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Maiden Voyage

By: jessicaj64



Note to the reader – this is not a work of fiction. It is the story of how one woman found herself, in spite of the odds, and in spite of being born with a male body. It is entirely autobiographical, sometimes painfully so. But having read many tales of transsexuals, which end up being, in most cases, little more than tales about the cross-dressing fetish, and having been encouraged on numerous occasions to write about my experiences, here it is, to set the record straight. One woman's story of how she found herself, and how, in reality, transsexuality, is not a fetish, but a physical trait – as is brown hair or being straight or gay. I hope you find it enlightening, but above all, I hope you enjoy it. Most of the names have been changed to protect the innocent. 

***

Jessica hung up the phone, put her head on her arms on the desk at which she sat, and bawled. All her frustration, all her fears were encapsulated in that moment. She had just spoken to her mom 4,500 miles away to tell her mother that she, Jessica, was a lesbian. Her mother had not taken it well, especially given the fact that, as far as her mother was concerned, she had given birth to a son, not a daughter. 

"What do you mean, you're a lesbian? I don't get it. Lesbians are women." 

"I know Mom. I am a woman, a transsexual woman, and I like women. So, I'm a lesbian." 

"Don't be ridiculous" her mother had retorted. And the conversation deteriorated from there. Jessica and her mother had both ended up in tears, Jessica because she fervently did not want to lose contact with her parents, though she knew it to be a distinct possibility; her mother from utter, unmitigated shock. 

As Jessica slowly recovered her composure, her mascara, mixed with her tears, leaving black streaks down her cheeks, her thoughts ran back to what had brought her to this moment.

***

Jessica was born in Slough, a town on the outskirts of London. She was the elder of her parents' two children; her brother, Peter, was born almost eighteen months later. Growing up, Jessica was remarkably unremarkable; just another shy kid, afraid of her own shadow, never quite fitting in, but unremarkable all the same.

Although to the rest of her family she was a boy - she had boy parts, did boyish things, attended cub scouts, played soccer, badly – to her, something just hadn't seemed quite right. Although she was never able pinpoint it, she knew she was different. And she wasn't alone...

Every Sunday after church, Jessica, her parents and her brother, would visit their grandma and granddad. Her grandma clearly saw something in Jessica that the others didn't; she encouraged her grand-daughter to play with her pots and pans, giving the young girl buttons to 'cook' for the family; she had a toy kitchen, and a stove. Once she was done 'cooking' the food, little Jessie played mom, serving up little bowls of buttons to the rest of her family. When it came time to leave, her grandma fussed over Jessica and her beautiful, curly hair, applying hair lotion, brushing it, primping in; Jessie loved it. 

Jessie's parents and grandfather tried to discourage her grandmother from encouraging Jessie's 'girly' behavior, saying it just wasn't right. But her grandma would simply smile, asking them, "Where's the harm?" However, Jessie's parents' concerns won out, and by the time she was nine or ten, her grandmother had put the pots, pans, and the toy stove, away for ever. 

At home too, Jessie's parents tried to discourage her. Clearly, they just wanted their little boy to be happy and 'normal,' to not be teased or bullied at school; and as far as they knew, they had two sons. But Jessie was simply confused. When she and her mom washed the dishes, for instance, and her mom applied hand cream afterwards, Jessie asked her mom why she did this. "To keep my hands soft. All that hot water would harden up my skin otherwise," explained her mother. Jessie's earnestly asked question, "What about my skin?" was met with gentle laughter from both her mom and dad. They explained that 'boys' don't have soft skin.

By the age of ten, her desire to do girly things, and to play with the rest of the girls, was growing stronger. This was magnified when a new pupil, Helen, arrived at the school. 

Helen and her older sister, Sarah, came to the school for maybe a year, in 1975. Jessie and Helen became inseparable during that summer; they would play horses together, skipping, or, in their young minds, trotting and galloping, around the playing field, neighing and what have you. Of course, some of the boys thought this was hilarious, and taunted Jessie mercilessly. She found herself torn between not wanting to be taunted so by the boys, and yet wanting to play with the girls. For the most part, she chose to ignore the taunts, and was in heaven to be free to play with her new playmate and her friends. 

Jessie bade Helen a tearful farewell at the school gates at the end of the summer. Helen had explained that her family was moving to Reading, a large town about twenty miles to the west; but, being eleven, it may as well have been at the ends of the earth. On the last day of school at the end of the summer term, Helen's parents drove her and her sister away from the school for the last time. As Jessie waved goodbye, tears running down her cheeks, the two sisters' equally tear-streaked faces looked back at her for the last time from the back seat of their father's car, waving their friend goodbye. Jessie ignored the taunts from one of the boys nearby, and ran home, crying. 

As puberty hit, Jessica's male hormones took over, and pushed little Jessie deep into her subconscious. She remained very self conscious about her body in the school changing rooms, however, and about her genitals in particular. She desperately wanted her pubic and facial hair to grow, to somehow prove to those around her, and to herself, that she really was a boy. But it seemed that the more she tried, the less she succeeded. Still deemed a 'sissy' and a 'poof', eventually, she gave up trying, and went in the opposite direction, becoming anti anything that was popular or fashionable. And she became a life-time member of the outsiders' club: that group of students that just doesn't fit in anywhere else, all circles when squares were in, or squares when ovals were now hip. 

As part of her self-defense mechanism, she developed the ability of picking up just enough information about soccer to be able to maintain a semblance of respectability during conversation with her male friends, and to give credence to the male façade that she had built up. More often than not, though, when she expressed an opinion about this or that soccer team or player, she was merely repeating someone else's overheard comment. 

Her school days passed by eventually without major incident as she did her best simply to get through and to fit in as best she could. In the fullness of time, she started work for a big pharmaceutical and cosmetics-based department store, where she was one of probably a hundred or more employees. Retail, high street retail, at least, is a female dominated industry, and Jessica, now a young woman, though outwardly still male, enjoyed the female company. She found that she could much more readily identify with and be accepted by them. 

She had male friends, too, of course, and Jessica met a number of friends at work, including two, Frank and Marc, who would become life-long friends. The world still saw her as a young man, and she was still doing her darnedest to fit in; she enjoyed her friends' company, individually or in groups, and because her group of friends was mixed, so were the groups in which she would typically hang out. But it was becoming more obvious to her that, in general, she just didn't like the company of men, in groups especially, and had little in common with them. The bigger the group, or the more rowdy they were, the less comfortable she was.

One area that bothered her particularly was sex talk. As the male groups she found herself in became rowdier, and often, more drunk, their talk would often turn to the female of the species; openly leering at other women in the bar, making crude comments about what they would do to this or that woman, talking about them as mere objects. Their boasts disgusted Jessica, but more, it bothered her because, while she readily acknowledged being attracted to women, and insanely turned on by the mere thought of a naked female body, the idea of being with a woman terrified her. On the one hand, she didn't know what she was supposed to do with this thing between her legs, even though the merest breath of air was enough to stand it on end like a flagpole; on the other, it seemed all wrong somehow. Her boy parts embarrassed her. Not just because it seemed overly small to her, but also... also what? She still didn't know. Nevertheless, she was anxious to lose her virginity. At 20, she was still a virgin, and this status was becoming like a mill stone around her neck. She had to do something about it, but what?

She dated two or three girls over the course of the next few years, but remained a virgin, and although she fell in love, or at least in infatuation, with each one, none of these relationships led to anything serious or to her resolving her dilemma. And so it was that, shortly before her 24th birthday, she was still a virgin when she met Sonya. 

Sonya worked with Jessica and, after talking to each other about music a few times, Jessica found herself invited to the younger woman's home. That night, Jessica entered Sonya's bedroom for the first time, and entered Sonya too, though she was terrified at that first encounter. 

Jessica loved the intimacy, and craved the touch, and the actual sex act itself had its appeal. But still, she was terrified, which was not helped by the fact that Sonya was a more experienced lover than she. Jessie found that she was happier sexually when she was flying solo; she couldn't, or found it difficult to perform for or with Sonya. Whereas she'd heard it said that women need to have a reason to have sex, men just needed a place, she found that she didn't fit this mold. Not for the first time, nor for the last, she found herself explaining that she just "wasn't like other guys." Nevertheless, she and Sonya's relationship developed and they were eventually married. Both women had remained at home with their parents until this time; Jessica was 26 when they married. 

Married life seemed to suit her well, for the most part. Sonya had a fairly dominant personality while Jessica was meeker, and so, Sonya was the alpha in the relationship, to Jessica's omega. Jessica was more comfortable in the role of the 'wife'; her mom had taught her well, and so she took on a number of the stereotypically wifely chores. She enjoyed cooking and laundering especially. 

This arrangement extended to the bedroom. Jessica's discomfort with her own body extended to anxiety over her ability to satisfy her new wife. Although not always the case, it was often Sonya who initiated sex, or made the moves, and it was not in the least bit uncommon for Jessica to either feign sleep or a headache in order to avoid it. It wasn't that she didn't love her wife; far from it. She did, very much so. It was just that she was just was increasingly uncomfortable with the sex act. 

Occasionally, Jessica would be on the bottom while Sonya rode her, and she started to wish and fantasize that it was she who had the pussy, and that it was her who was being penetrated. She began to imagine that the situation was reversed, and she imagined she could feel her pussy being filled, of a cock deep inside her, filling her up, fucking her. Whenever this happened, she had the biggest orgasms.

Somehow it worked, some of the time, at least, since they conceived and gave birth to a son and became parents. Jessica found herself forced into the more typically male role of breadwinner, working two jobs, while Sonya stayed at home to raise their son. 

Five years into their marriage, Jessica changed jobs and started working for a discount fashion retailer, even more heavily staffed by women. Whereas she had previously shunned all things fashionable, she now embraced it; she developed a major shoe craving and an interest in clothes and fashion in general. She made an effort to dress fashionably, albeit in male clothes, but was particularly taken with women's fashions. She managed the lingerie department, amongst others, which she adored. Until then, to her, lingerie was either purely functional at one extreme, or, purely sexual with almost no functionality at the other. Yet here were beautiful, pretty and functional lingerie sets; she loved the silky fabrics, the femininity of them, and loved merchandising them and making the department look spectacular. And her sales soared, beating out all the local competition, both other stores within the chain and competitors. 

While there, she met many attractive women, and, aside from being attracted to many of them, she found herself thoroughly envious of their looks and their womanly figures, and wanting what they had, to look like them and be like them. Towards the end of her marriage to Sonya, Jessica found herself obsessed with lesbian pornography and erotica. She wasn't really sure what the allure was; it didn't make sense to her for a man, any man, to be interested in lesbian sex since, by definition, men were excluded. Gradually it dawned on her, however, that she wanted to be one of the participants, however daft or ludicrous that seemed.

A few years later, now working at a furniture retailer, she was told by a clairvoyant who also happened to be on the cleaning crew, that there are, or will be, two women in her life, one who she had yet to meet but whom she knew well, and another who she would meet, and that with whom she would emigrate to America. 

Eight months after she and Sonya separated, Jessica found herself married again, to an American, and almost two years after that, leaving England to move to America. The marriage, however, was a disaster, except for the daughter that they bore. Seven years after they were married, when her daughter was just four, Jessica was divorced for the second time.

Alone now, she was determined to spend some time by herself to figure out what she wanted for herself, what she wanted in a partner, and what she had to offer a partner, but most of all, who she was, what she was, once and for all. It was a gradual process, but, it culminated in a vacation two years after the split, when it all began to fall into place. 

While on vacation, Jessica read a short story about a young man who chose to grow boobs by taking female hormones. While she wasn't entirely sure about the feasibility, her reaction stunned her – without any hesitation, she immediately knew that she wanted the same. "Well that's just ridiculous! How could you do that, and why? What brought you to this?" she asked herself. She determined that she was going to remain a man, but with boobs; "I'm not about to become a woman." She even told her brother as much after debating and agonizing over it for some time. 

But try as she might, she just could not shake this thought from her head; that she wanted boobs. And she couldn't deny the memories of wanting a pussy, of being fucked by a cock, or better, to be fingered and licked by another woman, of feeling a woman's tongue in her pussy, on her clit, bringing her to orgasm. Still, she maintained, she wasn't about to become a woman. Even as she accepted that she wanted breasts, as strange as that was, she was adamant that she was not, and did not want to be, a woman. But those desires, feelings, urges, call them what you will, just would not go away - those desires to be a woman, despite her protestations to the contrary. 

Over the next few weeks as she agonized, Jessica thought back over her life, over all that had happened, all the incidences, feelings of insecurity, of confusion, of her distaste of male company, of her wanting to look and feel like the other women around her. And she had to separate fact from fantasy, and, more importantly, sexuality from gender. Until then, she had no clue that they were different. A statement she had made to a co-worker one time came back to haunt her: "I don't understand these men who, want to become women, and then come out as lesbians. Why not just stay male if you like women?" She began to understand, and it began to sink in. There was a sexual aspect, but this was more than mere fantasy. This was an issue of identity, of who she was. What she was. Of her gender. 

And two things gradually became clearer: that she could not hide from herself any longer. Now that it was presented to her so clearly, she couldn't pretend it wasn't so. And that she was, in fact, a woman. Just in the wrong body. 

Jessica started to conduct extensive research. What did this all mean? What could she do? What are the implications? She was both ecstatic and terrified. "Are you absolutely certain about this?" she kept asking herself. In her research, she searched both for answers to her questions, and for all the reasons why she should not act on this, playing her own devil's advocate. But with each turn, every time she encountered a horror story, of occasions where men had undergone sexual reassignment surgery, or had lived as women without the surgery, only for it to go horribly wrong, she became more determined and more certain than ever. 

She was advised time and time again that to come out as transgendered or as transsexual meant risking losing everything: her job, her home, her family and friends, access to her children, her health; even, potentially, her life. She clearly did not want to lose anyone or anything, but, she acknowledged, it was a risk she had to take. It was increasingly obvious to her that she could no longer go on pretending to be a man, trying to fit in; she was not a man, not on the inside. She was a woman, and therefore, the reason that she had not been able to fit in, that she was "not like other guys", was that she did not not fit in with herself. 

So, since she could not change the inside - and did not want to - the only thing left was to change her outside, her body. She had to become a woman outwardly, to synch with the woman that was inside her. 

One of the first steps Jessica took was to invest in an herbal feminization program, which explained the steps to take and the herbs to purchase, how to look, walk, talk, and act in a more feminine way. She started to deprogram herself of all the training, nurturing, parental and societal programming; all the mannerisms, body language, speech patterns, deportment, even handwriting, that she had adopted that all combined to tell the world around her that she was a man. And she started to relearn how to walk, talk, stand, sit, speak, write and act as a female, all the while trying not to become a cliché; she did not want to become a caricature or a stereotype, to act like a man pretending to be a woman. She started learning quite simply, to be herself; to be Jessica the woman, not Jessica the man, while retaining her essence of being, and her basic personality. And of course, she considered surgery. 

She learned the difference between transgender and transsexuality, and in the course of her research, learned a lot about human anatomy, particularly reproductive anatomy. For days, weeks and months, she became consumed with wanting female genitals and to be beautiful; where she had previously felt uncomfortable with her male body parts, she began to hate them. She started abusing herself, trying to hurt herself, but acknowledged that she risked serious bodily harm if not careful, of being rushed to hospital with serious, potentially life-threatening bleeding and probable incarceration in the mental ward; she compelled herself, with an immense amount of effort, to quit abusing herself, having to remind herself that she wasn't anti-male; she was simply a woman, with the wrong body parts. Quite simple, really. 


Maiden Voyage



A huge thanks to my editor Cheer_Smartie526 for helping with this. It's kind of a long story that starts off slow, but picks up towards the end. Hopefully my limited knowledge of sailing ( and the resulting technical errors ) won't be too much of a distraction. As always, please rate and comment on the story, even if it is just to teach me about sailboats. 

*

The kayak bobbed up and down on the lake as Rhonda adjusted her life jacket, "I don't know why I have to wear this, I'm pretty buoyant."

"Yea, I'd say you have a set of PF double D's" Lynn replied with a laugh. 

Watching her friend struggle to get her large breasts tucked into the life vest was almost comical. It was a problem she did not have. In contrast her thin muscular frame made the foam filled vest essential, if she went overboard she would sink straight to the bottom unless she worked vigorously to keep her head above water.

"There... finally," Rhonda said, breathing a sigh of relief. The lake patrol strictly enforced the rule on wearing PFDs after a series of drownings earlier in the year. She looked back towards the shore and laughed.

"What a noob," she said, pointing to a man clearly struggling to raise the sail on his small sailboat.

"At least he's not compensating from something with a hundred horsepower jetski."

"That's true, it takes a special kind of confidence to get on the lake with a sailboat, especially one with a pink sail. He's either gay or very confident in his masculinity."

"I saw him trying to back down the boat ramp when we put in, I think he's a himbo, at least as far as sailing goes. Still he looks kinda yummy, one of those guys you want to sleep with just so you can brag about it." Lynn said.

"He is kind of cute, probably pretty full of himself... oh, oh, oh crap, he's going over," Rhonda replied. A sudden gust of wind had caught the sail and before inexperienced sailor could react the entire boat rolled over.

Rhonda picked up her paddle, "Let's go help him out and hope he's not an asshole about getting help from women."

"Okay, but why are you doing it the hard way?"

"Shit, forgot," Rhonda said, setting her paddle back in its holder and putting her feet on to the pedal drive. The device was an expensive addition to the kayak, but was much more efficient than paddling by hand. She pressed down with her legs and the boat cut through the waves at an impressive speed for something without a motor. In less than two minutes they had pulled alongside the capsized vessel.

"Ahoy, you want some help?" Rhonda called out.

"Hi," Troy responded. He turned to see two women in a red Kayak. They were a mutt and Jeff duo, the one in the front of the boat was thin and lanky with blonde hair, fair skin and friendly smile. The woman in the back seat was much curvier with tan skin and black hair. She flashed an impish grin.

"Is this a new boat?" The larger woman asked.

"New to me, I got it off Craig's list. Hobie 14 footer, and as you can probably tell I've never done this before. I read some stuff on the internet, seemed pretty easy. Turns out it's not."

"Well, if getting help from a couple girls doesn't crush your fragile male ego we can get you righted and show you the ropes," Rhonda said.

"If I didn't run my ego over trying to get down the boat ramp then it went down when the boat tipped over. I'm Troy, please excuse me for not standing up to greet you."

"I'm going to get the sail down," Lynn said as she slipped out of her life jacket and jumped into the water, quickly disappearing below the waves. The water was clear enough that both Troy and Rhonda could see her swim under the sailboat and lower the sail.

"It's a good thing she came today, I can't go that deep... the twins don't like going under," Rhonda said, "But Lynn has no trouble going down and staying down. She's pretty good with her hands, should be done in a few minutes."

"Thanks again for the help," Troy said. 

He had hoped the boat would be a way to meet women, but this is not what he expected. And these women were not exactly the ones he planned on meeting. While he didn't plan on attracting the women from the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition, he didn't expect the likes of his rescuers. They were both reasonably attractive and seemed genuinely friendly, but not quite the caliber of companion he had hoped for.

"You want some lessons?" Rhonda asked, encouraged by his attitude. He wasn't the asshole she thought he would be.

"You know how to sail?" Troy asked.

"Yea, you could say that. I used to teach it at summer camp; we used boats just like yours."

"Then I'd be a fool to turn that offer down."

Lynn gasped for breath when she surfaced. She had been down for just over three minutes, well short of her five minute personal best, but taking the sail down had been a lot more work than just floating motionless. She did have the presence of mind to surface right in front of their new friend.

"Hi, I'm Lynn." She said with a smile. The guy was cute, and probably out of her league. She turned to Rhonda, "The sail is taken care of, but I don't think I can flip it."

"You two grab the kayak, I've got this," Rhonda said as she rolled off the side and entered the water with a splash. She swam over to the sailboat and climbed on to one of the pontoons, grabbing the rope that Lynn had left for her. She wrapped the line around her arm and started to lean back.

"I'm Troy," he said, as he floated next to Lynn and watched Rhonda right his sailboat, "and thanks for helping me. I feel like such an idiot."

"We all started out like this, the first time I had to flip a boat it wasn't pretty. I don't have much junk in my trunk, so getting it up was quite a struggle."

"Do you come here often?" Troy asked, realizing too late that what he said sounded like a pathetic pickup line.

"Yea, today we are headed over to the east bay today," she replied. What she didn't say was they were headed there to celebrate national nude day. Technically it wasn't against the law to be naked on the lake, but the rumor was the lake patrol frowned on it. The patrol rarely made it to the east bay, so going there meant not getting hassled. She glanced over at Rhonda to see how everything was progressing.

At first the sailboat refused to move, but Rhonda started rocking back and forth and soon the opposite pontoon started to lift out of the water. Once it cleared the surface the process accelerated. Troy was impressed by how quickly and gracefully the large woman moved. She balanced on the moving surface until the boat's center of gravity was past the point of no return, then dove into the water and let the boat right itself. She pulled her body out of the water and sat in the center of the boat on the mesh that stretched between the two pontoons, then waved them over.

Lynn stayed in the water long enough to watch Troy haul his body onto the sailboat, admiring his firm ass. She tied the kayak up and followed him onto the boat.

"If you want some pointers we can show you the basics," Rhonda offered, noticing Lynn's approving nod.

"I would really appreciate that," he replied.

"Great, I really enjoy seaman....I mean seamanship," Rhonda said.

Lynn tied the kayak up to be towed as Rhonda re rigged the sail and looked around to see what she had to work with. "Do you have the trapeze?"

"A what?" Troy asked.

"Okay, let's cover the basics," Rhonda said. She began to point at different parts of the boat, "The mast is the big pole in the center, the floaty things are called hulls or pontoons, we are sitting on the deck, but on a this boat it is called a trampoline..."

"For obvious reasons," Lynn interjected, bouncing up and down on the tightly stretched mesh surface.

Rhonda continued her lesson, pleased that Troy seemed to be listening, " You steer with the rudders and and that big wet thing is the sail. The trapeze looks like swing, sound familiar?"

"I think so, I have this," Troy answered, holding up a patch of fabric with some ropes attached.

"That's it, let's set sail," Rhonda said, taking it from him and attaching it to the rigging.

"Let's cover the most important thing first," Lynn said, "Stopping."

Troy watched intently as the two women raised the sail. Once the boat picked up some speed they showed how to release the sail and turn the boat to slow it down. After watching a few times he took control of the sail. The first time the boat almost capsized again. Lynn practically jumped into his lap to adjust the sails and keep the boat level.

"Okay, now come back here and I will show you how I handle the stick," Rhonda said as she ran her hand along the tiller. She had unfastened her PFD to allow her to move comfortably around the boat, although she also used it as an opportunity to show off her ample cleavage. She instructed Troy to sit close to the rudder and hold the tiller with one hand, keeping the other free to control the sails.

