienced with her boyfriends from her high school years and beyond. But maybe that was it; maybe she simply had not done anything and didn’t know what to do or what she wanted. At least to this point.

As Derek looked at her reflection in the mirror and felt the sudden urgency that was growing with each movement of her luscious body, he was overcome with an increased desire for her. With his arms wrapped firmly around her, their bodies melded together, she had impaled herself on his throbbing cock, taking all of him inside her with a passion he had never felt before from her. And as she spoke, her lovely voice growing deep and husky, she asked for him, begged for him to take her.

“Oh, yes, Angel,” he whispered in between the little kisses he was planting on her shoulders. “I will fuck you … I will fuck my sweet Angel Baby!” Derek rocked his hips back, drawing his long hard cock back from her nearly so that the head popped free of the damp lips of her pussy. The awesome sensation of her clenching around him so tightly sent shivers up and down his spine. His breath was coming hot and fast. She raised her head up and they exchanged a look in the mirror. He could see the glowing desire in her eyes, the earnest pleading, and the yearning need for him. As he began to speak, he slowly eased his cock inside her and back out with each phrase, all while his hands were caressing her back, her shoulders, her waist and hips. “I’m going … to take your body … and show you … how much … I love you … how much … I need you … how beautiful … and desirable … you are.”

He could not control his movements any longer and submitted to the power of his own passion. And they began to move together as if one conjoined organism with a single goal in mind. Angela began to moan, not the whispery weak little gasp Derek had been accustomed to, but a throaty womanly voice, not just pleading but demanding his love. With each thrust his touches on her undulating body became more firm, his kisses on her neck and shoulders more passionate, and, though his voice was barely above a whisper, his words more profane as he spoke into her ear.

“Oh, I love to fuck you Angela! Feel my hard cock deep in your pussy! Your pussy feels so good to my big hard cock!”

The pleasure was growing with every moment of their lovemaking, harder and faster, their bodies growing hotter, his belly slapping at the lush curves of her ass, her body pushing back upon him firmly, urging him on. After all of the months of infrequency, he knew that he was near. Derek reached his fingers around and moved them down over her belly, through the light downy patch of fur just above her pussy. He sought out her clit, the hard little nub now protruding from its hood, and when he touched near it, he thought she would leap from his grasp. She tossed her head back, throwing her blonde mane over her shoulders. He could see her looking at him intently in the mirror, watching his every move, feeding off his every touch. And as he began to rub her clit, her words began to spill out. And with her words and the trembling pressure from her body, she brought Derek to his thundering climax, just as his hand and his cock were bringing Angela to hers.

 

[Lady_Kit]

oh god, oh god, oh god...oh oh oh oh Deerekkkk!!! OH OH OH!! Feels so good, feels soooo good....don't stop oh please don't stop...[size=small]ohhhhh[/size][size=large]hhhhhhh[/size][size=huge]hhhh.....[/size]

Angela felt the wave of her first orgasm fast approaching, but scarcely knew what was happening. Never in her limited experience had sex been this good, never had Derek made her feel the overwhelming need to scream and thrash about as he used her pussy. No, he wasn’t using her, she was using him. Using his body for her own satisfaction, and god, it was satisfying!

She pressed her ass against him, trying to deepen the contact, trying to take more of him with every stroke. When his hand began to stroke her clit, a thing she had never encouraged she felt the touch like an electrical current that radiated from her sex through her entire body.

Derek spoke, no growled as he fucked her, saying things he’d never said before, and seeming to grow more excited with every word. She’d never known, never suspected that he was not fully sated by their sex, but now, it seemed that there was a new depth to his passion, and new urgency to his thrusts.

She flung her head back, letting her hair whip against him, and braced her hands on the restroom vanity.

Yes, My Love, yes, yes yes,…..Take me, please…..take me Derek I’m yours…

Unbelievably his already hard and thick cock swelled even further, and his stroke increased in depth and speed. His voice was now as incoherent as hers and she could do nothing but moan and gasp as he moved. She watched him in the mirror, loving the fierce concentration on his face, then the look of pure bliss as he began to cum inside her. By then she could watch no longer and squeezed her eyes closed as her own orgasm took her. Her body contracted around his cock, and muscles that she hadn’t even known she possessed gripped him as they both shuddered with their release.

Angela leaned forward over the sink, collapsed really, her legs were like jelly, and she was sure that she’d never be able to stand on her own again. She stood there, her face hidden by the long fall of blonde hair, and began to giggle, then laugh. It was as if a gate had opened within her and the happiness of the moment could not be contained. She tried to be quiet about it, and heard herself sputter and gasp with the effort. My god, she thought, Derek will be sure I’ve lost it.

“Angel…Baby…I’m sorry, I got carried away. Did I hurt you? Oh God, you aren’t frightened are you? Angel, sweetie, please talk to me…Angel?”

Dereks voice finally penetrated her rather foggy mind, and Angel heard not only concern but something that sounded suspiciously like fear. Her Derek, afraid? It couldn’t be. He was fearless. She raised her face and saw the look of anguished concern and realized that he must have thought she’d been crying. She grinned broadly, wiggled her hips against him.

So, do you think anyone heard us?

His look of stunned surprise seemed incredibly funny and she began laughing helplessly before he could reply.

 

[Miltone]

Derek Lovett

Her joyful laugh, her gorgeous body shaking, her luscious ass wiggling against his hips as his spent cock still lay buried deep inside her, brought a flood of emotions to Derek’s mind. He had never seen Angela like this, had never felt her respond to his touch or lovemaking with such intensity and desire. It had only been a passing inspiration to take her like this in the restroom a mile high. Now, after a few years of courtship and marriage, he felt as if he and Angela were at the threshold of a passage through to a new way of life, one that he may not be able to control. And he felt unsure, not frightened exactly, but certainly not in the assured control he had been. Yet the prospect excited him for he loved feeling her like this, seeing her like this, and he wanted more. Just how far was he willing to take his sweet Angel Baby?

“I don’t know, Baby,” Derek chuckled as he leaned forward and began kissing her shoulder. As his arms were still about her, he brought his hands up over her body to cup her breasts. In the height of their lovemaking, he had peeled away her sexy little bra and now felt her body fill his hands completely. Angela stood up fully, leaning back against him, her hands coming to rest lightly on his as he touched her, his palms cupping the lush flesh of her breasts, his fingers fanning upward to tease the dark rosy nipples. “Someone must have heard something, Baby.” His lips and teeth nibbled at her ear.

As he looked at her in the mirror, he noticed a rosy blush to her face, a warm womanly smile, and a glowing look in her eyes that he had not seen before. It was a look that told him she had finally taken a glimpse of the fine pleasure that could be had between a man and a woman, and that she wanted more too. There was also a look of acceptance in her eyes as she glanced down at his hands moving lightly over her body; an acceptance of her body, her sexuality, and her self that had not been there before and allowed them to remain for several minutes, still locked intimately together, the gentle jostling movement of the plane making them keep their grip on each other tight.

