With the pipe loaded, he retrieved
the chrome Zippo lighter, flicked open its lid and with a thumb twirl of the
flint wheel sparks flashed and viola there was fire. Tilting the lighter on its
side, the flame over the pipe bowl, he drew air down the stem until the tobacco
let off a red glow. Closing the lighter with another flick, a wisp of smoke
arose as he fussed to put everything back in place, obvious he was fastidious.
I’d moved to sit upwind but was surprised the smoke gave off a warm pleasant aroma not the stench of a cigarette. He explained the tobacco was cherry flavored and mixed special for him. Despite my misgivings of tobacco smoke it all added to the agreeable glow of the evening. Only the faint ashtray odor of his mustache when kissed detracted.
Soon we were sleepy and took our
blankets and clothes below, and slept on the bulk bed but with heads facing the
open hatch door of the stern, not the claustrophobic bow. I put on my
turtleneck to stay warm and never wore the nightie.
He woke me in the morn, spooned up
against my buttocks with his erect penis between my legs and his hands fondling
my breasts. I don't like to kiss in the morning without brushing my teeth. I
reached for my pill box, lifted my leg and he slithered down to enter me from
the rear. He started out slow, let his penis perk up inside me now and then
while not moving. Then he started with little thrusts in and out pressing up
against my buttocks. As he became more excited he fell into a modest thrust
We took it relaxed, one thrust at a
time with no hurry. It took him 10 minutes to hump against me to finally
ejaculate in a little spasm as he gripped my breasts and I ground my buttocks
against him to enhance his pleasure. I enjoyed our morning tryst but didn’t
have an orgasm. I decided sex on small sailing boats was too complicated to
fully enjoy. It was the last time for sex on a boat except on a cruise ship
He made coffee in the little galley while I peed
in the little commode which he explained had a reservoir waste tank to avoid
feeding fish on the flush. We sat sipping a strong black brew and watched
Olympia and the Port come alive as the sun rose from the east to bath the
Capitol dome and the marina. He suggested we dock and have breakfast but it was
time for me to go. We putted up to the marina dock and I clambered out, glad to
be back on terra firma even if it still swayed which the floating dock did.