Come Sail Away

As the cab eased into the airport’s Arrival Terminal traffic, the ordeal of the last 2 hours was quickly fading, absorbed into the humidity and the soft, warm breeze flowing through the car as natural air conditioning. The abruptness of the customs officer, the stickiness of the air as they fanned themselves while waiting in the long line to gain entrance to Paradise, all but erased the excitement and anticipation of the trip. The 4-hour plane ride was uneventful; first class was nice, but there was nothing first class about a crusty border guard.

His hand rested on her bare knee, exposed through the slit in her sundress, falling to the side, exposing her tanned leg, peeking through more as he rubbed her knee and up towards her mid thigh, she relaxed and leaned back against him. Silent but content. She was tired and annoyed by the last 2 hours, but grateful it wasn’t too muggy now, enjoying the 85 degrees, perfectly hot for a week in the sun.

A policeman was guiding traffic through the streets as she watched for the marina. This was a new experience for her, she wasn’t sure what to expect but she knew it would be incredible. He was skilled and capable on the water, while she knew just a little. She trusted him and was grateful for the escape and adventure that awaited them, exploring deserted beaches, lonely cays, palm trees and sunrise and sunset over the horizon.
As they pulled into the Bayshore Marina, the rows of motor yachts, sport yachts, ski boats, fishing boats, party catamarans, and sailboats mesmerized her. He directed the driver to the Pier # where their chartered vessel was awaiting their embarkment. He had described to her what to expect from the yacht they had rented, christened Serenity, and had even showed her photos, but she was unprepared for the elegance and grandeur of the ship they were taking to sea the next morning. Late in the evening and exhausted from the day’s journey, she looked forward to exploring its comforts and getting a good night’s rest before they left the haven of the harbor and headed to the open water, a tranquility of water and wind.

The yacht was breathtaking. It was unlike anything she’d ever seen before. A catamaran between the 2 hull sections, diamond netting inviting one to cool off while enjoying the sun and the water, teakwood and quartz offered a contemporary, refined finish. Panoramic views from the lounge area. Sundecks and shaded lounge areas offered views from every angle. The main deck was expansive, one could have a party there and she envisioned doing yoga in the morning sun before coffee, and dancing with her handsome Captain at night under the stars. She considered the books she could read and the naps they would have on the king-sized loungers and the other more exposing private adult activities. She blushed at the very thought. She was almost overwhelmed that they would have this paradise to themselves for the next 7 days.

He was busy preparing the boat for the journey. Checking all that needed checking. Reviewing the safety procedures and other important details. He checked that all supplies were stocked as per his instructions. He was meticulous in details, wanting everything to be perfect. The balance of working hard was the reward of having this time to relax and enjoy themselves with no distractions or stress. He was so effortlessly sexy in his shorts and deck shoes, white polo t shirt and sunglasses, skin already starting to turn in the sun, slight sweat on his brow. She felt like the luckiest woman alive to be sharing this voyage with him. She was appreciative of everything about him. He was giving, generous and genuine and his smile and laughter lit up her world. He was wise and witty, and they shared a sense of humour. The way he looked at her gave her butterflies; coquettish, like a schoolgirl with her first crush. He was all man, and she was captivated.

She removed her sandals, and explored barefoot through the lounge, noting the jacuzzi beckoning, cautiously treading down the stairs one level to the sleeping quarters and into the master bedroom, purposely dimmed with the most inviting king size bed. She unpacked her small suitcase and settled in. Not much was needed for such a journey; bathing suits and shorts, pretty panties, tank tops and a sundress or two, toiletries and sunscreen. She unpacked his bag, placing his clothes into the closet and drawers neatly beside hers. Refreshing herself with a quick shower, he called to her to enjoy a dinner at the marina before calling it a night. Taking his hand, they walked slowly, already settled into the Caribbean pace.


After the best night’s sleep, and a delicious breakfast of eggs, sausages, and fresh fruit, steaming coffee overlooking the palm trees and white sand beach, they pulled out from the pier and set sail for undetermined destinations. There was no set agenda, they would go where the day took them and anchor at night in the isolation and safety of a deserted cay. Being together was enough to have a good time; it didn’t matter where they went or what they did.

He certainly knew how to set a mood. With the boat on a steady course, distancing them from the other travelers, he settled into the groove. Finding the sound system, he chose the perfect soundtrack for the day; a relaxing, romantic playlist of Latin jazz. The sweet, lighthearted classical yet progressive soft modern flow of sound, such a complex harmony on an otherwise easy Sunday morning. He was relaxed and excited. His mind at peace and his heart filled with a lightheartedness he’d been missing. Being together was such an easy, wonderful feeling.

