Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 01:37:43 EDT
From: Archdyke@aol.com
Subject: Sailing by Carol Marie

The road to Albion was blocked by rock slides covering the lanes in both 
directions. I had wanted badly to take her there to show her the fairy rings 
of giant sequoias and cypress that hung in the nearby forests. She had told 
me once of cypress trees that were the balance of the bayou, and I knew them 
to be a wonderment for her. I had wished to show her the poetry of the 
northern coast.
  When we first heard the highway conditions I felt as her heart sank so low 
and then escalated at once when I told her we would just sail up if that was 
OK with her.
She became like a child giddy from too much candy and I reveled in making her 
smile once again.
After all she had traveled so far to see the place where my dreams began and 
hers would soon begin.
We drove south to the marina stopping once to buy the few perishables we 
would need. I bought several loaves of a good hard crusty French bread made 
in the town where I lived and cracked crab and an array of pickled mushrooms, 
the most being the portobellos which she preferred. I brought rose petals to 
threw across the deck where her feet might step, wanting each step to be 
graced with that of nature so pure. 
I bought a fine late harvest gerwertztraminer for her consumption and 
chocolate proliferols for later in the evening.
The sun was high in a cloudless sky and the winds blew soft closer to land. 
The harbor was empty when we arrived, most of the fishermen already out for 
the early morning catch. I waved hello to Constantine as we neared the 
moorings. He tipped his sailors cap as we passed him and he bade us a fond 
farewell as we put to sea.
   I motored out of the harbor keeping the speed to a minimum, watching and 
taking care not to rock too harshly the elder sailors nets and then when it 
was safe enough, let the engine take us to deeper waters. And there I started 
the electronics, first hoisting the main sail and then the smaller jibs. They 
billowed taut and at once we fell into a side winding curve at which she 
laughed. And I watched as she clung to the helm, with her feet planted 
firmly. Waters splashed on the newly polished deck and quickly subsided as I 
brought her upright. 
The winds they ran easterly with perhaps a 20-25 knot bearing. It was brusque 
and refreshing all at the same time and I relished in the power of being the 
captain of this vessel.
 We barely spoke but in that silence she came to know more of me and what 
powered me from within. And in that silence I grew to love her innocence and 
her naivete. She had been in the military for many years and had just 
retired....giving her time to persue her many dreams. I had invited her to 
come west and see the land where fairies now resided. She had jumped at the 
chance, we having discussed this on numerous occasions in the past.
   As we neared the North tower of the Golden Gate Bridge, a large tanker 
with Asian writings on its starboard side passed by us, blowing their horn as 
if to say hello. 
      I loved the feel of the wheel in my hands, the way I steadied it and 
myself...that to undeniable rush as it whooshed thru me leaving me breathless 
and addicted...knowing I would I would always come back for more.
     She stood just inside of my arms with her head flung back across my 
chest and shoulders. And that too seemed a powerful companion for my love of 
the sea. Her beauty alone outshone a multitude of stars.  Her gentle wisdom 
gave clarity to phenomenon.
  My friendship with her was deepening in ways both of us needed.  We were 
confidantes and whimsical partners. We had never been intimate in the sense 
of a sexual act but our closeness shared more intensity than the average 
friendship.
   Just having her here with me truly brought great happiness to me.  But as 
she lay her head so close to mine, in that shortness between our breaths, I 
felt such pangs of lust growling inside of me. 
 I moved just slightly stirring a peaceful moment and she stood upright and 
stretched. I too stretched putting more distance between us. I suggested some 
wine and she agreed that would be nice and said she would get it. 
I told her if she took the wheel it would be my pleasure to serve her. At 
first she protested and had a scared look on her face, but I assured her all 
would be fine.  I told her how to keep the wheel watching the compass and the 
numbers on the gauge.
   I watched her as her hair fell in ringlets at her face and the delicate 
way in which her fingers pushed them aside. I watched the way she turned on 
one foot when she caught a glimpse of some exotic bird that flew overhead and 
the way she marveled at the simplest of natures beauty.
I sat on the pilothouse and watched as she sailed my boat right into my heart.
