This is the First piece I ever wrote, started out small and I kept adding too it with the encouragement of some fellow writers and fans. it was really a very small group that shared some creative ideas and writings but it was great fun. it took me a while to get up the nerve to post it and other than a short stint online this one has not been available for very long. With the amazing response I've received here from wonderful comments to supportive emails I feel much more relaxed about showing my works. in the beginning I tried to write with a natural dialogue in the story but that quickly turned out to be a royal pain in the fingers with having to type the quotes and "he said" ..she "said" every line so that quickly changed my style of narration! I also haven't edited this one in a while so it's still in a bit of that clunky raw developmental stage as I was learning to find my own literary style and voice. I think you will enjoy the humor and details of the story itself and the peek at one of my earliest works. Perfect for a summers read.
once again thank you all for taking time to visit my page and read my work, I am just blown away at the wonderful comments and support from everyone who stops by.
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Head over Keels in Love
There is something about sailing that is different from any other activity I’ve ever done. I could sail for days and still be entranced by the whole process. The feeling of the boat shifting and groaning against the changing wind, flexing and bending as the boat cuts thorough the waves being put through her paces. Akin to a well-worn comfortable tool, the boat almost becomes a part of you making it more than just a day on the ocean. I derived great pleasure from swinging the boat into the wind and feeling the enormous vessel lurch underfoot and catch the wind and take off on a perfect tack across the bay passing imaginary contenders for some gaudy yacht club cup. Back in port id spray my fans with cold champagne and be carried of into the clubhouse for the victory celebration. I must confess that that was only the half of why of why I love sailing. Being alone at sea with a beautiful woman, who I was deeply in love with, was more the reason I truly enjoyed being on the water. Sailing alone pales in comparison to the feeling I get when she saunters up in front of me and flashes her sexy smile, and without speaking we acknowledge our special bond. Without words volumes are spoken by simple nuances of the face and body and the longer we are together the more I understand the language of the heart and the many ways it communicates. Even a simple touch, such as a gentle hand resting on my arm or the calming effect of two bodies together as they stand silently arm in arm. I she kissed me during a moment like that the world would cease to exist for the both of us. Our only awareness would be the presence of the other and the radiance of energy that can only be felt when your heart pours out its love and it is fill with the same from her. With fears soothed, egos stroked and hearts sated I felt a serene calm inside and if I were some kind of feline there would be a discernible purring emanating from deep inside me.
Turning the boat towards the harbor I finally put aside my desire to be on the open water and started turning the boat towards the shore in search of a safe harbor for the night. The Sun was painting the horizon with its multicolored brush putting on a spectacular show as its grand finale punctuating the end of another beautiful day. Glancing at her I said, “We’re heading for home, where ever that is”, and laughed because where ever we anchored would be home for the night and for every night of the entire summer. Our days were spent sailing the coastal waters from New England down to the keys and maybe back again. The itinerary would entirely depend only on how much fun we’re having. She gave me a slow sexy blink and smile and wholly agreed as the evening sun highlighted the color it put into her face earlier in the day. She looked so cute in that yellow life jacket with her hair wind blown and wild acting as a natural frame for her face. I wanted to just grab her and squeeze her into me while kissing her hard, deeply, long and true. As if sensing my amorous intentions she was up and moving fully aware my eyes appreciated every view of her body they could glimpse. Soft curves and long legs teased me as she walked about the boat and my mind drifted off to ideas I would put to good use later. Eventually she disappeared down below inside the boat leaving me to find a nice spot to anchor for the night. A short while later we were in a secluded cove with the sails tucked in for the night the anchor had a firm grasp on the bottom. With everything set for the evening it and the first stars of twilight beginning to twinkle it was time to call it a well spent day. Just as I finished closing the boat for the night she came back on deck and I said “ sure, show up after all the work is done”, but with my mischievous grin, even though she knew I was teasing.
Walking closer to me she eyed me up and down and said “you’re a sweaty mess, Good thing I like you that way”, in an equally devilish grin as my own. “You know, at sea we have to conserve fresh water, so we’ll have to shower together” I replied. “Oooh” she said, “and are you going to tell me tales of the great Moby dick too?” “Call me Ishmael” I yelled and moved towards her and in one swift motion I flung us both over board into the refreshingly cool water. After the big splash we broke the surface laughing and swam towards each other where she proceeded to grab me by the head and dunk me to extract a measure of revenge. Half gasping and half laughing I said “what? Didn’t you want to go for a swim?” with mock surprise. This precipitated another dunking. The next chance I had to speak after catching my breath I ask, while still chuckling,” Well what did you want to do?” Again she grabbed my head but this time she had that look she gets while naughty thoughts go running through her mind. Although she pushed me under again this time but this time she held on and guided my head down low and put my face right into the crotch of her shorts pushing my face into it and giving me a few pumps with her hips before letting me come up for air. I said “are you sure you want that over swimming? I mean the water’s so nice.” She said, “You know sometimes you talk too much” and pulled me close and kissed me. Wrapping our arms around each other we sank into the water locked together in a sensual embrace finding our buoyancy as we kissed passionately beneath the surface.
The water was fun, but I have enough trouble staying afloat let alone trying to fend off amorous advances towards my bathing suit. Quickly I hopped back on deck and turned to help her aboard. I think she caught me staring at her cleavage because as my eyes came up to meet hers she had a knowing smile on her face. Partly for catching me and also knowing I was looking. She exploited that angle by adjusting her top, bobbing them, like and expert fisherman working a lure. Knowing I was caught I tried to be nonchalant, tossing her a towel to dry off then doing some posing and adjusting of my own. I’m sure if some biologist was watching from a duck blind he would be hard pressed to interpret this somewhat odd mating ritual we were doing. Just that thought made me grin and she looked back and smiled and I thought, damn I was busted ogling again. I was lost in my lusty thoughts for a moment and found myself intensely watching her dry off her long legs and how erotic a dance it seemed. Perhaps it was because I knew that body so intimately. I knew its curves and long lines. I was familiar with its softest places and how wonderful it felt to touch it or to have it firmly into me. The best part was the harder I held it the harder she held me right back. She eyed me up and down as she walked past and said, “I’m going below to get something dry to wear, don’t be long up here.” With that she wrapped the towel around her neck and disappeared down below, making adjustments to the bottom of her bathing suit before climbing below. How did she know I would watch I wondered?
Quickly I tied up the side ladder, and opened the skylights over the bed below and finished the nightly routine of closing the boat for the night. Trying not to look like I was in a hurry I got down below as fast as I could and slipped into a new pair of silk boxers I had brought along for a special night like this. As I was about to crawl into the bed she ducked her way out of the head and I was very pleased with what I saw. She had a satin green nightgown on that came down to her thighs and the effect was mesmerizing. It was a perfect accent for her nicely tanned body and it made the color of her eyes absolutely twinkle. “Those beautiful eyes”, I said to myself, I could get lost in them with their hypnotic powers and often I found myself deeply entranced by them. I could see her looking towards me for some kind of approval of how she looked. I was sure that the sexy pleased look on my face was enough so she could tell I was enjoying this vision of sensual beauty, but I told her she looked stunning for good measure. I was very pleased indeed. Of course her hair was a total mess from toweling it dry after washing out the sea. Using her hands she tried to form it into place but to no avail, it had a mind of its own. “Sit here, in front of me”
I said and gestured to a spot on the floor at my feet. Guiding her she sat with her back to me at my feet, at which point I reached over and pulled her hairbrush from her travel bag. She seemed nervous yet excited to let me do this and I assured her I knew what I was doing. Starting from the bottom I brushed out the knots from the ends, holding it above the brush so it wouldn’t yank the hair right out of her scalp. Quickly I worked my way up to the top of her head and with all the knots gone I could make long sweeps with the brush form top to button and I was enjoying every second. At first it was just to fix her wild locks but slowly it turn into an intimate form of sensual massage. I loved running my fingers through her tresses whenever I kissed her and this was something similar. With my other hand I would hold out the long locks and let drape back onto her shoulders. Her hands were on her thighs and her eyes were closed with a slight smile as she lost herself in the pleasure of my pampering. I love to just touch her or to please her and make her as happy as she made me. With a sideways movement I pulled the hair to one side, bent down and kissed her softly on the neck. Letting my lips linger there slightly sucking as I pull away so I could do it again a little higher up on my way up to her delicious ear lobe. When I let my hot breath softly fill her ear it was all she could stand and turned her face around so she could kiss me back. My hand grabbed her face and caressed it as we exchanged soft tender kisses. Just our lips meeting at first and quickly those sweet tender greetings of our lips rapidly evolved into more passionate ones. Turning towards me she held onto me and wrapped her arm around my neck. The harder I kissed her the tighter she held onto me. We stayed like that for a good long while, interlocked with out arms and mouths in a long passionate embrace as velvety smooth tongues entangled together in a beautiful slow dance.
