Rocking the Boat

ROCKING THE BOAT


After carefully applying new lipstick, I treat myself to another generous spray of his favourite perfume then step back from the mirror.

“Not quite past your sell-by date yet, my dear,” I smile at my reflection. “I just hope he appreciates the effort.”

Paul had phoned earlier that morning, his voice sounding amused and excited; mischievous even. But then Paul is full of mischief; that’s one of the things I love about him.

“Be ready at two this afternoon.” I could almost hear the grin on his face.

“Why, where are we going?” I’d asked, knowing I’d probably not receive a straight answer.

“Wait and see; it’s a surprise,” he teased. “Get dressed up, look sexy for me.”

“I don’t have time for a face lift and liposuction in four hours.”

“Well, do your best, my love. Wear that black bin liner I bought last week. It’s the perfect thing for getting down and dirty.”

Laughing, I’d replaced the receiver. Paul always brings a smile to my face and a tingle to places other men cannot reach.

I decide on a new, skimpy blue dress and matching high heels; no panties – who needs them on a beautiful, still day? I’m as excited as a teenager about to venture on a first date. That’s how Paul makes me feel. Rather late in life I’ve found a man who actually makes me happy. Paul came into my life at the end of a long, lonely winter, when the weather and my emotional state were both dark and dreary. I was in deep despair over yet another stormy relationship that had ended on a nasty note. I wasn’t looking for another man; in fact I’d decided to give them up as a bad job and spend my evenings cuddling my teddy bear. Bears don’t break your heart. But, fate decreed otherwise and over time my feelings for this wonderful man had blossomed from friendship to affection, from affection to love and all the passion that goes with it. He’d fired my imagination and fuelled my fantasies for months and I was amazed how rapidly the black clouds of winter and hurt had lifted.

Love at first sight may exist, but it can’t compare to a love that begins with a spark, then slowly, like a fire in winter, thaws and warms you, making you never want to leave the glow of its comforting flames. And like a fire, just the sight or sound of him sometimes made me almost unbearably hot. Not the most handsome man I’ve ever seen but certainly the most attractive if you understand what I mean. An attraction that comes from within; a meeting of minds, a joining of kindred spirits. It’s a shame we don’t appreciate in our younger years that like-mindedness is more of a turn on that than just a handsome face and a toned physique. The mind is by far the most erogenous zone and Paul had seduced mine in a way no man had before. I’m just so pleased to have found him; how many people ever feel they’ve got it right? I never did until now.

Paul arrives on time, gives me a warm hug and compliments me on my appearance. He’s wearing the black shirt I love to see him in and a secret, provocative smile; my suspicions that he’s up to something are confirmed when he produces a blindfold from his pocket.

“You’re to keep this on until I tell you to take it off.”

“Your wish is my command; I just love a dominant man. You haven’t bought a bondage kit too have you?”

Patting my backside playfully, he places the blindfold over my eyes and takes my hand. Our fingers intertwine automatically; he squeezes my hand gently then leads me outside to his car. There is no feeling of vulnerability in being led; I trust Paul implicitly. Although I can’t view the scenery, I can feel the warm sun on my bare shoulders and the breeze in my hair as the car travels smoothly to our mystery destination. Our favourite music plays on the car radio, Paul strokes my thigh as he sings along and I’m starting to feel aroused. Wherever we’re going I hope it’s somewhere private.

Eventually, the car comes to a halt and Paul assists me from it and then leads me a few yards before announcing I can remove the blindfold. My eyes swiftly take in my surroundings; I’m gazing at the most beautiful boat I’ve ever seen; a long, sleek, dazzling white motor cruiser, in immaculate condition and obviously very expensive.

“Oh Paul, she’s beautiful.” I smile at him and know his eyes have entered my thoughts.

Paul and I are both passionate about water and have dreamed of being able to afford a boat of our own. We’ve often spoken of how we’d celebrate its launch and I’m not talking about cutting ribbons and blessing all those who sail in her.

Leaving our shoes at the entrance, we clamber into the boat like children arriving at a birthday party. The interior is tastefully furnished and decorated. Entering the main cabin, Paul sits on the soft bed and pats the space beside him, his brown eyes twinkling seductively in the subtle light. Taking my place beside him I hold his face in my hands and place my lips on his sensuous, full mouth. Familiar feelings enfold me; I release him and tenderly kiss his forehead, his eyelids, the tip of his nose and the sides of his mouth before returning hungrily to his waiting lips, my hands caressing the sides of his softly bearded face.

“Hey, eager beaver,” he whispers, his soft, seeking lips finding the back of my neck and sending shivers down my spine. “Hold on a bit, we have to celebrate in style; there’s plenty of time, don’t fret.”

He reaches into the bag he’s carried on board and produces a bottle of champagne, two glasses and a small basket of fresh ripe strawberries. He pours us both a glass of the sparkling liquid, we clink glasses and drink without breaking the eye contact that’s telling me his mind is working along the same lines as mine. We lie back on the rich blue satin cover and feed each other the strawberries until there are only three left. Removing the green stalk from one of them I invite him to share it with me. I place it in my mouth and he softly nibbles the other end until his lips meet mine for a long, sensuous kiss, our tongues talking passion while our flesh tingles in anticipation. His long, slender fingers reach inside my dress, fondling my breasts, circling the tips of his fingers around my hardening nipples. My breath quickens then I gasp as a cold strawberry lands inside my bra, between my breasts.

