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Come Sail Away

By: Sally Tart



My Husband and I have been married for just over ten years. We're both thirty and I would say in great physical shape. We go to the gym and work out together four days a week. The last time I checked my measurements were 34B-25-34 at 5'8" and 114lbs. My hair is really very light brown. But thanks to the little bottles it stays blonde most the time. I try to keep my hair in a shag style, if you know what that is? 

Over, I would say the passed two years our sex life has been going south. I'm not in the mood or Jeff isn't. It's like we are running so much our lives don't have time for sex. Jeff has always worked afternoons so that leaves me alone each evening to watch TV or read. I work days at a local woman's clothing store. So that kind of just adds to our lives passing each other. 

For the passed couple of years I have been playing around a little out in cyber space. A few years ago we got a computer and signed up for America Online right away. I think it all started out like normal. I was sending e-mails to all my friends and family. Looking up all the cool stuff on the web. Just doing what people do on their computer.

Then one day an instant message pops up on my screen. Someone I didn't even know was asking me how I'm doing. I hit the reply button and told them I was doing fine. They came back, how old are you, and are you married? And again I replied to them. Then they asked where I live and what I was wearing? Thinking this was fun, I told them. Next they asked, are you horny, can I make you cum, can we cum together? I about fell out of my chair. I replied, NO, GOOD-BYE, and closed the message window. They kept sending these little one liners that would pop up on my screen. I was closing the message windows as fast as they popped up. Each message was like; can I suck your nipples? Can I lick your pussy? Bet you would love my cock in your pussy? I ended up just signing off line to get it to stop. 

The next day at work I was telling Kelly one of the girls I work with about what happened.

She started laughing and said you'll find all kinds of perverts online, or they'll find you I should say. Kelly asked, did you play along with him; you know lead him on?

I don't think so I said.

Then Kelly told me how much fun she has teasing guys online. She said that all you have to do is talk sexy to some of the guys on there. And they'll end up jacking themselves off, and tell you about.

I was in shock over this. Looks like I don't get out much. Then it hit me, that's what they call cyber sex I asked?

Kelly laughed again and said you got it girl. Then she went on to tell me how to get into some chat rooms and what one's I should check out that night. 

After my dinner and a shower I got on my computer. I checked my e-mails and sent some. Then I went looking for this chat room that Kelly told me about. I fond it and clicked the button to enter a chat room called, Ask Wife Anything. Once in this room I could see that there were about twenty-five other people in they're chatting also. I was just reading all the talk that people were typing. Then all at once up pops an instant message window. 

Someone called 5555User said Hello, how are you, are you a wife? 

As I was trying to reply to him four or five more message windows opened up on my screen. All from deferent people but all asking about the same thing, Hi, how are you and things like that. I closed them all and got back to this first guy. I replied to him a few times but more of them message windows kept popping up. I told this person I was chatting with about it.

Then he typed back, let's go to a private room, and know one will bug you there.

I typed back, fine just tell me how to, I'm new at this chatting stuff. 

All at once a big window popped up that had my screen name and his in it. It said click here to chat private with 5555User. So I clicked it and that put me in a chat room with just him and I. I did say him, at the time I still didn't know if he was a he or a she!

So how we started chatting with each other. Both of us were asking each other about the same things. Where from, age, what the other person looks like and things like that. After and hour or so of this chat things turned a little more personal.

He said his name was Don from Ohio.

He seemed to be really nice. Before he would asking me something personal he would say if you don't mind me asking? 

He asked me what I was wearing.

After I would tell him something he always replied with, mmmmm sounds good or something like that. I took it that he liked what I had just told him. 

It got down to I had told Don that I was wearing a nightshirt over my bikini panties. Even what color and style panties I had on. I don't know if our chat was getting to him or not. I do know that talking to some stranger about my panties was sure getting to me. Don was so easy to chat with, I didn't mind telling him whatever he asked me. 

I looked at the clock and seen that Jeff would be home from work at any time. I told Don this and that I had to go. 

He asked if I would meet him online the following evening? 

I told him that I would at the same time as tonight. We said our good byes and signed off. I couldn't believe how wet the crotch of my little panties had become. Our little chat had backfired on me. It started out as I was going to be teasing this guy. Ends up, I was the one that got horny as hell. 

Once Jeff walked in the door he didn't get his dinner. You could maybe call it rape. I grabbed his hand and took him right in our bedroom. I stripped down to just my little panties then went to ripping off Jeff's clothing. 

He said Mary what the hell has gotten into you? 

As I pulled his underwear down and pushed him back onto the bed nude. I said, your going to get into me that's what. I then dropped my panties to the floor and got over Jeff taking his soft cock in my mouth. I sucked on the head of it as I played with his balls and jacked him off. It wasn't long before his soft cock was as hard as a rock. I sucked as much of it that I could deep in my mouth. 

Jeff started his low moans as he took my head in his hands working my mouth up and down his cock.

I pulled my mouth off his cock and said sorry baby but I need you inside me. I then got up over the top of him and lowered my wet pussy down on his hard cock.

My mind was all over the place. This Don guy from the chat room is the one that got me so horny. Now I'm screwing my Husband and thinking of some guy I don't even know. I closed my eyes and put a face on this Don guy. Right at that time, it was that Don guy that had his cock inside me. I started fucking up and down on Jeff's cock as hard as I could. Jeff was holding my hips as he moaned that he was going to cum soon. I reached down between my legs and slowly started rubbing my hard wet little clitoris. Just as I started cumming, Jeff did also. My orgasm went through my body like fire. In my mind it was Don pumping his hot semen deep inside me. I did my best to milk Jeff's cock dry with my pussy lips. Once both of our orgasms came to and end I fell over on top of Jeff.

I kissed him and thanked him.

Again he asked, what's up with you? Why are you so horny? 

I just told him that I watched this movie tonight and it got to me. 

Jeff laughed and said maybe that we should rent oh screw renting just buy that movie to keep. 

The next day back at work Kelly asked me how it went? I told her I didn't have time to be screwing around with guys on the Internet. Plus Jeff would have a baby if he were to find out about it.

She said, well you're missing out. It can really be a lot of fun. 

I was thinking to myself what happened last night was not something I should be talking about at work. Some things are better off left unsaid. 

That night again I was on the computer chatting with Don. After we chatted about this and that, what I was wearing and how my day went. Our chat turned real personal.

Don was asking if my nipples get real hard when I'm turned on? How far my nipples stick out? Do I like to have them kissed and sucked on? Then he's asking me if I ever masturbate?

After I told him yes he asked when was the last time? I replied if we keep talking like we are now it may be in a few minutes. 

Don then asked me if I would touch my pussy and tell him what it felt like. 

I replied yes that I would, and I did. To make a long story short I ended up playing with my nipples and pussy as I chatted with him. In a very short time I had a great orgasm rubbing my hard clit right through my panties. 

Well, this turned into a regular thing with Don and I. Five sometimes six times a week we were meeting up in this chat room getting one another off. Don was even asking me to dress up in sexy underwear for him as we chatted. And I did it I loved telling him what I was wearing. And I loved how much he enjoyed it. 

Then one day Don asked me if I had any sex toys, like toy cocks and vibrators? 

I told him yes that my Husband has a few that he's used on me.

He asked what kind I had? 

I told him that one was plastic chrome and looked like a bullet. And the other one was hard rubber that looks like a real mans cock. It vibrates and you can put liquid inside it. 

Don then asked me if I would use the chrome one my pussy as we chatted tonight? 

I told him yes and to hang on as I go find it. I dug all around the bedroom looking for it. I finally found it in a little box in Jeff's closet. The box had both of them in it. I grabbed the chrome one and ran back to the computer. 

The next thing I know I'm sitting back reading all the sexy stuff that Don is typing on my screen as I'm pumping that buzzing vibrator in and out of my pussy. I came and came hard as I rubbed it over my clit.

After we both had cum Don was asking me about the other vibrator. How it worked how big it was what kind of liquids could go inside it and things like that. He ended up asking me if I would be willing to fill it up with warm baby oil and have it with me when we chat the next evening. He knew I would say yes, and I did say yes that I would. 

Now all the time this hot chatting was going on with Don, Jeff didn't know a thing about it. Most times I would be in bed fast asleep and very satisfied by the time Jeff came home from work. I was happy with the cyber sex I was having with Don, who needed anything more. Now that we had started bringing sex toys into our chats, it was all the more fun. 

Well, that next night I was ready. I had the rubber cock all filled upwith warm baby oil just like Don told me to. New batteries in it just to keep it buzzing. Once I squeezed the rubber ball hooked to the cock it would shoot the oil out of the end of it just like a real cock cums. Don was right on time as we met up in the chat room. After some short chat our chat turned to hot chat. Before long Don had me running the rubber cock up and down my hot slit, as he's telling me that it's his hard cock. Next he had me slide it inside my pussy. I was slowly pumping it in and out as my mind was telling me that it was Don screwing me. In a very short time I was having this beautiful orgasm with that rubber cock. Don then typed, squeeze the bulb and think that my cum is squirting inside you. Again I did as Don told me. I squeezed the bulb as hard as I could. I just about came again just from the feeling of the warm oil pumping deep in my pussy. It really felt like Don was cumming in me. 

Don and I started playing this game with the toy cock every night. This was really turning into fun for me. I loved all our hot talk and screwing myself with that big rubber cock. Sometimes, well most times I would get myself off a second time in my bedroom in bed after we got done chatting, and before Jeff got home. 

Then this one night things took a big turn. I had just cum with the toy cock as I was chatting with Don. We signed off for the night and I went in the bedroom. I put a towel on the bed and got in. I laid down on my back with my toy cock in my hand. I opened up my nightshirt and started playing with my still hard nipples. I closed my eyes as I was thinking of Don sucking on my hard nipples. I then ran two fingers in my oil slick pussy. I needed to cum again and fast. I lined the rubber cock up to my very slick pussy and pushed it in. I raised my hips up off the bed as I pushed as much as I could of it deep inside me. Eyes still closed, in my mind Don was still sucking on my nipples as he sank his cock in me. At first I was pumping it in and out real slow. As I got near my orgasm I was pumping the cock in my pussy as fast and as deep as I could. My orgasm came on as hard as I have ever had. I was shaking all over as I yelled out of my head. About that time my world went black. 

The next thing I knew Jeff was shaking me awake. I was still in bed,legs spread with the rubber cock still inside me. I jumped and was so embarrassed. Jeff had just busted memasturbating. I didn't know what to say as I pulled the cock out and dropped it on the floor. I sat up and covered my face and started to cry. Jeff sat down on the bed next to me and put his arm around me. 

He gave me a kiss on the cheek and said what's the matter it's okay? 

I said I feel like such a fool for doing this behind your back.

Jeff started playing with my nipples as he said, don't feel bad this really turns me on. 

I looked at him and said, what?

At that time Jeff pushed me back on to my back. He then ran his hand between my legs and sank two or three fingers in my pussy.

He then kissed my nipple and said, it's like you just got fucked by some other guy and now it's my turn. 

I looked down an seen Jeff's very hard cock sticking out of the top of his boxers.

I'm thinking my God this really has turned him on. So I just went along with him. 

I opened my legs as wide as I could to give him full freedom to play with my very wet pussy. 

He was whispering things in my ear like, are you ready for your second cock? Did you enjoy your first cock? Now you're going to get another hard cock. Oh your pussy feel so good, it's so hot and wet. 

I have never seen Jeff so turned on. He was really getting into this. He has asked me in the passed if I ever think what it would feel like to get screwed by another man and then him? He has even read stories to me out of them men's books about that very thing. He has some kind of thing about a female getting screwed by two men. I didn't know he was this into it until this night. Jeff really got off on the fact that I got fucked by that rubber cock before he got home. 

He was like out of his mind. He asked me if I liked that other cock cumming in me?