“We shouldn’t hog the restroom, Angel,” Derek said, finally breaking the spell. “Perhaps I should go first.”

In the minimal space allowed by the cramped restroom he backed away from Angela and pulled up his trousers while she primped at her hair. She began to pull at her clothes and moved to give him room toward the door. “I love you, Baby,” Derek said, taking her chin in his hands and tilting her face toward his for a warm wet kiss. Unlocking the door, he slipped out into the cool air in the aisle. A quick look around found no anxious or amused faces peering in his direction. He had returned to his seat when the captain announced that they were beginning their initial descent toward landing. With a self-satisfied smile, he leaned back and closed his eyes, wondering which Angela would return to him, the lovely but timid girl who had gone inside or the sexy aware woman he had just left.

 

[Lady_Kit]

The closing of the door behind Derek was like a splash of cold water to Angelas heated senses. She pressed her hands to her flushed cheeks and looked carefully at the stranger in the mirror. Who was this wanton creature? The face was her own, but the behavior, that was certainly not her. What must her husband think of her? What if someone heard? She briefly considered hiding in the restroom for the rest of the flight, then heard the captain announcing their decent.

Realizing that she couldn’t hide here while they landed, she put her clothing back in place, but it was almost as if it no longer fit properly. The lace of her panties created a pleasant, but at the moment unwelcome, friction where it rubbed against her well-used pussy and her low-slung jeans pressed the point by keeping the fabric tight against her mound. When she smoothed her bra back into place she was dismayed to discover that her nipples were unusually hard and protruding, and were not in the least hidden beneath her snug top. Angela did the best she could to finger comb her hair, but it seemed suddenly to have gone wild. No matter what she did, she couldn’t seem to restore any order to her appearance.

Just as mother said, that kind of behavior showed on a woman. She couldn't help but smile, if only for a moment, at the memory. It had been wonderful, better than sex had ever been. Right at the end, when she came, it was like she had never been alive until that moment. The giddy feeling of joy was still burried inside her, and she hoped that somehow she and Derek would be able to find it again. She hoped that Derek would still want her, that he wouldn't be sorry that she had behaved with such abandon. The idea of his displeasure brought her back to the moment, and she tentatively reached for the door latch.

She took a deep breath before she slowly opened the door to the cabin. Derek was seated, eyes closed and wearing a slight smile. The only other first class passenger seemed to be sleeping. Angela sighed in relief and scurried back to her seat. She slipped past Derek and bucked herself in, all without a word to her husband. Honestly, she wasn’t sure what to say. A different woman had returned to the seat that the inexperienced Angela had so recently vacated and she had no idea what to expect next.

 

[Miltone]

It wasn’t until Derek felt a rush of air along the aisle near him that his eyes opened, and on that rush of air came the scent of Angela. Usually light and sweet and feminine but now mixed with the undeniable scent of recent sex. He smiled at the warm memory of what had happened just a few minutes before, and tucked his long legs to the side so that she could fit past to her seat. There was flushed glow about her, her long blonde hair nicely tousled about her shoulders, and as she settled into her seat there were undeniable traces of her arousal. He reached over to take her chin in his hand and turn her face toward him.

“Hey, Baby … missed you,” he said softly, leaning over to kiss her surprised lips. There was a look of hesitance in her soft blue eyes. Derek leaned further into her, brushing his lips more firmly against hers. At first her reaction was stiff but as his lips rubbed back and forth on hers, he felt her neck relax and her mouth respond. When his tongue passed through his lips and hers to search for her tongue, Angela moaned softly. “Are you okay, Baby?”

“Yes … I’m all right,” Angela replied.

“That was pretty unbelievable in there,” Derek continued, his lips still brushing against hers in between his words. “And you were fantastic, Lover. I hope that’s a sign of more to come.”

The plane began to turn and noticeably descend at a steeper angle. Derek withdrew his hand from her face and dragged it over her breast, her nipples still rock hard and protruding into her snug striped top. She looked so beautiful, still so innocent, yet so … so … so freshly fucked, he thought to himself. She flashed a faint shy smile as if she was reading his mind. He took her hand in his and held it for the rest of the flight, surprised by how tightly she held onto him.

The afternoon was bright and warm as they landed and debarked. Weather reports were telling of a cold front moving in, but that mattered little to Angel and Derek as they rode toward the marina where The Cormorant was docked. They were together and by morning would be on their way out to sea. They held hands during the cab ride and Derek twice pulled her toward him for a kiss.

“Honeyyy,” Angela protested when his tongue sought out hers. She shot a look at the driver.

“What? I can’t kiss my wife?” Derek laughed. “The prettiest woman in Miami!” Derek saw the silent driver smiling in the rearview mirror. “What? What? What?”

With each word he reached his hands over and tried to tickle Angela under her arms. She giggled and leaned away from him, folding her arms across her chest, trying to keep her sensitive breasts from his touch. Derek pursued her, backing her into the corner of the cab, eventually pulling her arms away and holding her wrists to her sides, as his lips planted kiss after warm wet kiss upon her lips and cheek and neck, his chest rubbing against her body. Soon her giggling struggle was replaced with a passionate response; her lips pressed against his, parting and sucking at his proffered tongue, drawing it into her mouth, and her body moved against him.

“Scuse me,” called out the smiling driver, who had pulled the cab to a stop. “We are here at Biscayne Yacht Club.”

With an embarrassed smile they exited the cab and arranged to have their luggage unloaded and taken to the dock. They breezed through the club, though Angela did stop for a few to say hello to an old friend and introduce her to Derek. They made their way out along the snaking path that lead them toward The Cormorant. Derek was sure he would recognize it, having seen a couple of photos.

“This must be it, eh?” he said gesturing toward a beautiful Hatteras 75 Sport Deck.

“No silly, keep going.” The farther along they went the more free spirited Angela seemed to become. They were out among the large craft now, the light breeze playing with them and the sound of the gulls calling to them. “Here we are.”

They stood beside a long sleek white yacht, much longer than Derek expected.

“You sure?” he asked. “Unless they changed the dimensions of a foot lately, I’d say this is at least 90 feet!”

“It is, Honey,” Angela laughed. “Daddy just likes to say it’s smaller, you know his old-fashioned streak of modesty.”

They walked up the gangplank and were greeted by a sharp tanned man wearing the proverbial captain’s hat.

“How are you, Angela?” he said taking her hands and kissing her on the cheek like the old family friend he was. “You look terrific!”

“I’m doing great, Chris,” she said. “This is my husband, Derek!”

“Nice to meet you,” the two men said almost in unison, then laughed together.

“So do I salute or call you Captain or what?” Derek said with a chuckle as they shook hands.

