Endless Summer - Episode One: The Beach House

[RockYourWorld]

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I hate WINTER!

Summer has ended here in the Mid-Atlantic US. The mornings are cold, the leaves are turning, and it get's dark WAY too early. And those things are only going to get worse.

I am starting a series here called Endless Summer, where my main character, Scott Hunter, will be trying to find a place in his mind where summer doesn't end, even if the signs are all around him that autumn and winter will have their time.

The role plays will be presented in a series of Episodes. Episode One will be The Beach House, where Scott, through a series of fortunate events, finds an available place to wait out the fall and winter, courtesy of a lovely lady named Ashley Turner.

Later episodes will call on the talents of other role play writers that I invite. I would LOVE to hear feedback on what transpires...good and bad. The sex will be plentiful and upfront, but I do hope to present stories of my characters' growth and discovery.

If you like fall and winter - and I know you folks are out there- read along anyway and enjoy. If you're like me, and Summer is your time, then I hope you enjoy this little escape I'm providing over the next coming months.

In Episode One, Ashley will be played by Sinful Whispers.

Rock On!


Endless Summer - Episode One: The Beach House

Scott Hunter had pretty much missed the summer. It was April when a tanker truck driver, working on hour number 23, decided to change lanes on the freeway. no big deal, except he changed inot the lane Scott occupied at the time. Scott's Chevy Trailblazer went off the road and rolled about five times.

Scott's neck took the worst of it, and two months of hosptialization and another month of physical therapy had brought him along. But it had cost him two things very dear to him: his chance to write his novel, and the summer.

Scott had sumbitted an outline for his book to Outlandish Publications and had a deal for its publication. His deal fell through when his injuries prevented him from writing. Scott was hoping to work on a new deal with a new publisher, but that would take time and work.

Scott had also missed the summer. it had always been his favorite time of year. Being in the hospital and getting treatment had taken that from him. He loved tanned skin (especially the female variety) swimsuits, flip flops, the smell of tanning oil. He loved how the warmth enveloped you. But most of all, he enjoyed the pace of life in the summer, the lack of anxiety, the chance that summer gave you to enjoy life.

He now found himself having to recreate that. He was in Pacific City, looking for a place to live and work on his book deal. Pacific City was a tourist place mostly, and the town was shutting down. He was hoping he could find a nice quiet place to write, and think of warm relaxing times.

As he made his way along the beach on this afternoon, he saw a place that would have been perfect. But it seemed to be unavaliable just as he saw it...a woman was out front putting boards on the windows, no doubt preparing to shutter the place for the season.

All of a sudden, Scott felt a gust of wind come along, and that same wind took hold of the board the woman was handling, causing her to lose her balance, knocking her off her feet. Without another thought, Scott ran to help her.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

The sky was a light grey overcast on this particular fall day as Ashley stood upon the front porch of her beach front home looking out to the ocean, watching the waves come crashing upon the sand as if they were mating in their own way. She felt the wind upon her face as it blew strands of her long hair across the front of her tanned china doll features covering her eyes. Ashley reached up and tucked those chestnut brown soft curled strands behind her ears and then stretched.

Ashley smoothed out her dress as it lifted up feeling the cool breeze catch the hem and cause it to fly about her upper thighs. She turned and ran her hand along the wooden deck rail and walked down the steps onto the beach. The sand still held a little bit of warmth from the sun the day before as she walked down to the waters edge and decided to take that one last stroll along the beach before she headed back to the city. That was one thing she wasn’t looking forwards to, the hustle and bustle, the sound of sirens and gun shots every now and then. She got used to the solitude of her own paradise of her beach house, as she pondered making it her perrminate home next summer. She reached down and picked up a few shells as she felt the water run across her feet, she looked out to the ocean, crossing her arms and resting them under her ample breasts, watching the ocean liner upon the horizon slowly go by.

She got lost in thought till a few sea gulls swooped down into the water before her and called out to the wind as she smiled and then turned and headed back home. She knew what had to be done and there was no sense putting it off any longer. She sighed softly as she strolled along the edge till she reached where the rocks formed their barrier up from the water along the beach; she smiled as she picked a few shells that were stuck within the rocks and then wandered back to her front porch. Ashley entered her house and got everything done to winterize the inside and then got her luggage packed except for her summer clothing which she left behind and laid out an outfit to wear for the drive home, which was about two hours, which wasn’t bad.

Ashley carried her luggage to the front room, then wandered into the backroom and looked for the hammer and nails, grabbing them as she started on the back windows, working her way to the side and front eventually. Ashley stood five foot five inches tall, and was thinly built with a buxom chest. The wind gusts swirled around her as she fought against it while placing up the boards. Getting the ladder she climbed up it, closing the shutters and securing those, placing one board across the center to make sure they were secure if bad weather had settled in. Climbing down she moved to the front porch, and set the ladder up there. Climbing up it the gusts of wind nearly blew her right off the ladder, as she grabbed a hold of the shutters to keep from falling. The wind whipped her hair around, as well as her dress, which she needed two more hands to hold it down, but didn’t seem too worried about it since there was rarely anyone that was around these days.

She closed the ladder after doing the upper windows and placed it back upon the enclosed back porch, grabbed a few more boards for the front windows and carried them back out. The wind was picking up as she continued to complete the winterization process. There were four smaller windows across the front and one large bay window, that one normally is the problem window. Ashley got the first window done; the shutters closed and placed three boards across the front as she tried to save wear and tear upon the wooden shutters from the sea salted air. She placed a board across the next smaller one out of the four windows and just as a gust of wind came up and forced the board to fly back and push Ashley on her ass upon the wooden porch.

Ashley’s house was the last one standing at the far end of the boardwalk, she would have asked for help but all shop owners closed up a couple weeks back, as well as home dwellers like her as well. She was always the last to stick about on that end of the walk. She laid there for a moment upon her porch feeling a slight pain as she sat up and looked around. Right then and there her cheeks flushed as she noticed a man coming to aide her in help. Ashley pushed the board from her lap and stood up with the help of her deck railing as she brushed herself off and then reached up to pull those fly away strands from her face as she lo0oked to the handsome gent before her.

 

[RockYourWorld]

As Scott ran toward the house to aid the woman, he remembered thinking that the sand should feel softer. The quick steps, the jostling, the pounding, all sent shocks and violent vibrations up his spine, which seemed to explode like thunderbolts in his repaired neck. It hurt like hell, and the pain had a debilitating effect on his spirit, causing some irrationality to creep into his consciousness – hence the internal comments on the condition and relative hardness/softness of the sand.

The pain brought back a flood of memories, none of them good, the memories he had hoped to escape by coming to Pacific City. His life had been orderly and busy some 6 months ago. He had promised an outline for his novel to the publishers in March, and had actually delivered it in late February, much to the astonishment of their representatives who accepted it with mouths open, shocked.

Writing was two things – a business and an art, and Scott had learned that if he ignored one for the other, you ended up with neither. This particular outline was more on the business end, and getting the outline to the publisher had made the impact he had wanted. Outlandish Publications could now see Scott was serious, committed, and able to meet deadlines, and that he had a head for business on his shoulders. Once the contracts were signed and Scott had received his non-fundable advance to work on the writing of the book, he decided to celebrate. It was off to the Concordia Mountains, to a cabin he hadn’t seen in too long.

The cabin belonged to Sarah now. Sarah being the former Mrs. Hunter. The divorce agreement gave her ownership of the cabin, but thankfully, the divorce was just amicable enough that she allowed Scott occasional refuge in the cabin. As long as she was far from it. Former college sweethearts, Scott and Sarah had made big plans for success and children and happiness. Like most couples, things didn’t happen exactly the way they had planned, even though the way things did come about wasn’t necessarily bad. Just not what they expected. Sarah saw this as a problem, Scott didn’t, and it slowly drove them apart. Just how much it drove them apart wasn’t at all evident to Scott until he came home one day, earlier than expected, and saw Sarah riding the cock of their financial advisor. Sarah got him in the divorce, too.

So without his wife and with a new financial advisor, Scott set off to write the great American novel, and unlike most people that plan to do that, he had the talent and ability to actually do it. He convinced the publisher of that, and was off to the Concordia cabin to celebrate. He loved everything about the place, including driving to it. Most of the way was winding mountain roads. All he had to do was shoot about 12 miles up I-97, hit the cutoff, and he’d be on his way up.

The tanker truck had been riding along side Scott for about 5 of those 12 miles. The driver, working overtime to save up for a vacation, had been behind the wheel for 23 hours. The tanker truck driver had been looking for the exit prior to Scott’s, and he had been looking for it, off and on, as much as his tired mind would allow him. Suddenly, he saw it. Damn, came up on me fast, he thought. And I’m in the left lane….just need to move over here to the right.

Scott remembers it looking like a steel tidal wave, like a 20-footer sneaking up on a surfer. He blasted his horn, but the truck kept coming, oblivious to the situation. Once there was impact, Scott’s SUV lost the battle, and was quickly headed off the freeway. The guardrail, ironically, acted more like a catalyst to endangering Scott rather than guarding him. As his Trailblazer was smacked into the guardrail, it immediately flipped over, and rolled down the steep embankment.

The truck never stopped. He made his exit. Scott woke up in a hospital with the worst headache he had ever experienced. But the funny thing was, he could feel little else.

Over the next six months, Scott endured a ride on an emotional rollercoaster, some days telling himself that his injuries wouldn’t stop him, then others where he wished the truck had run him over and killed him. Courage and despair, he would later learn, cannot exist with out each other. And it’s a slow realization, one that comes to those who are forced to suffer, and who’s only option in life is to survive, or to quit.

Scott suffered, but he survived. The suffering wasn’t only physical. He lost the book deal. Outlandish needed that novel quicker than he was going to deliver, so they told Scott to keep his $30,000 advance and go on his way. Considering everything else he had been through, it was hardly a big blow. He took the money, vowing to get his book published, and if Outlandish regretted their decision, well, that was icing on the cake.

Scott had successfully put his injures and trauma behind him, but the one thing that ate at him was how he went into the hospital on a cold rainy April day, and when his ordeal was over, months later, it was a cold rainy September day. He had completely missed the summer. To some people, this may not be worth a second thought. But to Scott, it was important to try and recover his lost summer. He had to put his book deal back together, and he had to start writing the book. Big deals to be made. Why not throw in another challenge? Scott was going to get back his summer.

He loved Pacific City. Even though winter did come, he hoped that lingering echos of summer’s past would allow him to work in relative peace and solitude, so he came here, looking for a place to rent, long term. So far, it hadn’t gone well. The places available were dumps. The places he liked were scooped up and had waiting lists, even for long-term winter occupation.

Scott was just about to give up, but he decided to recharge his batteries with a stroll along the ocean, listen to the sound of the waves. That’s when he saw the lady fall, and he instinctively started running.

Yes, it hurt, but the lady seemed to be injured, maybe seriously. He had to get to her. As he climbed up on the deck, he could see that she had removed the board from her lap, and had righted herself. She looked fine. Scott, on the other hand, must have looked like an escapee from physical therapy, huffing and puffing, sweat dripping from his goatee and short brown hair, and his blue eyes stinging and moist from the dripping sweat.

“Are you ok? I saw you fall,” he was able to say. He put a hand to his neck and tried to rub the pain from it. “I know this sounds like a strange question, being that you don’t know me, but do you have an ice pack?”

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Ashley had been recently divorced and the beach house was hers before they were even married, her parents made sure a pre-nuptial was drawn up so that would stay to her in the event of a divorce which followed three years almost to the day that her and Brad wed, in fact Ashley had divorce papers served to Brad at his office on the day of their third wedding anniversary.

The day after Brad’s bachelor party was the wedding, Ashley woke up and for some reason had a knot in the pit of her stomach, she laid in bed watching the time go by slowly, she had only but a few hours to change her mind and change her destiny. Closing her eyes she groaned out and rolled over looking out the window, watching the truck delivering flowers, the band setting up, the horse drawn carriages lining up to parade the bride, groom and the rest of the bridal party through town. She exhaled and blew out a lingering breath of warm air trying to imagine her being the famous ‘run-a-way bride, being Julia Roberts and ducking out the window as the bridal march began to play.