I moaned that yes I did. 

He then said, shit I got to have you how. His boxers when flying as he jumped between my legs over the top of me. In one move I had all of his cock inside me. I was so wet from the oil and me cumming his cock didn't have to push at all to sink all the way in. Jeff started fucking me like a wild man. He kept moaning how good my wet pussy felt on his hard cock. Just about the time I was stating to get into the great fucking I was getting, Jeff moaned out that he was cumming. Jeff hugged me hard as he pumped his sperm in me. He moaned wow that was great it felt just like someone fucked you before me. 

I kissed him and said you liked that huh? 

Jeff said oh yes very much.

Well then I said maybe I could have something hot and wet waiting for you tomorrow night when you get home again. 

That night was the start of a very spiced up sex life for us. And wereally needed it bad. I still didn't tell Jeff about my on-line friend Don. Don I and were still meeting up for some hot chat. But my getting myself off for Jeff was great. Jeff asked me if I would get myself off as he watched once. So a few times I did and that was unreal how hot it made us both. 

Jeff was obsessed with this thing in his mind about me getting fucked by another guy and him watching then taking his turn fucking me. That's all he talked about. More and more books about it made their way into our bedroom. He would always ask me if I think I would like getting fucked by another man as he watched. I would always tell him the same thing. That he was all the man I ever needed. We got to the point that we would take turns reading some of the stories out of his magazines.

This was always sure to turn us both on. Reading the stories about people that really did it did get to me. And it got me thinking as to how another man would feel inside me. 

Then one day out of the blue Jeff booked us a seven-day Caribbean cruise on a Carnival fun ship. I was so happy neither of us had ever been on a cruise. We had a few months to get ready so I got all new swimsuits, shorts, tops and two formal dresses. Also new panties and bra's, more or less a new wardrobe for this trip. 

Once the time got here for us to go I was beside myself. When we got off the plane in Miami I felt like I was on my Honeymoon again. And the ship it was so big and clean, I had never seen anything like it before. Our room wasn't the biggest but was fine for the two of us. We had a great view of the ocean and our own little balcony to sit on. That first day we just more or less walked all around the ship getting to know our way around. That night we fucked like School kids. We could feel the ship moving up and down. Plus we had our balcony door open and we could hear the ocean hitting the ship. I was just right for having sex. 

The next morning we got up looking forward to a day of baking in the Caribbean sunshine. I slipped on my new little blue string bikini. The bottoms tied on both hips, didn't hide much in the front but did have a full back. The top was two little v shaped patches, which just covered the front of my breast. It kind of left the sides uncovered. Jeff came out of the restroom and seen me standing in front of the mirror combing my hair and looking at myself in this little bikini.

His reply was God damn do you ever look sexy in that outfit.

Still unsure of how I looked I asked him if he thinks it's to revealing to wear out on the deck?

Jeff laughed and said hell no, you look very hot, as he slapped me on the ass. 

Having that said and done I packed a beach bag put on a light cover up and we were off to get some breakfast then up to the pool deck. 

Once we made it up to the pool deck we saw it was full. People laying out all side by side taking in the sun. We couldn't find two chairs together any place. So we went up one deck over the pool. It was the same thing, full of people.

Jeff said well there's one more deck lets go up there.

We got to the stairs and seen a sign next to them that read. Topless Deck, no one under 18, no camera's. 

I pulled on Jeff's arm pulling him away and said I don't think so. Just then a waiter came down the steps with his drink tray in hand.

Jeff asked him if I had to take my top off if we go up there?

He said oh no sir. Lots of ladies lay out up there and leave their tops on. It's up to the lady, your on vacation, do as you feel like.

So we went on up there and were surprised to see that it was not crowded at all. There were maybe ten couples up there and all the females had their tops on. So both Jeff and I were okay with laying out up there. We picked a spot kind of off by ourselves on the one side. Jeff got us some towels and we started working on our tans. 

After an hour or so in that hot sun one of them ice-cold Caribbean drinks the waiters kept trying to sell you sounded real good. Jeff and I ordered drinks and then more drinks. After a little bit a big group of kids took the chairs across the row from us. I say kid, I was thinking maybe collage kids 18, 19 or 20. There were three girls in their group and about ten guys. They all seemed to be about half drunk at 10am. All at once the girls took off their tops and sat back talking to the guys as if it was nothing. And the guys didn't make a big deal about it. It was like this was a normal thing for them. Jeff about choked on his drink. His nice ocean view had just turned into a view of three pair of young breast. From beside Jeff I could see his eyes going from breast to breast. 


Come Sail Away



We were away on our annual spring getaway to the Caribbean. We were so very lucky to have been able find such a remote location down there. A place where the two of us can always come and just get away from everything but ourselves. 

Our condo was located on one of the smaller islands in this Caribbean Paradise. The island was not cluttered with tourists. This time of year is considered to be the off season. You can see that this is truly the best get away anybody could imagine. 

On the fourth day of our 2 week vacation we had rented a 35 foot sail boat. The two of us were looking forward to the time out on the open water. 

The morning was simply wonderful. The clean, salty sea air filled our lungs and the ocean surface was being caressed by the new light of the day. The sea was very calm and inviting. We got to the slip around 10am and boarded our sail boat. It had been stocked with fresh fruit, bottled water, shrimp and crab, champagne, and various pre-made meals for snacking on. Everything was perfect for our 36 hours on the water. 

You were wearing a pair of light blue loose fitting shorts and a T-shirt. Your hair had been braided the day we arrived. You told me that you were wearing a brand new bikini that I have not yet seen. You had saved wearing it until today. 

We headed out to sea as the gentle breeze filled the sail and took us out on our little journey. Remember that I have such fine sailing skills! We snacked on grapes, strawberries, and other fresh fruit as we sailed along off the shore. After an hour or so we were about a mile down the shore and a quarter mile away from the island. Clear blue water was all around us winking and blinking at us as the sun danced on the gentle waves. This island is known for it's very large and colorful coral reefs. 

We decided to drop anchor and stay here and enjoy the nice afternoon. I suggested that we go snorkeling but you told me that you wanted to take advantage of some sun bathing before it got too hot for you. You told me that it was okay with you that I go snorkeling by myself while you get some rays. 

I went down below to get the stuff for snorkeling. You went up to the front of the boat where there was a big area on the deck to lay your towel on the wooden surface. When I got back up from below you had removed your shorts and T-shirt. Leaving me a very nice view of your new bikini. It was hot pink string bikini made of a shinny looking material. The top had just enough material to cover your firm breasts. The bottom was a g-string type that left more for my imagination. The front had a small triangle covering your mound and the sides were of string and were tied. You had done so much fake baking before we got to the Caribbean that the 3 days that we were here had given your skin a very nice bronze look. You asked me what I thought as you slowly turned a 360 showing me every curve of your beautiful body. The cheeks of your exposed ass looked very inviting. I just stood there and smiled as I ogled over your body. 

I threw the boat ladder over the side of the boat and then jumped into the water leaving you to your sunning. You sat down in the middle of the towel and reached for your bottle of coconut oil. As you slowly dripped some on your arms your mind began to churn a bit and suddenly your heart began to race and your breath quicken some. You looked all around over the sea as the boat gently rocked in the blue water. It seemed that you were the only one in the world. You rubbed the oil into your arms and then you reached behind and untied the top of your bikini. Exposing your breasts to the soft sea air and the warm golden sunlight. It felt invigorating. You leaned back a little and poured some oil on your tummy. You set the bottle down and began to message the slick liquid into your skin. All around you rubbed your tummy and then into your breasts, cupping them in your hand as you lightly pinched each nipple. The thought of being totally naked on the boat caused a tingle in your pussy. 

You reached down and untied the sides of your bikini bottoms and pulled the material away from your skin. Taking the bottle of oil once again, you applied some on your legs and thighs. You carefully rubbed it in making your skin shimmer and shine in the Caribbean sunlight. Your hands reached your thighs and you parted your legs. You lay down on your back on the towel and brought your legs up as your hands rubbed your ass cheeks and in between your thighs. Moving closer and closer to your now swollen pussy lips. You really ached for my touch and you had to have some kind of release or you would go crazy. Naked in the sun on the boat was too much for your thoughts to handle. Both of your hands reached for your pussy. You began thinking of what you would do if I were there with you. You took one hand and spread your lips and the other drove two fingers deep inside. You began finger fucking yourself to a frenzy until your hips were bucking upwards during your climax. Soon you came back down to earth and you caught your breath. You lay there waiting for my return as the sun glistened off of your oiled body. 

Twenty or thirty minutes had passed since I last went into the water. I came to the side of the boat and began to climb the ladder that was located more towards the rear of the boat. When I got onto the deck I went to the front of the boat and found you there all sprawled out and laying on your back totally naked. My mouth just about dropped to the deck seeing you in this display. You looked good enough to eat lying there sporting no tan lines. Your eyes were closed but I knew you weren't asleep. Your chest was rising up and down rapidly and your nipples were very hard. I could tell that you were extremely turned on. I approached you slowly trying not to make a sound. The sun and the light breeze were drying the water from my body and I had goose bumps everywhere or was it because of what I was thinking of doing to you. I reached your feet and looked at your parted legs. 

You had totally shaved yourself. Something you had not done in quite a while. All of the oil that you had applied on yourself just added to the beauty that lay before me. All wet looking and turned on. I got down on all fours and crawled over your legs. Water dripped from me and landed on your oiled skin where it beaded up like a well-waxed car. You let out a gentle sigh. I reached out and placed my hands on your hips. You parted your thighs wider. I lay between them. I saw that your pussy lips were swollen and glistening. I didn't know if the wetness was from the oil or if it was from your own juices. I leaned down and kissed you gently just above your cunt. You moaned and bent your knees up. I could think of no other place on this earth that I'd rather be than with you right now. In the sun with a light gentle sea breeze all around in the middle of the ocean and gently rocking on a boat. 

I took my entire tongue and laid it flat against your pussy lips and then slowly rubbed it upward towards your hardening clit. You taste so good. A sweet nectar that I enjoy laboring for. I licked you again and again taking your juices and smearing it all around your pussy. Your clit getting harder and harder. Soon I slid my tongue deep into your opening. This made you bring your legs closer to your chest. Your pussy was wide open for me to feast upon. Your breathing was very rapid and you began moaning louder. Your hips began to move up and down with my tongue. You begged for me to eat your pussy and make you cum. I wrapped my lips around your clit and attacked it with the tip of my tongue. Up and down and then side to side. Over and over again. 

Your legs began to twitch and I could feel your pussy muscles begin to twitch as well. I denied your request and teased you and made your orgasm wait until I wanted you to cum. You were wreathing around on the deck of the boat as my tongue danced on your pussy. When I felt that you had had enough I brought my fingers into play and slowly inserted two of them into your wet waiting cunt. You told me that you were not going to be able hold this one back. You raised yourself on your elbows and watched me devour your pussy. My fingers moved in and out of your cunt as my tongue titillated your clit. The wave of your orgasm started to rush over you. Your pussy began to spasm against my mouth and fingers. You came so hard that your thighs began to close around my head. Your pussy twitched and twitched as it came all over my fingers and tongue soaking them with your juices. You screamed that you were cumming but your voice was lost in the endless sea around us even though the breeze carried it away. Your orgasm subsided and the boat rocked along with you as you calmed down. 

You rose up and looked at me and told me that it was my turn. You told me that you had to go and cool off first. You jumped off the side of the boat into the water and I followed you in. We were side by side treading water. I went to grab for you but you dove under the water. Before I knew what was happening you had my trunks pulled down to my knees. You came back up for air and told me that I was overdressed. I took the hint and shed my trunks and tossed them back up onto the deck of the boat. We swam around naked for a little bit before we returned to the boat. 

