Date: Wed, 11 Dec 2002 16:54:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Dan W <undergear37@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sail Away
"Sail Away" by Alicia_boston
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"Sail Away" by Alicia_boston
For Cassandra, this was an exceptionally easy crew
assignment. She had been to sea now for a day, crewing on a
60 foot Swan sailboat out of Miami for a married couple in
their forties. The couple, Lena and her husband David, had
turned out to be very easy passengers. Both knew how to
handle the boat, and they cared for their own needs for the
most part. Many times the most unpleasant aspect of crewing
on a private boat was that the expectation of the passengers
that the crew are actually slaves required to respond to
every request for a cocktail or snack.
The way crewing is supposed to work is that a couple or
group of passengers could charter a boat and crew for a
pleasant sail in which the passengers would enjoy the
experience of sailing without the worries of handling the
boat or navigation, and in some cases meals, depending on
the arrangements. In Cassandra, Lena and David, had a more
than competent captain for their boat, as well as an
outstanding cook. She was also surprisingly discreet, which
is important on any size boat.
The reality of sailing on a sixty-foot boat is that the
quarters are tight, and it's important for the crew to be
almost invisible to the passengers. The passengers want to
feel alone on the boat, and the best crews make them feel
that way. Both Lena and David would remark to each other
that even on this sized boat, sometimes they didn't even
know where Cassandra was, and then as if by magic the raven-
haired 22 year old would with a tray of freshly grilled
scallops. She seemingly was able to do her work, including
the navigation, without interfering with the privacy and
enjoyment of the passengers. David was also an experienced
sailor, and with very few hints from Cassandra, he enjoyed
handling the boat for long stretches.
From the cockpit, Lena looked forward to see Cassandra
making fast the forward sheets. She reminded Lena of
herself twenty years ago. As Cassandra crouched to her work
Lena could see the taught muscled thighs below her modest
khaki shorts. The skin, browned by the sun, was smooth and
unblemished. Cassandra wore a white collared "crew" shirt
and Lena could see the veins on her forearms as she worked
the lines, her fingers deftly and speedily winding. She had
a wild mane of curly black hair that came down off her
shoulders and was held back in a bandana. Her dark glasses
hid her coal black eyes. Lena smiled to herself, `My
goodness, to be young and beautiful again.'
In fact, Lena was still quite beautiful. At forty-two she
had lost very little of the muscle tone that she had
developed as a Division 1 College track and field star at
Penn State. She had surprised Cassandra early in the voyage
by her display of swimming strength in a fair chop.
Cassandra had discouraged her from swimming in the rough
waters, but Lena swam for an hour without difficulty, as she
had done every morning as part of her regular exercise
regimen. Her body still looked fantastic in the white
bikini that she had been wearing for most of the trip, her
breasts still firm and large enough to display a beautiful
d^colletage without artificial enhancement.
When Lena had first met Cassandra, to interview her for the
crew position, she had first been a bit wary of having a
beautiful young woman on the same boat with her and David.
But after speaking with her, the maturity that Cassandra
displayed eased her concerns completely, and in fact, the
voyage so far had been a delight. Only a few times had Lena
caught Cassandra eyeing David in his Speedo as he worked the
boat. David had a fantastic body from working out
regularly and he looked great in his red Speedo that more
often then not provided a clear outline of his ample
manhood. His athletic tanned body allowed him to move
easily around the boat and he really enjoyed working the
details of trimming sails and handling the ships wheel.
Over the next two days, Cassandra settled into the life of
crewing a charter. David and Lena were really delightful
passengers and Cassandra tried to make herself as invisible
as she could. She would awaken early in her aft cabin,
separated by the salon from the main cabin where David and
Lena slept, and shower quickly. She would complete her
morning checks in the next hour and prepare the boat for the
day's sail. Another hour was spent with the navigation
charts checking and re-checking her position with the GPS.
By 7:30 AM the coffee was brewing, and croissants and fruit
were readied for breakfast in the main salon. Cassandra
would then go topside with her mug of black coffee and enjoy
the morning solitude, and give privacy for David and Lena to
wake up and enjoy their breakfast. In the evening, she
would finish her final navigational computations early, and
secure the boat. She liked to turn in around 8:00PM in
order to give the couple the run of the boat in privacy.
The second night, as Cassandra lay in bed, drifting towards
sleep, she could hear David and Lena laughing and swimming
in the moonlight. She smiled to herself, sure that they
were skinny-dipping in the warm gulf-stream waters,
something she liked to do herself, but which was out of the
question on crew assignments. As she lay there in bed she
heard the regular rhythm of the waves lapping at the hull.
But soon there was a sound she didn't recognize, and
irregular pounding that sounded like a floating object
striking the hull in the waves, regular but not the same as
the waves. She sat up listening further. A smile crept
across face as she heard another sound, a low moan,
unmistakably David's voice. David and Lena were making love
on the deck of the boat under the moonlight. Cassandra lay
back in bed, picturing David's lean muscular body over Lena.
He was probably feasting on her beautiful breasts and
Cassandra was sure from the sound of things that David was
rapidly reaching his moment of orgasm.
Cassandra's fingers roamed over the tee-shirt she had on,
feeling the hardness of her nipples. Her breasts were
small, much smaller than Lena's, but her nipples were
extremely sensitive. She could achieve orgasm on her own by
merely fondling her own nipples. But not tonight, even
asleep, she was crewing. She took her hand away and lay
back, closing her eyes just as she heard David's guttural
utterance of pleasure accompanied by Lena's throaty shriek
of pleasure as they achieved their mutual orgasm and
collapsed on the deck.
Day three broke sunny with a fair wind from the southeast.
When Lena emerged from belowdecks in a white robe holding a
mug of coffee she found Cassandra already pulling anchor and
setting the forward sail. "What a beautiful day."
"Yes ma'am," replied Cassandra. "We'll have a really nice
day today for sailing, nice breeze to take the heat out."
Cassandra looked aft at Lena, seeing what she imagined was a
look of satisfied calm on her face. David was a lucky man,
she thought to herself. She hoped that when she was Lena's
age she still had the looks and body that Lena had.
Cassandra quickly finished setting the forward sails just as
David emerged, in a white tee shirt and white Speedo.
"Well," Cassandra thought to herself, " Lena is pretty luck
herself."
"Hi Cassandra, do you need a hand?" he called forward.
"No, I'm managing, we are almost underway." As she said
this she turned aft to see David making his way forward.
There was still a fair amount of dew on the fiberglass deck
and as Cassandra watched she could see David's body twist
awkwardly as his foot slipped. In trying to save his
coffee, David landed hard on his hip on the deckrail, and
loud crack sounded. Immediately his face screwed up in a
twist of pain and he uttered an anguished scream.