Just as she was about to escape within her mind on a white horse drawn carriage by white horses there came a knock at the door. She rolled over and told whoever it was to enter, she flopped to her back and waves Kerry in, which she had been best friends with since they were about eight years old, old family money brought them together, rich private schools and being brought up by housekeepers. Kerry sat upon the bed and brushed those few loose hairs from Ashley’s eyes as she explained to her something she had heard about Brads doing at the bachelor party the night before. Ashley told her it was probably just a rumor, because that’s what’s to happen at those kind of things, the groom fucks the strippers or all the guys train them, blow jobs and whatever else , but Ashley couldn’t see Bradley James Parker the III doing that, it would be out of character. Brad was to have gang banged three strippers, from rumors that were flying about, Ashley left it go, brad was very proper, brought up in the best schools, very highly regarded in the social scene as well as business.

After they were about six months into the marriage, Brad started staying at the office late, then came the business trips out of town, or he needed to get an apartment in the city because of early business meetings, yet never told Ashley where it was, or anything about it. The rumors stopped as Ashley started losing friends; she was busy with her own career, being one of the top ten designers around, being in the Parade of Homes magazine numerous times, and winning numerous awards while Bradley was becoming a top notch lawyer in his family’s law firm. The second year of their marriage they hardly seen each other, he blamed her but she knew better, she seen the signs and just didn’t want to face her husband had been having an affair.

Margaret Van Lauren, Ashley’s grandmother hired a private investigator to tail Bradley, and got the dirt then handed it to Ashley along with the name of the family’s lawyer. Ashley had all the proof she needed with video tape, names, dates and pictures, it was all she needed and filed for divorce. Bradley settled out of court quietly and both went their separate ways not to see each other or speak to each other since. Ashley moved to another town closer to the company she worked for and threw herself into her work. There was a date here and there as friends, co-workers tried to set her up telling her she needed to get laid, to get out and do more with her life than just design homes for the rich and famous.

For the last two summers she had decided to take their advice and spend it at the beach house, enjoying the summer off and doing anything she wanted to which didn’t consist of much but relaxing beachfront and enjoying the sun, surf and sand. No formal affairs, no rushing, appointments, dead lines…no nothing. Her last date was with a guy that her boss fixed her up with, he was nice and all but she just didn’t want to get into a relationship and he did, that lasted for three dates. What she needed was nothing but pure sex, no strings, nothing to think they were going to leave their toothbrush in the holder next to hers one morning.

Ashley wasn’t shy, in fact far from it, she just didn’t want to go through all the bullshit all over again, she had gotten laid twice in past two years, the rest of the time which was practically every morning and night was to masturbate, making herself cum not once, but two or three times to take the edge away from her restlessness. That was one thing about living alone, she could masturbate anywhere she damn well felt like it. This summer she had met a few potentials but they just didn’t grab her interest enough, the normal ‘beach bums’ that you hear about. Ashley always had standards in men, and wouldn’t lower them for a cock, no matter how big it was. He had to be humorous, self supporting, with interests that were similar to her which none seemed to have had, then again they probably did and she just didn’t want to recognize it, or perhaps be bothered.

The beach had always been her favorite place growing up, family outings were rare, she had no siblings so when the housekeeper Adel took her kids, and she took Ashley along as well. Ashley’s mother was to busy with making appearances for this function or charity, living to the social status they were in, and her father seemed to always be on a business trip someplace, but he was hardly around, except for weekends and holidays. When her grandfather passed on Ashley received a huge chunk of money, which she invested in the beach house. She lived in it all through her college years then left it go checking on it now and then when Bradley or Kerry came with her to spend weekends, it was normally Kerry but the two girls had fun. It gave Kerry time to get away from her husband and just relax as well.

It was a short two minute walk to the sand, from the huge glass doors to the end of the wrap around porch and down the steps. She had her own private boat which was located right along where her property ended which made it an easy access to go fishing and crabbing. The large back deck that faced the water makes a great place to sit and watch the sun set and rise with coffee or wine. There were many a days and early evenings that Ashley sat out there enjoying a glass of wine watching the crabbers and fisher persons reeling in their catches, or pulling up their traps and emptying them out on the decks of the boats. The beach house itself had fours bedrooms as well as a loft area that looked over into the living room area, that had a stone wall with a stone fireplace and two bathrooms plus the normal kitchen, and her office in the loft area above.

Ashley had placed a lot of money into the house to make it as she wanted; it was indeed a showpiece to be proud of, her favorite part of all was all the windows that faced the ocean, for a beautiful view no matter what time of day or night it was. When the storms rolled in, it was incredible to lay in bed and watch them, to watch the sky turn dark and fill with black clouds, the swells of the waves as they rolled up to and upon the sandy beach, the way the lightening lit up the sky…all the things that she thought were so simple and enjoyable, things that she had dreams of sharing with another till they were shattered into a million shards of glass.

Looking at his she could see the beads of sweat that ran from his brow area and down his face as she heard his deep breaths and watched his chest raise and fall as she stood there and looked to her. She almost thought it should have been her asking him if he was okay...Ashley got up and brushed herself off, she felt about as tall as an ants belly was the ground, like she was caught in school on the swings with her underwear showing as she rode the swings and her skirt flying up while they were on recess...then the boys singing that little song...’I see London, I see France…I see Ashley’s underpants!’ Once she gained her composure she smiled and spoke…

“Yes, though I feel embarrassed as all hell, but its not the first time I’ve mad a spectacle out of myself and I’m sure it’s not going to be the last either. I rather you didn’t see what happened, then again I guess the bright side of it all is you seen to be the only one that did. Hmm...” Ashley had to remember of she did or didn’t have his request. I don’t think I have like a real ice pack but I can make up a make shift one with cubes and a baggy, if that will do? “ Quickly she dropped her blue orbs upon him from head to toe to see if he was injured , not seeing anything she wasn’t going to ask but her curiosity got the better of her, “Perhaps I should be asking you, if your okay.”

 

[RockYourWorld]

Scott knew he must have been a sight. Here he was coming to this woman’s rescue, or thinking he was, and he himself was about to pass out. His forehead was soaked in sweat, and it was dripping down into his eyes, causing him to blink uncontrollably. Months and months of inactivity had robbed him of any physical fitness he once possessed, so the short run along the beach to the house caused his breathing to sound like a hurricane.

Despite all of this, Scott attempted to pull it together. “Don’t be embarrassed. If anyone should be embarrassed, it should be me, the way I look.” He rubbed his neck, trying to get the pain to stop. The pain brought back memories of his lost summer of misery, hospitalization and physical therapy….it had to go away.

For one thing, this woman was beautiful! The way her hair blew in the wind, framing her face in both beauty and mystery. The dress was perfect, almost as if it were picked out to match the setting, both the house and the beach. Her eyes seemed to sparkle, although at that point, Scott began to wonder if he was hallucinating.

It was clear that this woman didn’t need Scott’s help. She had it all together, obviously. In control of things, certainly not in the need of a half-crippled stranger standing on her deck. It was best that he go, collect himself, and get back to positive thoughts.

“Thanks, but I feel a little silly. I’ll leave you to your work and get back to the beach. I’m glad you’re ok, and I’m sorry to have barged in like that.”

As he stepped back, Scott turned toward the house and gave it an admiring glance.

“This really is a beautiful house. I know enough about these things to know that you’ve renovated it, and have taken great care of it. It’s a shame that we have to leave these places when the summer’s over….but I guess that’s how life is, huh?”

Scott turned to look at the view of the ocean the house enjoyed. He took in a deep breath of sea air and allowed the ocean breeze to blow past him. Part of the warmth of the summer he yearned for was within that breeze, but there was also a foreboding element to it, a warning of some kind. Nature sent clues of what was beyond the horizon of time, and this wind swirling around him had the slightest chill to it, just enough to be noticed, and small enough to be ignored by anyone so foolish.

“It must be nice, coming out here and seeing this everyday.” He broke his own self-imposed trance, realizing that he must look like some kind of starry-eyed dreamer to this woman. “My name’s Scott, by the way. Scott Hunter.”

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Ashley eyed the stranger up once again as she watched his hand raise and lift up to move to the back of his neck as he began rubbing it, as if he was feeling a bit of discomfort. She exhaled a soft lingering breath as she made eye contact with him, and noticed his features didn’t seem to fit what she was seeing within his eyes. His eyes seemed softer where he came off a bit more rugged than that. Ashley was an art major in college with a psych minor so looking into people was a constant thing with her; she could do to others but couldn’t do for herself. She couldn’t see those red warning flags with men in her life yet she could for anyone else, perhaps just a curse of sorts she always thought, or a run of forever bad luck and grey rain clouds hanging over her head.

Ashley did however notice that when he moved about he seemed to either have a limp or he was hurting for whatever reason, or putting on a good show. She was a trusting person, perhaps a bit to trusting or maybe if she’d open her eyes, or take off her rose colored glasses she sees the world through she may not have been married to the ass she was. Ash sighed softly and pushed thoughts from her head, she hated how he made her feel, and she hated the scars he left within her more than anything. “Don’t be embarrassed. If anyone should be embarrassed, it should be me, the way I look.” He said to her as they made eye contact.

“Easy for you to say, since you were not the one who went ass over tea cups, had your dress up over you waste showing the world all your…good.” She smiled and tried to make light of the situation, “Then again I’ve seen a few good-looking males in dresses.” Ashley folded her arms under her ample breasts and blushed slightly; her cheeks held a light rose color to then over her tanned smooth soft skin. “Awww...you don’t look that bad at all,” she said to him. She watched him look her over, something she was used to but then again, she did the same to him, so it was only fair as well as normal with the human race. Ashley watched the expressions of his face change, and she knew he wasn’t doing it for show more for the fact he felt pain.

“Thanks, but I feel a little silly. I’ll leave you to your work and get back to the beach. I’m glad you’re ok, and I’m sorry to have barged in like that.”

“Please, stay a few minutes, its fine really. I was just closing everything up for the winter, you’re really not holding me up and you shouldn’t feel the least bit silly. I kind of nice to know there are still chivalrous men out there in the world. If you wouldn’t have wandered along and I would have hurt more than my pride I may have been laying here till who knows when.” She watched him step back to leave, then turn towards the house and look it over, ever more so than he did her when he ‘checked’ her out.

Ashley smiled when she heard him compliment her beach front home. “I put a lot of time, money and elbow grease into it that’s for sure. It’s nothing like it was when I had first gotten it; I did a lot of changes. I like space, and I like a sea look as well as a rustic, so I tried to capture both the best I could. I haven’t spent much time in it until my divorce and then I started staying every summer in it just to get away from the city garbage and daily life stress. In the off seasons I tend to spend a lot of 3 day weekends here, from Friday till Sunday but this year I was told it might be a bad winter so I was taking a few more extra precautions, plus these days with crime the way it is everywhere I really don’t want it broken into. Not that the boards would stop anyone but sure will make it a bit more difficult for them.”

She watched as he turned back to view the ocean, she watched the way the cool air swirled about him carrying small strands of his hair each and every direction as it did her own. Ashley felt a shiver run through her spine as one little breeze seemed colder than the last few that swirled around, as it carried the cold mist from the ocean up to the porch of the house and as well as on them. Moving her hands up and down her arms a bit she felt the friction bring a small bit of warmth upon her flesh, as she felt the goosebumps appear under her fingertips as she caressed her arms again with her fingers and palms.

He broke the silence between them as she knew he was deep in thought starring off out into the horizon like she has done more times than she’d ever be able to remember or count. “Well Mr. Scott Hunter I can tell you this much, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Next year I won’t be needing to board it up and I cannot wait to be able to enjoy this surrounding and solitude each and everyday of the year.”

She felt another chill and then bent forth to pick up the board as she turned her body just enough to allow him to watch the hem of the back of her short dress slide up along the backs of her creamy tanned thighs. Her hell fell about her face, those loose strands hanging like curtains on both sides blocking her view from either side as she felt the cool air along the silkiness of her panties, and then stood back up and turned to place the board against the railing. “I guess I forgot my manners Mr. Hunter, I’m Ashley Parker and I’m pleased to meet you.” Ashley offered her hand to him in greeting as she continued to talk, “Mr. Hunter would you be interested in something to drink, while I go get a make-shift ice pack for you? If you like you can surely look around the house, I wouldn’t mind at all, actually I never have guests and I’m kind of proud of my house. I was going to make a cup of tea if you’d like to join me?

Ashley turned and placed her fingers on the handle of the sliding glass door to open it then turned to enter as she looked back to him and waited to hear his answer.

