"Welcome aboard the Plaything Two."
"It's beautiful. Why two?"
He pointed to the much bigger yacht in the next slip. "That's Plaything One. I use Two for shorter day excursions."
"Ah, yes of course. Silly me for asking."
Trey picked up the small duffle I'd packed for myself. It contained two bathing suits, my one piece and a much skimpier bikini that I bought on a whim during a shopping trip with my friends. It was in September so all the suits had been marked ninety percent off. I'd decided the deal was too good to pass up. I hadn't gotten the courage to wear the suit anywhere except in front of my bathroom mirror. I wasn't sure I'd have the courage today either.
The ocean breeze pushed off my wide brimmed straw hat. With amazing reflexes, Trey caught it before it sailed off for good. Trey handed it back to me and took note of my shorts and t-shirt. My khaki shorts came to mid thigh and the t-shirt was a bit too big, but Trey looked me up and down as if he could see right through the fabric. Instantly, those few moments in his bedroom where he basically seduced me with just his words and nearness came back to me, and the warmth from the sun seemed to sweep over my skin and rest snuggly between my thighs.
"I'll show you to the bedroom."
His suggestion made my eyes round.
"So you can change into your swimsuit," he added. A cocky smile followed.
He led me down a few steps into the cabin. There was a small, luxurious sitting area surrounded by windows that provided a view from every side of the boat. We continued on into a bedroom that was big enough for a king sized bed and a sitting area. Everything was decorated in masculine colors. It seemed no comfort was overlooked. A large wooden trunk sat at the end of the bed. Trey placed my bag on it.
He swept his arm around. "Do you like it?"
"What's not to like?"
Trey stepped close enough that the fresh scent of his soap wafted toward my face. Whatever brand he used, it was like a damn aphrodisiac. The scent coupled with his nearness took me back to the night before when I had been nearly delirious with wanting him to touch me. I couldn't believe how easily Trey stirred me sensually. I'd even written about it in my journal, when, after sleeping with my thoughts and a few erotic dreams, I had woken with a new enthusiasm for our plan. I'd gone to bed thinking this was done, and I was going to give it up before I ended up emotionally shattered. But I woke more determined than ever to see this through and write a spectacular article to go with it. As my fingers moved over the keyboard and the words flowed along with my self-reflection, I realized how important Trey was to the process. He was the expert and I was the willing pupil. I just needed to keep my heart wrapped up and out of reach. This was to be strictly physical. The whole damn thing. And even if Trey had no inclination to touch me, I needed him to guide me to those erogenous zones on my body that had been hidden all this time, just waiting to be uncovered by the right person.
For the first time since I'd stepped on board, our gazes locked. Trey's confident smile appeared. It was almost as if he had been reading my mind. A long stretch of silence fell between us, and it seemed each of us had our own thoughts racing around our heads. I knew my mind was itching with the idea that Trey might find me tempting enough to actually kiss me this round of the plan. I wasn't expecting much, just a light kiss with a quick tongue dalliance, that was all. Unfortunately, I was sure Trey's mind was only occupied with how this would work out for his company. Free and effective ad space was not something to take lightly when you were running a multi-million dollar business.
I decided to get back to work. "It's a beautiful room, but I guess I was expecting a few items or pieces of furniture." I stumbled over some words in my head, "at least a mirror on the ceiling."
Trey laughed. "I see. As the owner of Plaything, and as you've no doubt read on your Google search of me, notorious playboy, you figured I'd have some more—how should I say it, provocative elements in the bedroom of my pleasure boat?"
I shrugged, feeling a little foolish for bringing it up. Then Trey walked to a panel in the room that I assumed controlled lighting and music like in his bedroom at home. He pressed a button and a section of wall opened. An interesting chair rolled out. It had a slanted back and a seat that split apart in the middle. A pair of fuzzy blue handcuffs were draped over the top of the chair. He flicked his finger against the handcuffs. "These were an item in February's box. The theme was Captive Audience. Big favorite that month. The chair wasn't included in the box. I had that custom made."
I knew damn well I was blushing, but since it seemed to be happening all the time now, I didn't even try to hide it. "It looks . . . entertaining."
