The sun is warm on our backs as we walk down the dock. A few glasses of wine
at a local pub, a smiled thank you and we are walking to board "Cut the
Mustard". There's nobody else around. The seagulls call out in the humid
air, a warm breeze beckons.

The boat is a beauty. "Cut the Mustard," whose lines say William Tripp..
She's stout and smells of the sea. She's well-found and capable or anywhere
on the deep blue sea. She'll take good care of Jessica B.

You're smiling at me with that teasing, knowing grin, shaking your head.

I smile back, but you know that smile. It's dangerous, and you start to
step away.

I'm too quick, even for a track star. I snag a hand around those lovely,
strong curves of yours and stand tall. I pull you close. I feel your hands
on my shoulders, but you yelp as they slip off. No questions, no pause; I
kiss you hard, both arms wrapped around you. Bodies together from head to
toe.

I want you. You can feel it in my lips. In my hands. You can feel it in my
body, pressed against yours. You can see it in my eyes as I pull away and
look at you. Desire. Passion. Lust. Fulfillment.

Suddenly, I hear the shuffling of an interloper coming up the dock behind
us. I push you away, still holding your hand as you collect yourself, catch
your breath.

"Hey, what's happening?"

The newcomer has an awkward moment when she realizes that she probably
interrupted something. I smile back and nod. "Hi, JM. Could you get us some
ice." She goes.

I ask you to stand in front of me. The contrast is enormous, but I catch a
perfect outline of you framed against blue sky. A strand of soft hair is
blown above your cheek, and your damp shirt clings to your body. You are
turned slightly, just enough for the soft outline of the nipple to be barely
pointed out against the light coming to attention, the curve of your hips
just as inviting.

Definitely a private photo op just for you and me. It's hot!

It's hot all around. The sweat is beading on my arms and it looks like
you're no better off.

I walk behind you onto the deck. I can taste your sweat on my lips still, a
little salty.

You stop at the companionway, looking forward. Nobody is behind me. I step
directly behind you. By the time you realize it my arms are already wrapped
around you. I cup your breasts in both hands as I kiss the back of your
neck, nuzzle your hairline. A moment's surprise gives way to sudden arousal,
and I hear your pulsed exhale as you push back against me.

I whisper in your ear, "We could get caught. JM is down the dock getting
ice."

"We could...ooh!" I caress your nipples as you reply, and you clap your
hands over mine. "Ohhhh... stop it." You're strong, though, and quickly turn
to face me, shaking your head.

You don't step away, though. My fingers trace the top of your shorts in the
small of your back and then hold your back as I lean forward and kiss low
below your chin. A little higher, a little higher. Your lips are so perfect
and wet and open . . . Your shirt is in the way but I still feel your body
against mind. Your head is back as I kiss your neck, so smooth and lovely
and sweet.

I kiss your neck softly, then nibble and you're suddenly unsteady in my
hands. The breeze stirs your hair as I kiss you, slowly, just feeling your
body. Your eyes are closed. Your breath is steady and deep as you hold me.

Your eyes open and you look at me. Too wide! You pull away suddenly, and I
am caught by surprise. You slip away, and demure.

I step towards you once, quietly.

Your back is against the bulkhead, hands flat against the wood.

I put my hand out, slowly, palm up.

Your hand comes off the wall, slowly.

Hands closer. Touch. Electricity. Fingers intertwine.

I pull your hand, hard and you pull into me. The collision knocks the
breath out of you. You are heavy in my hands as I step forward and push you
against the wall as I kiss you, hands pulling, holding. Hot.

Then release and roaming!

I slide fingers beneath your shorts and find your panties. A slow slide,
and both to your ankles. A moment's consciousness lets me take them off
without ripping them. Your eyes are open now, wide, watching me. I'm a few
inches away, still for a moment.

I reach out, and hold your head lightly, softly around your ears guiding
you to me as I kiss you again. I want you. My lips demand from you, my hand
lifts you shirt.

I'm still kissing you, a little gentler as I circle your breasts with my
fingers. My palm feels aroused nipples Circle, roll, press!

I smile as your hips respond, pressing against mine. Your eyes are closed,
your head back against the wood behind you.

"Oh god...."

You can feel me ready, hot against your leg. You press against me as I
gently bite your neck. I push you back up against the bulkhead, forcing your
legs apart with mine. Hands on your hips, I lift you up. I'm holding you off
the floor, pressing. Your hips roll in my arms.

Skin on skin. I feel your heat. I smell your arousal. You're wet, ready. I
slide a little, back and forth, feeling your arousal, hot and wet. Pushing,
sliding; close, but not quite the right angle.

You are watching me, wonderful, wide eyed openness.

In a moment, I lift you and catch just inside. Your breath gasps a moment
at the sensation. I lean forward and kiss you, as I slide in, out a little,
in more, a little more. Sliding, deeper, out, then deeper. I am holding your
hips to me as I stand a little, pressing bone to bone now. Your heart is
pounding, your hair has loosened.

I pull your hair loose, and your hair falls down around your face. I hold
your head and hips to me. Your are almost limp in my arms, writhing, pulling
me closer, deeper.

Slow, and hard. Out, teasing, just a little in, in and out. I'm savoring
this moment. The smell of you, the smell of us. Your hair is wet and
tousled. The sweat beads on your face, your eyes closed in desire, as if in
concentration.

I push slowly, feeling you, feeling the soft, silky wetness. I'm alive, I'm
holding you, sharing, giving, taking.

Harder now. Your legs are wrapped around mine, your fingernails press into
my back. It smarts, and the pain wakes a fire.

I nip your shoulder, and take you. It's hot in here, unbearably hot. My
shirt is off in a moment. Skin on skin, wet, sliding heat wet with desire.
My hands hold you up as we make love, harder, faster, taking.

You're moaning, high pitched, pulling me closer, fingers clutching my
shoulders. I growl. Deep, strong. You're mine.

You can feel me, moving faster. The urgency in my hips, in my shoulders as
I pull you closer.

You feel it close, hot, wet . . .

Closer. My voice is low and rumbling as I push into you.

I hold you tight to me. Feeling the pain of your nails, the grip of your
legs. Feeling the need of your body. One more push. One more. Once again ...
and pulse!

You feel me. Warmth. Wet. Heat! White fire. Pulsing, clenching, breath ...
breath!

Breath.

Air.

Shhhhh...

I'm holding you, moving a little in you, smiling, as you open your eyes.

I kiss you again, slowly, just holding you in my arms.

I bend down and kiss your nipple, erect and sensitive.

We swoon.