I'm on a boat. Not just any boat of course, I'm on Skylar's 138 foot superyacht. Skylar invited a few dozen people from the mainland too, and they're all dancing to some trashy techno song. I'm leaning against the railing, looking out at the water as the sun begins to fall beneath the horizon. Even all the way out here, the sun is still hot as hell, and I can feel my back warming up. I'm the only one still wearing a shirt - the rest of the guys are just wearing swimming trunks, and most of the girls are wearing bikinis.
After a few minutes, I get too hot and I pull off my shirt. I kept it on for as long as I could, since I'm always joined by a small group of women whenever I take it off. Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing though. I could use a distraction from the constant boredom that seems to follow me around like a plague.
I turn away from the yacht's railing, looking around at the girls on this end of the boat. They're attractive, but none of them really draw my attention. Just the classic uninteresting groupies. In fact, I'm considering heading back to the mainland early. That is, until I notice Her. She's leaning against the bar, slowly sipping a margarita as she watches the sunset too.
She's wearing a short turquoise tank top that shows off her midriff, and a black miniskirt. Her dark, tanned skin looks so soft that I just want to run my fingers down her bare arms. Her long straight hair is darker than night, and as she turns to look in my direction, I notice that she has big Brown eyes too.
I leave the railing, walking over to the girl. She smiles as I join her, and I can tell that she was in need of some company. I stand next to her, smiling back as I lean against the bar. "This yours?" She asks, gesturing towards the boat before taking a sip from her glass. I watch her lips as she does, and I almost miss the question.
"Uh no, it belongs to one of my friends," I reply.
"Oh. You seemed like the kind of guy who would own something like this," she replies with a smirk.
"Oh yeah? How's that?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
"Standing over there at the railing, brooding by yourself while everyone else dances," She replies with a playful grin.
"Which is completely different from standing over here by yourself, right?" I reply with mock seriousness
"Shutup," she mutters into her glass as she takes another sip. I laugh as she does, and she can't help but smile.
"I'm Zahra," She says, putting her glass down on the bar
"Damian," I reply, introducing myself as the bartender refills her drink. "So tell me Zahra, what is a pretty girl like you doing over here by herself?" I ask
She shrugs, "Not my kind of music, I guess," she replies, referring to the almost obnoxiously loud dubstep playing on the top deck of the boat.
"Not mine either really...if I'd had a choice, I wouldn't have played any dubstep at all, but its not my yacht, so," I reply with a shrug. "Wanna get out of here?"
"Sure," Zahra replies, setting down her margarita. She gets up from the bar, following me to a large door leading inside the yacht. Inside, the hallway is adorned with all kinds of gold trim and expensive-looking paintings.
Zahra stops at a portrait of an old man with a baseball bat and laughs. I stand beside her, putting my hand on her lower back. As I do, I feel her stiffen for a fraction of a second, but then she relaxes. I had never noticed before, but the man in the painting actually has two different coloured eyes - one a light brown and the other a dark blue .
"Who's that?" She asks, leaning in towards me slightly.
I shrug. "No clue," I reply with a laugh. "Maybe it's the world's oldest baseball player,"
Zahra rolls her eyes, continuing to walk down the hallway. "That would make a dumb picture," she replies. I follow her to the next picture. This one is a landscape drawing of large hill with a small white house. I can actually remember when this one was painted - I was sleeping in the white house at the time.
Standing next to her, I put my hand on her back again, but this time I slide it a little lower, letting my hand rest over her ass. I give it a small squeeze and Zahra puts one of her arms around my waist too. "Have you seen any of these places?" She asks, her eyes not leaving the picture.
"Some," I reply. "They look far more beautiful in person," Then we keep moving down the hallway to an open door. Inside, Brodie and Sky are sitting at a table, playing a card game.
Brodie looks up as we enter, laughing from an earlier joke. "Deal us in the next round," Zahra says. The two of us sit down on one side of the table, Brodie and Sky on the other side. As we watch them finish their game, I secretly move my hand under the table and rest it on Zahras thigh. I look over to see her already watching me. I give her a flirtatious look, raising one of my eyebrows with a half-grin.
She just crinkles her nose adorably, looking away to watch Sky and Brody play. Then I start to slowly rub the palm of my hand up and down her thigh. The table cloth hides my actions from everyone else. I slowly trace my fingers up the inside of her thigh, stopping just under her skirt before slowly moving them back down to a few inches above her knee.
I don't speed up or slow down, keeping the same pace for the next few minutes. After a while, Zahra starts to squirm slightly in her chair. I wouldn't have even noticed if I hadn't been a secretly watching her.
Then I move my hand higher up her skirt, feeling the heat emanating from her crotch. I don't touch her there yet though, getting close but slowly moving my hand back down to the bottom edge of her skirt.
Then Zahra frowns down at the table, and I can tell she's starting to get frustrated from my teasing. I move my hand back up her skirt, feeling a slight dampness near the top of her thigh before even touching her snatch, and I can tell I've turned her on.
I keep going higher, eventually pressing my fingers against her wet panties. As I do, Zahra sucks in a deep breath, letting it out slowly as I begin to tease her through the thin material. I slowly rub my the tips of fingers up and down her pussy lips, Brodie and Sky none the wiser.
