Standing at dockside, the wind warm in my face, the sun tanning it. Watching the boats motoring in and out of the slips on the left. On the right, two sailboats swag at anchor. People pass by and I keep looking at faces, hoping but knowing that you will be one of them any moment.
My bag light, your message was to pack light: two bathing suits, matching cover-ups, a sundress plus two sets of shorts and blouses. Feeling naughty, I left out any undergarments. The only weight to speak of in my bag coming from my make-up kit.
At the sound of laughter, I turn my head back up the boardwalk. A small group of women approach and I watch them at they stroll by and board the larger of the two sailboats. Eyes hidden behind sunglasses, my eyes follow them as one by one they move onto the boat's deck.
The first on is blonde, perhaps early 40's, comfortable in her movement over the gap separating the boat from the dock. Her body is tanned and she has the classic hourglass figure of large boobs and ass. Large but not fat crosses my mind as her shorts stretch tight in her gait.
Behind her, the woman is less sure, hesitant really. A bit younger although its difficult to be sure with her sunglasses and hat covering a good part of her facial features. Her lips full and bright with recently applied lipstick.
She hands her bag to the first woman and looks left and right for support prior to any attempt to bridge the tiny section of marina water. The blonde reaches over and they clasp hands. I see her pulled across and note the surprise on her face then in the "No wait!"
Her dark hair flying behind her as she reaches up, the hat held on only by luck. The remaining two women giggle at her as she flounders onto the boat and into the blonde's arms.
Both of them then move easily together across, placing the bags in a pile. Five all together, four small and light overnight bags, the last more of a gym bag, appearing full and heavy as it lands on top of the others.
"Why did you do that? I wasn't read…" the protest silenced as the blonde's lips covered the dark-haired woman's. Pushing away but not gaining any purchase, she stops fighting the kiss. And I blushing as I now notice the blonde's eyes on me. Watching the watcher.
I turn away, deciding after being spied that my inner voyeur will have to wait for another day. A touch and I'm spun around. "See anything you like?"
Beet-red, my face burning. "I… I… fuck…"
Your lips turn up, "Yes, you will," your hand taking mine and leading me towards the boat.
My bag bouncing, mind churning, what a turn of events?!? The blonde and her friend, held by an arm, now take their opportunity to examine me. And its me they focus on, seeming to ignore you. Grateful for my shades, wishing I could lessen the blood lighting up my face. I'm a nothing more than an extension of you as you pull me forward, onto the vessel.
The dark-haired woman apparently relieved that her discomfort was replaced by my own, now gives me a smile. Lips press to my ear, "She's not for you, and I may not be either if you don't kiss me now!"
Instinctively, I turn and kiss you. Forgetting the others, telling you that you caught me by surprise and to forgive me for even appearing to slight you in any way. Smiling, you laugh and pull me into your arms. In their strength and warmth, I'm reminded of how happy I am and whisper it to you over and over.
"Is this her?" The blonde's voice is firm but curious.
You nod and squeeze my hand, "Tell them."
I face them, "I'm Shelly, Judy's bitch." The blonde's face erupts into a smile and now the dark-haired chick face darkens, not much but I catch it.
"I'm Cath and this is Jen…"
The blonde's arm tightens about her friend who responds in a very soft, quiet voice, "Her bitch."
We look at each other, for some reason there is tension between us broken when you ask, "Where are the others?"
"Damn, they can't even wait for us to shove off can they?" Cath calls down into the lower region of the boat.
"We'll be right there!" is followed by footsteps up the stairs and the other two guests appear one after the other. Cath points to the first, a brunette like me, smallish, thin, almost waif-like. This is Amy and behind her is Annie.
Annie smiles to us and wraps her arms round Amy's waist. Annie has is also blonde but a platinum, clearly out of a bottle. "Nice to meet you", all three of us say at once. And any remaining tension is gone as all six of us break into smiles and outright giggles.
Cath announces that since we're all here, its time to go. She tells me to pile my stuff over with the others and starts towards the wheel and rudder controls. Amy and Annie immediately move about, casting lines and unfurling canvas, obviously not "their" first time aboard.
Jen looks at us and says, "We can either get out of the way or get yelled at." and we follow her to the front of the vessel. Slipping into seats, she tells us that Cath will have us underway shortly.
Cath yells towards us, "Are you forgetting something?" and I look to you then Jen.
"She means the bags," and you head back to move them.
Jen removes her glasses and I see that she is my age. I do the same, recognizing that she is curious about me too. "Have you been a bitch long?" said seriously but with a wry smile that brings an immediate smile to me.
"Not long enough," and we both end up smiling broadly.
The trip out of the harbor takes little time and we are in open water. Wind strong, the boat cuts across the waves and we head towards a sandbar several miles from shore. Its surrounded by bright spots of whites, reds, golds, and other shades of the rainbow.
Approaching, I see that the colors are from the boats and sails that surround it. "Party island" and Cath hands frosty glasses of icely green to us. "Mmmmm, margarita's are definitely THE boat drink!"
I feel but cannot see your eyes on me. Like the rest of us, your eyes are hidden by dark glass. You and Cath sit side by side as do I and Jen.
With the sound of the ocean, words within our small group are often lost, especially when you turn to speak to Cath or she to you. We have all long lost out tops, breasts open to the sun. You and I with tanlines, the others without.
Both of us transfixed by Jen's left nipple pierced with a small gold ring. As we near the sandbar, Amy appears and asks where Cath wants Annie to head. Similar to Jen, her nipples are pierced, the rings glittering as the sun's ray are reflected.
Cath leaves us and returns to guide the boat in. We find a location at the north end of the sandbar and drop anchor.
Amid the sounds of Cath organizing the fitting of the landing, we are soon gathered together in the front of the boat. I now have time to appraise Amy and Annie.
Amy, I've determined is a year older than me. Her hair cut short in a bob, she looks much younger. Annie tells me that she is 49, divorced and has been keeping Amy as her partner for several years.
Jen is two years younger than me. She is noncommittal on her relationship with Cath and I sense that she is hesitant to share much of herself. I do note that her tan is interrupted by a small circle around the finger traditional for a wedding band.
Cath, with a very distinct hint of pride, casually mentions that the three of you work together, explaining how you know them. The others are neighbors who, like her, love the ocean and the sailing life.
Small craft circle the sandbar and us. Greetings are exchanged and I notice that the area is definitely tops, and on some boats bottoms, optional. The fleet is mixed. Some all women, some all men, others a varying mixture. All well stocked and drinks flowing. The smell of weed flows on the open air at almost regular intervals.
After my second drink, I whisper to you that I need to pee. Cath overhears and tells you that you should pick your bunk while you show me the head and the rest of below decks.