 

[RockYourWorld]

Scott came to Pacific City to find a place to hang out for the winter, in typical beach bum fashion. He needed a place to live and write and recuperate, and his memories of summers past in Pacific City lead him here to pursue that ideal.

Uncertainty was all he had found up until this point, until he came across Ashley, and this house. The house had caught his eye first…the classic style, its perfect location – as if it grew up from the sand like natural sand grass – and the widows that, Scott imagined, warmed and lit the house perfectly with sunlight.

But quickly becoming the most appealing aspect of this house was Ashley, and Scott turned his full attention to her as she stood by the door. If there’s anything more appealing than an attractive woman, it’s an attractive woman inviting you into her house. Not being an fool, at least most of the time, Scott accepted.

“Some tea sounds perfect,” he said, reaching for the door and helping her slide it open. “That breeze feels nice, but it does have a bit of a chill to it.” They entered the house, and Scott could instantly see Ashley’s touch. She had taste and refinement, it was clear, and she enjoyed surrounding herself in comfort. The house had a quality about it that invited comfort and relaxation, befitting a vacation home, but also expressed her own specific tastes. The more he looked around, the more he could see her touch, her influence, but only hers, no one else’s. Such as that of a man.

“I can see why you’d want to stay here year round,” Scott said as he stood in the living room, looking out the large windows. He had been right about his earlier thought…the sun did heat this house rather nicely. “I’m in town looking for a place to stay, actually. I’m a writer, working on a novel. I need to a place to work and lay my head.” Saying the word “head” unfortunately reminded of his neck, which caused a flinching pain to shoot up. Instinctively, he began to rub his neck again, but stopped, not wanting to cause any concern on Ashley’s part.

“You have quite a touch. The house looks like some kind of showroom…very sophisticated, but comfortable.”

It was impossible not to wonder….he mentioned he was looking for a place to live during the winter, and she WAS leaving, even boarding up the place. Would she consider…..?’

No, it was too much to ask. They had just met, and with his painful neck and unorthodox entrance, he was sure that he wasn’t exactly coming off as the most stable person Ashley had recently met. He did think the house was perfect….big, quiet, out of the way. And right on the beach, with those big let-in-the-sun windows. He could definitely fake a summer here. The book, it could happen, definitely. He’d have to entertain some potential publishers, and what better place to do it?

Again, thought, Scott had to stop himself. Ashley would never agree to it. He had no right to ask her. The more he looked at her, though, as she went about making the tea in the kitchen, the more he thought that when she returned to this house in the spring, he’d have to pay her a visit.

“So, Ashley, what kind of life do you have waiting for you when you go back to the city for the winter?” He watched her come into the living room, her smooth legs seemingly announcing the presence of the rest of her, which Scott’s eyes quickly glanced up to observe and admire. For just a second, he thought back to moments before when he did in fact see her with the dress up to her hips, as she had expected, and he thought again of a visit to this wonderful house and this beautiful woman in the coming spring, when maybe that dress would be replaced by a sleek swimsuit, or maybe even a bikini.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Ashley let him walk about the house freely, she didn’t fear he was going to harm her, or steal anything, to her he seemed genuine which was a rare thing these days. She went about her business in the kitchen as she boiled the water and poured two steaming mugs of old English tea and placed them on a tray with a few snack cookies that were still good and she didn’t wish to waste them like everything else she did to the gulls. If anything that was a bad habit for her to start, they tended to leave slick piles behind of bird crap all over her deck, railing and balcony deck off her bedroom. She chuckled to herself as she remembered leaving the glass balcony door and the screen door open and she accidentally fell asleep and woke to gulls all over her bedroom. That was a one time deal, even though each time she thought about it, it made her smile.

She finished up and held the tray in her hands and walked out to the large family room and placed it on a small tea serving table then smiled as she stood there watching him looking around, seemingly interested in her home, one she designed and decorated. “There are a lot of old antique pieces from ships that I’ve collected in the den, which I can show you if interested Mr. Hunter. I love the sea, and everything in it. I have the first fish I ever caught from out there in the ocean with my father stuffed in the study. I guess I’m kind of proud of it. It took me and him six hours to bring it in, and I was eighteen and that was the last memory I have of ever doing anything with my father so, I tend to keep it hanging around.”

She listened to his question, and gave it a few moments of thought before answering. “Not really much of anything is awaiting me to return except for a job, that I live for twenty-four seven, three sixty five. I am I guess what you would call a workaholic, I don’t have much of a social life really, my work is my life by choice, it keeps me busy, leaves me no time for anything else except a play, or a concert with a friend now and then, or an art exhibit here and there at one of the local galleries. I thank you for the compliment; I guess it is a showroom of sorts, mine if anything, trinkets and baubles, shiny things that only I would buy and keep around.”

She wandered over to the mantle leaving the tea settled upon the cart on the tray as she smiled and pointed out a few pieces of ship relics. She spoke as she pointed the pieces out. “This piece here is a boiler gauge from the battleship the USS Pennsylvania from back in the early 1900’s. She was one of the first oil burning battleships in the US Navy and was involved in the attack on the Japanese involving Pearl Harbor. Now this next piece is an extra large bell made of solid brass from the S.S Bengalen and then finally this last piece here is an unusual inclinometer from back in the 19th century. It’s one of a kind and hand-made of brass. I’m really not sure which ship it came from but, I enjoy going to auctions that have historical things, and things with history behind them, especially nautical. I won’t go on, I really don’t wish to bore you to death, I have been known to do that when I get talking about my collections of things, and their history. The house is filled with history in each room.”

Ashley turned away from the fireplace and smiled to him, and raised her finger as if to say ‘one minute’ and walked back into the kitchen and made a makeshift ice pack and then returned with it, and then handed it to him. “I’m sorry I almost forgot, please sit down. I can show you the rest of the house if you like after you have had a chance to sit and catch a breath Mr. Hunter. I’ll leave that decision totally up to you.”

She settled in a high back antique Queen Elizabeth chair that looked toward the fireplace, as soft classical music played on thru the sound speakers that were in every room of the house, with the bulk of the system in the study, her study. “You said you’re a writer? May I ask what you write and why this area, or are you from here?” she asked while she curled her long thin fingers around the handle of the mug, and then raised it to her lips to sip it, as she felt his eyes upon her, almost as if he was undressing her which she did the same back to him. Ashley didn’t mind the company, she had wished she had more of it sometimes, he was a blessing, but it was sad the blessing came along so late in the season.

 

[RockYourWorld]

“First of all, if you continue to call me Mr. Hunter, I’m going to keep looking around for MY father, “Scott said, smiling. He thanked her for the ice and laid it cautiously on the back of his neck. “Please, it’s Scott.”

He hadn’t put the thought from his mind that he must appear to be “unusual” to her, to put it euphemistically. Running up to help her on her front porch when she really didn’t need it, nearly passing out and holding his neck as if his head were going to roll off of it...he knew he had to do some image repair before she considered calling either an ambulance or the police.

“Yes, I am a writer,” he said, reaching for his tea and taking a sip, hoping that the ice pack wasn’t the 600 pound gorilla in the room. “Several months ago, I was on my way to a cabin in the mountains to celebrate a publishing deal for my novel. Well, I never made it to the cabin. A truck ran me off the road, flipping my car several times. My neck was broken, and well…….he turned to her and smiled. “Well, that’s why you see me in the condition I’m in.”

He hoped he had convinced her he was harmless, and not “unusual.” The fact was that in the short time since he had met her, he was intrigued by her, the way that she seemed to be so together. She seemed to be a walking jigsaw puzzle, completely together. The way she seemed to blend with her house and the surroundings…the beach, the ocean…Scott wanted to know here better, and felt so at ease talking to her. The fact that she was so attractive was icing on the cake.

He told her his story, about his divorce, the book deal, how it fell through and needed to be reconstructed. He told her all about how he planned on writing the book and finding a publisher during the fall and winter months, and was looking for a place where he could do both of these things. While he hesitated to do so, he also told her about his regret for losing a summer, having missed out on it during his recuperation. At first, he thought that talking about such conceptual things would cause her to think of him as some out of touch, starry-eyed dreamer. But the thing was, he had a feeling she would understand. She lived on the beach right in front of the ocean, for the summer, anyway. Maybe to her, the idea of needing to get back a lost summer wasn’t so crazy.

As she showed him around the house, the nautical theme seemed to bring it all into focus that much more. Scott’s comfort level with Ashley grew as she showed him all of the things she had collected, the ship artifacts… all of it just seemed to add to the togetherness he attributed to her. She expressed the idea of not going on and on, but Scott wanted her too. They talked about how she went about collecting the items, about how she learned where to scout them out and where to look. She talked about the people she met when finding these things, and the wonderful stories they told.

Scott could have listened to her talk all day, and as he noticed the sun begin to set over the ocean, he realized that he pretty much had.

“So tell me, Ashley, during the summer, does a crowd gather around her during the sunsets? There’s a particular place down in Key West where people stand on a point and watch the sun go down, not saying a word…standing together like sea gulls in a breeze.”

The thought occurred to him to ask her to watch this sunset with him from the front deck. For a fleeting moment, it occurred to him that it would be his first sunset with Ashley, and he reached out to make sure the thought took hold in his mind.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

‘First of all, if you continue to call me Mr. Hunter, I’m going to keep looking around for MY father, Please, its Scott.’ She heard him say as she laughed softly, not at him but with him and nodded.

“I’m truly sorry Scott, I was raised in a private school and I work all around professional people that you need to address as Mr. and Mrs. or they tend to get a wild hair up their buttocks. Plus I was raised partly in the southern states, and as everyone knows there it’s yes ma’am and no Sir.” She watched him sip his tea as they talked and he listened to her, she wasn’t sure if he was interested or he was just being polite, she had a bad habit of feeling as if she was boring others each time she opened her mouth. It was a bad habit of hers; ever since she was married it was Brad, Brad and Brad. He never asked her how her work was going, or how her day went or week was, it was never anything, yet she was to always seem too impressed by him and his dealings as well as who he had known or met or who he was representing. So now when she had the chance to talk she did and opened up as if to make up for all the lost time that had passed her by when she was married.

Ashley listened too him talk about himself, she found him quite interesting as she crossed her legs and left her sandal slip from her deep plum painted toes where it was dangling at for the longest of time. She didn’t even bother to look down as she slipped the other one off with it and got more comfortable in her chair as he spoke. He was the first man that had caught her interest in a long time. She apologized for his accident and understood it must have been an ordeal to recuperate from, and understood how much the beach could help him in his writing, the solitude it brings along with its magic to create and feel free and even one with it. You only understood that part if you truly had a love for the ocean which he seemed to have like her.

“I have a friend in publishing Scott perhaps maybe a second opinion once you have written part of your manuscript, I mean I don’t mean to sound forwards, or like you were not capable of doing it own your own but she’s rather good.” Ashley sipped her tea and continued to listen to him speak, and talk about his book or things he’s written. She admired him for that talent, they both shared a talent one way or the other and it stemmed from the arts, which Ashley was drawn to him by, she thought he had charm and charisma. She watched him with the ice pack and felt sorry for him, but not in a pitiful way, but in a helpless way. She was like a Florence Nightingale that always wanted to help another with their tragedies and pains yet never allowed anyone to help her with her own.

Time seemed to have gone by as she heard him ask about the sunsets, and where others watched them from. “Well, I’m the only one down at this end of the beach; I normally go to a secret place, least that’s what I call it, to enjoy them. I have been to Florida a few times for various reasons, and I really don’t care for it much. The bugs are huge, the tourists are impossible and the traffic is just ridicules. If you wish to go watch it I can take you to my favorite spot but, we need to go by boat which is docked down on my private dock, they haven’t came for it yet, time to winterize it, normally they would pick it up by now but it seems Mr. Crowley had a family emergency to deal with and is running behind. Don’t worry I’m a avid sailor type of girl Scott, but if you would like we can go I just need to change real fast and we can be own our way, its like I’d say ten minutes by boat and I’ll leave the choice up to you.”

Ashley had found this small cove area up the ways a bit from her house when she first got it. She had did a little sight seeing in her boat and it’s got a huge old in the inlet that you can sit before and watch the sun rise and set, a place that she calls her secret place as she’s never seen anyone else ever there when she’s around and its always unlocked which she has gone up and into to enjoy a view now and then even though she didn’t care for heights. Ashley awaited him to answer figuring they could just as easily sit on the beach too, but left it to him.

