David saw Katya standing by the gate to the dock; her bag on the ground, one hand raised signalling to him. He stepped off the yacht and walked quickly along the dockside to the gate and slapped the button to release the lock. The gate swung open and they were standing together, alone, nothing between them but the warm sea air and the heavy expectation of what was about to happen.

He smiled sweetly at her hoping that it would relax some of the tension. No words were exchanged, just searching eye-contact. She followed him down the ramp to the dockside and he held her hand as she boarded the yacht. That was their first physical contact in the months since their sexual encounter. He had wanted to make this journey with her ever since that first incredibly passionate fuck the year before. How could he behave this way? He was a married man and Katya was their housekeeper for god sake!

David was fifty-three years old, with an athletic body which came from years of running, swimming, and cycling. He had cool blue eyes and a frostbitten look to his face. His jaw and chin were covered with a patchwork of auburn, brown and white stubble. He worked from home, as a writer, which rewarded him with a comfortable home for his wife and children. Recently, though, he had become restless, searching for a new outlet for his sexual needs. His wife was no longer interested in sex and so David was left with few options.

Katya was ten years younger than David, but her appearance was that of a younger woman. Men often guessed her to be in her mid-thirties. She was small but strong, with lean, flexible limbs and a quiet purposefulness. Years of working as a housekeeper had given her great strength and flexibility. Her eyes were bright grey and mischiveous, her lips slightly curved up at the sides, giving her a cheeky expression. Her hair was dark and kept neck-length.

She had surprised him early one morning. As soon as she knew David's wife and children would be away for the weekend, she planned her attack. She let herself into the house with her set of keys. Silently, she crept up the stairs and entered his bedroom, and, as he slept, she carefully took a belt from his robe and tied his hands behind his back.
 

David woke with a start and saw Katya looking down at him, grinning. She climbed onto the bed and ripped off the cover. He was naked with hands tied and he felt very vulnerable, but Katya reassured him, "Don't worry, I am not about to steal your motorcycle keys."

He relaxed slightly and Katya sat carefully on his legs so that he was now completely immobilised. She stroked his hairy chest with her fingertips which felt like exquisite torture to David. After he had stopped screaming with ticklish terror, she moved up his body to sit gently on his chest, looking down at his red, smiling face. Her thighs at the side of his head, she slowly moved her pussy down on to his stubbly face. He could not get away, her firm thighs stopping his head from turning. He was helpless, unable to escape, unwilling to stop it.

She took her pleasure from his face, moving slowly and rhythmically over his rough chin and mouth. He opened his mouth and licked her, he could taste her juicy pussy lips and smell her musk. She felt soft and warm, her moistness smearing over his facial hair. Her motion became faster and rougher, she was applying more pressure on his face, taking her pleasure from the texture of his stubble. She was breathing faster now and calling out his name. "Oh, David, yes, David, David, yes!" 

Her legs started to tremble and her motions became jerky and erratic. She was pushing and grinding her pussy over his chin and open mouth and tongue. She brought two fingers down to her wet hole and started rubbing them against her clitoris and then ramming them into her vulva. She pushed her fingers in and out, as fast as she could. She tensed her body as she reached her orgasm and let out a soft jet of sweet tasting juice over David's face. She gasped a low cry of relief and relaxed her body, releasing his head from her thigh vice. David's face was glistening with her juice and his expression was one of shock and delight. Katya looked down on him and laughed. "Oh, you are a good boy, David." she said and wiped his face with her palms. David did not reply, he was still shocked at what was happening and was enjoying the moment too much to ruin it by blurting out some inane response.

Katya turned around and started to massage his chest. This time he was totally relaxed, the blood could flow freely around all parts of his body, filling his muscles, flooding into his penis which was, by then, thick and firm and ready for action. Katya took his penis in her hands, gripping it firmly. He could not move his arms but his legs were still free.

He lifted his knees and clamped them against the side of Katya’s head. Slowly he brought his knees and her head down, until her mouth was hovering just above his groin. Katya pulled hard on his penis and he thrust his pelvis upwards. The head of his penis pressed against her lips and she opened her mouth. His stiff penis entered her hot, wet mouth, filling it completely. He hooked his knee around the back of Katya's head, trapping her against his crotch. She wrapped her hands around his thighs and brought her head back as far as she could and looked up at David. There he could watch her as she sucked his cock greedily.