Back on the deck we dried off. You stood in front of me and took hold of my cock and began to stroke it to life. It got hard in an instant. You got down on your knees and began to kiss the head of it as your hands played with my ass. When I was good and hard you took it slowly into your mouth and moved downward as your lips wrapped around the shaft. Your hand grabbed my balls and played with them. When my cock was all the way down your throat your tongue began to move in tiny circles on the underside of my cock. It felt so incredible. You moved your mouth up and down the length of my shaft getting it all wet with your saliva. My cock glistened in the sunlight as you withdrew your mouth and kissed my balls. Again your hands went to my ass and kneaded the cheeks as your mouth returned to slide up and down my cock. 

Soon you were tasting my pre cum as my hips began to pump into your mouth. You moaned a little as you tasted my love juices leak from the tip of my cock. Withdrawing my shaft from your hot mouth you instructed me to lay down on the towel on my tummy so that you could put some oil on me. You began by straddling me and sitting on my bare ass. You slowly dropped some oil on my back and began rubbing it into my shoulders first until I was nice and relaxed. 

The rocking of the boat, the warm sun, the gentle sea breeze and your delightful touch all felt wonderful. You inched your way down my back until you were to my waistline. You got up and turned around and sat back down on the middle of my back. Your ass was sliding around on my back when you put oil on my legs. You purposely rubbed your pussy into my well-oiled back. After my legs were done you pour a generous amount of oil on my ass on both cheeks and then down the crack letting it drip down to my balls. You rubbed my ass cheeks. My cock was getting hard against the wooden deck of the boat. You reached down and rubbed my nuts and got them well oiled. When you were finished you got up and instructed me to flip over. I rolled over and showed you my hard aching cock as you stood over me shadowing me against the tropical sunlight. 

You stood there for a while and just stared at my cock and me. You licked your lips. You got down on one knee and straddled me. My cock was right under your pussy. You reached down and grabbed my shaft with your hand and aimed the purplish head to your wet opening. You slid down slowly until your pussy swallowed the entire length of my shaft. As you sat there you poured oil on my chest and when you began rubbing it into my skin you rocked back and forth on my cock. Then you reached to my upper shoulders to rub them letting your pussy slide up my cock. 

You leaned down and kissed my mouth searching for my tongue. Then you told me that you loved the way my cock feels inside your cunt. You began riding up and down my long shaft giving it a good lube job with your pussy juices. You began moaning loudly and then you arched your back and ground your pussy into me. Rubbing your clit on my pubic hair. We both could feel my cock grow bigger. Your pussy began to spasm and you screamed that you were going to cum. 

I felt it as the waves of pleasure flowed through you down to your pussy where it clenched and hugged my throbbing cock. You came all over my shaft. Then you sat there for a while catching your breath while you finished rubbing my chest. Next you stood up and turned around and sat back down. Again you sat on my cock. You leaned way over so you could put oil on my legs. As you did this it gave me a perfect view of your sweet ass and my cock inside your wet pussy. Your pussy lips were swollen and were tightly hugging my shaft. 

After my legs got a good rub down you began stroking my cock with your wet hot cunt. Up and down you rode as I looked down and watched my hard, pussy juice covered cock slide in and out of your opening. You reached down and grabbed for my balls and messaged them. Then you began rubbing your clit as you fucked me. You leaned way over my legs while your hand stayed on your clit. I grabbed the oil and let some drip down the crack of your wide-open ass. I began rubbing the slick oil into your ass. You began fucking me faster and faster. Every stroke my cock left your opened hole and then back in again. The head of my cock was getting bigger and bigger and was spreading you wider and wider as it slammed into you. I told you that I was close to cumming and you began moaning again. My fingers dance on your ass hole and pussy lips. The view was more than I could handle. Your pussy began to clench down on my cock again driving me to the point of no return. I took my cock out and came all over your ass and pussy. You felt the warm come splatter your openings right when you came. You reached down and rubbed the slick goo into your pussy and clit and then you really began coming. You were wreathing in lust as the waves of orgasm swept over you again and again. 

We rested a bit and then you said you wanted me to show you what I saw in the coral reef. I got up and got your snorkeling gear. We put on our flippers and masks and jumped into the water leaving our swim suits on the boat.



Come Sail Away With Me



Chastity, in a long, elegant evening dress of deep green satin, whirled around the dance floor with one man after another, thoroughly enjoying the swishing sound the dress made, the way it contrasted with her flaming hair. She was the official hostess of this dinner party. Since her mother had died four years earlier, when Chastity was only fifteen, Chastity had had to assume the role of hostess at any and all the O'Doyle family's social events. These events were necessary to secure her father's influence with the men who made all the decisions about everything. She and her father were not wealthy, but he pulled in a sum in the low six figures; she had never wanted for anything. Her hourglass figure and flaming red hair caused many to regard her as a great beauty, but it meant nothing to her. All that panting, flapping around and messy exchange of fluids held no interest for her. The hoards of men, who had always flitted around her like bees to a blossom, were a minor irritation. Her father had always kept tight reign on her; bent on keeping her sexual condition the same as her name. 

She had not exactly remained true to her name, but her involvements with the opposite sex had been few and unsatisfying: boys her own age were frightfully immature and silly, awed by her mere presence, while the men in her own sphere, (in September she would be entering graduate school) her father claimed, were too old for her. She had the social graces to keep things rolling, to assist her father in maintaining his position among men of true wealth and power, but she saw little value in hurried thrustings and fevered thrashings. She had learned to take charge herself of whatever urges manifested themselves. Her status as an academic had relegated her to a lofty position no boys her age could breach. In addition, the older men she routinely entertained for her father, saw her and treated her, as a child. She sought after and dreamed of, none of it. Her dream was to become the youngest female CEO of a fortune 500 company.

She had long ago given up hope of having any semblance of a normal life. She hated whirling around with a bunch of old coots and smiling her inane 'flight attendant' smile at everyone. Well, it wouldn't be long. Three more months and she would be at Yale business school. She was dancing with George Marshall, an important business associate of her father and wealthy forty-five year old, keeping him at bay, listening to his chatter, and interjecting an encouraging phrase now and then, when she noticed a pair of dark eyes fixed on her from across the room. It was as if they bored through her, saw the soft and tender places deep within. She shook her head to dispel the eerie feeling, and went on about her business.

Later that evening, riding home with her father in the limo, she inquired, "Chas, (She was a modern, liberated woman who addressed her father by his given name, which was actually Chastain, but she found that cumbersome.) Who was that man at the party?"

"Which one, hon?"

"I don't know, I never saw him before. He was tall, well dressed in a very nice pearl gray silk suit. But, it was his eyes I noticed, black, it looked like they were. It was the oddest thing."

"Oh, I know who you mean. That was Lance Tollidair. He is the CEO of IntraCon. Enormously wealthy. One of those miracle boys. Billionaire before he was twenty-five. He has kind of a reputation as a ladies man, but he's only, er, I'm not sure, early thirties, I think. Took a small machine tool business he inherited from his dad, worth maybe two, three million, made some changes, obtained some acquisitions, bought up some failing companies, somehow turned it all into, I don't know, some say maybe 10 billion."

"That figures."

"What does that mean?"

"I could feel his arrogance from across the room."

"I hear tell he's a great guy, nice person in general, very charitable. Don't think he's in the market for marriage, though."

"What are you trying to say? Neither am I, 'in the market'. I have places to go and worlds to conquer. Maybe some day when I've amassed my own fortune, I'll ask him out," Chastity laughed aloud. Several days went by. Chastity's life went along on its day-to-day shuffle. On Wednesday, there was a knock at her door. She answered to find a messenger, hand delivering a message, the first such message she had ever received. It read like an invitation: Mr. Lance Tollidair requests the pleasure of the company of Ms. Chastity O'Doyle at dinner on Friday June 16th at 7 pm - RSVP.

Chastity was stunned. The messenger waited. If she responded in the affirmative, would it be a date? She supposed it would. Her first date in a long time. She blushed strongly, her crimson cheeks augmenting the startling color of her long tresses. "Just a moment please," she said to the messenger. From her desk, she penned a quick reply on her own custom linen stationary. 'Ms. Chastity O'Doyle regrets she cannot accept the invitation of Mr.' . . . she had to look at the message to find it, 'Lance Tollidair,' stuffing the letter in a matching envelope and scratching his name on the outside. She returned to the foyer and handed over the letter, tipping the messenger with a five for his trouble. "That should dismiss, Mr. Big Shot arrogant billionaire," she thought to herself.

On Thursday, she answered the door to find a delivery boy with three dozen American Beauty Roses and a note from Mr. Tollidair: "I am sorry if I have in some way offended you. Won't you please have dinner with me? Call me." His phone number was scrawled below. There it was again, 'Call me', as if she had nothing better to do with her time. She knew what he had planned for her, didn't they all!

Chastity put the roses in a cut crystal vase and tossed the note in the trash. She buried her face in the flowers, absorbing their calming aroma. "Well, flowers are always nice, no matter who sends them," she said to herself.

On Monday, FedEx delivered a five-pound box of Belgian chocolates, apparently directly from Belgium. There was no note attached.

On Wednesday, she received notice that a star had been named after her in the official registry.

On Friday, she received a telegram notifying her that a donation of $10,000 had been made in her name to the SPCA. This time there was a note that said simply: "Please call me, 987-3210."

She had to admit, if nothing else, he was determined. Or was it stubborn? This time she crumbled up the note and shoved it in her pocket.

Late that night, as Chastity was preparing for bed, the balled up note fell from her pocket. She smoothed it out and set it on her nightstand. The next day at noon, as she was on her way to the country club for a round of doubles tennis with friends, she pulled out her keys to start her Jetta and the note fell into her lap. "Hmm, funny," she thought, but then realized she must have swept the note up from the nightstand with her keys. "It is starting to look as if fate is telling me to call him," she thought. "What harm could it do? Looks like it's me that's being stubborn. What the heck. I have to eat anyway." She reminded herself to call him after tennis, but of course, she forgot. She spent a delightful afternoon at the club and drove home feeling quite satisfied from the friendship and physical exercise. Her phone rang, while she was driving home about 3:45pm. She answered immediately instead of letting it go to voice mail, and without checking caller ID. For some reason a number flashed in her head, 987-3210. "Hello?" She said. 

"Finally, I get to speak to you. Please don't hang up." The voice was a deep warm masculine baritone. She paused, way too long.

"Hello," he said, "Are you there?"

"Yes, I'm here," Chastity finally answered. "What do you want?"

"What I have wanted since I first laid eyes on you, to ask you out, take you to dinner. However, if there is something else you would like to do, somewhere else, you'd like to go, that's okay, too. I can eat anytime."

"When?" she finally replied, sighing deeply, as if surrendering to a force greater than herself.

"YOU WILL! Sorry for shouting. How about tonight? Around eight?"

"Well, okay, yes, yes I will"

"Great, I will pick you up at eight."

"I live at. . ."

"Oh, I know where you live. I know everything about you."

Chastity found herself blushing, even through the phone. "What shall I wear?"

This time it was his turn to pause a long time. "Wear whatever you like. Whatever you would wear if you wanted to impress a man. You can wear nothing if you wish. No one would dare question you anyway."

"Well, thank you, I think, er, Mr., er,"

"Lance, it's Lance, Chastity." Thinking he had better hang up while he was ahead, he said, "okay, great, see you at eight then. Bye."

"Uh, okay, er, bye."

"Geez," she thought to herself, "you really came across as a dodo that time, girl. Oh well, no matter, it's only dinner, just this one time, that's all." When she was almost home, a strange picture flashed through her brain. She was sitting at a table in a fancy restaurant; naked except for a striped man's tie, across from her sat an impeccably dressed Lance Tolladair. She shook off the image and began her list. "I should probably wear my basic black dress, heels, but not too high, evening purse. Hmm, maybe the single strand pearls. Geez, do I have time to do my hair?" she asked herself, looking at the dash clock. It was 4:45. "Just barely, if I hurry." She paused only a moment to ask herself, "if I care nothing about men, nothing about this arrogant. . . about this, this, Lance person, this date, (she had to admit it was a date), why was she so worried about her damned hair?"

