This is the beginning of my previous Tawny story. Read that first if you like.
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Off the coast of Bermuda it was early evening and the moon was casting its glow upon the water. They were docked in a cozy inlet where they had been for several days. It was a small and unpopulated island not far from the mainland and the air was still warm and catching the strands of Tawny's long red hair. She took a sip of wine and curled her legs up underneath her. Her bikini was green and her bare feet boasted a silvery nail polish.
Her mother Isabelle was below with her soon to be husband, and the older woman's mood was really bad. In truth she was growing tired of her mother's adventures. Her nineteenth birthday had just past and she was forced to travel around with her mother. Currently Isabelle was doing a tour around the islands, conning men into taking them when money got low. Since her third divorce, Isabelle was running low on funds yet it didn't seem to stop her from partying. Her current lover was a man named Giovanni, he being about fifty and the owner of the beautiful yacht they were spending time on.
Tawny's friends gushed about her exciting lifestyle but they didn't know all the low points, like the one time they were abandoned in the French countryside and had to hike back to civilization. At one point she'd sprained her ankle and each step became torture. However she didn't bother to explain, all that interested them was the highlights.
This time seemed to be different. Giovanni wanted to marry Isabelle and bring her and Tawny back to his home in Boston. Already they talked plans and Tawny couldn't figure it out. Isabelle was so unstable, and the years of partying were wrecking havoc on her beauty. On the other hand, Giovanni was the picture of health, tanned and in good shape.
Giovanni also looked at her too. With her green eyes and curvy body it was easy for her to gain the attention of men and Giovanni was no exception. She felt his eyes on her often and she wore as little as possible in his presence, if for nothing more than to piss her mother off.
She glanced over at the smaller boat attached to the yacht and bobbing in the water. Worst case scenario she and Isabelle could always leave in that back to the mainland if her behavior got to out of control.
"Deep thoughts?"
Tawny glanced up and Giovanni was standing in front of her clad in tight swimming trunks. His bulge was evident and she couldn't help but notice. The other morning she had caught him sunbathing on deck laying on his stomach and his firm ass in full view. That was the first time she had the desire to touch it, and feel him enter her hard.
"Hello. Tawny?"
She laughed. "I guess I was. How are you?"
"Not great," he said sitting down across from her. "Your mother is quite upset. I gave her sleeping pills to calm down."
"I'm sorry. Is she asleep?"
"Yes she is."
"Listen," Tawny leaned towards him. "Be honest, do you really want to marry her?"
He sighed. "I don't know. I told her I was having doubts. Your mother...Isabelle... is very unpredictable."
"You don't have to tell me. I understand."
"I am sorry she drags you all over. A beautiful girl like you needs to have her own life, not keeping her mother out of trouble."
"It hasn't been all bad really."
He gazed at her intently. "Do you think I should marry her?"
"Well," Tawny shifted in her seat and she saw his eyes stray to her legs, following the line up to the curve of her ass. "It would be better for her than you."
"I think I still might though."
"Why?"
"Because," he said, leaning forward and running his hand up her leg. "I am rather fond of her daughter."
"I see." Tawny stood up and felt a little dizzy. "I should go to bed. To much wine."
"Have I shocked you?"
He continued trailing his fingers up her leg and looking up at her. She wasn't sure what to think.
"I've seen you looking at me Tawny. More than once... as I have looked at you."
"Yes but-""
He moved his hand around and boldly ran his fingers over her pussy and she gasped.
"You can play scared little girl if you want. In fact, that will turn me on but we both know you're anything but innocent. Do you like how I am touching you Tawny?"
"Vanni...my mother?"
"She won't be waking up for quite awhile, I promise you."
She sighed as his hand cupped her pussy, his thumb rubbing her through the thin fabric. He groaned and moved closer to her.
"You are wet for me. God, that is such a turn on," he said huskily. "Back in New York did you have a boyfriend?"
She nodded.
"I am sure Isabelle's men have lusted after you," he continued rubbing her. "Have you fucked any of them? No blushing now. Be honest."
"A few yes. I couldn't help myself."
"Mmhmm, of course not baby. I am sure the idea of fucking your mother then sneaking off to fuck you was so delicious. Come here."
He pulled her onto his lap and she felt his hard cock pressed against her pussy. He yanked off her bikini top and sucked a nipple deep into his mouth and she moaned. He gripped her ass in his hands as he suckled her nipples. His traced his tongue up her throat and began kissing her, deep wet kissing and she put her arms around his neck and clung to him.
"Grind on my cock," he said in her ear. Her pussy aching, she start to rub and the feel of the thin material separating them was so incredibly sexy. She felt his hands tighten even more on her ass, moving her back and forth.
"Ah fuck," he groaned against her neck as he nibbled there, "you are getting so wet I can smell it. Do you need it baby?"
