met by a wide smirk.
“So, is
the lady satisfied?”
“It was
OK, I guess,” Kayla shrugged.
“Excuse
me? It was OK, was it? Well frankly, my tongue is exhausted. If that was just OK
then I'm not going to bother a second time.”
“No!”
She squealed, despite herself. “Fine, it was amazing, mind blowing, you're very
talented, please do that again whenever you feel like it.”
“Humph,”
he huffed. “Well I'll have to see. My ego is wounded.”
“Aww,”
Kayla giggled. “Poor wounded ego. I do hope you'll do it again. It would be a
shame to waste such a magic tongue, that's capable conquering a girl despite
her best attempts to resist.”
“Conquered
you, did I?” He mused. “Well, this is getting better all the time. I see that
sulking is the way to get the compliments I want. I'll keep that in mind.
“I
don't know about you though,” he continued. “But I'm starving after that little
workout. Do you still want to see the boat?”
Kayla
smiled. “Does that mean you're feeding me? I'm starving, too. You have a way of
helping a girl work up quite the appetite.
Jay
smirked again. “Well, we'll have to sort that out. I don't think I'm done with
you quite yet.”
Kayla
blushed, and grabbed for her bikini bottoms, quickly tying them into place. She
looked up to see Jay holding the top half. He motioned for her to turn around,
and she pulled her hair out of the way while he tied the scraps of material
into place for her.
The drive
back to Honolulu seemed to take longer than it had on the way out to the beach.
Kayla was fizzing with nervous energy, unsure of what was happening next. After
what felt like an eternity, they finally pulled up to the harbour.
Expensive-looking boats wallowed in the water.
Jay
grabbed her hand and led her down the dock, stopping in front of an enormous
boat.
“I'm
sorry, is that...? Is that a yacht? You said you lived on a boat, not a yacht!”
“Well,
technically a yacht is a boat,” he grinned at her.
“Yes,
but... You said you take this out sometimes. By yourself? How?”
Jay
shook his head. “Only when I've got friends with me who know about boats. I
always have company on trips out to sea. When it's in the harbour though, it's
mine and mine alone.”
Kayla
followed him up the ramp and onto the boat's deck. Bench seating lined the
sides, with plump cushions in neutral tones. Sliding mirrored glass doors
opened into a living room with thick rugs and overstuffed couches. On one side
of the room was a gleaming kitchen, all stainless steel and light wood. Towards
the back of the space were two wooden doors. She guessed one of them must be
the bedroom. A shiver of excitement ran through her at the thought of it.
The
boat was clearly designed as a luxurious escape from reality. The only nod to
technology was a state of the art sound system. There were no computers or TVs
to be seen, but a groaning bookshelf took up one of the interior walls. Kayla
couldn't believe how much space there was. She didn't know much about boats,
but from the size alone this one had to be worth millions.
“Are
you sure the owner doesn't mind you bringing guests around?”
“He's
fine. He's barely ever in Hawaii. He has getaways all over the world. Someone
has to look after the stuff, keep the boat in good order. As long as I do that,
he doesn't notice anything else.”
Kayla
nodded mutely. She wasn't used to being around such opulent luxury. Jay clearly
felt quite at home though, leading her over to the kitchen, where he started rummaging
through the fridge.
“I'll
make us something to eat. How much of an appetite did you work up? Does tuna
steak with greens sound OK?”
Kayla
realised she was ravenous, and nodded again. Jay busied himself in the kitchen
while she perched on one of the barstools at the breakfast bar, glancing
nervously around the inside of the yacht. She was scared of breaking something.
Clearly she wouldn't be able to afford to replace it if she did.
“Cat
got
“So, is
the lady satisfied?”
“It was
OK, I guess,” Kayla shrugged.
“Excuse
me? It was OK, was it? Well frankly, my tongue is exhausted. If that was just OK
then I'm not going to bother a second time.”
“No!”
She squealed, despite herself. “Fine, it was amazing, mind blowing, you're very
talented, please do that again whenever you feel like it.”
“Humph,”
he huffed. “Well I'll have to see. My ego is wounded.”
“Aww,”
Kayla giggled. “Poor wounded ego. I do hope you'll do it again. It would be a
shame to waste such a magic tongue, that's capable conquering a girl despite
her best attempts to resist.”
“Conquered
you, did I?” He mused. “Well, this is getting better all the time. I see that
sulking is the way to get the compliments I want. I'll keep that in mind.
“I
don't know about you though,” he continued. “But I'm starving after that little
workout. Do you still want to see the boat?”
Kayla
smiled. “Does that mean you're feeding me? I'm starving, too. You have a way of
helping a girl work up quite the appetite.
Jay
smirked again. “Well, we'll have to sort that out. I don't think I'm done with
you quite yet.”
Kayla
blushed, and grabbed for her bikini bottoms, quickly tying them into place. She
looked up to see Jay holding the top half. He motioned for her to turn around,
and she pulled her hair out of the way while he tied the scraps of material
into place for her.
The drive
back to Honolulu seemed to take longer than it had on the way out to the beach.
Kayla was fizzing with nervous energy, unsure of what was happening next. After
what felt like an eternity, they finally pulled up to the harbour.
Expensive-looking boats wallowed in the water.
Jay
grabbed her hand and led her down the dock, stopping in front of an enormous
boat.
“I'm
sorry, is that...? Is that a yacht? You said you lived on a boat, not a yacht!”
“Well,
technically a yacht is a boat,” he grinned at her.
“Yes,
but... You said you take this out sometimes. By yourself? How?”
Jay
shook his head. “Only when I've got friends with me who know about boats. I
always have company on trips out to sea. When it's in the harbour though, it's
mine and mine alone.”
Kayla
followed him up the ramp and onto the boat's deck. Bench seating lined the
sides, with plump cushions in neutral tones. Sliding mirrored glass doors
opened into a living room with thick rugs and overstuffed couches. On one side
of the room was a gleaming kitchen, all stainless steel and light wood. Towards
the back of the space were two wooden doors. She guessed one of them must be
the bedroom. A shiver of excitement ran through her at the thought of it.
The
boat was clearly designed as a luxurious escape from reality. The only nod to
technology was a state of the art sound system. There were no computers or TVs
to be seen, but a groaning bookshelf took up one of the interior walls. Kayla
couldn't believe how much space there was. She didn't know much about boats,
but from the size alone this one had to be worth millions.
“Are
you sure the owner doesn't mind you bringing guests around?”
“He's
fine. He's barely ever in Hawaii. He has getaways all over the world. Someone
has to look after the stuff, keep the boat in good order. As long as I do that,
he doesn't notice anything else.”
Kayla
nodded mutely. She wasn't used to being around such opulent luxury. Jay clearly
felt quite at home though, leading her over to the kitchen, where he started rummaging
through the fridge.
“I'll
make us something to eat. How much of an appetite did you work up? Does tuna
steak with greens sound OK?”
Kayla
realised she was ravenous, and nodded again. Jay busied himself in the kitchen
while she perched on one of the barstools at the breakfast bar, glancing
nervously around the inside of the yacht. She was scared of breaking something.
Clearly she wouldn't be able to afford to replace it if she did.
“Cat
got
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