I lost track of time in that kiss. I was caught up completely in the passion and the rapture of the moment. We could have kissed like that for hours as far as I knew for I wasn’t aware of the passing of time any longer. The next conscious I had was when I found us lying on the bed a mass of groping arms and tangled legs. Catching my breath I softly kissed her face as I studied it in the dim light and the longer I looked at her the more I wanted to kiss her forever. She moved down and buried her face into my chest and hugged me hard and firm. I enjoyed that moment immensely and the feeling of her love for me flowing through her body tightly clasped to mine and hugged her right back with equal emotion. I could feel her relaxing as she inhaled deep breaths through her nose filling her senses with the aroma of my body which was a mixture of my sweat and the salty-ness of the sea. Smiling I leant over and did the same to the top of her head and sampled the sweet smell of the sea and that fruity shampoo she always insists on buying. Its smell would be forever linked to her in my mind and if I ever caught a hint of it my thoughts would automatically turn to her no mater what was on my mind or where I was at that moment. Holding her while she held onto me I found my thoughts drifting and as I pondered how lucky I was to have someone who returned every ounce of love I gave to her and perhaps more. I thought back to the day I first laid eyes on her. It was at a party thrown by a mutual friend and arriving fashionably late I sauntered in the party hopefully looking as cool as I though I was. I was scanning the room looking for familiar faces when I saw her from across the room and I knew immediately that I had to find out who she was.
I fixated on her, trying to make small talk with friend’s all the while stealing glances towards her. She wasn’t beautiful in the traditional sense but her beauty had a more genuine, natural and intriguing quality to it and I was instantly attracted to it. Equally as appealing to her physical appearance was her poise that also got my attention. She had an air about her like politician with no agenda, her only platform being friendship and good conversation. I watched as whomever she conversed with rapidly seemed to be at ease as if talking to an old friend. Her personality flowed through her and around her and I couldn’t wait to feel its aura. She often touched the person she was talking to and always had a captivating smile and infectious laugh. Slowly I made my way around the party working closer towards her hoping to find a place into the conversation to jump in. I was nervous, my shy side threatened to take over and pass on meeting. As luck would have it the flow of people around the room quickly produced my chance to say hello and a friend introduced us. I think I just mumbled a weak “ hi” and she shook my hand firm and strong. how she didn’t recoil at the sweaty paw I offered ill never know but I think she sensed my nervous state and before I knew it her smile and demeanor and sense of humor had me out of my shell. In no time we were conversing like best friends and in truth from that moment on we were even if we didn’t know it yet.
We ran the gamut that night from quantum physics to silly inane humor, both of us making the other laugh while giggling at our own jokes. I never felt like this before being so comfortable and relaxed with someone else and my side was aching from laughing all night. The more we talked the more I knew she was something special. At first I thought she would look great on my arm but the more time we spent together the more I knew she would look even better in my heart. I thought to myself, All that imagery fro m a single scent and couldn’t help but smile. I closed my eyes and inhaled her sweetness again wrapping her up into me even tighter. It was then I noticed that she had changed from sweet hugging to groping and was softly stroking me through my shorts. Feeling the tug of reality I quickly responded by grabbing some hips and pulling them close for a little horizontal grinding. Slowly our kissing and caressing turned to tickling and teasing and again evolved to more passionate caressing and exploring. In a unorchestrated dance our clothes were slowly removed and not easily but with out loss of passion or lip contact. Our warm bodies pressed together and entangled in a dance of love and we rolled over and enfolded each other again and again. Soon we both had enough of this tango and as she was grabbing me to guide me into a union of our bodies I was already rolling on top. I felt direction in her hand and her legs but most of all in her eyes. They were sexy adoring and inviting all at the same time. I slowly pushed inside her, her eyes closes and contented pleasure radiated from her face. Like the first sip of a fine bottle of wine the first plunge inside is also special. Our slightly different body temps adjust to each other and my dryness is compensated by her sweet aromatic wetness as two become one.
I can’t begin to describe how good I felt at that moment physically or emotionally. immersing myself into her was just a completion of the special relationship we have and if it was possible I felt as if I was melting into her. I felt we were becoming closer than humanly possible no longer two halves but entirely a whole. Losing myself in the feeling I found I was thrusting faster and faster in response to the primal urges inside me and to everything her body beneath was telling me too. I could feel her angling her hips to accept me deeper and as I pulled back her entire body pulled on me to return to her passionate embrace. Sometimes when we made love it was a contest of who could please who the most or which one of us would take lead trying to fulfill one of our sensual needs. But tonight was one of those nights where it bloomed into something more than physical and into something deeper. Not just two people giving each other pleasure but a consummation of our special connection. I loved her so much sometimes I thought I would explode and in these special moments of intimacy I felt closer than ever. Not long after I started I felt myself heading towards my peak with that familiar warmth and tingling deep inside me spreading through my loins. There are times I like to hold back building up a kind of tension that becomes unbearable just before I release all that pent up energy but not this time. Now I would let the wave takes its course and crest with all its power. I could sense the same urgency from her in the way she grabbed me and the way she kissed me back. Listening to the sounds I was making and how my pumping was getting more and more intense I’m sure she was sensing my approaching climax. She pulled her knees up higher to get me deeper if that was even possible and pulling on me harder with her arms around me raking her nails up and down my back. My hips bucked into hers and she met each of my thrust with an accepting thrust of her own. It was like a sexual rodeo and we were holding on for a wild ride.
With a few last furious jackhammers like pumps I felt myself go over the top and my body was no longer under my control. My body was humming as the power of my release was beginning to be un leashed. I held myself still as I began to explode buried deep inside her and she held me as tight as I held onto her. My fingers were full of her hair as I held on around her face and I could feel her firm grip upon my own locks as we held on for our final eruptions. My body pulsed with rigidity as the waves of my powerful orgasm crashed through me and I felt her body echo mine adding another dimension of pleasure to the moment. Buried into her warm hips they milked me as my body convulsed trying to expel every drop. Her body eagerly accepted all I had to give and more and my internal blast was the final push needed to send her into the throws of her own powerful climax. We squeezed each other tight and held on as our peaks dovetailed together what I started she would finish. As lost as we were in the pleasure of the moment and the rapture of our bodies we were still keenly aware of how beautiful it was to climax together. Slowly we caught out breaths while still holding each other tight and in that close tender moment I kissed a tear from her face. I couldn’t possibly love her more than I did right then and I hoped that through our intimate physical connection she could sense how strongly I felt. If I could truly capture this moment in words it should be in the dictionary as a fitting definition for the words “making love” so everyone could be inspired to strive for such a deep connection. A little while later I was lying on my back, exhausted yet wholly contented, with her curled up and wrapped around me as we snuggled up for the night. I caught a glimpse of the star filled night sky over the edge of the skylight and a cool breeze wafted in helping me drift off to a deep and peaceful sleep.
