The Sailing Date - part 3 - Sex Stories

The Sailing Date - part 3

... wind. It was clear that Dave could handle this boat without assistance. Each time the bow tacked through the wind, and they ducked under the boom to switch sides, Dave watched Julie’s bare derriere pop into the air. Her bikini did little to cover her lower labia or anus. Seeing the moisture present increased Dave’s arousal. Dave turned the jib sheets over to Julie and did a few more slow tacks while she became accustom to using the winches and the rhythm of taking the jib from one side to another. Dave picked up the pace, tacking quickly through the wind. This required more energy and movement for Julie. She had trouble keeping her small top centered over her nipples. She found herself preforming poorly when she was concerned with adjusting the top instead of the jib sheets. Dave noticed too. How could he not. Stiff nipples slipping out is a voyeur’s dream. “I suggest you just take it off.” Dave stated with a grin. He patted his throbbing erection and added, “You topless is unlikely to have an additional impact!” Julie bobbed her head and giggled. Looking brazenly at his cock, she retorted “I see you point!” That broke Dave up further. She removed the top and tossed it into the bow cubby. Her coordination and timing improved now that she could focus on the task. Dave brought the bow further into the wind and set the sail trim for close hauled. Their speed increased and occasional waves broke over the bow, spraying them in cool lake water. Julie being forward got the brunt of ...

... the spray. She pressed closer into Dave’s warm side. Dave brought Halie into perfect balance. Julie looked up into his face and saw joy radiating from it. Wow, sailing is really important to him, and he is sharing it with me! Dave began a quiet monolog on all the little things to watch, passing on years of experience to the eager young sailor. He put his arm around her and pulled her close so she could share the tiller and feel his slight adjustments as wind and wave varied. “Ok, let’s switch. You take the tiller and mail sheet. I’ll still call the commands.” Julie took his spot. Dave talked her through a couple of tacks. Julie was amazed at how much she could feel with the tiller in her hand. Listening to his tips, she located the sweet spot, just a bit into the wind from the greatest point of power. She caught on to reading the signs of variation in wind and anticipating with small tiller adjustments. She started to become ‘one’ with the boat. She was harnessing the power of nature to race across the lake. This is living! This is a greater thrill then the sports car. Dave looked back and saw that Julie was in the zone. Yup, she’s a keeper! After two hours of beating into the wind, Julie’s arms were starting to ache from pulling the tiller against the power of the wind. As much fun as she was having, she admitted she needed a break. Dave had her turn down wind. What a remarkable change. With the wind pushing from behind, it’s like it had stopped blowing. The white sails were ...