Both Lena and Cassandra were quick to his side, checking for
injury. Cassandra had first aid as part of her training and
immediately she didn't like what she saw. David was pale,
almost as pale as his white tee shirt. His skin was clammy
to the touch. As he tried to move his face would turn up in
pain. Cassandra pulled the Speedo down off his hip, and
could see the swelling already beginning. Lena looked over
at Cassandra, trying to ascertain how serious the situation
was, but as an experienced college athlete familiar with leg
injuries she already suspected the worse.
"Broken hip?" questioned Lena.
"I think so, or dislocated anyway. We've got to get him off
the boat. He needs more medical attention than I can give
him here," replied Cassandra.
"How long till we can get to a port?" rasped an anguished
David.
"Too long. We are two days out under the best conditions.
We've got to get the Coast Guard to take you off the boat,
I'm sorry."
"Wait, you must have pain killers on the boat, I can last
until we get in."
"David, I'm sorry, it's the risk of infection I'm worried
about. You leave now then you have a two month rehab and
you can come back and sail with me again. If you wait, and
your hip joint becomes infected you could require an
artificial hip or worse lose a leg, then your sailing on
some fucking cruise line with the rest of the AARP crowd."
David managed a smile at this, and Lena looked over at
Cassandra and said, "Let's call."
Cassandra went below and made the call to the Coast Guard
rescue. A helicopter evacuation was too risky with the tall
mast of the Swan, and a cutter was nearby on regular patrol.
In two hours the cutter would be there, and they would
airlift from the cutter to Miami. Returning topside with
some pain medication she found David almost incoherent from
the pain. As she gave him the pills to ease his misery
Cassandra looked over at Lena. "I'm sorry your voyage had
to end this way."
David stirred, "Lena, you stay on board, and help Cassandra
sail back to Miami."
"David, don't you worry about that, I'll get her back on my
own."
"No." David was vividly lucid now. "Lena, this boat is to
much for one person. You need to stay."
"David's right Cassandra. He'll be fine back at the
hospital and I can't do much for him there. You either turn
this boat over to the Coast Guard to be brought back, or I
stay on board."
Cassandra considered this. The boat was a lot for a single
hand to sail, and Lena was certainly proficient. Weather
forecasts were for fair weather for the week. She decided
quickly.
"Okay, Lena thank you for staying. Today is Tuesday, and we
won't get much sailing done, so we'll start back on
Wednesday and be in Miami late Thursday or early Friday
depending on the wind."
Four hours later the Coast Guard cutter pulled away from
their boat and as Lena and Cassandra watched from the deck
they saw the Air Rescue Chopper leave the helipad aft with
David and head North to Miami. The ship's doctor had
confirmed that Cassandra had made the right decision. Best
case, David had a dislocated hip, but the doctor thought
perhaps a broken hip or fractured ball joint. Either way
the injury required immediate medical attention.
It was 2:00PM before Cassandra had cleared the decks. At
best there would be 4 hours more of sail, which given the
circumstances and events of the day would probably be
pushing it. She made the decision to stay put, and work on
the new navigation and headings she would need to get back
to Miami. She checked on Lena, who seemed concerned, but
fine, especially after receiving word that David was at the
hospital in Miami and that he would be fine: a minor but
painful fracture of his hip that would lay him up for six
weeks. From belowdecks she heard a splash and she
immediately went topside to check.
>From the deck she could see Lena swimming about 30 yards off
the starboard side. "Hey", called Cassandra, "You need to
let me know if you go swimming. There are only two of us
now and the rule of this boat is we need line of site to
each other when we are topside. I can't have another
accident."
Lena called back, "Sorry, it's just so hot." It was
extremely hot in the sunlight when the boat was not under
sail. Lena had been sitting topsides baking in the heat and
she had sought relief in the cooler water. As she glided
through the water her body began to relax and her muscles
seemed to unwind from the tension of the morning. After
about ten minutes she swam back to the swimming ladder and
climbed out of the water. She stood for a moment shaking
the water out of her hair. The white bikini was plastered
to her body and as she bent her head down to shake the water
out she could see her breasts and her nipples poking clearly
through the bikini top. She wondered to herself whether she
was permanently aroused after last night's lovemaking with
David on the deck. She looked up to see Cassandra staring
at her with a curious look on her face, her lips pursed
almost in a question.
"It's so hot Cassandra. Look, now that it's just us girls,
it's okay with me if you want to relax the dress code."
Cassandra looked up at her. It was hot, and Lena's amazing
body perfectly shone in the sunlight. Each drop of water
was like a tiny diamond glistening. For a second, she
wondered what Lena's facial expression had been like as
David made love to her last night.
"You know, I think I'll take you up on that if you don't
mind. It is damned hot out here." Cassandra stood and
pulled the white crew shirt over her head. Then quickly she
stripped off her khakis and tossed them below through the
deck hatch. "Oh my, that does feel better. Thanks Lena."
Lena stood motionless for a moment, awestruck at the site of
Cassandra in her bra and bikini panties. Under the crew
shirt and shorts she hadn't realized what an exceptional
body Cassandra had. She wasn't tall, 5'2" or so, but her
body was lean and chiseled. Her abdomen was flat, with
clearly defined muscles across her belly. Cassandra's
breasts were not as large as her own, quite small actually,
but through the simple white cotton bra Lena could clearly
see her nipples outlined large in proportion to her breasts.
The matching white bikini panties rode high on her hips. As
she had suspected Cassandra could see firm thighs, and
flawless brown skin that ran up and around to her ass. "Oh
my" thought Cassandra, "this girl has no idea how beautiful
she is."
For the rest of the day Lena eyed Cassandra as she went
through the preparations of the boat for the next day. She
was still amazed at the lithe young body as Cassandra moved
quickly and athletically over the length of the boat.
Dressed in just a bra and panties, Cassandra looked like a
dancer moving in the sunlight, a sleek and beautiful animal
moving by instinct over terrain she knew well. "It's a good
thing David never saw her like this," she thought to
herself, "he'd never have been able to resist, and I'm not
sure I'd blame him."
The rest of the day went quickly and before going below,
Cassandra and Lena both jumped into the warm ocean in the
waning light of the day to cool off. Lena emerged first and
handed back a towel to Cassandra. Now Cassandra stood
practically nude before Lena's gaze. Her bra and panties
were now transparent in the evening light, and Lena could
clearly see the half dollar sized nipples that seemed to
cover most of Cassandra's small breasts, and below, the
darkness at the juncture of her thighs was clearly visible.
Lena could even clearly see the dark curly down covering the
young woman's pubis. Lena felt odd watching Cassandra as
she wrapped the towel around her magnificently curly hair
and began to make her way below. What about this girl made
Lena want to just look at her, gaze at her? Sure, she was
physically beautiful, but there was something else,
something deeper. She wrapped herself in a towel and
followed Cassandra below.