“Welcome aboard,” Chris said. “Chris is okay. Just Tommy, our cook and deck hand, calls me Captain. So are you expecting any company or is it just going to be the two of you? We went ahead and made up the guest quarters, just in case.”

“No, just us,” Angela replied. “Sort of a second honeymoon.” Her cheeks blushed and her face lowered modestly.

“We’ll make sure that you have enough privacy then,” Chris replied. “So why don’t you let me show you around so you can find everything and settle in?” Chris led them through the main deck, showing off the indoor sitting room, and the outdoor deck, then up to the pilothouse and fly bridge. “This is my office,” he chuckled. Derek looked around the L-shaped lounge with a table, a chart table and desk, and steps leading to the flybridge. He was impressed by how spotless everything was; the bleached teak and brass fixtures were polished impressively. The appointments matched the elegance of those in their home back in Chicago. Climbing back down Chris lead them through the galley and adjacent intimate dining room. The galley was fully equipped with high-end appliances and generous counter space. He finally showed them down below to the foyer just outside the cabins.

“There’s two guest staterooms on this side and the main stateroom over here,” Chris said indicating the cabins. “This is probably the first time you’ll be staying on this side, isn’t it Angel?”

“Yes,” she said with a smile, since the main stateroom had always been reserved for her parents every other trip she had taken.

“Your cabin includes a king-size bed,” Chris went on as he led them inside their stateroom. “Port and starboard walk-in closets, and a double arrangement head compartment with whirlpool tub.” Chris detailed. “Tommy and I will bring your bags down when they drop them off. And remember that our quarters are aft in case you ever need to find us.”

“Thanks, Chris,” Angela said as he nodded and left hem alone. “So what do you think?”

“I think we should have taken your Father up on his offer a long time ago,” Derek said as he peered outside through the blinds. “This is gorgeous!” Derek took her into his arms. “I’m glad we’re here, Angel.” She slipped her arms up around his shoulders and they kissed. “So what would you like to do while we wait? A late lunch or perhaps something else?”

 

[Lady_Kit]

mmmm….I don’t know, Tommy is a great cook, and I did work up quite an appetite during the in-flight entertainment.

Angela pressed against Derek and nibbled hesitantly at his ear as she spoke. Her manner was playful, but unskilled, and she suffered the same insecurity she always felt at moments like these, when she wondered how she must compare to Dereks past lovers. Her lack of sexual experience was a constant source of embarrassment to Angela and she often thought that Derek must feel as frustrated by her innocence as she did.

One area in which she felt more confident was in being a hostess and she had used all her skills to make sure that their first days on the yacht were perfect. She had called Tommy before they left home that morning and asked him to prepare something special for dinner, but had given him free reign in his preparations for lunch; she had no doubt he would have something special to satisfy the travelers. Her plan had been to change into one of the tiny bikinis that lay in her suitcase and lure Derek onto the deck for some sunshine and relaxation. Suddenly, food was the last thing on her mind; her hunger was all focused on her handsome husband. She still wanted out of her clothes, but relaxation was far from her thoughts.

Derek drew her closer into his warm embrace and let one hand drift down to squeeze her ass. He pulled her tight against his pelvis, letting her feel his growing erection. She moaned softly against his throat and felt her body respond to the hardness she felt. Without thinking she moved her mouth to his, offing a kiss that was more passion than technique, but elicited a deep growl from Derek nevertheless. Angela raised up on her toes, rubbing her tits against his chest and with her hip creating friction against his cock where it stretched down the leg of his trousers. Her enthusiasm toppled them onto the large bed; Derek laded with a grunt but kept his arms tightly wrapped around his beautiful wife.

Angela felt nearly frantic to touch Dereks skin and she tugged at the hem of his shirt until it was loose of his pants. She impatiently pushed it out of her way and slid her hands beneath the fabric. Her tiny hands were soft against his skin, but she let her manicured nails scratch over the flesh of his body as she touched him. She was like a kitten, soft and slightly wild, not understanding what she wanted, or what she could do, just following her instincts. She kissed him deeply, softly, over and over, not thinking only doing.

I want you Derek, I want you so much I ache with it, but I don’t know what to do. Don’t know how to please you. I…I want it to be good between us, the way it was this morning. God, it was so wonderful, I’ve never felt like that; I want more Derek, more like that. Help me, teach me…show me how.

Derek took her face between his hands and looked into her clear blue eyes. He saw the need there, the desire and the fear of failure. He also saw the girl that in many way she still was and the woman that she could become; the woman that they had both glimpsed in the tiny bathroom on the airplane.

 

[Miltone]

As he held her face in his hands, Derek could see the need in Angela’s eyes, the desire for him and a whole raft of fears; he saw the girl that she still was and the woman that she was becoming; the girl who had boarded the plane and the woman who had debarked. He had never felt so much love for her before, a keen honest desire to see her fulfilled as a woman. He wanted to see her “become” for he knew that he could then only love her more.

“You know, Baby,” Derek said in a hoarse whisper, “I want you to learn and I want to teach you everything that I can.” Her large blue eyes were hanging on his every word, her face was so open to him as he cradled it, that he knew she would go wherever he would lead. “And I know that you want to please me and I will show you how. But first … first you have to know how to please yourself.”

“What do you mean?” Angela asked.

“I mean that you need to know what you want, what moves the world for you, before you can try to do the same for another.” Derek could see the fear rising in her eyes and tried to shoot it down. “You know that I love you so much and that I would never do anything to hurt you, right?”

“Yes,” she said softly.

“Then I want you to do as I say,” he went on. “I cannot walk these steps for you, but I can show you the way.”

“You know that I’d do anything for you, Derek … anything!”

“I do. But I want you to do this for yourself, okay?”

“All right,” Angela said softly, hesitantly.

Derek moved over to a chair away from the bed and sat. Angela remained by the bed perhaps feeling as awkward as she looked, fidgeting with her clothes, her eyes blinking, tossing her head back bravely.

“Now I want you to strip off your clothes … not for me … but for yourself,” Derek said slowly and deliberately. “I want you to touch yourself as you do, become familiar with every part of your body that you reveal. Look at it in the mirror, feel it with your hands.”

Derek could see her mind working through his words, hearing them crash against the obstacles in her psyche. He cared little about who or what had put up the roadblocks, only that she, Angela, his sweet Angel Baby, needed to tear them down. It had to come from her.

“But I … I … never …” Angela said.

“Do it Sweetheart,” he urged, his voice softly encouraging her. “Don’t look at me. Don’t think of me. Do it. Do it for yourself alone.”

She turned from him towards the mirror. Derek could see the look on her face in the reflection. Her arms crossed over her chest and her hands reached for the hem of her top. As she pulled the snug thin garment up, over her head and off in a very perfunctory manner, he stopped her with his words.

“I said strip, Angel, not just remove your clothes,” Derek said, his voice still soft and deep and encouraging. “Strip them off. Turn yourself on as you do.”

