London with Love

Chapter 1. Twelve years Ago.

Author's Note. London with Love was officially published worldwide in paperback and eBook. It was a story which began here on Wattpad under a different title (London Blue). The following three chapters are the published version. If you like it, search for it and read the great reviews. And maybe you'll buy it!

Scott stood on the deck of the sailing boat and watched her swim

towards him. The bay waters of the Greek island were calm, four other

boats lay at anchor, and nothing moved except the swimmer. He knew

exactly what she wanted.

Although Scott was eighteen, he'd believed himself to be a mature

person – until he'd met her, the woman in the water. The past seven days

had changed his thinking. Now life seemed to be full of surprises, and he

was no longer sure of his future.

Her message earlier had been clear: 'Wait for me. Do not leave the

boat. I'll be back shortly.' Those words had been for his ears only, while her

family got into the dinghy at the back of the sailing boat and waited. Her

husband and her, and their two children had then motored across the bay

to the sandy beach on the far side, while Scott returned to the kitchen to

clear away the breakfast, wash the dishes, and make the cabin tidy. That

had been two hours ago.

The woman was a strong swimmer, breast stroke her chosen technique.

One hundred yards away he could see her face every time she came up for

air, her eyes fixed on him. Scott felt the anticipation and stepped towards

the rail to lean on it.

Not for the first time he debated the morality of what was to come. He

was young and strong, with perfect abs and a great tan, and was enjoying

the summer work before university. It hadn't taken long for him to find

this job in the busy marina of Mallorca in the Mediterranean, because he

had a navigation certificate and the experience of sailing a boat. They, this

family, had needed a crew member to help on their cruise holiday to the

Greek islands and back.

Two days into the trip, she had made her first pass, the physical contact

of her hand brushing his bare chest. It became impossible to stay away

from her in the close confines of the boat. In her mid-forties, Mrs Parker

was not only attractive but she also knew how to get her own way. Scott's

resolve melted in the face of her whispered hints, which came with the

assumption he would do whatever she demanded. They had arrived at the

first Greek island, and she had seduced Scott while the others were ashore.

His inexperience and initial reluctance had been swept aside as Mrs Parker

took over. 'Everything is fine,' she had said.

Scott watched as she swam closer and smiled up at him. He didn't

know whether he should feel lucky or not, because the sex was good but

the guilt remained. In the end, he had given in to her judgement, the way

she wanted it, and her constant assurances.

She climbed up the short ladder at the back of the boat, and he passed

her a towel. Mrs Parker squeezed the water from her shoulder-length wet

hair, the colour of espresso, which matched her dark eyes. Those eyes gazed

at him with longing.

'You look serious, Scott. Maybe that's a good thing.' She came closer

and ran her fingers through his long, dark hair. 'You don't need to make

any decisions, my sweet boy.'

Even if he had wanted to reply, he couldn't, because her urgent kiss

got in the way. Her hand snaked down his back and under his shorts to

massage his buttocks. The press of her body, her sexuality, set him on fire.

'I can feel you're getting hard.' She looked down and undid his fly

buttons. 'Good man. Now come with me.'

'What about the others?'

'Do not worry your beautiful head about anything. I told them I was

going for a long swim.' Inside the cabin, she dropped her bikini on the

floor and knelt with the towel between her legs. 'Take your shorts off.'

He had got used to her demands, but a part of his brain said he

shouldn't be doing this. The force of her personality, the seduction by a

woman twenty-five years older than him, was too much to resist. It was

like a fantasy come true: the older woman showing the inexperienced guy

how to please her. He totally relied on her to decide what to do; her control

over him was complete.

'Now stand in front of me.' She played with him. 'You have to learn,

Scott, to know what a lady wants.'

Thirty minutes later, she was spread-eagled on the floor, he on top,

with his hands holding her wrists down, a position she wanted. She

encouraged him to keep up his momentum and maintain the rhythm. He

didn't register the faint noise at the back of the boat nor the slight tilt of

the hull as if someone were climbing the ladder.

She saw her husband first as he opened the cabin door. She screamed

at Mr Parker, 'Help! Get him off me!'

Scott didn't expect the sudden force from Mrs Parker as she threw

him off while she continued to shout for help. A punch to the side of his

head from her husband was followed by a hard slap to the cheek from her.

'He leapt on me, forced me, for God's sake.' Her ranting wouldn't stop

as Scott climbed into his shorts. 'You filthy beast,' she yelled as she tried to

slap him again. She spat in his face. Her husband, roaring abusive words,

was on the verge of assaulting Scott as his wife ran to her bedroom. 'Chuck

him off the boat!' she yelled back.

Although Scott could see how the scene looked, he couldn't think of

anything to say. Nor would it make any difference. He was ordered to get

his bag.

Nothing was said between the two men during the dinghy ride back

to shore. As he stepped into shallow water and waded up the beach, Scott

felt alone, stranded there on the strip of sand. He vowed he would never

let another female control him again. Never.