*** *** ***

At exactly 7:58 pm, Lance Tollidair pulls up in front of Chastity's Old Victorian home . He walks the ten paces or so, briskly, and raps smartly on her door. She, of course, is not ready. She is of that class of women who believe it is productive to keep a man waiting. Chastain and Lance speak for a few minutes before Chastity appears. She comes down the stairs like a princess, expecting to be bowed to, looking absolutely stunning in a tight midnight blue satin dress, cut low at the breast and flaring out below the knee. The startling blue is a perfect contrast to her flaming red tresses. The cut of the dress shows off her ample charms to their best advantage.

She is two steps down the winding staircase when his head begins to turn. His jaw does not drop as she had expected. Instead, his deep black eyes fix on her body and follow it down step by step. Chastity, disconcerted by his gaze, nearly stumbles. She knows now, instinctively, no matter what clothes she wears, his dark eyes will see through any subterfuge, catch her naked and exposed.

He presents his hand graciously to her as her foot touches the bottom step. His eyes move to catch her eye. He smiles deeply. "Shall we go?" he asks lightly. "You look ravishing."

"Th, th, thank you," Chastity mumbles.

As they walk to his car, she is surprised she cannot tell what make or model it is. The color is a translucent pearl, the chassis low-slung, the styling bold. He opens her door for her and she slides in to soft gray leather surrounded by wood she thinks must be black teak. The sports car smells strongly of maleness, leather and wood and spice, and something that plays on the edge of her consciousness, but remains unnamed. Chastity decides she likes the smell very much.

Lance speaks little as he manipulates the little car through its paces. In minutes, they are on the expressway, his car eating the road, conquering and subduing it. Lance guides it expertly, with little apparent effort. The space in the tiny car is limited, placing them in close proximity, his fingers sometimes touching her hand or wrist as he manipulates the gears. While she still cannot identify it, she determines that the strong, pleasing male scent emanates from the man himself.

Chastity finally thinks of something to say. "What kind of a car is this? I've never seen anything like it."

Lance laughs. "It's called a Bristol Blenheim. I saw one once, then when I got, well, made my money, I decided to pamper myself and get one. The steering wheel is usually on the other side. I had to pay extra to have it changed for driving in America. Do you like it?"

"I like it very much, but it must have been horribly expensive."

Lance merely shrugs.

"You know hundreds of hungry people could have eaten for what you paid for this."

Lance looks over at her as if she were a snake. He pauses a moment to collect his thoughts. "You know, you shouldn't be so quick to judge. You don't know me at all. And if someone had paid me as much attention as I have paid you, I probably would be nicer to them."

"But I. . ." 

Lance interrupts her, holding up one finger. "I bought five hundred meals for homeless persons last week. How many did you buy? It is easy enough for you to sit there and criticize. I know, I don't deserve the enormous wealth I've accrued. I've been very lucky. Nevertheless, I have also worked damn hard to get where I am, an estimated 10,000 hours. So forgive me if I spend a bit on myself. Oh, and by the way, you're welcome."

For a long while Chastity sits and sulks. The atmosphere in the small car is heavy with tension. "Some date this is turning out to be," she thinks. After a few more minutes, she begins to see things in a different light. Here she is, dated by one of the most eligible men in the world; rich, handsome, famous. Why must she always be so confrontational? Why can't she relax and enjoy herself? His square jaw is set tight, muscles bulging. The intensity his face holds is much greater than necessary to guide the graceful car. She realizes she has angered him. 

She takes the opportunity to really look at him, to 'check him out' as it were. He is impeccably dressed. His silk suit is nearly the same shade as his car, a pearly gray. His shirt, open at the throat to allow a few wisps of his blonde chest hair to show, is a deeper steel gray. Even in the dimly lit interior of the lush car, she can see that his clothes fit his body. "Probably hand tailored," she thinks. From what she can judge, he takes good care of himself. Beneath the polished exterior, his hard body moves sensuously. Why is she so set against him? "Look, I. . ."

"Why don't. . .?"

The tension broken, they laugh lightly.

"Ladies first," he says, gesturing with open hand.

"I'm sorry," she says. "You are right. That was very unfair. You have been nothing but nice to me. Can we start over? Please?"

"Okay, forgiven and forgotten. One more thing. Say the word and I will donate a million dollars to any charity you choose. I could easily give you a million for yourself. I have thousands of them."

Chastity blushes a bright red. Under the red blotches, the freckles across the bridge of her nose darken to a deep brown.

"Well, we are here," he says lightly, pulling over to the curb. He saunters to her side of the car, but she is already climbing out.

"As you will," he says, shrugging. He turns, handing the keys to a waiting valet. "Be careful with my baby."

"I will, sir, she's beautiful. What kind of car is she sir, if you don't mind my asking?"

"Not at all, I get that all the time. It's a Bristol Blenheim. Same name as a famous British World War Two bomber, same company, too. Much more well known in the UK than here."

"Thank you, sir."

What is your name, son?"

"Uh, it's George, sir."

"Well George, you're very welcome. Have a good evening and take care of her."

"Oh, I will, sir. You don't have to worry with me, sir."

He takes her arm in the way an old-fashioned gentleman would. They walk down the carpet under the traditional awning. A uniformed doorman admits them. Inside, the atmosphere is dark, ebony and red damask with gleaming brass, crystal and gold.

Lance stands casually waiting. In a moment, a gray haired gentleman in a short evening tux glides up. "Good evening Mr. Tolladair, will anyone be joining you this evening?"

"No, only Ms.O'Doyle and myself. " "Very good, sir. It is a pleasure meeting you miss. The back table then, sir?"

"That would be fine Armand. Thank you."

"Oh, and Armand (he pronounces it Armahn, Chastity notices)."

"Yes sir?"

"George, the Valet?"

"Yes sir? Is there a problem, sir?"

"Oh, no Armand, just the opposite, rarely have I met such a fine young man. He was most respectful and helpful."

"Well sir, I will make sure that Mr. Litel hears of your approval."

"That would be great, Armand. I appreciate good service and professional behavior."

"Right this way, sir." Armand guides them through the busy, but surprisingly quiet restaurant to a small table set off from the crowd. Its two chairs set side by side, rather than across from one another, face a large field stone fireplace in which a fire gently crackles. Armand draws out Chastity's chair for her.

"Thank you, Armand," she says, making no attempt to sound French.

"Is this all right?" Lance asks, once Armand has gone. Gesturing to the set up of the chairs, he continues, "I'm always afraid to seem too intimate with women I do not know. If you would be more comfortable, I will sit with my back to the fire."

"Don't be silly," she says, "I am not in the least afraid."

Lance laughs heartily. "Well said. It appears that our relationship, and so far I hope it's going to be a long one, is going to be very, uh, interesting, let's say."

Chastity smiles, "I'll bet you say that to all the girls," she quips.

"Only to the beautiful redheads," he replies.

"Oh ho," she says coyly, "aren't you the charmer?"

"Wine or an aperitif' before dinner?" He asks.

"I know nothing about wine," she says.

"What's to know?" Lance replies. "It's wet, you drink it. You like it or you don't. Personally, I believe, like the French, that a glass of wine greatly improves a great meal."

"In that case, I defer to your superior knowledge. Would you mind ordering for us?"

"Not at all. Such was my intent all along," Lance raises his hand, as if in school, elbow bent. In about thirty seconds, the sommelier appears. "Anton, have you a smooth Liebfraumilch for the young lady and myself?"

"How about the Weber, sir, 1959? It's a bit drier to the taste and well suited for an aperitif'."

"That will be fine, Anton. Thank you." 

"Lance?"

"Yes, Chastity?"

"Well, first of all, call me Chas, ok?"

"Done. Chas."

"I, Oh, hell. I'm sorry I acted so poorly. You are right. You did absolutely nothing that I should be angry with you for. In fact, I think it was pretty nice what you did for the car boy."

"If you are with me for any time at all, and I hope you will be, you will soon discover that I am a person who believes in the power of the positive. Let me give you an example. You were being, well, let's just say a bit negative toward me in the car. I could have sucked in those negative feelings and transferred them to the valet, George. I could have said, "Boy take care of this car. It's worth more than you are," swept on past him and basically, ignored him. 

"Here's what would have happened. George would have said, 'Humpf! What a pompous rich ass,' not knowing I was taking your anger out on him. The next time I came, he would remember, ignore me, maybe even park my car in a place where it might get scratched." "But instead of letting you ruin several persons' evening, I put myself in control. I decided to be nice, positive toward George. I asked his name, put in a good word for him. What did it cost me? A minute of my time? The next time I see George, he will say, 'Good evening Mr. Tollidair. Nice to see you this evening.' 

Moreover, he will mean it. And, he will take very good care of my car. See how it works. Positive breeds positive. I'm sorry. I guess it sounds like I am lecturing you. I'm really not. It's just that this is something I am passionate about. I see people choosing to ruin their lives, make themselves miserable when they could choose happiness."




Come Sail Away With Me



"And what about you, Lance, are you happy?"

"I believe I am. My life lacks a few things, but over all, I'm happy because I choose happiness."

The sommelier, Anton, appears with the selection, pours a tiny amount in the bottom of one of the crystal goblets. Lance takes it up with a flourish, sniffs, eyes closed, smiles, takes a tiny sip rolls it around his tongue and cheeks, finally swallows. "Very, very nice Anton, as you said, quite a nice dryness for a Liebfraumilch." Anton reaches to fill her glass before refilling Lance's, places the bottle in a table side ice bucket and retires.

Lance raises his glass to her. "To new and positive beginnings."

Chastity smiles broadly. "Amen," she says and drinks.

For a few minutes, they enjoy their wine, saying nothing. Eventually, Chas can stand the silence no longer. "So tell me, Lance, why me? You could have chosen anyone. Why choose me? You say you know all about me. Then you must know that I don't date men. I don't sleep with men. I am curious. Why hound me for a date?"

"I'm really not sure, Chas. That's the truth. Certainly, I was taken in by your beauty. You are a very beautiful woman. But No, I think maybe I saw it as a challenge."

"So that's what I am. Another conquest? Another notch on the handle of your 'gun'?"

"No, I didn't mean that at all. Why must you take everything I say so negatively? Must I always be guarded in my speech? I meant, when you said no and kept saying no to all my attempts, it became a sort of challenge to my honor, my integrity. I didn't, don't think of you as a conquest, but as a woman, a possible mate. Certainly, I would want a strong woman in my life to challenge me to be the best I can be. You seemed like a qualified candidate in that regard."

"Good evening Mr. Tollidair. Are you ready to order?"

"I am so sorry, Henri. We have been so busy talking we haven't even cracked a menu. What would you recommend tonight?"

"Our chef, he recommends tonight, the chateaubriand."

"What will you be serving with that tonight, Henri?"

"Ah sir, I am so 'appy you asked. It is tonight, the pasta Alfredo with truffles and the julienne vegetables, also with shallots and truffles. And for the dessert, fresh raspberry sorbet with dark Belgian chocolate sauce. It will be, sir as we say, magnifique." The little dark man with a tiny pointed mustache and adorable French accent has described their dinner with such an obvious love for his work, that Chastity's mouth begins to water.

"Is that okay with you, Chas? Or, would you like to order something different? The salmon en broche is usually excellent here, also."

"Oh no, no," Chastity laughs. "I feel as if I would offend Henri if I ordered anything else."

"Ah ma'mselle, it is true I would be a bit hurt, but, to be offended by a beautiful woman, it is a man's role in life, c'est non?"

