Thread: Jumping Ship || Winters day & rskde ||

Finally some piece and quite... Dianna signed heavily as she walked alone the port alone, making her way down to the beach, leaving behind her snoring and intoxicated fiance Paul Martin back on the cruise ship. Dianna Davies never thought she would have found herself in the situation she was now finding herself in. Sure she was smart and a deputy manager, that bit she knew would happen with her determination but being engaged to the CEOs conceded bachelor son was differently part of her future plans. Of course of the women in the firm would give their right foot and arm to be with the man but Dianna was brought up around the man and new his habits all to well. She could safely say that her fiance has had more one night stands that she has had hot dinners. It was almost midnight now. Dianna often took strolls at night to clear her mind but most of all to get away from her Paul. Their first stop in the cruise from Portsmouth England was Miami. It was a long journey to say the least and her tolerance of Paul had all but vanished by now. There's only so much 'lets have a few drinks baby' 'lets play some poker baby' 'Suck me off in the cloakroom and ill make it up to you tonight' Ha that was the biggest laugh she ever had. Paul never ever thought about her own pleasure. Not even for second. When it came to love making, well if you could call it that, as soon as he finished that was it. Never mind if Dianna was coming close to an orgasm. Hell Dianna could hands down say Paul has never given her an orgasm. Not even through oral or during sex. But alas she wasn't doing this just for herself but for her father and late mother. She would do anything to keep her last living memories of her mother. The Poppy Hotel was their families first hotel, her mother did most of the interior work due to being an interior designer. Her mother was more of the creative type while her father was more business head strong and determined. So the two of them made a perfect pair and it was their secret to their successes and how they slowly made a small chain of hotels, that over the years slowly closed down and sold off to her fathers gabbling habits. Dianna looked so much like her mother with her chestnut brown hair and hazel eyes. Even down to her nose she was almost the spitting image of her. but when it came to her personality she was more like her father, very admit and keen. She didn't get to where she was in the firm because of her connections, in fact no one knew she even applied for the job till she turned up for her interview. Dianna thought about that day when she first joined the firm a few years back now. Maybe if she hadn't decided to work there, they wouldn't have asked as part of their agreement in bailing her father our,for them to wed. But that was all in the past now, she had to stick with her choice. It wasn't like some prince charming was going to save her, plus the last thing she was going to blab and talk about was her fathers unhealthy addiction to gabbling. It was a private matter and for anyone on the outside it looked as if she wanted to marry Paul. By now she could feel the sand between her toes, and the cool night breeze across her bar skin. She was only wearing a simple maxi dress that hugged her figure from her breasts to her waist the flowed softly down her slender legs. She had no bra or underwear as she hadn't long endured a fuck session with her soon to be husband and didn't feel the need to wake him up just to put some clean one on. besides it was late and who would know? The beach was practically empty now, just few open fires dying out slowly. Dianna took the advantage of one still lite fire and sat facing the ocean. The moonlight bounce off of the waves the rippled out at sea, almost creating a parallel universe. She loved the sound of the waves lightly crashing again that sandy seashore as she closed her eyes. She moaned to herself happily as she breathed out, her arms outstretched either side of her. Given half the chance she would stay in this very spot all night.