 

[RockYourWorld]

Scott began to wonder if he had died and gone to heaven.

This fabulously attractive woman with this beautiful house….had a boat? Watching the sunset, with her, out on the water. Yes, he could do that. Ashley, Scott thought, you’ve come along at the right time!

“If its no problem, lets get out on the water. That sounds perfect.” Scott could tell by her demeanor that sailing was something she had mastered rather early. When she had mentioned her father before, in past tense, it occurred to him that she came from a family where doing something well, and better than everyone else, was paramount. Scott could see a struggle in Ashley to free herself of that sort of controlling domination. From the looks of things, she had made great strides in doing so. But one can never really tell what burdens another is carrying. But the more Scott got to know Ashley, the more he hoped to understand her struggles and her triumphs. At this point, he could already sense that he could learn a lot from her, something about charting your own course, demanding self determination. Scott was feeling aimless as he set off on this part of his life, and Ashley seemed to have it together. He felt himself attracted to her for that reason, so he hoped he didn’t become an anchor tied to her.

“Tell me about your friend in the publishing business. I could always use a second opinion.” He wanted to make conversation with her, and it came easily. He felt comfortable talking with her, and her manner was easy. As they prepared to leave for the sailboat, Scott ditched the ice pack, hoping he wouldn’t need it any more that day, and committed himself to taking 20 Advil if he had to.

Ashley seemed to have a sailing routine, and went about gathering items that she would need. Scott just had to stand by and watch, offering to help, but not being familiar with the routine, he couldn’t really. His thoughts began to drift to imaging what the sunset would look like out on the water, the wind filling the sails, the cool air feeling so invigorating. An hour ago, he couldn’t have imagined such a scenario acting out, but Ashley had brought it to him. Recapturing a lost summer was a Quixoti-esque move to some, but without realizing it, Ashley had taken a large step towards making it a reality for him.

She definitely had her routine down, and Scott needed to stop her in mid-task to talk to her. “I can’t really thank you enough. You’re being so nice. I mean, after everything I’ve told you, how I want to try to recapture something….and I come here, not even able to offer to drive us…..and…...” he laughed and shook his head….”and you’re taking me sailing! I just want you to know, I appreciate it.”

For the first time since arriving in Ashley’s house, Scott felt uncomfortable. But it was more of a high-school type of discomfort, having expressed himself so, and assuredly catching her unprepared. On top of it all, they were suddenly close together, face to face, but not speaking.

But what made the discomfort melt away was something Scott scolded himself for not noticing before. Her eyes…so sparkling, so illuminating. He smiled nervously as they shared the close space. Scott was looking forward to sailing with Ashley, but he enjoyed this particular moment, mature enough to know how rare they were.

Scott broke the moment when he looked at the items she had gathered. “Ok, tell me what to carry, and let's go. The sunset won’t wait for us, will it?"

 

[Sinful_whispers]

She got her answer from him and smiled after she heard, ‘If its no problem legs get out in the water…’ That was all she needed to hear. Ashley got up and got the tea cups and tray and took them back to the kitchen, making sure everything was cleaned up and placed away. Once done she returned back to the main family room, “Okay let me change real quickly and we’re out of here for a bit. Please continue to look around if you like I don’t mind.” With those words said Ashley turned and went up the winding staircase and to the loft, off the loft was her master suite. Quickly she undressed, not bothering to shut the door, as she wasn’t used to having people and didn’t even take notice that if he turned about and looked up he would probably catch her undressing.

Ashley quickly pulled her dress up and over her head as she felt a cool breeze blow through from the one glass door being opened down stairs. Her big pink nipples got hard immediately as she exposed them to the cool air swirling around her. A shiver went through her spine as she walked around her bedroom looking for her extra clothing in just her panties. She searched through drawers for the appropriate clothing to wear out on the cool ocean, not minding that her rounded perfect creamy breasts were hanging from her chest in view of her house guest, as was her whole almost naked self as she grabbed a few things and then stood up and turned toward the mirror looking herself over. Ashley placed the clothing upon the bed, and continued to look at herself, her reflection in the full length mirror, she raised her hands and cupped her breasts and then gave each a soft squeeze. Age was beginning to show she thought as she looked to herself. She could see the laugh lines and crows feel and maybe even a bit of sag on her breasts, then again she could be just imagining it. Her thumb and fingertips pads rub around her taunt pink nipples then squeezed them between then making her gasp softly as she moaned lightly, letting the sound linger from her lips. Her hands moved down along her hard well toned and body as she turned from side to side admiring herself. Then she remembered he was waiting, they were going sailing as she snickered a bit and tossed on an old red college sweatshirt and a tight fitting pair of faded blue jeans with rips and holes at the knees and across her ass cheeks. Ashley didn’t care if her new found friend saw the flesh of her cheeks as she was wearing a thing, it was only skin…she thought.

Quickly she pulled the tie from her long locks and brushed it out and placed it all back up except for a few stray strands that hung about her face, and then headed down. She looked down to him quickly then turned and grabbed socks and her sneakers and went down the steps. “Few minutes and we can go Mr. H…Scott.” She took a seat upon the last step and quickly tossed on her socks and sneakers and stood up. Her nipples rubbed against the soft fleece lining of her sweatshirt as she bit her bottom lip. Her nipples were like hard diamond gemstones that could cut glass at that precise moment. Ashley wasn’t sure if it was from the excitement of having a new handsome male friend, or if it was from the cold or even the feeling of arousal, a feeling she hadn’t felt in a long time. Then again she had one last thought, it could have been from the way her fingertips felt as they teased her nipples, she wasn’t sure and she wasn’t going to think about it no more.

Ashley felt comfortable around him immediately, she talked freely as well as openly with Scott, which was rare with her, and she normally was on to keep things within. “I’m ready if you are Scott,” she said to him as she slid open the screen door and walked out to the deck, looking behind as she stepped to the side letting him follow after her and then closed and locked up the glass doors behind her with boat keys in hand. She talked with him on the way down the sandy beach to the private boat launch. She smiled as they got closer knowing that feeling of being out there upon the boat in the ocean waters with nothing or nobody around. “Well she’s a decent publisher; I met her when she came to do the first piece on me when I made a name for myself in the interior design world. I made the Parade of homes magazine and I felt immediately a real good connection with her and we became friends. Ever since that she’s written each and every article on me, as well as my work. She moonlights as a journalist, keeping her publishing company small and taking in only a handful of writers. That way she can stay on top of things. She travels a lot which we have gone to a few places together abroad, sightseeing vacations after my divorce. I think you’d like her really Scott as two professionals, she’s straight to the point and won’t sugar coat anything.”

As they reached the boat she responded to something he said back at the house as she turned and looked to him, “I love sailing; I love it even more when I have somebody along that can appreciate what I do. No need to thank me, this will make my summer all worth it now. I haven’t been out on the boat but maybe twice all summer. So in a way I should be the one thanking you. Do you have any knowledge of sailing at all?”

Ashley walked along the launch dock till she reached the boat as it was named ‘Foreplay’, which was painted on the side of it in big bold lettering. She chuckled and grinned playfully, “Welcome aboard the U.S.S Foreplay Scott. Walk on aboard and lets go watch the sun set upon the horizon.” Ashley led him on and then explained about the boat. It was a hair over twenty-five foot long and was equipped with everything one would need to cruise to any place you wanted to go. She led him below and showed him around. Accommodations include a king-sized berth below the cockpit, galley and two settees to port, head and dinette to starboard, and V-berth large enough for two adults. It had a shower as well as a toilet and big holding tank, nice sized dinning table and everything else one needed to live upon it. All the trimmings were fancy and done in a nice mahogany with a shiny gelcoat to protect the wood. “Now I guess we need to get going if we’re going to catch the sunset tonight”

Ashley moved past him in a narrow hallway type space which caused her to press herself against him hard as she squeezed by, she felt her breasts rub along his chest as she quickly bit down upon her bottom lip as she looked him in the eyes. She swallowed hard as she rubbed her hips to his, sending a slight jolt through her hips as she quickly moved and went up the steps to the cockpit and took in a deep breath and then exhaled as she started the motor. It started without a sputter and purred like a kitten as she walked out and undone all the ropes holding it to the dock, and began to move it slowly out into the calm sea. Ashley was a natural when it came to boating, she loved it more than most things in life, she smiled as she looked out into the ocean, setting a course to that one place she’s never taken anyone till today, and she was taking Scott.

Once out into the ocean she let the boat drift a bit as she backed it down and went up and did the sail, letting them up and open, as the wind began to catch them while she looked around and took a look back toward the shore watching everything get smaller and smaller. Once done with the sails she headed back into the cockpit and steered Foreplay on course to the cove.

She figured Scott was still down below looking about or on deck, she knew eventually he would find his way to her, which was easy as they didn’t really have much room to get lost on the sailboat but it was a nice size and accommodated 4 easily, and six which would be a little stuffy. Ashley had food still on the boat, clothing, books, CD player with an array of various artists and generes,everything anyone would need for a week stay, usually they cleaned it out for her except for personal things, anything that would rot and spoil was all taken care of for her if she didn't get it done herself. She was going back two weeks early this summer for the fact of a new client was comming into town and she wanted to be prepared but that she thought might change now.

 

[RockYourWorld]

As Scott listened to Ashley discuss her relationship with her publishing friend, he could tell that Ashley had strong feelings for the woman, someone with whom she had become fast and deep friends. Scott thought that indicated a certain comfort with him, being that she would share this information with him so readily, and begin to divulge the details of her other relationships. He wasn’t able to determine exactly how close Ashley and her friend were, but seeing the brightness of Ashley’s personality even for the relatively short time he had, he was sure the publisher thought a lot of Ashley.

“Well, if you think she can help me,” he said as they approached her boat, “that would be great. Maybe I could send her my outline and let her know what I’m planning. She can take a look at it. I mean, yeah, any feedback she could give me would be great. It would be a bonus to me to get to meet a friend of yours. When I figure out where I’m staying in town, I’ll give you my number and she and I can take it from there.”

He told her that, no, he had no exposure to sailing. Had never even been in a sailboat. It was something he had always meant to do, but just never seemed to find the time. They stopped when they reached the boat, which Ashley introduced. The “Foreplay?” Scott couldn’t help but smile.

“Interesting name for a boat. Did, ummmm, you come up with that?” He liked the boat. It was a lot like the house they had left…much like its owner. Stylish, good looking, sharp, and fun. As they made their way on board, Ashley again made Scott feel welcomed by allowing him to move about freely, not escorting him anywhere, making him feel at home. At one point, they came together in a hallway where they were able to barely squeeze by, but Ashley quickly made her way to the ships controls, leaving Scott behind with his heart rate suddenly quickened, and her sweet aroma enveloping the air around him.

He followed her up to the crisp salty air, which seemed to hit him like a splash of cold water, alerting his senses to all that was around him. At times like this, the senses were like a symphony, acting in concert, working together towards a common goal of a complete experience. Scott was smart enough to just let it happen. First, his eyes caught sight of the majestic boat as its sails filled with that sea air, but his ears joined the chorus scant seconds later as he heard the snap and the rush of air as the sails called attention to the task at hand.

Next, and again, only a short distance of time later, the feeling of movement came to Scott. The Foreplay was underway. The breeze against his face and through his hair brought life to all of his senses, but he turned and watched as Ashley steered the grand ship forward toward adventure. Ashley was the captain and that was fine with Scott. Finally, at last, almost as an anti-climatic element to this whole drama, the ship turned slightly and there before them, Scott and Ashley watched as the sun hung above the horizon, giving a kind of preview of its grand finale for the day.

Scott stood next to Ashley and put his arm softly around her back.

“So Captain, where do you plan on taking me?”

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Ashley left all his questions unanswered till later on as they began to sail, she had a few things to do and wanted to get them done and hurry down the coast till she got to the cove with the lighthouse. Once they were on route she felt him come up behind her and join her in the captain’s cabin as she looked out over the boat and upon the horizon. They had enough time to make it with a little extra to spare, so she wasn’t at all worried. She felt him stands aside her and enjoy the wondrous captivating view before them as they sailed off into the sunset like most of your romantic novels state at the end, she felt his arm go around her back, and didn’t both to move it, in fact she didn’t even flinch when she felt it there. It felt comforting to her, where it normally wouldn’t.

