The year of my 25th birthday a lawyer contacted me and informed me that my real father has died and left me everything, I did not really care about a man I never knew, my adopted parents had died the year previously in a car accident and money they left me with the other funds from their house and some other stuff that was sold was still untouched in a bank somewhere, so I did not think much of the matter. The day that letter from the lawyer arrived in Tanzania, I had other problems. I was working as a soldier for hire at a diamond mine and two days previously one of our clients had been kidnapped by local gangsters who demanded ransom for his return.
These gangsters were mostly ex-Tanzanian military members who lived from killing and looting local villagers, they could not be trusted to return the client once the ransom has been paid, so we had to go and rescue them. So on the day the letter arrived we attacked their camp and got the client back. Some locals were killed in the crossfire and we got lots of negative publicity and although I was cleared by the follow up investigation, the company decided I should return to Europe where our head offices were located. I did a few more jobs after that, but after getting shot and nearly kicking the bucket I decided to do something else with my life.
So more than a year later I returned to the US and within days of arriving the same lawyer firm contacted me. Two days later I sat in their offices and found out I was a rich man, I had a few million in the bank, a very big house in Los Angles, shares in hotels all over the world and a yacht. I never liked the sea very much, swimming on the beach and diving was ok, but going sailing out into the deep blue wasn't my idea of fun. The Yacht however was somewhere in the Bahamas so I immediately placed an add on the net to sell it. The Yacht to my surprise was worth more than seventy million US dollars.
The lawyers contacted me a day or so later and informed me that If I wanted to sell the yacht I had to wait for six months because my dad had a contract with Columbia pictures and that Columbia were going to make a movie using the Yacht. The money has already been paid, so there was nothing I could do but wait. I decided to fly to the Bahamas and check out the yacht for myself. The yacht named "The Sea Robin" was a 285 foot monster with every luxury onboard, like Jacuzzi, six rooms with bathrooms, massage parlour, gym, diving room and lots more. There was a crew of ten which included the kitchen staff, captain, engineer and cabin boys and some others, so a few days before the film crew arrived we took the yacht out and had one big party just so we all could get acquainted.
The movie they were going to shoot was called "Into The Blue" with Jessica Alba, Paul Walker and some other famous people I did not know. After meeting with the director and getting the shooting schedules I was introduced to the cast and Jessica. She was even more beautiful in real life than on the big screen, I took them all on a tour of the yacht and the director, Miss Alba and two other actors decided they wanted to stay on the yacht. For the first month or so Jessica did not mingle much with us, but it was heaven to see her in a bikini almost everyday. A film crew member got injured and with my previous experience of patching up wounds in the field I quickly fixed his cut and from there onwards everyone came to me with every cut and bruise.
I did allot of diving and sight seeing and one day out of the blue, while planning a trip, Jessica asked if she could go with, since it was only me and the ships engineer a Scotsman called Angus that could drink all day and party all night, even though he was in his late fifties, we did not have a problem with Miss Alba coming with. So we had a great day, laughing at Angus's stories and by the end of the day Jessica came back to the yacht a little drunk but much more friendly. From that day on she mingled more with us and we all became better friends.
A few weeks later the film crew had a weekend off, so having learned how to navigate and drive the yacht by that time, I gave the yachts crew also off. Angus and I decided to visit one of the small islands nearby and check out the local scenery there, Jessica and one of the films make up artists a sexy blond called Sam said they would join us. That Friday night after arriving at the island the four of us played cards and drank till late into the night. Later that night I was on my way to my room when Sam wearing a sheer pink and white night dress stopped me in the hall. We both were a bit drunk and when she grabbed me and began kissing me I did not offer much resistance. Sam after kissing for a while went down on her knees and pulled down my swim shorts, my cock already semi swollen raised to immediate attention when she grabbed it with her long nailed fingers, she began stroking me up and down with slow deliberate movements, after few strokes she would stick out her tongue and lick the tip of my cock before pulling back again.
While stroking my cock she would whisper something like; "ooh yeh big boy, grow hard for me...harder...you are thinking of Jessica's tight little pussy aren't you...I saw the way you undressed her with your eyes...mmm...let me lick you...when you fuck me later you can close your eyes and pretend I'm Jessica" this went on till she enveloped my dick with her thick lips, sucking, pulling and licking me all at once, when she pulled me out of her mouth she would keep on telling me how I should imagine this is Jessica, then she would gorge herself on my cock again.
I was close to coming after a few minutes of this and was just about to suggest that we continue this in my room, when the door next to us opened and Jessica stood there looking pissed off. She looked down at my fully swollen dick and with a blush told us to take it somewhere else, I quickly pushed my penis back into my swimming trunks and apologised for disturbing her, since the mood was ruined I excused myself and left Sam and Jessica in the hall and almost ran to my room.