Illusions of Love
Two Erotic Vignettes Featuring Kenya
by Cheril N. Clarke
This book is a work of fiction. Resemblance to persons, locations, or characters real or fictional, living or deceased, is entirely coincidental and unintentional except where the author has obtained written permission for such characterization.
© 2010 Cheril N. Clarke
Cover Design by N’Digo Design
CRUISING
I couldn’t sleep. Though the blinds in our cabin were drawn, I could feel the pulsating energy of a new day developing as I lay next to Angela. It had been a while since I’d been to Florida but my return couldn’t have been under lovelier circumstances, five days at a private villa on Marco Island before being chauffeured to Miami to board a luxurious ship. For the last week, we’d had a leisurely cruise of the western Caribbean. Mingling with an exclusive crowd, 24-hour service, waking up in a foreign land every morning and all the fine food I could eat, now this was living! It was too bad things were beginning to wind down; I could live like this forever.
I eased out of bed carefully, not wanting to awaken Angela. Early morning is my favorite time of the day and I liked to enjoy it alone. I really wanted to smoke a cigarette on the balcony but there was no way I could open the sliding doors quietly, so I just tiptoed across the crème colored floors to the bathroom, settling for solitude and the beauty of myself. As I leaned forward against the marble sink to take a look in the mirror, I couldn’t help but smile. I’d been on three cruises already this year, perhaps over twenty in my life, but this is the first time I’d been on one this grand. Angela Gottlieb was a hell of a catch!
She was loaded, yes she was. In her mid-fifties, Angela was an esteemed professor at an Ivy League university, author and public speaker. Between her tenure, book deals and $10,000-per-event speaking fees, Angela had almost everything she wanted. Her problem was that she craved what money couldn’t buy: love. Despite her outward image of success, she was divorced, lonely and unhappy. Typical. But that’s where I come in.
“Kenya?” Angela spoke softly from the other side of the door.
“Yeah, babe?” I sighed. There goes my privacy.
“I’m sorry, but would you mind if I slipped in there for a minute?”
“No problem. Just give me a few seconds to wrap up.” I took a moment to stretch and take a deep breath, not wanting to get too worked up over anything. Today was going to be a great day because I’d already made up my mind to make it one. “Good morning, sweetheart,” I said as I opened the door.
She smiled and winked at me. “Hey, you.”
“It’s all yours. Hurry back to bed when you’re finished.” I ran my hand up the length of her arm as I stepped out of the way.
“I will,” she said and blew me a kiss.
Angela wasn’t bad looking either. Half black and German, she bore a lovely blend of her mixed heritage. Her skin was rich almond and her eyes were dark chocolate. I loved running my fingers through her silky auburn hair and tasting the sweet vulnerability that shimmered against her body. It was as if her yearning to be loved was a sweet glaze on the surface of her most delicate parts and I couldn’t get enough. For the last three months, being with her had made me feel like the most powerful woman on the planet. I glanced in the walk-in closet at all of the shopping bags I’d amassed at our stops in Key West, Mexico and Belize. Shoes, dresses, bikinis—you name it, she bought it. She loved spoiling me.
“Come lay next to me,” I whispered when she emerged from the bathroom. She’d slipped into enchanting lingerie. “Come,” I beckoned, becoming aroused by the sight of her in violet and black lace.
Though Angela was middle-aged, she was no stranger to plastic surgery. Her breasts were ample and firm and her stomach looked more defined than I knew it should have been. She actually looked a decade younger than she was, thanks to her slender frame and cosmetic enhancements.
She smiled broadly as she made her way to the queen-sized bed. “Do you like what you see?”
“Of course.” A genuine smirk spread across my face. “How could I not?” I pulled the covers back to reveal my nudity. “Do you?” I gazed at her seductively as I lay against the Egyptian cotton white sheets.
“Yes.” Angela grinned and walked toward me while I got on all fours and crawled in her direction.
We met at the edge of the bed, my lips to hers as she stood above me, on the verge of ecstasy. I was hungry for her, eager to delight the core of her womanhood with a lambent and expert tongue, but not yet. I wanted Angela to ache for me before I gave in. That kind of dominance gave me a rush that was almost better than the sex itself. I reveled in it and planned my escapades so that they could satisfy my desire for power.
For the next half an hour we kissed and teased each other all over the cabin---from the bed to the floor, from the floor to the couch, and from the couch to the spacious balcony. There’s nothing better than being in the throes of passion and having the view of endless beauty in front of you. Surrounded by thousands of miles of crystal blue waters, I slid onto one of the teak chairs and watched as Angela leaned carefully against the railing and began to touch herself. I became enthralled with the movement of her legs and hips, spooled into her rhythmic world of eroticism. Angela loved to put on a show for me, slowly undoing her bustier and letting it fall to the floor. I stared at her as she brought one of her nipples to her mouth and flicked her tongue against it.
The air was clear and crisp, not yet sullied by the heat of the sun, though evidence of the giant star’s rising was present. The sky was becoming an ensemble of orange, blue and purple. “Come here,” I finally mouthed and nodded her toward me.
She watched me seductively with every step toward me.
“Touch me…taste me.” I took her hands and guided her down to her knees as a cool and gentle breeze wafted over us. I felt my skin prick with shock from the elements but I soon became warmer from within as Angela began to cup and massage my breasts. My nipples became erect under the temperate pressure of her squeezing them between her fingertips, a pleasurable pain that I loved.
“Mmm….do it harder.” I squirmed in my seat as she complied.
Angela placed kisses on my neck, shoulders and down my arms. As she breathed heavily between my legs, gliding across my inner thighs with warmth, I gripped the edge of the chair.
“Ahh…” A groan of pleasure escaped me as she slid inside of me with her tongue. But before she could get too far into it, I pulled her up.
“Let’s go inside, Ang.”
She didn’t move. “If you want me, you have to take me.” Her eyes were defiant. Daring me.
“Get over here!” I snatched her closer to me and brought her inside the cabin. She feigned helplessness as I shoved her against the wall and stripped her out of her panties. Moments after my taking over I picked her up and tossed her onto the bed.
“I want you to fuck me.” Angela moved toward me, reaching for me with one hand and fondling herself with the other.
I swatted her hand away and pushed her back on the bed. “Lay down and shut up. You don’t speak unless I tell you to.”