"I think he's got it," Rhonda observed.

"Why don't you show him what this thing can do," Lynn suggested.

"Okay, you two handle the tiller, I'm going to set up the trapeze," Rhonda replied.

Lynn sat down on the opposite side of the tiller from Troy, "If the pontoon on your side gets more than eight inches out of the water you need to move to the edge of the boat."

"Aye captain," Troy replied. He liked Lynn's no nonsense attitude.

The boat turned downwind and Rhonda adjusted the sail. Their speed increased and the upwind hull began to rise out of the water. Troy started to move, but Lynn put her hand on his leg and stopped him. 

"That's not eight inches... believe me, I know what eight inches looks like." Lynn looked at the bulge in Troy's swimsuit and said under her breath," And I sure hope I find out what eight inches feels like."

The boat's speed increased and Rhonda started to lean out over the side, suspended by the trapeze. The hull sliced through the water, continuing to increase and the hull continued to rise.

"Okay, that's about right," Lynn said, lifting her hand, "get over to the side."

Gripping the edge tightly, Troy perched on the side of the boat. Rhonda adjusted the sail again and they started to go even faster. The spray from the pontoons splashed against Troy's face as they rocketed across the lake's surface.

"I had no idea a sailboat could go this fast," he shouted.

"I like it fast," Rhonda replied glibly.

"Hang on, we're headed for some chop," Lynn advised, noticing they were about to hit the wake of a large motorboat.

The shock of hitting the swells almost tossed Troy overboard. He tightened his grip and grinned as he watched Rhonda's big tits bounce each time they crashed through another wave. When the boat cleared the swells it picked up speed again.

"That's it," Rhonda shouted, "We're in the pipe, five by five." 

As the opposite shore loomed into view she adjusted the sail and the boat slowed.

"Come back over here," Lynn called, waving to Troy. He moved back to his original position next to her.

"Can you show me where you were headed?" Troy asked as he steered the boat back toward the middle of the lake...

"Sure, but when we get close you better let me drive," Rhonda said, putting away the trapeze.

"I'm still that bad?" he asked.

"No, it's a tricky part of the lake. The story is there was an error on the survey when they built the dam that created this lake. That part was supposed to be about ten feet lower than it is, to the water is really shallow.. The nice thing is no power boats get in, they are afraid of nicking the prop on a rock."

"That's bad?" Troy asked, revealing his ignorance.

"Yea, it's big bucks to fix that."

"Why don't they just make it deeper?" he asked.

"By the time they realized the mistake, some endangered fish had moved in, so they can't blast the rocks out. It actually turned out pretty well, there's plenty of lake for the speed boats, and that part of the lake is popular with the fly fisherman and non-motorized boat."

"The best part is there are lots of hidden coves," Lynn added, smiling coyly.

There was no mistaking the feeling of Rhonda's breast pressed against his back. She was an excellent instructor even if she was pushing past the limits of his personal space. Lynn was lying on the trampoline, dragging her hands in the water. Troy found himself looking at her bony ass over and over. The more time he spent with them the more attractive the two women became. Troy felt a bit guilty; if he had been sitting around with his buddies drinking beer and seen Rhonda and Lynn walk by there would have been no shortage of snide remarks directed their way. He rationalized he would be one of the lesser offenders, but he was pretty certain a couple of his drinking buddies would have been quite rude. Right now he was thinking it would have been their loss, but he had no idea how right he was.

"Ready to take the helm?" Rhonda asked.

"I have the conn," he replied.

"Very well number two," Rhonda countered in her best Jean Luc Picard voice.

Holding the tiller steady Troy watched her crawl across the trampoline and lie down next to Lynn. Rhonda was whispering something to her friend, but between the wind in his face and the steady beat of the waves on the twin hulls he could not make out what it was.

"He's cute," Rhonda said.

"Yea, he is a bit of eye candy," she replied.

"Should we invite him to join in the celebration?"

Lynn grimaced, "You really think he would be interested?"

"Maybe."

"I suppose we could give him some incentive," Lynn said, stroking Rhonda' hair.

"I don't know, I mean, that would be kind of weird."

"Chicken." Lynn said.

They had been friends long enough that they knew how to push each other's buttons. Rhonda almost never backed down from a dare, and Lynn knew it. Rhonda nodded slightly, and Lynn leaned forward until their lips met. It was a brief kiss. Lynn casually looked towards the stern and was rewarded with Troy's wide eyed stare.

In a matter of seconds the two women went from marginally attractive to pretty hot. Troy knew he had seen lesbians before, mostly without even realizing it. There were the fake ones in porn video, the obnoxious ones at protests and the occasional hot ones, made even more attractive by the fact they were probably unobtainable. He felt his face turn red when Lynn joined him at the back of the boat.

"I didn't realize you two were a couple," he stuttered. "I can probably get back on my own if you two want to be alone."

"Oh, it's not like that. We're not a couple, just friends that get bored sometimes."

"And horny," Rhonda added, "and that's a dangerous combination."

"You don't make out with your friends when you get bored," Lynn teased.

Troy's head whipped around. He had been so entranced by what Lyn was saying that he didn't notice Rhonda had moved from the front of the boat.

"So here's the thing," Lynn said in a sweet southern drawl, "We here headed to the east branch to celebrate national nude day. There are almost no other boats, even the Lake Patrol can't get in unless they trailer a boat all the way around the lake, so there's no one to hassle us about stripping down. You're free to join us if you want."

"And it's clothing optional, we will not think you are scared if you choose to keep your swimsuit on." Rhonda said.

"She won't think you're scared, but I will," Lynn added with a good natured smile.

"But if you don't go I will think it's because I'm fat," Rhonda added, and then made a pouty face.

"What the hell, let's go."

"Wheee," Lynn said.

"And we promise to behave, we won't make you blush anymore," Rhonda said, trying hard to keep a straight face.

"I don't mind, I mean, ya'll do whatever makes you happy," he said.

"So it won't bother you if I do this? " Lynn asked as she reached around and put her hands on Rhonda's ample bosom.

Troy felt his face flush again, but this time he felt his cock begin to swell as well.

"Stop it; you can see he doesn't like that," Rhonda said, shrugging Lynn's arms off.

"More like he's jealous," Lynn whispered in her friend's ear.

Troy's reaction was only part of the reason for making Lynn stop, the other reason was her own arousal. Rhonda could feel her nipples getting harder and almost regretted leaving her life jacket open. There was no doubt that Troy could see the bumps under the thin fabric and figure out what was going on. She wondered if he knew that it was his presence that aroused her.

"So you two aren't lesbian?" Troy asked. "Are you, like, bi-curious?"

"Maybe once, but there's not much left to be curious about. It's really was mostly about being bored and horny. Probably the same reason you guys watch so much porn," Rhonda explained.

"We make our own," Lynn said, trying to get a rise out of either Troy or Rhonda.

"Do you remember the first time?" Rhonda asked, joining the fun.

"I think we were over at your place on a dateless Friday night and started making out," Lynn said.

Rhonda smiled, "Yea, you didn't get past first base if I remember right."

Lynn sat up and beamed, "That happened in the car. We'd just finished swimming laps at the gym and that men's water polo team showed up. They were quite yummy. You know that they try to tear each other's suits off during the game."

"Yes, that's why you kept plotting to hide a webcam at the bottom of the pool."

"That one blonde guy with the washboard abs and hairy chest, I'd rip his suit off any day,"

"You can have him, I want the one with the Australian accent. Maybe you should set up that webcam."

"If I could just find a way to get a wireless signal past the air / water barrier," Lynn huffed.

Troy laughed a bit; surprised that they could be such horn dogs.

"She's serious, she did all kinds of research on how the navy subs communicate," Rhonda said.

"Turns out I'd need a antennae like ten feet long and a way to step the transmitter down to an ultra low frequency... not much chance of hiding that."

"Anyway, we were kind of hot and bothered after watching them for a while, so on the drive home Lynn pulls into parking garage and we made out like high school kids," Rhonda said.

Lynn held her hands up and caressed an imaginary pair of breasts, "That's when I found out what big titties felt like..."

"Shit!" Rhonda exclaimed, letting out the sail and pushing the tiller to the side, "we are almost to the rocks."

"I guess we will have to finish this story later," Lynn said scrambling to the front of the boat and straddling one of the pontoons. "Make your speed two knots."

"Aye, ahead one quarter impulse," Rhonda said, winking at Troy. She wondered what he would think if he knew his name added to his charisma. She had harbored a girl crush on that character in the Star Trek series, and the idea of making out with Troy got her juices flowing, even if it was with a male Troy.

"What about your boat," he asked, looking over the stern.

"She's fine, bumping against something hard is what she was made for," Rhonda replied.

With one hand on the tiller, one on the sail and both eyes on Lynn, Rhonda piloted them through the shallows with as much as a scratch on either of the fiberglass hulls. Once they were back in deeper water she pulled the sail up and steered them into a large cove. The sail went slack in the windless cove and the boat slowed to a stop.

"Shall we drop anchor?" Troy asked as the boat began to drift on the waves.

"Make it so," Rhonda replied.

"Okay, if this trekkie geek fest doesn't stop I'm going to..." Lynn threatened.

"What, force choke us both?" Rhonda teased, and then turned to Troy. "She's a fan of the 'other 'franchise. She is even a member of the 501st, but her costume makes her looks like a comfort trooper".

"Fuck yea, Vader's fist. Hell, it's the only way I can have big boobs," Lynn shot back. "Sometimes the guys's I hook up with at the 'cons are disappointed when they find out I've stuffed my armor, but I make it up to them," she said, licking her lips




Maiden Voyage



"She not kidding her armor is like a 36D cup. She could rent space underneath it," Rhonda said with a laugh, "Actually, she looks pretty hot in it. I've seen how she makes it up to them. If I were I guy I won't care about her tits either considering what she does."

"Enough talk, time to get wet. Oh, wait, Rhonda's already done that," Lynn said as she dove off the bow of the boat and entered the water with only a small splash.

"Fuck that," Rhonda said, "Cannonball!" she hurled herself into the lake, spreading her arms once she hit the water and letting the water strip off her life jacket.

Not to be outdone Troy sprung off the boat and managed a full flip before entering the water. When he surface he saw both women hanging on to the side of the boat. Their swimsuits were draped over the pontoon.

"You weren't kidding about the nude day thing," he observed.

"Yea, but you don't have to join in," Rhonda said.

"What the hell, when in Rome," he replied, sliding his swim shorts off and tossing them on to the sailboat. They spattered against the sail and slide down into the water, disappearing from sight. Rhonda watched with an amused look on her face, "Shit, what are those made of, lead?"

"Crap, my keys are in there," he exclaimed.

"I'm on it," Lynn said, then took a deep breath and disappeared beneath the surface. 

"It's going to be an awkward cruise back if she can't find your shorts. Maybe you can make something out of my top," Rhonda offered. "I'd offer you her top, but I'd be disappointed if that tiny thing was enough material."

Despite the fact his cock was fully erect Troy felt unexpectedly comfortable being naked with Rhonda and Lynn. He wondered his Lynn had noticed his boner when she dove down to find his swimsuit. Rhonda's life jacked was still unbuckled, and he could see that her nipples were hard. At first he thought it was just the cold lake water, but the more he thought about it, the more he began to think she was getting aroused. He just was not sure if he was turning her on, or if it was her friend's lithe body she was attracted to.

It was nearly two minutes later that Lynn surfaced, Troy's shorts raised triumphantly over her head, "Only about thirty feet down, no problem. Normally I'm not a fan of yellow on guys, but it worked out this time. If you had been wearing something black it would have been impossible to find."

"Wow, that was some pretty impressive diving. How long can you stay under" Troy asked, taking his shorts back and carefully placing them in the boat.

"Oh when she goes down she stays down for a long time," Rhonda said.

"How long?" Troy asked.

"Personal best is five minutes, but that's not swimming around," Lynn replied.

"Yea, I can't do that," Rhonda said.

Lynn swam over to her friend and put one hand on her shoulder, "My own personal rest buoy... think you can beat me?"

"I'll take that dare," Troy replied.

"I get to hang on to Rhonda, if I don't I will go straight to the bottom."

"Okay, fair enough," he replied.

"On three, Rhonda counts" Lynn said, narrowing her eyes.

Rhonda started the count, "One, two, three"

Troy and Lynn slipped below the surface. He achieved neutral buoyancy about three feet below the surface. He could see Rhonda's blurry form in front of him through the clear water. Lynn had her arm wrapped around Rhonda's thigh. Her hand appeared to be pressed up against Rhonda's pussy. There was no doubt in his mind that Lynn could see his erection.

On the surface Rhonda shook her head. Lynn loved to prove she was the best at things, and this was not different. The contest would be close. Lynn was already a bit worn out from her dive, and Troy looked like he was in pretty good shape. She felt Lynn squeezing her leg, and then felt her friend's hand resting just above her pussy. It was clear who was supposed to be the beneficiary. Rhonda certainly enjoyed what she was doing, but the water was clear enough for Troy to see it as well. Maybe Lynn was just trying to get his heart rate up. Whatever her motive, Rhonda decided she would enjoy it. 

Buoancy wasn't the only reason Lynn clung to Rhonda's leg. The other reason was warmth. The water quickly sapped the heat out of her thin body, except for the part against Rhonda. She looked over at Troy and grinned. The image was blurry, but it appeared he had the eight inches she had hoped for. Now a part of her body that wasn't touching Rhonda began to warm up.

The lake was filled with dull noise, but Troy strained to hear something from the surface. He wondered if what he was seeing was an illusion, a distortion from the water that separated him from Lynn and Rhonda. Or was he watching two women getting ready to have sex. Their stories had given him an erection; he wondered what seeing them would do to him. The sound of his heart pounded in his ears and he felt a spasm in his diaphram as his body began to run out of air. He could see Lynn hanging nearly motionless on Rhonda's leg. The two of them looked like a watercolor painting, slightly out of focus. He kicked up to surface, realizing that losing to a woman was a bit humiliating, but drowning would be worse.

Lynn's face broke the surface of the water a few seconds after he surfaced. When she released Rhonda the larger woman's breasts were exposed briefly. Troy grinned, in an area off limits to power boats all he could think about was motorboating Rhonda.

"Harder than you thought it was, eh?" Lynn teased, barely out of breath.

"Yea, but the real reason I came up was to hear the rest of your story," he replied with a mischievous grin.

"Okay, where did we leave off?" Rhonda asked. Teasing him was fun, and it felt good to share their secret.

"Second base in the car," Troy said eagerly.

"Oh yea, that was fun." Lynn said.

"Ever go all the way?" Troy asked.

"Slow down there," Rhonda cautioned.

"Yea, show a little respect, we aren't some porn video you can fast forward to the money shot," Lynn added.

With a few smooth strokes Lynn swam back to the boat and hoisted her body on to the taut material that passed for a deck. She stretched out, letting the sun warm her skin. Unlike the other two she had very little to keep the water from sapping the warmth from her body. Even though she was naked she did not feel exposed. Rhonda, and more importantly Troy, were still in the lake and could only see the portion of her body she dangled over the edge of the boat. Taking advantage of the fact that everything above her knees was hidden from sight she put her hand between her legs. While the rest of her body was chilled, the spot between her legs was quite warm. There was a special thrill in stroking he pussy with Troy so close. It was clear from the way he had looked at her that he would enjoy the show she was putting on. The thought of making a little noise crossed her mind, but she decided to keep it to herself.

"This feels great, the sun... the sun feels great," she said as she rolled on to her belly and pulled herself to the edge of the deck. The water was clear enough that she could see Troy's erect cock. It was difficult to see any details, but there was no doubt in her mind he had a hard on. He swam over to the boat and grabbed the pontoon, clearly tired of treading water. Rhonda seemed content to remain where she was, her breasts bobbing in and out of the water.

"So, what happened after the car?" Troy asked.

"We took a bit of a break," Rhonda said.

"Why?" he asked.

"Boyfriends," Lynn explained, "Rhonda's pretty sexy, but no substitute for a good deep dicking... that's the cure for being a lesbian, isn't it?" she teased.

"So you do go out with men," he said.

"Sometimes, and sometimes we just fuck them," Lynn said, delighting the look of surprise on his face.

"What, you think only guys want hook up? Wrong." Rhonda stated. She kicked her legs a few times and glided over the sailboat, then climbed on to it, making sure to give Troy a good look at her pussy. She lay down next to Lynn, but propped herself up on her elbows so he could see her tits.

"But the boyfriends turned out to be assholes, and before long we were bored and horny again. We went on a bit of a secret make out binge," Lynn said.

"How's that?"

"We would go to public places that offered a bit of privacy; movie theaters, walks in the park after dark, out here in the kayak,and have some serious groping. "

The lake water was taking a toll on Troy's body temperature. He hoped it would make his erection go away, he wasn't ready for Lynn and Rhonda to know how much they were turning him on.

"It was a drive in movie that Lynn got to third base," Rhonda said.

"And when we got home we went all the way," Lynn added.

"She went all the way, "Rhonda said.

"What can say, I'm a bit of a tomboy," Lynn explained.

Rhonda rocked her shoulders a bit, causing her breasts to sway, "and I'm obviously the more feminine, plus Lynn's clit is so big it looks like a small dick."

"It's not that big," Lynn shot back, "but it isn't hard to find either."

The only way Troy was going to avoid hypothermia was to get out of the water, and that meant either letting them see his erection or changing the subject so he would not be so turned on. Neither choice sounded very appealing, but he was about to start shivering.

"S...s...so what happened?" he asked, trying to stop his teeth from chattering.

"Lynn went down on me until I came," Rhonda sighed.

The mental image of Lynn's head buried between Rhonda meaty thighs filled Troy's head. He pictured Rhonda playing with her large breasts as Lynn pushed her over the edge of ecstasy. It didn't require much imagination with Rhonda jiggling her tits right in front of his face. Not to be outdone Lynn was running her tongue over her lips in a way that drove him crazy. His fantasy was interrupted by Lynn's voice.

"If you're staying in the water to hide your boner it's not working, the water is pretty clear," Rhonda said.

"If you aren't coming out, I'm coming in," Lynn said as she slipped over the side.

"Me too," Rhonda added, rolling off the edge of the boat. She swam around behind Troy and put her arms around him. She put her hand on his cock and stroked it a few times.

"Is he okay?" Lynn asked.

"I'm afraid he has a bad case of blue balls," Rhonda said, "I'm not sure we can move him without his balls exploding, I think we are going to have to treat him right here."

"Stand back, I'm a trained professional," Lynn said dramatically.

Pulling him against her breasts Rhonda whispered in his ear, "Hold still, I can keep up both up. Lynn's going to take care of you."

The scene unfolding in front of him bordered on ridiculous, and if he didn't know better Troy would think he was starring in a cheesy porn film. He watched Lynn disappear beneath the surface of the lake. Then he felt her lips on his cock. In contrast to the cold lake water her mouth felt like fire.

"I've never seen her do this before," Rhonda said, "I mean the underwater part. I've seen her suck cock a few times. FYI, she swallows"

With Rhonda holding him Troy was able to stop treading water; she was buoyant enough to keep them both afloat. Lynn's hands were on his hips and her head was bobbing up and down as she took more and more of his cock into mouth. 

"The first time was an accident. We were sharing an apartment and she didn't know I was there. I was in the closet picking out an outfit when she and her boyfriend started messing around in the kitchen. I snuck out and watched them. They must have been in a hurry to get somewhere because after he came in her mouth they got dressed and left. She must be pretty good because it didn't take her long to make him shoot his load down her throat."

The combination of Rhonda's breasts against his back and Lynn's mouth engulfing his cock was getting him closer and closer to coming. The warmth of Lynn's mouth disappeared and she burst to the surface to take a breath.

Troy tried to speak but was quickly interrupted by Lynn, "I want you to come in my mouth." Before he could reply she vanished beneath the surface and once again he felt her lips around his cock. This time her hands were resting on his ass as she inhaled his throbbing erection.

"You heard the girl, she wants it," Rhonda purred in his ear.

The decision to give him an underwater blowjob had been spontaneous, and Lynn hadn't considered the practicality of the idea. As the minutes ticked by the lack of oxygen to her brain made her feel a bit punch drunk, but she knew he was close. There was no mistaking the distinctive taste of cum leaking out of his dick. Wrapping her legs around his she ground her sex against his shin, hoping that would be enough to push him over the edge. When his orgasm finally erupted into her mouth she wrapped her hand around his cock and milked him for every last drop.

The sensation of her tongue pressed against the bottom of his cock was too much, "Oh, oh, oh, I'm going to come," Troy moaned as jet of thick cum spray into Lynn's eager mouth. When she started stroking his cock his entire body shuddered.

When Lynn burst through the surface of the water she wedged herself between Troy and Rhonda. He turned around just in time to see Lynn press her mouth against Rhonda's, a thin stream of cum leaked out from between their lips. Finally Lynn broke off the kiss.

"I told you he was sweet. Well, as sweet as cum can be. " she said, licking her lips.

"Agreed," Rhonda replied, mimicking her friend's action.

"And big too, well, maybe not now," Lynn said with a devilish grin.

With a pouty expression Rhonda said, "That's not fair, I want to know what his big, hard cock feels like too."

"I think we can find a way to persuade him to give you what you want," Lynn replied, looking back at Troy.

The first back on the boat was Lynn, followed by Rhonda. Troy watched both of them climb on to the boat. Even though he had just come he found the sight of the two naked women very arousing, more so than when they had first met. They were smart, funny and sexy... much more than he would have guessed by their appearance.

When Troy finally hauled himself out of the water both women stared at his cock, curious to see what it looked like when the water wasn't distorting their view. Despite Lynn's blowjob robbing it of its stiffness, it still looked long and thick. Rhonda imagined what it felt like to ride up and down on it. Lynn's fantasy was a bit different, she imagined being on her hands and knees as he rammed his cock deep into her pussy over and over until they both came.

"So now what?" Rhonda asked.

"This," Troy replied, pushing her on to her back and lying beside her. He kissed her on the lips, and then thrust his tongue into her mouth. She had a bit of a salty taste, but he forgot all about that when Lynn pushed him out of the way and gave Rhonda a deep, passionate kiss.

"I think we should share her," Lynn said, then kissed him on the mouth.

Rhonda lay still as Troy and Lynn kissed her. They started with her mouth, then her cheeks. Lynn was the first to kiss her on the neck, but Troy pulled ahead as their mouths approached her breasts.

When he tried to cup her breast in his hand it overflowed. He looked over at Lynn, "One for me and one for you." When he finally managed to find a way to hold her bosom still he pressed his mouth against her smooth skin, watching out of the corner of his eye as Lynn did the same. His cock sprang to life has he watched Lynn kiss and lick Rhonda's breast.

