After much planning and playful conspiring, they had escaped to a beautiful late spring day and had stolen away with ease from the city. They had provisioned well for the weekend, and had been on the boat for the first time together, lightheartedly sizing each other up on their first real opportunity to be alone. She wore a two piece suit with a sheer wrap and her hair gathered low at her neck. Her tan accentuated her graceful legs and she found that she moved with ease around the boat as he showed her the comfortable cabin and berths. She was delighted with the way the boat moved, and how she felt...totally free and exquisitely removed from the stress of her life. He was wearing a boxer-styled suit and a white t-shirt, barefoot, with a sun bleached cap pulled low. Asking her to take the wheel for a moment, he went below and selected a cd. As fun, vibrant music flooded the cockpit, she knew it would be a special day.

For most of the day they sailed on a beam reach, tacking gracefully back and forth, and letting her get the knack of coming about in the stiff constant breeze. She had not sailed extensively before, but he saw great promise in her intelligence and willingness to learn. Once, while explaining how to work the winches to tighten the sails correctly, he had brushed against her breast and felt the electric tingle of her skin against his arm. They had both stared into each other's eyes for a long moment and then shared a tender, exploratory kiss that made her stomach tingly, and she could sense his manhood stirring to hardness.

As evening neared, he had lowered the sails, furled the jib and fastened the sail covers as she puttered about in the galley, preparing a plate of cheeses, olives, cracked wheat rounds and the pâté that she had carefully selected the day before. He motored into a small protected cove, turned back into the wind and adjusted the mooring anchor for the night. After examining the remainder of the wine that was left from the day, she selected a bottle of the Le Crema and secretly wished they had bought the entire case. Just before coming up the hatchway stair, she playfully released the bikini top she wore and posed in the doorway, waiting for him to notice her. Few things could stop a man in his tracks the way she did, and he drank in the picture of her with the tray of food in one hand, an open bottle of wine and two glasses in the other, topless, and smiling like a naughty schoolgirl. She was indeed beautiful, a perfection, and it made him want her badly at that very moment.

After unfolding the small cockpit table, they set out the food and opened the wine, and relaxed as they chatted about the day. Playfully, he fed her olives and joked about the way her nipples hardened in the slight breeze of the evening. As the light faded away, they kissed and began in earnest to discover each other's bodies in the soft warm glow of the anchor lighting. Teasingly, he ran his strong hands over her breasts and gently massaged her shoulders and neck until she purred like a kitten under his touch. Taking one nipple in his mouth, he lightly sucked and gently nipped at it with his teeth until it stood proudly stiff and erect. Switching to the other side, he spent long minutes giving her breasts the attention they needed, and she held the back of his head and ran her fingers through his hair. They kissed again for a long time, and their hands roamed each other's bodies exploring different places, lingering at a particular spot when a sigh or moan escaped.

Suddenly breaking the kiss, she stood up and in one smooth and fluid motion, hooked her thumbs into her bikini bottoms and dropped them to the floor, stepping lightly out of them in the process. Turning with her back to him, she quickly stepped down the hatchway stairs while throwing a look over her shoulder that needed no interpretation. As he followed her into the cabin, she stopped him at the top step and with her face directly at his waist, slowly pulled his suit down, exposing his hardness for the first time. Slowly, she planted small kisses on the head, and then down the sides, going ever so slowly, teasing and caressing him in a most excruciatingly pleasant way. Lowering her head and opening her mouth, she took him in, swirling her tongue and gently sucking while she moved up and down very slowly. Holding on to the hatchway for support, he marveled at this beautiful woman performing the most intimate of acts for him, and closed his eyes as waves of pleasure washed over him.

After several minutes of her ministrations, he gently stroked her hair and then raised her up while descending the steps. They kissed passionately, fully nude now, and ground their bodies together in a heated embrace as he tasted his arousal on her full lips. Guiding her to the starboard berth, he gently laid her down as she smiled up at him with her eyes. Once again, his tongue teased her breasts and began a slow, maddening, tantalizing journey downward, pausing to dip into her belly-button, making her giggle and squirm. He found her center, dipping his tongue into her wetness, and slid his hands under her hips, gently urging her legs apart with his slow insistence. As he flicked his tongue over her most sensitive areas, she lost herself in the pleasures of his oral skills, and before she knew it, she slid over the edge of a long fluttering climax. Reaching down, she lovingly urged him to rise up to her, and in a movement that seemed so natural to each of them, he moved up and entered her gently but fully with one stroke.

Neither of them moved for several seconds, but each was feeling the other in the most intimate way possible. As their bodies adjusted to each other and she became accustomed to his hardness, they began to move slowly, finding and then feeling the rhythm as if in an exotic dance of pleasure. Meeting his thrusts with encreasing fervor, she raised her hips and pushed back as she felt the impending rush of another climax. As her wetness pulsed around him, he slowed to let her regain composure, then began again in earnest, and after she had begun to rise to her third orgasm, he let himself be swept along with her and pulsed into her tightness with an intensity that left them both weak.
After long minutes of fondling and kissing, they floated back down from the high of their union and he gently withdrew from her, spooning himself up to her back and wrapping his arms around her. As he nuzzled her neck and playfully nibbled on her earlobe, she sighed and began to gather her strength for another round, glancing back at him and whispering....."I think it's time to open the Merlot"!

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Catzmeow