by Vivian Wood
Pulling away a cover hiding the inside of the boat from view, Blake confidently prepares to set sail as I watch excited about being on a boat this size.
"What can I do?" I ask him, ready for an introduction into boating.
"You want to help me set sail?" he asks, clearly surprised I am not content to stand by and watch him work in silence.
"I need to untie something, right?" I ask, grabbing a snugly-wound rope.
"This is a cleat," he explains, a warm smile brightening his eyes.
"When I tell you to, you can untie this rope," he points to a different rope just to the left of the one I grabbed.
"Okay!" I say smiling, enthusiasm obvious in my voice.
After a few more minutes of hearing him stride around the boat, he tells me to release the rope, and I gladly pull the line as the boat eases away from the dock.
We ride out into the water for at least half an hour, me exhilarated from sitting in front of the steering wheel in what he tells me is the bow. The air is warm as it rips around my head, and occasionally a hint of sea spray cools my face. Slowing down, the boat comes to a halt inside a cove facing a cliff that extends as high as a skyscraper, water lapping against the rocky bottom. Green grass and tall trees adorn the top of the cliff.
"This is one of my favorite spots," he says, lowering the anchor over the side, and then takes my hand, pulling me to my feet.
"Would you like to swim with me?"
"I never know when you are going to demand I do your bidding, or if you are going to politely ask me to do something," I say, trying to figure out which Blake is with me right now.
"Darlin', I only demand things in the bedroom, and make no mistake you will be begging to be commanded by me soon." My core heats up at the prospect, and I find nothing to repudiate in his statement.
Leading me to the back of the boat, he pulls me in front of him and wraps both of his hands around my waist, gripping my shirt and pulling it over my head. He easily unsnaps the button of my shorts and pulls the zipper tab down, loosening and gliding them down my hips.
"See, you are already getting much better at accepting my touch." He caresses by swimsuit-clad mound as he spreads his palms against my midriff.
"Very, very good," he breathes against my ear, my insides trembling, and my clit beginning to pulsate as his hands stroke me. Before I wanted them to, his hands disappear as he steps back, pulling his own shirt over his head. Taken aback by the vision of his naked chest again, I stare transfixed as his shorts fall to the deck.
The sound of his splash in the water breaks my daze as it registers in my brain too late he was completely naked under his pants. His huge cock only momentarily graces my view, easily making my mouth gape in approval.
His bobbing head and happy smile invite me to join him in the water. Instead of splashing in, I step down the ladder, facing the boat making my entrance into the cool liquid more graceful than his plunge. Easily, my body remembers what it feels like to swim, and I relax in the water, spreading my arms out wide and kicking with my feet.
"I definitely like your two piece better, take the top off so I can see your pink nipples in the water," he commands, and just as he promised, I find myself begging for his commands. My hunger for his touch and his approval motivate me to reach behind my back, kicking faster to stay above the water as I unhook my bikini top.
Throwing the piece of cloth back into the boat, I let the water carry me toward Blake. Eager to reward me for my obedience, he reaches out and rubs his thumb against one of my peaked nipples, grabbing me around the waist with his other hand. He pulls me to him, our bodies meeting under the water, as I hold onto his shoulder, letting his legs do all the work to keep us afloat.
His moist lips caress my chin, and he runs his mouth along my jaw to my earlobe. Taking the lobe in his mouth, he nibbles my flesh before releasing it, leaving me craving more contact. His soft lips press firmly against mine, and I easily part my lips in invitation. Quick to comply with my request, he sweeps inside my lips, stroking his tongue against mine. He tastes of mint, and I cannot get enough of his flavor.
As he pulls me closer with one hand on my back, he squeezes my nipple, sending out a tinge of pain. Boldly, I wrap my legs around his body, hoping to rub against his huge cock he brashly displayed jumping into the water.
"Eager aren't you?" he asks.
Lost in the feel of the waves splashing against our bodies and the memory of the night before, I reach between us and grab his cock in my hand. It is deliciously erect even in the cool water.
"Tell me you want my cock, and I may give it to you," he teases me.