When the sun had set, I lit the lanterns and hung them on the main mast to 
provide more light and there in the flickering candles her face shown all 
aglow. Her smile warmed me. She came closer to me and placed her lips on mine 
and gently kissed me, and then she moved back to the helm.
I told her I was going to lay the anchor and asked her if she wanted to learn 
how. She eagerly said yes, still so innocent like a child.
When we were thru we sat huddled together in the cockpit, a blanket around 
our shoulders, telling sea worthy tales. And we laughed and her sounds made 
me whole inside.
My arm was around her and my heart beat faster than I had ever known and in 
that small space of time between laughter and sentiment, a fire forged within 
me. It was uncontainable and knew no bounds. I turned towards her and firmly 
took her in my arms and leaning back, my lips founds her, wet and parted.
She took me into her mouth, her tongue wrestled with my own. I pushed it back 
inside to her throat and she tried to swallow me whole. I laughed and kissed 
her chin and her neck and her eyes and again she laughed.
The salon suddenly became too warm and I flung the blanket aside. She had 
stood and was removing her sweatshirt and her pants, stepping so freely from 
them. And we moved closer to one another. At first, just our fur touching in 
the quiet of the night. And then our hands met and we traced the outline of 
each others arms...delicate tracings that led to our shoulders and then back 
down inside the fingers. Then I brought her fingers to my mouth and one by 
one I sucked them, pushing them deep into my mouth, grasping them with my 
lips.
Then our breasts were touching, the softness, the electric currents that you 
hear about were actually happening. I could feel her nipples hardening and 
rising against me with each breath that she took. And I kissed her again, 
this time barely brushing her lips, toying and teasing. She too kept at bay 
somewhat, leaning in and then pulling from me. And then I caught her with my 
leg between hers and pulled her close to me, kissing her harder. I heard her 
gasp and I thrust my tongue deep into her. I heard her say, "Take me"...and I 
lifted her in my arms and headed below deck with her. 
We laughed going thru the galley doors with her in my arms and I had to put 
her down to make it thru the narrow aisle. Once near my stateroom, she said 
she would be right back and headed into the other stateroom.
Once inside my own space I quickly moved things from my bed and turned the 
lights down low. I turned on the CD player and the dulcet tones of Stan Getz' 
sax smoothly set the mood, then the sound of a knock came breaking the moment 
and for an instance I felt myself being nervous. What happened to the dark 
pirate who so dilligently arranged this whole meeting, the charming witty 
womyn who flirted and seduced many...was now scared....I would have to do 
better than this..
I opened the door, and there she stood with champagne and flutes in hand and 
a big smile from ear to ear. I moved aside and allowed her entrance. On her 
way passed me she turned her head and kissed my nose and told me to get my 
butt in gear.
I jumped up on the bed and sat cross legged across from her..she did the 
same. She poured me some champagne and it started to bubble up over the side 
when i leaned in and lapped it up. Some of it fell onto her lap and I meaned 
down and licked her belly and started inching towards her patch of fur. 
Suprisingly she opened her legs quickly to afford me greater ease. 
I remember saying "O Baby" and moving my tongue around the base of her clit, 
parting her labia with my chin. I heard her moan and life showered me with 
waves of joy.
I took her clit between my teeth and yanked gently, again she cried out, 
saying my name in staccato fashion. I moved my fingers into her wet and 
parted her still more. And then 2 went in easily enough and she moved to rise 
ontop of them, making me shift my weight on her thighs.
Before I could start moving in her, her hips began to jerk spasmodically.Like 
she was ready long before me. I flicked her clit with the wide flat of my 
tongue and again she lurched harder onto my fingers, ramming them up deep 
inside of her.
I flicked faster in the dimly lit room, sometimes catching a glimpse of her 
contorted face, knowing she was lost in that moment of bliss, and then I 
heard her loud and clear as she screamed my name and told me she had arrived.
We laid together, our arms clasped around the other, swaying to the motion of 
the tide. her curls tickling my face, me blowing them away and ocasionally 
turning to face the other and kissing again and again.
It was daybreak before we stirred. The faint sound of gulls flying overhead. 
The miraculous beauty of the sea and its lust for endless horizons. The 
western sky was  filled with oranges and pinks that swirled like paint pots 
and brought me more alive with my senses. 

Copyright 1999 carol marie