Part One: The Beginning
The day had begun like any other for Samantha Blake, or at least like any other on this particular vacation. At age 23, Samantha already had it all. She'd attempted to go to college at USC, but had partied too much and wasn't able to keep up with the work. It hadn't mattered though, she'd been able to marry into the wealthy Burghoff family. However, it was as much a marriage geared toward keeping their son's name out of the papers as it was about love. Samantha hadn't minded though. They let her keep her last name, she never saw husband Johnathan, and she had access to all of his money; there was quite a bit of it. She knew he was sleeping with other women, but didn't care because he'd been a freshman year fling anyway. The pregnancy that had caused the family to seek a marriage had terminated--though not by choice, rather by miscarriage--but Samantha didn't really care either way; as far as she was concerned, kids weren't something she'd ever want.
And so it was that the day of July 5th, 2010 began much like any other. Samantha arrived at a private port in the Florida Keys with a group of friends to board her private yacht and spend a week or two at sea, trolling around the Caribbean, and eventually make their way back to Mexico for a stay at a resort.
Her friends, eager to get going and continue living high off the hog, were nonetheless confused by how often Samantha was late. She was a partier, yes, but she seemed completely unable to make any appointment before 2 in the afternoon, and trips like this were no exception. It certainly be because she packed heavily either; at 5'7" and just barely over 110 pounds, it wasn't like she really needed to, not that she seemed to care to. It had, on more than one occasion amongst themselves, been remarked that she almost seemed to enjoy showing off her figure as a way of making men around her jealous of what they'd never get to have--for all her drinking and late nights, sleeping around wasn't really her thing.
It therefore was unsurprising that Samantha showed up a full 3 and a half hours late for their trip departure. It was also unsurprising that of all the people going the only one who showed any annoyance at all was the family's resident captain, Otto Terwilliger. Terwilliger, a retired Korean War veteran and high ranking naval officer, had originally taken a job with the Burghoffs when he was in his 30's as someone who could oversee the maintenance of their ships (as a whole, they owned over a dozen)and occasionally act as a captain when needed. A series of bad investments had forced him to continue working for the Burghoffs long after he'd planned to retire, which was why Samantha put him in such a difficult position. She continually called upon his services for several weeks at a time, taking him away from his wife and grandchildren. Of late, he'd protested to both Ivan and Ashley Burghoff about the time he'd been required to spend out at sea in the last year and a half. He'd protested that, while he loved the Burghoffs like family and that he did still need both the income and the daily routine, that he was being asked to do far more than he was capable of anymore, and that other employment wouldn't be exceedingly difficult. In fact he'd done so again before this trip, but the Burghoffs assured him that they'd make sure he and his family were taken care of and that they were sure the "whole Samantha situation will sort itself out soon." Here was to hoping.
"I'm so happy you all stayed," Samantha managed to gasp as she ran up the dock to the ship, her long brunette hair flailing in the breeze and occasionally covering her bikini top in a manner that made it look as if she were one step closer to being nude.
"Of course we would," stated her friend Brad, "I'd not miss this for anything."
Brad lustily trailed off as Samantha walked by him. He wanted to have her more than any other woman. She was physically stunning in every way. Slender, long hair, beautiful tan, great ass, and an implant job done so well you'd think God himself had come down to make a correction.
The rest of the afternoon was filled with lounging around and drinking. The night was filled only with the latter. Brad stayed close to Samantha most of the evening and was able to get her to invite him into her room as she and the rest of her friends began to wind the evening down. The two made their way to one of the 6 rooms on the yacht when they saw Captain Terwilliger walking along the boat.
"Captain!"
He sighed and turned around, unwilling to talk to this vapid, brunette barbie.
"Yes, Ms. Samantha?"
"Captain, I explicitly told you that we were to first stop in Jamaica. It can't possibly take this long to get there."
"Ms. Samantha, I'll have you notice that I attempted to call your cell-phone from the ship's phone several hours ago. The yacht is having some mechanical trouble and we'll need a few days to fix it. As I could not reach you, I had to make a decision in an accordingly timely manner."
"And what might your decision about my vacation possibly be" she quipped. This man was impossible.
"We'll be able to make it to Mexico with no problem, Ma'am. There's a place tourists park ships near where you had been planning to stay that we can use as a place to make repairs."
She looked at him indignantly, clearly upset that he'd implied she'd be spending several days sitting in a yacht port.
"Of course," he passively mused, "arrangements have been made for you to begin your stay at the resort early."
Samantha gleefully clapped and kissed Brad in ecstacy. The trip was saved and she'd be in complete luxury longer than she'd have been otherwise. She couldn't believe she was saying this, but Brad was going to get something from her tonight. Obviously he'd get nowhere near her pussy or her ass--she wanted to keep him blissfully under her thumb for now--but he'd certainly get something. She began to think of ways she could add a sexual celebration to this vacation and settled on giving him a hand job and letting him eat her out. He was pathetically infatuated with her--she'd get the climax she wanted after the trip almost died and then came back to life, and he'd be pacified for a while.
