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Authors: Viveca Benoir

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“Julian?”  She waited.
No response. “Julian?” She said louder.  She nudged him with her foot harder this time, her leg stretching across from her chair to him. If he came to, she didn’t want to be caught standing over him.
She’d definitely pretend he had momentarily blacked out.  When she had nudged him good and hard a few more times for good measure and he still hadn’t woke up, she started laughing hysterically.
He was an idiot.

 

Devia got up from her chair and rolled Julian over on to his back. He would be out for a few hours with the dose she gave him. Plenty of time for her to do whatever she wanted with him.  She got out her collapsible tripod and set up
the
small camera
she had with her
so that the blanket was in view.  She checked the viewfinder to be sure that the picnic was beautifully arranged, then she set it on a timer to take photos at five second intervals. It would keep taking them until she switched the timer off. She went over to him and sat astride him.

“Oh Julian,
d
arling.” She said to him, as he slept. “I
have
so
been
looking forward to this.”

‘Click, click, click, click, click, click.’
The camera started snapping away.

It took photo after photo, as she leaned forward and kissed him, smiled, and made it look like she was riding him in ecstasy. She started to undress and threw her clothes off in abandon until she was naked and writhing upon him.

‘Click, click, click, click, click, click.’

“Oh darling, this is so much fun.” She smiled into the camera as she spoke. Her eyes filled with lust.

 

When she had enough photos of her naked on top of him, making it look as though they were having sex, she started to undress him. She was laughing the entire time and it looked like he was helping her. Before long, she was kissing down his neck, then along his naked and firm torso and down to the edge of his belt. She began to unbuckle his belt and slowly pulled his trousers off. She kissed along the edge of his underwear and then pulled them off too. 

‘Click, click, click, click, click, click.’

She smiled at his semi hard erection and started to hold his member in her hands. It didn’t take her long to take him into her mouth to fellate him for the camera.  He was at an angle so his face couldn’t be seen, and it would look to anyone seeing the pictures, as though he were fully involved. She licked along his shaft and took him in her mouth acting for the camera the entire time. While he was not fully erect due to the drugs, she made him appear so. She straddled him and made it look as though he were entering her. She threw her head back in apparent passionate abandon.

‘Click, click, click, click, click, click.’

She rode him, her nails digging into his broad chest, in desire. She rubbed her clit against his pubic bone and along his
semi-hard
shaft. She was actually enjoying herself and without meaning to she started to climax upon him.

“Oh Julian. My God, I’m coming!” She screamed in pleasure and fell forward against him.

‘Click, click, click, click, click, click.’

She lay there panting against him and listened to his heartbeat in her ear, such a steady strong beat. She leaned up on her elbows and looked at his peaceful slumbering face and kissed his relaxed and sleeping mouth. All the time, the camera was taking pictures.  She stood up and then sat astride his face and lowered herself onto his lips.  She wanted him to taste her when he woke up.

‘Click, click, click, click, click, click.’

She gyrated her hips above him causing her climactic juices to smear all over his lips and mouth.  Again, she acted for the camera. This was such a turn on for her, she looked down at his still heavily sleeping face.  She thought about him opening his eyes and looking directly at her with such lust, his tongue lapping at her womanhood hungrily, and she came again, squirting her pussy juices all over his face. Her face was flushed with the strength of the climax and her heart was racing.  She climbed off him and leaned down to passionately kiss him. She tasted herself on him.  She couldn’t resist taking his member in her mouth once more, but this time she turned around and got into a sixty-nine position.

‘Click, click, click, click, click, click.’

When she could come no more, she tired of playing with him. Devia got up and went to switch the camera off. She started to dress him, then thought better of it. She wanted to admire him further and it was perfect sunbathing weather. 

She smiled as she watched his slow steady breathing, his chest rising and falling as he slept peacefully. An immense feeling of pleasure came over her looking at his naked and used body lying before her, his feet just off the edge of the blanket.  There would be no way they were going back to the marina yet. She estimated he would be under for at least six hours in total from the Valium. Plenty of time to enjoy him fully. To complete the appearance of their afternoon, she had another outfit in her bag. Her final pose, the one that was going to seal the deal for her was going to be him on top of her with her legs around him and her head thrown back as though in ecstasy.  All for the camera. She laughed to herself. And to think they said the camera never lies. It did, if you knew just how to do it.

 

To complete her illusion, she would have to dress him before he woke up.  If she timed it right, she could wake him up and he would not remember anything she did with him while he was out.  His memory would only return after the drug had worn off and he wouldn’t remember a thing because he was out cold. She decided that when she dressed him, she would keep his underwear as a wonderful souvenir of the day. She smiled again at the thought of him wondering where his underwear was.

It wasn’t long before Devia got bored of just looking at him and she was tempted to take the
dinghy
, board the yacht and leave him there stranded on the deserted island by himself. That would teach him a lesson about not taking her seriously and for assuming she was a fool.  But she didn’t really want to leave him, not her plans to get him into her life were coming to fruition. She decided to take the remaining few photos and afterwards she would dress him.  She got up and switched on the camera again, then returned to the blanket to position herself under him.

‘Click, click, click, click, click, click.’