"Maybe I do," I respond.
"Maybe I want it right now," I challenge him, squeezing my grip on his hard prick.
"I will give it to you when I decide you are ready, Darlin', not before. You are far from ready for me." Puzzled he did not accept my blatant request for sex, I run my hand up and down his shaft under the water.
"You will swim back to the boat and climb the ladder. Take off your bikini bottoms and go down deck," he commands, kissing my lips one more time.
Thinking I have won our tug of war, I glide back to the ladder and climb back onboard his yacht. Turning so he can see my perky breasts and bright, pink erect nipples, I slide my bikini bottoms down and then saunter to the stairs leading below deck.
I pass though an enormous living space with a huge flat screen TV and into the master bedroom. There is king-sized bed in the middle of the cabin with black silk sheets. Wooden oars crisscross above the bed and teak paneling, making the entire space seem elegant.
Cool air surrounds my skin, making the room feel comfortable while I dry off my body. Feeling his presence behind me before I hear him, I turn around and he is standing over me in all his glory, hard cock protruding from his body. Overcome by desire, I ease down to my knees in front of him as I toss the towel away and take the head of his shaft between my lips.
Moist pre-cum oozes onto my tongue, eager to savor his taste I lick and suck his juice into my mouth. His skin is cool on my tongue as I lick him from base to tip. A groan escapes his lips as he reaches down pulling me up to standing. His naked body smashed against mine, I can feel his hard muscles pressing into my soft flesh.
The edge of the bed hits the backs of my thighs as he pushes me against the bed, taking my mouth with a punishing kiss. Unable to maintain balance as he leans over me, as I fall back onto the bed.
"You will place your feet on the bed. Hold onto your ankles. I want to see your pussy spread wide for me."
Quickly, I obey him, eager to feel his cock inside me. My pussy is getting hotter by the second, and I feel a familiar wave of pressure as my pussy readies for his embrace. Dropping to his knees, he lavishes my folds with his tongue plunging the muscle inside my slit.
"Oooh," I moan out at the pleasure of his soft wet tongue on my sex.
He pulls his tongue out from inside me and licks up to my clit, pushing back the sheath hiding my pleasure bud. My clit completely exposed, he licks and sucks down on my flesh while pushing two fingers deep inside me. The pressure of his suction and the fullness of his fingers send me over the edge, coming hard, I ride out wave after wave of muscle spasm.
He does not let my clit go after I come, but keeps sucking on it. The sensation is too much for me, my sensitive bud hurts at first, and I try to squirm away, but his other hand clamps down on my stomach to hold me in place as he sucks hard, pushing me into another mind-blowing orgasm.
I scream out this time as he thrusts three fingers deep inside me, and I grab his head, wrapping my legs around his back. Pulling his mouth against my clit, I ride his face and fingers, crashing in wave upon wave of release. His fingers reach deep inside me as he draws out my pleasure until a comfortable calm overcomes me.
Still licking my vulnerable clit, he pulls his fingers out of my wet pussy. He stands between my legs and wraps his slick fingers around his huge cock.
"You are definitely not ready for
this cock yet, Darlin'." He strokes himself looking down at my naked body. "You will need to work very hard to earn this cock in that snug pussy."
Wondering why he would think I am not ready for him, and desperate to show him I am quite ready for his cock, I grab his shaft with my hands. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I lick his slippery head, tasting my tang on his smooth skin.
"I want you to come in my mouth," I say, taking as much of his girth in my mouth as I can.
"You do, do you? This is acceptable," he says, pushing me back on to the bed and straddling my face, slowly slipping his cock inside and out of my mouth.
"You will touch yourself while I fuck this sexy mouth of yours. I want you to come again when I do," he demands.
Feeling so turned on by the way he is dominating my mouth, pumping his hips and driving his cock comfortably in and out of my lips, I reach down and press my fingers against my abused clit.
He quickens his plunges, and his cock feels even bigger in my mouth. I almost choke as he gets very still, shooting hot liquid across my tongue and down my throat. My inner muscles clench at the thought of how it will be to have him come inside me. Pumping my hips, I swallow his cum as my body crests again.
