Silver heat - Sex Stories

Silver heat

... from armpit to waist, the other behind him, hopefully clinging to the headline. The boat leaned strongly to one side and the bow rose and fell about three feet with each wave we crested. Held there in his arm, against his powerful body, I felt no fear. My trust in Lance in that regard, was total. I had never felt so excited, so exhilarated I my life. Every few seconds, a wave would crash over the bow, dousing us with cold salt spray, and each dousing was a new baptism. Stretched out ahead of us, a golden highway lay upon the sea, beckoning us to sail away into the sun. I felt so free and perfect. Still holding onto Lance's arm with one of mine, I reached behind me to touch him, to try to convey to him the depth of my feeling, to communicate how important this moment had become to me. Lance surprised me by kissing the palm of my hand with the softest merest touch of his lips on my palm. I gasped at the intensity of the current that shot through me. I closed my eyes and lay back easily against his strong body, trying to melt into him. He slipped my forefinger between his lips and began to lick and suck it. I clearly felt the rising hardness of his manhood behind me, pressing against me, not with any urgency, but as if to make a simple statement: &#034I am Here!&#034 It is impossible to determine how long we stood there, faces into the wind, our bodies pressed together, but soon proper control of the vessel took precedence over our mutual joy. We returned to the cockpit and sat ...

... beside one another. But now a subtle change had come over our relationship. Either we were on the verge of something heavier, something deeper, or we would return to shore, happier and wiser, but separate. My skin tingled all over as if some magic lotion or tonic had been applied. &#034Why did you do that to my hand, my fingers?&#034 I asked. &#034Did you not like it? Are you disgusted with me?&#034 &#034No, no, it's nothing like that. I am just afraid that you. . . you. . .I don't know. You might. . . &#034 &#034Seduce you? Make love to you? Well, I might. I think that mostly depends on what you decide. Do you want me to take you back, take you home? I will if that's what you want.&#034 &#034No,&#034 I answered perhaps too quickly. &#034Er. . . that is. No I don't want to go back, don't want this, this time, our time to end, I want to be with you, but. . . I. . . that is. . . I don't know what else I do want, where I want this, us, to go.&#034 &#034Well,&#034 Lance said. &#034Why don't we just see what comes natural to both of us, enjoy a day at sea and take it from there. I say again, at this point anything that happened would be up to you.&#034 &#034Up to me? Why up to me?&#034 &#034Well, I decided that night at your party that I wanted us to be together, to be with you, get to know you. I like you very much and find myself very attracted to you. So naturally I would try to seduce you. But you always retain the right to say no to anything.&#034 &#034You promised that night ...