Later that night, as she lay in the darkness of her cabin,
Lena's mind drifted to the evening before. She imagined
David's touch on her again, the way he held her, caressed
her. Her fingers drifted down to the front of her panties,
lightly caressing as she remembered the feeling of his body
against hers, the tip of his cock beginning to enter her,
fill her and rhythmically move within her. As she drifted
towards sleep Lena fingers felt the moistening at the front
of her panties indicating her arousal. Her memories mixed
with her dreams and as she felt David's tongue against her
innermost self, in her dream Lena roused from her rapture to
reach down and push his head more deeply against her.
Instead of David's short trim hair, her fingers roamed
through a curly mane of hair, and as she looked down she
looked into Cassandra's eyes as the young woman pleasured
her with her tongue.
Lena awoke with a start, soaked in sweat, and panting. "My
God," she thought to herself in the darkness and solitude of
her cabin, "What a dream, Jesus." Her body was coated in
sweat, the sort of sweat generated from the heat of passion.
She could smell the musky aroma of her own arousal that the
wetness between her legs confirmed. She could hear her own
heartbeat in her ears like a drum. She peeled off the
soaked tee-shirt that she had worn to bed and lay back,
pulling the sheet over her, and drifted off into a troubled
sleep.
The sound of Lena's voice had awakened Cassandra, and she
sat up in bed trying to recall if she had really heard it or
just imagined it. No, she was quite sure that Lena had
cried out in the middle of the night. The day had been a
lot for her, and maybe she was more worried about David than
she had at first appeared. But the middle of the night cry
hadn't sounded particularly anguished. In fact, it more
reminded Cassandra of the sound that Lena had made the night
she had made love to David. Cassandra smiled to herself for
a moment, "No, it couldn't be." Cassandra lay back in bed
smiling and silently giggling. At least Lena had given the
okay for the relaxed dress code. She guessed Lena felt that
perhaps that gave the okay for unrestrained midnight acts of
self-pleasure. As she drifted off to sleep Cassandra felt
the tingling sensation of arousal in her nipples.
The next day was another perfect day and Cassandra awoke
early to make preparations. By the time Lena emerged
topside they were underway and Cassandra was sipping coffee
with one hand on the ship's wheel. Cassandra looked fresh
and young in a yellow string bikini tied at the hip in
perfect loops. Her skin glowed in the morning light and
Lena immediately remembered her dream from the night before
and felt disturbed as she looked at Cassandra's body.
"Good morning," beamed Cassandra. "Coffee's right there in
the carafe. Did you sleep well."
"Ugh, no as a matter of fact. I was thinking of David a
lot, kept me up a bit." The coffee smelled wonderful as she
sipped heartily.
"In an hour we'll make a ship-to-shore call to the hospital
so you can talk to him." Cassandra looked over to Lena and
saw that indeed she looked a bit worn and tired. She hadn't
slept well apparently. She was sitting in her robe leaning
against the cushions of the salon looking out over the ocean
slipping by the boat. As Cassandra watched she could see
where the front of Lena's robe pulled way and from her angle
Cassandra could see almost her entire breast. They were
much larger than her own, which she had known already from
the many times she had seen Lena in a bikini top. If she
could have larger breasts, Cassandra thought to herself,
those would be the ones she'd want.
"Does is still look like Friday into Miami?" Lena's voice
startled Cassandra and she flushed when she realized she was
still staring down the front of Lena's robe while Lena was
asking her question.
"It'll be close. Thursday evening possibly, but I won't
sail her at night with the big cruise ships coming in. I'll
try my best though." Cassandra turned back to the task at
hand, one eye on the compass, the other on the horizon and
the sails. Today would be an easy day, fair wind, warm
temperatures and a straight course, it didn't get any easier
than that.
Lena wandered below, eating yogurt and granola in the ships
galley, and then a quick shower. In her cabin she searched
through her belongings and settled on a Speedo training
suit, green with red piping. The bathing suit top, a sports-
bra style, fit comfortably over her breasts. She wanted to
do some hard swimming today to work off her tension. It had
been a strange and restless night.
As the morning wore on the wind died down a bit and
Cassandra set the auto-pilot. She could relax a bit now.
They were still making good headway and there wasn't much to
do but enjoy the sun and the occasional dolphin that would
swim alongside. She turned to Lena, who had been sitting
near, reading. "I'm going to go get some sun." Lena looked
up and around.
"Can I come too? Or is that too risky?"
"No, that's fine, you can come forward, autopilot is set and
the radar will give warning if there are other boats nearby
that we have to watch out for. You never know what the next
day's weather will be like so you might as well enjoy it
while you can."
Forward, there was a flat expanse of deck covered in dense
but soft padding that was perfect for two people to lay side
by side and sunbathe. Lena was already sitting there when
Cassandra came forward with a tiny crystal bottle. "What's
that?" asked Lena as she eyed the rose colored liquid in the
bottle.
"It's my Greek grandmother's own private recipe for suntan
oil. Our family has used it for generations and never one
sunburn," laughed Cassandra. "Don't even ask me about UV
protection, I have no idea," she added. "Here, let me put
some on your shoulders." With that, Cassandra opened the
bottle and poured out the oil into her palm. After rubbing
her hands together she began to rub the lotion into Lena's
shoulders. "You might want to change tops. You are going
to get the strangest tan lines with this bathing suit top."
"Oh, you know, I think you are right. Do you care if I just
take it off?" asked Lena.
"No, go ahead, then you don't have to worry about his stuff
staining your suit or anything either." Lena quickly pulled
her top over her head, carefully folding it and placing it
aside. She rolled over onto her stomach and lay down next
to the seated Cassandra. Lena thought for a minute to take
off her bottoms too, but that might be a bit too much, and
instead she pulled the bottoms down well below her tan line
and rolled them at her hips to make the smallest lines
possible.
Cassandra drizzled the lotion down Lena's back and began to
work it in. Her hands felt wonderful on Lena's back and the
scent of the lotion was heavenly. Cassandra worked the
lotion all over Lena's shoulders and down the small of her
back. Her hands caressed the white skin below the tan line
of Lena's bottom. Cassandra marveled at how smooth Lena's
skin felt. Cassandra couldn't help staring openly at Lena's
exposed breasts when the woman had removed her top. Her
breasts were firm, and as beautiful in their nakedness as
Cassandra had imagined them to be. Her fingers lingered for
a moment at the top of Lena's thighs, massaging the oil into
the older woman's skin. Her gaze was drawn to the covered
"v" between Lena's legs, which were slightly parted. The
bathing suit bottom was cut wide over Lena's buttocks and as
if she had been adjusting her own, Cassandra reached out and
moved the Lena's suit bottom back over her buttocks,
exposing the smooth skin of her ass to the sun. Cassandra
noticed Lena's sharp movement when she did this. "Oh,
sorry, I just was trying to help your tan line."
"Oh no, that's fine," replied Lena. "It just tickled. Do
you want me to do your back now?"
