I skipped wearing a bra and wore a red panty for below deck action.
To double down then added a violet nylon sheer baby doll nightie with bow knowing men loved their package wrapped.
Tuesday morn hubby left early for the
Sea-Tac Airport. I got up with him and made his breakfast. After he left I made
the boat lunch with sour dough bread, cheese, meat cuts, lettuces and olives all
be assembled on board, fried chicken thighs and made a dip for chips, put it
all in a basket with a bottle of wine, 2 wine glasses, silverware and layered
artificial ice and napkins atop.
In my night bag I organized toiletries,
makeup, the new nightie, a change of underwear and my pill box in which I
stuffed three condoms purchased during my shopping spree. Unlike meeting Elliot
I had no reservations. I packed for first date sex with Mom's revelations an
odd lack of promiscuity guilt over came me. With a Dramamine pill to avoid
seasickness, the rest of the bottle in the overnight bag I was ready to learn
It was a beautiful late September
morning in 1990, calm but gentle breeze as if he air was delighted with itself.
I wondered if there was enough wind to sail when calling for a cab. Dropped off
at the boat dock at 10:15 AM, one hand toting my lunch basket and the other my
overnight bag I saw him waiting at the front of the dock.
After a Platonic greeting he guided my step onto the floating dock panic set in as we trod forward and the dock splayed about in the water. At his boat's slip I was afraid to get on, the risk of seasickness swept aside by the danger of sailing with a man unknown; under his control once we left the dock. I knew nothing about sailing or if the boat was seaworthy.
He stood in the boat, noticed and my sudden anxiety.
“We don’t need to sail today. We’ll sit in the stern, talk to know one another then enjoy your picnic lunch.”
Assured I let him help me aboard. Things were compact but bigger than expected. He explained it was a 30 plus foot with an outboard motor and had all of the safety equipment. I bent down and explored the cabin, a miniature house setting with a wide but low bulk bed in the bow, the place of action. There was a bathroom with stainless steel toilet and sink, a galley with sink and cabinets and refrigerator all Lilliputian in size.
Where does it go when you flush?
I placed my lunch perishables in the
frig and went back to the open stern. He asked again if I was okay. I was
getting sea legs and felt safer due to his concern. After sitting in the stern
he asked if we should stay tied to the dock or did I want to explore Budd Inlet
which fronts Olympia.
Sitting comfortably on a port side
cushion I told him to explore the inlet. He tilted the little motor’s propeller
down into the water and started it by pulling a cord. The whinny motor started
and spewed a wimpy stream of water out its back reducing my confidence so
recently gained. Untied from the dock he steered past the tangle of other boats
to the open area, not looking at me as he steered. I thought he was probably
thinking he made a big mistake taking a chicken like me to sea as I watched the
Olympia dock recede.
A sea there was a gentle breeze to
the north urging us forward. Once clear of other boats he cut the sputtering
motor and tilted its little propeller back out of the water, looked at me and
asked if it was okay to set sail. The morning sun, gentle breeze, his concern,
I nodded ascent. He had me hold the wheel while he busied himself setting up
the sails. With the sails set he guided the boom to catch the wind, took a hold
of the wheel and we skimmed the placid water soundlessly.