This wasn't the first time she had played with Rhonda's tits, and Lynn had learned from experience that it took both hands to keep things under control. Her eyes darted between watching Troy kiss and suck on Rhonda and the expression on her best friend's face. Rhonda was clearly enjoying the experience. Lynn noticed that he had started to move lower on Rhonda's body, and she followed him down.

It wasn't long before Troy found himself staring at Rhonda's pussy. Her pubic hair was trimmed back so that he could see the smooth curve of her outer labia, but there was no sign of her inner lips. He glanced over to see what Lynn was doing and found that she was staring at him.

"Would it be okay if I play with myself while I watch you lick her pussy?" she asked. Her hand had already found her own sex.

"Yea, yea," he replied, crawling into the space between Rhonda's legs.

"And after you make her come I want you to fuck me hard," Lynn said as she started to stroke her pussy.

Even if the boat sank on the way back to shore it would still have been a worthwhile purchase Troy thought as he lowered his head. He could see that Rhonda's hands were on her breasts, and he kept that image in his mind and he began to lick and kiss her sex. Using his fingers he parted her outer labia to reveal the soft pink flesh they hid.

Lynn had left out one bit of the story about going down on her friend. They had both been quite drunk, and neither had much of a memory of the event. When she woke up she found herself nestled between Rhonda's legs and staring at her friend's pussy, but with almost no recollection of how she got there. The idea of making Rhonda come was intriguing, and she watched Troy carefully in case the situation ever presented itself again. Seeing his tongue lapping against Rhonda's sex was making her wet. She slipped two fingers between her labia, then three. She was quite aware of how big Troy's dick was when it was hard, and she wanted to be ready to accommodate him when his erection returned.

Both Lynn and Rhonda were moaning loudly and it was music to his ears. He penetrated Rhonda with a single finger, her pussy was surprisingly tight. He wondered how often she got laid, but that though was pushed aside when she started to grind her pussy against his face. It was clear she wanted to get fucked now. He could feel his cock begin to stiffen.

"Oh, yes, oh, oh, oh yes. Don't stop, yes, right there, right fucking there," Rhonda moaned, her voice growing louder and louder.

Lynn felt her own orgasm approaching and withdrew her fingers. She didn't want to come until he was inside her. The sight of Rhonda playing with her tits while Troy had his head buried between her legs was an arousing sight. She inched forward so she could see exactly what Troy was doing with his mouth.

"Yes, yes, yes, I 'm going to come" Rhonda announced loudly. She lifted her hips and shoved her pussy into Troy's face, then just as abruptly collapsed onto what passed for a deck on the sailboat.

Grabbing his arm Lynn pulled Troy in her direction, "Okay, my turn."

It took a few seconds for Troy to realize what happening. Lynn was in front of him, head down and bony ass up, wiggling from side to side. He waddled over to her on his knees, then put one hand on his cock and guided it towards her sex.

"She likes it hard. She might look delicate, but you won't break her," Rhonda whispered in his ear.

He had been so focused on Lynn that he had not noticed Rhonda approach him. He felt her big tits press against his back and her hand slide under his until her fingers were wrapped around his cock.

"Allow me," Rhonda said as she tugged his erection towards Lynn's waiting pussy.

Placing her other hand between her legs Rhonda stroked Troy's cock and her pussy at the same pace, trying to imagine what it would be like to have his throbbing erection penetrate her sex. It was only fair that he fuck Lynn first; it was Lynn that sucked his dick until he came, and Lynn was the only one on the boat that had not come yet. Peering around his arm she steered his cock forward until she saw the tip vanish between Lynn's labia.

"Fuck her hard, but save something for me," Rhonda whisper as she released his cock and placed her hand on his chest.

"Oh, yes," Lynn moaned as she felt his cock sliding into her. Slowly every inch of his cock filled her and he pushed his hips forward and pulled back on hers. It felt almost as good when he withdrew his erection. The next thrust was hard, and the third even faster. Soon he was ramming his cock into her until his hips slapped against her ass. The fuse of her orgasm had been lit when she toyed with her pussy and watched him devour Rhonda's sex, and she knew it would not be long before her climax exploded.




Maiden Voyage



"Yes, y...yes, hard... harder..." Lynn moaned, her voice warbling each time he slammed into her.

Moving his hands along her body Troy extended his fingers until he felt the gentle swell of Lynn's breasts and the hard buds of her nipples. He pulled her back, lifting her hands off the surface of the deck and slipped one hand between her legs. There he found that Lynn had not been kidding when she said her clit was easy to find. His fingers pressed against the slippery nub.

"Shit, shit shit! I'm going to come! Fuck!" Lynn screamed.

"She wants you to come inside her," Rhonda said. If she was perfectly honest she would prefer he not climax yet, she wanted to feel his throbbing erection between her legs, and there was no guarantee that he could recover from his second orgasm as quickly as he had from his first. If she was smart she would have begged him to save his cum for her, but seeing Lynn writhing on his cock was intoxicating. Rhonda wanted to see a stream of pearly white liquid draining out of Lynn's battered pussy when he was done with her. Urging him to shoot his load into Lynn's sex was a gamble, but she was feeling lucky. Rhonda dug her fingers into his chest and pressed her tits into his back, "Fucking come inside that little bitch!"

As if Lynn's very vocal climax wasn't enough, Rhonda's contribution made his orgasm inevitable. The pressure finally overpowered his efforts to hold back and a geyser of thick, hot cum poured into the skinny little blonde impaled on his cock. When he finally stopped thrusting he could feel Lynn's cunt milking every last drop out of him. She collapsed forward and rolled on to her back.

Rhonda's eyes locked on the pink flesh between Lynn's legs and a grin spread across her face at the sight of the creamy fluid leaking out. She put her hand back on his fading erection, "Is there any left for me?"

"I..." he started to say, but was interrupted by Lynn.

"Oh yea, we will find a way to make it hard again, you're not going anywhere until l watch you fuck Rhonda's brains out."

"Why don't you lie down and let us take care of you?" Rhonda asked.

"Yea, a little rest, that's all I need," he panted. This was certainly a case of be careful what you wish for, Troy thought as he reclined. A threesome was one of his fantasies, and he imagined alternating fucking two different women over and over, but now he just felt drained and he had only come twice.

"Maybe this will help," Rhonda said, putting her hand back on his cock and stroking it.

Lynn sat up. Part of her wanted to put her head on Troy's chest and just feel the gentle rocking of the boat, but a more persuasive part of her wanted to see Rhonda riding his cock until she came.

"Would it help if I did this?" Lynn asked as she kissed Rhonda on the mouth.

"Yea , that helps a lot," he replied.

There was no logical reason why he liked watching women kiss each other, but he did. The sight of Lynn's lip against Rhonda's cheeks, ears and neck made him feel like he could get hard again. When Lynn's mouth moved down to Rhonda' breasts he felt his cock jerk back to life. He was tempted to offer a suggestion, like asking them to 69 each other, but decided to remain quiet and see what they did.

"I think he is feeling left out," Rhonda said, pushing Lynn away and then leaning over to kiss Troy.

"I think you are right," Lynn added, following her companion's example.

This must be nirvana, Troy thought as he floated in a post orgasmic haze and the two women started a trail of kisses down his body. He was only vaguely aware that they had each grabbed one of his wrists and it took him almost a minute to realize his hands were pressed between their legs. His left hand felt the large intriguing nub of Lynn's clitoris while his right was squeezed between Rhonda's thick thighs. Their lips were on his chest now. He thought about Rhonda's big breasts and Lynn's perky tits, but didn't raise his head to look at them. Instead he focused on the tactile sensations. Their warm wet pussy around his fingers and their soft lips against his skin pushed him towards sensory overload. When they reached his abdomen he could no longer reach their pussies, but they thoughtfully guided his hands on to their breasts. He felt another spark of life in his cock as their lips moved closer and he pinched both Lynn's and Rhonda's nipples between his fingers.

Of all things Rhonda felt nervous as her mouth moved closer and closer to Troy's dick. It had been inside Lynn, and despite all her talk she had never been as enthralled about lesbian sex. She knew if the roles were reversed, if Troy had fucked her first that Lynn would have no reservations at all about wrapping her lips around his cock. However, desperate times called for desperate measures and Rhonda desperately wanted to feel Troy's throbbing erection between her legs.

Images of Troy and Rhonda raced through Lynn's head. She had heard Rhonda have sex, but it had always been through a wall or on the other side of dark room. The prospect of actually seeing it excited her, she wondered if she would be able to get off one more time if she fingered herself while she watched Rhonda fucking Troy. Lynn reached out and put her hand on his cock, it felt thick and hard. It certainly looked like she was going to get her wish;Rhonda was get fucked as she was going to watch. Lynn lifted his erection up and looked at her friend. Rhonda stared back at her, looking apprehensive. Lynn lowered her head and took him into her mouth. Troy was just as hard as he had been the first time she sucked his cock, but this time she didn't have to worry about running out of air.

As she watched Lynn's lips glide up and down Troy's rigid shaft Rhonda felt a bit jealous. Unlike Lynn, who had felt his cock with her hand, mouth and pussy, she had only stroked him a few times, and that was when she was guiding his erection into Lynn's pussy. Rhonda put her hand on his dick and pulled it away from Lynn, then lowered her head until it was her lips that were wrapped around Troy's rigid shaft.

Lynn willingly surrendered Troy's manhood to Rhonda, content to watch her friend's head bob up and down. She felt Troy's hand slip off her breast and slide down her body. He squeezed her ass, and then his fingers penetrated her sex. She moaned as his fingers probed for her G spot, and felt a bit envious of Rhonda who was no doubt feeling Troy from both ends of her body.

Troy had watched quietly at first Lynn then Rhonda swallowed his cock. Now he was infatuated by the feeling of having his hands inside two different women at the same time. Rhonda was noticeably tighter than Lynn, something he planned to rectify soon enough. Both were dripping wet, but it was difficult to get two fingers into Rhonda, whereas three slid easily into Lynn's well fucked slit.

It was time, Rhonda decided. She had toyed with him enough, now she wanted him between her legs. She straddled his hips and wrapped her hand around his cock, pointing it straight up. Lynn had moved, she was still on her hands and knees, but she was kissing Troy on the mouth. Rhonda lowered her body just enough to feel the tip of his cock. She went down another inch and felt it stretch her labia apart.

"You have a choice," Lynn whispered between kisses, "I will sit back and play with myself while I watch you and Rhonda fuck." She pressed her lips against his and thrust her tongue into his mouth, then pulled back, "or you can lick my pussy while I play with her tits and put my tongue down her throat."

"That, pussy, I want that," he stammered, overwhelmed by the combination of Rhonda's hot pussy on his cock and Lynn's dirty talk in his ear.

Lynn swung her leg over and straddled Troy's face, then lowered her body until she felt his tongue brush against her sex. Staring into Rhonda's eyes she smiled and said, "Let's see if he can make both of us come." 

The two women leaned forward and shared a soft kiss, and then both straightened up. Rhonda let out a sigh as she sank down onto Troy's erection. He felt warm, alive and big. Her last boyfriend had been average at best, but Troy was certainly above average. Rhonda wondered how Lynn's small body accomdated his big dick. She felt his hips move has he begun to thrust up, driving his cock even deeper into her pussy.

Troy had overheard Lynn's comment to Rhonda, and more than anything he wanted to satisfy her request. He wanted to make both women climax. Reaching up he put his right hand on Lynn's breast and his left on Rhonda's. At first he tried to divide his attention between licking and sucking on Lynn and thrusting his cock into Rhonda, but it soon became apparent that Rhonda didn't need any help from him. She was riding up and down on his cock and a steady pace, so he focused on Lynn's sex.

Lynn could see that Rhonda liked Troy's cock just as much as she did. Her eyes were closed as she moved up and down on his thick erection. Rhonda's mouth was slightly open, providing a tempting target, but Lynn decided to let her friend focus on the feeling of Troy penetrating her again and again. She had seen him make Rhonda come with his mouth, and now she was finding out exactly how good his oral skills were. He started with just the tip of his tongue on the very edge of her labia, starting just below her clit and going all the way down and then up the other side. At first she thought he was either intimidated or turned off by her big clit, but he soon put her concerns to rest. His tongue swirled around it and he planted soft kisses all over it. She inched down just a bit, hoping he would do more. It wasn't long before he granted her wish, wrapping his lips around the swollen nub and sucking on it, causing her to moan loudly. He worked her magic button over with his tongue again, this time pressing down with the middle of his tongue until she pushed him away, but the moment she took her hand off his forehead he was back at it. This time he brushed his lips against her, then plunged his tongue between her nether lips, eliciting another moan.

Rhonda knew exactly why Lynn was moaning, and the thought of her friend coming on Troy's face made her that much hornier. As good as he was with his mouth, he was even better with his cock. Or perhaps she was better with his cock. He was lying almost motionless beneath her, but she was hardly complaining. She liked having control, having the choice of bouncing up and down so she could feel the tip of his cock penetrate her sex over and over, or grinding her clit against him with his erection buried deep inside her pussy. Her fingertips rested in the grooves of his well defined abs and his fingers pinched and tugged on her swollen nipples. Lynn's voice echoed in her head 'let's see if he can make both of us come'.

The idea that he could have a third orgasm had not even crossed his mind when they started, but now Troy felt the pressure between his legs that was the unmistakable harbinger of an impending climax. The pressure was building at a glacial pace, but he wasn't going to look this gift horse in the mouth. He continued to focus on Lynn and Rhonda, counting on karma to watch over his nascent orgasm. Rhonda was fucking him with wild abandon. She had started out slow, but now she was bouncing up and down, her body slapping loudly against his. He could not see her breasts, but his hand told him they were bouncing around as well. In sharp contrast Lynn's tits were nearly motionless. This was in part because they were smaller and firmer than Rhonda's double D's. Even if Lynn had larger tits they would not be bouncing because Lynn wasn't moving as much. Other than a slight shift with her hips to indicate where she wanted his lips or tongue she was quite still. Her hands were clasped over his, holding his palm tight against her breast. He could feel the sexual energy bubbling out of both Lynn and Rhonda and dripping down on to him, feeding his growing climax.

Lifting one hand up, Lynn reached out and gently lay her fingers on Rhonda's breast. Much to her surprise Rhonda reciprocated the action. It surprised her because while Rhonda had been a willing recipient of her touch, it was rare that Lynn found herself the object of Rhonda's physical attention. Lifting her other hand she placed it next to Troy's on Rhonda's breast.

The muscles in her belly were practically vibrating; she knew her climax was close. Rhonda stopped riding up and down and pressed her sex against Troy's body. She opened her eyes and saw Lynn, looking slightly drunk from the endorphins flooding her body. Lynn's fingers pressed into the top of Rhonda's breast. It felt like an electric current that originated in Lynn's fingertips and went right to the vortex of her climax. Rhonda looked down at her friend's small, perky breasts. One of them was completely covered by Troy's strong hand, but the other was exposed. Slowly she reached out and stroked the top of Lynn's tit. It was firm, much more so than her own breasts. Heat radiated off Lynn's skin as her fingers skimmed over the surface, finally coming to a halt when she touched her swollen nipples. Rhonda pinched the amber buds, something she had never done before. The grin on Lynn's face grew wider. Rhonda leaned forward and spoke, "Kiss me Lynn, kiss me and make me come."

Those words reminded Troy of Lynn's offer, and he could feel Lynn's hand beside his and imagined Lynn tugging on Rhonda's erect nipples while she slipped her tongue into Rhonda's mouth. The climax that had been slowly building finally boiled over. He didn't try to hold back or stop it. He didn't try to shove his cock deeper into Rhonda. He just laid still and let the euphoria cover him like a fog.

It was an offer she had dreamed about. They had kissed before, but this was the closest Rhonda had ever come to initiating it. The idea that her kiss could make Rhonda climax made her feel warm all over. Their mouths touched, and then much to her surprise she felt Rhonda's tongue slip past her lips. Lynn quickly did the same. The passionate kiss pushed them both over the edge and they moaned quietly as they came.

Even though neither of them said it, Troy knew both the women were having an orgasm. Rhonda clamped down on his erection and Lynn's pussy gushed onto his face. His arms fell to his sides as he took in the experience.

As her orgasm finally ended Lynn fell onto her back, her legs splayed out on either side of Troy. Rhonda did the same, lying between Troy's legs, her own legs intertwined with Lynn's. Only the sounds of the waves against the hulls and their breathing were audible.

After a few moments Rhonda sat up, "I hate to be the one to say this, but we need to get going. The boats doe\n't have lights and its going to be dark soon. It would suck to get hit by some asshole in a ski boat."

"Yeah, that would suck," Troy agreed.

"Small problem, there's no wind in the cove. We are going to have to use the Kayak to tow the sailboat until we find some wind," Rhonda lamented, feeling completely exhausted.

"I'm on it," Troy said, diving into the water and swimming to the kayak. He grabbed a paddle and soon they were underway.

"You know," Lynn said as she watched the sinewy muscles in his arms and back flex with each stroke," I'm not even close to being horny, but he still looks good."

"So it's not just me," Rhonda said, nodding in agreement. "You were right, he is quite yummy. Should we tell him about the pedal drive or let him keep doing it the hard way?"

"Hard way, definitely the hard way," Lynn replied as she imagined his strong arms wrapped around her body.

A few minutes later, Rhonda felt the breeze and unfurled the main sail. Lynn called out to Troy and soon they were sailing towards the rocky passage that led to the lake. Once again Rhonda skillfully guided the boat through it.

"Before we start up again we should probably get dressed," Lynn said, well aware of the lake patrol's attitude towards public nudity.

"You know what, I say fuck the man, I'm leaving my top off," Troy declared.

"Me too," Lynn replied.

"Once you have three people it's a movement," Rhonda said, tossing her top near the mast. All three of them still put on life jackets, but in the spirit of protest they left them unbuckled. Troy found himself stealing glances at their breasts every time the wind blew them open, which was often. Soon they were back at the boat ramp, and Rhonda was waving to Troy as he backed his trailer down the ramp.

"Think he would do this again?" Lynn asked.

"I had no idea you were such a sex fiend," Rhonda replied.

"Surprise!" Lynn said with smile on her face.

"Don't know, let's ask."

The two women followed the trailer up the ramp and approached the car when it stopped. Troy stepped out, still smiling. Rhonda ran her hand along one of the pontoons.

"You know, if you put some lights on this we could take it on a moonlight cruise," Rhonda said.

"And if you think this was wild, you should see what happens if you feed us after midnight..." Lynn added.

"Can I get your number?" he asked.

"Sure," Rhonda said "I've got a pen in the car."

Troy followed her over to the parking lot. There was only one vehicle with a kayak rack on it, but it didn't look like a girl's car. It was a Subaru WRX, and even from a distance he could see it had a few go fast parts on it. Rhonda opened the door and started digging around for a pen.

"You drive this?" he asked.

"Yeah, I do. What did you expect, some little pink convertible?" she replied, "Now come over here so I can write this down for you."

Once he was standing next to her she pushed his swim trunks down and grabbed his cock. 

Pulling it tight she proceeded to write her phone number along the length of his dick.

"I'm sure you will enjoy cleaning that off," she said as she snapped the cap back on the permanent marker.

He quickly pulled his shorts back up, and then helped the women load the kayak onto the rack. They each gave him a kiss on the check, then got in their car and drove off. As he watched the tail lights disappear he had already started thinking about what it would take to put lights on his new boat. 



Maiden Voyage



Thank you so much to Lusty_Libra for so kindly proof reading and editing this first attempt at writing erotica. Your sweet words and encouragement are greatly appreciated.

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My name's Crystal and I absolutely love watching sports. Football, rugby, boxing, rugby, tennis, rugby, athletics, rugby, ice hockey, rugby, wrestling and especially rugby. And before you ask no I'm not butch or even slightly boyish, in fact the only pants I wear are my pajamas. Not that pants are always boyish looking of course, far from it, but I'm a dress/skirt and cowboy boots girl all the way, I always preferred the swish of fabric around my legs...and the erotic sensation of the air around my bare pussy when I take the notion to be naughty and leave my panties at home. 

I'm 35, 5'4", long curly nut brown hair, light blue eyes, curvy with 36FF boobs and a UK size 12-14 body. I would love to slim down to a size 10 but my metabolism just refuses to let me, not that I get any complaints about how I look. Guys typically can't see past the 36FFs anyway.

I had been going out with my ex boyfriend for three years before we split. It was a very amicable and mutual break up. He had decided to retrain as a paramedic so he packed up and headed to the other end of the country to the university. We're both huge fans of our local rugby team and having gone to every home match with him and all of the away games we could get to, I was suddenly without a match buddy. 

None of my friends were into rugby so one night I found myself on the team's fan forum, scrolling the threads to see if there was a group of supporters I could join. I spotted one entitled 'Match Buddy Wanted'. 

I was thrilled to discover someone called BeaBear was female and had also recently broken up with a guy and without a friend to go to matches with. She had two away match tickets and a double room in a budget hotel booked and paid for by her ex boyfriend who didn't want to use them. She didn't want to go alone so was asking if any female wanted to go to the free match scheduled for that next weekend and share the room, which would be switched to a twin of course and drive if she put in towards gas. 

Without pausing to overanalyse the dangers, (the possibility she'd be a bore, smell like week old garbage, be an axe murderer, or worse...be into cheesy boy band pop music) I replied to her post in a private message saying I'd love to go. 

She was online so she replied straight back and the next hour just flew by as we fired back and forth funny messages and personal details about ourselves. We had lots in common including both working for the civil service (but in different office buildings in the city) and our recent break ups. Although she was almost 10 years younger than me, it didn't appear to stop us getting on like the proverbial house on fire. 

The next few days consisted of us chatting in private messages all through our lunch hour at work and for a few hours in the evening. Then the night before we were to meet she asked me if she could add me to Skype and have a quick video chat so we'd be able to recognize each other at the meeting point arranged the next day. I warned her I had already changed into my pajamas and was in bed so she typed 'give me five minutes, I'm dying to get out of my bra so I'll get into my pjs too, then we can be on even ground'. 

I have had a string of boyfriends since my strict Catholic parents allowed me to date at 18, but before that my only experience of sex was talking about it A LOT with my best friends Jeannie and Pauline. Jeannie and I were very close, and are pretty good friends now still, but Pauline went to a different school and was allowed to date from the age of 13-14 so wasn't around as much. 

Pauline was pretty advanced, sexual maturity wise, compared to me and Jeannie. She had her period first, got a bra first, French kissed a boy first and to be honest I was a little bit in awe of her. At 18 her parents trusted her to stay home on her own while they went on weekend ghost hunting trips, so long as she had someone stay over with her. I lived on the next street to her so my parents let me go and stay. What happened on some of those evenings might be best kept for another story but let's just say Pauline awakened certain needs in me, helped me achieve my first orgasm, and made me love my own body...a lot...and vigorously. 

But since we parted ways when she left the country to go to catering college in Dublin, I haven't had sexual feelings for another female. 

Until that night Bea and I chatted until 2am on Skype. 