I woke the next morning refreshed and alone, sort of. I could smell fresh brewed coffee wafting through the cabin and it was reaching across pulling me up by the nose. Just filing up 2 cups she carefully spun around and took a sip checking for sugar and milk levels and while contemplating the taste she slyly looked at me with a grin and said “nice pants”. Looking down I noticed that in my haste to get my cup of java I had put them on backwards. All I could do was shrug with a smile and in defense of myself I said, “‘someday everyone will be wearing them this way, I’m a trend setter you know!” She smiled a devilish grin and said “ that explains the hair then too!” and burst into a giggle. I said “you wish you had thick locks like mine!” Tying vainly to force into place the wild waves of hair that were still in the shape my pillow had formed. “ You know it does remind me of something” she said, then pretending to be in deep recollection “ Yes I know its my old toilet brush! It had that same crazy shape.” Again she burst into with the hysterical laughter at her own humor. By this time I was close enough to grab my cup of Joe and gave a forewarning look as I said, “just wait till I have my coffee then you’ll be in trouble!” Laughing still she said “ ill be over here big guy, sitting by the table trembling in fear!” She continued her chuckling and I swear she snorted at me. I said “I’m sorry were you talking? I was enjoying my coffee” trying to ignore her giggling. She said “yes, I said the net is up on deck in case you want to land that hair.”
Not being one who couldn’t take a hint I quickly headed off the shower as soon as my coffee was done and before long we were heading in to dock the boat and explore the quaint looking town on the edge of the bay. We spent the day walking around the village looking at antiques and little eclectic shops strewn around the winding shore roads. We ventured in towards the residential area and rated the houses according to how much we liked it or not or how needy it was for a construction crew. We had lunch in a small café close to the dock where the food was as good as the service. While a lot was the friendly people we met a lot of too was who I was with. Sometimes it was like traveling with the mayor I thought as her friendly nature and personality always put people at ease. Almost every encounter could turn into a lengthy conversation that yielded little nuggets of information about the intricate details of life in a small seaside town. Not that I’m complaining about it, we did hear some great stories and such but it may have been her beauty that caught my attention but it was her charm and character that kept it. After lunch we rented two mountain bikes and took off for a scenic ride and a nature preserve with trails to ride just a short distance up the coast. I said I would be the one to stay in the rear if we had to ride single file when cars came by or the road narrowed and she agreed easily. Of course there was an entirely selfish motivation behind my offer other than her safety. With her in front I’d always have something interesting to look at if the scenery let me down. I think she was onto my plan but she played it close to the vest and didn’t say anything about the riding arrangements but I swear she was adding extra wiggle whenever she could. Soon enough we found the park and took the long trail reserved for bikes and quickly disappeared into the lush forest. After a while the trail slopped upwards and made pedaling increasingly difficult so we slowed the pace and started to walk with the bikes. We were hiking and not in a race so we took our time and enjoyed the outdoors as much as we enjoyed being together.
The longer we stayed on the trial the more isolated it became and we never saw another person the entire time we were there. The canopy of leaves provided shade from the sun but it was still quite warm especially during the pedaling part of the ride and I was starting to wilt from the heat. Just in time we came a cross a mountain stream that paralleled the trail for a while and spying a nice spot to take a break we headed off the beaten path. I was first and even though the water was knee deep at best I sank down and floated off on my back in the cool shallow water. I was instantly refreshed as my body quickly cooled off and the water felt invigorating and at the same time sensual as it flow around my body and made contact with every inch of me. She entered the water slowly dipping low to immerse most of her body. Standing up she waded out towards me and I sensed the water had the same effect on her as it did to me. I just floated and grinned as I admired her figure slinking towards me. It was erotically draped by her wet clothes and I could see the curves of her hips and the shapes of her breasts which were almost visible through the wet material. I felt like I was in my own personal swimsuit model session and my mind was taking in every frame into memory. Kneeling in the water she stretched out and floated herself towards me and glided right up my body. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me softly as I found the shallow bottom and kept us from going under. With a sexy smile I looked at her and said we have to stop meeting like this.
She said yes we are making the fish jealous. They have to learn how to spawn sometime I said and pulled her tighter into me pressing our hips together with a little grinding as I kissed her long and hard. While catching our breaths she smiled and said is it me or does water do something us she said with a mischievous smile and moved in for more tongue tango. I moved us back a bit into shallower water where I could sit on the sandy bottom and still have the cool water flow around us. It wasn’t long before she asked if that was a salamander in my pants or was I just happy to see her. Laughing we both stood up and took a look around to survey our surroundings and although it seemed we were all by ourselves she suggested we hike up towards the rocky hills behinds us for complete privacy and lots of uninterrupted attention. Leaving the bikes hidden behind a thick stand of bushes we headed up towards the near slope and disappeared into the dense foliage. By now we were side by side walking between the trees which were pleasantly spaced for hiking through. As the trees got thicker we got closer finally walking hip to hip as we searched for a perfect spot. It took longer than I thought because I kept stopping every so often to pull her to me and kiss her hard and long. Almost every time we walked by a large tree that was perfect for pinning her against while we kissed and I could passionately fondle her body at the same time. Passions we simmering inside me and each time we stopped to kiss the fire got a little hotter.
Her skin was still cool from the water and clothes wet enough to enhance the sensation of touch when I ran my hands over her body while our mouths were locked together. Each time we stopped we went a little further from just kissing to groping to pumping my hips into hers letting her know feel excited I was getting. Sweet whimpers of pleasure fanned my flames as we absolutely drove each other crazy. If we didn’t find a good place soon I was going to consummate our love standing up against a tree. Fortunately we came across a deep depression in the landscape that was surrounded by trees with a large flat piece of bedrock jutting out from the earth and its face was being warmed by the sun. We both looked at each other and like some other couple in a garden we smiled as if just taking a bite of an apple. I sat on the rock and pulled her to me and instead of the quick lurch into passion like when we stooped while we walked this embrace was slower and more deliberate. I guess the hurried feeling of finding a hidden place was gone and we felt there was no rush and went to savor every minute. She kissed me sweetly and soulfully and the feeling it gave me she would never have to speak the words I love you. I was keenly aware of every place our bodies made contact and the reaction my body had to the touch of hers. We had some great chemistry between the two of us, both physically and mentally and I could feel my body was having a serious reaction that required immediate attention. it was as if my body was so attuned to the energy from hers I bet I would feel her approach me from silently from behind somehow sensing her presence as she drew near. That aura of her was having an effect on me and I had all the classic symptoms of a man in trouble. I was breathing heavy, had a slight sweat and a feeling of being flushed from head to toe. Not to mention some strategic swelling that would need triage very soon. She was driving me wild just with her kisses and when she raked her nails across my back and up and around across my stomach I thought I would jump right out of my clothes.
I showered her face and neck with kisses and nibbles as I pulled her tighter to me and pressed us together trying not to squeeze too hard as I got swept up in the passion. My hands we roaming her body from her soft and curvy hips all the way up to her face which I held sometimes while we kissed or gently brushed the hair from he face. I ran my hands along her torso and slid up under her shirt in the back to unhook the clip of her bra. With her breasts now liberated I moved to the front of her shirt and used both hands to fondle them and add yet another dimension to the sexual heat of my kisses. I loved how they felt in my hands and could feel them stiffen from my attentions. Using my palms I rubbed small circles just on her nipples and the effect it had on her was sweet music to my ears and lips. Like musical instrument I expertly caressed, squeezed and softly pinched a symphony of throaty moans from her. the more I played with her body the harder we kissed and the more she climbed on top of me. I felt the grip of her knees around my hips and the rhythmic grinding of her hips on mine. I loved to touch every part of her body and it was impossible for me to keep my hands off it. With her wonderful legs so close I had to run my hands over them up the outer thighs both hands in sync, gliding up to grab a handful of her superior posterior. As hot as we made each other there was no escaping the fact that we had to stop long enough to remove the barrier that was out clothes. I’m sure I looked as flush as she did and I wondered if I had that same determined look in my eyes as she did. I peeled off my shirt and shorts and laid them out on the giant boulder for some padding. I looked over to her and she was naked except for her shoes and when she shook her hair out and looked at me I could feel my blood almost boiling inside me. To me she was sexy in several ways and I loved each and every way her sexuality radiated from her. One aspect I liked best was she as not shy with her wants and needs and as I sat on the edge of the rock she grabbed exactly what she wanted. No matter how many times or ways we could be physically intimate ill never grow tired of the excitement I get from knowing that se desired me in the same carnal way that I wanted her. With a firm grip on my manhood she resumed kissing me and stroking me at the same time. She straddle over me and brought my swollen head to the center of her loins and by softly rubbing it around in circles she made sure we both were primed and ready for lift off. I was as hard as I possibly could be and I could tell she was equally excited because I encountered no resistance as she sank onto me.
