Misty
To be honest, my day was going better than expected. After that tear-filled goodbye at the docks, I asked the guy to drive me to San Nicholas.
“You sure, Miss?” he asked. “This is not the nicest part of the island. You wouldn’t rather go to Palm Beach?”
“I’m not a tourist, and I’m sure,” I replied, firmly. Palm beach, on the northwest coast, was the garden spot, full of luxury resorts and Americans on vacation. And exactly where Tyler and his friends would be. No, I was better off down here, on the south of the island, hidden among the locals.
The driver was right, though. As he dropped me off in the center of what was, at night at least, Aruba’s red light district, I almost questioned my decision. It was not the roughest part of town but, as I stood on the street with my bags, a few native young men noticed me immediately and looked me over, a mixture of lust and hunger in their eyes.
Luckily, my destination was dead ahead. I walked into the incredibly colorful Charlie’s Bar and saw Rufus talking with a couple of the bar flies. He spotted me immediately, stopped midsentence and strode right over. His tall, lean body was so strong there was no way I could stop him from lifting me completely off the ground in an enormous bear hug.
“Missed you, girl,” he rumbled in his thick, Jamaican accent. It was good to see him, to feel safe in his arms once more. I wrapped my legs around his waist. His pure white teeth gleamed like pearls from his dark face as he smiled at my intimate embrace. I kissed him, long and hard, but pulled away when I felt him open my mouth to slip his tongue in. His smile never faded, though. “You still looking damn hot.”
“Put me down,” I commanded. “I’m not here for that.”
“Then what you here for?”
“I need a place to stay and maybe a job. For a little while,” I told him.
Rufus thought for a few moments. I had plenty of money, the amazing tip from Tyler’s charter and the cash from the five others I’d done aboard Aphrodite was in my bag, meaning I wouldn’t need to trouble my bank account for some time. All the same, what I did have would last a lot longer if I could do a little work and not have to pay for a hotel.
Eventually, Rufus smiled that wide smile again. “I got you covered, girl,” he said, picked up my two bags and bid me follow him upstairs. The inside of the bar was just how I remembered it, absolutely covered with posters, pictures, and tacky memorabilia, with historical paraphernalia hanging from the entire ceiling, making it a notable, if slightly notorious, tourist spot. Going up the back staircase, though, the walls became peeling white paint and the air became stifling away from the fans and air conditioning in the bar area.
He took me back up to the room I stayed in when I first arrived in Aruba. It had taken me ten days to confirm my position on Aphrodite, and I’d avoided expensive Palm beach then as well, just in case I ran into any of the yacht crowd; ex-crewmates, ex-charters or former family acquaintances. I’d stopped for a break in Charlie’s while looking for a room in San Nicholas and, obviously, being an attractive white woman eating dinner by herself, Rufus the bar manager had kept me company.
I’d mentioned needing a place to stay and he’d offered me the back room upstairs. It was little more than a chair, a small dresser, some fans, and a mattress on the floor, but it was clean. Rufus let me in and switched on the fans. It was so hot I could feel the sweat beading in the center of my back and running down under my tank top. Thank God I chose to wear shorts, I mused.
We both looked at the mattress on the floor and I knew we were thinking the same thing. We were remembering the three days and nights after I’d landed the job aboard Aphrodite. Rufus and I spent that long weekend talking, surviving mostly on rum, and making love over and over again. I’d told Rufus everything, about my life, what happened to my family, and my plans for revenge. He listened. He never asked anything of me. His firm, tight body responding without fail every time I touched him. Even after he seemed spent beyond exhaustion, I only ever needed to gently stroke his long cock and he was instantly ready for me again.
Nothing mattered in those few long, hot days. I nearly changed my mind about everything. It would have been so easy to forget my revenge, forget the Harcourt family, and just stay in this bar with Rufus forever. However, when it came time to join the crew, I knew that Rufus and I had only been able to enjoy this brief time because we knew it would end. That last fling before heading off on the yacht. I considered it a condemned woman’s last meal, on which I’d gorged happily.
The memories made me smile. I saw Rufus smiling too, and knew he was thinking about trying to sleep with me again. For a second, I was tempted but, just as quickly, I knew it wouldn’t be a good idea, long term. Besides, I thought, Tyler might still find me. I shook my head, banishing that ridiculous thought from my mind.
“I’m sorry, Rufus,” I offered. “I can’t, not now. I understand if you change your mind about me staying.”