"That's fine, Henri, the chateau will be fine." Chas is now laughing heartily.

"And Henri?" Lance puts in.

"Oui monsieur?"

"Would you please tell Anton there will be no need to consult on the dinner wine? We will have whatever he thinks best with the chateaubriand."

"Very good, sir."

"You know everyone here? How often do you come here?"

"I don't know. This is perhaps the fifth time I have been here."

"But you know everyone, everything, the wine, the dinner, everyone's name."

Lance laughs heartily. "I know nothing of wine and very little about French cuisine. As far as the names go, I have a pretty good memory and I always ask everyone's names. I always make it a point to call persons by their names. It's a way of honoring them. Another use of the positive. As a result, everyone remembers me and is happy to see me."

"But the wine, the menu. . ."

"I merely assist them in doing their jobs excellently."

"So, it's all phony?"

"Not at all. It is as real as can be. It is only that I don't choose to be contentious, when I can be compliant and create better outcomes."

"Still seems like you are acting."

"I am. I am acting interested. I am acting involved. I am acting as if I care. I am interested. I am involved. I do care. So why should I act differently? Don't forget Shakespeare, 'All the world's a stage.'"

"And all the men and women merely players," she continues. "What about real emotions, real reactions?"

"That's just it. I do not choose to react. Earlier in the car, I could have chosen to react. Instead, I chose to act, to take the initiative to create a positive atmosphere from the negative one that was beginning. And you see it is working."

"You are the most interesting man." The comment had slipped from her lips before she recognized it as a compliment.

"Well, thank you very much. Ah, the steak has arrived."

Since they sit on adjacent sides of the table rather than across from one another, elbows bump, hands touch, knees and feet sometimes make contact. Much of it makes Chastity feel a bit uncomfortable.

They don't say much for a time, engrossed in the fine food. Chastity loves the way they share one steak instead of each having their own. Almost against her will, she is growing to like this man. Another bottle of wine has come with dinner; a rich red burgundy, not sweet, but full of flavors and aromas that complimented the beef.

About halfway through, he inquires, "why did we start so negative? Why didn't you want to go out with me? What is wrong with me?"

"It wasn't you in particular," Chas manages to eke out around a mouthful of meat. "I just kind of took it for granted," she said, swallowing. "It is always the same. They wine you, they dine you, and they charm and entertain you. And always for the same goal, to get you in their bed."

Lance stops, places his knife and fork carefully on his plate and turns toward her. His dark eyes catch and hold her. "Okay. Let's say for a minute that taking you to bed is my goal. Would it be such a terrible thing for us to end up in each other's arms, in your bed or mine? I am reasonably attractive, in good shape. I smell okay. I have all the necessary equipment. Certainly, it could be said that I desire you, or I could force myself to desire you. I am curious. Why would that be an undesirable result to a fine evening?"

"But," she stammers, "it, that, er, I mean it would be a one-night stand, nothing permanent or personal or lasting. Only a quick, you know, a. . ."

"You mean, just a quick fuck? Is that what you are trying so hard not to say? Hmm." He pauses to take another bite, chews. She waits. She is blushing. She honestly cannot discern if she is more embarrassed by the word he used or by her own inability to say it.

"Let me ask you," he says, daubing at his lips with a linen napkin, "why would you assume anything we ended up doing together would automatically be brief? Have you had so many bad experiences with men that you assume we are all dishonest blubbering sexual maniacs who rush to come and go?"

"Well, no I haven't had many I mean, that doesn't make any difference." She shoves a huge piece of steak in her mouth and chews as if she can gnaw away her frustration. "Tell me," she says, gulping. "Tell me you are not sitting there this moment hoping to get me in your bed."

"I would never tell you any such thing. I am not a liar. Look, you want honesty. Men and women date, they seek each other out. Why? They are lonely, incomplete, driven to propagate the race, needy, horny. We date because we are genetically driven to seek a mate. In modern society, that means a person we feel completes us, makes us whole. And we fail. Over and over again, we fail. Why? In my estimation, it is because we expect too much, too soon. Our training, our myths, our fantasies all tell us we will meet that special person. It will be the first person we become intimate with because we can't have intimacy without commitment. Therefore, we make a commitment, rather, we are forced to make a commitment to get what we need in the short term. But, it is all a lie. How much better it would be if we could all make our own choices, intelligent choices based on information and experience,without all the bullshit." 

"You want honesty?" he goes on, "are you sure you are prepared to hear, to accept honesty from me?" He pauses to let her think, spooning the remains of his pasta Alfredo into his mouth with a sensuous grace. All the while his eyes hold hers, not willing to let her off easy. He chews and waits. 

She shifts uncomfortably on her seat, bringing their knees into contact. She swallows hard. She cannot look away from those dark dangerous eyes. "Okay," she says, "honesty."

"I want you, Chastity. Of course I do. I want you in my life. I want you in my arms, in my bed. I want you calling my name over and over, as part of me fills an empty part of you. I have absolutely no doubt I can bring you, bring us, together, to heights and depths of joy and satisfaction you have not experienced before. But, I am not a monster who is about to jump on you and take a few moments of satisfaction for himself and leave you. I am aware that all the decisions are yours to make. And, I will make you a promise. Should you decide that we will be together after tonight, and I won't deny I will be lobbying hard for that decision," he pauses, shifts his chair, leans closer to her, "I absolutely promise I will never touch you, kiss you, do anything to or with you unless you specifically ask me to."

Her throat is dry, her voice rasping. "That is never going to happen."

"Good, then we can see each other as much as we want, as much as I want and you will never have a worry or fear, you can always feel completely safe, until. . ."

"Until?"

"Until you decide you want something more from me. Then I will give it. All of it. Myself. Whatever you wish and more than you ever wished for. I would ask only one thing in return."

"And what is that?" Chas asks.

"That you give me a chance, give us a chance. That you agree to an unspecified amount of time, an unspecified number of dates. That you give me the time to show you; I am the kind of man who deserves you. Give yourself the time to admit your need to yourself and to develop the courage to ask for what you want."

"I told you. That is not going to happen."

"So you won't make the agreement?"

"It doesn't matter. I am not going to end in your bed. Calling your name or anything else and I don't need a week, a month, or a year to decide. I don't need any of that. With you or anyone. You picked the wrong girl. I am not interested. I have a life to live. And I definitely don't need you."

"We all need someone, Chastity."

"Not me. Now would you please take me home?"

"As you wish."

The ride to her house is quiet, the atmosphere strained. Lance, totally frustrated by her unyielding negativity, searches his mind for some way to get through. He is convinced that beneath that 'ice queen' exterior there is a deeply sensuous woman, a passionate slut silently screaming to be released. He knows not how he knows this about her, only that he feels her heat deep within himself.

"Chastity," he begins.

"What?" Her tone is cold, combative.

"Do you ever have fun?"

"What do you mean? Of course I have fun."

"Doing what? What do you enjoy? If you could do, could have, anything you wanted in the whole wide world, what would that be? What would it take to make you smile, laugh?"

"What's it to you? Why do you care?"

"If I told you, was honest with you, you would only get angrier. Don't you ever soften? Is there no softness, no acceptance in you? Do you have even a shred of human kindness in you?"

"What the hell are you talking about? I have kindness. I work at a non-profit. I volunteer in a pet rescue. I donate to 'Save the Children'; I smile and laugh all the time. Just not with assholes like you! Is that plain enough?"

"But why? Why am I an asshole? Because I tell the undisguised truth? I have done everything I know to please you, but you continue to get more and more angry with me. I have done nothing to harm or offend you. Quite the contrary, I have been polite, caring, truthful, giving; most women would say I have been charming."

"Well, you know what then? Go on off and drag 'most women' into your bed. It won't work on me."

"I don't want 'most women'. I want you Chastity."

"Why me? Can you tell me that? Why me?"

"Because I know as surely as I have ever known anything, that we belong in one another's arms. "I don't know how I know it. I just do."

"So you're saying what? You are madly in love with me?"

"No, not that, not yet. But, I can see that it could happen. I'd like you to give it a chance, give us a chance."

"It's not going to happen. There is no way you are dragging me into your bed."

"You know, you keep saying that. Do I look like, act like, a caveman? I haven't given the slightest indication of force or violence. In fact, I haven't even asked you yet. Even before I told you the truth about wanting you, you were so presumptuous as to assume I would want you. Aren't you assuming an awful lot? On second thought, maybe that is what you really want, to be dragged forcibly. Is that why you keep bringing it up?"

"You are impossible!"

"Not nearly as impossible as you. Look, we have maybe five minutes until we get to your place. Can I at least get an answer to my question?"

"What question is that?"

"Okay, here it is again. Sit over there quietly. Take four of the five minutes left. Think about it, and then please answer me. What would it take to please you, to make you smile? What would you really like to have or do if it could be anything in the world?"

The time passes agonizingly slow. Finally, they draw up in front of her father's old-fashioned Victorian. Lance has about decided she isn't going to answer when she speaks. Her voice is dreamy and far away. "I'd like to sail away to a tropical isle and be away from everything."

Lance comes around to open her car door while she is still dreaming. He escorts her to her door, saying nothing. She turns to leave him. "Chastity," he says softly.

"Yes, what?" she says, turning back to him.

"I can do that for you, if you wish."

"Do what?"

"Sail you away to a tropical isle. Good night, Chastity." Lance turns and strides briskly back to the gleaming sports car, hops in and roars away.

*** *** *** 

Three days later, Chastity is sitting at her desk putting together a new funding proposal to bring Wi-Fi to a poverty stricken neighborhood in the inner city, when she sees Lance Tolladair walk down the hall to the Directors office. She cannot help but wonder why he is visiting. She knows she had behaved like a bitch when they were last together. The whole dynamic is very puzzling. Why had she reacted so negatively to him? He is extremely good-looking, gentle, caring, and honest to a fault. What then?

At the edge of her consciousness, a tiny voice asks the question a bit differently. "What are you afraid of Chastity?" She reaches deep, brings the idea to the surface. What is she afraid of? Certainly not of him, perhaps of herself, then? Perhaps she is afraid she will one day lie beneath him, calling his name over and over as he. . . Her face is scarlet as her hair. Her chest above her ample breasts feels as if it were afire. Her nipples strain painfully against her bra.

Of course, Lance chooses that moment to come loping gracefully, confidently down the hall. He stops in front of her open office door. "Ms. O'Doyle, may I speak with you for a moment please?"

"Certainly," she says, barely overcoming her shortness of breath, "step in."

"Ms. Robertson suggested I speak with you regarding the Kenya project," he says, sliding his long form into a chair beside her desk.

"Concerning what, if I might ask?"

"Margret, that is, Ms. Robertson, believes that ten to fifteen villages should be selected for the trial run on the Wi-Fi installation. We both agree that you are the only person with the expertise to select those village. Do you think you could come up with a list of say 20 locations by a week from Thursday? Of course once the locations are chosen, you will be given full carte blanche as director of the program."

"Since when do you have anything to say about my program?"

"I wasn't aware that it was your program. I thought it was for the Kenyan people."

"Well, uh, yeah, well of course," Chastity sputters, I only meant that I er, well. . ." And now she is truly embarrassed, flushing all over.

"Of course, Chas, everything we're doing here is based upon your ideas, your research, and your hard work. No one has any intention of taking anything away from you."

"I was only asking, I, er, uh. I mean what exactly is your interest in the Kenya project?"

"My foundation, PierceCo, is the funding source for the project, Ms. O'Doyle. Depending upon what you decide, we will be funding your effort at either 15 or 20 million."

"But PierceCo? Who is Pierce?" 

Lance begins to chuckle softly. "Ms. O'Doyle, Chastity, Chas. Excuse me for laughing. I don't suppose there is any way you could have known; my name Tollidair, in Gaelic means, 'he who pierces'."