Sometimes when we make love it’s a slow evolving process which can take quiet a long time. We enjoy every minute reveling in our enjoyment of each others pleasures both giving and taking until the passion escalates into a fulfilling final cathartic climax. Other times there are occasions like this where we have been stoking our lusty fires for quiet a while and our souls crave a much more rapid form of gratification. This was most defiantly the latter of these two situations and the fires were raging out of control. While I was pursuing entrance she was already guiding me in as both of us were in need of the ultimate union. I felt her hands on my shoulders as she used them like handlebars to hold onto for the ride. On top of me and bouncing on her legs she quickly brought it up to a rapid pace. The sensation was incredible as she plunged up and down my length almost letting me come all the way out before plunging all the way down again. I sensed her arching her hips in different angles to let my head bounce off that sensitive pleasure center inside of her or to make the ridge and ripples of my love shaft vibrate as it slid past her throbbing pleasure pearl. The sensation I got when she paused at the top of her stroke and changed directions and my head was pushed back into the folds of her pumping hips was almost unfair the way it brought me closer and closer to the grand finale. I could see her face lose focus as she got lost in the moment as I was and by the sounds she as making I knew it wouldn’t be long before she reached her peak also. In our own language of moans, grunts and touch we let each other know the effect we had on each other and of the inevitable approaching explosions. The climax was swift, strong and almost simultaneous. As I felt the fluid erupt through me and into her I could feel her entire body shaking as she rode out all the waves of her beautiful orgasmic aria. My hips bucked and my legs went rigid with as it sang back to hers and for a few moments nothing else in the world seemed to matter. Collapsing on me in a breathless heap we held onto each other closely sharing that moment of total intimacy until we caught our breaths and recovered our senses a bit. A better picture could not be painted of the two of us alone in the wilderness united in our tender embrace lying on a sun dappled piece of rock.
We laughed and kissed and tried to compose ourselves as the sun beat down on us and we feared that anyone we met from here after would know how naughty we were in the depths of the forest. With weak legs we hiked the last leg of the trail with a less hurried pace and even less space between us. There was no need for words while we walked just looks of love and smiles all the way to the end. Picking up the bikes we pedaled back to town and returned the bikes to the rental place found a place to get some dinner to go and then headed back to the boat. I used the little outboard to pilot the boat out to a safe and more secluded mooring towards the far end of the little harbor. In no time at all I had the anchor set and the boat readied for a calm night on the water. As I finished I saw her setting up our dinner on he front deck. With our finest paper china and plastic silverware we dinned in style on the deck and sipped a nice glass of wine as the sun provided a spectacular display for our meal. At some point after eating I moved to sit against the railing and she quickly maneuvered herself in between my legs and we watched the orangey red sun disappear behind the horizon. We sat like that for a long while in the fading twilight. I had my arms around her as she snuggled into my body and we sat facing the fading glow of daylight. Sated from dinner and a tiring day out on the shore. Between our activities of the day and with a full belly, I began to drift off, losing my touch with the world. She felt me falling asleep and pulled me up and held my hand as we walked down into the boat. She helped me off with my clothes, giving her approval along the way as more of my body was exposed but never wavering in her determination to put me to sleep. In no time I was down to my shorts and guided into bed, with the blanket brought up around me. A few minutes later she crawled in, inserting herself into me, as I lay in a semi fetal position, puling my arm and the blanket of her and snuggling down for the night. I can’t begin to describe how wonderful the feeling being snuggled together under the covers, warm and safe and together nestled in the hold of each other and our dreams.
The next morning we crammed together behind one side of the little dining table below deck, laid out some of our maps and charted our course for the next few days. We tried to pick places that would be scenic as well as fun to explore. Each time she leaned across the table I would her head would pass in front of my face and I would inhale the sweet smelling aroma that permeated her beautiful hair. It was extremely distracting to say the least but I somehow struggled through. I did put my arm around her and pull us together as we poured over all the tourist and visitor booklets we had of the entire coastal area. A little while later we finished our itinerary and before long were under way cutting through the water under full sail heading out towards the open ocean. The water was fairly calm and the sun was warm and strong creating perfect weather for sailing. A steady wind pushed us on our way and all we had to do was enjoy the ride. I had the most beautiful shipmate I could possibly have in all the world and the thought left a permanent smile on my face. In the back of my mind there was some remembrance of colleagues I left behind huddled over their workstations in some stuffy building someplace in some crowded city that I can’t seem to recall clearly anymore. The nirvana of sailing thankfully blotted out all past recollections of the job and hectic life I used to muddle through. Now my job was piloting my ship and exploring the world with my best friend and had only to answer to ourselves. Days of the week meant nothing to us, for everyday was simply known as today. There was no time clocks no overtime no schedules or meetings or any of the trapping that served to oppress us in our everyday lives. We took turns at the helm as the ship cut across the gentle sea swells better than a classic roadster cutting turns and cruising down deserted old country roads. By midday we figured we were ahead of schedule due to some fortunate winds but we kept the boat going at a good clip. While I was lost in the art of piloting our boat she popped below deck for a while and left me to keep the roadster on course by myself.
A short while later she returned with some sandwiches and fruit we bought the day before in town. We ate right there at the wheel while she pointed out all kinds of wildlife and points of interest along the visible coastlines and waterways we were passing. After the sandwiches she kept moving closer and closer and she fed me cool grapes that she plucked off their stems. At first it was just simply giving me some fruit but like almost everything we do it turned into more erotic play with her teasing my lips or suggestively eating one for me until the last few were delivered to me by mouth. I remarked that these were my favorite kind of fruit, tart grapes with sweet lips. That earned me another kiss and she turned around and snuggled her back into my chest. Silently we stood at the helm pressed together simply enjoying the ride. We kept our course which was basically following the coast south. Arm in arm we watched the spray jump over the front of the boat as it cut through the ocean waves offering a cooling mist to go with the spectacular view. I put my arm around her and held onto her partly so she wouldn’t stumble in the rocking of the boat but mostly because I loved to have her pressed into me. She held my arm with both of hers and every now and then I would kiss her on the head and squeeze a little tighter. Some have to climb mountains or go through harrowing trials of life to find their inner peace. What so many seek and few ever find we found in some fiberglass cloth and the company of each other.
The our first stop on the map looked good on the map till we arrived and the harbor was a little more industrialized than we had planned so we kept going finally stopping for the evening in a beautiful secluded cove surrounded by giant houses we could never afford. I sad how could any self respect person live there as I pointed to a rather large estate; the pool isn’t even Olympic size. Some people just make do I guess she said and we burst out laughing at each other. We quickly secured the boat for the night and headed below to the tiny accommodations to make some dinner. I found some lively music playing on the portable radio and we half danced and swayed as we bumped together every now and then. Mostly on purpose as we danced around the little cabin while fixing our dinner and setting up for the evening. I loved to touch her and even in passing I would hold her softly as we passed and she would always return a caress. People often though we were newlyweds by the way we acted and always surprised when they learn of how long we have been together. I find it surprising and hard to fathom how two people in love can grow apart and lose the desire they once had for each other. The more I’m with her and the longer I know her the deeper and richer our love becomes.