“Well first off let’s get back to your writing, and the whole publishing thing. I will call Lydia when we get back and see if she has time to look over your manuscript if you so desire. If she does, I’ll hand you the phone and you can get all the information your heart desires. That way I’m not in the middle of it all, with passing on messages back and forth.” The sailboat hit a few waves and pushed Ashley into Scott, letting her rub up against him with her body as it cut thought the waves. She quickly regained herself; she was born with sea legs everyone told her. She steered the boat along the coastline, they were about 2miles out if not a little more out from it. She took in his scent as he stood aside her, letting it mix in with the salty air, the cool mist that landed upon them as the waves swooshed around the boat.

“I can remember one thing my boating instructed told me, he quoted a line or two from Richard Bode, his book titled…’First you have to row a little boat’ and for some reason it stuck with me all these years and it went like this… "For the truth is that I already know as much about my fate as I need to know. The day will come when I will die. So the only matter of consequence before me is what I will do with my allotted time. I can remain on shore, paralyzed with fear, or I can raise my sails and dip and soar in the breeze.” Ashley said it as she stared out into the ocean before them. “I never really understood it till I was out on the boat one day, alone and just mulling over my life, the past, the future and the present. Funny how little things just seem to pop into your mind like that and stay with you.”

The waves rocked the boat back and forth, as Ashley had hoped that it wasn’t to rough for Scott, or cause him any more discomfort than what he was already feeling. She had hoped he wasn’t one that would turn green either and get sea sick. Both her hands on the wheel as she steered it along the coast, watching out before then as she quickly pointed off the side to the left at a school of dolphins going by as they frolicked in the oceans water. “As for the name of the ship you’re on, well yes I named it.” Ashley blushed, a slight shade of pink fell upon her creamy facial cheeks; even with a deep rich tan you could still see her pinkish glow upon her face. My first horse when I was younger was named that, although my parents had me change the name, I never really did. That’s like getting a dog from the pound and because you don’t like the name you change and confuse it. It was rather catchy as well, plus it annoyed my parents, so I guess I named it one because I liked it and seemed to fit, even if I never had sex upon it and two just to piss them off, perhaps for negative attention. Who knows really?”

She felt so at ease around him as they continued upon their adventure, loving how he seemed to enjoy being with her out there upon the sea water, trusting her with his life which was more than Brad ever did. It was her boat and yet she was never able to steer it, he always needed to, placing her down as if she couldn’t handle it, and yet she was the one with years upon years of boating experience. Ashley pushed those thoughts from her head as she was determined to enjoy her time with Scott, not looking back at the past and only looking to the here and now.

“Ever look at the night sky from the water? Believe it or not, it's gorgeous and just as amazing on cloudy nights, when there is typically a warm, balmy breeze, as it is on clear nights. The dark City skylines are always amazing from the decks of the Foreplay. Sailing makes it that much more romantic and moving. I love the night sky just about as much as I love the ocean. Just cruising along the coastlines, at night when the cities are lit up, going into a port where a city doesn’t sleep like along the Riviera. Not much can compare to those nights you can just chill out and relax night sailing, it’s just absolutely spectacular Scott. No matter where you look it’s just as beautiful before you as it is behind you.”

Ashley grabbed a breath and realized she had been doing all the talking, which was another thing that was unlike her, but it seemed to easy to do around him, she was amazed with herself. “Well, my first mate, your captain is headed to where I named lovers cove. It’s about another two miles down the coast; in fact the old abandoned lighthouse should be coming in view shortly. Ashley smiled as she took his one free hand and moved it to the wheel of the boat, and stepped back and away letting his other hand fall from her back as she grabbed it and placed it up upon the other side of the wheel. “Keep it on course Mate, I’ll be right back”

Ashley stepped from the cabin and headed back upon the deck where she messed a bit with the sails and the rigging to steer them down the coast a bit slower as the lighthouse came into view. A large wave came up and soaked her as Scott was behind the wheel, she chuckled as she reached up and wiped the salty sea water from her face and stood up just watching him from behind as she then looked down and seem her sweatshirt was soaked as well as her jeans. She returned to the cabin and this time stood aside him, and explained that he needed to back it off and slow the boat down as they got closer so he could guide it into the cove. She loved teaching another, loved to watch the expressions upon ones face as they steered the twenty-five plus foot boat on course.

They made it thru the small water way between the lighthouse and the rocky barrier and into the cove where she helped him get it turned about and then cut the motor and anchored it. “Well, how did it feel to steer mate?” she asked him as she stood there still wet from the one wave looking to him with a smile like no other. I think I can round us up a drink and some little snacking food if you like, we can sit out front and enjoy what we came to see,” She said. The lighthouse was off to the side as they were able to have a panoramic view of the setting sun; the sky was full of pinks, reds, purples and every other color to make the event breathtaking. She took his hand and guided him out and to the front to take a seat. “Please sit I’ll be right back with drinks and food.” With that said off she went to get just that, returning with a bottle of chilled wine, two glasses and cheese, crackers and fruit. She settled aside him and left him do the honors of opening and pouring the wine as they watched the sun kiss the water slowly to end the day.

 

[RockYourWorld]

Scott always felt a little weird eating around people he didn’t know, and despite the fact that he was growing more and more comfortable with Ashley, he didn’t exactly dive right into the food she brought out. He had no problem drinking the wine, however and he poured two glasses, keeping steady as the boat slowly rocked in the easy waves.

“That was a particularly nasty wave that got you wet earlier,” Scott said as he handed her a glass. “If you have clothes to change into, I’ll keep the food safe from splashes if you’d like to go down and change. But I’m sensing that taking a wave like that and just shaking it off is all part of the sailing character.” He smiled at her, acknowledging that she was tough when she needed to be, but also had the ability to be soft and inviting, like she was right now.

“I wish I had come across your house earlier in the summer. I would have loved to gone on out on the Foreplay and looked at the night sky with you. You make it sound amazing, and I’m sure it is.” He offered her a toast with their wine glasses. “Here’s to starry nights and warm ocean breezes.” Their glasses clinked. Right at that moment, Scott wanted to kiss Ashley. It seemed like the natural thing to do, and the perfect time to do it. But the night was still young, no sense in making things uncomfortable when all was going so well. Instead, her turned to watch the sun sinking lower and lower below the horizon, the colors of the sky fading into deeper intensity, like dying embers in the sky.

Ashley had picked the right spot. Her “Lover’s Cove” had the perfect viewpoint to see the sunset. She certainly knew her way around. He couldn’t ask for a better hostess, and his gratitude for her hospitality grew as the sun went further down. He glanced over to the east, and noticed that because of the way the cove was shaped and land bent around in such a way, the view of the sunrise from this spot would be just as glorious. Scott took in a breath and let it out, something he did often when he was content and satisfied. He tried to remember the last time he had felt this at ease, this at peace. It would have been bad news if he had remembered such a time as being long, long ago. The worse news was that as hard as he tried, he couldn’t remember at all.

After glancing around the cove, Scott looked at Ashley. “This looks like a place you could spend a lot of time. Peaceful, sheltered, calm. Definitely appeals to me, believe me.” He reached down and placed a small slice of cheese on a cracker and politely bit into it. He smiled at Ashley, watching her as the soft breeze made her hair dance around her beautiful face. Scott picked up another cracker and placed the cheese on it, but this one he held to her mouth, and smiled as he watched her take it. Her full lips, her soft velvety tongue, accompanied by the sparkle in her eyes….they shared the moment silently, smiling as they sat close together on the deck of this wonderful ship, in this perfect cove, on the best evening Scott had had in quite a long time.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

The evening sky was ablaze with colors as they sat there and began to watch the bright ball of golden in color begin to lower itself to kiss the day goodnight. It was surrounded by a fiery orange, a searing reds and pinks as the nights indigo color surrounded all those and combined them to almost a meshed rainbow before them. The sunset was more beautiful than their words were capable of describing this night. You could see the twinkles of the first few stars begin to dance upon a black background that began to move in and take its place for the next eight to ten hours. They were able to allow themselves to be one with it, to melt into it as if they were within a freshly painted oil painting, where everything blended perfectly, even them as they sat within the slightly rocking boat; a feeling of tranquility had settled in, two strangers becoming friends, allowing nature to bring them as one.

Ashley watched as he poured their glasses almost full with wine, yet allowed enough room at the top incase a wave came crashing into the boat. The ocean began to calm, the sea was allowing them to enjoy the breathtaking view. She reached forth and took the glass offered, while Scott started the conversation, breaking the slight bit of silence that fell upon them as they watch the sky around them change. “That wasn’t the first wave that ever got me, believe me. That was a mild once compared to a few that got me over the years, I had one take me over with it…knocking me into the ocean when I was along the Bahamas. They I didn’t mind, the water was clear, so blue and beautiful and warm. The only fear I had was sharks, since there was a few sightings around the area we were anchored and doing some fishing from the boat.”

She raised the glass and heard them sound off as they met…”Sunsets and starry nights.” She took a sip of wine, and then crossed her legs, feeling the back of her knee fit like a puzzle piece with the top of the other, even through the jeans it fit perfectly as she got a bit more comfortable and relaxed. “I have extra clothing down in the Bedroom; I’ll change before we head back in to shore. By that time the air temperature will be changed and I’ll be freezing, for now I’m fine. Thank you for asking though, it’s appreciated.”

She settled forth a bit to listen to him speak, she watched the way his lips formed with his words, the way they looked weathered yet still soft and inviting, that held a fullness, he had lips you would love to kiss and nibble upon for hours. She lifted her oceanic blue eyes to his eyes, and looked within them, looking past the color and into Scott, the man. The windows to his soul seemed to hold a glistening shine as he looked back to her. “I wish you would have as well, perhaps then I would have gotten a lot more use from ‘her’ then this summer.

Each summer I tell myself I’ll take ‘her’ out at least twice or three times a week but never do. Sailing alone isn’t as much fun, and it doesn’t hold that same feeling as when you share it with another or a group. There fell another moment of silence as their eyes held to each others, both knew that was the most perfect time to kiss, as lover’s would, they had the prefect setting, one that was more beautiful than anything else she thought but neither made the first move. “I took astronomy in college; I wanted to know more about the constellations that would one day guide me around the world in my boat.” Ashley turned her head to the right, the ocean breeze and the mist caressed her cheek as if it were a soft kiss.

“Constellations are just pictures made up of bright shimmering stars, I used to lay here on the boat and just look up and play connect the dots for hours on end. I used my imagination to the fullest, seeing what I thought were a dog or a cat, a swan, butterfly or whatever I thought I seen in the stars. No different that the ancient Greeks who thought they saw the Gods and Goddesses within them. The summer sky is now coming to an end, no longer will the Gemini, Orion, Peruses or Taurus be seen, those will be gone and other new ones will that their place now you will be able to see Bootes, Cancer, Crater, Hydra and Leo and I think Virgo. There, that’s Leo, and that over there is Virgo beginning to form. Next will be a whole new set of things and shapes once the winter sky falls into place.” Ashley leaned in and pointed those to him the best she could, as she turned and looked to him, watching as he felt comfortable enough to eat finally.

She smiled as he placed a chunk of cheese upon a cracker and began to eat, she was caught off guard when he did the same thing again and raised the cracker and cheese to her lips for her to take it. A shiver went through her spine, as she parted her warm moist lips, letting him feed it to her, taking it from his fingers as she felt the tips of them against her lips. She took the bite only taking half as she reached up and took the rest within her fingertips and munched it, finishing it and then washed it down with the remaining wine in her glass.

Ashley watched how he seemed to relax with her, she had hoped his discomfort had let up a bit and hoped that the ride upon the ocean didn’t add any more to what he was already feeling. She watched as he seemed to have gotten into a lost thought, how he stared forth and she noticed he looked beyond the sunset and she knew something was running though his mind. Ashley left him go, left him be the thinker, and be carried away with his secret thoughts. She poured herself another glass of mine and relaxed even more as the sun was almost gone; a bright orange now was dipping into a dark sea as night began to settle around them.

Again she smiled as he spoke, “I spent a lot of time here, I used to bring my design book here and create, and there was never anyone to bother me. My one friend, my best friend for years would write poetry and I’d create my magic in my sketch books as we’d drink wine and even take night swims when the weather permitted, skinny dipping in the warm ocean. She felt the strands of her hair move across her face as softly as if it were the breeze itself caressing her flesh. They talked a bit longer and then Ashley got up and took the tray of leftovers and headed down to the galley, letting him bring the bottle of wine and glasses, and follow behind her.