Again, Rufus seemed to consider things for an age. “No worries,” he eventually smiled. “You’re welcome as long as you want. I need an evening waitress, ‘kay?”
“Perfect!” I yelled. I flung my arms around his neck and kissed him again.
“Is nice kiss,” smiled Rufus as we broke apart. I nodded. “Do it lower,” he suggested.
I punched him in the chest.
* * *
Two days passed. The evening shifts were fun, lively and went fast enough, but my days were slow. I didn’t really have anywhere to go in the daytime, so I just hung around the bar. I even cleaned or carried a tray, simply because I had nothing better to do. From the time Charlie’s opened, around midday, I sat in the darkened bar, drinking occasionally but mostly simply staying out of the heat, and listening or chatting with Rufus and the barflies until things got busier and my shift started. It wasn’t long before I told Rufus all about Tyler and the charter. Understanding my feelings for him better than I did, it seemed, Rufus said he hoped Tyler would find me soon.
On the third day, the time was rolling around to four in the afternoon and I still hadn’t quite figured out what I was going to do. The hopeful part of me was still expecting Tyler to walk into Charlie’s any minute, while the grown-up part of me knew that it was never going to happen and I should be making plans for my next move.
It’s fucking typical, my brain said, as it often did when I was feeling particularly resentful, everything his family and his father did to me, and he’s allowed to carry on with his carefree life while I, not even having done anything wrong, am probably ostracized from the yachting world and need to find another career. And he’s so rich it wouldn’t even matter if he lost his job. But because he’s so rich, nothing bad ever happens to him. I realized I was fuming and in danger of crushing the glass of water I was holding with my bare hand.
I did what I always did when I felt that way. I wandered over to the classic Wurlitzer jukebox and fed it. I selected Bob Marley and watched the robot arm travel across and pick up the record. I leaned against the glass, feeling it cool on my forehead in the dark heat of the bar, and began to move slowly in time with the music. Dressed in my short-shorts and sandals, my little tank-top with no bra, at least one of the local daytime drinkers must have found it a bit too much. There was a wolf-whistle from behind me. I ignored it. Don’t worry… sang Bob, …Bout a thing…
I congratulated myself on being right. Well done, you knew he wouldn’t come. Gold star for Misty, I said to myself but, just as I thought those words, a familiar voice sounded behind me.
“So, so far you’ve cost me an extra eighty thousand dollars on what I was going to tip.”
His voice was deep, husky, and it made my whole body come alive to hear it. I smiled but didn’t turn around. “Really? How so?” I managed to sound cool and confident, but my heart was pounding like it never had before. …Cause every little thing… Is gonna be all right…
“They told me you’d left, but I knew they’d get your tip to you. I needed to make sure you had enough to be okay till I found you. Leaving ten thousand for everyone was the only solution I could come up with in time.”
I felt him step softly up behind me, so close I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. “Trust me,” I smiled to myself, “they earned every penny.”
Tyler laughed, short but loud. He gently traced his fingers along the backs of my arms until his hands rested on mine. I looked over at Rufus, behind the bar. He gave me a little smile. I blew him a discreet kiss back.
“Well, it’s your own fault. You knew I was off limits and, come to think of it, so were you.”
“You’re right about that,” he said, suddenly spinning me around to face him, “but neither of us is off limits now.”
Our eyes locked and, for a moment, I could feel us gazing deep into each other’s hearts and souls. I was still unsure we were meant to be together but, when Tyler finally kissed me, long and hard, I couldn’t help moaning with the pleasure of it. I leaped up and wrapped my legs around his waist. Again, I found him hard as our covered crotches met. My breath left my body and I couldn’t help grinding myself along the length of him. It felt delicious.
Rufus called out and whistled at us to take it outside. Returning to myself, I realized that this was not the place. It was too public and not really fair on poor Rufus. He might wish us well, but banging right in front of him seemed a little cruel. I whispered into Tyler’s ear for him to follow me and led him upstairs to my makeshift bed.
The journey upstairs, at least, gave me time to remember how angry I was about his position of privilege, my family and the whole bunch of other things that should keep us from being together. We got into the room, Tyler’s face turning to mild confusion as I had him sit on the chair instead of jumping him. I poured two fingers of rum into two glasses. Handed Tyler one and threw mine back in one swallow.
I faced away from him, looking out of my window toward the ocean. “What took you so long?” I asked him.
“You were pretty good at covering your tracks,” he answered. The sunlight poured over me. My clothes weren’t exactly baggy to begin with but, like this, I was pretty sure Tyler was getting a good show, almost as though I was naked.
