Sailboats & Lovers, Part 3

I sit in the cockpit of the boat, looking across the water at the parking lot, her red SUV pulls away. As I watch it drive away it gets smaller as the distance increases then it turns at the bend in the road and disappears from my sight.

The sun is shining down on me, the wind blows gently across the water. It is what most folks would call a perfect day. The sky is blue, the sun shines down warmly on me and the breeze is pleasant, enough to keep it cool, but not strong enough to blow things away or over-board.

As she drives away, my mind wanders back to where we were a few hours ago. She arrived about 10;30, dressed in her cargo shorts, t-shirt (no bra) and sandals. Her carry-on held our lunch and stuffed at the bottom was her swimsuit. Not that it would stay on very long, but still, to sail out of the marina we need to be dressed. The skinny dipping comes later, in the privacy of one of our favorite coves. These are the places we spend our time, swimming, sunbathing and enjoying the privacy so we can be just us.

The day was like others past, we left the marina and sailed out across the lake. The southerly wind was warm and blowing about 10 knots, it helped us sail up the lake with ease, the sails were filled and the sun is shining, it doesn't get any better than this kind of day. About three miles down the lake we dropped the sails and continued by motor to one of the private coves we enjoy so much.

Once we drop the anchor, our fun begins. Out comes the food, the drinks and up goes the volume of the music. A solid tropical beat for a festive afternoon. She busies herself down in the cabin, getting out the plates, the flatware and glasses for our drinks. Then she makes our lunch, I am not allowed to help, this is her lunch and all I am allowed to do is ready the cockpit table for us to sit and enjoy the food.

What are we having I ask her? She glances over her shoulder and starts to list all the things we are having, grilled chicken breast, tossed Caesar salad, sliced fresh tomato's and cucumbers with seasoning and cold beer to drink. What is for desert I ask? You don't need any she tells me, you eat to much sugary food, we will have a piece of fruit later. Ouch! And with that she hands me up our plates, the food is all arranged on the plate. I place our lunch plates on the mats and sit down while she climbs the stairway back up bringing with her the beers and an opener.

Wow, this looks really good sweetheart I tell her, thanks she replies, it was pretty easy to make, I cooked the chicken yesterday and just added the dressing to the chopped salad I already had. Simple, easy and very good for you. She pops the cap off the beer and pours us each a glass and adds a splash of lime juice to each. I look over at her and tell her, thanks, this is really great, I appreciate the work and care you put into this for me and for you. Let’s eat, then we can take a nap in the sun. OK she says and we begin to dine.

Lunch is over and before she can get up, I grab the plates and go below to the cabin to wash up real quick. I tell her lay back and relax while I wash the dishes, enjoy the warm sun and a little later we will swim. The clean up is easy, just a little soap and water and things are clean. A quick rinse in bleach water for sanitizing and we are done. Dishes done and on the drying rack, now for the kind of afternoon that songs are written about.

The music on the stereo plays as we lay in the sun, both of us are naked and covered with tanning oil. We both love the freedom of no clothes and the tanning oil will bronze us both over time. The sweet smell of the coconut oil, the warm sun and the music almost make me think I away on a tropical isle somewhere on a sailing trip.

We both doze as the sun shines down and the music plays in the background. Time seems to have stopped for us in this private little world of ours. There is no one else, just us, on the boat enjoying the music, the day and the chance to share those things with a special person.

I remember waking to the sound of her diving in the water. The splash woke me up. I do not like it when she goes in alone, great swimmer or not, it is always better to let your partner know where you are. I know she did not want to wake me to tell me, but still I like to know when she jumps in for a swim. I sit up on the bench and look out the back of the boat past the stern, there she is, floating on her back, her breast proudly looking up at the sky as she floats without a care in the world. Quietly I rise and step to the back of the boat, trying not to rock the boat or make a noise that will warn her I am about to launch myself at her. I slide over to the back, lift my left foot to the step, still crouched I lift my right foot up onto the step. Now I am in position to leap out at her. I push off and leap outward where she is floating. At the last minute she catches me out of the corner of her eye and rolls over so that I do not land on her. My goal was to miss her by about two feet, but cause a wave big enough to splash her and maybe even roll her over. She sees me and has time to change position and is ready for my landing. My attack effort is in vain, she spotted me and reacted to quickly. Now she looks at me and laughs at my failed attempt to attack her. Oh well, like the Pink Panther, I will try another day, when she least expects it.