While we ate a simple meal in our sparse surroundings we planed out or trip for the next day. Afterwards we played a few games of chess on the deck and drank some great wine we picked up in the last port and enjoyed yet another beautiful sunset. As the stars came out I pointed out all the constellations and their stories and legends I could recall from my high school astronomy class. I’m sure she knew them too but she let me ramble on. I think she just like listening to my voice snuggled up next to me. I think she let me win a game of chess too but I really was becoming a better player. In truth wining was far less important to us than the enjoyment we derived from playing together. Before long the moon was climbing in the night sky and we both starting to yawn and feel the call of out bed. We gathered ourselves together and stumbled down below to pack it in for the night and as usual she ran straight for the head while I had to fumble for the lights. I stripped down to my shorts and then it was my turn to brush those pearly whites. When I can back she was still up and about and I zoomed over for a kiss. She gave me a quick kiss and slid in close and put her arms around me giving me the sweetest hug. I kissed the top of her head and she squeezed me tighter and we just stayed in that embrace. Soon we realized the soft patter from the portable radio had changed from mindless prattle to the sweet sounds of a slow oldies tune. With the music and a soulful voice keeping time we started swaying to the music as best we could in the cramped little quarters in the belly of our boat.
I ran my fingers through her hair as she kissed me on the chest and roamed he hands across my back and gave a gentle hug every so often. When the song was over we kept on dancing a little while longer. As we stopped she planted a kiss on my face and said I love. I said I know. And before I could start giggling she poked me hard in the ribs. Wrong answer wise guy she said with a sexy wild look in her eyes. Now this is where I get myself into real trouble. She was reloading her arm for another strategically placed poke and I started to giggle which only got me another poke. Now I was in a fit of full-blown laughter. How was I to give my appropriate response when I couldn’t ever breathe? She turned me around and poked me towards the bed and I couldn’t even blurt out the word stop I was laughing so hard. I fell into bed uncontrollably giggling and frantically fighting off more pokes and tickles while trying to stop myself from laughing. Finally I just grabbed her and rolled on top where I planted a forceful kiss on her mouth as a peace offering and instantly the mood changed. If I ever was unable to voice my love for her she would know by the passion in my kisses. I kissed her long and sweetly and her lips reached out for mine, not ready to stop as I pulled away. Softly I slid my lips across the side of her face up to her ear where I kissed the lobe and pressing our faces together I whispered I love you softly into her ear. Like the wind makes ripples on the water I could feel the effect of my warm breath spoken in her ear in a wave of goose pimples that appeared on her soft skin. Not to be defeated but my passionate embrace she said I know you do and gave me one more poke for good measure.
In the morning the sun came up while we sat on the deck and watched it burn off the morning fog. We sipped some tea and broke our fast with some bakery scones we had bought a few days before. As the fog lifted from the water so too from our sleepy heads and I noticed her grinning as she looked at me and knew my hair must be puffed into some funny shape again. I said “something wrong?” Oh no she giggled nothing at all. Paused for a moment and added nothing a hot shower or a sturdy two by four couldn’t fix and giggled even more at her own wit. I said we could discuss this in the water raising an eyebrow to emphasis my hollow threat. Laughing she said, “No thanks, one day of smelling like seaweed is enough for me.” “Good” I replied, “now pass me a hat” and we both had a good laugh. After breakfast we packed up and were soon back on the move and were sailing across smooth water and taking turns plying our skills at the helm. By midday we came to our next port of call and eagerly tied up to the pier for an extended stay. Then as fast as we could we cleaned up and made out selves presentable to explore another eclectic seaside town. With a jump to the main land we walked a brisk pace to the center of town. Hunger is a great motivator and it had us both in high gear. We found a rustic bistro that served a wide variety of local seafood and the prices were good enough not to give us sticker shock afterwards. Once our appetite was sated we set out on foot to explore the surroundings. There was no shortage of places to shop at ranging from antiques to art to junk. Thank goodness window-shopping is free I thought to myself. We watched an artisan blow glass and make a beautiful vase even with all the questions we had asked him about the process. After all the queries he had answered for us combined with the time we spent watching him work we both felt obligated to buy something. Of course event the smallest items were expensive and delicate glass was the last thing one would really want to put on a boat. Nonetheless we found a piece we both really liked and had him wrap it up for a long voyage.
So with box tucked under one arm and my beautiful escort on the other we continued our jaunt through yet another quaint little village. Doubling back we crossed the piers where we were docked and not too far away we noticed there was an attractive restaurant in which the back half opened out onto the water. As she saw it she turned and looked at me and I instantly knew what we were doing for dinner that night. To work up our appetite we walked along the waters edge making friends with a few dogs playing in the sand and some of their owners too. Most of our beach time was spent searching the sand for treasure. Treasure for us was not some washed up pieces of pirate’s booty but simpler things like seashells o pieces of wood and glass worn smooth by its time spent with the sand and sea. We tried to find something from everyplace we visited but since the boat was limited on space we had to keep our mementos on the smaller side. After much searching and judging potential winners we eventually settled on one particular item. It was a simple scallop shell but its inside had a wild pattern of purple iridescent waves that faded to a deep red color towards its outer edges and reminded us of some of the sunsets we’ve experienced of late. It was a beautiful souvenir for this part of our journey and it would be carefully stored with the same care as the glass piece we just bought. After a day of exploring we made it back to the boat where I checked and secured a few things for the night then went below to get ready to go to dinner. I popped out of the tiny shower vigorously toweling off and she was just slipping into her evening dress. Packing for our extended trip we had to bring only what we would need and elegance was a luxury but we did manage to fit in one nice outfit apiece for places like tonight which were more upscale than the average restaurant. We do enjoy dressing up once in awhile it makes a night out seem a little more special and we both loved the effect wearing something distinguishing had on the other. She loved how a sports jacket or suit framed my body or how a nice tie and dress pants could create sensual vertical lines that she loved to visually admire. Nice clothes gave a confidence and a special feeling inside and I loved to enhance myself like that for her. I watched her finish dressing as I did some visual drinking of my own silently admiring every little thing she did. From the sexy way she tilted her head to install some earrings to how the sensual snakelike movements she made to slink the dress totally onto her frame.
Silky black satin flowed over her length bunching slightly on her curves perfectly accentuating her figure and then draping down half her body. It teasingly covered her desirable figure and I enjoyed being given a tasty glimpse of the beauty beneath the material. On the one hand she looked stunning in that dress and I loved to see her wear it and I couldn’t be prouder to be her escort. I would take her anywhere she wanted to go and would never tire of seeing her wear beautiful things. On the other hand I caught of glimpse of her body just as it disappeared under the silky fabric and that had an entirely different effect of its own. I saw a matching satiny lace bra and panties and those thick bands at the tops of a pair of thigh highs which were clinging to her slender legs all of which made me want to rush over there and run my hands all over that lace covered body. As hard as it was to resist that temptation I managed to but now my mind would be preoccupied with that erotic vision. Knowing what was teasingly close underneath her dress would drive me crazy all night in anticipation of unwrapping such a special gift. She unfurled he hair, let it flow over her shoulders and back and turned to face me with her head tilted sexily to the side as she put another earrings into place. She shot me awry smile and said too bad you can go like that, the towel look works for me. I replied I’d get some palm fronds so I can fan you while I feed you grapes in bed. She giggled and said get dressed slave boy I’m hungry. Luckily my nicer clothes we not wrinkled and I was quickly dressed and topside ready to go in just a few minutes. She was leaning on the boats railing and obviously admiring me as I came up from below said you clean up pretty good sailor with definite approval on her face. Smiling at me she had a look in her eye that let me know my clothes did the same things to her as hers did to me. She was framed by the colors of the almost vanishing sunset behind her and with slight breeze was keeping her hair off to one side and the way she smiled at me sent shivers through me. Sometimes I can’t believe how lucky I am being the benefactor of her love. I came in close and while staring into her eyes I said you look stunning and kissed her softly on the lips. Turning to the side I offered her my arm which she eagerly took and we headed back to dry land for dinner.
