As Chapter IV ended I lay in bed at dawn recalling the wild sex video that I had made the day before with my new boyfriend Nick. Although I had had other lovers before him, Nick had taken me into uncharted territory sexually. And even though I was rapidly falling for him, I still had very mixed feelings about the new, far more sexually liberated me.
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We'd made plans for a Sunday sail with Liz and Ken. Rita and Carlos were also joining us. We met at the marina in Sausalito about 10:00. While we women stowed the supplies of beer, wine, and lunch fixings, the men got the boat ready to sail and we were under way shortly before eleven.
I was surprised to see Carlos doing most of the work in handling the various ropes as we left the slip and then raising the sails out in the channel that led to the bay. Sausalito itself is protected from the wind by hills to the west so it was quite warm. As Carlos pulled on the various ropes to raise the sails he was shirtless and his bulging ebony muscles glistened with the effort. Rita laughed as she watched Liz and me admire her husband.
"He likes to pretend he's sailing back home in the Caribbean - 'Mister Banana boat man'," she joked.
"Watch out or I'll start singing calypso," he called back as he raised the jib.
But the gentle breeze turned into what seemed a gale and the boat tilted -- heeled - over sharply when we suddenly came out from the protection of the hills and met the full force of the wind funneling through the Golden Gate. Soon we were all layering on clothing as the wind chill and the flying spray seemed to drop the temperature 30 degrees. As we huddled down in the cockpit for what protection it offered Nick explained to me that we were taking what they had come to call the 'Standard Sunday Sail.'
That meant we were going to sail under the bridge and out into the ocean for a couple of miles. Then we'd turn around and sail back to the sheltered side of the nearby Angel Island for lunch.
"This is the cold wet part," he added unnecessarily.
Even though the bridge was actually quite close it seemed to take forever to get there. We zigzagged back and forth -- tacking Ken called it -- trying to sail forward against the wind which blew directly at us from the direction we wanted to go.
"If the tide is strongly against us, sometimes we can't make it under," Ken added as he steered the boat as close to the wind as it could go.
We were making some forward progress on each zig and zag and so eventually we managed to get under the bridge. Since the bridge is at the narrowest and therefore windiest point in the natural funnel that is created by the hills on either side, soon after we passed under it the wind decreased to a tolerable breeze.
With the San Francisco skyline and the rocky Marin coast framing that amazing Golden Gate Bridge, the view was awesome to say the least. Liz broke out a round of beers and we toasted Captain Ken for bringing us through the gale alive.
After about a half an hour of sailing out to sea, Nick announced that the tide had turned and so we did too. The change was remarkable. As soon as we began sailing with the wind, its speed seemed to decrease as ours increased and soon we were surfing down the waves as we raced along back toward the bridge.
"Nine knots," Ken announced proudly. That's almost 11mph - I was told - but it felt like 30mph as we surged along with each passing wave. All too soon we were under the bridge and the wind and swells began slowly decreasing as we sailed past Angel Island.
When we cleared the island Ken turned the boat to the north so that the island protected us from the wind. The breeze dropped to almost nothing. Soon we were shedding our excess clothing and the guys began preparing to anchor. Lots of other boats were already anchored nearby; clearly, this was a popular choice.
Rita, Liz, and I went to work in the galley while the men secured the boat and by the time their work was complete we had sandwiches and beers ready for all hands. It was truly amazing how warm it had become once we were protected from the wind. Soon we were all down to shorts and t-shirts except Liz, of course, who was wearing a deeply cut halter top to better display her boobs.
After eating, relaxing, and getting thoroughly warm, Ken announced that it was time for a swim. "By the way," he said, looking at me, "It's a tradition that new crew members on the 'Standard Sunday Sail' lead the way and jump in first."
"Uh, but I didn't bring a suit," I objected. "Nobody told me we would be going swimming," I added glaring at Nick.
"Of course not, we always skinny dip," Ken said with a slight leer.
Well they'd all seen my tits and most of the rest of me at Liz's 'Euro' party and I sure wasn't going to let them think me a prude; so no big deal, right?
But then I remembered my totally bare, obscenely exposed crotch. Shit!
I looked at Nick and immediately suspected he was reading my mind as he chuckled quietly. Oh well, I stood up, resigned to the coming embarrassment and said, "Well, I guess traditions must be obeyed."
With that I stripped off my t-shirt and calmly removed my bra. The guys gave me a brief round of applause. Then I unzipped and dropped my shorts. With only panties remaining there was nothing left but to just do it. At that moment I sure wished my 'luscious orchid' (Nick's term) was a much smaller flower.
With a sigh of resignation, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of the panties and smoothly slid them off exposing my "camel's toe" (as Nick had also grossly referred to it last night) for all to see.
Ken's eyes widened and he grinned from ear to ear. "Whoa, nice, very nice!" he exclaimed.
Carlos, of course, added his approval and Rita said, "My, my, what have you been up to little sister?" Liz just looked at me inquisitively with one eyebrow arched.
So there I was and if you can blush from head to toe, I'm sure I did. Certainly I'd never felt so publicly naked and totally exposed.
"That's all there is boys," I said shaking my titties briefly before diving in the water to cheers from the surrounding boats.
Wow! Nobody had mentioned that San Francisco Bay is freezing cold, even in late summer. I surfaced with a gasp.
"You bastards," I yelled. "You better get in here before I freeze to death."
Fortunately they followed suit quickly and soon there were six of us naked and freezing in the chilly water. About three minutes of that was more than enough and soon we all climbed back aboard again to applause from the nearest boats.
Liz observed that we were a fine collection of hard nipples and shriveled dicks. Rita added that the balls seemed to have disappeared entirely. We ladies laughed uproariously at our men's diminished conditions but I couldn't help noticing that Carlos' cock, even shrunken, was still about the average guy's length -- and uncircumcised. Hmmm, I'd never even seen one of them up close.
Eventually we got dressed and while the men prepared to get under way, we women chatted while cleaning up the cockpit and galley from the remains of lunch. As we worked, Rita casually asked Liz what she and Ken had done Saturday night. When she said they had stayed home and watched a movie, Rita innocently asked what movie?
"Actually it was a home movie," Liz responded.
"Knowing you, it wasn't of you and the kids at the zoo," Rita said laughing.