He watched intently as she stood before the mirror, her head tilting to the side for a moment as if in thought. She raised her hand to her face and stroked her cheek, then drew it down slowly over her neck and chest, letting her fingers trail through the luxurious valley between her breasts and down over the soft undulating flesh of her tummy until it reached the low waist of her jeans. He could see the dark shadows of her nipples grow erect underneath the thin silk of her bra, and as her hand slipped down over the denim covered mound of her sex, Derek thought he heard her gasp, drawing in deeply a quick hot breath. Her fingers toyed with the button that held them snug around her waist before popping it loose.

“That’s it, Baby,” he said. “Strip! Make yourself naked. Do it for yourself … do it for you!”

 

[Lady_Kit]

“That’s it, Baby,” he said. “Strip! Make yourself naked. Do it for yourself … do it for you!”

For myself? How do I do it for myself, Angela wondered. Her own pleasure had always been secondary to Dereks, she’d never given any thought to what excited her, because her only experienced came for the pleasures given by her husband. Now, she was to think of herself, and do it while she took off her clothes. No, stripped, was the word Derek used, and she recognized the difference.

She watched herself in the full-length mirror, and tried to see the woman from the airplane. That woman would know what to do, how to caress and tease her skin as she removed her clothing. Angela imagined Dereks hands on her skin thought of the ways that he touched her; the way his hand molded over her breasts when he stepped behind her as she dressed in the morning. He’s slip behind her and gently squeeze as his warm lips found the sensitive skin of her throat.

“You have beautiful tits, Baby,” he’d say. “It’s a pity that we can’t keep them bare all the time.”

Angela would blush and try to cover herself, embarrassed at the idea of anyone but Derek seeing her nude body. Now, the memory returned and her hands cupped her breasts, feeling the hard nipples through the fabric of her sheer bra. As Derek often did, she pinched the nipples between her index fingers and her thumbs, and then rolled the nubs between. She was less gentle than Derek, pinching tighter and pulling harder; things that she realized now that she’d always wanted her husband to do.

Derek watched silently from his chair, trying not to do or say anything that would break the spell that Angela had cast. He noticed the way she touched her breasts, and thought for the first time that perhaps he’d been too gentle. Maybe she was not as fragile as she appeared. She had certainly not seemed meek and fragile on the plane, and his stiffening cock well remembered how she’d thrust against him, demanding deeper and harder penetration.

Her hands had moved to undo the clasp at the back of her bra, the motion making her back arch and causing her breasts to jut forward. With the release of the clasp the cups were held against her skin by some marvel of engineering that kept the soft mounds covered but allowed them to assume a more natural sloped shape. One hand and forearm covered her full breasts while the other pushed each strap off her shoulders, removing the support for the whisper thin cups. She placed a hand on each cup and pulled the fragile bit of silk away from her skin, fully revealing her creamy skin and dark, crinkled nipples. The bra was dropped to the floor without a second thought.

Angela felt bolder now, the other woman was fully in control and reveling in the freedom. Soft hands touched the button of her low jeans and popped it open, next, she slowly lowered the zipper, watching in fascination as metal teeth separated and a deep vee opened in the front of her jeans. A lacy bit of silk was just visible in the gap and Angela pressed her hand into the opening until only her knuckles were visible above the denim. It was not like Dereks hand, when he did this, he stopped too soon, never went far enough, but her own tiny hand went further; down until she could just feel her clit with the tips of her fingers. The little button was hard, and the flesh around it hot and moist with her arousal. That knowledge seemed suddenly too much, and she pulled her hand out, but still feeling guiltily excited by the contact. The woman in the mirror chided her for being so timid, and Angela knew that she would explore that again, but for now, left it alone.

Instead, she hooked her hands in the waistband of her jeans and eased them down over her hips. The jeans were snug, and didn’t fall on their own, but had to be pressed toward her knees before they were loose enough to crumple at her feet. She carefully stepped out of the pile of denim, clad now in only the tiniest silk thong and cork soled sandals that were held on by thin cords wrapped around her delicate ankles and part way up her shapely calves.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Angela was surprised at the image she saw. The woman before her was tanned, toned and sensual. The long blonde hair was tousled and loose around her shoulders, her eyes were partly closed and hinted at desires that Angela only partly understood. It was as if she saw herself for the first time. She wondered, as she turned to Derek, if this was the way that he saw her.

Is this really me, Derek? Is this the woman that you see?

 

[Miltone]

He wasn’t sure what to expect as Angela heard his request and began to follow his instructions. She had always seemed so modest and shy when it came to anything sexual and Derek and found the contrast with her usual gracious and outgoing demeanor Derek quite baffling. But as he had seen on the plane and was seeing now there was a sexual woman inside her and he wanted to bring that woman out and somehow link her to the other. He felt himself respond while watching her strip and begin to explore her body, his pulse quickened, a warmth spread to his neck and chest, and his cock grew down the leg of his trousers. But as she turned to him hesitantly, he had to set his stirring feelings of desire aside for the moment and attend to his Angel Baby.

“Yes, Baby,” Derek said, his voice soft and low, belying his growing desire for her. “You are the most beautiful and desirable woman in the world to me, Angela. And what you see there is what I’ve seen in you all along. That is the woman I want you to get in touch with.” There was more that he wanted to tell her, but Derek wanted to keep his comments short, lest he break this spell. “Now continue, Angel. Pay me no attention … strip yourself … completely naked.”

A slight smile crept over her full rosy lips, one perhaps more of sensual pleasure than of simple amusement. Angela turned back around toward the mirror, raising her hands to her hair, combing her long slender fingers through her tousled blonde locks. As her hands fell away, she tilted her head back and shook it, tossing her thick yet silky hair back over her shoulders so that it danced down the middle of her bare back.

Her hands fell down moving lightly over her full breasts, her tummy and belly until they reached her sheer silky thong. Derek could see her looking at herself in the mirror as both hands covered her sex, the fingers of one hand running up and down over the thin fabric. He watched her lips part and her eyes close for a moment as she touched herself deeply. When her eye opened again, Angela moved her fingers up around the tiny strip of elastic at the waist of her thong, pulling it up tightly against the cleft of her sex.

What is she feeling? Derek asked himself as he saw her flinch. Is she as turned on as I am? Is she enjoying this? Is she learning something about herself and what she likes and what she wants? He watched closely as she leaned forward bending over and began to pull the little patch of silk away from her body. Her legs were spread and her breasts swayed as she dragged the tiny panty down her long shapely legs. After she stepped out and tossed the little thong aside so casually, he saw the wanton look in her eyes upon seeing her body so naked, the rosy flush of arousal coloring her creamy skin.