Lying down on the blanket and positioning him above her took all her strength because he was dead weight.  However, she couldn’t have been more pleased with the way his head flopped over her shoulder and faced down, looking as though he was kissing her neck. It was perfect.  She wrapped her legs around him and posed for the camera. He whispered something in his sleep
,
and she stopped staying dead still to listen as he spoke. She strained to hear his words, but they were unintelligible so she carried on gyrating her ample hips under him as the camera clicked on.

 

After a few more minutes, she had gotten the photos she needed so she stopped to dress him. Julian turned over in his sleep so Devia took the opportunity to clothe that side of his body. Moving his limbs was not easy and they were heavy for her to move in his sleep. Devia didn’t notice, but she was exhausted.  She slipped the camera and tripod in her bag and was relieved when she had finished clearing away the evidence.
No chance of being caught. 
She lay back on the sun lounger and decided to snooze.  After all, there was nothing more she could do with him until he woke up and that wouldn’t be for some time.  As an afterthought, she went through his pockets and found his mobile phone and proceeded to read all of his text messages. Then she added her phone number to his list of contacts under the name Derek. Smiling at her deviousness, she sent herself a few erotic text messages and made a few calls to her own phone She left it off the hook so if anyone looked at her phone records it would look as though they had a lengthy conversation.  As well as adding the few missed calls. Guys never noticed anything like that, especially not under another man’s name. Chances are he didn’t even text much and would never even think to look there. Why should he, if he didn’t text?  She laughed out loud, and shivered with the deliciousness of her plan. Then she closed her eyes and took a nap.

 

When she woke up later, it was dark. The night was clear and you could see the stars.  Julian was still snoozing happily. He snored slightly.  It was just too tempting.  She laid beside him and watched him sleep for a while, then she snuggled into him. He put his arm around her automatically and held her in his drugged sleep. She was in seventh heaven. ‘
So this is what he would be like to
sleep
with,’
she thought.  It made her more determined than ever
to make this
happen. He made her feel so safe and protected in his strong arms.  She lifted her leg up and rested it across his thighs and his hand came down and rested gently upon her thigh. She had never been so happy.  He was going to be hers, and only hers.  It would be like this forever.  She smiled again, closed her eyes, and within seconds, was also fast asleep.

 

***

 

“What the fuck?”  He suddenly shouted a few hours later.  He sat up, causing her to fall off him and onto the blanket laying on the beach with a soft thud.

“Whaaa…?”  She said, still semi asleep herself.  She sat up and moved her hair out of her eyes.

“What the fuck is going on here?” He shouted angrily. Devia suddenly remembered where they were and what they had been doing.  She hadn’t meant to fall asleep with him, it had just been so nice.  Her head against his chest, his heart beating steadily in her ear, her hand on his firm tight abs, her fingers just hooked inside his trouser belt. It had just been so good, to be so close to him, in his arms like that. As though he were her man. She responded quickly.

“You passed out. You were ill. I was keeping you warm. I tried waking you hours ago.
  Then gave up.
”  She said indignantly.

“What’s that horrible taste I have in my mouth?” She smarted at his comment. That taste was her pussy juices, and they weren’t horrible. Her men always said she tasted sweet. Why didn’t he like her taste?

“You ate some food, then you were ill. I just said that.”

“What?” He shook his head. He was still feeling groggy. “What do you mean I was ill?”

“You started mumbling that you weren’t feeling well and seconds later you blacked out.” She looked at him to gauge his reaction. He was still shaking his head as though he wanted to clear it.

“I don’t understand.” Julian was confused.  It didn’t make sense and he felt fine now with the exception of feeling a little ‘out of it.’ He started to feel angry, but didn’t know why. Devia continued.

“Remember I am the client. I was stuck here, unable to do anything, until you came round. It’s been hell for me.” She said, suddenly on the offensive to distract him.

“Ok I am sorry. I don’t know what happened. We have to get going.”  Julian looked at the horizon and saw a thick fog rolling in from the sea.  “Damn, it doesn’t look like we are going anywhere tonight. We need to get aboard and I will let the others know what has happened, they will be worried sick. We will have to leave in the morning.”

“Where will we sleep?” She asked.

“There are more than enough cabins on board.”  She grinned at the unexpected luck of having to stay overnight, on board,
alone
, with Julian. Things were turning out better than she could have ever hoped. God was on her side.

 

They gathered up the things in the dark, the fog was still coming their way
.
After
they had collected everything they both got in the
dinghy
to hea
d
back to the boat. Julian started the engine and the Williams fired into action, the water thrusting through the jet nozzles at the back.  The boat sped over the waves and he didn’t slow it down until they were alongside the Ocean Islander. Julian brought the
dinghy
to the stern platform so Devia could step on board. She held on to the chrome handrail and pulled her chunky body up as Julian started to fit the
dinghy
lines to the winch so it could be hauled up and out of the water.  She stayed where she had boarded and waited for him to finish.  She waited for him to step up and go through to switch on the lights for the yacht.  When he had done so, she walked inside and put her things on the plush sofa.  It was a beautiful stateroom, with shiny teak cabinets and floor, and large windows, which normally had a beautiful view, but tonight showed a thickening pea soup of a fog outside.

Whil
e
Julian was radioing in and explaining to Andrew what was happening, Devia crossed the room and placed her camera on the shelf behind a sculpture.  She checked that only the lens was visible.  She turned the timer on.

‘Click, click, click, click, click, click.’

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