Saliva was dribbling from the corner of her mouth and her breathing was fast and excited. He released her head so she could have room to operate. She took the base of his cock in one hand and pulled on his scrotum with her other. She was moving her wet mouth over the head of his cock which had grown bigger than it had done for many years. David looked down with fascination as Kayta rolled her tongue around the tip and shaft. She tilted her head to the side and pushed the head of his cock into her mouth so that her cheek bulged with the shape of his cock. She held it there and looked up at him, fluttering her eyelids coquettishly. This made David groan with lust.

"Oh, yes, I like that!" he said.

She released him from her mouth and licked her lips before moving up his body and plainting a big kiss on his mouth. She was lying on top of him, her arms either side of his head and her legs astride his waist. His stiff cock was throbbing and pressing against her stomach. It felt hot next to her skin and she reached down and took hold of it. She gently and carefully pressed the head of his cock against her vulva. She was moist and ready to take him inside her. She rubbed the head over her clitoris, slowly, firmly, accurately. They were ready.

She felt boiling hot inside as she slid down his shaft. His cock was throbbing and twitching inside her. His pleasure was building, culminating in a frenzy of thrusting buttocks, pumping thighs, and breathless kisses.

It was over almost as soon as it began. A fast, frenetic, and passionate fuck that he had been missing for so many years of marriage. After a long while breathing and kissing tenderly, she released the belt from his hands. He held her in his arms, kissing her neck and back. Eventually, they relaxed in each other’s arms and finally after recovering their strength and senses, he went back to sleep and Katya got up and quietly carried on with her housekeeping tasks.

He sees her every week when she comes to work. His eyes would follow her around the room as she worked. She would process the laundry, vacuum the living rooms and dust along the shelves. This was his favourite task for her. She had a small but athletic body and her motions when she was working would hypnotise him, and distract him from whatever he was doing at his desk. When she reached for the highest shelves he would imagine her strong legs lifting her bottocks, her firm, flexible body arching backwards and her arms stretching above her head. He fantasised about holding her in this position, taking her in his arms and carrying her over to the sofa. There, in his imagination, he would strip her naked and feel every straining muscle in her body, massaging and kneading her limbs. Her body would soften and become supple in his hands and bend to his will.

His fantasy never became real. No opportunity presented itself. It became clear that he had to take her away from this environment in order to fulfill his desire to have her. His plan started to emerge.

David's plan wasn't a shock to Katya, she was expecting to hear from him since that first encounter. That day she took the initiative, which was very risky for her. He had not spoken to her about that event since it happened and it was a relief for her. He clearly enjoyed that time with her, she made sure of that.

Katya was a passionate and emotional woman but she was also very careful in her actions. She knew that talking about that morning with him would break the spell that existed between them. She could sense the sexual tension, she knew his gaze would follow her around the room. She would subtly tease him, holding certain positions a second longer than needed, waiting for his wife to leave the room before doing certain jobs in front of him. She knew the effect her body was having on him. Psychologically, she was in control. She was just waiting. Waiting for him to move into action.

Six thousand five hundred kilometres to the west, the island of Guadeloupe sat in the clear blue waters of the Caribbean Sea. Tantalisingly out of reach, the tropical island promised a life of sun, sand and sexual pleasure for those that dreamed of it. It was the perfect antidote to the work-day stresses of home. There must have been a way to reach this paradise with the woman that haunted his dreams. To stay for a week of pleasure and pure relaxation with Katya, that was the plan. To achieve it, they must be quiet geniuses. He roughly sketched out his idea and presented it to her via an email account, which they both held the password, but never send a message. They used a draft message but never send it, just edited it, to pass messages. This way, it could never be traced.

The voyage would take forty days. Provisions were on board. Navigations systems had been tested over the previous weeks. Charts had been studied and calculations done. They were ready to depart. He looked at Katya as they sat in the galley together. She was organising the charts, checking his calculations. She looked nervous. They were both outside of their comfort zone, about to tackle a dangerous adventure together. She looked up at him and saw concern in his face. He took her hand and squeezed it. "Are you ready?" he said. She nodded and folded the charts away. They went up to the deck, she unhooked the bowline and then the stern. They piloted out of the dock and then, with one look behind them, they entered open waters, heading for the Atlantic Ocean.