Drinks were flowing, music was playing, they were moving about the boat with ease, lighthearted, playful, often flirty, and mischievous. The fatigue of the day prior was already a distant memory.

After an afternoon enjoying the sun and a very late lunch, they were enjoying some quiet time before an evening cocktail hour. He blended an amazing concoction of fruit purees, ice and a white Caribbean rum and turned on the music. They had gone far enough that they no longer passed other boats. A slight buzz of the frosty, blended drinks ignited her fantasies as she winked at him and teased with a provocative grin. Drink in hand, barefoot with the cutest pedicured toes, she danced her way onto the deck, releasing her thick, long black hair from the ponytail with her free hand, turning to face him as she stepped onto the diamond mesh of the catamaran, she flashed him a smile. Her green eyes almost glowing in the sun. Her little freckles appearing across her nose and cheeks. Her breasts bounced softly as the boat moved across the calm ocean. She relaxed back onto the mesh and closed her eyes, inhaling the sea salt air, feeling his eyes on her. She was craving his touch and affection and she knew that it was near. She felt radiant and alive with the wind caressing her skin.

He relaxed into the captain’s chair, adjusting his hips to allow room for his own growing excitement and patiently watched her tempt him down below. His eyes fixated on her hips swaying to the music, perfectly in rhythm with each note, her shoulders moving to the beat, head slightly nodding and shaking. The sun was blazing on her golden skin, a tan deepening by the hour. He studied every tan line, memorizing the topography of her body in detail. He couldn’t wait to trace with his fingers, his lips, his tongue. For now, he enjoyed the show. They shared a love of teasing each other and he knew that his turn to tease her would soon arrive. He would ravish every inch of her exquisite form when he was ready. He could almost taste her.

Watching his lady below, imagining all the ways he would ravage her, he secured the boat into an auto pilot mode and went to make more drinks. Changing the music to something a little slower and more appropriate for evening entertainment, he went to join her on the lower deck. Taking a seat beside her on the mesh, the heat of the sun beginning to lower in the sky mixed with the spray from the ocean below was the perfect mix of heat and cooling they needed. She sat up as he offered her a new drink and kissed him gently as he joined her. He pulled her forward, brushing his lips against hers, almost to the beat of the music, increasing tempo and intensity then easing again to the softest caresses. He offered a delicious after sun lotion to her sun kissed skin, the scent of coconuts, pineapple and aloe filling the air as he rubbed it in his hands before rubbing it into her shoulders and back, his eyes immediately transfixed on the tan line of the string wrapping around from under her breasts, secured at the back. As she twisted around to give him access to her far shoulder, her bikini top shifted and the excitement she was feeling was evident from her hard, exposed nipple. Their eyes locked as they both noticed it together. With two quick tugs, the strings released from her back and neck and the top fell to net beneath them. She laughed as he kept meticulously applying the lotion, pressing her onto the mesh, and applying to her chest and neck. He bent low to kiss her again, on the mouth, then moving to her neck and shoulders. As she started to bury herself in his neck, his mouth lowered to her beautiful, ample breasts, soft kisses, and tongue flicks along the curves, gently kissing the side of her breast, his mouth tracing her tan lines before he flicked and encircled his tongue over a nipple as she softly gasped and clamped her legs together to quell the ache in her pussy. She held his head and kept it to her chest as he sucked and kissed and caressed her breasts. Her nipples hardened more with the breeze and the moisture from his mouth. She ran her fingers through is hair, softly moaning his name. His hand moved lower and slipped under the elastic of her bathing suit bottoms to cup her ass cheeks before pulling them down until she lay exposed and hot for him. His fingers traced along her bikini line, along the edge where her legs met her thighs, close but not giving into her hips pushing forward then pulling back, wanting more. He teased her with his fingers while his mouth teased her neck, her breasts, her mouth. She grinded against him, pleading for more, wanting to savour every moment, no hurry to have this end. She breathed in his scent, so masculine, focused in on his own breathing and the music, every sense engaged. His had would reach around to cup her ass and pull her closer to him. He never spoke, he didn’t have to, he was guiding her with his hands, his eyes, his mouth.

His lips and tongue were like nothing she’d ever felt before and her hands magnetically began to run over his shoulders and down his tanned torso. Her head fell backwards, and she moaned quietly yet loud enough that he knew if he continued to suck her nipples she may come, but it was too early for that.

Her senses were loaded with the feel of his lips and mouth, the scent of his cologne and sunscreen, the taste of the fruit purees and rum on his lips, the salty air, and the sound of the ocean. They felt like the only people on earth and it was magical. She loved the way he looked at her and touched her. He loved the way she seduced him with her eyes and her voice, the raspy, softness asking him for more with the simple whisper of his name. Never did “Hey baby” sound as sweet and sexy. Being out there in the sunshine, enjoying each other, seemed hedonistic and carnal, yet salacious and sensuous.
Within moments they were entangled in wicked wanton, each of the senses ignited, enough energy between them to continue all evening.