She swims over to me, treading water she looks and ask, are you cooled off a little? The sun was getting to hot, that is why I jumped in. Yes, I know that, but tell me when you want to do that so I know where you are, if I wake up no big deal, just tell me please, OK? OK, she agrees, next time I will wake you and then jump in, with that comment she splashes me and swims away, hoping I will give chase.

I catch her, but only because she let me, a swimming race between us is no contest, she was on the high school swim team. She can spot me 25 yards and still beat me in a 100 yard race. Well she says, I am ready to get out, are you? Maybe I say, well maybe you need a reason she tells me, and she smiles a big sexy smile and says come on let’s get dried off and have some fun.

We swim back to the boat and climb back on, our towels are still there in the sun, warm and dry. We dry off and as I lay the towels in the sun to dry, she goes below into the cabin. Hey where are you she calls? I was just laying out the towels I tell her so they will dry out. I have a dryer at home, get down here she tells me.

Once below I am attacked and pushed down onto the bed. She looks down at me, a smile on her face and she tells me..OK now what are you in the mood for today? Well I am pretty flexible I say, but I think first of all I need a kiss. She leans down and kisses me, my hand reaches up and touches her breast, my fingers grab her nipple and twist it just a little, not hard enough to cause pain, but enough to get it erect. Her hand reaches down and grabs me, she holds me and gently starts to stroke me, getting me hard in just a few minutes. Well what have we here she ask? And with that she kneels on the bed in front of me, taking me in her mouth, giving me pure pleasure.

I pull her down onto the bed, all the while I am moving around so that I can return the pleasure to her, make her feel the ecstasy of my tongue moving all over her body. There we are down in cabin, the two of us alone on the lake, no one but us and the only thing we want to do is to pleasure the other.

I move away from her so that I can get myself in position to better hold her and start my way down her body in the special way I like to please her. I start at her neck, my tongue rolls softly along the edge of her ear. I take the lobe into my mouth and gently nibble it, no pain, just a subtle nibble to increase her arousal. Then my tongue moves down her neck to her shoulder, softly and slowly I move, her skin is soft and sweet to me and she is moaning with pleasure and I take the longest time to move around to he back of her neck and to her spine. I roll her around as I need to that I can touch and taste all of her, there is not spot I want to leave untouched, untasted.

As I move closer to her, my tongue starts down her body, first I find that valley between her breast, as my tongue moves her left breast and nipple, my left hand is squeezing her right nipple, she rolls her head back and moans that is feels so good. Not to be unfair I switch sides, now her right nipple is in my mouth and my fingers squeeze her left nipple.

Now my journey continues down her body, my tongue drags lightly down her stomach to her navel, I love to probe her navel, it tickles her a little and she squirms a bit, telling me not there, it feels weird to her. I continue going lower on her abdomen, now I am at the top of her bikini line, there is no tan line, her nude swimming has eliminated any shadow lines. I reach her pubic hair, it is trimmed short and partially shaved, my tongue skips lightly over it and on to my real destination.

I move lower on the bed, her warm and soft pussy in front of me now, I stick out my tongue and start to lick her clitoris, slowly and softly, rolling my tongue around it, tasting her as I move about from side to side. I lean in closer and nibble her gently, another way to stimulate her. She reaches down and and grabs my hair pulling my face closer to her, my tongue is now all over her pussy, licking and nibbling, her desire is growing her moans are getting deeper. She grabs me and says get on top of me, get inside of me, I want to feel you inside of me. As I move to climb on top of her she grabs a pillow and folds it in two, her help slide this under me, I like that angle better, I can feel you deeper inside of me. I slide the pillow under her and move in closer, I slide in easily, she is wet both from me licking her and her natural body juices letting loose. I get on top and quickly we are in a rhythm, we are both sweating and as I slide in she raises her hips and we meet, harder she tells me, harder baby.

