He was gorgeous. I first noticed him with wealthy widow number one at the buffet breakfast. His hand was resting on her ring-encrusted fingers. The same evening he was in the cocktail bar with bejewelled matron number two, sipping champagne cocktails. I was surprised when he targeted me in the ship’s casino the following evening, since I’m hardly of the blue-rinse generation, but it soon became clear that it wasn’t my jewellery he was interested in.
I’d just let a hundred bucks ride on red. ‘Risky.’
I looked up at the curly black hair, bright blue eyes, immaculate tuxedo and red bow tie.
‘What?’
‘Letting it ride. Too risky.’ The croupier’s voice rang out. ‘Twenty-three, red!’
‘I like risks.’
I let the bet ride again.
‘So I see. My name’s Peter.’ ‘Five, red!’
‘Lucky girl, er…’ ‘Suzanne.’ I stood up.
‘This is a lucky seat. Want it?’ ‘No thanks, I’m not a gambler.’ ‘Prefer a sure thing, do you?’
He stayed by my side as I moved away from the table. ‘What’s a sure thing, Suzanne?’
I decided to have some fun with him.
I’d been without for too long. There’d been no time since the last job. In any case, I wanted to be sure my instincts about him were right. And he was gorgeous.
‘How about we have dinner? You might find out. The bar at eight?’
Two hours later, we were sitting in a quiet corner of the dining room. The food and wine were exquisite.
Peter was an extremely entertaining companion. He regaled me with risqué stories of his experiences in the Far East.
He claimed to be a jeweller, travelling in search of gemstones for his London business.
The ship was docking in Singapore next morning and he asked me if I was going ashore.
‘No, Peter, I’m having a day in the beauty parlour.’ Was there a flicker of relief on his face?
‘The beauty parlour? You’re beautiful already.’
‘Very gallant. Do you think flattery might get you somewhere?’
‘Maybe.’
‘Fancy a stroll on deck?’
I steered us to a dark area by the lifeboats, looped my arms around his neck, and kissed him.
The kiss was long, slow and deep. Our tongues played together and there was a familiar tingling between my thighs.
I felt his hand on the front of my dress, and my nipples hardened as he fondled my breasts through the silk.
I dropped my hand down between his legs and heard him gasp as I ran my fingers up and down his erection.
I broke the kiss and whispered in his ear. ‘Nice cock, Peter.’
He started to speak, but I closed his mouth with mine, while I unbuttoned his black, formal trousers, pushed them down and wriggled my fingers under the waistband of his underpants.
His cock was rock hard and he groaned as I wrapped my fingers around it and eased it free.
‘Your place, Peter?’ ‘Yes!’
‘Okay, tell me the way and I’ll lead you there.’
I started to move, pulling gently on the hot pole of flesh. ‘What, like this?’
‘Yes, Peter.’
‘I…we…can’t!’
‘Don’t you want to make love to me, Peter?’
‘Of course I do, but…ahhh…’ His voice faltered as I ran my hand up and down the length of his cock.
‘Come along then, there’s a good boy. Pull your trousers up.’
We saw no one until we reached the elevator, where we found one of his companions of the previous day. Peter edged into a corner and pulled me in front of him.
‘Peter,’ the elderly lady said, reproachfully. ‘After this afternoon I was hoping you’d come back to my cabin, but I see you have a new friend.’
I squeezed hard and he groaned, deep in his throat.
She peered closely at us and I stepped to one side. Her eyes widened as she saw what I held in my hand.
‘Disgusting!’ she hissed, and pushed past as the doors opened.
‘Whatever were you doing in her cabin, Peter?’ ‘Oh, just evaluating some jewellery for her.’
I stepped out of the elevator and tugged his rigid cock. ‘Funny, I thought she recognized this guy. Right, which is your cabin?’
Once we were inside the cabin I released him and stood back. His face was flushed, and tiny beads of sweat stood out on his forehead. He let his trousers fall to his ankles and grinned.
‘You’re a wicked bitch.’ His voice was hoarse.
‘That’s probably a good description. Stand still.’
He stood while I stripped him of his jacket, unclipped the red bow tie and placed it, with his gold cuff links, on a table by the bed. I unbuttoned his dress shirt and pulled it away. His upper body was hard and muscular and I ran my hand down his flat stomach and tickled the red, swollen head of his cock, which was poking out above the elastic band of his pants.
‘He looks uncomfortable.’
I hooked my thumbs in his pants and pushed them down to join his trousers. He kicked the garments away, lifted each leg in turn and pulled off his shoes and socks.
I stepped back and looked him up and down. ‘Very nice, Peter. Just one thing.’
I retrieved the bow tie and fastened it back around his neck.
‘Perfect.’
I turned my back.
‘Unhook my dress, and unzip me.’
I let the dress fall to the floor and turned back to him. You like?’
He nodded, wordlessly.
I unhooked my bra and let it fall away and watched his eyes lock on to my breasts.
‘Come on.’
I took his cock back in my hand and led him to the bed. ‘Lie back.’
I stretched myself alongside him and played with the swollen head of his cock, slippery with pre-come.
‘Suck my nipples, Peter.’
He lowered his head to my breasts. He sucked first one nipple and then the other until they were hard and swollen.
His hand moved down and stroked the front of my panties. He was gentle as he shifted the silk aside and played with my pussy. I groaned as he slipped first one, then two fingers inside me.
‘Take my panties off, sweetheart.’
He knelt between my legs and peeled the wet silk away, placed his palms on the inside of my thighs and eased them apart.