"So your name is Lance that pierces?"

Lance shrugs his shoulders. "I had nothing to do with it. Normally one has no say in one's own name. Apparently, my father had a fondness for puns. Ms. Doyle, Chastity. I don't know what I have done or said to make you react so negatively towards me, but can't we start over and make an attempt to be kind and courteous to one another? It appears, like it or not, that we will be working together." His intense dark eyes reflect Chastity's antagonistic visage back at her. She struggles to regain control.

"All right Mr. Pierce," chuckling, "we'll start over. Thank you so much for agreeing to finance our little project in Kenya."

"You are quite welcome, Ms. O'Doyle. It is a worthwhile project, well thought out and designed and administered by a director with a successful track record; exactly the sort of project our board loves to fund."

She is, once again, victim to his complements, delivered with obvious sincerity in a deep resonant tone. She reddens yet again.

"Would you consent to discussing your list of your selected villages over dinner next Thursday?"

"I, I, er, I'd be delighted and thank you for offering, Mr. Tollidair."

"Lance, please."

"Okay, Lance."

"I will contact you with the details as to time and place. Would that be satisfactory?"

"Yes, thank you. If I'm not in, leave word with our receptionist."

He reaches to take her hand, but instead of shaking, he squeezes it gently, holds it, turns those deep dark eyes on her, and looks deep inside her. "I'll be very much looking forward to it, and to working together with you in the future. I understand there is a wide range of possible endeavors we could work on together, your company and my foundation."

Was it her imagination, or has he held her hand way too long?

"Till next Thursday then, Chastity," Lance says, turns, and is gone.

Chastity stands looking at her hand where he has touched her, for perhaps a full minute before shaking her head, clearing her mind to return to her work. 

The eight days until their dinner appointment are filled with activity and creativity. So much so that Chastity has nearly forgotten the deal is to be closed over dinner.

The reminder comes to her with considerable pain. As she reaches across to pick up a folder containing the names of the villages she has selected for the project, her palm is nearly pierced by the message spike on her desk. Pulling her hand sharply away, she checks for damage. As she examines the red spot in the center, she is reminded of the electricity of his touch. She feels a sudden twinge, almost a contraction, along her vaginal walls, and a sharp shot of heat below her belly.

The phone rings. She checks the caller ID. It is him. How could he know she was thinking of him at that moment? His deep, dulcet voice might easily excite her if she were an impressionable female, but she is stronger, better than that. She assumes what she believes is a professional attitude, only a slight hitch in her voice betraying the turmoil inside. "Hello, Lance, er, Mr. Tollidair. How are you today?"




Come Sail Away With Me



"I am fine Ms. O'Doyle, thanks for asking. I am calling with the details of our dinner meeting. You haven't forgotten, have you, Chastity?"

"No, not at all Lance. Go ahead, give me the details." 

"Can you meet me at the Nantucket Yacht Club, that's at forty-seventh and Waterfront drive, at seven-thirty? If you prefer, I could pick you up."

"No, that's fine. I can meet you there."

"I'll be very much looking forward to it. See you then."

"Nora!" Chastity calls to her assistant, "will you come here please?"

"Yes, Chas?"

"I need you to make four copies of the Kenya list, fax two copies to me at my home. Then e-mail me the Google directions to the Nantucket Yacht club, that's on forty-seventh. I am leaving for the day; put all my calls and meetings on hold for Monday. Then you can go home early yourself."

"Are you okay, Chas?"

Chastity looks at Nora oddly. "Why would you ask me that? I'm just fine!"

"Well, okay. You sure you don't have a fever; you look so flushed?"

"Nonsense. Nora, you get the strangest ideas," Chastity asserts, turns on her heel, and promptly leaves.

Starting her five-year-old Jetta in the company garage, she adjusts the air conditioning to high, remarking to herself how hot her car has become, even in the shelter of the garage. The hard plastic of the door panel against her thigh aggravates her. Her mind immediately contrasts her car's interior with the soft leather comfort of his car. Mr. High falootin' rich man Lance. He who pierces. Well she would be damned if he'd pierce her. Odd how that word affects her, flooding her with conflicting sensations. The mere sound of it causes a twinge, down there, in her most private of places, but also inspires an instant feeling of abhorrence so severe she is driven to thoughts of violence. For the fleetest of moments, she wonders if both feelings are one and the same.

As she pulls up to the old Victorian she shares with her dad, her phone sounds the strains of Aretha Franklin's Respect, her long-time ring tone. Nora has already completed her tasks and is headed home. Is there anything more Chas wanted?

"No thnx go hme," Chastity texts back.

She steps into the shower in preparation for her dinner meeting, the steaming water easing and calming her tired body. She reclines against the shower wall and lets the rivulets stream over her body. She loves the way the water caresses her, like an understanding lover. That oh, so familiar feeling begins in her. She slides her fingers between the lips of her vagina, holding back her foreskin with her index and ring finger and gently caressing the tiny bud beneath with her middle finger. As her excitement grows, she quickens her movements, rubbing harder and faster. She turns up to let hot water splash strongly in her face. 

Chastity squeezes her thighs tightly together, using the base of her middle finger on her clit now, applying more pressure, while the tip slips between, entering her slightly with each stroke. One of her gentle rolling orgasms takes her then, cascading through her body like the hot water cascading over her. As the wave reaches her core, she plunges her finger deep in herself. "Pierced," her mind says, as the second wave shudders through her.

Later, fluffing out the finishing touches to her scarlet tresses, she ponders: "What is it about this particular man that has her so flummoxed? Why does his mere presence cause such strong negative feelings in her, while the thought of him seems also to affect her in a deep physical way?"

In her old Jetta on the way to the meeting, her mind flashes an image of his large graceful hand parting her thighs. She pulls to the curb for a few moments and takes ten deep cleansing breaths, clutching the copies of her proposal to remind herself this is to be a business dinner.

She arrives her usual ten minutes early, feeling a tiny bit embarrassed to leave her car with the valet. As she enters the club, she is approached by an older gentleman in a yachting cap. "Ms. O'Doyle?"

"Yes." she nearly yells, startled to be addressed by a stranger, "how did you know my . . ." "Excuse me for saying so, Ms O'Doyle, but your appearance is quite striking." "Yes, of course, forgive me. You startled me." "Not at all miss, it is I who apologize. Mr. Tollidair has asked that you join him on his boat. That would be at moorage number 48  ̶ Freddy!" He calls, motioning to a young man who dashed over immediately. "Would you please guide Ms. O'Doyle to slip 48?"

"Yes sir, right away. Would you please follow me, miss?"

"Thank you, er, what is your name again?"

"Freddy ma'am; it's Freddy. That's funny, ma'am."

"What is?"

"Well. I don't mean funny like 'ha ha', ma'am. It's more like I mean, er, it's like odd."

Chuckling now, Chastity asks again, "What's odd?"

"You askin' like that, what my name is. Only other person ever asked me was Mr. Tollidair. Now you are havin' dinner with him and you asked me too. Kind'a odd is all I'm sayin. Nothin' meant by it or nothin', ma'am."

"Uh, Freddy, may I ask you something?"

"Sure ma'am, anything you like. Any friend of Mr. Tollidair is a friend of mine."

"That's just what I was going to ask you. What do you think of him?"

"Like I said, ma'am, he's the best. He even says I should call him Lance, like we were friends or somethin', but somehow that just don't seem right to me. If anybody deserves to be called Mister, it's him."

"What makes him so special, Sean?"

"Well, here's just one thing. My mom was in the hospital. I don't know how he even knew. But, he sent her this big bunch of flowers. Really made her feel special. And you know what else ma'am? " "I can't imagine."

"I ain't supposed to tell no one, but I guess you'd be okay, being his friend an' all, but Lance, that is Mr. Tollidair, him and me have a secret bank account for, like, college. For every thousand dollars he puts in, he makes me put in a hundred. Kinda sneaky the way he worked that, but good sneaky, if you know what I mean. Well, here we are ma'am. You tell Mr. Tollidair, Freddy says 'hey' will ya?"

"Thank you very much, Freddy. I will certainly do that." Chastity begins to rummage in her purse for a tip for Fred, but he interrupts. "No need for that ma'am. Mr. Tollidair takes good care of me. Have a good evening, ma'am."

Another affirmation of the man's goodness! Then why can't she stand him? And, if she can't stand him, then why is she here at all? Just what is going on? Chastity is unused to having a clouded mind. Usually she makes a decision, sticks to it, and proves herself right. With great confusion and a bit of trepidation, she works her way to the end of the dock, where she can see a large boat, a ship almost, moored, engine running and lights aboard gleaming.

He stands near the stern, looking every bit the seagoing man in white slacks and deck shoes, a gray cardigan sweater and Captains cap. "Ahoy," he calls playfully.

"Why didn't you tell me dinner was on board a ship?" she spouts.

"It's not a ship, it's just a little boat," he defends himself, "and I wanted to surprise you. Now I've gone and made you angry again."

"It's okay," she says, still not pacified, "but I am really not dressed for seafaring." She is clad in her classic black evening dress, deep cut in front to show the right amount of cleavage and short enough to flash a bit of thigh now and then. A silver belt at the waist emphasizes her hourglass figure. Her heels are high to emphasize her muscled calves and buttocks, and she carries a tiny handbag of silver lame.

"You look astonishing," he praises, "absolutely ravishing." As she nears the gangplank, he moves to meet her half way, extending his hand in helpful fashion.

"Thank you," she says. He cannot discern if she is thanking him for the compliments or his hand, but is happy her crabbiness has abated somewhat.

"Welcome aboard," he says, smiling in that ultra charming way of his, as he helps her past the gunnels and onto a seat in the cockpit. Bowing elaborately, he continues, "I am your captain, lord and master of this tiny vessel, Winds of Hope, and your humble servant. If you will excuse me for a few moments I have some nautical tasks to attend to and I shall return henceforth." With this, he turns, performs a comical little bow, and descends to the galley, his head disappearing as he calls, "be right back."

Chastity is left alone to contemplate while Lance tinkers below. In about three minutes, a pair of white deck shoes come sailing up from the galley. Moments later, his captain's hat appears, followed by the rest of his superbly shaped body. In one hand, he carries a tray obviously laden with food and two crystal goblets; in the other an unopened bottle of champagne. Lance moves with the grace of an antelope as he distributes his burdens. After setting the tray and the bottle on a table in the cockpit, he bends to retrieve the deck shoes and hands them to Chastity. "Here," he says. "Put these on. I would hate to have to rescue you from the deep blue. I am so sorry I didn't warn you to dress properly. Men pay so little attention to things like proper attire. Especially, when it is someone else's attire. Do forgive me. If you get chilly, do let me know, I have plenty of warm clothes and jackets and seafaring attire on board."

He slides into the padded bench seat beside her and presents her with the tray. "Let's see, we have Dungeness crab meat, pate, some little rye things, a nice hot cup of chowder, some veggies, an assortment of cheeses and fruits, and. . . This!" he says, producing the bottle of Cristal. Without further inducement, he proceeds to pop the cork on the Champagne, which he deftly catches in his left hand as he begins to pour with his right.

Chastity is acutely aware he is trying to impress her with his light banter and deft movements. While she loves the attention, she abhors what she believes are his intentions, to get her in his bed. "And a nice bed it would be, too," says a voice in her head. "Shut up!" she answers.

"What?" Lance asks.

"Oh, nothing. I was just talking to myself."

"Out loud, with someone else present," he teases. He smiles with pleasure when he sees that he has again evoked her marvelous full-body blush. "You are even more beautiful when you blush," he praises.

"Thank you, I think," she says and finally laughs.

"There!" he yells. "I have finally done it!"

"Done what?" she blurts and begins to giggle.

"I've finally made you laugh," he says and laughs with her.