"You know, I think I'm going to lay on my back a bit, just
in case I need to look around. Don't let me fall asleep."
Lena looked over at Cassandra and smiled as she watched the
young woman untie the strings of her bikini top. She
casually flipped it aside and sat in the lotus position and
beginning at her feet began to massage in the homegrown
suntan lotion. Lena watched the young woman's firm strong
fingers work the oil into her muscular calves and thighs.
Cassandra's hands moved quickly over her thighs and spread
legs. She held herself upright and slathered the oil over
her midsection. Lena could see Cassandra's naked breasts in
the sunlight. The nipples were dark, and indeed they coved
three quarters of the surface of the woman's small breasts.
They looked perfect on the young woman's athletic frame and
as Lena watched she saw Cassandra begin to massage the oil
into her breasts.
Lena wasn't sure whether Cassandra knew she was watching,
but as she looked it appeared to Lena that Cassandra was
caressing her breasts. The young woman's hands cupped her
own breasts, finishing in a pinch over the nipples, the way
Lena would do to her own in self-pleasure. Cassandra seemed
completely oblivious to Lena's presence as she continued to
massage the oil into her breasts, tweaking the nipples to
their peak state of arousal. Lena could see them poking out
from the young woman's chest, enhancing her beauty.
Finally, Lena watched as Cassandra lay back in the sun
amidst the sounds of the wind in the sales, and the waves
slapping as the hull moved through them on its course.
The sun felt wonderful to Cassandra, seemingly covering her
in a blanket of warmth. Her whole body tingled whether from
the heat or the absent-minded caresses she had just given
herself. Even now, her sensitive nipples were like points
of fire on her chest. "Thank God," she thought to herself,
"that Lena was laying on her stomach and didn't see."
Touching Lena's smooth body had definitely and unexpectedly
had an arousing effect on her. Before she knew it she
realized that she had been no longer applying oil to her own
body, she had actually been caressing her own breasts. She
stopped as soon as she realized what she had been doing, but
now she could feel her own arousal as she lay in the sun and
she ached inside. Could she be attracted to a woman? She
thought not, but in this case she didn't feel just attracted
to a woman, it was really Lena that she found to be
attractive. There was something powerful and yet deeply
feminine about Lena that Cassandra wanted to get close to,
to touch somehow, to share. As she lay in the sun Cassandra
acknowledged a deeply powerful desire not to make love to a
woman, but to join herself in some deep, complete, and
meaningful way with Lena.
After 30 minutes or so Cassandra awoke to the caress of
Lena's finger on her cheek. "I'm sorry, I let you sleep."
Lena was sitting cross-legged next to Cassandra. Cassandra
sat up and quickly looked around. "Don't worry, I just
wanted to give you a rest, I've been watching. We are on
course, and doing 4 knots. I don't think we'll break any
speed records into Miami."
Lena had brought a pitcher of ice water forward and now the
two of them sat together in the sun sipping the cool water.
Cassandra's eyes were drawn to Lena's full breasts, still
naked in the sun. As she watched Lena move around the boat
Cassandra saw the older woman's breasts move in perfect
unison with her movements. They were firm, with small
nipples, thick and rounded. Cassandra spoke, "Lena, you
have a beautiful body for someone your age." In an instant
she realized how awkward that sounded and Lena feigned
scorn. "No, no, I mean any age. What I'm trying to say is
I think any woman would love to have your body."
Lena blushed at the compliment. "You are too kind. But
thanks, I try to keep in shape. Enjoy your youth while you
can, it gets tougher and tougher as you get older. Pretty
soon these, " and as she said this Lena reached down and
cupped her breast in her hand, " I'm sure will start sagging
all over the place. But I'll enjoy it as long as I can."
She smiled and as she did she released her breast, but not
before casually caressing her thumb over her nipple, which
became instantly distended and aroused. Cassandra stared at
her and her breasts and seemed to flush all over. Again,
she had that tingly sensation in her nipples, and realized
that they were beginning to become aroused. Lena couldn't
help but notice Cassandra's reaction and looked at her with
a quizzical expression. "What was going on here?" she
wondered.
Cassandra quickly turned over and lay on her stomach. Lena
applied the lotion to her back and legs. Cassandra's
bottoms were already pulled into her ass, "thong style" and
she didn't flinch when Lena applied the lotion to the smooth
skin of her bottom. Lena couldn't help but caress her
fingers over the young woman's smooth bottom. She applied
the lotion liberally, and massaged it deep between the young
woman's thighs, coming within a centimeter of the young
woman's center. Did her legs part a bit more? Lena thought
the heat was getting to her. She stood up. "I'm going to
take a dip." She walked aft and turned the boat up into the
wind and dove into the refreshing water. The water felt
cool and caressing over her almost nude body. Rather than
clearing her mind of thoughts of Cassandra's beautiful body
the water over her naked breasts seemed to only increase her
arousal. After a few minutes she came back aboard, set the
boat back on course and went below.
That night, they ate in silence above deck, watching a
beautiful sunset undisturbed by any man-made objects.
Cassandra gave Lena a brief lesson in navigation as she
charted the course for the next day's sail. "Well, the good
news is that I think we'll have one more day's sail and be
into Miami midmorning on Friday. Best I can do."
"Well I just got off the ship-to-shore with David and he is
doing fine. The doctor said he can leave on Saturday so it
looks like the timing will be just right. You've been
really wonderful Cassandra. Thank you."
Cassandra just stood smiling at Lena. "You've been a great
passenger, I've enjoyed it too." Lena smiled again and then
leaned in and gave Cassandra a kiss on the cheek.
"Okay, let's get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning
for the final day's sail." Lena found it momentarily
difficult to go, a brief hesitation, nothing more.
Cassandra looked at her expectantly. Lena then turned and
went into her cabin. Dizzy for a second, sitting and then
lying on the bed.
Cassandra followed the graceful movement of Lena as she made
her way to her cabin. She found herself wanting to ask Lena
to stay a bit longer, but what for? Just to be in her
presence? This was crazy. Cassandra secured the boat and
went aft to her cabin. She stripped off her shirt and lay
in her panties, letting the cool evening air coming from the
open hatch drift over her body. She could not get the image
of Lena's hand cupping her own breast out of her mind, and
the heat that she felt inside her that afternoon began to
return to her.
She could see almost in slow motion Lena's long fingers
holding the fullness of her breast in her hand and the her
thumb slowly drawing across the milky whiteness to her
nipple. Cassandra had watched as Lena's thumb drew her
nipple to hardness in an instant and then it had stood out
starkly making her aureole appear smaller and puffier. It
had been one of the most arousing things Cassandra had ever
witnessed.
