At night we stayed at the Plantation
Hotel, a historic 2 story building on South First Street just off the water.
Our second floor room faced the street and we watched tourists stroll below
while drinking a night cap in the evening and again while drinking coffee in
the morning. The hotel reminded me of the rendezvous pad Elliot and I once
We dined at Palmer Lighthouse with its great bar looking out at the channel and ability to make a decent Singapore Sling, sad to say now gone with revitalization. Our Plantation bed had down blankets. After drinks, lobster diner, a B & B night cap and our sex romp I disappeared into the covers and did not wake until nudged to rise in the late morning. We had our morning glory and then fish and chips brunch at the La Conner Pub, a classic family restaurant with excellent Alaska cod fish.
We boarded the boat and sailed back to
Bremerton on a neap tide. At Bremerton I debarked and drove home with hours to
spare before hubby’s return.
We were like young lovers but they were only two timer dates, once at night and then a morning glory. He was not a lightweight bed contender with only a modest libido which followed a regular ritual, touch of oral, me atop, a little doggy and his missionary finish. He kept a lot to himself and I suspected his divorce had permanently marred him from trusting women. He did teach me the pleasure of a mustache brushed against my clitoris. He never rushed sex and kept to his fastidious routine.
One benefit of my libidinousness was
discovering new places with a lover and then introducing hubby to them when we
would never have discovered them on our own. Afterwards I took hubby to La
Conner with a night booked at the Plantation Hotel, on the second floor room
facing the street but opposite the corridor from the one spent with William. We
dined at the same restaurants and spent the morning leisurely shopping before
driving home. I also took him to Port Townsend but to a different bed and
In hindsight these were double betrayals.
My final sailing adventure was a trip to Friday Harbor in the San Juan Islands. As we passed Port Townsend and entered the open waters of Puget Sound, however, the waves picked up and the boat rocked to and fro. Soon I was sea sick. It was a long trip back and once in William's slip in Gig Harbor I was a mess.
I didn't care what I looked like. I only wanted off the boat. Those who do not get sea sick don’t understand. I used a wash cloth to clean my face and hair of the obvious, got in the car and rushed home. In the shower at home I vowed never to go to sea again and it is a vow I kept except for Puget Sound ferries and a cruise ship on the Mediterranean with my husband.