She moved into the narrow kitchen giving him enough room, she placed everything down upon the counter and looked to him. “I’ll go change now and we can head back if you like...or we can sit upon the boat a little bit longer, I’ll leave that choice to you.”

She moved around him once more, this time, she didn’t run quickly as she pressed against him. She felt his chest press against hers; his breath was warm against her face as he exhaled. The moment was there, would either take it? Would she be the first to lean in and taste his lips, or would he lean to her and taste the sweetness, feel the warmth of hers? Her nipples ached to be touched as did the rest of her, his scent lingered within her nostrils as they stood together in the narrow galley. Her chest rose high, her nipples pressed against the wet sweatshirt and against his chest, she wondered if her could feel them through the material that covered their flesh. Was it too soon, was there a mutaul feeling between them? Only time will tell, she thought. maybe she was just caught up in the moment, the surroundings, her heart raced in her chest as she looked within his eyes.

 

[RockYourWorld]

Below deck was a different world. The sunset had been everything that Scott had expected, and the sensory treats that had been bestowed upon him over the past few hours were more than any man could ask for or deserve. Despite the cool air, the setting sun had a warmth to it that had enveloped him, drawing him toward the sun itself. Scott would always remember that sunset, for several reasons. Having always felt best during the summer months, feeling at home there, Scott realized this evening that the sun acted as a touchstone for him, a resetting point of reference for him. The times of his life when he was happiest (with a few exceptions) had occurred when the sun warmed the air the most. When the sun drifted from in during the autumn and winter months, Scott felt a disconnect, a void. The sun was still there, of course, but it was just out of his reach. Yet, it held promise, a promise of a return. The trick was making it through the time he had to wait.

His injuries had robbed him of the sun’s return. Scott still could not shake the feeling that he had been in a cave since the spring. He had walked through his purgatory. He had done his penance, he had waited out the winter. But a careless truck driver had taken his reward. Rather than write his bad luck off to just that – bad luck- Scott had decided to search out his missing summer. It was an unusual quest, and he didn’t expect other people to understand the reason he needed to do it. For this reason, he had planned to keep his plans to himself, feeling that most people wouldn’t understand. Scott had resigned himself to a large amount of solitude as he set about this odyssey of inner fulfillment.

But as often happens when one thinks you have your plans set, something happens to change that. In Scott’s case, that something was a someone – Ashley. Despite his expectations being exceeded concerning the sunset and the experience of sailing, Ashley’s presence during the time they were together took a prominent place in Scott’s mind. She had a way about her, an ease, an effortless manner that succeeded in making Scott feel not only comfortable with her, but almost as if something were telling him that this was where he was supposed to be. At first, this overwhelming feeling came to him because everything he had been looking for was seemingly served to him…the chance to see a sunset from a cove, the memorable ride on sailboat, and the perfection of the beach house.

Ashley had made all of these things happen. Rather than being merely grateful to her for doing so, Scott began to view Ashley as his greatest recent find. They finished eating above deck and as Scott followed her below, he noticed again the tightness of the passageways and aisles. But this time, the two seemed to move well together, one bobbing while the other weaved, and vice versa. Despite that, Scott and Ashley found themselves face to face, eye to eye, well within each other’s space. It had happened before, and the awkwardness took over. This time, despite being less than an hour later, the discomfort was gone, and for Scott anyway, there was nowhere else he would rather have been.

They looked at each other, close enough to feel each other’s breath and heartbeats. Scott had noticed the beauty and allure of Ashley’s eyes several times, beginning on the front deck of the beach house. But now, close up, they were dazzling, more luminous and memorable than anything he could remember, and he had just been treated to a fabulous sunset.

“I’ll go change now and we can head back if you like...or we can sit upon the boat a little bit longer, I’ll leave that choice to you.”

Scott glanced down at her shirt and placed a hand softly on her side.

“Yes, you must be getting cold, that wave got you pretty good.” As he talked, he allowed his hand to move up and down her side, feeling her, touching her. Once he started, he was unable to stop himself, and his hand moved along to the back of her wet shirt. Again, his actions were not entirely his own, and with his hand on her back, he pulled her closer to him. With that move came the instant reaction of a quick rise in his heart rate, which was heightened even more when, in an instant, Scott knew that Ashley was not resisting.

Their lips met. All that had happened to Scott, all he had seen, experienced, been treated to, was instantly forgotten, and the kiss became his entire world. As the boat rocked and swayed, the couple embraced, and the kiss intensified. Maybe it was the fact that it had been delayed and maybe even denied the possibility of occurring, but the kiss took on a life of its own as Scott and Ashley fed it with their passion and growing physical response. Scott held Ashley, now with both arms around her, and pulled her wonderful body closer to his. The boat was acting like their cocoon, guarding them from the elements and the cooling evening air. Scott felt at home, not on the boat, but with this wonderful woman, whose arms now began to embrace him.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

‘Yes, you must be getting cold, that wave got you pretty good.’


As her said that Ashley nodded her head slowly in agreement, as she felt his hand upon her side, and not bothering to move it as she looked into his eyes holding that stare between them. If there was anyone around, anyone seeing how they were with each other or how their body language was toward each other they would have swore that they were lovers for a long time, or newlyweds. There was an aura about them as they stood there as one, pressed against each other as Ashley tried to get past him, but then again did she want that?

As his hand moved along the back of her cold wet shirt, she moved herself against him even more; her body was filling in the nooks and crannies of his own, his breath held the scent of the wane they shared as she felt it upon her face. Her heart jumped, the pace quickened as she knew this was that moment to seize, and who was going to make the awkward moment smooth? His face moved towards hers, and then she knew it, he was, she swallowed hard as she tilted her head the opposite way of his and pursed her lips for the kiss he was about to place as their lips met.

Ashley braced her hands on the galley walls behind him as the waves began to rock the anchored boat back and forth as they drifted within the cove. Eventually the waves calmed and her arms went around his neck as the kiss shared grew deep and more intense. Her breasts pressed against his shirt, her shirt wet and seeping through to his own, neither bothered to break the kiss, and if they did it was only to start another one as a quick breath was taken.

She could feel the heat rise with her body, he set her loins to flame, feeling that flicker of heat ignite with a single flame, a single kiss was all it took and her body reacted in such a way that any female would be embarrassed, but there was no way of stopping what was felt, she didn’t want to, if anything Ashley wanted more from him. She was human, with full sexual feelings that hadn’t been awakened by anyone since well into her marriage when her own sex life died off. He came in like a hot summer wind and warmed the ice around her heart as well as anywhere else within her. Masturbation was no longer feeding that ache, she needed more, toys no longer cut it, and it was now the real thing.

The waves picked up, as they crashed into the boat, nothing to worry about except losing footage if not prepared. Ashley felt herself being pulled back and forth as the boat rocked. She stepped to the side as she broke the kiss licking her lips. Her eyes danced within his as she looked to him, his shirt held a dark spot upon the chest as her own soaked through as their bodies twined.

Was there anything to be said? Was there anything needed to be said? No, they were both grown adults, they knew what those feelings were as she took his hand, he started it, and she was old enough to know what she felt and wanted to continue it. Ashley leaned to him and nibbled his bottom lip then kissed him once more as she squeezed his hand with her own and turned, leading him to the back bedroom of the sailboat. She thought to herself, the boat was never christened the right way, sure with the bottle of the bubbly it was but she had never had sex upon it and now she was seizing that opportunity.

As they entered the bedroom, she clicked the CD player on, letting the sound of the Blue Man group pipe put the speakers that were placed in the corners of the room, and the small light flickered as she touched it with her fingers. Her heart felt as if it were going to jump from her throat as she released his hand and pulled down the sheets on the bed, feeling the silkiness and coolness against her fingertips. She then stood erect and reached up and yanked the hair tie from her curled dark tress and placed that on the ledge. Her fingers ruffled her hair letting it cascade down her shoulders, around her face and as well down her back, small spiral curls loomed about her creamy tan completion causing her to look even more alluring if that was possible, even with the wet strands.

Her hands dropped to her hips as she felt for her sweatshirt and slowly began to lift it up, as she bared her breasts to Scott as her back arched a bit as her arms went straight up, pushing her breasts forth as her nipples were all ready hard but now once the cool night air hit them, swirling around them they grew stiffer as they rose nicely to greet the new male she was about to share her bed with. She pulled it from her head and placed it aside on the floor keeping her head lowered as well as eyes feeling a bit embarrassed as her cheeks reddened a bit.

Ashley raised her eyes, as she did she looked over his fully clothed body, her head raised with her eyes as she looked to his, hoping he wasn’t going to tell her to get dressed or he wasn’t interested and cause her to feel as if she wished she was dead and want to crawl under a rock. She took in a deep breath, feeling her breasts rise and lower as she exhaled waiting to hear him sari anything or to make another more…something to let her know she wasn’t an idiot and getting mixed signals. Her hands rested before her as she laced her fingers together looking like a young little girl about to be scolded.

 

[RockYourWorld]

As Ashley graciously and willingly revealed her body to Scott, he felt a circle complete itself. Everything that had happened to him on this day, he realized instantly, had been leading him to this point of time, at this place. Ashley was beautiful, there had not been any doubt about that from the moment he met her, thinking he was rescuing her back at her house. But now, as she began to undress in front of him, her beauty began to take on a different glow because Ashley was now opening herself to him, taking a risk by allowing herself to be vulnerable, and sending a message that she trusted him.

He did his best to remain outwardly calm, wishing to reassure Ashley that he was in control, believing that this would make her comfortable with what she had begun, and encourage her to continue. He stared at her full, protruding breasts, aching to reach out and take hold of them, but resisting the urge. He preferred to look at her for now, the way her breasts appeared as she held her arms above her head, the way they moved forward as she arched her back. Everything about even the most subtle moves she made told Scott that she was an incredible sensual person, naturally so, without airs of any pretense or artificiality.

The music played in the background…a thumping beat that added an unexpected but welcomed edge to the environment. As she took off the wet shirt and tossed it carefully on the floor, she stood in front of Scott with a look that clearly told him that what happened next was completely up to him. As he took his last good long look at her topless form, he wanted her to know that he had very clear intentions.

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” Scott said as he approached her, putting his hands softly on her side as he had done just before, but this time feeling her wonderful skin. “I’m beginning to think you planned the sunset to look like it did. Everything has been that perfect.” He stood closer to her, his hands moving towards the front of her body, moving along her stomach, then upward toward her breasts. He took one in each hand, as he firmly played with them, he kissed her again, this time with more purpose, more arousal and lust. He wanted her to sense his desire for her, he wanted it to be unmistakable.

The kiss took on a life of its own, the accompanying moans that escaped their mouths was evidence of that. The more intense the kiss became, the more of Ashley’s breasts Scott wanted to feel. He covered them with his hands the best he could, then slowly moved so that his fingers took hold of her nipples. He pinched each of them slowly and easily at first, accentuating this action by licking her lips with the tip of his tongue.

Even though it was the last thing he wanted to do, he let go of her breasts and put his hands on her hips. In a series of moves, he lead her to the ship’s bed, settling upon it first so that he could pull her on top of him, but then shifted her onto her back. He turned toward her, not resting completely on top of her, but making his weight a definite presence to her. The kiss, the entire time, barely broke, and grew in passion again as they settled into their new position.

“I hope the Foreplay has a good anchor, Captain. I’m hoping we’ll be below deck for quite some time. I can think of a long list of shipboard activities, if you’ll allow me to assume the position of Cruise Director.”

As their comfort level reached a level that they would never exceed, Scott propped himself on one elbow and traced his finger tips down her bare belly, lower over her soft mound, and down to one of her thighs still covered by the sweatpants. They took the time to look at each other, studying each other over broad smiles, enjoying each other’s discovery. They each felt like new lovers, even though they had not yet taken that step just quite yet. But the anticipation of that, and the knowledge that the event was just moments away, put a glint and sparkle in their eyes and their smiles.

No matter what Scott did next, he felt as though it would be inadequate to express to Ashley all he was feeling, the gratitude, the admiration of her beauty, the appreciation of her friendly and inviting manner, and the undeniable growing passion and arousal. No matter what it was he chose to do, it wouldn’t match the storm of emotion he found himself caught up in, so as the boat rocked slowly beneath and around them, he turned again toward her, kissing her, taking her in his arms, letting his body fully touch hers. If there had been any point in time when he might have been embarrassed by his fully erect cock bulging and pressing against her, he had completely forgotten such a ridiculous moment and relaxed with her, alone out on the waves, in the Foreplay.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Ashley licked her soft lips, as she looked to Scott, she watched as he eyed her body yet not in an old man on the city park bench that would ogle the ladies as they walked by, but as a man that was grateful for their meeting that appreciated her and respected her. She felt his eyes roam her full perky melons, yet that feeling of embarrassment seemed to just go away as suddenly as it appeared, that told her this was right, everything was set for this chance meeting.

