Holli met me at the end of the dock… and my heart skipped a beat at she slid into view. She was dressed for an evening on board my boat – simple deck sandals, a lovely pale blue top and a pair of very comfortable khaki shorts swung easily on her curves, hinting at what she had to share beneath. 5’9” with blond hair, long legs and a fit athletic body, Holli had entered my world through a magical afternoon we shared on the Vancouver waterfront. This evening was a result of my invitation as we had cuddled and recovered, and just the thought of what we had shared earlier was enough to make me tingle at her first touch. As far as my boat – my family likes to call it a yacht when they mention their vagabond daughter, but at 38’, Huntress was simply a great sailboat for a solo sailor with no home address but the next marina.

I kissed her hello and led her down the dock to Huntress’ slip, very aware of her eyes on me the entire way. As a sailor, I don’t spend much time worrying about my hair and makeup, but days at sea tend to keep one in d shape and toned – and at 5’3” with my auburn hair pulled back in a ponytail, I was able to show off the curves that an active lifestyle gave me. As I pulled the spring-lines to bring Huntress to the dock so we could step aboard, I felt her hand slip around my waist and felt her fingers trace designs over my abdomen, leaving my exposed arms and legs rippled with goose-bumps and my breathing a bit ragged. She purred in my ear in appreciation of my reaction and said simply “I can’t wait to get to know you even better, Kat”.

Once we were aboard, I went below and pulled out some wine and cheese (a staple of my in any port) and came topside to visit and flirt with this wondrous woman. Holly had made herself comfortable and was letting her eyes wander over the rigging and helm station of my home, soaking in the details of a very important part of my world. I slid next to her and felt a tremor ripple through me as our legs touched. Before pouring our wine, I simply leaned and gave her a long soft kiss, letting our lips brush lightly against each other, bringing my tongue to explore hers and drinking in this amazing feeling. We sat nearly on top of each other as we shared experiences, discovering we had both been raised stateside and attended college not too far apart, her in Boston and me in Providence. The bottle of wine slowly emptied as we talked, and our hands touched, sliding up and down each others arms and across the warmth of our legs, kisses punctuating the pleasure we felt in those caresses. The wind had freshened as the sun dropped out of sight, and Holli asked if we could take a sail out toward the island. I eagerly complied and pressed her into service as first mate, casting off all lines and motoring out of the marina before hoisting sail and silently cruising the sound, the lights of the city slipping away as we reached toward Vancouver Island. Once offshore, she smiled and slipped off her top and shorts, revealing a very small black bikini that promised a wonderful evening afloat. Smiling, she wondered aloud if the scenery wouldn’t distract the captain as her hands, played over her breasts and down her stomach, thumbs playing over the patch of cloth covering that memory of her pussy against my lips earlier in the day.

My answer was a small smile and flipping two switches that locked in the course and connected my sat-nav to the helm.