Angela brought her hands up over her body, fingers gliding over her thighs, her pussy, her belly and breasts, sweeping up to her face, collecting her breasts in her arms as she did so. Then her body began to sway gently, almost as if dancing. Her hips swung from side to side and her arms descended slowly over her naked body again and then fell to her sides. Her eyes closed as she swayed in rhythm to her own beat.

Derek was greatly tempted to rise from his seat and approach her, but his own lust had to be throttled for this was about his wife, his beautiful wife, his Angel Baby, and how she could learn to connect to the sensual nature that he knew lived deep inside her. So he remained seated and watched her erotic dance.

“Do you like this?” Angela said in a low sexy voice. “Do you like me like this, Derek?”

“Angel, the question is, do you like the feeling?”

“Mmm,” she moaned softly. “I’ve never … ever felt like this before.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yes … I like it.”

“Good, then maybe you’ll like this,” Derek said as she turned toward him. She raised her arms up above her head, lifting her breasts as she did, letting them sway seductively as she moved, her body bending and swaying side to side. He struggled to stifle a flurry of urges that surged up from his libido as his gorgeous naked wife continued to dance. “I want you to dance over to the bed and lay down.” Angela looked at him receptively, her eyes heavy lidded, her face as flushed with arousal as the rest of her body. “I want you to lay down and touch yourself … learn more about where you like to be touched … how you like to be touched … how to turn yourself on … how to make yourself cum.”

Her eyes widened a bit with each phrase, yet she remained still in motion, the very spectacle of her dance melting his strong desire to see this experiment through. As his words sank in, she smiled again, not the chaste smile he had seen often, but a dawning smile that showed great promise. Only when she had turned her back to him and began to move toward the bed, did he quickly adjust himself in the seat to more comfortably accommodate the tremendous excitement that surged through his body and sent tingling shivers through his belly and thighs and made his cock grow long and hard and throb with desire.

 

[Lady_Kit]

“I want you to lay down and touch yourself … learn more about where you like to be touched … how you like to be touched … how to turn yourself on … how to make yourself cum.”

Make herself cum? She’d never even touched herself like that..but, maybe it was at least time to try. Besides, if she couldn’t mange to get all the way through it, her husband was on hand to help. The bulge in his trousers hinted that he’d be more that ready to help her soon, too.

She bent to remove the platform sandals she still wore, taking her time to untie the laces and let Derek have a good look at her smooth bottom and legs as she did. She heard a gasp that he covered quickly with a slight cough. The knowledge that she was exciting him with her behavior was intoxicating and gave her confidence to continue.

Angela crawled onto the king-size bed, its navy blue spread making a perfect background for her blonde hair and tanned skin. She scooted against the mound of pillows until she was reclining, legs spread and facing Derek.

Now what, Derek?

“Touch yourself the way you did while looking at yourself in the mirror, Baby. Show me what kind of touch you like. Explore yourself…just for you.”

She laid her head back and closed her eyes, then thought of her skin and what made it feel the best. Her hands glided over the smooth skin of her face, touching her eyes and mouth, the latter begin much more sensitive than the former. She ran her nails softly down her throat to her chest then over the mounds of her tits and in tightening circles around her areola and nipples. That was lovely, she thought, just a little scraping, like Dereks skin when he forgot to shave, just a little roughness against her soft skin. Her hands began to squeeze and kneed her breasts, making her movements firmer than Derek might have done. She pinched and tugged her nipples, even twisting them slightly, a movement that drew a small moan from her parted lips.

A quick look at her audience revealed Dereks hand stroking up and down the length of his cock through his trousers. The sight made the inner walls of Angelas sex clench and tingle. I’m really turning him on, she thought. He’s excited and its from just watching me! The feeling of power was incredibly erotic. Angelas hand moved lower.

“That’s it Baby, that’s the way my love. Touch yourself rub and stroke your pussy. Show me what you want me to do when I touch you next. Tell me what you want.”

Somehow she found the courage to do both, and actions followed words as she spoke.

I want you to feel me Derek, run your hands over my skin. Don’t be afraid to touch me, I love your hands on my body.

I want you to place your hand over my pussy, touch me, squeeze me. I want you to play with my tits, pinch the nipples and suck them….even…even use your teeth a little…

As the words flowed from her lips her hands roamed over the flushed skin of her breasts and genitals. Derek watched in disbelief as her delicate fingers began to slide between the glistening lips of her pussy. Her eyes were completely closed now, and she was lost in her own masturbation. She pulled at her nipples roughly, first one then the other, switching hands from side to side and using the pussy juice that coated her fingers to increase the stimulation. Her nipples were hard and standing in points on her tits, the tips were rosy and wet from her caress.

“You’d like it if I sucked your tits now. Wouldn’t you Baby? Would that make you cum?”

Oh yes, I want you to suck my tits, Derek. Your mouth feels so good.

“I’d love to use my mouth on you Angel, but first you have to cum for me…Come on, now, stick your fingers in your pussy, I want to see you get yourself off. Then, you can have anything else you want.”

With no further hesitation, Angela plunged two fingers into her dripping cunt and began to clumsily finger herself. In moments, she’d established a rhythm and then used the other hand to rub her hard clit. Her hips lifted off the bed and her movements became more rapid and frantic.

Derek watched in amazement as a flush moved over her skin, her breathing grew fast and shallow, and her already erect nipples became even harder. She sighed, then moaned, then called out to Derek…

Now…now…Derek..I’m going to cum…going to cummmmmm….OOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Her voice increased in volume and pitch as she climaxed. Derek looked on with great pleasure as she clenched her thighs together and pushed her fingers as far as she could reach into her cunt. Then, with a final shudder and a great sigh, she seemed to collapse onto the bed. Her hands still touching her sex, her legs bent at the knees and spread she was a sight of wanton sexuality. She smiled softly at her husband.

That was divine…I’ve never done that before, but…I think I might like to do it again. It does present one problem though. It leaves you without satisfaction.

Derek smiled and began removing his clothes.

“Don’t worry about me, Baby. That was just the warm up for both of us.”

 

[Miltone]

Watching Angela masturbating on the bed had aroused Derek more than any other thing he could remember. The sight of his beautiful naked wife touching herself for the first time, pinching and pulling her nipples, burying her fingers inside her pussy, and rubbing her clit until she came, sent shivers of excitement down his spine until they landed in his lap growing his cock long and hard. The sounds of her voice, her fingers plying her slurpy wet sex, and her cries as she came stirred him deeply. Derek had watched Angela’s hands move on her body with great interest, etching the manner of each touch and her response into his memory. And that part of him which had responded so urgently wanted to go to her and retrace the path taken by her hands.