She was unsure how long they were there, immersed in each other on the catamaran. The sun was setting, and the sky was turning beautiful shades of reds, orange, yellow with hints of pink. It must have been close to 7 pm, but time was irrelevant on vacation. She solar deck lights began to flicker on. She closed her eyes and relaxed completely, letting the waves of pleasure wash over her. He was a skilled lover and she experienced enough to know how to let loose and enjoy it all fully. Opening her eyes to watch him touch her, taste her again, blood coursed through her veins, flushing her chest, pulsing her pussy and clitoris, pressing harder into his touch.

Her eyes burned for him and she reached down and pulled at his shorts, relieved that the string wasn’t tightly tied. She could feel his hardness through the material, craving to be released. His excitement evident, which turned her on even more. Before she could pull them off, he stood to his feet and offered his hand to pull her up, leading her to the lounging sofas on the deck. Before she sat, he put his hands around her waist and slowly turned her to face him, hands still on her waist, fingers then tracing up and down her sides, giving her cold shivers, staring deep in her eyes, he gave her a wink before easing her down and back onto the soft, hot material. He gently spread her legs apart and she felt totally exposed to him and to the setting sun and the sky and reveled in the attention. The lips of her pussy were throbbing and watched his fingers lower to tease her, his fingers slid along the sides of her silky clitoris as she leaned back on her hands to balance herself and watch him and spread her legs wider. There was no talking. He knew what she needed, and wanted, and she allowed him to do as he pleased with her.
She reached up again and felt the hardness of his cock begging for her. She tugged his shorts until they fell to the deck and as he bent to remove them from his feet, his tongue found its way to the sweetness of her aching pussy. She moaned in ecstasy as he gently, carefully teased her until he couldn’t take the torture anymore either. He teased with his fingers, tracing slowly, prodding with just his fingertips before fully inserting one, then two. She was so ready for him. He slid into her with one sleek thrust and she relaxed back. The way he filled her and stretched her, so tight, so grateful for her wetness. She dug her nails into his back as she opened her legs wider to him. He slipped in and out of her in a gentle then more intense rhythm. He watched her, locking eyes as she caressed her own breasts, her hands rubbing the lotion into her skin, cupping, squeezing. She bit her lower lip and smiled at him, nodding in agreement that what he was giving her, she was loving. As he withdrew after several minutes of enjoying the tight, wet, silk inside her, she sat up, needing to taste him, and her own self on him, a delicious blend. She firmly gripped his thighs as he drew forward, watching himself disappear into her mouth. She stared up at him, before closing her eyes and felt him hit the softness of the back of her throat as he gently rocked forwards and backwards. She held him there before releasing him, her tongue swirling around the entire length of him, gently sucking and licking accepting every inch of him, feeling him speed up and slow down while his cock grew even harder and thicker, beginning to throb more and she knew if she kept this pace, he would finish quickly. He was incapable of speech in those moments, eyes closing and opening, watching her, and relishing in the sheer ecstasy of it. He enjoyed the softness of her mouth, the slipperiness of her tongue as her head bobbed up and down. His hands were in her hair, guiding the speed and intensity. Her hair so soft in his hands, juxtaposition of the softness of her hair and her curves against the squareness of his hips, and the hardness, length, and power of his cock.

He backed up slightly and pressed her back again, opening her legs wide, her pussy wet and waiting cupping her ass in his hands, he pressed inside her again, watching her push forward and he pushed back, her hair bouncing in the breeze, looking up at him smiling, moaning his name. He loved the sound of her voice, and she loved his, especially in moments like these. He bent low to kiss her deeply, their tongues in an intimate dance together, his hands cupping her breasts, pinching, and twirling her nipples until they were so hard it almost pained her. Their voices gave way to soft moans and groans getting louder and more intense until their bodies burst together. Wave after wave passed through them both. His head fell forward, cradled by her breasts as their breathing returned to normal. Long moments passed as they clung together, softly whispering happily, silly things to each other.

They sat up, bodies satiated and tired, and noticed a boat in the distance, obviously having passed them and likely seeing their dalliance. They raised their glasses and offered a toast to the passing vessel, hoping that trip was every bit as decadent as their own so far.

A soft Caribbean evening rainstorm rolled in. He got up to gather his shorts and start the BBQ while she sang along to the music still floating in the air, and sauntered deliciously naked to the jacuzzi, looking back with a wink. Dinner can wait. Dessert it is.