"You can give it a try later. I almost forgot—" Trey switched subjects, but my mind was still on the chair. It seemed just about any position could be achieved on the thing and there wouldn't be the usual problem of an extra arm or leg in the way. Custom made. So the notorious playboy hype wasn't just hype after all.
Trey walked over to the dresser and picked up an envelope, seemingly forgetting that he'd just showed me his highly erotic sex chair. The Plaything logo was in the corner of the heavy vellum envelope. "It's an invitation to the Plaything party tomorrow night." He placed it on my bag. "If you're interested."
"Thank you. I'll give it some thought."
"I'm going up top so we can go out to sea."
"Can I help?"
"Yes, you can be my first mate. And my second. In fact the only mate I need today. I know a quiet little cove not far from here. It's a great place for a swim."
Chapter Fourteen
Trey
The water was glassy as the Two coasted toward the cove. Georgie had decided to get some sun, and she'd gone in to change into her swimsuit. And I'd stood at the captain's helm, growing hard as I visualized her in that suit.
The cove was not as much a cove as an inlet along the shore where several miles of the coast had been deemed a wildlife refuge. There were no houses or buildings. The only signs of civilization were the kinds with wings and webbed feet. Aidan and I had discovered it one day when we'd taken our dates out for a ride. It was a great, secluded place to anchor and take a swim.
Footsteps sounded on the ladder up to the bridge. I looked back over my shoulder and couldn't hold back a smile. My shy little sex mentee had changed into her suit and had quickly covered the suit with her oversized t-shirt.
"It's easier to get a tan without the heavy cotton shirt," I quipped. The fruity scent of her suntan lotion was already supplying me with a variety of dirty visions of her smoothing the oil over her naked skin. I wasn't sure how she did it, and I knew she had no idea she was doing it, but everything the woman said and did made my mind go straight to sex.
Georgie came to stand next to me. "I haven't worn this suit in public yet. Still working up the courage."
"There's no public here. Just me." I decided not to remind her of just how much of her I’d seen the night before, stretched out on my bed. The memory did however remind me that my swim trunks were not going to be as good a camouflage as my jeans. I stayed facing the helm, waiting for yet another erection to disappear. The last thing I wanted to do was scare her off by letting her know how badly I wanted her.
Georgie crossed her arms over herself, for another layer of protection. I decided I needed to takeover on my mentoring duties. I leaned over to put my mouth near her ear. "You covering up sort of defeats the purpose of what we're trying to achieve here, namely finding your sexual self. And from what I saw last night, it's there. You just need to let it out."
Georgie lifted her chin, and it was cute as hell. "You're right. This big shirt is counterproductive and not great for tan lines either. I'm going to go up to the bow and get some sun."
"We'll be dropping anchor in the cove in about ten minutes," I called to her as she climbed down from the bridge.
Naturally, I had a perfect view of the sunning deck from where I stood, and I wasn't going to be covert about watching either. If I wasn't going to allow myself the pleasure of touching Georgie, I was at least going to treat myself to an eyeful. And she was definitely that.
I gripped the helm much tighter than I needed to in smooth water. Georgie stood on the sunning deck at the bow and kicked off her sandals. She turned toward the railing, placed her bottle of lotion on the ground and lifted off her shirt.
The bottom half of the suit was a small triangle of fabric, half-heartedly covering what amounted to the most perfect ass I'd ever seen. Her slender shoulders were shiny with oil. I imagined having her silky, lotioned skin under my fingertips.
Georgie shot me a slightly wicked grin over her shoulder as she wiggled her ass enough to cause my grip on the helm to tighten more. If I wasn't careful, I'd break the fucking thing with my bare hands.
Georgie turned around and held out her arms. It seemed having the distance between us had helped relieve her of any hesitation to show herself. The triangular pieces of fabric on the bikini bottom were the size of a ship's mast compared to the two teensy pieces covering her breasts. The curves of her ample tits showed on every side. My cock strained against the front of my swim trunks, yet again, trying hard to not be forgotten.
Georgie adjusted the lounge to her liking. I decided to use the opportunity for a little coaching. Especially because I needed something to occupy my mind with, something other than the image of me pushing her up against the starboard railing and fucking her.