But as he stood beside the bed and started to undress, he changed his mind. He had pulled off his shirt and stepped from his trousers, but paused wearing just his boxers and took control of his raging lust. That would have been too easy, he thought, for he wanted this teaching and learning to build and grow strong. He sat beside her on the bed, close enough to glide his hand over her body, so warm and rosy and flush, her smooth clear skin glowing. His hand moved up over her leg and thigh until it came to rest upon her dripping wet pussy. His fingers cupped her, probing into the damp slit, feeling her respond by raising up her hips to press her firmly against his hand. When he dragged his wet fingers up from her sex over her belly, Angela impulsively grabbed his hand and pulled it up to her mouth to lick and suck him dry.

“You like the taste?” Derek said with a smile.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded.

Derek withdrew his hand and stood up from the bed. Glancing down at the large mound growing in his shorts, he began to ease them down from his hips, baring his small tuft of curly black pubic hair and his cleanly shaven cock and balls. When the shorts fell to the floor, he kicked them off and caught them. He looked down at Angela, her big blue eyes drawn to the sight of his long tan cock dangling between his legs.

“See something you want, Baby?” he teased.

“Oh, yes, Derek … I do!” she sighed, moving over to sit at the edge of the bed.

“That’s good to know,” Derek replied as she reached out to touch him, her fingers curling around his cock gently. “Are you sure?”

“Yes … I want to please you, Derek … I want to make you cum just as I have … do you want me to make you cum?”

“Yes, I do,” Derek answered as she began to stroke him tentatively. “But …”

“But what, Honey?”

“But not just now,” he continued. “There will be time for that later today. I thought it would be a shame to waste this gorgeous sunny afternoon. Why don’t you put one of your swimsuits and join me up on the sun deck?”

“But, Derek … I thought that you … I wanted to … to you …” Angela said, her voice soft and confused and thick with passion.

“And I do, Baby,” Derek replied. “Sometimes it’s just better to let the pot boil a while before adding all the noodles.”

She didn’t reply, but he could see in her eyes the disappointment collide with her teeming desires. Derek moved over to his suitcase and pulled out a small snug black suit and stepped into it. It took a little extra care to tuck his hard cock inside. When he re-approached her on the bed he could see himself in the mirror and how the tight suit clung to every part of his concealed anatomy. He reached down and took her hands and pulled her up from the bed, wrapping his arms around her and crushing her breasts against his chest.

“You will have your chance later, Angel, believe me,” he said before giving her a long deep wet kiss. “Now why don’t you put on one of those suits you were telling me about and join me on the deck. I’m sure that Tommy probably has some lunch ready for us as well.” He felt her arms around him, her body clinging to him, holding him close to her throbbing needful body. He held her for several moments before pushing gently away from her and stepping toward the door. Looking back, he saw an evil grin curling her full lips. The look of frustration in her eyes was receding and being replaced with something else, a look of … devious desire. Derek chuckled and went up and out onto the aft deck. Passing through the galley, he picked up the tray that Tommy had put together and carried it out. It was a gorgeous warm Southern Florida day and who knew what surprises the afternoon would hold.

 

[Lady_Kit]

The taste of her own sex should have been offensive, but it wasn’t. Instead of feeling repulsed, she felt the heat of arousal moving through her body once again, or perhaps it had never left her.

When Derek removed his boxers and his long cock sprang free Angela knew for certain that she wanted more. His shaft was hot when she wrapped her fingers around him; he felt like a heated steel rod all wrapped in velvet.

“…do you want me to make you cum?”

She had no idea if she could make him cum, but knew that she desperately wanted to try. Her hand moved with more confidence as she felt him grow thicker in her grasp.

“Yes, I do. “But…”

But what, Honey?

“But not just now.”

Not now? Why not now? She felt more confused than rejected, even more so when he started talking about noodles & sunbathing. She didn’t get it, and tried to ask but didn’t have the words. In the end, she had to give in to Dereks wishes and hide disappointment as best she could.
Angela watched Derek walk calmly from the cabin and she had to squash the urge to throw something at his retreating back. Instead she punched the nearest pillow and flung herself back on the rumpled bedspread.

How could he just walk out and leave me, she wondered. Wasn’t this what he’d wanted? What they’d both wanted all along? Now, she was all hot and bothered and he wanted lunch? She blew an exasperated breath at the ceiling while she reviewed possibilities in her head.

One, Derek was no longer interested in having sex with her. Two, she had completely disgusted him with her wanton behavior. Three, he was playing with her. She grinned at the last possibility. The idea that sex was fun was still new. That the play could be extended beyond the bedroom walls was completely foreign to her, but the idea was exciting.

So, I’m go change into one of my new suits, hmmm, Derek? Well, you’re in for a surprise, ‘cause these are like nothing you’ve ever seen me wear. Lets see how you manage to keep that bulge in your trunks after you see the surprise I have for you.

Angela laughed aloud at the thought of causing a little sexual discomfort for her completely together husband. She jumped from the bed and began rummaging through her suitcase. She found one of her new suits; crumpled up, the whole thing hardly overflowed her hands, and was clearly not for underwater use, but was instead a “lay by the pool” kind of thing. The two white macramé triangles of the top covered the minimum amount of skin on each breast, and a third formed the front of the thong bottom.

She stood before the full length mirror and smiled at the woman she saw there. The white bikini was in sharp contrast to the golden tan of her smooth skin. It was bold daring and sexy, hopefully Derek would love it. Hopefully, it would make him really regret what he had just turned down in the main cabin.

The sun glinted off her golden locks as Angela strolled casually to the sun deck. She could feel the eyes of the crew upon her as she moved and felt a moment of embarrassment that they were seeing her so exposed. She quickly put the thought from her mind and focused on Derek. When she looked at his handsome figure, it became easy to put other men from her thoughts. He was stretched out face down on a chaise, his body tanned, trim, and oh so sexy. Angela felt the urge to touch him and picked up a nearby bottle of tanning lotion. Her dusky pink lips formed a wicked smile and she knelt beside his reclined body.

Derek, would you like me to put some lotion on you? I wouldn’t mind, then you can do me. Ok?

Without waiting for his reply, she poured lotion into her hand and began smoothing the creamy liquid onto Dereks warm skin. She worked from his shoulders down his back, massaging as she went, and letting her nails scrape against his skin from time to time, just so he didn’t fall asleep in the middle of her ministrations. Strangely, he didn’t seem to be enjoying the massage very much. He kept shifting and twisting on the padded surface.

“That’s enough Angel, now, let me…do…you…um..lotion, you Oh, Angela.”

Derek spoke before getting a good look at his wife and the words broke as they dropped from his mouth after he saw her suit, or the tiny bits of fabric that passed for a suit. He’d nearly gotten his rampant erection under control before she started applying lotion to his back. Now, well, now there was no hope. The length of his cock was pressing against the confining fabric of his suit and the swelling head threatened to pop into view at any second. Jeezus, he hadn’t had a problem like this in years, so long that he’d forgotten how difficult it was to actually hide a hard on. Not that anyone on the crew could blame him, hell they were probably just as bad off, but they, at least were able to stay inside out of sight.