“Why didn’t you just wait around the corner for me to leave the boat?”
“The captain said you’d left early in the morning. I thought I’d missed you already.”
I smiled. I’d asked sweet old Captain Harper to say that, and he’d been as good as his word. I took a deep breath and asked my next question.
“What happened between you and Ada?”
I heard him laugh again. He told me about their confrontation on the sundeck, Ada’s coup with his board members and the reversal of his decision to invest in Hobbs’s boat building business. The more I heard, the more astonished I felt.
“Wow. She really was the wrong person to piss off, huh?”
“You could say that,” he agreed.
“So, it’s really over between you two?” I wanted to give myself to him, but I needed to be sure.
“I think it’s safe to say that my life may actually be at risk if I set foot in New York or Tokyo, right now.”
Without turning around, I pulled my tank top up over my head and threw it on the floor. I felt my golden curls fall softly down my bare back, as I stayed staring out the window.
“So, why are you still in Aruba?” I asked, softly. “Sounds like you could be bankrupted at any moment.” I heard him stand and step slowly toward me. I crossed my arms over my naked breasts and turned to face him.
“I sold my controlling interest in HHC and stepped down as CEO,” he smiled as he got nearer, his eyes traveling up and down my body with a look of desire in them. “And I invested that money in Hobbs & Son. He has enough capital now to keep his firm going for years. The takeover bid has disappeared, and I’m now executive vice president under Mr. Hobbs himself.” He got within arms distance before I held out my hand to stop him. Tyler gazed at my, now uncovered, full and rounded breasts. “You look more beautiful than I remember,” he breathed.
I gently stooped to peel off my shorts with my other hand. I heard his breath catch in his throat as he saw I wasn’t wearing underwear. Finally standing fully naked before him, I couldn’t help but smile at his reaction, at the look of lust that filled his face.
I guess we’re back here then, I thought to myself, before grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and pulling it apart. He responded by closing the last distance between us and kissing me, hard. Our lips met, almost painfully, Tyler pushing his tongue into my open mouth and gently cupping my face with his big hands. I met his tongue with mine. His tongue was soft, velvety, and lightly spiced with rum. It was almost intoxicating to me and I nearly felt my knees go weak.
I slid my fingers down his hard abs until I could hook them under the waist of his pants. I felt his hands travel lower and caress the soft skin of my breasts, tracing his thumbs across my hardening nipples, before I pulled, trying to yank down his linen slacks.
“Goddam things!” I tore my mouth from him to say. He smiled and undid his own belt. I gave another tug and his pants dropped to the floor. I couldn’t help but bite my lip gently as he pushed down his underwear, until I could finally see him long, hard, and pointing straight at me.
Just the sight of him brought on a deep ache in my pussy. I wanted him inside me again so badly. I beckoned him closer and parked my ass on the edge of the dresser. He approached and I wrapped my legs around him again, hooking my feet together behind his butt, pulling him urgently to me. We both let out a gasp as the soft folds of my waiting hole caressed the throbbing tip of his cock for only the second time.
“I’m dying to be inside you again,” Tyler whispered and, before I could respond, he cupped my buttocks on the dresser, just as he’d done in the galley of Aphrodite, forced his tongue back into my mouth and rammed himself inside me, as urgently as before.
“Oh, fuck!” I groaned once more, as our mouths broke apart. “I can’t believe how good you feel…”
“This time,” I heard him snarl against the soft skin on the side of my neck, “I’m going to fuck you so good you won’t ever want to run away.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but he quickly withdrew then slammed his hips into mine so hard, driving his thick shaft deeper into my willing pussy than he’d ever reached before, and forcing a desperate, drawn out cry from my lips that I was powerless to stop.
My hands went to his head, my fingers twisting into his thick, dark hair, and I dragged his lips down to my chest again, offering up my soft breasts and pointed, eager nipples for him to lick, bite and suck. As he feasted on my grateful tits, he didn’t stop fucking me. His hot cock twitching as he slid smoothly into me, every ridge and vein of him dragging along my tingling, sensitive walls, each sure, steady, relentless movement forcing another delighted sigh or moan from my lips. I never wanted him to stop. I wanted, I needed him to just keep exquisitely penetrating me for the rest of our lives.