His hands even though they looked weathered were soft as she placed them upon her sides, as she felt them move along her flesh; her eyes locked within his own as she heard him speak. ‘You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?’ She gave him one of those looks as if she was innocent yet, if she had been able to have horns, they would be poking through her semi wet tress like a she-devil. He broke the ice for words to be whispered between them, as she nodded.

“I think honestly, you’re my surprise Scott, and a very good one to have pop up on a day that I least expected it, then again isn’t that what surprises are all about?” he shushed her quickly as his hands moved up along her stomach to her breasts and fondled them within his palms, kneading them like they were two balls of soft dough ready to be handled. Ashley bit down upon her bottom lip as she felt his thumb and fingers tease her erect nipples as she released her lip and gasped out closing her eyes partially. She felt his heated breath upon her face as he leaned in for a kiss; she immediately raised her hands, letting her fingers lace upon the back of his neck as she tilted her head to seal the kiss. Her fingers danced upon those small hairs at the base of his neck, then began almost like a light massage with her fingertips hoping to not hurt him, or cause any more pain but to release some instead.

Scott’s hands slid back down from her breasts to her hips, never the kiss broke as she whimpered to his mouth wishing he hadn’t stopped as she was enjoying his touches. She then realized they were moving to the next step, as he guided her to the bed, letting her fall upon him gently, as they continued to let their tongues dance the tango within her mouth then his own, as she released those soft cries of passion to his mouth not able to hold them back, nor did Ashley wish to. Once he broke the kiss he made her smile and laugh when he spoke out to her softly as she got lost within his eyes once more, taking his scent is as she lay upon him… ’Hope the Foreplay has a good anchor Captain. I’m hoping we’ll be below deck for quite some time. I can think of a long list of shipboard activities, if you’ll allow me to assume the position of Cruise Director.’

“Are you telling me you would hate to have us go up there and be miles out into the ocean Scott? Surrounded by nothing but the smell of the salt air, the darkness of the night sky filled with bright twinkling stars as we fed upon wine and cheese? I will allow you to be hired for that good Sur’ if you can prove to me you can show a lady a good time, you see, I need references and right now there isn’t much we can do about making a call to get those…so, I guess that means you need to prove it to me you would be able to fill those shoes right?”

he rolled her to her back and laid half on her as well as half off her as he perched himself up upon his elbow and gazed down upon her as she lay there bare breasted with twin pink nipples. Ashley left out a soft giggle as he traced down her bare stomach hitting a few spots that she forgot even existed. Quickly she took a breath as his fingertips moved down over and between her thighs, then along one as she parted her legs a tad for him to have access.

He leaned over her and kissed her again as she moved her hand to his and placed hers upon it, letting him know it was okay to caress her, to touch her as he pleased. She slid his hand along one inner thigh then the other, and then pulled it up over her bare mound covered by her pants. She moved his hand fully up to her lower stomach and then sucked her belly in, letting him slide them within the top of her pants and down between her legs as she whimpered to his mouth. Her hand went on the outside of the material and pressed down upon his own, letting him feel the heat and wetness along her slit, let him feel how swollen her soft shaven petals of her sex were. Ashley pressed her hips against his hand and her hand down upon his as she sandwiched it, making him well aware what she wanted. She felt his kisses, everything was on route now, on a path ahead for them a course charted by the stars and they were following it.

Ashley broke the kiss yet let her hips continue to move ever so slowly against his four fingertips and thumb, as she sucked in a deep breath and left it out slowly as she looked tom him, “I think this is as good as any place to start with, to show me the kind of activities you have in mind IF I decide to hire you Mr. Hunter. I mea, you can start here as well…” Ashley reached about with her free hand and caressed his cheek guiding his mouth to her breast closest to him, as she placed his lips to her taunt pink nub, and moved her upper body with the help of the waves along his lips. “I do think I like both places, but that’s fully up to you, unless you had another plan Mr. Hunter.”

She had fun with him, teasing him as she felt how hard his prick had grown within his pants, that shy feeling had long been gone at this point. She moved her hand from his cheek once she got him started and busy and placed her between them, she searched out his hardness and began to rub it through his pants as she watched his mouth upon her breast, feeling him move against her feeling their bodies meld as one slowly, feeling the flames of desire burn hotter with each moment they spent together. She knew it was time the clothing was removed fully and to allow their flesh to touch, allow each to explore the other taking time to get to know about as much as they could with hands, mouths and whatever else came to mind, she was ready now to move forth again to another step.

 

[RockYourWorld]

Scott was all too eager to continue on this job interview as it was presented to him. As a freelance writer, he actually hadn’t been on many of those. He doubted if they were really anything like this! Things progresses quickly as Ashley, topless and beautiful, guided Scott’s hand and hers into her pants, where he felt her warm and wet pussy. As he touched her for the first time, she encouraged him with a deep kiss, which was accompanied by the sexiest sigh Scott ever heard.

Once he touched her pussy, he knew he had to have more, and he knew that events were going to explode like a dry forest fire. He hated to stop kissing her, but he tore himself from her and moved down toward her hips and removed her pants, allowing her to slide her legs out with a slow sexy shimmy.

Scott looked at her beautiful body, his arousal at full speed. Her legs were so inviting, he put his hands just above her knees and slowly moved his hands up her thighs. As he did, he spread her legs and moved two fingers to her open pussy, and was again treated to the sound of her soft sigh. Definitely a noise he could get used to hearing again and again, if he was afforded the chance.

“The great thing about being the Cruise Director here” he said as his fingers began to thrust in and out of her hot wetness,” is that I only have to worry about entertaining the captain. And believe me, that’s not work….it’s all pleasure.” He slowed his thrusts and pulled his fingers back, unbuttoning his shirt. He quickly removed it, then lay next to Ashley again. His hand resumed its play in her pussy, and Scott resumed his breathy, tongue touching kiss with her.

Everything was perfect. Scott even thought about his neck..didn’t hurt at all! He thought about the hassle of selling the book, how it had been stressing him out, but it didn’t matter. Hell, he wasn’t even sure where he was spending the night, he hadn’t booked a hotel room yet, although either this boat or Ashley’s house was beginning to look like a promising possibility.

Ashley was getting wetter and her moans were the sexiest thing Scott had heard in a very long time. Letting things move to the next level, he moved to his knees and began to slide his pants off, awkwardly moving from one knee to the other as he slid them down. While he did so, his erect hardness stood straight up, Ashley having a clear view of it. He felt her eyes moving to it, and even might have detected a biting of her lower lip, but he wasn’t completely sure. Tossing the pants to the floor, he stood up on his knees, giving her a complete view of his hard cock, and reached for it.

She had been so seductive, so inviting, the way she removed her wet shirt before, exposing her breasts for him, only for him. It was a sweet and generous gesture that he wanted to return in some way, so he slowly began to stroke himself, letting her see, kneeling just inches from her. He let her see how much she aroused him, excited him, and how those feelings were growing. He moaned as he stroked, showing Ashley how she was making his cock get harder and harder. He thought of telling her how she had this affect on him from the minute they met on her front porch, but decided that if he did tell her that, later might be better.

As he moved again, he shifted her body so that her legs were diagonal on the bed, and he spread them, this time as far as he could. Ashley responded with a seamless move, lifting her legs and bending at the knees. Scott touched her wet hot sex again, spreading her lips, but make it know by his actions that this was only a precursor of his intentions, and he immediately leaned toward her, letting his extended tongue explore her pussy, touching her softly, then entering her ever so slightly. There was that sigh again, followed by words of approval from her. His hands moved down under her ass, and his face pressed hard toward her, his tongue penetrating her deeper and deeper, moving in slow and steady thrusts.

Scott began to realize that he had been subconsciously tongue fucking Ashley with the same rhythm as the rocking of the boat in the waves. That struck him as right, a connection between him, Ashley and the forces of nature. What was happening to Scott had to be brought about by fate’s direct action. For such a beautiful, sweet and loving person like Ashley to just come into his life as instantly as she had, and for them to find themselves in this perfect setting, and for them to be so comfortable with each other – and now, making love together as if they had a hundred times before…this had to be right. As the wind moved the waves, and the waves rocked the boat, and the boat rocked he and Ashley, Scott was wise enough to not mess with fate, and just let it all happen.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Ashley felt Scott break the kiss as he looked to him with the biggest, deepest blue eyes that he’s ever seen or will see again in his life, she followed him with those bedroom eyes, watching him movements as he pulled away from her as she moved her head upright and looked at him, nothing needing said at the moment. She felt him begin to remove her pants as she lifted her ass up off the bed giving him room to ease them over her rounded firm ass cheeks.

This was one time she was glad that she had shaven that morning, she hated the feel of stubble, there wasn’t one hair left upon her from the waist down, everything was as smooth as a newborn baby’s ass. She wiggled a bit helping him as she moved down past her knees, her muscular claves and off her feet. Ashley watched as her thin red thong went with her pants, both articles falling to the floor with her wet shirt.

Her eyes never left his as she watched his own roam her body slowly as if he were scanning her, every inch of bared flesh was going through a thought process within his mind at that moment. His calloused hands reached and laid upon her legs right above her knees to start, then slipped up along her long toned legs as he gestured her to spread her legs for him, helping her with that process as his hands parted her creamy tan thighs allowing him a nice view of her twin shaven lips that glistened with her nectar. Ashley felt the trickle of pussy juice run down from the base of her slit, through her ass cheeks and form a wet spot upon the bedding. It only proved to her how much this man turned her own, how much he aroused her which was more than any had in a long time. There was no resistance with Ashley, she was a willing partner, maybe to willing but she didn’t care, again she thought they were two consenting adults.

Ashley drew her feet up the bed a bit, bending her knees as she did, feeling her pussy lips part as she exposed her inner pink velvet walls to him, letting him have a view of what her inner snatch had to offer, as they opened like a blossoming flower as did the sweet musky scent, one that drew bees to nectar hers drew him just the same. Her eyes closed as she licked her lips with the tip of her soft pink rose petal colored moist tongue and followed with another sigh of pleasure as she felt those digits dip into that wet entrance to her divine treasure that awaited to be found. Her inner muscles immediately gripped around his twin fingers and sucked them into her depth as she arched her back from the bed and gasped softly for a breath then relaxed again.

‘The great thing about being the Cruise Director here is that I only have to worry about entertaining the captain. And believe me, that’s not work….it’s all pleasure.’ She opened her eyes and smiled hearing those words from his lips as he began a slow steady rhythmic motion with his fingers in her wet cunt. Ashley heard her wetness as he pumped them within her, almost causing her to blush from embarrassment, but she figured he would take that as a compliment, her body expressing how much of a turn on her was to her, how quickly he was able to arouse her to the point her juices flowed like a river around his fingers as her scent grew stronger and began to fill the cabin.

As he tried to pull back his fingers her muscles clenched around them, as she whimpered softly not wanting him to stop, he could have easily got her to release by finger fucking her pussy. It would have been the first of many, she knew this, she knew there was so much sexual frustration built up within that one, two and three orgasms might not be enough, she wondered if he had any idea what he had gotten himself into. Ashley was a sexual vixen a sex-starved minx, her body wanted, craved and desired his cock, desired to cum for him numerous times, even if she had to masturbate for him to arouse him between his own pleasure loads.

Her eyes followed his hands; his twin fingers glistened with her pussy juices as he unbuttoned his shirt quickly and placed it upon the pile of discards on the floor. She never closed her legs when he pulled his fingers out, infact she parted them open more for him, as she felt him return to her snatch, feeling the tips of his two fingers slip back into her fuck hole. She looked to him as she sighed softly once more in contentment, and pleasure while his lips met her s once more and his hand pressed against her splayed open pussy as his fingers delved within her juicy love hole.

She moved her hands to his shoulders where she allowed her fingertips to play around the base of his neck as she gently massaged while the kiss lasted and even when he pulled back and released her pussy from his fingers as he got himself situated between her thighs. She moans, cries and whimpers were freely released with each touch he gave to her whether he was pumping his fingers into her or placing soft kisses, she even groaned when his fingers slid back out for the second time.