"Are we crazy?" Katya asked.

"Probably," he replied and they stood together, arms around each other's waist facing out towards the setting sun.

The August air was warm enough to wear just t-shirts and shorts. David's hairy sea-going legs were firmly planted on the deck while he guided the yacht with the tiller. Katya was busy, carefully moving around the boat, fastening lines, trimming sails and adjusting the rigging. She was nimble and could walk around the deck without any trouble. David watched her as she worked. He felt invigorated in the sunshine and breeze and he felt an immensely strong desire to take Katya in his arms and make love to her with the rhythm of the waves rocking them, urging them on.

He engaged the auto-steering equipment and left the tiller just as Katya jumped down into the galley for something. This was his chance. He removed his shorts and shirt and moved along the deck to the mast and took two thick pieces of rope. He wrapped one piece around his ankles and the mast. A quick reef knot secured it. Then he took the second piece and wrapped it around his chest and around the mast. Another knot and he was lashed hard against the mast. The sun was sinking into the horizon and there he was, naked and at the mercy of the elements and of Katya, for she would discover him there, like a trapped animal - unpredictable and dangerous.

For a long time, Katya did not emerge from the galley. What was she doing down there? David was starting to get worried. He called her name but no answer came. Had she fallen and hurt herself? He called again, louder, but still no reply. He looked around him. So Stupid! He had left no escape for himself. He could not reach the ropes and he had tightened them so that he would not be able to get free. The sun had dropped below the horizon and the sky was darkening; orange to blue to black.

Thoughts were rushing through his head. She could be seriously hurt, she could die without his help. He could be stuck there for days, going crazy thinking about her just metres away, unable to help. If it rained, the ropes would swell and start cutting into his ankles and body.

He watched as familiar star constellations rose and arced across the sky. Orion ahead of them, Cassiopeia just to the North. They rose and fell, the temperature falling sharply but there was no way to keep warm. He cursed his stupidity a million times. He cursed God and the angels. He cursed the demons living in the ocean. But to no avail, there was no hope. They were lost to the ocean, their plan was sunk on the first day because of his stupid passion.

At last, the sky started to lighten behind the boat. The stars blinked and disappeared one by one. David was all but finished, his head loosely hanging down. Despair has taken his whole body. Bloodstained ropes still held him tight to the mast.

Two seagulls passed overhead, screaming with laughter. Then a voice came from below. "Coffee?" Katya had woken from a wonderful, deep sleep. The motion of the boat had given her body the most relaxing sleep of her life. Nothing could have woken her. She came up onto the deck but David was not there. She turned to see this half-dead creature tied to the mast.

She sprang up to the mast and untied the ropes and he collapsed onto the deck. She splashed water onto his face and then tended to his rope marks. This would take a few days to recover, she thought. David groaned and opened his eyes. His gaze was unfocused and he was delirious. Katya held his head in her hands and she looked directly into his eyes. "You idiot," she said.

He started to focus on her, he could not believe she was alive. "How?" he said. "How did you come back to me? I had lost you."

She laughed and stood up. "I was asleep downstairs. What on earth were you doing up here like that?"

"I wanted to surprise you," he said, feeling embarrassed and looking away from her.

"Yes, well that worked brilliantly! Now get down into the bunk and rest. I will see you later."

At noon, David woke. His ankles burned, his chest was raw but he could stand. He got out of the bunk and went to look for Katya on deck. There she was, smiling, naked, and holding two silk gown belts.

"Let's do this my way," she said.

He smiled a great big smile. "Yes, okay," he said and laughed.

She led him to the bow of the boat and they lay down under the genoa which was gently fluttering in the warm air. Katya took the silks and tied David's legs gently and then his hands. He watched, eyes wide with excitement. She looked up at him and smiled. "You can relax now, I am taking control."