Bea's face appeared on my laptop screen and I immediately smiled a huge grin which stayed on my face until we both almost fell asleep mid conversation. She looked like a fluffy little cherubic angel with her halo of white blonde hair piled up on her head, big green eyes and white dressing gown. She had explained the night we first PM'd that her forum name BeaBear was because she was fat like a bear. I had to scold her when I saw her - she was so far from fat! She was curvy, like me, just shorter with slightly smaller boobs and rounder face. 

We got to chatting about our recent breakups, she said she didn't miss that much about her ex, except having a fellow rugby supporter, and his fingers. I just blushed but she giggled delightedly at my embarrassment and finished the sentence 

'...he was soooooo good at massaging my neck and shoulders!' 

At that point she reached over to open the drawer of her bedside table. Her dressing gown slipped open and the naked curves of her cleavage appeared right before my eyes on screen. I got an instant pang of arousal in my pussy, I automatically squeezed my legs together and flushed from the chest up, it felt so inappropriate. 

When she brought the arm that had disappeared into her drawer back into view I was surprised at how pleased I was that her gown stayed open... so much so that it took me a moment to notice the bright purple vibrator in her hand. 

'Who needs fingers when you have one of THESE!' she announced, laughing her cute little giggle again. Anyone else waving a big purple cock in my face would have looked crude, but this little angel just looked adorable and kinda sexy. 

The conversation predictably turned to what kind of toys we both had and how often we used them. She admitted her favourite was a remote control vibe she loved to wear in her undies while her ex took control of the on/off speed switch while out and about. She made me laugh so hard when she described her embarrassment one night when they were at a rugby match and he turned the vibe up to the highest setting every time the opposing team scored a try and penalty points, making it appear as if she was VERY excited about them scoring. All the while she was wearing head to toe colours of her own team, standing on the terraces among similarly dressed supporters. 

Eventually we said goodnight and confirmed our meeting point and time. 

Once I turned off my laptop and got under the covers I allowed my mind to drift back to the vision of her creamy cleavage, and then it melded into my memory of Pauline's flatter chest... then a mixture of them both. 

I had often watched soft porn with my ex and especially enjoyed the girl on girl scenes. I told myself it was because I liked to imagine myself in the place of the female in porn, imagine I'm the one giving head, receiving it, riding a big cock and in lesbian scenes I get to imagine myself having twice the fun. When my boyfriend played with my boobs, sucked on my nipples etc, I would often think back to the porn we'd just watched and imagine it was one of the sexy girls touching me, and I'd reach out to stroke his disappointingly flat chest and play with his tiny man nipples. 

Perhaps I was lying to myself? Maybe I actually want to be IN one of those girl on girl scenes, not just imagine a random gender is playing with my body? Yes. It's WHO is touching me that is important. I want to touch a woman and I want her to reciprocate. There! I admit it. 

With that I pulled a pillow down between my legs and rocked my, by then, soaking wet pussy while I licked my finger tips and pinched and rolled my stiff nipples with them, making believe they were hot wet lips and tongue . Like they were Bea's hot wet lips and tongue. I came so hard I had to put my pillow by the heater to dry out.

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The next day was a miserable, dark, wet September day and poor Bea was a bit rained on by the time I picked her up in the city. She still looked like a cherubic angel though, just a slightly drenched one. 

We excitedly hugged each other when she got into the car like we were old friends. She giggled and apologized for getting my white top a bit damp. I looked down at the two wet circles revealing the outline of my thin lace bra and then automatically looked at the two beautifully rounded culprits on her chest. 

I knew without checking the rear view mirror my face was flushed again as her jersey wraparound dress had gaped open as we hugged and she had an expanse of ample cleavage on display. I had to squeeze my thighs tight together again and laughed off my discomfort by putting the car in gear and rolling the windows down a bit saying 'ah don't worry, we'll soon be dry! I'll put the heat up too, you can steam away on our way there and be dry by the time we hit the hotel'. 

As I pulled into the busy rush hour traffic she started to fiddle with the radio controls and chatter happily away 'You are so lucky to be able to wear pretty little bras like that ya know'. 

'Little?? Haha, there is more lace on this baby than my granny's curtains!' 

'Yeah but it's so delicate and fine, I have to wear thick jersey bras, soooo not sexy.' 

I turned to see her pout prettily and, intrigued, I asked why. 'Oh, it's just...well, I have...weird boobs' she mumbled and looked away. Then shouted 'hey look! Traffic is clearing, we'll be on the motorway in no time!' 

She obviously regretted bringing up the subject and was keen to change it, so I let it go, but was very curious. She was right though, the traffic had cleared and we were soon well on our way. We chatted about our team's recent great form and the rumours of a new player from South Africa joining them when suddenly she almost made me steer off road when she asked 'So? Did you bring any toys??' ever so innocently and then laughed naughtily. 

'No! I didn't! Why? Did you?' I replied slightly curious.

'Hahaha, nooooo... I did think about it though!! Rugby makes me horny. Ah, sure if I get randy you can help me out, right??' 

I turned to see if she was joking and saw her flash me a big exaggerated wink. 'Oh you little rascal! I thought you were serious then!! Haha'. 

'Really??? So? Were you horrified or excited?' she elbowed me in the ribs, repeated her question, obviously insisting on an honest answer. 

My brain said 'horrified, of course!' but my mouth said aloud 'Intrigued'. 

We drove in silence for about ten minutes when she broke the tension in the car 'Are you bisexual?' Her tone was pure curiosity, no judgement, so I found myself telling her about my dalliances with Pauline. 

She surprised me by telling me it sounded so hot and got my pulse racing with a few stories about her time in boarding school. She shared a dorm room with three other girls and during their final year hormones began to rage a riot through the dorm at night. After tentatively listening to each other masturbate as quietly and discreetly as you can in beds barely a foot apart, they began talking about it and progressed to all masturbating together and watching each other. 

My undies were definitely getting damp and my clit throbbed an erratic rhythm as I listened to her. Then suddenly we were pulling into the entrance of the hotel and the horny tension broke. We busied ourselves with grabbing our overnight bags and navigating our way through check in and up into our room. 

We just about had time to freshen up and hit the stadium, grab a drink and burgers and take our place on the terraces. It wasn't until our team ran onto the pitch that we realized we hadn't changed into our team shirts, or even brought scarves to wave. We made up for it with our cheering and clapping every score though, and were on a huge high by the time we left the stadium, our team having won by 20 points. 

I drove us back to the hotel and was pulling in to the car park again when Bea moaned a long low growl.

'Nnngggghhhhh... there we go! I told you rugby makes me horny! And winning just makes me feel like a total nympho. Too late to nip into town to see if any toy shops are open??' 

We both laughed hard, I no longer felt embarrassed by the subject, in fact I actually pondered turning the car right around to check! 

Then my mischievous mouth ran away with me again and as we walked into the hotel I said 'you didn't need toys when you were playing in your dorm, did you?' 

'True!! Very true. The naughtiness made it all too easy to cum with fingers alone. Did you use any toys with Pauline?' 

'Nooo, no, I wouldn't even have known where to get them back then! It was just fingers, and... ermmm...' 

'What?? You LICKED each other??' 

We were headed for the hotel bar across the foyer but I was so shocked she practically shouted such personal stuff to anyone that would have been listening that when I spied the elevator doors open I playfully pushed her into them, hit the number for our floor and laughingly put my hand over her lips as the doors closed.

'Big mouth!! I can't trust you in public, can I?? No! We didn't get THAT far, we just...we started kinda humping each other's leg, then progressed to grinding our pussies on the other's. I only came a couple of times like that though, she would cum almost instantly and I felt too embarrassed...and naive, I suppose, to continue grinding on her after that. I'd go home horny as hell, or into her bathroom, and rub myself to orgasm. Ok nosy??? Is that enough info or do you want me to draw you a diagram too??'. 

'Yes please!' She turned her cheeky smiling face up toward me as we had now reached our room and I struggled to get the key card swiped. 

Once in the door she pushed it closed with me against it, put one hand on my waist and another at the back of my head, pulling me to her and kissed me. Hard. It was incredible and unexpected. I moaned against her mouth and pressed my body to hers. She opened her mouth and pushed her tongue into mine, then suddenly stopped and stepped away from me. 

'I wish I could be like Pauline for you, I'd not stop grinding on you until you came twice, at least' and then she just walked away and lifted the tv controls. 

'What do you mean? You are better than Pauline in so many ways Bea! You are grown up with a mature body, you are so beautiful, and tender, and I can't stop imagining you without that dress on.' 

'It's what is under my dress that I'm worried about. In the dorm I just pulled up my nightshirt and frigged myself watching the other girls. Some of them preferred to strip right off, some just unbuttoned their pajama bottoms and tops, but I always kept my top half covered. I wanted to whip my nightshirt over my head and play with my tits like the others but...I couldn't.' 

She looked so sad I thought she was about to cry. I strode over to her and pulled her into the tightest hug. 'Why Sweetie? Tell me? Do you have a scar? Stretch marks? Psoriasis? That's ok, nothing can put me off, you should never be ashamed of your body. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!' 

I pressed my mouth to hers and pecked her lips, then pecked along her cheek to her ear, down her neck until I got to her dress covered shoulder. She began to relax and go limp against me and then seemed to come to a sudden decision. 

She pushed me gently away and said 'Ok! Ok...sit down' and she pushed me onto the nearest bed and stayed standing. She kicked off her shoes and untied the side of her dress. I joined in by kicking off my boots and pulling my cardigan off. 

She stood right in front of me and unwrapped her dress, shrugging it off. She had a very sheer, floaty white full slip on over white cotton bra and bikini briefs. She hesitated then slipped out of her briefs, kicking them off with one foot. I could just about see she was either fully waxed or a natural blonde, or both, then she fidgeted behind her back, undoing her bra and shrugged out of it. 

I could see what she meant by her bra. Even though she is fairly well endowed her bra is stiff and padded. The cups still kept their shape even once she dropped it beside her panties on the floor. I had focused my eyes on her boobs, outlined beneath her wafer thin slip.

An amazing pair of big puffy nipples sat out, right in the centre of her gorgeous C cup breasts like dusky pink marshmallows. They tilted up at me slightly, their dark shadows from the low overhead light casting the sexiest outline on the pale skin of her beautifully curved stomach. 

When I fantasised about sucking another woman's nipples I imagined rock hard teats with a tip I could lick and nibble until it grew in my mouth, flicking it back and forth with the end of my stiffened tongue, but these...these were beyond my fantasies. They were exactly what I hadn't even known I wanted as my maiden voyage into dedicated breast play. 

Nerves usually make my mouth dry up, but suddenly my tongue became wet with lust, my lips tingled, my heart thumped. 

'I told you they were weird, you don't have to...' She began to cross her arms over her chest, but my nerves suddenly left me and I sprang off the bed. 

I took that final step toward her and slid my hands between her upper arms and the soft outsides of her breasts, pulling her arms out and away, the back of my fingers sliding down the inside of her wrists and grabbing her hands. I dragged my eyes from her amazing upper body and looked deep into her eyes. 

'No, please, don't. Don't cover up the most amazing breasts I have ever been lucky enough to set eyes on. I adore them! I adore you and I just want to hug you so tight against me right now...but that would mean losing my front row seat to the best match in town!'

We both laughed lightly and I watched her blush. 'But they are so big, round and not pointy stiff. I haven't seen any nipples like these before, I'm a freak!' 

Her eyes began to cloud over again and I almost stuttered in my rush to reassure her 'They are fairly rare, yes...a beautifully rare, natural, visually arousing phenomenon. You just haven't watched enough porn girl! We will look for some later but now...Can I touch them? Pleeeease??' 

Her eyes cleared and she smiled again, then turned my hands in hers and slid my palms up her slinky slip covered waist, heading north to the twin peaks I couldn't wait to explore. Although her skin was warm through the fine fabric, I could feel goosebumps... Without losing eye contact she guided my hands north and at last my fingertips made contact with the underside of her soft mounds. 

My fingers caressed the dramatic change in terrain, rode those hills until I was up and over the summits so my fingers could sink in to those heaven sent marshmallows. I felt a giant sharp tug of arousal in my groin, shooting through my pussy, fizzing on my clit as if a vibrator was pressed tight against it...I'm not prone to course language but an involuntary 'oh fuck, wow' slipped between my lips. 

She smiled and sighed 'yeah, oh fuck indeed, mmmmm, your fingers feel so good. Do you think you can kiss me now? Your hands are blocking your view anyway...'

Before she could finish I leaned in and brushed my lips against her soft pouty mouth, then took her bottom lip between both mine and sucked on it gently. Her sweet moans vibrated on my lips and suddenly we were both devouring each other's mouths; tongues licking, teeth clashing and nipping, it was getting hot. I never got this aroused even when I had a big stiff dick inside me, riding hard and fast - this was a totally different kind of sexual roller coaster and I didn't want it to end. 




Maiden Voyage



I pulled my torso away slightly so my hands had more room to explore. I dragged my trim fingernails lightly over her breasts, enjoying the contours of the big swollen tips. Her nipples didn't get stiff at all, but judging by Bea's moans getting louder and her breathing more ragged against my lips, I pretty much figured she was turned on...very turned on. 

I was rubbing the pads of my thumbs over and around those amazing puffy pillows when she bit my lip gently and said 'One of us has too many clothes on and that's not fair!' So I regretfully pulled away and unzipped my skirt. 

I let it pool around my ankles and pushed my lace boy shorts down to join it before reaching my arms up in the air. She took the hint and slid the hem of my white top up and tugged it over my head. 

'I'll lose my bra if you lose the slip.' She was staring hard at my lace covered boobs, I looked down to see my nipples were poking so far out the lace was practically transparent. 

'You are beautiful, just look at those nipples. So pink, so puckered, you can't hide how turned on you are...I like that. A lot.' 

'Help me out of this bra and I'll let you feel exactly how turned on I am.' and I spun around so she could undo the clasp at my back. 

She pulled it off so when I turned around to face her again she could see my big heavy boobs with their very, very happy rock hard tips. I bent to grab the hem of her slip and pull it up, slowly grazing my knuckles against the outsides of her calves, thighs, waist and swell of her boobs. Then with a flourish I pulled it over her head and just stood there, taking a moment to admire those mysterious soft peaks in all their naked glory. 

My blood rushed straight to my clit making my legs feel weak, so I grabbed her hands but held them out to her sides, pulling her gently towards me. I bent at my knees slightly so our tits were in line and pressed mine into hers. We both gasped at the sensual skin contact, it was delicious. 

I dropped her hands and cupped my own breasts, putting them into better position. She read what I was trying to achieve and cupped hers too. We rubbed our nipples back and forth over the others, both voicing how good it felt as my stiff tips rode up and down her twin crests on their big plump mountains, then I pressed my ridged little pokers right into the center of her soft domes. 

It was visually amazing, so erotic, but the feeling was even better, so intense. I could feel the slickness between my thighs and my clit throb so hard I swear I could hear it beat louder than my heart. I was thinking the very words Bae let slip from her lips. 

'I need to cum...NOW!' I pulled her onto the bed and rolled her on top of me. I slid my leg between hers and enjoyed the wetness of her equally drenched pussy soak my skin, while I coated hers in my juice. I wanted to keep going until we were both screaming in ecstasy but I needed something first. 

I flipped her over and ducked my head between her breasts. I looked up into her eyes and said 'I need to feel these in my mouth, right now'.

'Mmmmmm, fuck yeah, please. Suck me. Suck my big fat puffies baby, suck all that tit flesh into your mouth, mmmm, yessss.' 

I was so turned on by her vocal arousal, I almost had an orgasm. I poked the tip of my tongue out and licked the underside of one boob then the other, flicking back and forth, then chose the left one and licked a trail from the underside right up until I was at the crest of her big fat nipple. Her skin was so hot and so soft against my mouth, the temptation was to bite into it but I restrained myself and gently licked, covering the whole nipple until it was wet and shiny. 

She writhed below me and swore softly, begging me not to stop. I trailed my fingers up and grabbed both tits, squeezing them into big sponge tipped cones and sucked the left one deep into my mouth, switched to the right one and then back again. Bea was pumping her hips on the bed, her dripping wet pussy desperate to make contact with something satisfyingly hard, frustratingly it met only my soft rounded stomach, leaving slick wet spots of her juice on me. 

I squished her boobs together and attempted up suck both nipples into my mouth at once, I was in pure nipple heaven, I could have licked and sucked all night, but Bea's two tiny hands pulled my face up and away. Her tits sprang out of my mouth and relaxed back on her chest with sloppy plopping sounds, her rosy pink nipples now darker in colour and, if possible, even puffier. 

I wanted to get right back to my adoration but her soft whimpers turned to please 'Please, please fuck me. I need to hold you and ride you until we both cum like express trains, pleeeeaase baby, let's fuck.' And how could I argue with that? 

I slid up her sweat slicked body, my rock hard nipples dragging on her gorgeous cushioned skin. I looked down at our bodies and had a lightbulb moment. I held her already parted thighs open and dipped one big stiff tipped breast into her pretty pussy, where a thin path of soaking wet white blonde curls were glistening with her obvious arousal. The squishy sound, the sweet and salty scent, the beautiful vision and best of all, the intense glossy friction on my nipple had my own hips pumping to find a goal, writhing on her calf, her ankle, anything I could make contact with. 

'Oh my god, you will make me go off like a rocket doing that! Mmmmm, fuck yeah, your big stiff nipple feels so good against my clit, ugghhh, flick it! Flick it harder baby, mmmmm.'

But then, just as I switched to the other tit and give it a sensual bath in her moisture I felt her body rear up and push me up with it. My tiny little angel suddenly had the wings of an eagle and was flipping both of us over on the bed so that I was now sprawled flat on the mattress and she was hovering above me. 

'Get your sweet pussy on mine baby, let me feel how hot and wet you are.' She was practically growling and I wasn't about to argue. 

Like the newbies we were, we struggled at first to get into position, one leg over, then under, then over... but the moment my stiff, swollen clit met hers it was like a cork in a wine bottle...an absolutely perfect fit. I bent my leg and reached for her hands to pull her toward me even more, and tilting us both up so I could watch her magical blancmange tipped mounds quiver with every thrust. We ground against each other until our juice mingled and our mixed scent filled the room. I had no idea my clit could swell so much and get so hard but I could feel it slide into the opening of her pussy a few times, the wet suction shooting rockets through my groin. 

I was getting closer and closer to orgasm and I didn't need to ask Bea where she was - her flushed cheeks, glazed eyes and pumping hips told me she was right on the edge, holding back, waiting on me. My clit was so engorged by now it was almost painful, so I began to thrust with slightly less force, but more vigorously. 

I had a vision of a horny Jack Russell humping a chair leg in my head but instead of giggling I let an impassioned 'Mnnghhhhnnnn, oh Bea, babe, I'm...' slip through my gritted teeth. 

I watched as her face burst into wreaths of pure pleasure and she finished my sentence '...cummmmmmming. Nnngnnnn, arghh, arghhhhh, ahhhhhhh' and we both shot even more juice over the others pussy as they spasmed and quivered together, the sploshing sounds almost drowning out our grunts and moans of ecstasy. 

Every time I thought I was done I would spark off again, lighter spasms but just as delicious. Bea was lying limp on the bed but her pussy was still flicking up at mine, lazier but making full contact. Eventually everything slowed right down until we both let out exhausted sighs. And breathlessly stated 'We. Are. Definitely. Doing. That. Again!' 

I couldn't have agreed more, 'yes, yes we are... As soon as I get my vision and breath back'.



Maiden Voyage of the Amethyst Dream



Man: As I drive along Shoreline Drive, enjoying the cool breeze off the bay, I am a bit nervous. Thinking of her waiting for me at the hotel, I am hopeful that she will enjoy the evening I have planned for the two of us. It has been so exciting these past few weeks since I first met her and I really want tonight to be something special. I pray that all of my preparation and planning will make the impression on her that I desire. 

As I slow the car to turn into the hotel parking lot, I am almost tempted to turn around as my anxiety grows suddenly at the unwanted thought that she might not feel as deeply for me as I for her. Chastising myself for this foolish thought, I can only pray that I have not misread her so badly and quell my panic. I pull up to the hotel and step from the car. 

"Keep the motor running," I say to the valet, "I’ll be back in just a moment.” I hand him the keys and turn to enter the lobby.

Glancing at my watch, I see that I have a few moments still, and stop to check my appearance before heading to the lounge where I have told her that I would meet her. I think to myself that I have cleaned up very well. My hair and beard are freshly trimmed and groomed, my black silk blend shirt is freshly pressed and my tie, impeccable. The crease in my dark gray slacks is so sharp that you could almost cut yourself on it and my shoes shined to a mirror finish. I hoped that I have remembered correctly and that she will find the Aramis cologne I am wearing appealing. I think to myself with a chuckle, you are one handsome devil, but am momentarily embarrassed when I turn to notice her watching me primp in front of the mirror and stifling a giggle. I only hope that I did not look too foolish and I cross the lobby to greet her.

Woman: I see him enter the lobby from my vantage point at the bar and try to hide a giggle as he sees me watching him. He is so cute standing there at the mirror, checking his appearance, grinning like the cat that swallowed the canary. I am so glad he did not see me doing the same thing a moment before he turned. He has not told me what we are going to do this evening, but seeing what he is wearing, I am pleased at my selection of dress. I think to myself that you can never go wrong with a basic black dress. I chose this one to show off my figure and legs to their fullest advantage and seeing the appreciative look in his eyes as he looks me up and down, I can tell that he likes what he sees. I walk over to him slowly, smiling, and see a slight blush in his cheeks at having been caught admiring himself. 

"Hello," I say with a sheepish grin, "you look very nice".

Man: As she approaches me from across the room, I cannot help but be amazed at how lucky I am to have found such a beautiful, stimulating woman. I reach out to take her delicate fingers gently in mine, and I bow to her slightly, kissing her hand, amazed at how stunning she looks. I again find myself hoping that she will enjoy the evening I have planned for the two of us. 

"Hello my dear,” I say as I kiss her. “I have the car waiting, if you are ready."

Woman: The touch of his hand sends an electric charge through my body and I cannot help but wonder if he felt it also. 

“Yes, I am ready. But you haven’t told me where we are going.” 

Looking into his mischievous eyes, I wonder what he has in mind.

Man: Wiggling my eyebrows and grinning, I say, "It's a surprise, my dear."

Woman: Wondering what deviltry he has planned, I smile and say, “Ok...lead on and I will follow. I just love surprises”.  Man: I offer my arm and escort her to the door, opening it for her to pass through and signal the valet to open the car door for me. Giving her my hand to help her into the car and closing the door behind her, I walk around the car and tip the valet generously before getting in and pulling away. We have only a short distance to go and I admire her as I drive from the hotel to the Peoples Street T-head and park. Quickly getting out of the car, I open her door for her and offer her my assistance to step out of the car. I begin to lead her down the pier to a waiting yacht, the Amethyst Dream, a large motor launch that I have recently acquired.

