Sailboats & Lovers, Part 1
A short story of a sailor and his lover...
The sun streams in and warms my face. As I wake it is shining in my eyes and I reach up and cover them, the light is bright and wakes me too early once again. Damn I say to myself, I need to get curtains for these windows or I will never sleep past 7 am. I rub the sleep out of my eyes and start to sit up in my berth, but wait, what is that feeling, that presence, the smell of perfume? I glance over my shoulder and see her, she is here with me again, my lover....my raven-haired beauty.
Silently and softly I roll over as to not wake her. I lay there propped up on one elbow just watching her as she sleeps. Her hair is dark and tussled, partly from the sleep and partly from the night before. When we have our time together it is always special, it always exciting and it always last for hours. The feeling I get when we share and give ourselves to one another is not like a feeling I ever had with any other. I watch her breast as they rise and fall in sync with her soft breathing, her lips, always soft and sweet show a crooked little smile. Maybe she is dreaming of last night and the pleasure we gave each other?? Or maybe she is dreaming of a place she would like to visit, or our next adventure together?
I quietly slide off of the berth and step over to the galley area of the cabin. Boats being the small intimate places that they are, requires one to be extra quiet as not to wake your guest. I know she will enjoy coffee when she wakes, so I start the pot that I had set up the night before, thus no noise and she can sleep a bit longer.
Still, as I stand here, I gaze at her shape beneath the sheet, the outline of her slim and toned body, I can only think about the body that I have explored from head to toe, and have enjoyed, every touch, every inch that my hands and tongue have been able to reach and taste.
The smell of fresh coffee fills the air and I pour a cup for myself, still just sitting there watching her sleep. She is beautiful, as much when she sleeps as when she is awake and by my side. Her breathing is soft and easy.
The coffee has acted like a light alarm clock to her, she smells it and starts to wake slowly. The eyes kind of blink a bit, then the hands come up to rub the eyes and then go up and through her hair. Her hair is trimmed and styled short, just the perfect outline for her face. She looks up and me and smiles, the sparkle in her eyes is there once again, she smells the coffee and continues to smile at me. She has not said a word to me yet, but is signaling to me. She has lifted the sheet that covers her and has exposed her naked body to me, she is inviting me back to her, gesturing that she once again wants to feel me close to her, on top of her, and inside of her. I cannot resist her, and walk over to the berth and give her a good morning smile and a soft kiss as I crawl in beside her.
She is warm and soft and as we look each other in the eye we whisper the things that only lovers say to each other and only lovers can understand. I pull her close and kiss her, my hand running up and down her back and across her ass. In minutes I am hard and she is pulling me on top for another session of the pleasure we share.
An hour later we finally rise, have our coffee and share our shower. The quarters are close, but we enjoy the closeness, the feeling of scrubbing each others back and the way it feels to share the warm water and soaping each other. Our time today will be brief, while last night was ours, today is but a brief visit.
Later, as she drives away I watch the car get smaller as it travels away from me. Once again we have shared a special time together, we have danced, we have dined and we have shared ourselves with one another totally. This woman, this very special woman, has once again been a part of my life and my only thought as she drives away is, how soon can we be here together again, because her spirit is strong, her passions run deep and she is the one that I can share every thought and desire with.
Silently and softly I roll over as to not wake her. I lay there propped up on one elbow just watching her as she sleeps. Her hair is dark and tussled, partly from the sleep and partly from the night before. When we have our time together it is always special, it always exciting and it always last for hours. The feeling I get when we share and give ourselves to one another is not like a feeling I ever had with any other. I watch her breast as they rise and fall in sync with her soft breathing, her lips, always soft and sweet show a crooked little smile. Maybe she is dreaming of last night and the pleasure we gave each other?? Or maybe she is dreaming of a place she would like to visit, or our next adventure together?
I quietly slide off of the berth and step over to the galley area of the cabin. Boats being the small intimate places that they are, requires one to be extra quiet as not to wake your guest. I know she will enjoy coffee when she wakes, so I start the pot that I had set up the night before, thus no noise and she can sleep a bit longer.
Still, as I stand here, I gaze at her shape beneath the sheet, the outline of her slim and toned body, I can only think about the body that I have explored from head to toe, and have enjoyed, every touch, every inch that my hands and tongue have been able to reach and taste.
The smell of fresh coffee fills the air and I pour a cup for myself, still just sitting there watching her sleep. She is beautiful, as much when she sleeps as when she is awake and by my side. Her breathing is soft and easy.
The coffee has acted like a light alarm clock to her, she smells it and starts to wake slowly. The eyes kind of blink a bit, then the hands come up to rub the eyes and then go up and through her hair. Her hair is trimmed and styled short, just the perfect outline for her face. She looks up and me and smiles, the sparkle in her eyes is there once again, she smells the coffee and continues to smile at me. She has not said a word to me yet, but is signaling to me. She has lifted the sheet that covers her and has exposed her naked body to me, she is inviting me back to her, gesturing that she once again wants to feel me close to her, on top of her, and inside of her. I cannot resist her, and walk over to the berth and give her a good morning smile and a soft kiss as I crawl in beside her.
She is warm and soft and as we look each other in the eye we whisper the things that only lovers say to each other and only lovers can understand. I pull her close and kiss her, my hand running up and down her back and across her ass. In minutes I am hard and she is pulling me on top for another session of the pleasure we share.
An hour later we finally rise, have our coffee and share our shower. The quarters are close, but we enjoy the closeness, the feeling of scrubbing each others back and the way it feels to share the warm water and soaping each other. Our time today will be brief, while last night was ours, today is but a brief visit.
Later, as she drives away I watch the car get smaller as it travels away from me. Once again we have shared a special time together, we have danced, we have dined and we have shared ourselves with one another totally. This woman, this very special woman, has once again been a part of my life and my only thought as she drives away is, how soon can we be here together again, because her spirit is strong, her passions run deep and she is the one that I can share every thought and desire with.
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