And there, under the noon sun, gently rocking with the swell of the ocean, Katya took control of David. She held his head in her hands and kissed him, deeply, passionately. The sound of her breath exciting him. He gently bit her bottom lip, pulling her face closer to his. She licked his top lip and then thrust her tongue into his mouth. David was already pulsing with excitement but with his hands tied behind his back, he was unable to take action. He relaxed his body. His mind remembered a far distant conversation; 'Relax and stop controlling yourself. Surrender to emotions.' He forced his mind to stop and he gave his mind and his body to her.

"I am yours," he said. The sound was unreal, like in a dream.

Katya turned to him and smiled. "I know," she said.

He watched her as she moved her groin up his body. He knew what was coming. Even if he could he would not want to stop it. Watching her now was like remembering a dream. The motion of the boat, the sound of the sails, the scent of the ocean were filling his senses. Then, Katya was making love to him, taking her soft pussy to his mouth, using the motion of the boat to exaggerate her own. He could not endure much more pleasure. She looked down to his face and grinned as she moved over his mouth and chin. His eyes were locked onto hers.

She became more aroused and moved her pussy harder and faster over his lips. She threw her head back and sighed a long low sigh, then she laughed. He could feel her laughter on his mouth. He squeezed his lips on her clitoris and flicked his tongue on it. She squealed and laughed again. "Okay, I let you breathe now," she said and she raised her pelvis.

Then she turned around and let him see her buttocks. Firm and perfectly round. Years of hard work, bending and stretching had given her a perfect ass. She reached down and took hold of his penis in both hands. "I have you now!" she said and laughed.

David closed his eyes. He could feel exactly what was going on. Katya had taken his penis into her mouth, her tongue curled around the head. She could taste the salt from the sea from the night before. She turned to him. "You need to wash, you filthy animal!"

He laughed and protested "untie me then!". She did not untie him, instead, she moved down his body and massaged his cock which was growing larger every minute. He started to move his groin in the same rhythm as her hands which gripped his member. She moved further down and sat on top of his cock.

She moved her pussy over his penis. Her warm, wet labia sliding over him, teasing him. She could feel every inch of him against her clitoris and she moved backwards and forwards over him until his penis was just as hot and wet as she was. She turned back to face him again and put her hands down on to his chest and raised her pelvis slightly. His penis sprang up, standing to attention. Now Kayta lowered herself down, carefully, slowly. She manouvred her vulva accurately onto the head of his penis then, at last, she lowered herself onto him, his penis totally engulfed inside her.

He groaned a long, low groan. His penis was filled with blood and passion, he could feel how hot she was inside. She gripped his cock with her vagina muscles and he groaned again. This was unbearable pleasure. He opened his eyes and saw her looking at him. Her expression was filled with passion and animal lust. Her mouth was open and she was breathing hard. Her fingers were pressing on his chest and he could feel his rope marks burning. She was moving faster now, the rhythm of life and lust. No stopping it now.

Her motions took a new direction. She ground her groin on him. His penis was insider her so deep, they were joined, one person with two bodies. She reached around him and untied the silk around his wrists. He immediately grabbed hold of her buttocks and he pulled her back and forward over his stiff cock. She looked to the sky and moaned.
 

She loved the feel of his hands on her ass, his hands were strong and his grip was firm. Control was beginning to shift. She collapsed onto him and he held her body close to his. He could now control the speed and depth of his stroke. His pelvis was moving hard and fast against her while he held her body tight. She could no longer move away from him, he had taken control of her and he was deep inside her.

His movements were making her moan. Her eyes were closed tightly, her face pressed against his chest. She could feel the hair on his chest rubbing against her nose and cheek and the smell of his skin was driving her crazy. She opened her mouth and took a mouthful of his flesh, licking it and tasting his sweat. He felt her teeth on him and that made him squeeze his buttocks and suddenly thrust upwards and that made Katya reach a glorious orgasm. Her vagina squeezed hard on his penis and he exploded inside her with a yell of raw animal passion.

They lay still for a few moments. Breathing and recovering their senses. Katya lifted her pelvis and squeezed his penis out. His sperm dripped out of her and she lay back down, on her back, feeling the sunshine on her skin and listening to the sounds of the ocean. David reached down and untied his feet. He then lay next to her, kissing her shoulders and back. The boat sailed on, calmly on course, carving a slow path to their destination - paradise.