In a moment, Cassandra realized that her own fingers were
tracing over her abdomen. Her nipples tingled in the night
air, and as she held the image of Lena cupping her own naked
breast in her mind, Cassandra felt her own fingers begin to
circle her own breasts. The young woman couldn't help but
moan as her fingertip began tracing a circle around her
nipple, and she immediately felt the warm waves of arousal
spreading through her body. The ripples of pleasure began
at the white-hot nerve endings of her nipples and began to
flow down over her body like the evening air to break gently
between her legs. As she pictured Lena's nakedness in her
mind Cassandra cupped her own breasts, small by comparison,
and wondered to herself what it would be like to hold
another woman's breast in her hand. No, she thought to
herself, not another woman's breast:: Lena's breast.
As the reality of the object of her desire hit her, the
ripples became waves and the fingers of her left hand slid
beneath the front of her panties, gliding through the soft
down tracing lightly over her pubic mound. The first
sensation of moisture surprised her. She wasn't just
aroused, she was soaking wet. Her finger easily slid
between the lips of her sex and traced over the distended
bud of her clitoris. This time she heard herself moan
loudly as one finger entered her, and the she squeezed her
naked nipple between the fingers of her other hand.
In the galley, Lena heard a low moan coming from the aft
cabin. She had gone back to the galley to pour herself a
final glass of wine. She stood motionless in the galley for
another minute waiting, the silence broken only by the
steady beat of the waves against the fiberglass hull. She
stepped quietly to the door of the aft cabin, Cassandra's
cabin, and inclined her head towards the door. It was
closed, not latched, but Lena was sure that Cassandra was
asleep. As she turned to return to her cabin, Lena heard
another muffled cry, this time definitely from Cassandra's
cabin. Lena looked at the door lock and placed a finger
against it, pushing gently. The door eased open a fraction
of an inch.
Lena peered into Cassandra's cabin through the tiny opening,
but it was enough to allow Lena to see the beautiful, young
girl lying on her back on her bed, naked but for her tiny
panties. What caused Lena to suck in her breath sharply was
the realization that the young woman wasn't asleep, but that
from where Lena stood she could see Cassandra's fingers
working feverishly in her panties. Cassandra's other hand
was pulling and teasing on her nipples, and the young girl
was writhing on the bed, her hips rocking against her own
fingers. Lena could see clearly the young woman's fingers
beneath her panties thrusting in and out, and from this near
distance Lena thought she could even hear the sounds of
Cassandra's fingers entering the thoroughly wet and aroused
lips of her vagina.
Lena felt a warmth flood her insides. She stepped back
stunned for a moment, considering whether to return to her
cabin after accidentally intruding on the young girls
privacy. For some reason she did not step back. She
remained rooted where she was, watching Cassandra tease and
tantalize her body in the moonlight. Lena stared at the
young girl's nipples, now distended in full and complete
arousal and absentmindedly Lena's hand drifted between her
own legs, gently cupping her own mound through her panties.
She had never seen another woman masturbate before, or in a
state of arousal as complete as this young beauty. Lena's
fingers gently cupped her own sex as if to relieve the heat
that was building there, but finding only that the heat
increased with every touch. Lena lightly traced her lips
through her panties, which were already becoming moist. She
slipped her fingers beneath her own panties, and her
forefinger traced down over her soft fur, lingering a moment
at the fleshy hood covering her clitoris then slipping past
into the wetness between her outer lips.
Lena staggered and almost collapsed as she felt white heat
begin to emanate from between her legs. Almost immediately
she felt a flood of pleasure spreading over her. The sight
of the young girl, nearly naked, pleasuring herself, and the
ministrations of her fingers as they caressed her own sex
quickly accelerated the pleasure she was feeling. As her
fingertip rolled over the tip of her clitoris, circling it,
covering it with the wetness of her own arousal, Lena could
hear Cassandra beginning to breathe in the regular rhythms
indicating an impending orgasm. The sound of Cassandra's
regular panting, and the sight of the increasing undulation
of her hips brought Lena rapidly to the peak of pleasure.
As she heard Cassandra begin to cry out, Lena felt
vibrations of pleasure became explosions deep within her
womb and spread out over her whole body.
Her legs gave way, and silently, Lena crouched to a sitting
position with her back against the cabin wall, trying to
breathe quietly as the waves of pleasure subsided. For
minutes she stayed like that, waiting for her heart to stop
racing, praying that Cassandra wouldn't get up and find her
here, expended after spying on the young woman's private
pleasures. After what seemed like ten minutes. Lena could
hear nothing but the regular breathing pattern indicating
sleep coming from Cassandra's cabin. Lena waited two more
minutes and then silently crept back to her own cabin.
In her own cabin, Lena lay restless. Her emotions were a
mixture of self-loathing and wonder. The self-loathing came
from the feeling that she had betrayed a great trust by
spying on Cassandra. And there had been no accident about
it, Lena had opened the door, and then stayed after
discovering the source of the nocturnal moaning. The wonder
came from the sheer sexual excitement of the moment. Lena
admitted to herself that it was one of the most sexually
exciting moments she had ever experienced. Cassandra's body
had been beautiful in the moonlight, and now as Lena lay in
bed, she realized that she would love to have her sexually,
a thought that brought her back to self-loathing. She was
married, heterosexual and twenty years older than the young
girl.
"This boat better get to Miami fast," she thought to herself
as she fell into another troubled sleep.
The final full day of sailing was an uneventful one.
Cassandra, noting time and distance decided to wait one more
evening before coming into Miami. It would be perilous if
the wind should die, and they got caught in the shipping
lanes after dark. Or so it seemed. Cassandra noted that
she probably could make it with ease, but inside there was
something else, a reluctance to say goodbye to Lena.
They had spent a wonderful final day together, working the
boat, and relaxing in the sun. Cassandra could see in Lena
the woman that she would love herself to become. It wasn't
just the physical beauty, which this morning was highlighted
by the yellow bikini that Lena wore, but it was also the
confidence she exuded from every pore of her being. Lena's
bright green eyes were filled with life, but also with
wisdom of experience. As Cassandra looked at Lena, she was
reminded of her own powerful orgasm the night before. She
had never imagined herself with another woman, but now as
she looked at Lena, her skin golden against the yellow
bikini, Cassandra imagined her own hands on the older woman,
caressing her.
Had she really decided to spend an extra night at sea with
Lena just to stay around her? What was she hoping would
happen? Cassandra turned to the sea, gazing out at the
horizon, but soon her gaze inevitably shifted back to Lena's
body.
That evening, after they had shared a final meal in the
early evening sun, Lena and Cassandra sat silently looking
at each other. The trip had taken some unintentional turns,
both physically, and emotionally. Cassandra spoke first,
"Lena, you have been great to sail with, and really
wonderful to be around. I don't know how to say it, but I'm
really going to miss you."
