1. Lessons Learned


    Date: 5/9/2024, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Gordon_Brail 

    ... able to feel the boat dip between the waves though they stand upright on blocky stilts. She eyes the boat, a long stretch of fiberglass before her as the hole for a mast seems further away than she expected. Another realization comes. “This isn’t thirty feet.” She turns to Scott, holding his confession hostage.

“Well…” he begins, scoffing the pristine, unfinished deck. “She’s thirty-four.”

“I didn’t pay for thirty-four.”

“I’ll only charge for thirty, then. My mistake.”

“Scott…” Haley’s reply is more of a plea than anything. “I can’t accept this.”

He shrugs, admiring his own handiwork before looking over Haley once more.God, he’s glad she’s here. “You’ve already paid for half and…I don’t do refunds…so…” He’s smirking, watching Haley’s serious, brown eyes. “You’re kinda’ stuck with it.” He’s aware that Haley doesn’t approve, but she won’t turn him down.

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Six Months Ago

A hot September sun shines on sparkling waters east of Boston, the thirty-footSweetwater doing just fine with Haley behind the wheel.

This is only her third lesson with Scott, but she’s magnificent as the white sails stretch high above the water.

“Here it comes,” Scott comments into the wind, a nod in the direction of a rolling wave.

Haley’s hair flips against the rush as her stance firms, turning the wheel just a bit in an attempt to heel the wave. TheSweetwater rises gracelessly, wind escaping her sails. “Sorry,” she says more to herself. “Ugh! C’mon!”

“You’re just ...
    ... fine!” he calls into the wind, hoping it doesn’t completely deter Haley. Scott rises, catching his footing as theSweetwater struggles to catch up to speed. He notices Haley watching him as he reaches for a tight line, letting it out a little to catch some wind and get them over of this hump of water.

“Don’t worry about me!” he says over his shoulder. “Let’s get moving!”

Haley recovers beautifully, the boat slipping along the waves as if nothing ever happened.

Scott stands beside her at the helm. He admires the tall, full sails, appreciating the sweet aroma of Haley’s perfume. His hand is on the wheel, giving it a little turn to feel the boat under his feet. Haley’s hand is under his, but she doesn’t seem to mind, feeling Scott’s fingers wrap around hers as they dip over the next wave.

“There she is,” he casually comments, causing Haley to smile. From behind her dark sunglasses, she notes Scott’s handsome face. She loves the way he admires the boat, not minding when those bright eyes observe her in a passing glance.

Scott is…definitive. He’s so sure of what he knows, calm and casual with every remark. At first glance, Haley would place Scott at thirty, the summer tan showing his adventurous side, the smile displaying his boyish joy of simple pleasures.

Reluctantly, Scott releases the wheel, allowing Haley to remain in charge. He walks behind her, pretending to check the nylon lines as he spends more time looking over Haley than anything else. He never asked Haley ...
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