Their laughing spell dissipates within a few minutes. He hands her a glass and offers up a toast. "To sailing," he says simply.

Graciously she replies, "To sailing." And they drink.

"Here, try this," he says, spooning thick white chowder into her mouth. She is about to complain about being treated like a child when the marvelous taste explodes in her mouth. "Oh, my God," she exclaims. "That is truly marvelous. Wherever did you find it?"

"Find it, don't be silly Chastity. I have spent six hours making it for you."

"For me?" She asks, astonished. "And all this, too?"

"Oui, ma'am'selle. It tis the fate of all mankind to suffair for the beautiful wom-an, C'est non?" Chastity laughs hard and keeps laughing softly, speaking through her giggles, "Well, Lance, you've done it again. You've made me laugh."

"Wonderful. Your eyes sparkle so when you laugh."

"So, Mr. Lance that pierces, what is on the agenda for this evening?"

"I wish I had never told you that. I will never live it down. Anyway, I thought we would have a nice light dinner, stow everything away, batten down the hatches, change some shoes, maybe some clothes, power out past Lighthouse Point, and take a nice nighttime sail. We can take care of the business part during dinner if you wish. For right now, though, I wish you would change your shoes. I would feel very uncomfortable if you stood. The weather at sea can be very unpredictable."

"You certainly are very confident aren't you Lance?"

"Of course I am confident. I certainly didn't get where I am by doubting myself."

"I ran into another of your ardent admirers on the way here."

"Really, who was that?"

"Freddy says to say 'hey'."

"Fred's a fine boy."

"I think I have decided so are you, Mr. Tollidair, so are you. How many others are there like Fred?"

"I find them wherever I go. Fine young men and a few young women. They have the desire, the drive, the intelligence, in short everything they need for success, except for the chance. So I come along, give them a chance. It costs me almost nothing and is extremely rewarding. The first boy I helped, a caddie who once carried my clubs, Thom Sorenson. He knew more about the game than I could ever learn. Helped me win a few big games. He'll be graduating with an MBA from Harvard this spring. I may even hire him before some other company grabs him up."

"I am talking way too much. Let's see those Wi-Fi sites while we eat, huh?" Once again, he scoops up the low white deck shoes. This time, however, he kneels at her feet and helps her change into them.

"I feel like Cinderella," Chastity laughs.

"And a true princess you are, milady."

"You are so full of shit!"

Now it was his turn to laugh. "Shall I stop? Don't you like compliments?"

"Flattery Lance? To what end?"

"Okay, fine, you got me. Now let's see those plans."

She reaches into the slim briefcase that sits waiting at her feet, draws out the documents, and hands them over.

Lance takes his time perusing the documents, munching on the finger food as he reads. He disagrees with a few of her choices and gives cogent reasons why.

"Excuse me, Lance," she says suddenly. Would it be possible for me to get some more of that chowder? I am afraid mine has gone cold."

He hops up and disappears below, returning in about three minutes with a large steaming bowl of the chowder. Chastity digs in to the sumptuous concoction, pausing only to snag a piece of crab meat or a bit of bread or cheese. Both sip the champagne slowly.

He is very thorough, going over every aspect of the proposal for each village until he is satisfied, arguing his point of view with her as he would a colleague. They finally agree on twenty-two villages for the immediate run. He marks both sheets with the characteristic LT of his swirling signature and one goes into the seat of the cockpit, the other back in Chastity's bag.

"Are you finished eating?" he asks her. Her mouth is full, but she nods. He picks up everything, puts the cork back in the bottle and stows it all in the bench seat in the cockpit. "Ready to sail?"

He moves to the wheel, starting the engines and setting a course. He turns to Chastity. "Come," he says simply, extending his hand. He positions her behind the helm. "See that red arrow," he instructs her, "keep it within two degrees of 170."

Wait, wait, I. . .I can't pilot a ship!"

"It's not a ship it is only a small boat, only a forty footer. It's very easy, everything is electric or electronic. The most common mistake people make is over steering. Just keep that arrow where I told you and we'll do fine."

"What, er where are you going?"

"I am going below to get us a couple of windbreakers."

"Fine thing, a girl wears her best sexy dress and the boy wants to cover it up with a jacket." Lance stops dead where he stands, looks in her eyes. "Is that what you did Chastity, wore your sexiest dress for me?"

Her face and neck and the sweet rise of her breasts are instantly flaming red. Her inadvertent confession has brought her to the brink. A wave of heat radiates from her stomach up to her nipples and down to her center.

"I'll go get those jackets now," he says clumsily, disappearing quickly down the hatchway.

Chastity mostly ignores the wheel until a small alarm sounds. She wrenches the wheel strongly back, over-correcting and nearly bringing the vessel parallel to the waves. Carefully she eases the tiller over until the red line rests exactly on the number 170. She feels a bit proud of her seamanship, even though it has been her inattention which caused the problem in the first place.

"Was he staying below an inordinate amount of time, waiting for their combined embarrassment to subside? What had she been thinking? Her innocent joke about a sexy dress went against everything she had presented to him so far. Oh well," she told herself, "there is bound to be some sexual tension between a man and a woman." Now it was out there in plain sight, not lurking in the shadows like some fearsome predator.

She sees Lighthouse Point approaching rapidly ahead and begins to worry whether she will be up to the task of piloting past it. Lance's head appears. It is so odd, always seeing him approach a bit at a time like that!

She welcomes both the windbreaker and the warm snifter of brandy he hands her.

As he helps her on with the jacket, she takes a sip of the amber liquid. The aroma and flavor of heirloom grapes fills her nose and mouth. A golden glow touches the tip of her tongue, slides hotly down her throat, diaphragm and belly and lays in her stomach like a bank of warm coals. "Wow!" She exclaims, "That is some great stuff. What is that?"

"I consider it the finest brandy in existence. From Spain. It is called, Phillipe Secundo."

"It's like golden fire."

"I think of it more in terms of banked embers, but yeah, that's fairly accurate. You ready to sail?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I'm the captain, you will be my crew."

"How am I going to do that? I don't know anything about sailing."

"You do the same as every other crew member; you follow the captain's orders. Trust me it will be easy and fun." Lance eases her from her seat by the wheel, takes her place and shuts off the engines. "Follow me," he says. He opens a small cabinet and takes out a chrome handle. "Stand right here. When I yell 'okay' from the bow, seat this crank in this contraption, called a windlass, and crank this way, clockwise as fast as you can. Now when you are doing that, this big thing here is called the boom. It may swing wildly across the deck, so you have to stay alert and duck if it swings. Then this gadget here, (it's called a mainsheet traveler) will tighten down and the boom will stop swinging. The boat will lean a bit, but don't worry, it's supposed to do that.

"When I tell you to, use this line here, it is called the lifeline, for obvious reasons, to come to the 'pulpit' in the bow. I'll be there so don't worry, just keep hanging on, until you get to me. As he instructs her, he moves to pull the canvas cover off the mainsail, folds it neatly and stashes it in the proper compartment. He undoes the ties that hold the sail tight against the boom. Okay, I am going forward now. Remember, when I yell, crank like hell and watch for the boom." He steps over to tie off the wheel, then moves quickly forward. 

From loss of power, the boat begins to wallow a bit. She has begun to worry when she hears his voice from what seems like very far away. "Now!"

She sticks the crank in the hole and cranks as fast as she can, surprised at how easily it moves. Before her eyes, the large main canvas begins to rise straight up the mast. Forward, Lance is running a smaller, triangular sail up the front of the mast. She feels the strong pull as the vessel grabs the wind and leaps forward. The boom indeed swings and she ducks once as the mainsheet traveler also cranks up tight.

"Come forward!" she hears his deep voice resonate from forward. "Be careful!"

The deck is slanted now beneath her feet, about thirty degrees, she imagines. She works her way slowly forward without too much difficulty, even though the deck is slanted and jumping up and down like a bronco with a thorn in its saddle. When she draws even with the forward hatch, Lance holds out his hand to her. "Come on," he says, "Trust me, you'll love it." 




Come Sail Away



I whispered are you getting your eyes full? 

He whispered back boy they sure have nice tits for girls so young don't they?

I hit him on the arm and went back to reading my book. Over the next few hours I lost count of how many of them drink's we had. I know I had trouble walking when I got up to go to the rest room. 

After I came back I asked Jeff something. He didn't reply at all. His eyes and mind were glued on the young breast across from us. I then said I could do that also. 

Jeff looked at me and said you can do what?

I said lay out here topless like they are.

Jeff laughed and just said right as his eyes went back to the young breast.

With that an all the drinks that I had consumed I sat up untied my top and pulled it off. I sat back in the chair and acted like I was reading my book again. From behind my dark sunglasses I could see that all the guys where taking in an eye full of what a thirty year old woman had to offer. What a feeling went through my body as I sat there with my breast in full view of these strangers. Jeff didn't even notice until he seen all the guys looking my way. 

Then he turned and said shit Mary cover up your tits! 

I laughed and said I think they need a little sun don't you?

Jeff then said, all them guys are looking at you. 

I said duh, you think I don't know that? And it's really turning me on. 

Jeff's ears popped up as he leaned over and asked me if I was getting wet from showing off my tits.

I looked at him and said yes very much.

Jeff then rolled over on his belly and said he was getting a hard-on from all this. 

I laughed and said we should have a lot of fun in the room tonight. 

A few more hours and a lot more drinks I was feeling no pain at all. From time to time guys would walk by us girls checking us out. My nipples were hurting from being hard and sticking out so long. I would rub tanning lotion on my breast and would just about cum from the feelings in my nipples. God I was so horny and I couldn't believe that I was really sitting out here topless. And how much I liked other men seeing my hard nipples. And Jeff now was enjoying all this as much as I was. For that matter from time to time he would tell me which guys were checking out my breast. As the daylight came to an end we worked our way back to our room. 

Both of us were about drunk as we got in the room and fell on the bed. Jeff's fingers went right in my bottoms to my wet pussy. 

He moaned holy shit you are wet.

And boy was I ever, this had really got to me. Jeff kept fingering my pussy until I moaned out that I was cumming. At that time he untied my top and bottom. Jeff then opened my legs wide and got over the top of me. Slowly he pushed his hard cock inside me. Oh it felt so good as he started driving in me.

Then he's asking me if I enjoyed all them guys looking at me? Did I know that all them guys would love to fuck me? Would I like to let one of them guys fuck me?

Just as I was cumming again I moan yes to all his questions. 

Jeff moaned I knew it as he started cumming also. Then we both passed out with Jeff still inside me. 

I woke up after a bit and told Jeff, we have to get cleaned up for dinner. I dressed in this short black slip dress. It had velvet layers of lace all around the bottom and selves. A black strapless bra with matching black lace bikini panties. Lace top black thigh high stockings. Jeff was still half drunk as I helped him dress for dinner. After a great dinner Jeff and I walked around the ship a little. We stopped on maybe the 9th floor to look down in the grand atrium. Standing at the glass railing we could see all the way down to the bottom of the ship and up to the glass top. Then I noticed some of them collage kids from the topless deck on the deck just below us. They where looking up at Jeff and I. 

I didn't think a thing about it until Jeff said you know what they're doing? 

I said no, what?

Looking up your dress at your sexy panties he said.

I started to step back from the glass railing but Jeff put his arm around me and held me in place.

He said they got to check out you tits today, why not let them check out your panties tonight?

I turned to him and said, you're really liking this aren't you? 

Jeff smiled and said yes, you don't know how much. 

Jeff turned me around and backed me up to the railing. Then he took me in his arms and kissed me. As he was kissing me we both knew that the ten guys below us were getting a good view under my dress. 

After a little bit we moved on towards one of the disco's on the ship. As we walked Jeff about floored me.

He asked me if I think I could pick up a guy in the bar and let him fuck me? 

I looked at him and asked if he was kidding? 