"Oh come now, don't be silly." Lena smiled at the young
girl. As Lena looked at Cassandra she saw in the young
woman her own self from 20 years ago. She saw the youthful
exuberance, but also the deeply embedded lack of self-
confidence that derived from having had so little life
experience. "If I knew then, what I know now," thought Lena
to herself. She gazed adoringly at the young girl, wishing
she could somehow give her those life-experiences that would
speed her learning curve. The innocence was still there,
and still beautiful as Lena admired Cassandra in her shorts
and shirt.
"Let's go for one final sunset swim," announced Lena.
"Okay, I'll get changed. Don't go in until I'm back
topside."
"Oh, stop Cassandra. Let's just skinny dip. It's only us."
Cassandra looked at Lena. It was true, it was just them,
and Cassandra did enjoy the feeling of the water caressing
her body when she skinny dipped. As she spoke, Lena had
already peeled off her shirt. Her bare breasts glowed in
the purple light of dusk. Cassandra unbuttoned her own
shirt and tossed it to the deck, then her bra. The evening
air felt heavenly as the gentle breezes caressed her
breasts. She watched as Lena eased her panties off her hips
and naked stood before Cassandra. Cassandra eased her own
shorts off and then her black string bikini panties. She
looked at Lena's body, and the dark juncture between her
legs. "Yes," she thought to herself, this is natural, it is
just us." With that, Cassandra dove off the side of the
boat, cleanly slicing into the water. She broke the surface
as Lena dove from the side, cutting the surface ten feet
from her.
The water felt wonderful over both of their naked bodies.
The warmth of the waves caressed them into a pleasurable
state of arousal. Lena marveled at the young girl's body as
she glided through the waves. In turn, Cassandra marveled
at Lena's strength and perfect stroke as she swam through
the evening seas.
After a few minutes, they returned to the deck of the boat.
"I'll get some towels," said Lena as she went below,
dripping and naked. She returned in a minute, and stopped,
breathless. With her back to her, Cassandra stood naked
facing the sun as it disappeared below the horizon.
Silhouetted in the setting sun, she looked like Venus,
powerful, yet with a youthful innocence. Lena found the
sight beautiful, and arousing. She walked up behind
Cassandra, holding the towels, but not handing them out yet.
She was now five inches from the young girl, willing herself
closer, wanting to feel her own skin naked against
Cassandra's. There was an awkward silence as Lena continued
to stand behind the young girl.
It was Cassandra who broke the silence, by moving gently
back against Lena, wordlessly, as if the wind itself swept
her against the older woman. Cassandra could feel the
softness of Lena's breasts against her back, the warmth of
her belly against her. Cassandra was acutely aware of the
heat coursing through her body. Her blood pounded in her
ears and an ache began in her loins. She felt her head
incline against Lena's shoulder. As if someone else had
gained control of her body Cassandra sensed more than
directed her hands to her sides, to hold Lena's hands within
her own, and then began to draw them up over her body.
Holding Lena's hands in her own, she covered her own
breasts, tingles of pleasure sparking from the tips of her
nipples as she felt Lena's fingers begin to caress her. A
tear formed at the corner of Cassandra's eye and began to
fall over her cheek.
Lena could see the tear on Cassandra's cheek, and pursed her
lips to cover it with a kiss. The older woman was shocked
at what had just happened, but as she stood there, her hands
caressing the young woman's breasts she felt lost in desire
to be with this young woman. The first touch of the young
woman's breasts sparked a blaze within her. Cassandra's
breasts weren't large, but as her fingers found her nipples,
Lena gasped at how stiff the young girl's nipples were.
Cassandra was obviously aroused and as Lena squeezed the
girls' nipple between her thumb and forefinger, she felt the
young woman's body tremble against her.
Lena's hand dropped to Cassandra's hip and turned her
towards herself. The young girl looked away as their bodies
folded into each other, breasts caressing each other,
nipples tracing across each other's chest. Lena's hands
snaked around Cassandra's waist and pulled her against her
warm body. Lena's lips traced over the young woman's cheek,
her fingers dancing over the smooth skin of her back. Where
there bodies were joined heat emanated from the contact. As
Cassandra moved against her, Lena could feel the different
contours of the girl's body, the softness of her thighs, the
points at which her nipples rubbed against the smoothness of
her own breasts. Lena reveled in the smell of the sea in
Cassandra's hair as her tongue traced over the young girl's
earlobe.
Cassandra's mind was a whirlwind of pleasure, and
nervousness. She felt that the pounding of her heart must
be heard for hundreds of yards around the boat. She hung
onto Lena in desperation, enjoying the pleasure of pressing
her body to her, but holding too for strength, which for the
first time in her life she felt she lacked. Indeed her
whole body felt on the brink of some collapse. She could do
no more than enjoy the feeling of Lena's tongue tracing
along her neck, and the feeling of the older woman's full
breasts against her own, soft, comforting.
At the moment when she felt she could stand no longer,
Cassandra allowed Lena to step away for a moment, take her
hand and lead her back to the deck salon. Lena knelt on the
soft cushions and Cassandra knelt opposite her, close, knees
touching. Cassandra felt Lena's fingers in her hair, and
for the first time looked at her face. Cassandra would
think for the rest of her life, that Lena's face that night,
bathed in the rose-purple light of the setting sun, was the
most beautiful face she had ever seen. Her eyes sparkled
like the sea, with a deep smoldering desire and something
else too. Cassandra could see the absolute trust and care
and gentleness in Lena. For what seemed like three minutes
the two women did nothing but stare into each other's eyes,
searching. Cassandra finally turned and kissed the palm of
Lena's hand as it caressed her cheek.
Cassandra felt Lena's fingers trace down her neck and over
her shoulder, down her arm to her own hand. Lena drew
Cassandra's hand into her own, and brought it up to her own
cheek. As Cassandra watched, Lena kissed the young girl's
palm, lightly tracing her tongue along the center of her
hand. Looking directly into Cassandra's eyes, Lena brought
the girl's hand into her own, and drew it over her own
breast, cupping her hand over her nipple. Cassandra stared
in disbelief as she watched her own hand curl around the
fullness of Lena's breast. Unlike her own, they were much
fuller, and Cassandra cupped the breast in her hand, feeling
its fullness and the searing heat emanating from Lena's
nipple. She yielded to her own inner desire as her fingers
closed on the older woman's nipple. Cassandra's forefinger
traced a circle over Lena's aureole, feeling the changing
texture, watching as the nipple became even more distended
under her touch. Finally her finger traced over the
hardness of Lena's nipple, closing it between her forefinger
and thumb eliciting a moan of pleasure from Lena.
Lena could bear it no longer. The feeling of Cassandra's
hand on her breast had ended any reservations she had about
what was about to happen. As she felt Cassandra squeeze her
nipple a dam burst within her, and her desire flowed freely
now within her body from her breasts down in the depths of
her stomach and poured forth from her aroused loins. She
leaned into Cassandra, who lay back against the cushions,
her hands going around Lena's back, pulling her in. Lena's
mouth immediately found the young woman's, and her lips
eagerly tasted. Cassandra's lips parted and Lena could feel
for their tongues make contact for the first time, again, a
wave of pleasure flowed from the broken dam of restraint
within her. She hungrily tasted the young woman's sweet
breath and could sense the passion building within her.
