Was she going to be there? We had agreed to meet at the dock that Thursday, to go for a sail on Nantucket Sound, but would she show up? We had been corresponding for almost a year via email, but had only met in person two or three times and had never been alone together. Now that I was getting closer to the dock I was beginning to have misgivings. But no, there she is.
Neither of us are buff, 22 year old hardbodies. We are both a little beyond that. As a matter of fact, we both have a pound or two that are extra. On her it looks good. She is a strawberry blonde, about 5'3", with beautiful eyes and a nice full figure. She is dressed for the day with shorts, blouse, sweater and boat shoes. She has the sandwiches and I have the cold drinks. I don't think she will need the sweater as it is a hot day, with only about five knots of wind from the west.
So it is on to the launch and then on to my boat. The boat is a 26 foot sloop that is great for the Cape. I usually rig only the main when I am sailing unless there is a reason to hank on the jib. Today it will be a main only as we may wish to go over for a swim later on.
After we put our gear aboard and below, I got out of my clothes and put on the bathing suit I usually sail in. I had told her that I was casual about nudity, but I didn't know how she would respond to my changing in front of her. I guess it is OK though, because she just gave my butt a pinch before I could get into the suit. I told her the suit was necessary because we had to go close to shore on the way out as well as be in a rather long channel. I didn't want the Police boat or gawking teenagers following us about all day.
Back on deck we prepared the boat to cast off, started the motor, and off we go. I will have to use the motor today to get out in the deep water, because the wind is so light and the tide is running against us. No problem. With the sail and motor we are soon leaving the shore behind us, with no boats anywhere on the horizon. Time to kill the motor. At last......quiet. Nothing but the slap of the water on the hull. The day is perfect. Some white puffy clouds in the east but nothing bad anywhere. It might get a little hot before the wind swings to the southwest after noon. What is she doing now?
A perfect chance to get some sun, she says. And she is taking off her blouse and bra. I suggest that she put the clothes below so they don't get messed up in the cockpit, and below she goes. When she comes back up she has a bottle of suntan lotion in her hand, and NO clothes on at all. What a surprise!!! She is as casual and natural about nudity as I am. Another surprise! No reason for me to know otherwise, but she has a completely shaved pubic area. Now THAT is a turnon! No point in my having my suit on either, so off it comes. Sitting here like this in the hot sun with her seems so natural. Even so, while I don't exactly have a hardon, my penis is very turgid.
Oh oh, she must have noticed because she has changed her seat and now is sitting next to me. She is letting her hand run along my thigh. With every move it is creeping to my inner thigh. God! Now I really have a hardon. Without missing a beat she is now gently stroking my penis. Nothing urgent, nothing frantic, just a quiet stroke. More fondling than anything. Occasionally she reaches down further and fondles my balls for a bit before she goes back to my penis. God! What are we talking about! I can't keep my mind on anything but that warm, soft hand. It's driving me up a wall. What?
OH, she thinks it would be prudent to put on some suntan oil. Why didn't I think of that? She could burn to a crisp out here. She has the typical redhead's complexion - pale almost white skin. She could be in a world of hurt if we aren't careful. She is standing in the forward part of the cockpit with her back to me. I have to put the tiller between my legs so that I will have both hands free to do her. Geez, my penis feels as big as the tiller since she started with those hands. I guess I had better start with her neck and shoulders. They are done, now her arms. This is nice. Her skin is as soft as it looks. I ask her to move forward a bit so that I can get the rest of her. OHHHHH, doing her buns and I am in heaven. I have been doing this for too long. Now her legs, the calves are quick, the back of the knees need extra time, but the thighs - they might take forever. First the back, now the inner thighs, on up to her crotch. My goodness, she is getting really wet, and so nice and warm.