The adventures of Rita Ora
Rita swung open the double doors leading out from her bedroom onto the pristine white deck at the rear of the boat. The hot plastic scorched her feet before she threw a towel on the ground to stand on and pulled the cream awning across to provide some shade. The sun was already high in the flawless blue sky as it was almost midday. She was on a break from touring and promoting and was making the most of the rare opportunity to have a lie-in. The moist salty sea air refreshed her as she took in a few deep breaths. The horizon was empty. Nothing but shimmering blue sea interspersed with frothy white swirling currents and hardly a wave in sight. She took another minute to appreciate her surroundings before going back inside to take a shower.
The water trickled gently over Rita’s body. Too gently for her liking. She usually preferred a powerful gush of water pounding the dirt from her pores. As the droplets softly sprayed over her body Rita built up a soapy lather in her hands and began to rub them over her large but firm, perfectly shaped boobs. Every time her palms brushed over her nipples a zap of excitement pulsed through her body. She loved having her nipples sucked and played with. Just ten minutes nipple play from a man, or woman almost always lead to a guaranteed orgasm for her. She slid her soapy palms lower, firstly over her taut belly and then down between her legs. As she glided her slippy hand back and forth over her pussy her mind wandered back to previous encounters of tongues lapping away hungrily between her thighs and the supreme pleasure it brought her. She closed her eyes and involuntarily began to breath deeper. As she rubbed faster, her pink nipples hardened and shrunk and she felt her slit moisten as if inviting in one of her fingers. She gently slipped her middle finger into her soft, velvet hole, savouring every sensation as it slowly slid inside her. Rita pushed her naked body against the tiled shower wall trapping her hand between it and her pussy. She ground her hips against her palm allowing the heal of it to brush over her clit and her finger to thrust in and out of her. Her tits pounded against the shower wall intensifying the sexual feelings overwhelming her body. Just as she felt she was about to reach the summit of pleasure there was a knock on the bathroom door.
“Miss Ora. I just thought you’d like to know we’re about an hour away now,” said the captain.
“Errr OK, thank you,” Rita garbled in a flustered voice.
Muffled footsteps faded away from behind the door and Rita took a deep breath. She stood up straight and slid her finger from her pussy before slipping it in her mouth to taste her wetness. The flavour was intoxicating and only increased her unsated horniness. For now it would have to wait. But not for too long. She knew it would soon overwhelm her.