Woman: As we are walking down the pier, my heel gets caught in between the planks and I stumble forward. He quickly catches me, holding me in his arms, and as I look up, I see concern in his eyes. At first, I check to make sure everything is ok, but I act as if my ankle is hurt for a moment just so I can be in his arms. It is then that I catch a whiff of his cologne, Aramis, one of my favorite scents. I linger there enjoying the masculine smell. 

Laughing, I say to him, "Well as you can see, Grace is not my middle name." 

He asks if I am ok, and as he kneels beside me to check my ankle and free the heel of my shoe, I respond that I am fine. We start walking toward a yacht, his arm firmly around me. Then I notice the name of the vessel. 

“Oh my, look at that yacht, it's called Amethyst Dream. You know I have a passion for Amethyst. Who owns it, do you know?"

Man: Relieved that she was not injured when she stumbled, I catch her up in my arms. Worried that she might be hurt, but also enjoying how she feels next to me, I hold her for a moment. I then kneel down next to her to check her ankle, at the same time freeing the heel of her shoes, and I feel a stirring in me and pray that I can keep it under control. 

I grin at her joking remark and ask, “Are you ok?”

She lets me know that she is fine and I relax. I see her catch sight of the name of the vessel and her look of surprise. 

When she asks if I know who the owner is, I reply, "It is a recent acquisition of mine, named in your honor, dear and I wanted you here tonight so that I might christen her and take you with me on her maiden voyage”.

Woman: He tells me he is the owner, and I stop in my tracks and look at him, puzzled. 

"You own this?" I say as I back up a bit to get a better look. 

Turning to look at him again I say, "Oh it is beautiful, I can't believe you named it for me. No one has ever done anything like this for me." 

I am amazed that he would do this. We had been going out for a while but I never expected this. I walk back up to him and embrace him. 

Whispering as we embrace, I ask, "Can we go aboard?" 

He tells me we can go on board after we christen her. I am overwhelmed by all of this and feel like I am in a dream as we walk down to the bow of the vessel to christen it.

Man: Taking her in my arms again, I return her embrace and kiss her gently on her cheek. I am so glad that she likes the name and wants to come with me on the voyage I have planned. 

In answer to her request to go on board, I say, "Of course, my dear, once we christen her, I'll escort you aboard." 

I lead her to the bow of the launch and open the locker located nearby to retrieve the bottle of champagne that I had purchased for the christening. I step close to the yacht, and standing behind her, I wrap my arms around her so that we can hold the bottle of champagne together. 

Together, we swing the bottle towards the ship and with a firm blow, break the champagne bottle on the bow as I say, "I hereby christen you the Amethyst Dream." 

I then escort her to the gangplank and lead her aboard by the hand and say, "Please have a seat, while I untie us." 

I move quickly to the stern, untying the boat and throwing the line to the pier. Then move to the bow and untie there as well. I then return to her and offering my arm to her, I escort her to the bridge, where I start the engines. I then blow the horn to signal the harbormaster of my planned departure. I maneuver the craft away from the pier and watch her sitting beside me as we clear the protected harbor and head out into Corpus Christi Bay. 

Woman: Leading me across the gangplank my first thought is, please do not fall in. I stifle a giggle as he asks me to take a seat while he unties the yacht. Feeling like a little kid, I look around at everything. He walks up, offers his arm to me, and leads me to the bridge. I have a thousand questions I would like to ask and am just about get the first question out when he blows the horn. I jump at the sound and then start giggling. Oh please, I think to myself, do not get the giggles now. I watch and admire the skill with which he maneuvers the boat away from the pier. For the first time, I really look at him and notice that he is smiling at me. He is strikingly handsome, and I feel a flow of warmth surge through my body. Walking up to him, I lean over and give him a kiss on the cheek. 

In response to his quizzical look, I smile and say, "Because you've made me so happy."  

Leaving him to his piloting of the craft, I walk away to explore the bridge.

Man: I chuckle to myself as I watch the wonder in her eyes at the vessel and her kiss is a wonderful signal of her joy at being here with me. I push the throttle forward firmly but slowly to pick up speed as we move away from the shore. The smell of the sea breeze is refreshing on the hot night and I cannot help but be pleased with myself. Once we are well clear of the shipping lanes headed into the harbor of Corpus Christi, I get ready to set the autopilot so that we can go below to the main cabin. 

As I am doing this, I explain to her, "Just allow me to set the autopilot and we can go below to the other part of my surprise." 

I set the GPS driven autopilot and then turn to her. 

She is busy exploring the bridge, and I say to her, "Please escort me milady to the main cabin below which has been prepared for your arrival."

Woman: I turn my attention to him as he tells me he is setting the autopilot. I have a thousand questions, but something in his tone makes me hold my tongue as he asks me to go below with him. Taking his arm, I allow him to lead me below. Feeling excitement growing as we walk to the main cabin, I have no idea what to expect. Every time he touches me, my body becomes alive and I cannot help but wonder if he is feeling the same way. I dare not think about it.

Man: I escort her from the bridge to the main cabin, which is shrouded in darkness. 

I say to her, "Close your eyes dear." and seeing that they are indeed closed, I open the door on the main cabin and turn on the lights using the dimmer switch by the door. 

I can see that my instructions have been carried out by the concierge service I hired and that everything has been prepared as I requested. 

I guide her gently over the doorjamb and escort her to a love seat with the admonishment of "No peeking".

Woman: He tells me to close my eyes, so I look up at him and close them so he can see that I have obeyed his instructions. I take his arm with both of my hands knowing I will have to step over a doorjamb. He leads me to a chair and as I sit down, I cannot wait to see what he has prepared. I keep my eyes closed tightly however, as something in his voice makes me want to keep them closed. Anticipation welling up inside me, I think that it is funny how when your eyes are closed, your other senses take over. I smell the scent of lavender, and the fabric of the chair I am sitting on feels so good on my skin. I can hear him moving about and wonder what he could possibly be doing. I fold my hands in my lap and wait for him to tell me to open my eyes.

Man: I reach over and adjust the lights a bit, and light a few more of the lavender scented candles I have placed around the room. I see that the floor has been strewn with fire and ice rose petals as I had requested and there is a bouquet of them on the table next to the assortment of fresh fruit and wine that I ordered. 

I pick up the bouquet and move back to kneel before her with the roses in my outstretched hands and say to her, "Open your eyes dear."

Woman: The scent of lavender grows stronger, and I am amazed at how he has remembered all the little things I like. He tells me to open my eyes and I see him kneeling before me. In his outstretched hands, I see that he is offering me the most beautiful roses I have ever seen their petals red at the bottom, but white at the tips. My mouth opens a little as I look at the roses, his smiling face, the room with the rose petals everywhere, candle burning all around. I turn my awe struck gaze back to him. He is looking at me, as if he knows how much I want him. I take the roses from him, bring them up to my face and breathe in their sweet scent. They smell so wonderful. 

Lowering the flowers, and peering over them I ask, "What is going on?"

Man: His voice, deep and sensual, says, "I just wanted to show how much you mean to me my dear. You are very beautiful and the time that I spend with you makes me happy beyond belief, so I wanted to let you know and this is my way of showing you just how special you are to me."

Woman: Stunned, I lean forward, and touch his face. "You just made me the happiest women in the world. I can't believe you did all this." 

Leaning forward I give him a kiss. It is soft and I feel desire rising deep within me. I lean back, smell the roses again, and look at him. Do I dare hope there could be more?

Man: Emboldened by her kiss, I decide to take the next step. I stand and pull her to her feet, taking her in my arms, lifting her off her feet, and kissing her passionately. 

"I'm so glad you like it." 

I set her gently back down on her feet and twirl her across the room to another door. 

Looking at her I say tentatively, “More than anything else at this moment, I would be the happiest man in the world if you would make love to me." 

Woman: I was taken aback by his kiss. I can feel the longing he has for me. The desire I have been feeling almost explodes and then his next words send my head swimming. As he holds me, I am not sure I have heard him correctly.  I want this more than I care to admit to myself. I need to be sure this is truly what he wants. 

So I ask, "Are you sure this is what you want?" and I hold my breath as I wait for his answer.

Man: "More than anything else in the universe at this moment," I reply. 

As I stop twirling her around, I open the door to another room. 

"In here, you can freshen up if you like." 

I look at her with hope in my heart and move to the table to open the wine and pour out a couple of glasses, awaiting her response, hopeful that she will not reject my advances. 

Woman: Seeing the look of desire in his eyes, and feeling my heart just pounding, I look through the doorway and see an elegant bathroom. I walk over to him and take a glass. I take a sip of the wine and I look around the room, taking in again all of the things that he has done to make this evening special. I already know the answer to his question, but want to savor this moment just a little longer, the anticipation building as he waits for my answer. A warm, sensual feeling washes over me, I look back at him, his eyes questioning whether I will accept or refuse. He is so cute at this moment. I set the glass down and stand inches from him, noticing again how he smells so good. I reach for his hand and taking his index finger, I dip it into the wine. Looking at him, seeing the question in his eyes, I place his finger in my mouth and suck the wine off it, giving him a taste of what is yet to come. I take a deep breath, look up into he eyes and reaching up to take his head in my hands, lower his head down and I kiss him with as much passion as he kissed me with before he asked. His arms go around my waist pulling me closer to him. My breasts are pressed tightly to his chest. 

I pull back just a bit and whisper, "I would love to make love to you tonight." 

Then pulling away from him, letting my hands slide down his muscular chest, I slowly walk into the other room and shut the door. I stand there for a moment as I collect my thoughts and catch my breath.

Man: She stops at the door but does not go through it and for just a moment I fear that I have moved too fast and she is going to refuse me. She walks over and takes the glass of wine that I have poured for her. I feel my heart stop beating as I wait for her answer. Could I have misread her so badly? Did I move too fast? She takes my hand and dips a finger into the wine.  My heart begins to race. She raises my finger to her mouth and sucks it; her tongue moving around my finger, and the gentle, yet firm pressure she is applying sends shocks though my body. I am just about ready to sweep her off her feet when she pulls my finger out, reaches up, and pulls me to her lips. Her kiss is passionate; telling me that she desires me as much as I do her. Her whispered response electrifies me. Happy beyond belief at her response to my bold question, I watch her move back across the room and enter the bathroom. 

As she pulls the door shut behind her, I call out to her, "There is a silk robe in the closet there if you would like to get more comfortable." 

I gulp down the wine in my glass. I then move to pour another glass, which I set near the bed and pull out a final surprise from the chilled box on the table; chocolate covered strawberries. Selecting a few of them, I place them on a small plate near the glass of wine and move to the bed where I pull down the covers and quickly undress while I wait. I slip beneath the cool cotton sheets awaiting her return and using the remote, I turn on the stereo to play some light jazz.

Woman: Smiling, I close the door and begin to get ready. When I have finished I see the robe that he told me about, but I also see one of his shirts. I decide to put that on instead of the robe. I button only the bottom three buttons so it is open to the navel. I position the shirt so that it just barely covers my breasts. I open my purse and take out a small bottle of perfume; Ysatis, which I know he likes, and dab it behind my ears, down my cleavage, and behind my knees. Looking in the mirror one last time, I am pleased with how I look wearing his shirt, only showing enough to entice him. I turn out the light before opening the door. I stand for a moment in the darkened doorway and then tentatively walk into the room. A giggle escapes my lips seeing him in the bed, waiting for me. I slowly walk up to him, moving my hips to the music. When I reach the foot of the bed, I dance seductively to the soulful sounds of the jazz playing on the stereo, giving him a hint of what he will have, but not showing him anything just yet, letting his imagination take over. When the song ends, I stand at the foot of the bed looking at him. 

Man: Seeing her there, moving to the music, I am greatly aroused and beckon for her to come and lay next to me with a silent gesture. Seeing her dressed only in one of my shirts fuels my desire for her. 

Woman: I crawl up to him from the foot of the bed, making sure that as I do, he can see down the open shirt. I can see how aroused he is and knowing the effect that I am having on him adds to my own excitement. As I approach him slowly, like a cat stalking its prey, I am already moist just thinking of him touching me. I do not lie down, but kneel at his side, both hands on the bed, leaning slightly forward. 

Man: I can see her luscious breasts as she crawls towards me and devour them hungrily with my eyes. She stops short of laying next me and I see her, kneeling at my side. I shiver in anticipation as I wonder what her next move will be. 

Woman: I sit back on my heels and spread my legs wider apart so that he can catch a glimpse of my sex just past the shirttails. My body is aching for his touch; wanting him, my senses singing with desire.

Man: Seeing her exposed sex, I can resist no longer, and I reach out to caress her gently, wanting to touch it, but unable to reach, unless she changes position and moves closer. 

I am overcome with a desire to kiss her there and beg of her, "Please allow me to taste you?"




Maiden Voyage of the Amethyst Dream



Woman: Hearing the desire in his voice, I pull the sheet off him and admire his firmly toned body. I turn so I am facing the foot of the bed, and straddle his face. I feel his warm hands on my hips as he guides me down. I readjust myself and lean forward. Seeing his beautiful, already hard member, I take it in my hands and begin to caress and stroke it, feeling it getting harder in my hands. 

Man: A thrill passes through me as I feel her touch on my member and I pull her hips down towards my eager lips and tongue so that I can lick her moist sex while she pleasures me. I unbutton the shirt so that it hangs loosely on her and I can more freely caress her.  I am lying with her atop of me, licking her moist pussy while she is pleasuring me, my hands on her hips, caressing her, delighting in the sensations that she is giving me and reveling in the taste of her. 

Woman: Oh, his tongue dancing on my pussy sends waves of pure pleasure through my entire body, for a moment distracting me from my goal. I have switched from using only my hands to using my mouth on his cock. After a moment of this, I pull his cock out of my mouth. I begin to lick it like a Popsicle. Up one side and down the other, licking the pre cum from the tip, opening my mouth wide, I slide his huge cock back into my mouth and firmly close my lips around it, letting it touch the back of my throat. All the while, the sensations running through my body increase at an alarming rate. I try to maintain control as I work his cock, and massage his balls.

Man: I feel her trembling as I lick her and electric sensations of joy run through me as she uses her hands and mouth on my cock. I concentrate on her clitoris, sucking and biting it gently, teasing it with the tip of my tongue, touching it rapidly like a butterfly tasting the nectar of a delicate flower. As I do this, I hum, rumbling deep in my chest, so that the vibrations pass through my lips to her. 

Woman: The orgasm builds and I moan in pure delight, the vibrations of his humming fueling my desire. Knowing I am close, I suck harder. I can feel his body tensing up and his balls begin to tighten. I sense that he is getting close as well, so I slow down to prolong the pleasure, using my hands, caressing his balls and the insides of his thighs. I too am getting ready to release that first orgasm, feeling his tongue working its magic.

Man: I move my fingers to aid in my pleasuring of her, inserting them into her and moving them in and out. My breathing becomes labored as I get closer to release and I moan softly sending the vibrations through my lips to her clitoris, which I have in my mouth, sucking it and caressing it with my tongue. 

Woman: Leaning down, I begin sucking and pulling his cock trying to maintain control as his fingers and tongue work me expertly. My body electrified with each thrust of his fingers and each caress of his tongue. I hunger for him to cum in my mouth, so I can taste him. My hands move in time with my mouth, alternating from his balls, to his thighs all the while sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. Sometimes nibbling, sometimes only my soft, wet lips sliding up and down, or letting my teeth drag slowly on it. Sucking again, I feel his body tighten, his breath coming in short shallow breaths. 

I stop for a brief moment and begging I say, “Cum for me. Fill my mouth” and then return to my work playing his organ. 

Oh, how I want him to cum.

Man: I can contain myself no longer and cum, groaning my pleasure loudly, feeling her soft lips on me.  I continue my licking and sucking of her clitoris and the motions of my fingers to help her orgasm as well. The vibrations generated by my moans of pleasure seem to be helping as well. 

I pause for just a moment to beg of her, “Cum for me now dear. “

Woman: I feel him release and his warm cum fills my mouth. I try to swallow it all, but my own pleasure has become so intense that I can control it no longer, and cum myself. I feel him lapping the juices from me as they flow. A low deep moan comes from me as the last of the orgasm fades. 

Man: As I feel the peak of her orgasm pass, I pull her around so that I can kiss her and she stretches out next to me. I take her in my arms and hold her tightly to me, delighting in the afterglow of our shared orgasms, showering her neck and face with soft kisses.

Woman: I stretch out next to him enjoy his kisses as my hand glides slowly up and down his chest. I am utterly and completely content and the world seems so very far away. The only sounds are the purr of the engine, the occasional cry of a passing sea bird and the sounds of the water rushing by, as the vessel moves on through the night. There are only the two of us here, sharing the afterglow and I close my eyes to enjoy the feeling as my heart and breathing returns to normal.

Man: After a few moments of cuddling, I reach for a strawberry from the table beside the bed, dipping it in the glass of wine to wet it slightly. I see her eyes closed and a smile playing across her face. I touch the strawberry to her lips and she opens her mouth a bit. I hold the strawberry between her lips, watching her bite down on it, and as I watch her devour the fruit, I begin to feel the stirring of passion again.

Woman: As I am laying there with my eyes closed, enjoying this moment of tranquility, I feel him touch my lips with one of the strawberries that he has placed beside the bed. Opening my mouth, I bite down on the strawberry, savoring the flavor of the fruit, mixed with the tastes of the wine he has dipped it in and the sweet chocolate covering it.  I eat it all, the taste so sweet. I open my eyes and seeing the look of desire in his eyes, I feel a stirring again. I lean across him, my breasts going over his chest, pick up a strawberry, and place it in my mouth. Leaning down, I offer it to him. 

Man: I take the offered strawberry from her lips, tasting the slight tartness of the fruit mingled with the chocolate covering. My passion returns with a vengeance and I roll her onto her back and reach for another of the luscious fruits.  I want to savor this moment and play with her a bit. I grin at her with my most sinfully wicked grin.

Woman: Seeing him selecting another strawberry, I smile up at him. He dangles it over my head. He has a wicked grin on his face and as I lean up to get the fruit but he pulls it way. He then scoops me up in his arms and gives me a kiss that takes my breath away. 

Man: I kiss her hard on the mouth and help her to totally remove the shirt that she still wears. The fruit I dip into the glass of wine and using it, I trace circles around her nipples. The warmth of her body causes a bit of the chocolate to rub off onto them, which I hungrily devour, sucking her nipples and tracing the edges of them with the tip of my tongue.

Woman: The sensation of him sucking my nipples causes my feelings of desire to rekindle and my hips begin to move under him, my body wanting him deep inside of me as I feel him growing again.

Man: Feeling her respond to my licking of her nipples, I feel my erection returning and I continue to use the strawberry, rubbing it on her body and then licking off the chocolate until I am completely hard again and ready to take her. 

Woman: I crave his touch and want more than anything to have him deep inside of me. 

In a soft, low, sultry voice I whisper, “I want you so much." 

Searching his eyes for signs that he wants me as much as I want and hunger for him, I can see that he hungers as well. His eyes flash as he looks down at me and I know that he is as eager to take me as I am to be taken by him.

Man: Holding the strawberry in my teeth, I bring it to her lips and at the same time move on top of her. Our lips meet in a soft, passionate kiss, her legs part to give me access to her treasure, and I thrust slowly and deeply into her pussy. As I reach full penetration, I hear her gasp and I stop, allowing her to adjust to me. Then she moves and I feel her legs wrap around my waist. She feels so moist, so warm and oh my, so very tight.

Woman: He moves over me, offering the strawberry to me, I bite down on it and moan as I feel him enter me for the first time, our kiss passionate and hungry. Gasping as he enters me, he stops for a moment, giving me time to adjust to him. I raise my hips, pushing him in even deeper and wrap my legs around his waist. 

Man: I begin to move in and out of her slowly, but gradually quicken the pace. I settle into a rhythm, in and out, feeling her tighten her muscles around me, watching her face change with the pleasure I am giving her. 

The feelings she is giving me are so good as she moves under me that I have to tell her, “You are driving me insane with your passion.”

Woman: My nails dig into his back as I feel him growing inside of me. 

I say, "God, you feel so good". 

With each inward thrust, I moan with pure pleasure, unable to think of anything but how he is making me feel. My orgasm builds stronger and stronger with each thrust. 

Man: My breathing quickens as I quickly approach release for the second time this evening, moving faster and faster, deeper and harder, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, her matching my thrusts.

Woman: I cry out, "Oh my God, I'm going to cum!”

Man: My breath coming in gasps, I reply "Cum with me."

Woman: Hearing his cry for me to cum, my orgasm explodes onto his cock. I scream out in my passion, “YES...YES!

Man: The contractions of her pussy cause me to explode…cumming deep inside of her. I call out her name as I do and groan out my pleasure loudly, finally collapsing on top of her, but lifting again to rest my weight on my arms so as not to crush her. I am spent. 

Woman: My arms hold him, pulling him down on top of me, breathing in the sweet scent of our lovemaking, mingling with the other scents of the room…his cologne, my perfume, and the lavender scent of the candles. 

Our hearts beat as one; I kiss his neck, and whisper in his ear, “Thank you.”

Man: Feeling her breath on my ear and her soft thank you, I reply, “No...thank you my dear”.

Rolling over onto my back, holding her to me, I do not want to let her go, but to remain inside of her. I love the feeling of her weight on me, delighting in the warmth of her skin, caressing her as the afterglow of our shared passion wraps around us.

Woman: I sigh as sleep starts to settle in. He feels so good in me. After a few moments, I roll off and onto my side. He moves to retrieve a warm, wet cloth, which he uses to tenderly clean me, then curls up behind me and we spoon, drifting off to sleep together.



Maiden Voyage: The Next Day



Woman: I awake the next morning. At first not sure where I am, I stretch and look over to see him sleeping next to me. He looks so peaceful, and I reach out and brush a lock of his hair into place, and remember the passion we shared the night before. 

I slip out of bed and pick up the shirt I was wearing last night. I step into the bathroom, take a quick shower, and wash my hair. I put it up in a ponytail, slip on a robe, and quietly open the door. A quick glance at the bed reveals that he is still sleeping. 

I tip toe out of the room and go searching for the kitchen. I want to surprise him with my culinary skills and bring him breakfast in bed. I find the kitchen and to my surprise it is well stocked. I pull out some eggs, bacon, green peppers, and onion to make my famous egg bake. Preparing the dish and putting it in the oven, I start a pot of coffee, and have a deliciously wicked thought about how to spend the half an hour before the dish is done. 