Without warning, he suddenly increased his pace. His gorgeous face was quickly level with mine, his mouth open slightly as he began hammering into me more vigorously. The look of pure lust on his face made me shiver, and I felt my pussy clamp tighter around him as a newer, stronger trembling sensation overtook me. I couldn’t stop myself from suddenly devouring his soft lips, drawing his delicious tongue into my mouth as I felt my body begin to melt.
I couldn’t hold back anymore, and I didn’t want to. “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Don’t stop!” I heard myself yelling as my pussy finally exploded around him, shooting out white-hot pleasure signals through every muscle and fiber of my being and turning my dripping, pulsating body into a grinding, writhing thing.
I felt myself falling back, back toward the dresser. Only my hands, my nails digging into the back of his neck saved me. As the thundering ecstasy pounded through my head, my eyes opened long enough to look down my slim, naked form, passed my breasts as they bounced in time to Tyler’s urgent thrusts, over my tight stomach as it curved to better angle my pussy for him, down to the bare mound between my thighs and the incredibly erotic sight of his great rod rhythmically appearing and disappearing as he slammed it inside me.
“Oh, my God! Oh, fuck!” Tyler startled me by suddenly growling. Somewhere deep inside me, even among my wild thrashing, I felt him tense and pulse.
“I want it, baby,” I managed to breathe. “Shoot your load in my pussy! Give me everything you’ve got!”
He let out a loud, animal roar and I couldn’t help grinding on him even harder, trying to cram as much of his marble-hard cock into me as I could, before his swollen erection finally burst inside me, throbbing uncontrollably as he spilled his hot seed deep in my pussy, shooting out volley after volley until I thought I couldn’t hold any more.
His legs seemed to give out but he still had enough control to guide us toward the mattress. We tumbled slowly until Tyler landed on his back and I just about stayed on top of him, his twitching member still buried inside me. I giggled as we hit the floor, then stayed still. A small gasp escaped my lips as I felt his final shot expelled deep within me, before we both let out a deep, satisfied sigh.
* * *
Still straddling him, I bent forward to kiss him on the lips. “Oh, my God!” I breathed, “and to think I’d decided not to see you again.”
“You really feel that way?” he asked. I looked questioningly at him for a second. “Henry did a lot of digging very quickly to try and figure out where you were.”
That knot began to form in my stomach again, even as I could still feel his dick softening inside me. What has he found out?
“I know about your father, your family, your dad’s business and what my father made happen,” he said. I went to lift myself off him but he held me in place. “And I’m sorry. He was a bastard!” Tyler hissed. “He didn’t care about the thousands of lives he ruined by breaking up companies and laying people off, and he didn’t care about the two lives he ruined more than anyone. My mother’s and mine. She was beautiful, but as soon as she passed thirty-eight he was fooling around with younger women. Girls really. He didn’t even try to hide it. If my mother spoke up he’d hit her. If I tried to help her, he’d punch me. We went to the police, but his lawyers made sure no one knew anything. We became prisoners in our own home until he eventually did the decent thing and died,” Tyler finally seemed to notice that tears were running down his cheeks, “Even then he made sure that my mom got nothing. Everything went to me, but only if I kept running his firm. The only thing I can do is try to not be like him, every chance I get.”
I lay down beside him stroking his cheek softly. “So, you knew I was only looking for you for revenge?” I asked him.
“I figured it out,” he replied.
“And you still came to find me?”
“I fell in love with you. It felt like you’d fallen for me too. I had to find out. Besides,” his mouth shifted into a grin, “I’m now majority shareholder and executive VP of a yacht building company, and I clearly know nothing about yachts. I had to find me an expert.” He laughed as I bit his nipple.
“So, how did you find me?” I asked, kissing my way down his chest.
“Odd thing,” he began, “Henry was trying everything. He hired two PIs, expensive ones, and we got ready for a long wait before we heard anything. But last night we got a message from Rufus.”
“Rufus, downstairs Rufus?” I gasped. I’d almost licked my way down his stomach.
“Yeah. I guess he heard we were looking for you and called us direct, saying you were here.” I heard him sigh as my lips found their way further down still, my fingers gently running along his cock, coaxing it back to life.
I smiled to myself. It felt good to have people that cared so much about me. Rufus, putting his feelings aside so I could be happy. I thought of Tarquin and Tanya, and the kindness shown by Captain Harper. And then I thought of Tyler. I gently licked my way up his stiffening shaft, pausing before taking the head of him in my mouth.
“Does that mean,” I asked quietly, “that you’re not a billionaire anymore?”
“If I say ‘no’, are you going to stop what you are doing?”
“…”
The End