The restaurant was as nice inside as it was out and not too crowded so the wait was short. In no time at all we were seated at a quaint candle lit table for two off to the side in the great outdoor area and a small band was setting up for a night of live music. A cool summer breeze kept us comfortable as we sipped a fine wine as the stars came out and filled the night sky above the water. We were too hungry to dance so we ordered right away each of us getting something the other wanted to try. Some of the perks of dining with your best friend were not only the conversation great but tasting each other meals wasn’t taboo. Almost like a reception we got in a few dances in between courses and although I have a hard time recalling the actual meal ill never forget how beautiful she looked. Simple jewelry, an elegant dress and her natural charms were a sight to behold and with the memory of what lie beneath my minds and eyes were always fixed on some part of her. I sensed the same from her and after a few glasses of wine with dinner her sexy dreamy eyes starting to appear and twinkle. All the while there were people making their way on and off the dance floor and one elderly yet spry couple caught our attention. I could feel her squeeze my hand across the table while we watched them shuffle on and off the dance floor. I knew she was projecting us into them and imagining us in our golden years still full of life and love for each other. When the band broke into a familiar slow number she gave me that look and I took my cue. Care to dance my love I asked her and she was up and pulling me towards the floor in a flash. The cute old couple smiled art us as our paths crossed on our war towards the floor and they gave us knowing smiling nods as if turning the spotlight over to us. We embraced close to dance and she rested her head on my shoulder while we gently swayed with the music. Occasionally she would squeeze a little tighter emphasizing a particular lyric and I would squeeze her right back with a kiss her forehead too. I could see our little old friends beaming at us then at each other as they saw something of themselves in us and we all smiled sharing a secret understanding of what its like to be truly in love.
She pulled back a bit looked at me with a sly sexy grin and asked how I knew she was the right one. About you I said slightly hoping it was a question about my choice of dinner but she kept on point and again asked how I knew. I could see she wouldn’t let me evade the question and I wasn’t sure if this was some insecurity of hers or if she just liked hearing me tell her how much I love her. It could also be that she simply enjoyed making me squirm or blush. Trying to compose my thoughts I looked out at the water and could see the reflected light of the moon sparkling on the remnants of a wake made by a passing boat. The rolling scintillating waves had a hypnotic effect and I thought it was as beautiful a sight as it was to hold her in my arms. I wished I was as verbally elegant as the water was graceful so I could convey how I truly felt about her inside. Smiling at her I hugged her tighter and in her ear I softly spoke first saying simply that some things you just know. I don’t really know how I knew but I did. The moment I met you I knew we made a connection on a deeper level. The more I was with you the harder it was to be apart. I’ve had crushes before even thought I was in love once but that all changed when I met you. Before I met you I would wonder if I was in love or just infatuated and worried I couldn’t tell the difference. After you kissed me there was no doubt in my mind what love was anymore. Even my dreams at night changed from dreams of me to dreams of we. Once I tried to imagine what life with true love would be like and now I can’t imagine it without you. Turning the tables I asked of her if she would still love me when I’m old and gray. She smiled up at me with an adoring look and eyes that were on that watery side and said as long as my heart beats my love it beats for you. She touched my face and drew me in for a kiss and we held each other tighter our lips delicately dancing to the same rhythm our bodies had as we kept swaying to the music. When the music stopped we reluctantly headed back to our table hand in hand. I could see that cute little old couple smiling and watching us as we made our way back. As we saw our future selves in them they too looked on us and reminisced about the passions of their younger days and they sat there beaming. As they watched us they were reminded of their own relationship from its early inception to where they were now remembering a lifetime of being in love. I knew deep inside I would be able to draw upon similar memories and feelings and one day smile with the same satisfaction.
After a nice cup of coffee and splitting a dessert I saw the band came back and they started playing some swing music. Faster than the dessert disappeared I was quickly whisked out back onto the dance floor doing my best to pretend I knew what I was doing. Luckily I had a patient partner who was also a good teacher. She adjusted to my rhythm and speed and actually made me look good out there. I was captivated by her infectious enthusiasm and by how much she was enjoying herself it was pure fun to be with her. She was beauty dancing and I enjoyed watching her whole body gyrate slink and move around me. When I wasn’t totally preoccupied with keeping up I was admiring her from head to toe. From the way her hair flowed around her smiling face or how her dress hugged and hung over her figure stopping at the perfect height to show off her surefooted long legs. I loved looking at every inch of her and I wasn’t entirely sure which was causing my temperature to rise between the wine and the dancing. Deep down inside I knew it was being with her that caused this incurable fever and my only cure was steady doses of her love. To give us a breather the band changed to a slow number and I brought her in close for a kiss. She played with the back of my hair as we exchanged sweet little kisses. Teasers of the deeper passionate ones we would exchange later. With the lights low the floor sparsely populated and the music playing soft and sweetly we danced a little while longer. As we could hear the end approaching of the latest slow number she pulled slightly back and I looked in her eyes and I gave a slight bump to her hips from mine that only she could feel. She gave me a seductive look that turned my internal furnace up a notch and ask if I was ready to go. I slide a hand down the small of her back and let it trail off her rear with the open palm of my hand. To anyone watching they wouldn’t see anything out of the ordinary only we knew the game of secret tag we played. With a slight grin she turned to leave and in process got me back by swiping her hand across my crotch and saying follow me boy. It was all I could do not to run.
Leaving the restaurant we made out way toward the water and too the long way back to the boat walking along the edge of the beach at night. A half moon provided plenty of light once our eyes adjusted to the dimness. We had taken our shoes and socks off and the cool sand felt kind of erotic squishing between out toes even more so as we crossed over into the where the sand was wet from softly rolling waves of the harbor. We walked along arm in arm just enjoying an after dinner walk in the night air when we came upon the pier that leads out to where all the boats were docked. it was high enough to walk under at the point and on the other side we were going to make our way inland to get on the topside of the pier and head back to the boat Underneath it was even darker but enough light reflected off the sand from the lights along the edge of the pier and we could see all the way back to where the pier met the land. When we cam out on the other side the light from the pier made it seem even darker by contrast underneath meaning it was easy to see out but not in. We both looked at each other and with a devilish grin on our faces as we both had some naughty ideas. Before I could finish a thought I was quickly being pulled in towards the darkness. She moved to the center of the walkway spun around and leaned her back up against a main timber that had a bit of an angle to it. Moving in closer she had a look in her eyes that sent waves of heat through my body. I wasn’t sure how far she would let us go under here and I was kind of nervous about being seen but did look pitch black under here from the outside so I decided some passionate kissing couldn’t hurt. I felt like it was prom night and we were sneaking off under the boardwalk and the song was playing in my head.
Perhaps it was the wine or talking while dancing but what ever the reason she was full of sexual energy and it was oozing from her kisses. Right away her tongue sought mine and they danced closer than our bodies had earlier in the evening. Our hands frantically caressed each other as we pulled ourselves closer and tighter. I felt her leg slink up the side of mine and it too wrapped around me pulling me in. I had her by the hips and pulled them hard into me almost lifting her off the sand. I let my weight lean forward and my body pinned her between me and the giant post. Soft moans drove me wild and she whimpered for more as I let my weight rise and fall against her like I did with the power of my kisses. The longer I kissed her the more I tried to squeeze her into me and the more I could feel the leg wrapped around me trying to pull me in closer too. My hands were tingling as they roamed over her body and it felt electric to touch her through that silky dress. I slide my hand down from her knee up her thigh and over the tight bands of elastic at the top of her thigh highs. The transition from silk to silky skin and back to the silk of her panties just added fuel to my fire. I slid my hand under her panties feeling the luscious softness that is the curve of her rear. I kept gliding back and forth from the silky feel of the stocking on her legs and back again to the cool soft flesh of her hip and buttocks. I roamed my hand under her leg squeezing her firm thigh then across her bottom so I could drag my nails up the inner thigh of her other leg.