It was his turn to show his goods to her now, as she watched him undo his pants while she licked her lips like a hungry animal, watching, waiting to pounce its prey. She couldn’t wait to see what he packed; she knew he had been of decent size as she had felt him rubbing against her. She watched as his cock sprung out and saluted her full mast. Ashley wanted to feel him within her; she wanted to know what it felt like to have a fat hard throbbing cock in her pussy ramming her hard to make her cry and scream …even beg for more.

Ashley about creamed herself as she saw him begin stroking his cock before her, that was one of her biggest kinks. She loved to watch a man masturbate for her, and had only one lover that did it to please her and it had been so long ago. She gasped out feeling her clit tingle as her feet moved between his thighs as she pulled them up and butterflied her knees wide open letting him view her splayed open cunt to the fullest as she gripped and played with his dangling sac while his fist pumped his cock through it at a steady pace.

Their eyes and body language said all they needed to say between them, words couldn’t even come close to what was happening, what was being felt as that magic took its course, and sailed straight on through to the next level of sexual pleasure. She watched him, she watched how he grew thick and hard, she licked her lips biting her bottom one as her hand moved between her thighs, letting her two fingers ‘V’ and take her hard clit between then and tease it as she grunted softly and cried to him in bliss.

He moved and she tugged her clit between her fingers as her feet danced upon his dangling sac, teasing and massaging with the soles as well as her toes. She watched and then felt as he returned his fingers to her sex, petting it like a precious pet, and then slipped his hand from his rock hard steel shaft and placed them under her ass as he drew her pussy to his face meeting her snatch half way as she buried himself within her delicious treasure box.

There was no fighting him; she only encouraged him more with her expressions, gestures and sounds of approval. She moved her fingers from her stiff clit and grabbed the bedding as she slid his tongue within her hole and began to tongue fuck her pussy. Her walls clenched around him immediately and pulled his pink thick muscle in further as she raised her hips up twisting and turning trying to drive his tongue deeper into her sweet abyss.

Her eyes closed as her head tossed back and forth, in sync with the motion of the boat as she clenched the sheets, then released them spanning her long slender fingers apart as she went to grab at the air. He hands moved down and gripped the side of his head as she began a steady motion of bucking her pussy against his face wanting him to please her, wanting him to drink from her honey sweet waterfall of heated nectar that would soon flow like a river into his mouth.

He fingers grasped his hair, holding it within her clenched fists, as she fucked his face with her snatch, she cried out as her feet rolled his weighted sac between them, rubbing them about her feet as she lifted then against him, toying with his cum filled orbs wanting to make that seed heat up and boil, so he himself would beg to release, he would give to her what she was soon going to give him first…if he didn’t back off fast as her body was feeling that familiar tingle within it, her heart raced as her breath grew faster, erratic and short.

There was no turning back now, there was no regrets, there was only the present...the now and Ashley wasn't even close to being done, he opened her up like a book that needed to be read, one that you couldn't place down and needed to be read over and over as it drew you in more each time, allowing you to fine and see more details, more of everything that you missed the time before.

 

[RockYourWorld]

The process of all other stimuli and occupations leaving his brain and mind had begun and was completed quickly. Scott was now only thinking of Ashley, of pleasing her, of sharing this time together. As his mouth and tongue and lips went about exploring her pussy, moving from one soft, tender sensitive area to the next, searching out those spots where she responded so excitedly. The calming and relaxing thought that they had all night- at least – to find each others pleasure areas. Scott had already found one or two of Ashley’s. There had to be more!

His hands continued to run up and down the insides of her thighs, and she responded by opening her legs wide each time he touched her there. He actually was touched by this gesture, realizing that this, to her, was a move of surrender, granting access to herself and making herself vulnerable to him. There was now way Scott could not take advantage of this, as her moans and her alternating grabs of the sheets and his hair were surging him forward.

He began to be absorbed by his other senses as well, her taste and aroma seemed to build with his arousal. His tongue was stiff and went about touching places that only Ashley knew held in her pleasure. Scott knew when he found one, and listened to her sweet sighing song. The release of her juices continued to bath him, and only pressed his face in harder to have more. The warmth of her wetness on his face was something he needed to feel, and the more he felt, the more he wanted.

Her aroma told him that her arousal was as intense as his, and this too made him surge on. His breathing was audible, and his own heart was pounding in his chest, just short, he was sure, of being heard as well. His face buried fully between her legs, him mouth mapping one pleasure area, then another, finding new ones and returning to the previous, Scott was now pleasing Ashley with a full-out intense attack on her pussy, and she encouraged it, grabbing him, calling his name.

Scott soon moved without a clear understanding of his actions. Pushing her legs wide apart, more than ever before, he pressed his face hard to her pussy and took her clit between his lips. Moving up to his knees, he began a soft rocking movement into her as he sucked on it. Then, extending two fingers, he thrust them into her wet hole, expecting and receiving an even louder moan and sigh from her. Her wetness amazed him as he finger fucked her and sucked on her clit. The arousal was mutual, and as Scott rocked on his knees, he so much wanted to hear Ashley’s more intense moans and screams.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Ashley melted to a puddle of gruel as she felt his tongue move along her inner pink walls of her sex, those twin petals swelled as he continued to devour her pussy. Her clit throbbed as it filled with blood, standing tall and firm as if it were a mini cock wanting that attention. Ashley rolled her body with the way the boat moved with the waves from one side to another, and Scott did as well as he never missed a beat. His hands glided along her inner thighs as that just added to her arousal, she hadn’t had a lover that was so warm and tender in a long time, and was savoring the feeling he was bringing to her as each nerve ending felt as if he was touching it, igniting them with a fiery passion.

Her long red painted nails drug across the bedding as she pulled them along when he hit a certain spot around her hard flap of skin with his tongue, and combined that with a rub of his chin at the base of her slit, which Ashley quickly gripped the bedding and yanked it upwards while she cried out and lifted her hips to him, wanting more of the same and Scott kindly gave just that as he feasted upon her pussy. The wetness made its own sound as she could hear him slurping her juices as they tricked or even flowed from within that fuck hole. The sounds seemed to echo within the cabin of the boat as they lived up to it’s name and began a nice foreplay session.

Her feet continued to tease his dangling sac between his thighs, she could feel the weight as she used her toes and top of her foot to push up from the underside and rub them up against him as she groaned out not only from what he was doing to her snatch with his tongue but also the way his balls felt moving around her feet added to it all, that feeling of knowing what was or should be soon churning to a boil will be unloaded within her.

Scott’s tongue danced within her as she raised her hips again rubbing slowly against his face as she moaned and groaned to him, letting him know what he was doing was pleasing, not wanting to hold anything back from him at all from the sounds that built up within to the feeling that he was now causing her, one that would soon push her over the edge if he continued doing what he was doing with his pink thick muscle.

Ashley felt him pressing upon her inner thighs as he opened her up as wide as possible and pressed his face against her pussy. Her flesh felt electrified every where he touched with his tongue as well as his hands. She knew now that she was at Scotts mercy, her body was now his as he drove his tongue in and back out, swirling it around her fuck hole, as she couldn’t resist him no longer, not that she was but she was beyond ever turning back now. Ashley begged for him to make her cum, words barely between her jagged breaths as her hips rose up and she felt his tongue tease her inner walls of her love tunnel.

Her cunt throbbed to have his thick rock hard cock within her, her hands released the bedding as they moved to her breasts , her fingers and thumbs found her taunt nipples and pinched them both between them hard as she cried out arching her back hard in the shape of a crescent moon. She looked down at his face between her legs, and she seen him looking back up at her as he slip two fingers deep inside of her wonton pussy.

Her eyes close as she massages her own breasts, feeling his fingers sliding in and out of her wet pussy, enjoying the feeling that he was giving her, that pleasure that could only make one wish to cum over and over again, as her muscles tightened around his fingers as if it were his own rigid prick, not wanting him to pull out, as she held tightly around them, her juices making his fingers slicker than imaginable. The sound of her wetness enjoyed by both, her arousal well met by his ministrations of his tongue and fingers.

Scott’s teasing makes her lose all restraint she ever had, no longer calm and cool Ashley, but just the opposite. She thrusts her hips into his hand; as he pushes his fingers deep inside her cunt, causing her to let out a loud linger moan as she licked across her lips. Her mind, her body, her soul cries out for him to fuck her without words needing said, her body telling him she wanted to be fucked by him so hard, to feel every inch of his cock within her as deep as possible. Her feet find his cock as they wrap around it and begin jacking him off at a steady pace while he continues to dine upon her succulent treasure.

Ashley wanted more her breaths rapid and drawn out, her legs open as wide as she can get them relaxing herself to take another finger, to fill her up inside, to stretch her and pleasure her as she feels his hot breaths upon her soaked walls. Ashley could feel the way his fingers twisted and turned through her whole body, her hips rose to meet his hand, her ass raised from the bed as she cried out and gripped his head between her hands and held his face against her pussy.

She couldn’t hold back no longer, the way his fingers reached into her depths hitting that one spot that drove her over the edge as she cried out to him. The sensation of his tongue teasing her clit, and his finger within her wet fuck hole was to much for her, not having had a man to please her in so long took its course faster than she could ever had imagined. Ashley began to cum, her breaths shallow and quick as she tossed her head from side to side and released his head from her hands as she gripped her breasts kneading them, then finding the nipples as she tugged upon them hard.

Her cunt contracted around his fingers as she stretched her nipples, releasing them to only do it again and again as the pain added to her climax, letting hear her sounds as she released the flow of her honey essence to him. She rode the wave out as it crashed within her body and caused her to explode with such intensity that it blew her mind as she gasped for a breath letting the cum flow to his mouth, hearing the sound of her orgasm as he continued to pump his fingers within her hole. She rode it out till the as the last ripple wave of sexual abyss went through her body, her feet still working his cock, as she rested herself against the bed.

 

[RockYourWorld]

Scott was amazed at Ashley’s ability to touch him in so many ways, at so many times. He felt her hands on his head, on his hair, on his neck. He saw her hands on her own thighs, and her fingers rubbing down along her own pussy as he ate her. His arousal was so intense, because of how she tasted, how she moaned, as she responded to everything he did to her. This arousal lead him to do things involuntarily, one of those being getting up on his knees and rocking into her. This only gave Ashley another avenue, another way of touching him and pleasing him as he went about finger fucking her and sucking her sweet wet clit.

At first, it was a surprise, but as he thought about it for only a short period of time (before letting his mind be once again consumed by the passion), it made perfect sense. With his balls exposed by his kneeling position, Ashley allowed one foot to slowly move about his balls. It was pleasurable to her, he could tell. Her moans told him that, as soon as the top of her foot, and then her toes made contact with his balls, she moaned with approving pleasure. The moans were different, apart from the noises she was making as he licked her pussy. She was making moans of exploration, finding a new way to make her new lover happy. She had succeeded and she voiced her pleasure. Scott did not allow her activities to stop him from his. He continued to look for ways to please her, surprise her, and arouse her to new levels, and she seemed to be intent on doing the same.

His fingers moved with the intent that Scott was feeling in his fevered brain, thrashing and thrusting with no control, firing up Ashley, leading her to buck, lifting her hips, and snow screaming. Scott had her where he wanted her, on the edge of a complete loss of control. He could tell she was about to cross the line, and hopefully she was about to let herself fall completely. She wasn’t going there alone, however. As she descended into bliss, she was taking him with her. With both feet, she reached up and found his engorged cock. Her soft soles stroked it, and Scott, from his knees allowed her complete access to him, moaning even deeper into her pussy. It took every bit of his energy to maintain control and not cum all over both of her feet, but he did stay in control, and he continued to lick and finger fuck Ashley until her heard her sweet release.

It was everything he had hoped for, the way she moved, and sounded, and reacted. All the time, because of the way she was stroking him with her feet, and from his own naturally building lust, Scott was becoming impatient. He wanted to fuck her the whole time, and the more she moved and moaned, the more he wanted to stop what he was doing and fuck her hard and deep in that sweet wet pussy. He waited, and was rewarded with the sound of her cumming. Now it was his turn, but he would do this in a way that would be as pleasurable for her as for him. That’s the way things were shaping up for Scott and Ashley…their pleasures were mutual, and each exploring and pleasing the other was a continuing adventure.