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