Tiana's silver round-toe leather chunky heel platform oxfords squeaked on the deck of the pristine motorsailer that rocked gently in the dark waters beneath it.

A motorsailer is a type of motor-powered sailing vessel, typically a yacht, that can derive power from its sails or engine, independently from each other during moderate seas or winds. A motorsailer may have a sail-to-engine power ratio in the range 30/70 to 70/30 (percent sail power/percent engine power).

To say she was anxious was an understatement. For what was a million times or more her eyes searched the dock for Kessa's arrival. Those very eyes glance at the chunky silver-linked watch on her wrist. The stylish hands and the diamond-studded numbers showed it was past nine.

It was now 9:08 p.m. If Kessa was not here by 9:15 p.m. she knew her efforts were in vain as Kessa prided herself on being on time. She had to find something to occupy her time.

She marched to where a slightly short slope led to the door that took you to the deckhouse and salon of the motorsailer. 

The Wellness as it was affectionately named by Tiana boasts a warm interior décor, set in a mixture of modern and traditional ambiance. 

The salon in which she now stood looking immaculate in a double breast tuxedo jacket which underneath boasted a lace teddy that was tucked inside a belted dress shorts that framed her butt, hip, and thighs showed taste and effortless class features a built-in L-shaped settee with formal dining table to starboard and opposing sofa on the port.

A raised deck house with surrounding windows provides ample natural light and a greater sense of space. The cabins are forward of the salon on port and starboard and thanks to ports and hatches, the yacht receives lovely sea breezes throughout.

The Wellness also had amenities such as Dive gear, Snorkel Gear, Fishing equipment, TV in the salon, DVD, iPod hook-up, Library, and Board Games. Tiana who was now staring at the tv that was quietly playing was oblivious to whatever it was showing as her mind was purely occupied with Kessa's arrival or lack thereof.

Her eyes move to wander the expanse around her, from the dining and nav station to the galley before she walked to the pilothouse and up the three wooden steps that led to the cockpit. As she stood there her hands resting on the huge brass steering wheel that was fitted with automatic navigation her eyes paused on a specific spot. 

On deck, the Wellness sailing yacht's large cockpit offers an alfresco dining opportunity—, perfect for a romantic candle-lit dinner—, under the stars which it now boasted and sat in wait of Kesa.  

Her heart was racing with the thought of being rejected by Kessa when a familiar voice said behind her.

"Sorry am late but the darn infinity dress you sent for me to wear gave me a warm time in getting the bodice fix right."

Tiana was not sure if she was crafting a phantom to appease the pain of being left stranded and stared at the woman that stood in the salon staring up at her.

Kessa could not help but devour Tiana as she stood in the cockpit staring down at her with outright fascination and desire. Her body lept with the awareness that it caused in her mix with the breathtaking image Tiana represented from her thick mane brushed neat to the back of her nape and held there in a bun down to her glossy silver oxfords.

"I think you have done it the required justice," Tiana said appreciatively as her eyes took in Kessa's handiwork with such leisure that her pulse raced.

Kessa swallowed as dark eyes lingered on the lioness ringlet that held the knotted ends of the material that was twisted and knotted after it was made to cover her breasts before the loose ends were brought to tie at the back of her neck. Three other small ringlets with golden shape lion teeth held another intricate design of twists, and knots, and gave a tantalizing display of her flat stomach before it fell in a sheer floor-length skirt with a high thigh split.

Kessa was not sure if she could stand upright in the gold ankle strap stiletto-heeled sandals as her knees felt weak under such a sex-hungry appraisal. Tiana was not crossing the boundary but she sure as hell was not holding her desire back.

"Would you like a drink and a tour of the Wellness before we set sail and go to the deck for dinner?" she heard Tiana ask as she descend the steps and walk into the salon.

"Awwm, set sail?"

"Please don't look so worried," Tiana grinned as she took two flute shape glasses and pour them both chilled Chardonnay. "I have gone sailing with my dad so many times when I was younger it's like second nature, and also," she handed Kessa a glass and said softly as they were now standing only inches apart, "I want total privacy and no interruptions."

Kessa had to will herself not to down the contents of the glass in one gulp as Tiana's nearness and the implications were creating feelings that once she give in to she knew there was no turning back.

Let's start with where we are standing…

Tiana had never been so distracted by anyone in a damn long time. The sight of Kessa demurely sipping her wine and listening as she gave details on and about the various compartments they entered and gave her view to was not offering her any ease from her desire for her.

She was now walking ahead of her as they made their way to the cabins. She was surprised she was even making sense of what she was detailing as they stood in the master cabin on the starboard side with a double four-poster bed shrouded by sheer mosquito netting and neatly spread white satin sheets and en-suite facilities of white and gold marble. On the port side was a twin cabin which has shared facilities.

Her thoughts were on the skimpy lace thong panty and the matching garter belt that held not stockings but lace that covered her lower thighs with small studs that sparkled in the light as she moved. She had envisioned Kessa laying in bed spread-eagled with nothing but them on as her body lay in wait for a sultry oral administration she was ready and willing to give. 

It seemed she had somehow stopped talking as she was totally lost in looking at Kessa's shapely ass on full display beneath the sheer skirt thus causing Kessa to stop in her appreciative view of the master cabin in which they stood.

"I take it that you like what you see," Tiana said pulling herself and her thoughts together. She best gets a hold of herself before she pushed Kessa away.

Kessa stood staring at her as if contemplating her answer. There was a look of fire and desire in her eyes that had nothing to do with the question asked but with the woman in front of her. 

For a minute something daring and mischievous played across Kessa's face but as soon as she could acknowledge it, it disappeared.

"You don't talk much about your father or your family for that matter," she said switching the conversation and acting as if she was unaffected by the sexual tension that frizzled in the air between them.

Tiana lessens the space between them causing Kessa that was standing beside the four-poster bed to press herself instinctively against the mahogany poster behind her.

"Maybe because there isn't much to tell. Unlike you, I did not have loving parents who fostered my growth and well-being. There was no one for me to pine over because they were tragically taken away from me because of some stupid careless drunkard," Tiana said softly as her eyes roamed the expanse of Kessa's painfilled face before her eyes came to rest on her trembling glossy lips.

"You are such a jerk you know that!" Kessa snapped and made to push Tiana away who was standing a little too close for her piece of mind.

"I have been called worse," she returned gripping the hands that tried to push her away as she deliberately brace her body into Kessa's.

"Get off me," she said trying to wring her hands free. 

In the struggle of the impromptu tug of war, Kessa found herself falling to the bed, and Tiana coming to land right on top of her. She was about to start fighting to break free of Tiana's body when she was rendered frozen with just one touch.

Kessa felt a hand place itself on the bare flesh of her thigh revealed by the daring side split in the black dress she wore. 

Her nipples peaked at the touch and more so as her mind's eyes followed the trail it made with warm purposeful fingers to her lace-covered buff that was beating with undiluted need.

"I bet if I pull your panty to the side I'll find your pussy soaking wet and wanton."

She opens her lips to deny the reality of her current state but with deliberate movements, the theory was tested and all that came from her lips was a sigh of longing as two fingers slipped inside her juicy center and immediately began teasing the warm soaking depths. 

"Damn! You're so fucking wet," Tiana breathed her lips inches away from Kessa's trembling ones. "So fucking wet for me."