He said, no I'm not kidding not at all, I dream about you doing this. 

I didn't know what to say. 

He said he could hide out on our balcony and watch. After we were done I could kick the guy out and he would have his turn with me.

I sat down on this little chair and said, you're serious about this aren't you? 

Jeff sat down and said oh yes very serious, we'll never have a chance like this again.

I said what do you mean a chance like this, like what? 

Jeff said, we are out in the middle of the ocean with bars and a ton of people that we don't know and will never see again. What ever we do here will never be known by our friends and families back home.

He got me thinking, he was right just like taking my top off today who would know. But this was bigger, way bigger, he was asking me to have sex with someone. I looked at Jeff and said, I can do it as long as you can handle it after I've done it.

He kissed me and said I can handle it, so you'll do it? 

I kissed him and said if it will make you that happy, I'll do it.

We got up and started on to the Disco again. Once at the door of the bar Jeff gave me a kiss and said he'll be in the room waiting. Make sure you kick the guy out as soon as you're done.

I kissed him and said I'll try to do this but I'm not sure if I can. 

I wasn't in the bar any time at all before one of that same group of collage kids offered to buy me a drink. His name was Tony and he was from New York. We danced drank then drank and drank and drank some more. I was starting to feel better about this all the time. 

Tony asked why my Husband wasn't with me tonight?

I told him that Jeff was in the casino and would be there until very late. 

We danced a slow song and this one really broke the ice. Tony started kissing me as we danced. He was feeling up my ass through my lace dress. Bad as I hate to say it, I was starting to get into this. 

After the song ended Tony asked if I would like to go for a walk out on the deck. I took him up on his offer and out of the disco we went hand in hand. 

We walked out to one of the outside decks. It was very windy and a little chilly out there. My little dress went flying all over the place. I was trying to hold it down but had very little luck at it. As we stood by the rail looking at the black ocean Tony took me in his arms.

He said I love them sexy little black panties you have on.

I laughed and said, you've been peeking. 

Just then Tony ran his hand down over my belly and under the hem of my dress. It started at my stocking tops and moved up my leg to the crotch of my lacy little panties. Tony got right to the spot as he rubbed my hard little clit right through my panties. I was working my hips to his hand as I moaned in his mouth kissing him. More and more he rubbed my clit until I pulled my mouth off his and moaned out that I was cumming. 

Tony then kissed me and said, let's go to my room.

I kissed him back and said okay.

As we were walking to his room it hit me. I can't go to his room, I have to go to my room.

I then stopped Tony and said that we better go to my room. 

He said what about your Husband?

I said oh screw him, he'll not be in the room until the casino closes. 

Tony just said ok what ever I just need to get into them little panties of yours. 

I laughed and pulled him along and said your going to get in them that's for sure. 

Once we got to my room I told Tony to wait a second and I'd make sure Jeff hadn't come back to the room. 

Leaving Tony in the hallway I went in the room and didn't see Jeff. The balcony door was open but the curtains were closed. I opened the curtain and Jeff was sitting there in a chair.

He said hi, did you find someone? 

I said yes that he's in the hall, are you sure about me doing this? 

Jeff stood up and gave me a kiss and said, yes I'm sure. Let the show begin and you enjoy yourself too. 

I took a deep breath and said okay as I turned to go let Tony in. I turned on one low light and asked Jeff if he could see okay.

He replied that it was just right.

I opened the door and Tony walked in. 

Tony didn't waste any time at all. As we stood at the foot of the bed Tony took me in his arms and started kissing me. I felt the zipped going down on the back of my dress. My dress then fell to my feet. Tony stepped back and took in a full view of me standing there in my underwear. 

He said, my, my are you ever hot. Hang on, as he turned and went to the door. He turned the dead bolt on the door then said, we don't need anybody busting in on us. I just smiled back at him as he came towards me. 

Again he took me in his arms kissing me. His hands were running over my bra and panties, squeezing my ass through my panties. Tony then stopped and pulled his shirt off, next he dropped his pants. I could see the outline of a nice size cock inside his jockey shorts. We then went back to hot I mean very hot kissing. We fell down on top the bed together still kissing. 

Tony was fast at unhooking my bra. My breast sprang free for Tony to grab with both his hands. As he was squeezing and playing with my breast his thumbs were rolling my hard nipples around. Tony got over the top of me and started running his tongue all around my nipple. Then he moved to the other one. He was taking his time at kissing and sucking on them. I ran my fingers through his hair as I held his head in place. My nipples were so hard and this felt so good. He would even give them soft little bits that were driving me wild. Tony very slowly kissed his way down over my belly. Slowly he pushed my legs wide open as he kept on kissing down my panties. Tony started kissing and running his tongue over the lace crotch. He then took a hold of my little panties and ripped them right off me. I had never had my panties taken off with such force before, and I liked it. His tongue went right in my pussy and licked up to my clit. He then sucked my clit deep in his mouth as two fingers sank in my pussy. Tony's other hand was still playing with my hard nipple. 

I looked over at the doorway to the balcony. I could just kind of make out Jeff's face peeking through the curtains. I could make out a big smile on his face. Then he poked his hand out and gave me the okay sign. Right then I knew I was going to have my first orgasm with another mans tongue in my pussy as my Husband watched. 

Tony's finger fucking and tongue licking was driving me out of my mind.I took hold of his head and held his mouth tight to my pussy.

I was yelling out God don't stop, yes, yes your going to make me cum. 

An cum I did, my body was shaking all over as I started cumming. I squeezed Tony's head between my legs as my orgasm tore through me. Jeff was now forgotten all about, all I knew is that I need this guy to fuck me. 

As I was coming down from my orgasm Tony climbed over the top of me. I looked down to see his hard cock swinging out in front of him. It had a big upward curve to it unlike any other cock I had ever seen. Not that I've seen a lot of hard cocks but I have seen a lot of Jeff's dirty books. Tony took a hold of my legs and held them straight up in the air. I looked down between my legs to see Tony lining his cock up to my wet little pussy. He gave his hips a little forward move and his hard cock slipped right inside me. 

I moaned out oh yes fuck me. I had forgotten how a 19-year-old boy screws. Talk about fast fucking, it was like he was in a race. Tony's cock was driving in me hard and fast. I was having a hard time keeping up with his deep fast pumping. His cock felt so deferent from Jeff's. Faster and harder Tony fucked in me. Filling my pussy full of his hard cock. All at once Tony pusher as hard and deep in me as he could.

He moaned out that he was cumming.

He was pumping little short strokes in me as his cock started pumping out his hot cum inside me. I had also forgotten how fast guys his age cums. 

Tony pulled out of me and asked me to get on my hands and knees. 

I could feel his cum running out of me after he had pulled out. I did as he asked and got on my hands and knees. He got behind me taking a hold of my hips. I was surprised to see his cock fully hard again. Then again I had forgotten how fast young guys could get it up again. In one move I was full of Tony's cock once again. He bent over a little and took both my breast in his hands, play with my nipples just the way I like it. I was really getting into this fucking I was getting. Tony's bent cock was hitting places in my pussy that has never been hit before. He wasn't going as fast this time so I was keeping up with each pump. 

I was moaning out for him not to stop that it feels so good. 

I knew that it wouldn't be long before I was cumming all over this great cock inside me. 

Tony started picking up speed and moaned cum with me Mary, come on cum with me. 

Tony's cock was again driving in me like mad. He was about to cum again as was I also. I started fucking back to Tony's cock like wild.

I yelled out oh yes Tony fuck me yes, yes God yes.

About that time Tony moaned here comes the love juices. 

He pushed all the way in me as I pushed back on his cock. We both started cumming at the same time. I love the feeling of a cock exploding inside me as I'm having an orgasm at the same time. 

As I was slowly trying to milk all the cum out of Tony's cock he slapped me on the ass and said, you liked that didn't you?

I moaned oh God yes, I loved it.

I then fell flat on my belly. His cock made this loud suction sound as it popped out of me when I fell. Again I felt Tony's hot sperm running back out of my pussy. I turned to look at Tony just in time to see him cleaning off his cum sticky cock with my ripped up panties. 

Tony then started getting dressed and said that he better get out of there before my Husband got back.

Shit I had forgotten all about Jeff again until he said Husband. 

I said your right you better get going. 

He bent over the bed and gave me a kiss. He then said thanks so much, I'll see you tomorrow on the topless deck.

I moaned it's a date as Tony turned and walked out the door. 

As soon as the door closed Jeff came running in the room. Pulling off his clothing as he made his way to me on the bed. He jumped in the bed and gave me a big hug and kiss.

Jeff then said that oh God was that ever hot to see, you came with him didn't you? 

I moaned oh maybe a little.

He laughed and said you came a little? From what I seen you came a lot, as he kissed me again. Jeff then played with one still hard nipple for a few seconds then his hand started moving down my body. Once his fingers slipped inside my pussy he went nuts. He said, oh my God is your pussy ever wet. Oh fuck does this feel good. I never dreamed your pussy would feel this good filled with another mans cum.

In one fast move Jeff was between my legs lining his hard cock up to my wet pussy. Very slowly he pushed his cock all the way inside me. 

Once he was in as far as he could go he moaned mother-fucker does this feel good. Oh fuck I'm cumming. 

I had never seen Jeff cum so fast before. 

He just moaned in my ear as he pushed as deep as he could in me pumping out his cum. 

After he was finished cumming he fell on top of me.

He said God Mary I'm sorry it just felt so good I had to cum. 

I just moaned that's okay Love I'm glad you enjoyed this as much as I did. 

Jeff said oh I did God it feels so good inside you. 

Still pumping his hip's real slow Jeff's cock started getting hard again.

I said oh my I think little Jeff is coming back alive. 

Jeff moan God your pussy feels so good I can't stop fucking you.

In less that a minute Jeff was fully hard again and driving in me the way I like to get it. I think I was as bad as Jeff was by this time. Just thinking in my mind that my pussy was lubricated by another mans sperm was driving me wild. Jeff's cum had now mixed with Tony's deep inside my pussy. And this has made me wetter than I have ever been in my life. 

Jeff's hard cock was now pumping in me as fast as he could. I locked my legs around him as I pumped up to him. I've never felt Jeff's cock as hard as it was right then. My poor little pussy was making loud sucking sounds each time Jeff pumped in me. 

I started begging Jeff not to stop and to go faster. 

And faster he did, long hard strokes that drove me over the top. 

I yelled out oh God Jeff I'm cumming, yes, yes I'm cumming. 

My orgasm about took my head off it felt so good. 

Just as my orgasm was coming to an end Jeff moaned out that he was cumming again. Jeff pushed his hard cock deep inside me as it exploded. He moaned out oh God Mary I Love You as jet after jet of his hot sperm added to the other that was in my pussy.

After just a little bit Jeff rolled off the top of me. It felt like a river of cum was running out of me and down to the bed. 

This night of sex was really something new to me. And Jeff also for that matter. It was great and I needed more of it. I just hopped Jeff felt the same way that I did. I'll have to say this, Jeff was right. Two men are a lot better than one. 

Jeff and I both passed out after our hot fucking. I was awakened at sometime in the middle of the night by Jeff's hard cock fucking me again. All in all I think we ended up screwing five more times that night. 

Each time Jeff would tell me how much it turned him on to see Tony fucking me. And how good it felt to fuck me after Tony had cum in me. 

The next morning after one more hot fuck I showered and slipped on my new yellow string bikini. 

Jeff got out of the shower and said do you know that tonight in formal night at dinner? 

I replied yes that I knew that.

He asked, what are you going to wear?

I said I'll surprise you. 

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THE END, of this part. SEE PART TWO OF THIS STORY.

Please look for part two called STILL CRUISING. Due out a week after this story is posted. Still Cruising will let you know how the rest of Mary and Jeff's first cruise went. 

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