I walk back into the bedroom and see that he is sleeping on his back and notice that he is hard. I wonder if perhaps he is dreaming of the previous night. I set the timer on my watch for 30 minutes, take off the robe, and slide in next to him. I run my hands up and down his legs, watching his face. Reaching for his erection, I take it in my hands, and start to stroke it. Working my thumbs around the head with a gentle firm pressure, he stirs just a bit. I lean down and let my lips slide over him. I hear him sigh as I begin to slowly move him in and out of my mouth. My hands caress his balls and I feel his hand on my head, stroking my hair.

Man: I am awakened from a beautiful dream by the feel of hands on me and sleepily stir a bit. I then realize that it is not a dream, but the remembrance of the ecstasy that I shared with my angel the night before and that it is her hands on me. I feel exquisite pleasure as I realize that she is there beside me and the sensations as she strokes me are pure heaven. Looking down at her, I gently touch her hair, and think that I must be the luckiest man alive.

Woman: Watching him watching me, I wink and continue to devour him hungrily, feeling him grow. He moans softly and reaches for me, but I push his hands away. Feeling his pleasure and knowing I am the cause makes me wet. Knowing we don't have much time, I won't allow myself to be pleasured, but only to give pleasure. My tongue works the tip of him, and I feel his body tense up. My mouth loves every inch of him. 

I stop my assault and looking up at him, I ask, "Would you like to cum in my mouth?"

Man: I look down at her hungrily and she gives me a mischievous wink. The feeling of her mouth on me is driving me insane and I reach for her to give her back a measure of the intense delight I feel as she moves her mouth up and down on me, but she pushes me back. I feel my orgasm rapidly approaching, my body tense, my heart racing, and my breathing labored. I hear her ask if I would like to cum in her mouth, and am only able to nod in answer, the sensation of her mouth and hands on me incredibly intense.

Woman: My mouth curving in an evil grin, I turn my attention back to him, working him fast. Feeling very wicked, I stop and look at him, teasing him a bit. He moans, looking at me in agony. I give a throaty giggle and return to him, working him fast. Pulling him in and out of my mouth, his body spasms. I feel him release with a loud moan, shooting his warm cum into my mouth. I swallow all of it and when his body relaxes, I turn and move up to him. 

I give him a kiss and looking into his beautiful eyes say, "Good Morning".

Man: I begin to hyperventilate slightly, feeling a head rush as I approach the point of no return when she suddenly stops. I look at her longingly, wondering what agony she has in store for me, when I hear her wickedly evil giggle and she starts again. The pleasure is so intense that I growl deep in my chest, moaning out my pleasure and cum, throbbing in release. I am panting heavily as she swallows and moves up next to me. Her warm kiss is delightful as she tells me good morning. "I'll good morning you, you vixen," I say as I roll her onto her back, pin her down, and tickle her as revenge for her teasing.

Woman: I start laughing and squirming as he tickles me, when I hear the timer go off. He is very strong and I can't break free of his hold. Laughing so hard I can hardly breath, I try to get him to stop. 

I finally manage to gasp out, "Please...stop...I need to go." 

Man: Hearing the timer on her watch wondering what she has up her sleeve, I relent as I hear her gasp out between bouts of laughter, asking me to stop. 

"What is the timer for," I ask?

Woman: "Breakfast, dear, if you will let me up off of the bed," I reply.

Man: "Great," I say, "I'm famished. Why don't I clean up and clear the table while you go fetch the vittles, wench?"

As I jump out of bed, I reach over and playfully smack her on the butt and run towards the bathroom before she can retaliate.

Woman: Feeling the sting of his hand, I turn my head and say, "Just who told you to get out of bed? I'm not done with you yet." 

He stops in his tracks and looks at me with a raised eyebrow and walks back to the bed. I'm now standing, ready to run and block the door if I have to. Laughing I tell him to get back into bed. He looks at me, his eyes full of surprise, but gets back into bed and sits up.

Man: I am almost to the bathroom door when I hear her commanding voice telling me to stop. Momentarily stunned by the tone of her voice, I turn and look at her quizzically.

"Oh, really?" I respond, wondering what she means by 'not done with me yet'. 

I walk back over to the bed and hearing her laughter, I slide back into the bed at her request and adjust the pillows so that I am sitting up.

Woman: "Stay put," I admonish him "I'll be back in a minute."

I leave the room, running to get to the oven. I pull out the dish, set it on the counter, and prepare the rest of the breakfast, placing it on a tray retrieved from one of the cabinets. I then pick up the tray and return to the bedroom.

As he sees me walk in, he smiles. I walk over to his side and pull the legs down on the serving tray, setting it in front of him.

"My way of thanking you for all of the wonderful surprises you've given me on this trip," I say. 

Moving to the side of the bed, I crawl up and sit cross-legged next to him, waiting for him to take the first bite.

Man: Seeing that she is waiting for me to take a bite, I reach for a fork and taste a bit of the egg dish. It is delicious and a moan of delight escapes my lips, causing her to smile. 

"This is wonderful dear. I had no idea you were such a good cook." 

Ravenous, I take another bite and say, "Please join me, dear, so that I don't feel like a total pig here."

Woman: His 'mmmmm' as he takes a bite delights me and I relax when he asks me to join him. I am rather hungry myself and dig in. Sitting there with him feels so natural; I am at peace as we eat.

"I really hate having to leave. This has been so wonderful." 

He smiles at me with a playful look in his eyes. 

Man: I have to grin and say to her, "Well, the trip isn't over yet...and won't be for at least three days."

I look at her expectantly, waiting for her response to this bombshell.

Woman: I can't believe what I've just heard. 

"Three more days?" I say, a frown crossing my face. 

The only thing I have to wear is the black dress I came in. 

Tilting my head to the left, I say, "Ummm, you might have warned me. I don't have any other clothes." 

In a sarcastic tone, part of me wanting the answer to be yes, I say, "Unless it was your plan to keep me naked for those three days?"

Man: I wolf down the remainder of the delicious breakfast and move the tray aside. 

"Au contraire, ma chere", I say as I pull on my boxers and cross the room. 

From a closet, I retrieve a handful of bags and boxes. I bring them back to the bed and open them, laying out a selection of beach wraps, swimsuits, t-shirts and shorts that I have purchased. They are in what I hope is close to her size.

Woman: I'm astonished that he took the time to pick out clothes for me. I pull out a bathing suit and glance at the size. He has hit it dead on the mark. Smiling at him, I wonder how this can get any better. I run my hands through all the clothes in shock. 

I reach out and take him in his arms. Looking up at your smiling eyes, I lower his head and kiss him with all of the desire that I have been holding back. He pulls me off the bed and holds me in his arms, kissing me. Man: I sense her desire for me in her kiss and her hug tells me that she is happy with the clothes I bought for her. I kiss her back with equal passion, holding her close to me.

Pulling back a bit, I say, "I need to take a shower, dear."

Woman: My head is spinning from his kiss, my arms still around him, and I have a wicked idea.

Looking at him with desire in my eyes, I say, "Let me start the shower for you."

Man: As she looks at me and offers to start the shower for me, I realize that it is likely to be more than just the water that gets turned on.

Woman: Pulling free of him, I lead him to the bathroom. I step into the shower and start the water, pulling him in after me. As the water rains down on us, I begin bathing him, washing his hair and sensuously caressing his head. My hands move to his neck kneading the muscles in a slow massage to relax him. I begin rinsing the soap from his hair and take up a cloth to wash his back and sexy butt. I press my body against his as I reach around and wash his chest, stomach and thighs. Moving to wash his arms and torso, I turn him around and caress away the soap. He is now facing me and I can see that he is aroused again. I reach down and taking his cock in my hands, I begin to gently wash it. Finishing up, I wash his legs and feet, my touch communicating just how much I want him.

Man: Allowing her to lead me to the shower, I step in after her and she begins to wash me. My body tingles with delight as she pampers me, washing me slowly, sensually and by the time she reaches down to wash between my legs, I have a raging hard on for her. I feel like a king and unable to resist the urge to kiss her any longer, I squeeze her in a passionate embrace and with her help, thrust my hard cock into her and we make love there against the shower wall.

Woman: He reaches to embrace me, my heart races, and I am overcome with desire. Kisses and caresses rain down on me like the water from the showerhead and I feel like a wild animal in the throes of passion. His touch, our bodies pressed together, the coolness of the shower walls, all of these sensations combining erotically making me want more of him. Hands about his neck and legs around his waist, I match his energetic thrusts. Moaning in delight as my orgasm builds; I lose all thoughts except for the desire for us to cum together in an explosive release of joy.

Man: Moving with her in rhythm, I am a little surprised at the wild abandon with which she responds. Her quickening breath, her arched back and the trembling of her body communicates her need and I move forcefully, thrusting hard and deep. Panting with exertion as I get close to cumming, I tighten my embrace and I soon feel her body tensing and trembling. 

I whisper to her huskily, "Cum for me dear."

Woman: Feeling the warmth of his breath on my neck and hearing him ask me to cum, I let my orgasm carry me away, screaming out "Yes, yes, NOW". 

Back arching, legs tightening, my head thrown back, I feel my orgasm wash over me.

Man: Her pussy tightening on my cock as her body tenses and she cries out, I explode, growling deep in my chest, my second release of the morning. I hold her tightly to me; her large firm breasts pressed against my chest as our shared orgasms rock us.

Leaning heavily against the wall of the shower following our shared orgasm, I whisper to her, "You are going to be the death of me." 

I am exhausted, but the euphoria I feel is exquisite. I kiss her gently as I stand to rinse under the warm water.

Woman: Spent from the intensity of our lovemaking, I watch him rinsing himself. He turns to see me slipping down the wall slowly and pulls me to him and rinses me as well. The water pouring over me breathes some life back into me and I gaze up at him and smile. With a tender kiss, he steps from the shower, pulling me after him and starts to towel me dry. Still rocked by the after effects of our passion, I reach out to steady myself against the door of the shower.

Man: Seeing her as weak as a kitten, I dry her off, holding her close to me, loving the warmth and softness of her skin. Kneeling down in front of her, I hug her waist and worship at the feet of my goddess. Kissing her gently on the stomach, I am tempted to start again by licking her pussy. Instead, I wrap her up tightly in the towel and sweep her into my arms, carrying her back into the bedroom. Her arms are draped around my neck as I carry her and I set her down on the love seat. I move to clear a space for her on the bed and transfer her from the love seat to that space.

"Rest a bit dear, while I clean up and then we can plan the afternoon." 

Lightly kissing her on the forehead, I stand and start clearing away the dishes and the other things on the bed. Seeing her there sleepily watching me, I smile at her. Never have I known such warmth from another person. I carry the dishes to the galley, where I wash and put them away. 

Making my way back to the cabin, I put away her clothes and see her watching me as I move about the room. It suddenly dawns on me that I am stark naked and I blush, although why being naked in front of her after the events of the morning should invoke such a response is beyond me. I slip into a robe and gather the rest of the debris from last night and take it away to the galley.

Woman: It is my turn to feel pampered as he lays me down on the bed and cleans up a bit. I watch him for a while and then doze off as my exhaustion overtakes me. 

A little while later, I hear a sound, open my eyes, and smile as I see him blushing. He puts on a robe and leaves the room. Getting up, I feel a little sore from the activities of the morning. Moving to the dresser, I dress in a pair of white jean shorts and a light blue tee shirt. Crossing to the bathroom, I enter and notice in the mirror how flushed I am. No one has ever made me feel the way he has. After touching up my hair and make-up, I set out in search of where he has gone.

Man: I am just finishing up the dishes and drying my hands as she enters the galley. I pull her to me in a warm embrace and see that she has put on some of he clothes I bought for her. She looks very cute in her shorts and tee shirt and I give her a pat of the bottom as I hold her in my arms, rocking slowly side to side. 

Woman: "Mmmm," I say as I lay my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes, and enjoying this tender moment. 

Softly I say, "I never expected this, but I couldn't be happier than I am at this very moment". 

I look up to see him looking down at me smiling. Then feeling myself returning to normal, I say, "What are we going to do now?" 

Man: "Dear, it looks like we're where we are supposed to be, but I need to check the instruments on the bridge to make sure," I say. "If we are, then I thought that we could go ashore and enjoy the beach and a swim and then have dinner on shore this evening." 

Woman: "That sounds wonderful. I'll need to go put on a bathing suit before we leave. Do you want me to help you prepare dinner before that?" 

Man: Looking at her, I reply, "I was planning to grill some fish and have some salad for dinner, dear. If you like, you could load the picnic basket with the dishes and utensils that we'll need and put the vegetables for the salad into the cooler while I check the bridge." 

Woman: I reach up and give you a quick kiss on the cheek and a playful squeeze on the butt. 

"Sounds good," I say, turning and starting to gather the dinner things.

I double check to make sure I have everything we need then go to the bedroom to pick out one of the bikinis he purchased for me. I laugh to myself thinking, 'This IS what a man would pick out.' There wasn't much to it...a few strings and small pieces of material. Shaking my head and laughing, I put the suit back, opting not to bring one. I return to the galley and pick up the picnic basket then make my way to the bridge.

Man: As she begins gathering things, I run down and throw on a pair of board shorts and a tank top before going to the bridge. Checking the autopilot program, I see that it has run to completion and that we are a few miles south of the U.S. border, anchored off the coast of Mexico. Looking towards shore and seeing the rolling dunes typical of the barrier islands along the Gulf Coast, I set about programming the next part of our journey. 

I hear her coming and look up. Crossing to her, I take the picnic basket from her and we head together to the bow of the boat, where the inflatable skiff is stored. Setting the basket down and opening the locker I remove the inflatable skiff, dropping it over the side as I activate the inflation device, holding securely to the rope so it won't drift away. I tie the raft off and taking the small outboard motor from the locker, I climb over the side using a small ladder and climb into the boat and attach the motor to the back of the raft. I then climb back up the side of the yacht. 

"Would you hand me the picnic basket, dear?"

Woman: Biting my lip nervously as I realize that I am going to have to climb down into the tiny skiff, I hear him ask me for the picnic basket and hand it to him. 

Man: Taking the basket from her, and placing it in the skiff, I notice that she seems a bit nervous. Sensing that she might be afraid of climbing down to it, I climb back up the ladder and I take her in my arms as I say, "Don't be nervous dear. I'll go down the ladder ahead of you so that I can catch you if you start to slip." 

Woman: Feeling comforted in his arms, I reach up and kiss him on the cheek. "Thank you so much. I'm afraid of heights and didn't realize until now that I'd have to climb down a ladder. I know it's silly, but I can't help it." 

Man: Caressing her tenderly, I say, "I'll keep you safe and it's only a few feet dear. I won't let anything happen to you, I promise."

Rummaging in the locker again, I retrieve the portable grill and screen tent we will want on the beach. Using a length of rope, I lower the items into the skiff and then climb down after them and arrange them so that we have room to sit. The moving up the ladder, I motion to her that it is time to come down the ladder with me.

"Just keep looking at the ladder and I'll be below you to keep you safe," I say as I guide her to the ladder and start down. 

Woman: Taking a deep breath and turning around, I take that hardest step, the first one. I follow his advice and look straight ahead as I move down and as I feel his hands on my hips and sliding up my sides, I relax and before I know it, I am in the skiff and in his arms. 

Man: Soothing her in my embrace, I whisper to her, "Relax here dear, while I get a few more things."

Helping her to sit down, I go back up one more time. I run to the kitchen, realizing that I have forgotten the main course for dinner. Quickly packing an insulating bag with ice and the fish for dinner, I then head to the bedroom and pack a bag with towels, hair brush and comb, and a few other secrets for later and bringing the bags with me, I return to the skiff and her.

Climbing swiftly down the ladder, I start the outboard and start guiding the boat to shore. The tide is moving in and there is a slight chop to the water. I go slowly so that I don't dump my precious cargo into the surf and we finally reach water shallow enough for me to stand in. I jump over the side of the raft, lift the outboard out of the water and start pulling the raft the final few yards to the beach. 




Maiden Voyage: The Next Day



I offer my hand to help her from the boat and onto the beach. Once she is safely out of the raft, I pull the boat up and out of the surf. I start unloading, setting the items on the beach and then pull the raft even farther up the beach so that it won't drift away. 

Woman: Watching him as he ascends the ladder once more, I admire his cute butt. As I wait for him to return, I take in the breathtaking scenery. The water is brilliantly blue and the white sand beach looks so inviting. I turn as he returns with a couple more bags and we start for shore. 

Upon reaching the shore, I offer to help, but he insists on doing it alone. I watch him work, kicking off my shoes and wiggling my toes in the warm sand. After he has the boat safely ashore, I move next to him, feeling his heat. A light sheen of sweat glistens on his brow and I gaze into his green eyes and smile warmly. 

"Are you sure I can't help? I'm not helpless you know," I say as I flex my biceps. "Here...feel for yourself."

Man: I chuckle at seeing her flex for me. I reach out with my hands and make appropriately admiring murmurs as I feel her muscles. 

"With those muscles, I better watch out and not make you mad," I say before bursting into laughter.

I duck as she makes a face and swings her small fist my way, which I grab and use to pull her into my arms.

I quickly kiss her as she wriggles in my grasp and say, "Of course you can help my dear." 

I hand her the picnic basket, the insulated bag, and pointing out a spot down the beach a bit, say, "I think that over there would be a good spot to set up the screen tent." 

Woman: 'This stuff weighs a ton,' I think to myself as I stumble my way down the beach with my load of items.

Man: I load up with the remaining items for our little camp and set off after her, catching up to her quickly with my long strides. We reach a likely spot and I set down my load and take the items she is carrying. Then handing her a beach towel to sit on, I toss her the sunscreen.

"Why don't you spread this out and get comfy and put some sunscreen on before you burn that lovely skin of yours."

Woman: I spread out the towel and sitting down, I apply the sunscreen. Once I am satisfied, I ask him if there is anything I can help him set up?

Man: Removing the tent from its bag, I hand her a small bag of stakes and poles and ask, "Can you open this for me?"

With practiced efficiency and her help, we quickly raise the screen tent and holding open the door and bowing grandly, I say, "Your palace awaits, my queen." 

Woman: Entering the spacious tent, I turn and beckon to him, saying in my best British accent, "You may attend your queen, sir knight."

As he enters, I see that his skin has taken on a faint red glow and motion for him to sit. Ducking outside for a second, I retrieve the sunscreen and return to him, saying, "Let me put some of this sunscreen on you. The sun has already kissed you."

Man: "As you command, my queen," I reply and sit down in the center of the tent.

Woman: He shudders as I squirt some of the sunscreen on him and start to massage it into his broad shoulders, back, and neck. Finishing up, I kiss him on the top of the head and ask, "How about a swim now?"

Man: A warm feeling of relaxation creeps over me as I sit, enjoying the feeling of her hands massaging the sunscreen into my skin.

In response to her question, I lazily reply, "Yes, a nice refreshing swim would be lovely right about now." 

Woman: With a smirk, I dash from the tent, yelling, "Race ya."

I am already half way to the water's edge when I hear him say something about not playing fair. I glance back and giggle as I shed my shirt. Reaching the water's edge, I strip off my shorts and toss them up the beach and then stand there posing for him enticingly before running into the cool water and turning to wait for him to join me.

Man: "Hey...that's not fair," I yell after her, but jump up and start after her. 

I watch as she sheds her clothes on the way down to the water and seeing her naked body splashing in the surf, I quickly follow suit. Peeling off my tank top and struggling out of my board shorts, I run down into the water after her, finally catching her and grabbing her around the waist. 

Woman: I feel his arms encircle me and laughing, I say, "What took you so long?" 

He responds by dunking me and I come up sputtering and splashing water in his face with my hands, but instead of letting go, he pulls me more tightly into his warm embrace, calling my name and asking me to stop. I relent and looking up at him, I think, 'He is so handsome.' 

Man: Holding onto her as she struggles in my arms, I say, "Please stop." 

Pulling her more tightly to me, she stops and I see her look up at me; so beautiful, my lovely goddess of the sea. I loosen my grip slightly, then kiss her hard on the mouth, my tongue chasing hers and the pressing of her ample breasts to my chest raises my temperature noticeably. 

Woman: Breathless from his kiss, my arms snake around his neck and I take a handful of his hair, tugging gently. The evidence of his arousal comes in the form of his hard cock pressing against me and I respond by pressing my hips closer to him. I can't believe how much this man stirs my passion. The waves surging around us feel heavenly and our kissing becomes primal as I wrap my legs about his waist. 

Man: So tempted to take her right there in the surf, I resist as I think of my plans for her later on tonight. I whisper to her huskily, "Love, as much as I want you right here and now, I have plans for us later."

Woman: Pouting slightly at having misread the signs, I am taken aback by his words and say, "Oh...ok. Well, I did invite you in for a swim, so let's swim." 

Standing up with my arms around his neck, I pull his head down and kiss him. Releasing him, I begin to move out into the surf. I hear him calling after me not to go too far. I slow down and tread water as I see him coming towards me. As he reaches me, he says we are out far enough and should go back.

The devil in me comes out and I challenge him, "I'll race you back to shore. The winner gets what ever they want for the rest of day. Deal?"

Grinning as he nods in agreement, we count off and on three, we start swimming. He is a powerful swimmer and quickly outpaces me and by the time I reach the shore, he is standing there with a towel in his hands, waiting to wrap it around me.

Man: Beating her handily, I reach shore and as I stand there with a towel around my waist, I watch in wonder at her graceful strokes and she walks from the surf. Sunlight in her hair and the water glistening on her body, I imagine her my Venus, rising slowly out of the sea. The vision is striking and as she reaches me, I suddenly sweep her off of her feet and carry her back to the tent.

Recalling her sexy pout earlier when I resisted the urge to make love to her in the surf, I lay her down and begin to gently towel her dry. Once dry, I reach for the sunscreen and begin to gently massage it into her soft, supple skin.

She purrs as I touch her and I roll her over onto her stomach and as I work in the sunscreen, I ask, "Would my queen like the complete massage?" 

Woman: My skin feeling so alive and in heaven as he skillfully caresses my body, I murmur, "That sounds delicious."

Man: My hands move to the small of her back and she wriggles to get more comfortable as I begin stroking her back up along her spine and out over her shoulders, with each stroke applying a little more pressure. Then, I begin gently kneading her back, working all tension from her muscles. She visibly relaxes each moment as I work her body.

Her pleasure evident, I begin a light tapping massage on her back, striking lightly with the edge of my hands, my fingers loose. She lightly moans her pleasure and I finish off her back with long slow strokes again over the entire length of her back.

"Feeling relaxed, my dear?" I ask. 

Woman: So relaxed that I am almost asleep, I hear a distant voice asking me if I am relaxed and it takes a conscious effort to murmur softly, "Hmmmmmmm." 

Man: Beginning again with the long, gentle caresses, I move down now to work on her cute fanny and legs gently lifting each leg and kissing the soles of her feet. I work the leg muscles, kneading again, feeling every ounce of tension slip from her body. Finally, having worked my way all the way to her feet, I kiss each toe in turn before gently rolling her onto her back.