“You little devil.” I smile at him.

“That one’s just for me,” he replies, as he begins to trail his warm wet tongue over my breasts towards the fruit.

Squirming from his arms, I grab the last strawberry and lower myself onto the deep, rich carpeted floor.
“Me first,” I giggle as I drop the strawberry down the front of his jeans. “I need more Vitamin C than you.”

Kneeling in front of him, I slowly unfasten his jeans, stroking his stirring member through the fabric. The zip glides smoothly down and I slowly pull down his clothes, my mouth catching the strawberry before it falls. The fruit is sweet and succulent but nowhere near as delicious as the feast my eyes are focussing on. I can feel myself responding already just by gazing at his hardness. His tender fingers trail across my cheeks as my tongue lightly flicks over the head of his erection. Closing my eyes I luxuriate in the feel of him, his masculine scent making my senses reel. I sense the tremor of anticipation ripple through his body as my tongue travels the length of his shaft, then returns, before wrapping my mouth around the head, massaging his strong thighs with my eager fingers. His hands stroke my neck with a mixture of tenderness and urgency as I absorb myself completely in the easy task of pleasing him with my tongue and mouth. Paul always treats me as if I’m the most desirable woman on earth which heightens the sexual tension between us. There is nothing else of importance but the feel of his skin, the sound of his soft moans, the curve of his smooth buttocks, the passion in his eyes and the scent of his skin – all uniquely his and right now all belonging just to me. I revel in the sensations he stirs in me. I can feel him starting to throb in my mouth and reluctantly withdraw from him after a few last kisses. Standing to face him, he opens his eyes and rewards me with his beautiful smile.

Stepping back, I slip my dress and bra from my shoulders; they fall slowly and seductively to the floor. His arms slide around me, pulling me close. I slip his shirt from his shoulders then hold it to my face, absorbing his warmth and scent before allowing it to join the rest of the abandoned garments. He sinks his mouth against mine, my nipples pressing against his chest. His kissing lights a thousand flares of desire in my mind.

He lowers me gently on the bed and turns his attention to my tingling breasts. Supple lips explore my neck, shoulders and throat; my hands are in his hair as his tongue delights my nipples. I relax and close my eyes, concentrating on the feeling as he sucks and caresses my breasts with his mouth, his hands roaming over my lower regions, so knowing and so sure. I luxuriate in the sensuous trail of his fingers along my inner thigh; I’m writhing with the intensity of the sensations created by the power of his hands and tongue. Reassured that I’m aroused and damp, his lips make the slow journey from my breasts, over my stomach until he reaches the deep well of my desire. He takes his first lick and my head spins; pleasure surging through my whole body. My hands fondle his shoulders, his spine, his buttocks; I stroke lower as his tongue drives me to a frenzied edge.

His tongue makes the return journey to my eager lips; we kiss passionately once more, his lips still moist. I can feel his erection between my legs; it’s time for the ultimate of pleasures. I caress his hardness, guiding him inside me with my hands. He slides in me with ease; we lie still for a moment, drowning in the magical feeling. Making love with someone you feel safe and comfortable with is the greatest aphrodisiac of all.

My hips move involuntarily, welcoming and cherishing him. I feel the pleasure that enfolds me every time we make love; contracting and relaxing in turn as he thrusts slowly, languorously. Gazing into his heavy-lidded eyes, my hands caressing his shoulders, sides and back, the pace increases and I’m unable to focus on anything but this moment. Our breathing becomes fast and hard; my hips rotate as we rock the rhythm of lovers old and new, wanting this to last forever but needing fulfilment at the same time.

I arch under his knowing touch, climaxing long and hard, tightening around him until he too reaches the same heightened state. I hold him close, loving the sound of his hot breath in my ear, stroking, caressing and whispering words only for him to hear.

“Can you feel the boat rocking?” he whispers.

“Mmmm, sure can my sweet; and the waves lapping against the sides.”

“And the mournful cries of the seagulls,” he adds with a cheeky grin. We kiss one last time, then reluctantly dress, pack up our belongings and straighten the bed.

Stepping from the boat a smart-suited salesman approaches us, smiling warmly.

“Well, how was it?” he asks.

“It was out of this world,” we reply in unison.

“She is a beauty isn’t she? We don’t use pressure salesmanship here so I’ll leave you in peace to make your decision. Feel free to come back anytime and take another look.”

“Thanks, we might just do that.” Paul smirks as we step out of the showroom into the spring sunshine, suppressing laughter.

There is little chance Paul and I will ever be able to afford a boat like that but we have the ingredients to turn all our fantasies into reality – trust, love and very vivid imaginations. I’m looking forward to a wonderful summer with my very special man and I’m not even dreading the return of winter this year. Who knows what fun and games Paul and I can invent to play in the snow?