The vacation had gone well in Hong Kong, she had seduced the co-pilot of the flight and spent a few idyllic days sightseeing and shopping. Her father finally agreed to let loose the shackles and let her travel on her own, instead of with her ever-present travelling companion Jenson. He was a good man, and handy to have in a crisis, but he was just another of her fathers employees . “Stooges.” she thought with a delightful giggle and a mischievous smile crossed her lips.
Her little deception had paid off, here she was on a ship, bound for Los Angeles, not on an airliner like her father and minions had arranged for her. She had slipped off the driver at the airport and snuck back to the city for another day of fun before boarding the Sun Princess. She had managed to tip her way into a first class cabin. The ship was full of fun loving party people, sailing home on the return leg of a full world tour. The ship would take at least a week to sail across the Pacific to LA, and she could always jump ship in Hawaii, if she felt like it.
She needed this last week of complete rest and fun, as her father had found her a job in one of his corporations many offices. She would live with her brother Mason in Hollywood until she found her feet in LA, then she would strike out into a place of her own. Her brother was a digital artist for Universal Studios in Hollywood, she was sure that living with him for a few months would be entertaining. She envied her brother, just 2 years older than her 23 years, but fiercely independent and her father treated him like a man, not like a little girl, the way he did with her.
The new job at the office sounded like fun, a Personal Assistant to the CEO of DataWest Banking, the american arm of her fathers corporate empire. She would be working for Mr Derek Andrews, a man she had just met in Hong Kong 2 days earlier. He seemed to be genuine and kind, telling her of his own trials and tribulations with his 18 year old daughter Abby. A headstrong girl, much like Selena, she had been drinking at her boarding school and almost got kicked out on several occasions. She had taken up with the wrong crowd and generally made her father look ten years older than the 39 he really was.
Selena looked forward to meeting Abby in LA at sometime, she had made an agreement with Derek that she would try and help her ‘straighten up and fly right’ if she could.
The steward broke her reverie: “Another drink, Miss?” She smiled her dazzling smile and shook her head.
“Not just now thanks, I’m going to get changed for dinner.” She stood up and stretched her long lithe body, much to the delight of the steward. He eyed her hungrily and carried on down the aft deck.
Selena strolled down the deck, heading for the cabin. She was in no hurry, the two vodkas she had consumed while sunbathing had just a little effect on her, making her smiley and happy and a little bit buzzed. She grinned at a man as she passed, causing his wife to smack his arm as he lingered just a little to admire her fine figure. She was a natural flirt and chuckled to herself as she heard the harried husband being scolded by his wife.
With a grin still on her face, she opened the cabin door and stepped inside. She crossed the room and reached in and started the shower. She untied the white silk robe and threw it on the bed, revealing her lithe tanned body clad only in a flimsy white string bikini.
She stepped in front of the mirror glassed wardrobe and untied the strings to her top, letting it fall away. She admired her breasts, cupping their weight in her hands and brushing her fingertips lightly over her protruding brown nipples. A shiver of pleasure swept through her body and she shuddered slightly at the thought. She let go of her right breast and trailed her hand down over her flat stomach. Goosebumps broke out on her skin, and she revelled at her own fingers light but sensual touch. She pressed lower, taking her time and watching her reflection as her hand reached the waistband and slid under it. She bit her lip gently and pushed her hand down lower still, over her clean shaven mound. She trembled as the sensations she was causing strengthened and she watched in delight as her nipples hardened and rose to their full glory. She rolled her left nipple between her fingers and let out a sigh. Her right hand pressed against her mound and she gently brushed it against her clitoral hood. Her knees gave out and she staggered slightly before falling onto her back across the bed, her hand never leaving her breast, while her other hand busied itself between her lips, probing and swirling in a pattern of delight.
Her breathing was becoming laboured and her lips began to moisten at her ministrations. Her low sighs became moans as she pushed her hips upward to meet her fingers. She managed to undo the strings holding the wispy piece of nylon fabric covering her and she let it fall away. She spread her thighs wide and slid her index finger into her soft folds. She gasped as she penetrated herself and rolled her thumb over her clit, now swollen and engorged. She bit down harder on her lip and entered herself with a second finger. She was moaning harder and shaking her head from side to side as she probed and teased herself closer and closer to the brink, her body was taut and thrumming with pleasure as her orgasm built into a crescendo of delight and waves of pleasure swept over her.
The room spun around her and the lights dimmed and flashed in her mind as her orgasm swept her back and forth. She cried out, a scream not of horror but one of deep and lusty pleasure. Her hand fell away from her breast and she clutched the sheet below her, hanging on to the bed as it spun her out of control and into the abyss of ecstasy. Her mind flew back to the time in the aircrafts sleeping berth with her kiwi lover and she fainted from the pleasure and release she had caused herself.
She woke an hour later, naked, sprawled across the sheet, the room was hot and humid, almost like a sauna. She had left the shower running and the steam made the air like cotton wool. She stood up on unsteady legs and crossed to the porthole and opened it. A cool sea breeze rushed in, tainting the humid air with its salty fragrance. She moved into the cabins small bathroom and ran her hands under the stream of warm water pouring from the showerhead. She stepped under the stream and allowed the water to play across her slender back and down over her shapely ass and long legs. She savoured this for a few moments before washing and conditioning her long tresses of lustrous red hair. She stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel, before padding out into the bedroom. She dried herself and hummed a happy tune as she thought about the night to come, the fun she would have dancing and drinking and living it up. She had made up her mind, tonight she would conquest. She would use her ample feminine charms to woo a man, she needed the sexual release that passionate lovemaking would bring. Her brief exploits earlier had not satisfied her, only working to stir up the lust for sex that boiled within her, never far from the surface.