Great idea, he thought, spend time on the sun deck with his bikini clad wife; right after she puts on the best masturbation show he’s seen in years and before you cum. Great plan Lovett!

“Um, Honey, maybe you’d better sun the front first…I uh, I think I’ll just lay here for a few minutes and uh..rest, yea, I just need to rest for a minute or two.”

Angelas lilting laugh told him that she understood his predicament, but she did have the grace to move to her own chair and offer no further comment. Derek looked at her nearly nude body and decided it was going to be a very long afternoon. Maybe they’d need that nap after all.

 

[Miltone]

Derek had been prepared for lunch, prepared for sharing a pitcher of Tommy’s famous Pina Coladas, prepared for spending the afternoon sunning with Angela on deck, prepared for some teasing sex play that could be carried on further down below. He was not prepared for the golden goddess who emerged from the boat and teasingly rubbed lotion on his shoulders and back. What was there about the tiniest sexiest little excuse for a bathing suit that could turn a man on? And yet here it was adorning, in its miniscule way, his beautiful wife. The contrast between her light golden tanned skin and the white suit was stunning. The way her full rounded flesh moved beneath it was spectacular. With the warm southern Florida afternoon sunshine beating down on him and an amazing hard-on raging underneath his skimpy black trunks, Derek thought over the idea of applying lotion to his princess, his Angel Baby.

He couldn’t get the image of her masturbation from his mind. The way she had touched her body had shown him how she wanted to be touched; the way she had responded had shown him how much she needed and wanted to be taken. Derek did have a plan, although very loosely structured, and he was certainly extemporizing as it unfolded with the day’s events thus far. Maybe he had been a bit abrupt when he looked into her lust-filled eyes and decided to move things outdoors. But he wanted a slow build-up, he wanted to take things from one level to the next, each step bringing them to a higher peak of intensity, a better and closer knowledge of each other’s needs and desires. The encounter on the plane was a cleansing of sorts, an inauguration of a new way of their sexual life. The scene in their stateroom was a starting point. And this afternoon is just the next installment of my lesson plan! He chuckled at the thought.

Derek rolled over onto his side facing Angela. He smiled at the sight of her, reclining in her own chair a foot and some few inches away. Her head was leaning back, her lush blonde hair gathered into a long ponytail, her eyes closed peacefully. He watched as her hands glided lightly over her body lazily tracing the curves and outlines of her physical features. All right, my sweet Angel Baby! Derek thought to himself. Two can play at this game! Reaching down to tuck his throbbing cock below the waistband of his trunks, Derek got up from his lounge and took up the bottle of lotion.

“On second thought, Baby,” he remarked, squatting beside her chair. “Maybe I should return the favor.” He poured a healthy squirt of lotion onto his palm and rubbed his hands together. “I’d really hate to see you get a nasty sunburn on our first day out.”

Angela eyes opened and she rolled her head toward him and smiled. When his oiled hands fell upon her body, her eyes closed again. He began on her belly and slowly worked up. Her skin was already warm from the sun and quickly absorbed the protective cream. He thought he heard her sigh when he touched her and moved his hands over her body. No, it was not a sigh, but something more, a certifiable gasp. A couple more handfuls helped him make it up to the horizontal string of her top. Derek knew his hands were trembling at the feel of her body. He found her so beautiful; he loved her so much; he had never seen her flaunt her beauty like this, even just for him. Another handful and he began on the generous upper curves of her breasts and her shoulders.

His fingertips flirted with the border of her top, darting just the least bit below the knitted triangles of cloth to coat her soft silky smooth skin. As he spread the lotion up toward her neck he happened to notice how the tips of her nipples were appearing through the loose macramé knit of her suit. He was half tempted to lean over the rest of the way and kiss them or lick at them, but decided to wait and took a deep breath to help his self-control.

“Mmm, that feels good, Derek,” Angela moaned softly.

“Not as good as you look to me, Baby,” he replied, leaning up to her face and laying a soft sweet kiss on her lips. “You know how beautiful I think you are,” he said, brushing his lips on her soft cheek. “You look good enough … good enough to … good enough to eat.”

Derek had reached her ear and kissed her neck just below there. His lips sucked at her tender sensitive skin, drawing it up into his mouth. He was almost ready to go farther, but reached for the lotion and poured another handful. Scooting down toward her legs, he began at her upper thighs and started to work down. She must have been parting her legs for his benefit, showing off just how small her suit was, so small that the edges of her remaining patch of downy blonde fur were showing and the shadow of her slit was visible through the knit material. He had almost reached her ankles when a voice called from the outer deck.

“Hey, Folks?” called out Captain Chris as he emerged from the dining salon. “Tommy and I have a few errands to run before we shove off. Groceries and some other stuff. You folks need anything?” He stopped in his tracks when his eyes were filled with the complete picture of his two passengers. “I ah … guess you’re all set for right now,” he chuckled looking down and away. “Looks like you’re all set for right now. Sure. Yep. We’ll be back in a while, so just … um … enjoy the sun!”

“We’ll be fine,” Derek said, putting the cap on the bottle as he had finished his little work detail. “And by the way, lunch was delicious.”

“Thanks,” Chris said, beating a quick retreat. “See ya!”

Derek stood and waited until he saw Chris and Tommy walking off along the pier and disappear among the other smaller craft docked between The Cormorant and the shore. Then he sat on the edge of his lounge and looked around. Theirs was the only boat on this end of the pier and from the safety of the sundeck, there was only a clear ocean view to be had. Impulsively he pulled his skimpy swim trunks down and kicked them off. It had been ages since he had sun tanned outdoors in the nude and he welcomed the warmth and airy feel on his “boys.” He lay back on his lounge and reclined against the backrest.

“I hope you don’t mind, Baby, but hell … it’s our first vacation ever, really, and I feel sort of in the mood to cut loose a little bit. What do you think?” He chuckled and looked over at Angela, trying to gage her mood. She was looking at him closely. Was that a smile?

 

[Lady_Kit]

Well, I expect you’re probably safer that way Darling. I was becoming concerned that your suit was going to become so tight that your circulation would be cut off.

Angela smiled to show she was teasing; then slowly looked at her husbands’ nude body. Derek kept himself in excellent shape the exercise regimen that they occasionally shared was guaranteed to keep him in top form. She knew that he was extremely fit, but seldom allowed herself the luxury of a good long look. Angela realized that she enjoyed it, enjoyed seeing him in the bright sunlight, his body completely revealed to her gaze.

The sexually awakening part of her had only begun to admire the length of his manhood when the familiar oppression of her mothers rules descended on her suddenly and she found herself averting her eyes. She could hear the condemnation of Mothers voice, the assertions that Angela was no good. The feeling made her hesitate, diminished the pleasure she had enjoyed just moments ago.

Derek, I’m...I’m not sure we should. What if someone sees us? I’d be so embarrassed. Oh, God Derek, Mother would find out.