My hands on her thighs signaling my desire, she moves her legs apart a bit so I can see her delicious pussy. My cock gets hard almost immediately, but this is my gift to her. Stroking her legs, starting at her soft patch of downy hair just above her clit, I move down her legs and feel the tension melt from her. Running my fingertips back up her legs, I feel her tremble and I bend to kiss her stomach. She shivers slightly at my kiss and I love the slightly salty taste of her skin.

"Feeling good?" I ask.

Woman: Loving the feel of his hands, my body reacts to his sensual touches. The fires of my passion burn deep within me as his hand play my body. Hearing his voice pulls me back to reality I open my eyes, and peering at him through my lashes, say in a throaty voice, "Oh, yeeesss...please don't stop."

Man: My attention turns to her ample breasts and I move my hands up to these lovely globes. Lovingly cupping each in my hands, I tease the nipples, feeling them harden and bend to kiss them both in turn. 

Woman: A soft moan escapes my lips as he teases my breasts, sending sensations straight to my clit. Hands moving with a mind of their own, I start to play with myself, feeling the moisture gathering there, and I ache with desire for release. 

Man: The sight of her touching herself inflames me and I move her hands gently away as I move down between her legs. Wrapping her legs around my neck, I begin planting soft kisses on her pussy, tasting her and then begin licking her with the tip of my tongue along the length of your hot, moist sex.

Woman: My body alive, responding to his touch, craving more as my orgasm builds, a crescendo of pleasure that keeps growing with every caress. Panting hard, hips rocking, back arching, and moaning loudly, his tongue plays me like a virtuoso playing a piano. 

Man: The trembling of her thighs inspires me to greater heights of passion, my tongue and lips ravishing her pussy, desiring nothing but for her to cum for me. Reaching over to a bag nearby, I decide to kick it up a notch and take out a small vibrator. Wetting it with my mouth and by rubbing against her wet pussy, I push it slowly inside of her as I lick and suck her beautiful hard clit. Once inside, I use it to drive her closer and closer to oblivion.

Woman: Just as I think I have reached the limit of pleasure I can bear, I hear a humming and feel a vibrator inside of me.

My body spasms uncontrollably and I scream out "Oh my God...Yes...Yes." Waves of pleasure inundate me and my pussy feels like a river as my juices flow copiously. Racked with pleasure, I couldn't move if I wanted to. Total relaxation sets in and I reach out to touch his face and smile softly. 

Man: Feeling her relax following her climax, I remove the vibrator and gently lick away the wetness of her pussy and pat her dry with the towel.

Lying next to her, I whisper to her, "Repayment for the pleasures of the morning."

Hand slowly tracing circles on her stomach, I caress her until I hear her drift off to sleep, breathing slowly and softly.

Woman: Wanting to return a measure of the pleasure he has given me, but unable to move, I snuggle closer to him, drifting off to a blissful sleep, feeling his warmth and the breeze blowing through the tent. Man: Moving slowly so as not to disturb her, I slip from the tent and adjust the tent flaps to shade her from the sun. I put my shorts back on and retrieve the rest of our clothes from the beach where we dropped them for our swim. Folding them neatly, I put them inside the tent where she can find them when she wakes.

Feeling energized, I slip from her side and make a quick trip back to the yacht for a few more things that I think we could use. Then I return to shore and check on my sleeping beauty. 

Woman: Opening my eyes and stretching languidly, I am momentarily disoriented until I recall where I am. Noticing that I am nude because of the warm breeze softly blowing over me, I reach out for him only to find him gone. Sitting up, I see my clothes folded neatly in a corner and crawl over to them and put them on. Sitting back on my heels, I notice him standing outside watching me. 

Man: Watching her dress, I realize that she might like to clean up a bit. I say to her, "If you want to rinse off, I'll set up the shower, but the water won't be warm for a while." 

Woman: Stepping from the tent, I smile at him and say, "Ya know, that sounds good. I'd like to rinse off some of this sand." 

Man: Setting up the solar shower for her, I fill it with water so it will start to heat.

"There you go dear, but the water is lukewarm at best right now," I warn.

Woman: I pick up the towel, walk past him, and respond, "I think I can handle it."

Winking at him as I pass, I strip and pull the cord, causing the water to spill over me. I hadn't realized how warm my skin was and the contrast of the cool water hitting it causes me to scream piercingly. I hear him laugh, but don't dare look at him. Finishing quickly, I dry off, eager to get my clothes back on. Toweling off my hair, I realize I have no brush and hope that he likes the natural look. 

Man: Turning away to give her a bit of privacy while she rinses off, I turn around again and laugh as she dowses herself with cold water from the shower and screams loudly. Seeing her there with nipples erect from the cold water, I am sorely tempted to grab her and take her back into the tent to make love to her as she stands there nude, but resist the sudden urge. I have to save something for later. I turn again as I hear her approach. Seeing her fuss with her hair, I reach into one of the bags from the boat and offer her a hairbrush.

Woman: "Oh thank you!" I say as I take the offered brush and start running it through my tangled mess. "You've been busy I see. How long was I sleeping?" 

Man: "For about an hour I think," I reply, "Just time enough for me to run out to the yacht and pick up a few things." 

I reach into the bag and remove a small cold sack with some fresh fruit inside. "I thought we could just have a bit of fruit for now and sit outside of the tent on the beach while we eat." 

Woman: Amazed that he had done all of this, I just look at him. He looks at me and asks if something is wrong. I think about teasing him and asking what he would do if a pirate had come ashore and carried me off to his ship while he was gone, but decide against it. No point in giving away all of my personal fantasies right away. 

I reach up to touch his face and smile, as I reply, "Nothing wrong. I am just amazed by all you've done. Now how about that lunch you promised me?"

Smiling up at him I say, "How many more surprises do you have up your sleeve?"

Man: As I think about what I still have in mind for later, I cock my eyebrow at her and respond, "Wouldn't you like to know." 

I chuckle and say; "There are some other clothes in one of the bags if you like, including a wrap for your waist if you would rather wear your swimsuit than those shorts." 

Woman: Finding the bag with the clothes in it, I wonder what deviltry he has planned, but all I say as I take a beach wrap from the bag is, "Thank you."

Ducking back inside the tent, I peel off my shorts and tie the wrap about my waist, and pull the shirt to one side, tying it into a knot. I consider putting on one of the swimsuits in the bag, but loving the feel of the warm breeze between my legs, I don't. Chuckling to myself, I wonder how long it will take him to realize that I am naked beneath the wrap. Moving back outside the tent to his side, I give him a big squeeze.

Man: While she is changing, I set out a light lunch of chilled fruit and some fresh cold water. I am viewing my handiwork when she comes up behind me and gives me a big squeeze. I turn in her arms and hug her back and we sit down together to eat. 

Woman: As I hug him, I say, "This trip has been lovely. Thanks for inviting me."

Man: I smile at her as she thanks me. Then I spear a piece of fruit and offer it to her saying, "May I feed you?"

Woman: Offering to feed me is such a turn on. I lean in and take the offered fruit and slowly pull it off of the fork. It is cold and feels so good in my mouth. I raise my eyes to see him watching intently. Smiling, I pick up a fork and taking a piece of fruit, offer it to him.

Man: I smile at her as she takes the offered fruit, then accept a bite from her. I love feeding her as much as I like being fed by her. I feel like a prince, courting his queen in ancient Rome.

Enjoying the afternoon sun, we sit in silence, feeding each other and simply taking pleasure in each other's company. I can't think of anything I would rather be doing and I hope that she shares the feeling with me.

I really do love having her here with me and think back to the first time we met. It was just a few weeks ago, but it seems that I have known her for years. The memory fills my thoughts.

I remember seeing her across the room at the University where I work as a computer programmer. It was mere chance that I was there instead of at my desk and I thank my lucky stars that they called me in to fix a problem with the closed class display module. 

She was standing there; looking up at the monitors, waiting for the list to reappear so that she could register for the classes she wanted. I put the finishing touches in a minor repair to the code and as I finished, I looked up to see that she had crossed the room and was now standing directly in front of me. 

"May I help you, I asked?" as she stood there.

I am roused from my daydream by the touch of her hand on my face and I smile at her as I say, "Sorry dear, I was daydreaming."

Woman: Reaching out, I touch his face, bringing him back to the present, whispering, "A penny for your thoughts."

Man: Smiling as she rouses me from my daydream, I say, "Just thinking about the day we met." Looking at her now, sitting across from me, I count myself lucky that I wasn't in my office that day.

Woman: "Oh yes," I say, remembering what a crazy day that was and how lost I felt. I had just moved to the city and needed to register for my classes. I couldn't figure out what I was supposed to do, and he seemed to know what was going on. I was very nervous asking for his help but I needed to sign up for the classes. 

Man: "I've often wondered why you approached me that day." 

Realizing that the why isn't important, but that being here with her now is, I offer her another piece of fruit and dab at her chin with my napkin as a dribble of juice from the fruit runs down her chin. 

Woman: "I'd been in the city for two weeks and was lonely. You seemed nice and looked like you might know how to work the system. Actually I'm surprised I worked up the courage to approach you." 

I paused, thinking back to that day. "You surprised me too. Remember...after helping me figure out what I needed to do, you asked me out for coffee?" 

Man: "I couldn't believe that I did that either," I reply as I gently stroke her face, "But I couldn't let you get away...there was something about you that I fell for almost immediately." 

Woman: I reach for his hand and kiss his palm. I didn't know he felt that way. I knew he was attracted to me, but his statement was a surprise. 

"I never knew you felt that way. I'm really touched, and so glad to be here with you right now." 




Maiden Voyage: The Next Day



Man: Her gentle kiss on my palm is so tender and touching. I feel myself growing more attached to her with each passing moment . We sit in silence, feeding each other, content in each other's company. The sounds of the surf and the gentle breezes create just the right feeling. When the meal is finally finished, I am reluctant to break the moment and silently clear away the remains or our feast and then lay back to look at the sky. A quiet lethargy steals over me as I lay there, a combination of a full stomach and the warm sun making me lazy, and I drift off to sleep.

Woman: I watch him as he cleans up, lost in my own thoughts. He stretches out next to me and I lay with him, my head on his shoulder, so content and happy. I realize I must have dozed off, because I am awakened when he shifts his body. I sit up and look down at him sleeping so peacefully. I smile to myself, and looking at my watch, see that I've slept for a little over two hours. Quietly getting up, I walk toward the water's edge. The water washes over my feet as I walk, looking for seashells. As I walk, I think back to our earlier conversation on our first meeting. I can't believe my good fortune. 

After I had registered for my classes, we went to a coffee shop. He was such a gentleman, opening the door for me, and when we found an open table, he pulled the chair out for me. He asked me what I wanted to drink and then went to the counter to place our order. I watched him as he brought the drinks back. We sat there for over an hour, but it seemed like only a few minutes. We found that we had a lot in common, and he had me laughing most of the time. 

Before we left, he asked me out again for that Friday evening. We walked out of the coffee shop and parted. As I walked down the street, I was smiling. I couldn't wait for Friday. Later that night he called me. I was so happy he did. We must have talked for 3 hours that night, and we talked every night after that until Friday. 

He arrived on time for our date and was quite handsome. I could tell that he was a little nervous, which added to his charm. I asked him to wait as I got my things together. He took to me one of his favorite restaurants and then for a tour of the city. We stopped at a park and walked for a while, all the while, never stopping talking. When he took me home, he gave me an incredible hug and a kiss on the cheek.

From that night on, we spent as much time together as we could. He was always the perfect gentleman and I wasn't sure how he really felt about me until this trip. I am so thrilled that he cares about me. I had hoped he would feel about me the way I feel about him. 

I glance back to where he is sleeping, only to see smoke rising, and realize that he is awake. I walk back to where he is, looking at the seashells I've collected. I know I'll keep them as a memory of this trip. I'm so happy to have found such a marvelous man.

Man: I wake up and realize that I must have dozed off after lunch. You aren't there, but as I sit up and start looking, I notice you walking slowly down the beach, stopping every so often to look at something in the sand. Probably looking at shells.

Glancing at my watch, I see that I've been sleeping for about three hours and as I am feeling rather gritty, I decide to rinse off in the shower and change into some new clothes.

The water in the portable shower is warm and after rinsing and putting on a fresh pair of shorts and a clean shirt, I feel human again. I decide to start dinner, so that it will be ready when she gets back.

Retrieving the grill and charcoal from the bags, I start the fire and while the coals are getting ready, I take some foil and start preparing the fish I wanted to cook her for dinner. I put in some green onions, some lemon, and some jumbo shrimp and as I finish, I notice that you are approaching, a peaceful smile on your face and I set the wrapped fish on the grill.

"Did you enjoy your walk?"

Woman: "Yes, very much. I found the prettiest shells. See?"

Man: "They are almost as lovely as you," I say.

Indicating the grill, I say, "I've started dinner. Some fish and shrimp and I have the fixings for a salad if you would like to help."

Woman: "Of course, I would love to help." Setting the shell down, I walk over to the shower and wash off my hands. Then returning to him smiling, I ask, "What would you like me to do?"

I hand you a bowl and the salad things, saying, "There's lettuce and cherry tomatoes and some chopped celery in here. Just toss them together in the bowl and we can have that while the fish finishes cooking."

Woman: Taking the bowl from him I kneel down and begin to put the salad together. I watch him as he moves about, smiling. I put a portion of salad on two plates, with forks. I get up and look for some salad dressing which I find I give it a good shake and set it on the blanket. I pick up the plates and set them on the blanket as well. "The salad is ready when you are."

Turning and checking that the fish is okay on the grill, I turn back and say, "Just a few more minutes for the fish, so let's go ahead with the salad."

I sit across from her and feel so domestic. Being with her just feels so right and I can't think of any other place in the world that I would like to be.

Picking up my plate, I start eating the salad and murmur, "This is delicious."

Woman: Laughing at his statement, I reply, "Thank you, I slaved all day making this for you." Taking a bit of the salad, I see the amused look in he eyes. "Dinner smell wonderful."

Man: I chuckle at her as I eat my salad. Turning to retrieve a bottle of wine from the cooler, I grab some glasses and pour some for both of us. Handing her a glass, I offer a toast, "My compliments, milady. You have outdone yourself."

Woman: Taking the glass I raise it to his toast. Giggling softly, I say, "Only the best will do for you, and only the best shall you have." Then wink at him before sipping the wine.

Man: Setting my plate aside, I turn and check the fish. It is done and I ask her, "Can you hand me a plate, please?"

Woman: Picking up the plate and kneeling up, I lean slightly forward, handing him the plate and making sure my fingers lightly brush his hand.

Man: Taking the plate in one hand, I use my other to take her hand and kiss it lightly. I open the foil around the fish and serve her a piece of it on the plate she has handed me. I add a couple of the shrimp and hand it back to her, saying, "Bon appetite."

Woman: Taking the plate the aroma fills my nostrils. I hold the plate up closer to my nose and breathe in deep. Looking back at him I wait until he has his plate ready, then begin to eat. I see him watching me. I take a bit of the fish and haven't tasted anything like it. I close my eyes and say, "Mmmmmm, this is so good."

Man: Pleased that she likes it, I take a portion for myself and start to eat. It has turned out just like I wanted and I silently thank my father for teaching me how to cook this particular recipe. "Thank you. It's a recipe my dad taught me."

Woman: "Your dad did a good job in teaching you. This is delicious." We finish the meal in silence watching the sun starting to set. I set the plate down, touching his hand, "Thank you for the wonderful meal."

Man: "You're welcome angel," I say to her as I gaze back at her. 

She has a warm glow from the afternoon sun and the wind in her hair reinforces the impression of her as Venus just coming out of the waves. Her touch is soft and delicate and I gaze at her with undisguised love. I reach out and take her hand in mine.

I stand and pull her to her feet and kissing her and whispering to her softly as I do, "Let's take a walk along the water and enjoy the sunset." 

Woman: As he pulls me up and kisses me my heart skips a beat. I nod in agreement to walking on the beach. The clouds, so big and fluffy, and the light changing the sky to a lovely shade of red, I put my hand in his and we start off down the beach. I am so happy.

As we are walking I bump him with my hip, and look up at him playfully and say, "Oh I'm so sorry," trying to stifle a giggle. 

Man: Her playful mood tells me how happy she is and as she flirts with me, I smirk as I think of what I have planned as we stroll around a bend in the beach.

As we come around the bend, we see one of the man made jetties that are designed to help stop the beaches from eroding. This particular one is made of large slabs of granite that slant up out of the water. I reach out to give her a love pat on her cute little butt and realize that under the wrap; she is not wearing a bathing suit. 

With the realization that she has been nude under the wrap since lunch, I am very aroused. I lead her towards the jetty and pulling her by her hand after me, I walk over to one of the large slabs of granite and lean back. 

I say to her, "Let's lay back here against the warm rocks and watch the sunset."

Woman: He startles me when he swats my behind, and I look up at him grinning at me. All I want to do is hug him, and I wonder if he has noticed that I am not wearing anything under my clothes. He helps me up on a granite slab and I cuddle up to him as we lean back, the cool water on my legs feels wonderful. Looking up at he clouds I start to form pictures with them. 

I feel his hand resting on the side of my breast and from time to time feel a light pressure from his fingers. I snuggle in closer to him my head on his shoulder. My hand resting on his leg. I sigh, feeling utter contentment. I could stay in his arms forever. I feel his hand on my face and I look up at him. He leans down and kisses me. 

Man: We lay there, watching as the sun slowly sinks, my arm around her, the feel of the sun warmed granite at our backs and the feel of her head resting on my shoulder. I hear her contended sigh. I want her and as her hand rests on my leg, I feel my desire for her growing. Knowing that she is naked under the wrap only serves to increase this desire and I reach over to gently caress the side of her face and lean down to kiss her. As I do so, I run my hand up the outside of her thigh, my senses alive and my passion mounting rapidly. 

Woman: As his hands move gently over my thighs, I feel myself getting moist. Our kisses grow more passionate and my hand glides up and down his leg. I can feel his erection and I move in front of him. Stroking his chest, I take his hand and pull him up and move my hands to his waistband as I look deep into his eyes.

Man: I reach down to release the knot holding the wrap in place and using my hand, feel between her legs, feeling the moisture there and as she begins to play with the waistband of my shorts, I grow impatient. I stop for a moment and strip off my shorts. I then fumble with the knot in her shirt for a moment before finally freeing it and pulling it over her head. Her breasts call to me and I bend to kiss them. I am overcome with my passion and kiss the nipples, biting them gently and pulling them with my teeth, wanting her more than words can express. I move lower and kiss her on her stomach. 

My hands are all over her, touching her everywhere. I finally move low enough to kiss her warm wet pussy. Heaven reached at last. 

I look up at her and ask her, "Command me my Venus."

Woman: He surprises me with the intensity in which he strips me naked and then does so himself. I am so turned on it take all my will power not to jump on him. He tortures me with pure ecstasy. Hearing his words, telling me to command him is all I need.

I look at him and say huskily, "Take me...take me now". 

Man: I begin kissing her pussy, sucking her clitoris into my mouth, and licking it rapidly. I can't seem to get enough of her and I ravage her pussy with my mouth. My face is wet with her juices and I feel her begin to respond.

Woman: My hands on his shoulders his mouth devouring me and I become dizzy as my orgasm builds, moaning loudly, "Yes...oh don't stop."

Man: Hearing her moans of pleasure and her words begging me not to stop, I lick her clit faster. I want to make her cum. The power I feel as I play her is very erotic. I feel that I have total control over her and it thrills me. I can feel her thighs begin to quiver and I redouble my efforts to make her orgasm. 

Woman: I lose all sense of where I am as I am lost in my desire. I can wait no longer, and I release, my juices spilling on his face. My body trembles and I clutch him to keep from falling over. My legs feeling as though the muscles have left me. I growl deeply in release. My hands are in his hair, pulling it. Oh how he can make my body sing. As my orgasm fade I pull him up and kiss him, tasting my juices on lips, my hand finding him hard. He kisses me with such passion that he takes my breath away. I begin to stroke him, as the water swirls around our legs. His hands moving expertly over my body. I hear him softly moan as I work his hard member and caress his balls. 

I pull back from our kiss, and in a deep, throaty voice say, "I want you to make love to me. Right here, right now!"

Man: Feeling her climax and her plea to make love to her, I move up and mount her, lifting one of her legs and thrusting in deeply. I pause for second and kiss her passionately on the mouth. I then start moving as she groans in delight. I thrust deeply and with some force. I want her so badly I can't stand it. 

Woman: He takes me and makes me know that he wants me as badly as I want him. I wrap my legs around him. Thrusting him deeper into me. I love the force he uses and match his thrusts. My head tossed back enjoying all he is doing to me. My nails digging into his back. I lean forward and kiss his neck, his shoulder and nip at his shoulder, my animal desire coming out. I feel him pumping hard and fast, my body tightening around him.

Man: My breathing is coming in gasps as I get close to release. The lust I feel is almost primal. Feeling her responding to my passion only makes me want her more and the feel of her nails on my back makes me growl in ecstasy. 

I cry out to her, "I love you so much." I am nearing the point of no return. 

Woman: Hearing his declaration of love for me causes me to let go all that has built up inside of me. I lean back and he lowers me so that my back and head are touching the water as our orgasms explode at the same time. His final thrust is strong and hard, and at that moment I feel like I am his and he is mine. He pulls me up to him and I look at him through my lashes. He has a contented smile on his face. 

I move in close and whisper in your ear, "I love you too."

I hold him tight with my legs still wrapped around him. I feel him turning and I drop my legs down and feel him pull out of me, still semi-hard. I slide down your body, your arms wrapped around me.

Man: Her muscles contracting in orgasm, I groan loudly and cum myself. My cock pumping inside of her and her telling me she loves me too, I am in heaven. I turn and caress her as she clings to me and slides down my body. 

Woman: Standing in his arms we feel the water rising. The coolness feels good on my legs and hips. I look up into his eyes and see clearly there for the first time a look of love. 

I say to him, "Did you really mean what you said, or was that just your passion talking?" 

My heart beating so fast, I am afraid it is going to burst out of my chest.

Man: "I love you dearly and it was not just the passion talking," I say huskily. I have wanted to say that for a while now.

"I think about you all the time and wanted to tell you, but was afraid that you might not feel the same way." 

Woman: I pull him closer to me, tears slowly sliding down my cheeks. I've never felt such joy as this before. Looking at you, you kiss my tears away, asking if I am ok. I am too choked up and all I can do is nod. He holds my head in his hand, and occasionally wipes the tears away with his thumbs. I finally gain enough control to speak. 

I can see he is worried, and say, "I've felt the same way, but didn't dare hope that you would return the feeling. I thought I was happy before, but nothing compares to what I am feeling now." 

He wipes way the rest of my tears and kisses me. Gently, tenderly, then the kiss becomes more passionate.

