Sailboats & Lovers, Part 2

I stand on the dock and enjoy the sun and the breeze as I wait for her to arrive. It is Saturday and we have day to enjoy ourselves on the water. I have been here an hour or so, just getting everything cleaned and ready so that when she gets here, my only focus is on her, not on getting the boat ready to sail.

I see her car pull up to the gate on land. She parks her car next to mine and starts down the walkway to the dock. When she gets to the bottom I can see her completely, her t-shirt is simple, yet sexy; her shorts show off her long slender, shapely legs. As she walks to my end of the dock, all eyes glance at her as she passes. She is my raven-haired beauty and I am not the only one that enjoys watching her as she walks down the dock to my slip.

Once aboard we cast off the lines and motor out of the harbor onto the lake. The sun is shining bright, the breeze out of the south-southeast is warm and at 10 knots, we will have a great sail. The wind is perfect for her to learn how to handle a bigger boat, it will give us the speed to have fun, but not so over-powering that she will have to work very hard at staying on course.

Several miles down the lake our stomachs start to grumble, we have been on the water for almost 3 hours and the sailing has been fantastic. She has learned how to tack and how not to over-steer the boat, both are challenges for new sailors. We sail over to the south shore and start looking for a cove to where we can drop the anchor. The cove will help shield us from the wind, even though it is a fair wind, it will be dead calm in the cove, easier for swimming and will also be much more private.

We motor into the cove and I go forward to drop the anchor. The cove is protected from most of the wind and we also have more privacy for ourselves. She has gone below and changed into her swimsuit, not a brief bikini, but a top and bottom suit that shows off her toned body. I unclip the stern lifelines so she can dive off and swim. I look and smile because I know that the swimsuit won’t last long, it will be off of her in no time.

While she swims I go below and grab the picnic basket I have prepared. It is more of a feast than just a few sandwiches. I set the table in the cockpit for two, our sandwiches, some cheese, some fruit, along with water and a small bottle of champagne. This is a lovers feast, not a family picnic and the food is as sensuous as my lover.

She climbs back on to the boat after her swim, she towels herself off and sits across from me, never beside me. She claims she wants to be able to look into my eyes as we speak so she reaches over and gently removes my sunglasses; they are the only thing I always wear when I am on the boat. The manner in which we eat lunch may seem strange to some, but for us there is no my plate or your plate, we split and share everything and eat off each other’s plate as if it were our own. Sharing is just a part of everything we do together; we share our food, our dreams, our failures and best of all; we share ourselves.

She finishes her lunch and steps below into the cabin to rinse off her plate, she is not a guest she protests, and will not let me wait on her the way I attempt too. She is determined to help, so I relent and let her do as she wishes, I hand down all the dishes we have used.

I sit back and look out over the water and the peaceful area where we are anchored, the sound of Jimmy Buffet plays in the background and I am overwhelmed by the beauty of the scenery, and of my lover that I am sharing my day with.

She steps up onto the companionway steps, the top half of her body visible to me; she is naked and has a strawberry in her hand. She bites off half of it, then rubs the other half around her nipple. The nipple starts to harden because of the cold and sweet fruit. All the while she is licking her lips and gestures for me to come below. I am the Captain, and I am being summoned below by the First Mate….she has plans and I am needed to fulfill my part of her plans.

Later that afternoon we emerge from the cabin; we have shared ourselves like we always do and now it is time for a swim. With a towel wrapped about her, she looks around the cove to see if there are any other boats. While we both enjoy being nude, we also have to be concerned about families and possible game wardens on the lake.

We both jump in and enjoy the feeling of freedom in being nude. She swims by and teases me, playful as always. I chase her, but she is not swimming fast, she wants me to catch her and hold her close to me. We float behind the boat enjoying the peace, the beauty and the time we can have together.

The sun is starting to head to the west, this means it is late afternoon and the sailing trip is almost over. We leave the cove and head back to the dock. She helps me stow all the gear and close up the boat. While the day together has been fantastic, the afternoon is not. It is not great because now it is time for her to leave me, and our time today is over. We walk down the dock together, kissing each other good-bye before we each start the drive home. While we talk on the phone during the drive, it is not as great a feeling as when she is here by my side…it is never as good as the feeling of her by my side or in my arms.