Lena covered Cassandra's breast with her hand, squeezing the
nipple until she felt the sharp intake of breath as she
kissed the young girl. Cassandra's hips were moving wildly
under her own, as if they had a desire in them that could
not be controlled. They maneuvered their thighs against
each other, and Lena could feel the wiry texture of the
Cassandra's pubis as she drew her thigh over the young
woman. She also felt Cassandra shudder beneath her as her
leg drew slowly up over the girl's sex.
They continued moving together, searching for mutual
pleasure, finally Lena felt her own sex make contact with
Cassandra's. As she looked at Cassandra's face, Lena could
see her mouth form a silent "Oh" as Cassandra's sex pressed
against her. As Lena felt the wetness of the contact
between them, and the waves of pleasure began again.
Cassandra moved beneath her, thrusting her hips against her,
and then, Lena felt the lips of the young girl's sex against
her own, their most intimate selves, touching, seeking the
other. Lena could feel the lips of their vulva fit
together, sliding against each other in their own wetness,
pleasuring each other in a most intimate kiss. And as the
lips of the young woman's vulva made contact with her
clitoris Lena felt a tidal wave of pleasure flow up through
and over her body and break against her every nerve. Her
body shook uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure
rolled through her. It seemed impossibly hot between her
legs, as if a fire of desire had exploded into an inferno of
pleasure. Lena was dimly aware through this of Cassandra
rhythmically writhing beneath her until the young girl
gasped and Lena felt her shudder against her. Lena held the
girl tightly against her as her orgasm shook her, their
breasts slippery with sweat moving easily over each other.
For a few moments neither woman spoke. The only sound to be
heard was the gentle slapping of the waves against the hull,
and the ringing sound of the halyards as they knocked
against the masts, and the heavy breathing of the women into
each others' ears as they clung to each other. The weight
of Lena's body on Cassandra was wonderful, and Cassandra
could feel every spot where their bodies were in contact
with each other like tiny flames on her body. Her orgasm
had been the most powerful she had ever experienced, and
Cassandra lay awestruck and frightened at what had just
occurred. She clutched Lena to her both to maintain the
pleasure of the feeling of contact and to avoid looking at
her. She was sure that Lena had achieved orgasm with her,
and her body tingled with both nervousness and pleasure.
Lena moved first, rising up onto her hands, over Cassandra,
looking down into the young woman's eyes. Cassandra looked
searchingly at Lena. She saw the flush in face, the dreamy
look of pleasure so common after a powerful sexual
experience. Cassandra looked at her, into her eyes, but
could see nothing but the dreamy half-asleep look of sated
desire. Cassandra saw too Lena's breasts, full, the nipples
still impossibly hard hanging inches from her own. They
glistened in the moonlight from the musky sweat of their
pleasure. As she stared at Lena's breasts, she felt Lena
move closer, and her nipples came in contact with her own,
just the hard points of her own already aroused nipples.
Lena's eyes closed as she moved gently back and forth,
dragging her own nipples over Cassandra's.
The feeling was electric, and Cassandra closed her eyes.
She was briefly disappointed when the contact stopped for a
few seconds, only to be replaced by a new sensation, one of
warm wetness closing over her nipple. Cassandra's eyes flew
open and she stared down in time to see Lena's tongue draw
her nipple into her mouth. Cassandra shuddered with
pleasure, but was unable to look away as she saw Lena's
mouth begin to suckle her breast. She stared as she saw her
own nipple, distended, wet with saliva, disappear inside
Lena's mouth. She sensed the suction and tweaking of her
nipple as Lena gently took it between her teeth. She felt
the waves of pleasure begin within her self again and they
became inevitable vibrations of pleasure as she saw Lena
gently suck her whole breast into her mouth.
Her second orgasm left her gasping for breath and her
nipple, now open to the cool even breeze felt like an
exposed nerve. She could stand it not longer, and covered
her own breast with her hand. She sensed Lena moving away
from her, kneeling up, when another sensation overtook her.
This time she felt Lena's finger tracing along her vulva,
already soaked from her earlier orgasm. Cassandra opened
her eyes and looked at Lena. Lena no longer had that dreamy
far off look in her eyes. Now there was the look of
determination. Lena never broke her gaze from Cassandra as
she leaned over the young girl, and covered her young sex
with her lips.
For one instant, Cassandra had the urge to run. For one
instant, she thought to stand up, push Lena away, and step
back from this "point-of-no-return." For one instant she
thought life could be normal again if she closed her legs.
Instead, as a warm fire engulfed her loins she closed her
eyes, laid back, and gently opened her legs, opening
herself, opening her core. She felt Lena's tongue on her,
gently probing her depths, tracing along her lips. Her hips
shuddered involuntarily as she felt her clitoris being
engulfed between Lena's warm lips. Never in her life had
she felt so vulnerable, or so excited. She felt the
familiar waves of pleasure begin to build within her, the
warmth beginning to spread throughout her body. "Oh my
god," she thought, "I'm going to cum again." At that moment
as she felt her orgasm beginning to build she felt a need
deep within her sex. She wanted something. She wanted to
be filled. She reached between her legs and covered Lena's
hair with her hands, moving her, guiding her. Then she felt
it. Lena's tongue entered her depths. Cassandra moaned as
she pulled Lena more deeply inside of her, feeling her
tongue fill her depths. Cassandra's orgasm exploded within
her with a force she had never experienced before. She
heard herself screaming in ecstasy, tears flowing freely now
down her cheeks as her body trembled with pleasure.
For ten minutes they lay in each other's arms, gently
caressing each other. Cassandra heart began to beat at a
near-normal pace. She sat up slightly, next to Lena, who
sat up and looked into Cassandra's eyes. "I don't know what
to say," Cassandra began. Lena put her finger to the young
woman's lips, quieting her, smiling. Cassandra looked at
Lena's beautiful face, her full breasts, glistening in the
moonlight. Cassandra reached between them, and held Lena's
breast in her hand, caressing it, feeling it's weight.
Cassandra felt the need deep within her, to please. Lena
had taken her to a completely new level of physical
pleasure, and now Cassandra wanted to do the same for her.
But hesitation arose within her. It was one thing to be
seduced, and to experience pleasure at the hands of Lena,
but it was another thing to take an active role, to pleasure
another woman. She looked at Lena, into her eyes, and
realized that this was not about just physical pleasure.
For the past twenty minutes she had felt one with Lena, and
she wanted to feel that again.
As Lena watched her questioningly, Cassandra slid off of the
salon cushions onto her knees, and between Lena's legs.