Angela looked down to her hands where they lay clenched in her lap. The mere thought of her Mothers displeasure made Angela feel sick and nervous.

“Baby, there’s not a soul in sight. Even the crew is gone. It’s just you and me.”

Derek was doing his best to reassure her, Angela knew this, but still. She was torn between doing what she had always done; kept to the safe and narrow. Or, doing what she longed to do; to be free of some of her hang-ups and fears. In the end, she found the courage to split the difference.

Well, maybe just my top. Everyone goes topless these days. Its practically a fashion.

She leaned forward and untied the crocheted string that held the bra of her bikini in place. When she raised up, she couldn’t meet Dereks eyes, and a faint blush stained her cheeks. She was terribly embarrassed at being topless, and the emotion gently stained her full breasts a delicate pink. As always the friction of removing clothing from her sensitive nipples made them crinkle into tight hard buds. In her eyes, she’d gone from bad to worse, but when she finally dared to look at Derek, she saw another emotion all together.

 

[Miltone]

She had made him laugh at her remark about his circulation. The way she looked admiringly over at his naked body, then cast her eyes away from the sight of his long member made him smile. The shy embarrassment she had shown when considering doffing the top of her bathing suit made Derek wonder about just how far he would have to take her. But all of that concern melted when she bravely untied the string and bared her breasts, and he felt overcome by the lustful desire he felt for her.

He drew in a deep breath at the sight of her lying almost totally naked in the brilliant afternoon sun; her full rounded breasts topped by the dusky rose-colored aureoles so taut and puckered in the passing of the fresh sea air; her smooth subtly rounded belly and the sweet mound that lay below, barely covered by the tiny triangle of crocheted fabric; her long shapely legs stretched out on the lounge. Derek’s mind flashed back for a moment to the scene in their stateroom, her body moving and writhing as she touched herself, and he felt his cock twinge at the idea.

As he watched a warm blush spread over her chest and breasts, he thought of how she had never gone topless before, not even by the pool in their own very private backyard. Feeling the warm sun beating down on his shoulders, he knew she would need some sunscreen on her very tender breasts. Derek stood for a moment and scanned the horizon, seeing no one around, either nearby at dock or out around the breakwater and beyond. When Angela looked up at him, squinting in the bright sunshine, her tight eyes were on his manhood, and Derek became aware of how his cock had thickened, certainly not erect but curving sportingly outward.

To her obvious surprise, he sat beside her on her lounge, taking up the bottle of sunscreen. She watched closely as he poured out a generous handful of the lotion and rubbed his hands together. He slowly reached his hands over to touch her breasts, spreading the thick cocoanut-scented cream into her warm tender flesh. Angela shivered and her eyes closed. With a hand on each breast, he drew his hands in opposite circles; his thumbs brushing over her fully erect nipples each time around. As his touch deepened, he felt Angela shift the position of her hips on the lounge. He paused to pour more lotion on his hands.

“Are you sure I need more sunscreen, Honey?” Angela said softly.

“Well seeing that you are something of a virgin in this,” Derek answered as his hands found her body again, spreading the cream over her warm breasts. “I wouldn’t want to take the chance of you getting sunburned. We couldn’t have that now could we?”

For a few moments, Derek let his fingers toy gently with her, circling her areola and nipples with his greasy fingertips. He remembered the way she had touched herself earlier, so much firmer than he ever had. His hands tightened their grip on her, squeezing and kneading her firm yet pliant breasts. He had always loved touching her, but had always tried to be kind and gentle toward her. Perhaps that was his mistake, that he should have taken off the kid gloves long ago. As his hands plied her full rounded breasts, he felt a slight undulation in her body.

“Mmm, Derek,” Angela moaned dreamily, her eyes still closed, her hips squirming on the lounge chair. When his fingers found her nipples again, pinching them and pulling on them, she gasped loudly.

“What’s the matter, Baby?” he asked, leaning his face closer to her.

“Are you just teasing me … or are you going to make love to me?”

“Let’s say a little bit of both,” he said, his fingers and thumbs pinching her nipples and pulling on them until they slipped out of his grip. “All in due time, but first, I think that you are definitely overdressed for this sort of thing.” Her eyes opened part way when his fingers trailed down over her tummy and pulled at the tie strings on her hips.

“Derek!” she scolded him, trying to scoot away from him. “Someone might see. Mother will find out.”

Derek reached up suddenly and took her face in his hand while his other hand continued to loosen the tie strings on her bikini bottom.

“Look, Baby. Your mother isn’t here … I am.” He had pulled the strings loose and began to tug the crocheted scrap of cloth away from her reluctant hips. “Can’t you see, Baby?”

Though she had struggled there was little she could do to keep him from stripping away the last little bit of modesty left to her and tossing it aside. With his hand still holding her face firmly but tenderly, Derek drew his other hand slowly up along the silky length of her leg, grazing over the folds of her sex, her downy bush of blonde fur, her belly, her tummy and her breasts.

“Oh, Angela, my sweet Angel Baby, you know that I think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world … that I love you so much … that there isn’t anyone else for me … that there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to make you happy. But you have to forget about your mother and all the other things that have kept you from enjoying yourself and your life.”

He could see a glint of fear in her eyes as she lay completely naked in the sun for the first time, and he relaxed his grip on her. “Angel, you are so, so beautiful … you have nothing to be ashamed of. This is our chance for us both to get away from all the things that have kept us apart.”

He leaned toward her, tilting his head to kiss her lips warmly and tenderly, his tongue probing gently into her mouth.

“Now let’s enjoy this new freedom, okay, Baby?” Derek said, leaning back, his eyes sweeping down the length of her body and back up. When his eyes met hers again, he smiled deeply. “You truly are the most beautiful woman in the world. I am so, so lucky to be with you.”

Derek kissed her parted lips again and then slipped back to his own lounge. He knew that she was confused by his behavior, teasing her, exciting her, getting her all worked up, then moving away. As he glanced over at Angela, her face fraught with a slight pout, he could feel the tension crackling between them—not an entirely bad feeling, for this long steady buildup from one level to the next would have a payoff for them both … at least, so he hoped.

Settling back onto his lounge, Derek closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The sun was tingling his fully exposed skin and his cock was laying semi-erect in his lap. Suddenly he felt Angela settle next to him on his lounge. Opening his eyes, he saw her pour lotion onto her hands and rub them together. She then began to rub her hands on his belly, her fingers quickly reaching for his cock and curling around it.

“What the?” he asked, surprised by the hungry touch of her hands and the playful, impish look on her face.

“Like you said,” she replied with a giggle, stroking her hand up and down the shaft of his thickening, lengthening cock. “Just enjoying our new-found freedom, Darling. Besides, I hate to see this big old thing of yours get sunburned. That just wouldn’t be any fun at all.”