His head came down and I squirmed as the tip of his tongue parted my pussy lips. His fingers found the hood of flesh guarding my clit and rolled it back.
My breasts were tingling and I could feel the throbbing between my legs.
His tongue slipped in and out of my vagina and a fingertip traced a circle around my clit, never quite touching it. His tongue began a leisurely journey upwards, and I arched upwards off the sheets when the tip touched the swollen button. He sucked it between his lips, rolling his tongue around it until my whole body was quivering.
I could feel my orgasm beginning. As it built he began flicking his tongue across my clit, faster and faster.
I felt like a tensed-up spring. He slid his fingers inside me again and began thrusting them in and out until I came suddenly, in wave after wave of pleasure. I heard myself scream as I clamped my thighs on his head, and collapsed back on the sheets. I felt him moving over me, and his tongue probed at my lips. It was slick with my juice and I sucked it into my mouth. The head of his cock touched the entrance to my vagina and I thrust up to meet it and groaned again as he slid it in with one hard thrust. I lifted my legs, wrapped them around his waist and tightened my arms around him.
‘That was gorgeous. Do it to me again with your cock.’
He started with long, slow strokes, filling me and withdrawing almost completely, trying to tease me. I let him play for a while, then waited until he was fully immersed and gripped him with my internal muscles. He groaned and I laughed softly.
‘Faster now, sweetheart, or I’ll snap it off.’
He began to fuck me hard, moving faster and faster until once again the hot tingling began and the muscles around my vagina bunched tight.
I was gasping and I could feel Peter’s hot breath on my face as we bucked frantically together on the squealing bedsprings.
His voice rasped in my ear. ‘Oh Christ baby, I’m going to come, oh yeah, yeah…fuck!’
I could feel his cock swelling inside me as I ripped my fingernails down his back and came, in a series of long, delicious shudders. He let out a long rasping groan, and his seed spurted as his cock pumped furiously inside me.
We talked for a while afterwards, and drank cold white wine from the refrigerator. He told me some more stories, much more graphic this time, of his experiences with Asian women.
‘But Asian girls are usually servile,’ he said. ‘I really like women who go for what they want. Women like you.’
We drank some more wine and I watched his cock slowly getting hard. I played with him for a long time, using my fingers, teasing and tantalizing him until I was ready. I rode him this time, controlling him, stopping and starting until neither of us could take any more. The tiny alarm in my wristwatch woke me at six in the morning. Peter was lying on his back, his erection pointing to the ceiling.
I slipped off the bed, careful not to wake him, padded over to the refrigerator and poured a glass of orange juice. I took the little bottle from my purse, and added ten drops of its contents to the glass. I hadn’t expected to need it on this trip, but Mickey Finn has helped me out in the past.
I shook Peter and held out the glass. ‘Room service.’
He stared at me groggily for a moment, then sat up and drank it down.
Choral hydrate usually takes about forty minutes to take effect. I needed to keep him busy until then, and I thought he deserved a treat.
‘Lie back.’
I started on his balls, weighing them in my hand, and licking underneath them while I squeezed them gently. Then I went to work on his cock, holding it in the tips of my fingers and licking the full length of the shaft. I tickled the sensitive skin on the back of the head with my fingernails and with my tongue. The red-purple head was swollen and I ran my tongue round and around it, and rubbed the ball of my thumb back and forth across the slit.
He was panting hard by now, and I kissed the tip and breathed hard on it. I raised my head and looked into his eyes, which were beginning to glaze.
‘Yes?’
‘Please!’
The way to a man’s heart may be through his stomach, but the way to his brain is definitely through his cock. If you want him brain dead, that is. I took it between my lips and began to suck. Twenty minutes later, he was breathing raggedly and his eyes were beginning to close. I had used my lips and fingers to bring him to the brink three times. His cock was throbbing and his eyes begged me to make him come.
‘This time, baby.’
After a couple more minutes his hips joined the rhythm of my bobbing head. I waited until the last moment to remove my lips and he moaned helplessly as hot jets of fluid splattered on to his stomach.
He flopped back and his eyes closed. He would be unconscious for about eight hours. I cleaned myself up and got dressed. Now I’d discover whether my instincts had been right. His wallet contained about U$5000 and business cards in various names, one of which was Peter Armstrong, FGA, International Jewels Ltd. The drawer in the bedside table contained three passports in three different names, a first-class air ticket from Singapore to London with today’s date, and another U$10,000 dollars in cash.
I put the cash in my purse It could join the rest of the laundered money I had placed in bank accounts at various ports of call during the voyage. Then I struck pay dirt.
In the wardrobe, I found a small jewel box containing two rings, which looked very like those that had adorned the fingers of the reproachful elderly lady.
I looked down at the naked figure on the bed. ‘Naughty,’ I murmured.
He was still wearing his black socks, and the red bow tie was still around his neck. I transferred it to his flaccid cock.
‘Oh for a camera.’
I picked up cuff links, dropped them in my purse, went out and hung the Do Not Disturb notice on the door.
Back in my stateroom I stripped, showered, put on clean clothes and packed a few essentials into a small bag. The black wig and heavy glasses, my three passports…
The U$15,000 dollars would more than cover the cost of the flight back to the States, and I could pick up a couple of new outfits in Singapore.
Then I had the bank accounts, and those rings. And the cuff links.
The boom of the ship’s siren announced our arrival in port and I laughed out loud at the thought of Peter confronting his lady friend.
He’d survive, after all he was gorgeous. It takes one to spot one…