Cassandra could see Lena's mouth forming an "Oh" as if to
ask a question as Cassandra's firm fingers spread the older
woman's legs. Cassandra gave Lena one last look as she
began to trace her tongue along the older woman's smooth
thigh. Her skin tasted salty with sweat as Cassandra drew
her tongue back into her mouth. She loved the feeling of
the smooth skin of Lena's inner thigh against her cheek.
She felt momentary resistance from Lena as she placed a hand
on each thigh and began to spread the older woman's legs,
but that moment of resistance faded away in a gasp from
Lena's mouth.
There in front of Cassandra now lay Lena's exposed sex. As
she briefly looked up at Lena she could see only the woman's
upturned breasts as her head lay back against the cushions
in abandon. Cassandra wasn't sure what she had expected,
but there before her was Lena's beautiful flower of her sex,
open, glistening with arousal. Cassandra could see the
aroused swelling of her outer lips, the fleshy hooded
covering of her clitoris, and deeper between the lips, the
pink glistening folds of her core. Cassandra had always
considered her own sex something to cover and hide, but this
was beautiful.
As she stared in wonderment, Cassandra knew exactly what she
wanted, what she needed. All hesitation left her as she
lowered her lips to place the most passionate kiss in her
life at the very core of Lena's self. She covered the soft
fleshy lips of Lena's sex with her own, tasting at once the
musky, pungent flavor of Lena's arousal. Almost immediately
she felt Lena spasm in her mouth, and heard the older woman
cry out. Cassandra loved the taste and sensation of soft
skin between her lips. She traced her tongue along Lena's
outer lips, eliciting another spasm and cry from her lover.
She slowed her tongue over the firm bud of Lena's clitoris
and Cassandra gently took it between her lips, feeling it
grow larger with arousal, and swirled her tongue around the
distended nerve of pleasure. This time, Lena's whole body
convulsed with pleasure as she felt Cassandra tongue at her
very core.
Cassandra continued to nibble on Lena's clitoris until she
felt the waves of orgasm begin to subside in the older
woman. Cassandra continued tasting, loving. Tracing her
tongue along her outer lips, Cassandra parted them with her
fingers, and placed her tongue against the soft pink ridges
of her inner sex. She tugged at them with her lips and
traced her tongue around the entrance to her vagina, tasting
the tart sweetness of her aroused sex.
For the first time in her life, Cassandra felt she was
giving in the way she was meant to give. She had abandoned
herself with her lover, taking pleasure in providing
pleasure. She loved the feeling of Lena's body in complete
arousal before her, writhing in ecstasy as Cassandra
penetrated her core with her tongue. Again, Cassandra felt
the vibrations of impending orgasm begin in Lena, she sensed
the minute ripples with her tongue as she held it against
Lena's pulsing vagina. And then, in an instant, like a damn
breaking, Lena legs began shaking and her body began to
tremble. What began as a gasp of pleasure became a cry of
ecstasy in the night. Cassandra held her tongue against
Lena's core as she felt wave after wave of orgasm pass
through her friend, to her own tongue and down into her own
loins. For a full two minutes Lena continued her spasms of
pleasure until finally, drained, she collapsed back against
the cushions of the salon, her muscles powerless to sustain
her. Cassandra remained on her knees, gently and silently
caressing her.
After many minutes, Lena looked down at Cassandra, who
looked almost asleep between her legs, except for the light
tracing of her fingers over her thigh. It was here, only
three nights ago, in this same place on the boat, that she
had experienced the pleasure of her husband's cock deep
within her. Now, and she squeezed her eyes shut in
disbelief, she had experienced pleasure to a depth she had
never felt before. She looked down at Cassandra in
wonderment. The young beauty had given her pleasure beyond
anything she had ever felt before. Beyond the physical
pleasure, there was the absolute intimacy of what they had
just shared. She had tasted Cassandra's most inner self,
and Cassandra had tasted hers.
The next morning, when Lena awoke, she was alone in the bed.
She remembered the night before, that they had gone below
deck and slept in each other's arms. Now Lena was alone,
but she sensed that the boat was underway and she soon heard
the familiar patter of Cassandra moving topside managing the
boat. Lena pulled on a tee-shirt, and a pair of panties and
went above to the cockpit. Cassandra was there, dressed in
a shirt and khakis, unshowered, but beautiful, thought Lena,
in the morning light.
Cassandra didn't look over to her as she said, "Just another
hour or so into Miami, you can see it now." Lena looked
forward and indeed there was the Miami skyline. She watched
in silence for a few minutes. She sensed more than saw that
Cassandra stole glances of her.
"That was wonderful last night. Thank you." Lena let that
hang out in the morning air. After a moment, a muffled cry
began deep within Cassandra. Lena could see the tears begin
to form in the young girls eyes. Lena rose and moved
quickly to Lena's side, throwing her arms around the young
girl. Cassandra buried her face in the older woman's
shoulder, her body shuddering from the tearful sobs. "I'm
sorry, I didn't mean for it to happen Cassandra. I'm sorry
if I hurt you."
"No, no,,,Lena, please no. It's not that at all," said the
young girl, regaining her composure. "Am I frightened by
what happened last night? Yes, I am. Am I sorry? No I'm
not. You made me feel so alive last night. I'm crying
because in a few hours, you'll step off this boat and I'll
never see you again. You'll go back to your own life with
your husband, and I'll be here. I know it has to be this
way, but no one has ever made me feel so whole before, and
when you leave, I'll never have felt so empty."
Lena held the young woman tightly to her. It was true, and
in fact in a few hours they did arrive at the dock. David,
Lena's husband, was actually there, on crutches to greet her
with a warm embrace. It was an awkward two hours unpacking
their belongings from the boat. Lena and Cassandra worked
silently side by side for the most part. David thought the
two looked exhausted. He attributed the exhaustion to the
fact that the two women had had to manage the boat on their
own a few days, and he tried to help where he could.
Finally, the moment came to depart. David gave Cassandra a
huge hug, thanking her for her quick action on board that
probably saved his life. Cassandra helped him back into
their rented SUV and then returned to the dock. She looked
deep into Cassandra's eyes. She could see the pain and felt
the emptiness in her own heart. She whispered softly to
her, "That was so special the other night, I don't know what
it means. I didn't expect it." Cassandra remained silent,
her eyes glistening.
"I know, hey Lena, you better go. I'll never forget you,
and I'll never be able to sit out on the boat in the
evening without thinking of you. I want to make sure you
know that."
The two women embraced, and Cassandra luxuriated in the
warmth and smells and texture of Lena. Her own heart was
breaking within her, but in this case there was no choice.
Only time and the sea would bring healing. She turned away
from Lena, without looking back and boarded the boat, not
sure she'd able to bear seeing the SUV drive away. "Damn, I
hate Miami." She began to rig the boat for her journey
home, to the sea.
The End