As I pulled back across I let my fingers softly trail across her panties and her whole body jumped as she moaned through a kiss. She had worked open my shirt and was rubbing her hand over my chest feeling the muscles beneath flex as the worked to hold onto her. Soft delicate fingers played with my nipples and the sensation went right to my loins. Her other hand was running its fingers through the back of my hair grabbing a fistful when she needed to hold on tighter. Playing with my nipples made me fixate on hers and I could see them trying their best to poke their way trough the sheer material. At that time I didn’t care much about anything we might or might not do but what I did know was that I had to have those luscious orbs in my hands. I moved my hands up her torso while kissing my way around to her ear then on down her neck while I positioned myself more squarely in front of her. I softly kissed her neck and chest as I moved in closer towards my goal. I slid the shoulder straps of her dress down her arms and she deftly freed her arms from and promptly grabbed my head to guide me into her rapidly breathing chest. I pulled her dress down in front revealing two beautiful sphere of my desire. I cupped them in my hands letting them feel the warmth of my gentle hands. Squeezing them softly I lifted them slightly felt their weight, their mass and their texture in my warm hands. Nothing else felt like them and holding and touching them gave me such a thrill and an even stronger urge to have them fill my mouth.
Next I made circles with my open palms letting just the tips of her swollen nipples feel the tickle from the center of my hands. I alternated between circling my palms and kneading the entire breast with my fingers and I could feel her weaken in the legs the longer I kept at it turning up the heat I gave them a more forceful aggressive grab and squeezed out toward the ends letting my fingers wind up pinching her breasts at the tips. I tugged on a large area at first then slipping back a little more I concentrated on just the nipples by rolling them in my fingers and applying just enough pressure to put her into overdrive. By the sounds she was making and the flaccidness of her body I knew I could have led her anywhere I wanted with just a tug. Her breathing was short and fast and gasped for breath when I finally put my lips to them. Holding them in my hands I gently squeezed them to a point to make them easier for me to consume. I gave each nipple a long soft kiss letting each kiss grow slightly stronger and longer until they became wanton sucks. They felt wonderful in my mouth and I loved to pleasure them for her. I flicked my tongue over the tips inside my mouth before drawing them up in a long slow suck occasionally releasing each in its turn with a little pop. Knowing her breasts were a direct link to her pleasure epicenter I tried everything I could imagine on her breasts only to drive her wild I nibbled on them, sucked them and even pushed her nipples inside out with my tongue before sucking them up again for a nipple blow job. It was intensely fun and highly erotic to play with her body especially knowing the effect I was having on her. If I couldn’t figure it out from the sounds she was making the way she was groping my crotch was another sure giveaway.
I was so turned on from playing with her body that I was already fully engorged inside my pants and she was fiercely massaging it through my pants. I finished unbuttoning my shirt and pulled her into me pressing my warm bare chest against hers and she kissed me hard and hungry. Not being able to endure anymore teasing we went the next level. I deftly unzipped my pants as she leaned back on the giant timber and her silky fingers gave my sack a loving squeeze before she followed my contours back up to the shaft where she grabbed it guided me towards the center of her hips. I helped hold her leg up as I moved in and pulled aside her silky panties which were soaked with her readiness. She was so ready for me and I sunk in slowly right up to the hilt and it wouldn’t take much for me to lose control inside her. It only took a few pumps of my hips before her whole body began shaking and thrashing from the intensity of her orgasm. It was a struggle for her to keep quiet beneath the pier but she managed. To share her orgasm so intimately is a beautiful gift and I can feel it reverberate throughout her entire body from her toes to her kisses. I can especially sense it in all the muscles of her pelvis and legs as they contracted and squeezed me and my shaft in an all out effort to milk me dry. Having her break all over me like that made me so ready to give my gift in return for hers. This time I wouldn’t pace myself as soon as I felt the peak approaching I wouldn’t hold it off and just let myself unleash for her. My hands held her hips as I pulled us together and pumped faster and faster. With long fast strokes I quickly felt that familiar fire spreading inside my loins as I felt some sweat trickle down the side of my face. I was biting my way up her neck and when I got to her ear I told her I wanted her chest and she let out a little squeal of delight and gave me a little bite right back on my lobe.
A few more thrusts deep inside and I was at the point of no return. I pulled out and stepped back a bit while she knelt on the soft sand at my feet. Cupping her chest in her delicate hands she and held her gorgeous breasts up for me with the nipples close together and leaned back awaiting my special icing. I was so primed and ready my shaft felt like it was humming like a tuning fork. All that was necessary was a few quick self pleasured strokes and it was like a gong went off in my body. My climax was strong and intensified by the rush of viscous fluid being forced up through my hypersensitive member. The sensations were so amazing I stopped breathing for those few moments as my body pumped itself empty of liquid. I proceeded to paint her breasts with streaks of my warm sticky ness and it coated and oozed over the nipples and down the curves of hr breasts finally tickling her fingers as gravity pulled it towards the sand. Still in the spasms of my waning climax I tried to coax out every last drop I had paying special attention to dribble onto her nipples. She giggled with delight as each streak and droplet hit her body and the sensation and heat from the fluid sent aftershocks through her. I moved in closer and began rubbing those big splotches of stuff around with my tip and she closed her eyes and smiled as she purred for me. She grabbed my length and by squeezing from the bottom up she worked out one more drop. It slowly pooled into a big droplet that hung at my very tip. She moves in and licked it off and I started to convulse all over again in my own aftershocks. With a quick kiss she let me go and stood up with a sexy smile as she massaged my icing all over her chest before pulled up the top of her dress. Soon I had throbbed down enough to get back into my pants comfortably and in the semi darkness we tried to make ourselves presentable in case we should encounter anyone on the way back to the boat. Safely back on the pier and almost back to the boat without incident we happened to look back towards the shoreline where we had walked across from the restaurant. We cold barely make out our friends from the restaurant, the cute old couple, taking the same path home as we did. We looked at each other with silly grins and I asked is she thought that they will find the pier as much fun as we did. They probably would she said with a twinkle in her eye, just a bit slower that’s all. Chuckling together we heading into our cabin and in not time at all we were fast asleep in our best spent from another wondrous day exploring land, sea and each other.
Yesterday had been a perfect day by all accounts and we enjoyed every sexy minute of it. Today cam on like a lion and turn our trip into a whole new ballgame. Setting sail in the morning the day started out damp and grey before it got really bad. Rough seas and torrential winds hampered our progress and finally around lunchtime we decided to ride out the storm somewhere calmer and safer. Checking the charts we picked a nearby inlet that not only was a perfect place to shelter from a storm but it also had a history of being known as a pirate stomping ground back in the days of yore. It was rumored to be haunted by the ghosts of the pirates and their victims. Sometimes ate at night it was said you could hear them off in the distance and see their spectral shapes still carrying on like all good pirates do. To us the area had a charm to it as we thought more of the romantic side of the swashbuckling pirate lifestyle with its daring men and dangerous women. We thought if the weather got a little better we might even try snorkeling for buried treasure. Fresh lobster counted are treasure too if you asked us. Unfortunately the weather wouldn’t cooperate and the water was cloudy from the rough seas. In spite of the tropical latitude we were anchored in the rain made it seem downright cold. It was a good day to catch up on some reading or even cleaning up the inside of the cabin seemed appealing compared with facing the weather. We did venture to a nearby marina late it the afternoon and went ashore to get some supplies. Since I was thinking of lobster all morning we went to pick up some fresh seafood to make for dinner. The boat’s cabin may have been small and the galley even smaller but it was surprising how well we did with what we had. We danced around and with each other during the whole dinner making process. It also made it easy to steal a kiss or a touch every time we passed. Of course the entire evening was peppered with pirate words and phrases as we called each other such monikers as Swabbie and Matey, with lots of arrgs thrown in for emphasis.
