Robert Desmond - Seduced young wife

A hum filled Lynn Shaffer's ears as she began to arouse herself from her half-sleep. She was dimly aware of a delicious warmth which permeated her entire body, forming tiny beads of perspiration on her forehead and letting a faint dampness invade the sheltered places beneath her arms and down between her small, smoothly rounded thighs. She rolled over onto her back, vaguely conscious now of the texture of the terrycloth towel which lay beneath her, and of the sweltering sun standing high over her in the cloudless Caribbean sky.

The hum grew louder as she began to wake up. She wondered vaguely what it was, and then remembered. Of course. The Vera's motor. Harry Johnson's motor yacht. She thought perhaps the yacht had ceased its gently rhythmic rolling motion, a rolling that had coddled her to sleep on the deck just like her water bed at home, but then had decided it had not.

"Mmmm… Mark?" Lynn murmured quietly, and a faint smile tried to awaken her still sleeping mouth. It was a small mouth, mischievous, almost pixyish but not quite. There were a few strands of long, blonde hair stuck to the dryness of her lips, and she unconsciously pulled them away, licking her lips into life at the same time.

Lynn Shaffer was a small woman, with a neatly formed, symmetrical body, that made one think immediately of a physically mature 16 year-old. And even though Lynn was 30, her face bore none of the traces of wear that begin to worry so many women of that age. Her secret was that she had kept a great deal of the child in her; not consciously, but with an unpretentiousness and ease which was immediately apparent to anyone who looked at her. She had rather large, softly luminous brown eyes, and a slightly turned-up nose, which only combined once again to give her face a childish innocence and a look of boundless energy.

The wind had veered since morning, and now played a cool and refreshing game with the tiny blonde hairs on Lynn's smooth, lovely arms as she lay on the bobbing ship-deck. She sighed pleasurably. Hmm, that felt good. She reached up and loosened the top of her small bikini slightly, and let the wind's freshness drive out some of the heat and dampness from between her firmly rounded breasts. She stretched an arm lazily across her softly flat belly, raised a knee and spread her legs slightly apart to let the air circulate up between her thighs, all the way up to where a few tightly curled pubic hairs managed to escape from the confining grasp of her bikini.

She thought about the last day and a half, and decided she had done a good job. Her husband, Mark, had told her to be friendly to Harry Johnson, and had said that the sale of Mark's used car lot to Harry might depend on the impression they gave him this week. And Lynn had done her best. She instinctively knew when men found her attractive and entertaining, and she knew that Harry Johnson was now numbered among those men. There was nothing premeditated in this, for Lynn was definitely not a scheming woman; it simply grew out of her own vivaciousness and joy. Johnson had been attentive since they had set sail, and Lynn felt now that he was won over.

Harry Johnson was a different man on this cruise than he was at the office, she decided. Here on the boat he was relaxed and very friendly, but at the office… Lynn had worked as a part-time bookkeeper for Harry's used car business for six months now, and had gotten to know first-hand the hard sell drive that had made his lot the largest in Marina, her home town. At first it had seemed strange to be working for someone who was competing with her husband's own car business, but Mark's lot was so small, and they did need the money. Besides, Mark had finally agreed, and had even helped her get the job. Still, she knew that Mark didn't really like the idea, even though she was helping to make ends meet.

Lynn rolled over onto her side, and watched as the azure blue water of the Caribbean slid past the hull of the powerful motor yacht. She was aware now of the gently pitching motion which, if she closed her eyes, made her feel as if her head were growing heavier, only to be lightened again as the bow raised itself out of the water, and sent the weight rushing down through her legs. She concentrated on this peculiarly exciting sensation as it struggled to awaken every part of her body, and the almost imperceptible swaying of her body from side to side against the softness of the towel and the hardness of the deck made her think again of her husband.

"Mark…" she whispered, carefully forming her lips around his name. She smiled. She was happy to be where she was, happy to feel the coolness of the wind across her almost naked body, happy to feel the motion of the sea through that body as though she and all the oceans of the world were one. And she was happiest of all about having the chance to help Mark with his business, to really contribute, to make sure he would know that she wasn't the "little kid" he sometimes called her affectionately.

She could hardly wait to see him in Nassau, even though they'd been married over a year and a half. She hadn't wanted to come on the cruise without him, but everything seemed to have worked out fine. Harry Johnson and his wife Kate had invited them for a week's cruise, and Mark had immediately accepted. Lynn knew that this was an important chance for him to settle the business deal with Harry, who'd offered to buy out Mark's business for a very generous sum. Mark hadn't told her how much, but she knew that it was a lot, and she knew it was very important for Mark to firm up the deal. Mark has ambitions, she thought proudly, and I am going to help him realize them.

At the last minute though, Mark had had to go out of town, to talk with some people in Miami, and he had been afraid that to call off the cruise might offend Johnson and jeopardize his chances of selling his lot. He had asked Harry if he would mind if Lynn went along without him, and if he flew over to meet them after a few days in Nassau. Harry didn't seem to mind, but when Mark had told Lynn she had had reservations.

Lynn laughed at herself now for being so worried. The only thing she could think of last week when Mark told her was being alone with her boss and his wife on a ship for two or three days. She had heard vague rumors about him, rumors she now knew must be circulated about every boss in the world. But Mark had convinced her that if she went and had a good time with the Johnsons, it would help him tremendously in his business deal, and she would enjoy it besides. Kate Johnson had also called her on the telephone that night, and Lynn was reassured that this woman with the friendly voice would be along as well, so what could happen?

Lynn laughed a small laugh to herself and picked at a strand of her windblown hair, which was dancing in wavelike motions around her head. Sometimes she was so afraid of men.

"Grow up," she chided herself, and laughed again. She was on a beautiful yacht in the middle of a wide open sea, with nothing but the sun above her and the surging motion, up and down… up and down…

Lynn dozed off again, rocked into semi-consciousness by the gentle rhythmic pitching of Vera. She would see Mark in another couple of days, and that would make things complete. And he would be proud of her for having made Johnson receptive to the sale. And Mark would run smiling to her… smiling… and his great muscular arms would enfold her… and Mark… he would be so happy with… proud… she was a woman not… little kid… and all right… everything would be all right…

Lynn slept, unthinking, as the Vera plowed her way to the east and Nassau.

Harry Johnson watched as the voluptuous Lynn Shaffer lifted her knee; he swallowed hard as she spread her lusciously inviting legs and rearranged herself on the towel, and wondered what it was going to be like to fuck her hot little pussy. The yacht had been at sea a day and a half, and he hadn't gotten to her yet.