Her head rolls back, her moans are deeper, her fingers are digging into my hips, pulling me closer and deeper with every thrust into her and then I start to feel her tense up. She is close to orgasim, she is on the edge, I know her body, I know the feel of her when she is close. She pulls at me harder to get me in her as deep as I can. And then she grabs me one last time and her moan is the one I know so well, she is climaxing, that wave of pleasure has come over her and she has finally cum.

She looks up at me and smiles, oh my gosh that was good. She reaches up, wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me close to kiss me. Did you cum she ask me? Yes I did, just a bit before you, it was great, why do you think I was thrusting so hard, that was me cumming just before you did.

I roll over the side and pull out the pillow we have used. I lean it against the bulkhead of the sleeping cabin. I pull her close to me. There we are arms and legs intertwined, hot, sweaty and satisfied. I look at her next to me, I lean over and gently kiss her closed eyes, pulling her close and feeling the warmth of her body, the smell of her hair. To me this is almost as good as the love making, being able to hold her close after wards, feeling that special closeness you can only feel with your lover.

Now is the time when you get to decide how your story ends, there are 2 options, pick the one you enjoy the most!

ENDING #1

As I sit in the cockpit and watch her drive away, the tears roll down my face. Today was the last time for us to be together as lovers. After we made love and laid there together, she looked over at me asked to sit down and said we need to talk.

She started out by telling me how special I was, and how no one has ever been a better friend, a more giving and gentle lover. But, the one word we all hate to hear. But, it is time that we end this relationship.

I have come to love you very much she said, but in doing that it causes me to want things with you that I cannot have, things like vacations, weekends rather than just a day together. Wanting you to be there for my birthday dinner and at our family Christmas dinner, things that we will never be able have as a couple.

It has started to interfere with my marriage, I cannot juggle the two any longer. I love you, but I cannot walk away from the marriage, the only reason to leave my husband is that fact that I have met someone that makes me feel special, more excited and treats me like a princess. My husband is a good man, works hard and tries to be as good as he can. In his own ways he is special, but although he cannot give me the things you do, he has other qualities and he was there years ago for me. Yes, that was before I knew you, but that is not really the issue. Thus the problem, if I leave for selfish reasons I hurt him. And that is not something I want to do.

It is better I leave you now, knowing I love you and have enjoyed our time together, the gifts and memories will last a lifetime. I will never forget you, you have given so much and given so freely of yourself, never a hesitation. And as the tears rolled down her check, she told me goodbye my love, please accept this, I know it is hard, I know I am hurting you, and I am hurting inside also. But this is what I feel I need to do for me, for me to be able to survive, for me to be able to wake up and take care of my family on a daily basis. You deserve a better ending, I'm sorry. With that comment she got off the bed, dressed quickly and stepped off of the boat, walking down the dock to her car.

So as the tears roll down my face I sit and watch her drive away; my lover, my soul-mate, is leaving and our time, the glorious time we have shared is now over. What do I do now I think? Will there ever be another one to love me and excite me like she has? How long will this hurt last? A month or two? Maybe six months or more? In my heart I know that no matter what, she will always be number one in my heart, no one will ever take that place. A part of me has been taken away and will never be returned.

ENDING #2

As I sit and watch her drive away, I think of today and all the other days like this we have shared. Why did we meet when we did, we were both married, not overly happily, but a livable and somewhat satisfying marriage. Then we met, the sparks and the desires have grown with every new adventure. I often wonder what would our life be like if we were a couple, not just lovers meeting and enjoying each other as we can.

Oh well, the world of full of what ifs. They never give you answer, just another question to ponder. I lay my head back and take another sip of my beer, still cold even, imagine that.