After a delicious meal we made ourselves comfortable and caught up on some more reading while listening to the radio and sipping a bottle of wine to its untimely demise. I had a yen for rum for some reason which I thought peculiar since I rarely had it. Perhaps it was all the pirate history she was reading to me from a tourist’s booklet she grabbed back at the local store. It was perfect fare for relaxing in the dimly lit cabin and like ghost stories around a campfire we eagerly drank them in. I had lusty visions of her in a busty dress or in one of those laced up nightshirts women of that period used to wear and I could see her seductively awaiting my return in a small cabin like ours in the depths of some tall ship. Quarters that were small and sparsely decorated but her sensual beauty would easily transformed simple amenities into a temporary sanctuary away from the hardness of life on the sea. She did mention I might look good in a wide brimmed hat too so I knew she was thinking along those same lines. With the sound of the rain hitting the deck above us we charted out our route for the following day weather permitting. The guy on the radio promised sun for tomorrow so with the cabin cleaned and our course chosen there was nothing left to do but get to sleep and speed the morning suns arrival. She fit perfect into the curve of my body in a fetal esc position like two spoons set one insider the other. Our contours felt as if they were made for each other and made it easy to snuggle up tight. I lightly kissed her head through her hair and the smell of her perfume mingled with the salty sea air made me dreamy. I whispered I love you into her ear and I could feel her body smile as it curled up tightly wrapped inside mine. I felt my body relax a little bit more with each breath exhaled and not long after we were both sound asleep.
Later that evening, still in the deep dark of night, I was startled awake by a loud clap of thunder and its rolling retort along with the sound of a heavy wind and rain hitting the top of boat. Being moored out in the middle of a small cove made every sound seem that much louder. The wind and rain made pulsing roar out side and the thunder shook the boat and my insides. Although still half asleep my chest was pounding from being startled so and I tried to get my bearings in the dark. Lightening flashed like a camera through the skylight giving me a second or two of eerie whitish light to look around the room. Somehow she was sleeping through it all and her peaceful sleeping image was soothing to me. She was in almost the same position in which we first went to sleep and as my pulse returned to normal I crept in close to reconnect our bodies tightly. With another flash of lightening and its subsequent sonic boom she instinctively moved back into the safety of my body. I reached out to try to make her feel safer by wrapping my body around hers swallowing her up with my arms are legs. Akin to jumping back into a warm bed I expected to feel that secure warmth allowing me to easily drift back into blissful sleep but what I got was got was pure magic instead. My mind was reeling with visions of buried treasure tall ships and an intense lust for my beautiful woman. Expecting just the pleasurable feeling of her snuggling body I was surprised that touching her set off a sensual fire inside me and deep inside I could sense it would not go un-quenched.
As I came out of my sleepy stupor and I realized I was lovingly caressing her body and lustfully gliding my hand over her skin and the soft fabric covering her body. Reaching down as far as I could I slinked my hand from her upper thighs all the way up her torso and belly and over ever inch of the softness of her chest. The bare skin of my legs generated waves of scintillating tingles as they entangled with hers. All the sensations of her warm silky body and her sleepy moans absolutely threw my libido into overdrive. Still snuggled like spoons she turned her face to me we locked together in deep hard kiss while storm outside was intensifying showering the boat with powerful rain and more frequent flashes of light and thunder. I could sense our bodies fumbling in the darkness and it felt strange to me. Usually we waltzed in bed as well as we did on the dance floor but tonight it seemed we had two left feet. Perhaps it was because we were still half asleep but I tend to believe in a more ethereal explanation. It’s hard to explain but in the flashes of light she appeared different to me her hair was darker, longer and her face seemed rounder but who knows what tricks the lightening can play on our eyes. My blood was hot and flowing fast by this time and all those thoughts left my head as we were consumed by the passions of the moment and had only on goal on both our minds. Without losing a beat I had my shorts off and hers pulled down so I could reconnect out bodies more intimately. I was already as stiff as could be and I started to glide in-between her silky smooth cheeks and thighs. The velvety smooth skin and the intense warmth of my erectness would not be mistaken for a peg leg I thought. All I wanted was to be inside her and with a little change in my angle I began to knock on the door by letting my swollen head glide up and down her entrance. I heard little moans of pleasure from her letting me know she was as aroused as I was which only adding heat to my already boiling blood. I slid my hand down her stomach feeling every curve and nuance of her body ending up sliding over her pleasure mound. I let my longest finger apply pressure to the sensitive area right above her jewel and I started rubbing softly on that most sensitive of areas. I felt her treasure was almost in my grasp and when I put a soft bite on the back of her neck her body came fully awake.
Unencumbered by logical thoughts we let our sensual selves free to run as wild as the storm swirling around us. When we usually made love it is a balance between wanting to fulfill those animalistic urges inside ourselves and the enjoyment of fulfilling those urges for each other. Usually we would delight in the giving sensual pleasures the each other and eagerly take what pleasure we wanted which were always lovingly given. Tonight in the midst of a tropical storm we both had a single mindedness to assuage our primal needs and I could feel the frantic pace we set. It didn’t take long before her essence oozed from her body and as wonderful as the sensation of sliding over her love petals covered in that warm slippery fluid my urges pushed me onward. She was so ready for me that I effortlessly popped inside her and sank in as deep as I could causing some loud grunts of delight from both of us. I drove myself into her with long deep powerful strokes as she pushed backwards into me with a power of her own and when we bottomed out we shook the bed harder than the thunder did. Instinctively she arched her hips to maximize my penetration and the friction of my shaft against her inside. I could feel my head bumping off her body inside and each time I hit the right spot she squealed with pleasure. I had one hand on her hip to help me pump and my other was wrapped in her hair holding on tight as we both matched the fury of the storm.
As fast as the wind can change in a storm so too did our positions. In between flashes of light she spun around and pulled me on top of her and I eagerly climbed aboard. In the flashing light I could see the rapture on her face the pleasure in her eyes and feel the tiger in her body. I felt her legs wrapped around me pulling me in and helping me thrust keeping me certain speed as her hips perfectly coaxed me towards the edge. Soaked in her wetness my scrotum and upper legs were damp from her moistness and it made the entire region cooler tickling and further making me crazed. I let my body press down into hers and she raked her nails up and down my back as we continued to thrash and grope at each other. Feeling that intense heat like sensation boiling up inside my loins I felt my climax swiftly approaching. There was no thoughts of holding back and savoring the feeling of dancing on the edge of orgasm this time the urges inside screamed to be sated. I hit my peak appropriately emphasized by a huge burst of thunder and I never stopped driving myself hard into her. Although I kept pumping my rhythm changed as I started to climax and she knew what those changes signified. My thrusts were more erratic my body had a familiar rigidity as the power of my orgasm racked my entire being. Knowing I was peaking was all the push she needed to set off an orgasmic thunder storm inside her own body. Every muscle in my body tried to contract in concert trying to help expel jets of viscous liquid from my depths.
I felt vibrations in my shaft like when you hold a garden hose as water rushes through it only it was her velvety soft walls that held my pulsating self as my pressure released into her. I held myself as deep as I could and the warm tingles of my hot juices releasing deep inside sent her convulsing into waves of her own. For several moments we were locked together unable to do anything but ride out the spasms of each other’s body. I came to my senses finally and realize I had a fistful of her hair and her teeth were holding onto my neck right above my shoulder. Gently I let go as she started to kiss her way up my neck and we kiss softly and sweetly as we caught out breath. I noticed the storm had subsided as the weatherman had promised and fresh clean cool air came in through the little porthole windows above our bed soothing our overheated bodies. I grabbed her to pull her close and she wiggled right into her place inside my body again. She held my arm wrapped in hers like a teddy bear as I stroked the hair from her eyes and face. Not long after I felt her give a slight jump the kind we all get as we drift off to sleep. I kissed the back of her head whispered I love you to her before falling back asleep myself. The next morning we awoke to bright sunlight pouring in from every penetration of the boat. I felt groggy from sleeping so long but the thunder kind of kept us awake for a while last night. I tired to remember the events of the night before but it all seemed a bit fuzzy and I laughed at my thinking we might have been possessed but some long forgotten lovers of the high seas but I did still had a hankering for some rum.