Silver heat - Sex Stories

Silver heat

... and got to know one another. We talked of his work and my work. From time to time as we chatted, he would reach to touch my hand or arm, and once my bare knee. He seemed very interested and asked about my literary favorites. We followed the meal with bits of mixed berries, melon, and other fruit. As we ate, we talked more. Or mostly, lance talked to me and I answered with uneducated grunts. &#034When we finish our victuals and get out a bit farther, we'll put up the sails. That's when the fun begins. Since there are only the two of us, you will be the crew and I will be the captain. We'll give it a run through first and then go to it. On a modern boat with electric winches and all it is really pretty easy. Two things you need to know right away. Once the sails are up, never move around the boat without a tether. That will be like a rope around your waist with a clip on it. This,&#034 showing me, &#034 is the lifeline. When you move around the boat in bad weather or under full sail, always clip yourself to the life line then unclip for a second, move to the next section of lifeline, then hook up again, like this, see. Second, watch out for the boom. See that large pole there with all the canvas rolled up on it. Well when we operate the winch, it will pull all that sail up to the top of the mast, up there,&#034 pointing, &#034 when the ship tacks quickly, that's turns fast in lay terms, the boom will swing from one side to the other. If you are not paying attention, it will ...

... clobber you and dump you in the sea, maybe knock you out!&#034 I was feeling totally inadequate and a bit frightened, but Lance reassured me. &#034Since we aren't really going anywhere and the wind is pretty steady, the only reason to tack is to keep abreast of any large swells that might develop. So don't worry. Trust me, you are going to love this. Engines off, sails unfurled, winching, hauling, cleatting done, and the boat on auto pilot to maintain our course, Lance called to me from the bow. &#034Hook up to the lifeline and come forward to me.&#034 I complied. I had had no idea such a large boat would tilt so far when making way under sail. The deck was very slanted and difficult to walk on, not to mention bouncing up and down on the waves, and I moved forward cautiously, very glad to have my new deck shoes, Once in the bow, I spied Lance standing at the very front of the boat. The wind blew his hair back from his fine features, and salt spray flung itself in his face every few seconds. He looked like the mast head of some ancient Pirate ship. There was a gleam in his eye like dark fire. He leaned toward me, keeping one hand on the lifeline, and reached out his hand. I disconnected from the lifeline and reached toward him. He pulled hard and I lurched forward into his arms. He maneuvered me in front of him and we moved out about three feet into a little roped off area in front I was soon to learn was called the 'pulpit'. He held me against him, one arm crooked around my body ...