Man: I am so happy to hear her say those words that I get choked up as well. This day has been so incredible. The passion we have shared all day and now the truth of our love. I feel her tears on my skin and bend to kiss them away. Then I kiss her tenderly. Then that passion begins to grow again and I kiss her more intensely. 

Woman: The water has risen and now is at my hips. I feel his arousal and all I can think about is having him inside me again. As we are kissing, our bodies turn and with the waters help; I am able to float. I take his manhood in my hands. It is semi-hard and I guide into my pussy. With my hands I push him in deep, the surprise in his eyes making me smile. 

I move in close and say, "Take me again...make me yours," and with that I begin to thrust him in and out of me.

Man: Feeling her lower herself onto me again and take me inside of her, I grasp her by the waist and begin to match her rhythm. Moving in and out, more gently this time than the last, my passion tempered by my love for her. 

Woman: I wrap my legs around you, and hold you deep inside, just looking into your eyes. You feel so good inside of me. I don't want this to end. I feel you start to move and the rhythm is incredible. I never take my eyes off of you. I want to watch your desire for me and for you to see mine. I want to share this moment with you. My body tenses and I can see in your eyes that you are getting close too.

Man: I stare deep into her eyes and see her love for me like an all-consuming flame. I am breathing heavily and feel her getting close as well, the trembling in her legs that are wrapped around me, holding me a willing prisoner deep inside of her. I feel her body tensing and it triggers my release, causing me to fall into an abyss of pleasure. 

Woman: Seeing him as he releases causes me to let go one more time. This time a warm loving feeling fills me. Our eyes never lose contact. We are one at that very moment, the ocean now swirling around out waist. He leans in and kisses me tenderly, still looking into my eyes. I kiss him back. Then he says we need to go on shore before the water rises too much higher. He sets me on my feet and gathers our clothes. His arm firmly around me we walk back to the shore

Man: The tide coming in rouses me from the dream I have entered and I tell her that we should move back to the shore. Gathering our clothes, we walk out of the water together, my arm around her. When we reach the shore, I lift her into my arms and carry her back to the tent. I set her on her feet outside under the portable shower and using the now warm water inside, I rinse us both clean of the sand and saltwater, caressing her gently. We are both still nude, but I care not at all. I lift her in my arms and carry her inside of the tent. Then content with the world, I pull her down to lay next to me and cuddle and caress her until we both drift slowly off to sleep. 

Woman: As we are walking back to shore, I feel as though I am in a dream. This only happens in movies, never in real life. Once we walk onto the beach, he picks me up. I don't argue but lay my head on his shoulder nuzzling his neck. He takes us to the shower, the water washing the salt and sand off. He then carries me to the tent and lays me down. 

I don't know if he hears me, but as he holds me I softly say, "I love you" and drift off to sleep.



Maiden Voyage to Black



We met online at one of those adult-friend sites. You shared with me how your fantasy is to step outside your marriage with a black man.

So now you and the hubster are in sunny Florida on vacation and he's at least lukewarm to your idea of "trying" another man, but he's still not sure. Frankly, you're pretty nervous about it, too.

Nonetheless, you've arranged to meet me at a club/bar inside your giant hotel in Miami. We meet up at the bar rather than at a table. You look stunning: tight, short little black cocktail dress, no bra, and I'm not sure if you have panties on underneath or not. Red high heels complete your look.

I buy the three of us a round. The club is crowded, lots of colored lights, a pulsing, tribal beat of music makes it hard to hear. You and your hub had started drinking much earlier in the night, so you're pretty uninhibited by now, and he's just downright drunk, mumbling something about how he didn't know you were talking about a black dude.

He sits down at one of the bar stools, you sit on the stool next to him, flashing some hot red panties as you climb up on the stool. I stand next to you, towering over you, really. Soon, the three of us are hitting it off and laughing and he's agreed to let us have a few dances together, fast ones, then a slow one, and I hold you close. You can feel my cock getting hard, pushing against your tummy.

Eventually we're embraced in a hot kiss, tongues exploring. I slowly dance you over to a dark corner of the dance floor and pull up the hem of your dress. I cup and squeeze your ass and start rolling your tight little panties down, exposing your bare ass. You stop me when they're down around your knees, but I insist, and soon you're holding on to me with both hands for balance as you step out of the panties and teeter on your heels.

"I'll hold on to these," I say as I scoop up your red undies from the dance floor.

You smooth and wiggle your dress back down over your bum. "Oh, I want to do it with you, Burt, but I can't," you say and grab my hand and lead us back to your hubby.

Back at the bar, he has his head on the bar top and the bartender is frowning. Time to go.

"C'mon, I'll help you get him up to your room" I say to you, and we each grab an arm and lead your barely functioning hubby to the elevator and up to your room. Once there, we get his sportcoat and pants off and put him to bed.

I immediately take you in my arms and soon we're french kissing passionately. I'm hard, you're wet and panty-less.

"Burt, I really want to, but I just can't. I'm married," you whisper between kisses.

"I do understand. We'll take it slow. I'll call you tomorrow," I say, breaking our embrace. Reluctantly, I head for the door.

"Wait, what about my panties?" You ask, still whispering.

I reach inside my pocket and pull them out. "I'll just keep these as a souvenir. Goodnight, babe."

Part Two: THE NEXT DAY The next morning your hub is pretty hungover. You help him get some food down, along with some aspirin, and put him back to bed. Happily, in your mind, he doesn't really remember too much from the night before.

We've talked briefly on the phone already and arranged to meet downstairs in the hotel lobby for brunch, including orange juice and champagne mimosas.

You look a little tired and sheepish, but also quite lovely: white sundress, strand of white pearls, those same red high heels, and fresh ruby-red lipstick to match those heels. The lobby is sun-drenched and, as you walk in front of the bright windows, the sun has a peek-a-boo, see-through effect on your dress, and your brief white panties and bra are revealed. Exquisite. Yes, your breasts are all harnessed up this morning, you're feeling quite ashamed and embarrassed—and turned on at the same time.

After breakfast we walk out along Miami's South Beach designer shops: Armani, Prada, Versace, Tiffany. At Tiffany I buy you a thin, discreet, gold bracelet. At a little t-shirt and souvenir store I buy you a pair of flip-flop sandals that you put on—easier to walk around in than those gorgeous red heels, which you now carry.

The champagne mimosas, the warm sunshine, the beautiful palm trees, the smell of the ocean, all work to make you feel better and eventually you're hanging on my arm and smiling as we walk. We turn toward the beach and turquoise ocean and find a pleasant, secluded spot in the shade of several palm trees, just behind some sort of city storage building. It's quite private. I take off my linen sports jacket and lay it out on the sand for you. I slide in next to you and take you in my arms. Our passion quickly gets the best of us. 

"Let's get you out of these clothes," I say and slowly pull your sundress over your head. Your bra and panties—your soaked panties— are next. You're now naked except for your pearls, your new bracelet—and your wedding ring.

*** Later, you wake up and you're not sure at first where you are. You open your eyes and see green palm trees and blue sky. You hear the ocean and the distant traffic noise. You feel the soft breeze on your nude breasts.

Now you remember. You're at the beach with me. And then you feel your bottom. Wow. Your bottom is tender and full and wet—and a little chafed. It all comes back to you: an hour or two of lovemaking, the deep penetration, the astonishing size of my cock, the seemingly endless amounts of come I pumped into you in two rounds of passion. You had so many orgasms you lost count. And, apparently, you blissfully fell asleep. You've never felt so fucked out or sated before in your life.

You look around for me, but I'm not there. You reach for your bra, undies, and your sundress. You stand and immediately gobs of come leak out down your legs. You quickly slip on your panties to soak it up. You're a wet mess and more than a little sore.

You finish dressing and look out toward the ocean and see me slowly walking back from a quick dip in the sea.

"Thought I'd let you nap, babe," I say, pulling you into my wet arms and chest, thereby getting your sundress wet.

"I'm a mess," you say and laugh between kisses. And, indeed, you are: semen trickling all the way down your legs, wet panties soaking up the come, and now a partially wet sundress.

Back at the hotel, the slap of your flip-flops echo as we walk through the lobby. You can't help but wonder if people can see the leakage down your legs. Maybe not, but you can certainly feel it.

At the elevator we say our good-byes. You laughingly give me your red high heels. "More souvenirs, they match my panties," you say, winking.

Then you're in your room. Hubby is just now waking up and sitting on the side of the bed. You exchange pleasantries and it's clear he's totally oblivious to the night before. You tell him you've been out shopping.

"I'm going to jump in the shower," you say, and quickly disappear into the bathroom before he can see your disheveled appearance up close. You start the water running for the shower, disrobe and stash the damp dress and soggy undies in a plastic laundry bag. You sit down naked on the toilet to pee. Still more semen comes streaming out first, and you smile, shaking your head.

* * *

The next day on the flight home, everything seems normal. Even your little love bottom isn't as sore. He doesn't ask about us and you don't raise the topic. Don't ask, don't tell has been officially adopted. 

The flight attendant appears with beverage orders. She looks at your wrist admiringly. "Is that a Tiffany bracelet? It's gorgeous."

Hubby looks at the bracelet, obviously noticing it for the first time. Then he looks at you questioningly.

You meet his gaze and whisper, "Darling, I've been a naughty girl."

THE END



Maiden Voyage



All these thoughts, questions, swirled around her head separately and simultaneously and over a period of time. But first, she had to seek help. But from where? Who could she turn to, to ask for help? Who should she tell, and what should she tell them? What was she going to tell her friends, her parents, her brother, her employers, her children, her exes? And when? How, what, where, when? And where should she start? It was all thoroughly overwhelming. .But the biggest question of all, was, why? Why was this happening to her? Why, to echo the words Sonya would ask her in due course, why couldn't she just be normal? 

Jessica did everything wrong to start with. She spent money needlessly, wastefully, on little more than toys, on gimmicks, that were of no real value. She bought make up and tried to make herself look beautiful, and instead, made herself look macabre. She had an impetuous streak, and so it was with coming out too. Once she was sure that she had to at least find out what this meant, which effectively meant that she had to take the road to letting her inner woman free, she came out online, via her MySpace profile. She foolishly uploaded a couple of pictures of her in make up, but didn't think to edit her privacy options until it was too late. Her son found them, and he was understandably horrified. "Oh my god, my dad's a fucking transvestite!" he exclaimed to Sonya. Later that morning, Jessica received a very angry phone call from Sonya, asking her what the hell was going on, and how could she be so insensitive. 

Sonya told her not to talk to their son immediately, to leave it with her and hew new husband for a day or two. Two days later, with a follow up conversation, and Jessica's first conversation with her son since his discovery, Sonya explained to Jessica that she had sat down with their son and her husband, and explained to him that his father was still the same person regardless, and that she still loved him, no matter what. Jessica re-emphasized those words to their son when she spoke to him, apologized for the trauma that his discovery had caused, and explained that, while she really did not know where this road was leading her to, it was something that she had to do. She explained that it was possible that this was a mid-life crisis of sorts, that it may be over in a year or less, or it was possible that this was the real deal, that she really was a woman, but that she would, as Sonya had told him, love him no matter what. 

Sonya and Jessica agreed that Jessica should adopt a separate online identity as she came out, and to maintain the existing one, to which their son would have access, under her old name. This meant choosing a new name. Jessica really had not decided on what she was going to call herself, and this was suddenly all moving rather fast, and had become very real in a very short space of time. She was horrified, and deeply ashamed at herself, that she had caused her son so much hurt through her own thoughtlessness, and resolved to be more careful, more mindful of her family's feelings going forward. But first, there was the name issue. 

Her last name, literally, means judge, so in an effort to ensure that her online identity could not be tracked under any circumstances without her wishing it to be, she opted to change both her first and last name. So, deciding upon Judge as an appropriate temporary replacement for her last name, she then chose Jessica as her first name. And so, for a while at least, she became Jessica Judge. And so began her double life – a woman at home and a man when not. 

The next hurdle was shopping for clothes. Somehow she summoned up the courage to walk into the womenswear department at Wal-Mart to buy clothing and underwear without really knowing what size to buy, certain that every eye in the store was watching her, as she trembled from head to toe in the line at the register, everyone knowing her dirty little secret. She had to make many exchanges, compounding the embarrassment factor. 

Gradually, she began to get it together. One of the first people she spoke to was a close friend, Jamie. When Jamie answered, Jessica asked her, "Hey, do you have a sec; I need to talk to you?" 

"Sure what's up?" 

"Are you sitting down, this is pretty big?" 

"Oh my god, you're not getting a boob job, are you?"

Jessica howled with laughter. "Umm, well, actually, kinda yeah. This is all a bit sudden, but, I've discovered that I'm transgendered, that I'm a woman, and I need some help."

Jamie was mortified, but Jessica just thought it was hilarious: what were the odds that she would ask that? Of course, Jamie agreed to help her friend. In particular, Jessica needed help with make up, and shopping for clothes.

Around the same time, Jessica reached out to a gay friend, asking him if he had any contacts in the transgender community who could help her, and explained why; he provided her with a number of contacts, all of which were useful in their own way. One in particular, Paula, was most supportive and offered to meet with Jessica, and directed her to a support group in nearby Topeka. Another was helpful in a rather different way. She had undergone sexual reassignment surgery (SRS) ten years prior, and fervently urged Jessica to abandon her quest, explaining that her life had become so much more complicated, much harder, and, if she could have the option of making her choice again, she would choose not to go through with her transition. This was helpful, since Jessica found it curious that almost nobody had tried to dissuade her, and this woman's comments forced her to focus once again about the possible pitfalls. This was no whim, this was huge, and the implications for her would be far-reaching and potentially devastating. Once again, she was reminded that she risked losing everything; everything and everyone. 

As she once again thought through her issue, she considered the options: to continue down this road, in the now firm belief that she was indeed a woman, or at very least had to find out for sure; or revert to trying live as a man, to pretend this never happened, or to suppress it. The effect was to steel her resolve; now that Jessica had been let out of the bag, there was no way on earth that she could be put back in, and to pretend that she wasn't real, that she didn't exist. And so, she continued. 

Throughout this time, in the weeks and months since her vacation and her epiphany, events and feelings from her life up to that point continued to pop into Jessica's head, and fall neatly into place – "well that makes more sense now," was a common thought. Once she had accepted that she was a woman, and resolved to do something about it, her vision was clearer. It was like she went from seeing everything in black and white to now, where everything was in color. It was like she had only just started living her life. Nonetheless, there were still many hurdles to clear, fears to overcome, the over-riding one being fear of ridicule, of rejection, of being abused or attacked. She was even more nervous than ever around men now. She continued in coming out to her friends. With each turn, she held her breath, heart in her mouth, fearing the worst. 

She steeled herself late one evening when, at home and dressed in her skirt, she dared to open the door to her apartment glancing out to the night sky to see if anyone was around. She had not dared to set foot outside in women's clothing, and she wanted to be sure nobody was around. As she crossed the street from her apartment late that evening to take her trash to the dumpster, she was so scared she felt physically sick. Over the coming weeks, she stepped outside again and again, finally forcing herself to do so when people, her neighbors, were around, practically running to her car and locking herself in.

Her first trip to the grocery store was even more terrifying. Everyone was staring at her, she knew it. In every aisle another pair of startled, disbelieving and, worst of all, laughing eyes looked at her. She would time her trips to the grocery store, to the post office, to the gas station to when she knew there would be fewer people around. If the parking lot looked too crowded, she chickened out. 

One Sunday, she had to go buy cigarettes. She bought her smokes from the reservation, deep in the heart of red-neck county, middle of nowhere, Kansas. It was with that all too familiar feeling of terror, of her stomach tying itself in knots, as she stepped out of the car, and somehow walked across the forecourt in her heels, denim skirt and tank top. Her breasts were barely beginning to form, and she steeled herself for the laughter, the ridicule that she fully expected. But none came. Instead, some bemused looks, and genuine smiles from the ladies behind the counter, and nothing in their eyes but warmth. A woman who had followed her into the store followed her out also, and as she went to step into her car, Jessica was stopped by the woman, who simply smiled and said, "I like your top."

Gradually, it became easier. But Jessica still had to talk to her boss, and, oh god, her parents. What was she going to tell her parents, and when? She did not want them to hear it from another source, but she was terrified of telling them.

Her manager at the call center was surprised, but supportive, as was the HR department; an announcement was made to the staff, reminding them of the non-discriminatory facets of the company policy. At her second job, a family-run furniture store, it was less easy. The owner insisted that she continue to present herself as male, which became less and less possible as time went by. This, together with her utter exhaustion of having worked two jobs for eight years, caused her to finally quit her second job.

She continued to visit the website where she had found that epiphanous story, where she had been an avid reader of erotica for years. She no longer felt quite so confused about her liking lesbian stories, realizing that she was a lesbian, although, in a cruelly ironic twist, she also feared utter rejection from any "real" lesbians – after all, why would a lesbian, who preferred women, want anything to do with her, with her male genitals? It was a bittersweet experience. Worse, she occasionally sought out transgender stories, to convince herself that she was not alone; yet in almost every one, the former guy, under whatever circumstances, was dressed and had make up applied by his sister, girlfriend, wife, or whatever, and instantly passed as a beautiful woman, yet enjoyed sex as a man. Jessica felt sick: this wasn't her experience at all. Instead, it felt like a caterpillar morphing into a butterfly, but without the benefit of a cocoon, all the while she had FREAK written all over her face, both inside and out. And as for having sex as a man, of using this thing, of putting it inside someone else? It disgusted her. 

So many times, she sobbed herself to sleep. Why, why, why was this so difficult? Why was she born this way? Why wasn't she born with a female body? She just wanted to be beautiful, to look on the outside how she felt on the inside – a woman. She felt cheated. She hadn't experienced a childhood as a girl, didn't go through puberty as a girl, didn't get her period like the other girls, and had missed out on childbirth. And yet... she had two wonderful children whom she adored, she was in a privileged position to have experienced life somewhat as a man, and now, somewhat as a woman. She acknowledged that not many people got to see life from both sides. And so she found, kept finding, the courage to go on. She started undergoing therapy, was referred to an endocrinologist and put onto female and anti-male hormones. She legally changed her name to Jessica seven months after that earth-shattering vacation. 

But she still had to tell her parents. Four months after her vacation, Jessica decided that the time had come. She couldn't keep lying to her parents, and was fearful of them hearing from another source. After the phone call that had left both women in tears, her relationship with her parents became very strained; her dad told her in no uncertain terms that they both found her decision to be hurtful, abhorrent and grotesque. She did her utmost to be sensitive to their feelings, but she almost severed their relationship after being told for the umpteenth how there was no way that her parents could ever accept her as a woman, and how repulsive they found her to be. 

They say time heals everything, and maybe it is true. But in the case of Jessica's relationship with her parents, it took a good deal more effort and a lot of love from both sides. 

After hearing her parents tell of their utter disgust at her, and then reading about it in a letter from her father only a few days later, she called her brother in tears. 

"Peter, you have to speak to them, please? I can't take this any more. I know how they feel, they have made that abundantly, painfully obvious. But do they, Dad in particular, does he really have to tell me about it EVERY time I call, and then back it up with a letter, just in case I didn't get it the first fifty times."

"I don't know what to tell you, sis; it's hard on them, and they don't understand. Heck, I don't understand, but they're our parents, for god's sake. Give them time."

"I know, Pete, I know. But I can only hear them tell me how grotesque they find me so many times. This is hard enough as it is. I don't want to lose touch with them, I really don't; it would break my heart. But, you have to tell them, do or say something to them, please, because if I hear it any more, I am going to have to break off my contact with them myself. I can only handle so much, and I'm really close to breaking."

"Ok, Jess, I'll see what I can do."

Jessica never knew whether her brother actually spoke to their parents or not, but the animosity gradually began to thaw. She pointed out to them that, while she wanted them to accept her as a woman, it was also a two way street, and, she acknowledged that it was going to take time. While they had no inkling of all that she was going through, and all that she had endured previously – there was no way that they could, she, too, could have no clue as to what they must be enduring now too. She had truly rocked their world, and told them "that I feel like I have spent my entire life apologizing to you for not living up to your expectations." All three were mutually apologetic and expressed their love for each other, and vowed to keep open the lines of communication. 

Jessica began calling her mom more frequently, and, as the ice thawed, so she was able to refer to herself in the female form: she explained how she was going to be the 'hostess' at an upcoming jewelry party, rather than 'host;' when talking about a female friend she would refer to "another woman" instead of "a woman;" she asked her mother for recipes and advise about flowers and flower arranging; she sent them pictures of her home, with its new, decidedly feminine touch, and she referred to her former, male identity as "he," not "I." And they talked; they talked and talked and talked, as only mother and daughter can. Now, she and her mom are closer than they have ever been; they speak most weekends, and enjoy a deep, loving relationship. Her dad too, while still coming to terms with it, as is her mom, speaks to his daughter as often as he can, though his hearing is not as good as it used to be. While they don't quite yet acknowledge that they have a daughter, they have asked for more time to adjust and, in the meantime, would she let them pretend that they still have an elder son while they do so. 

Jessica's son, too, accepts her for who she is – his dad is a woman. Not your typical father, it's true, but she is, nonetheless, his father, and her name is Jessica. 

About seven months after starting hormone therapy, her period started, albeit she didn't bleed, but her other symptoms did. She still has issues with her appearance occasionally, but then who doesn't? Her body continues its slow metamorphosis, as her skin and her features continue to soften, her breasts continue to swell slowly, and the distribution of her fat and hair continues to align itself with a more typically feminine pattern. In her early transition, people – tellers, clerks, etc. – would routinely address or refer to her as "Sir" or "he," and the rare occasions on which she was called "Ma'am", "Miss" or "she" would be a huge thrill for her. Now, while she still gets occasional odd looks from curious strangers, and every once in a while a clerk will mistake her for a man, she is routinely referred to or addressed as "Ma'am," "Miss" or "she," and is no longer a source of elation for her; but one of inner peace and contentment. 

A year or so after she accepted who she was, she looked at her reflection in the mirror and, for the first time, saw herself as others saw her, as the woman she was, rather than the man who used to look back at her and who used to hide underneath the surface. She relaxed. Finally, she thought, she could stop trying to be someone she already was. 

Today, a little over a year since coming out to her parents, and almost two years since that vacation, Jessica is living happily in Kansas; she continues to work as a third shift manager at the call center, and now has her own business as a jewelry saleswoman. One day, when she can afford it – for it is astronomically expensive and not paid for by medical insurance - she will have the surgery, but, as it turns out, this one major step is the least significant of all the challenges to her being accepted as, and accepting herself as a woman. Morphing and blending into society as a woman is far more challenging. In the meantime, she is no longer willing to be identified solely by what lies between her legs. She still has some challenges ahead of her; but whereas she was once the timid, frightened little girl stuck in a boy's body, confused and uncertain of who, or what, she was, she is now a happy, confident woman, sure of her identity and of her gender, and ready to face the world and life.