"That's it, keep rubbing that pussy of mine. Don't stop until I tell you to," he coos, my body clenching in spasms at the sound of his voice.
"Now you are almost ready for me." My breathing relaxes, and my body is completely spent. He lays down facing me, sliding his arms around me. The relaxing tickle of his fingers running up and down my back in the cool cabin air is the last thing I remember before I drift off to completely dreamless slumber.
Henry's Ash
A warm, hard pillow is pressed against me as I roll onto my back in the smooth sheets and cool air. My body is actually cold for a change, so I try to pull the sheet around my numb toes. Discovering my hard pillow is the very handsome and powerful Blake. I lean my head toward him, kissing his skin.
"Mmmm," I hear from the side, "I don't think I have napped in the middle of the day in a long time. You are good for me." He rolls to the side sliding off of the bed.
"I am starved, let's get back to the dock and hit Charlie's," he suggests, pulling out a pair of pants from a hidden drawer under the bed.
"What is Charlie's?," I ask as I try to remember where my clothes are. Oh, yes, I recall I took them off on the top side of the boat.
"It is a nice old world pub. You will like it. I'm surprised Henry never brought you out here to it," he states.
"We always stayed at the lake cabin during the summers. I never wanted to go anywhere else," I explain as I try to keep the pink out of my cheeks, forced to walk out of the room naked in search of my clothing.
Fortunately, I had the foresight to wear an appropriate shirt in public even without the benefit of my bikini underneath. His hands wander as we rush past each other to get dressed and the boat prepared to head back to the dock. Each time I pass by him, his fingers linger on my hip or wrist, letting me know he is not shy about putting his hands all over me. I find myself eager for each touch.
Beginning to take his lead, I stroke his shoulders with my finger tips as he sails back to the docks. Pulling me onto his lap, he gives me the steering wheel and lets me control the boat while he rubs my back and shoulders the entire ride back to land.
We reach the dock and Blake starts to store the boat. Eager to help, I follow him, complying with each direction he gives. Content and numb from our love making, I eagerly take his hand as he finishes with the boat and leads me back down the docks to the car garage.
Weathered with peeling white paint exposing the moldy green surface beneath it, the pub, Charlie's, looks as though it has seen better days. With fish nets draped like seaweed on the faded wooden barrels displayed near the front door, it reminds me of an authentic fisherman bar, until the nice modern bar comes into view.
Blue and green leather stools spot the front of the shiny black bar which rises from the clean, tiled floor. Plus the adorable, overstuffed benches with vibrant ocean life painted on them paired with the comfortable-looking booths give it away as a descent establishment to come and have a drink while lying about the length of the fish one caught.
Blake escorts me inside, holding my hand while we wind our way through patrons toward the bar. It seems strange that we do not head for a table when I see four or five gentlemen at the bar welcoming us into their troupe. Paul, who I remember from this morning, is nursing a beer and telling big fish stories to another grey-haired gentleman. Seeing me, he takes my hand and stands, "It is nice to see you again, Ma'am."
"Thank you, its Ashley by the way, and I believe you are Paul, correct?"
"Ashley," he says, as a smile spreads across his face, "Henry's Ashley?"
"Yes, Henry was my grandpa." Delighted to find another person acquainted with my grandpa, I shake his hand, and he puts both of his around mine.
"Well, I don't think I have seen you since you were about five years old. We're very sorry to hear about old Henry, decent fellow if there ever was one. Now tell me, why you are slumming around with old Blake?" he teases.
"We are neighbors," I giggle as Blake hands me a cool iced lemonade.
"Thank you." I quickly drain half of the beverage in one gulp, so thirsty from the heat and activity. Blake kisses my cheek and holds his hand to the small of my back while we are at Charlie's, joking and eating crab legs with my grandpa's old friends.
We head back to the lake after seven in the evening, and I cannot remember a better time ever had than spending the day at Charlie's.
"Thank you," I say as we head down the private drive.
"Today was perfect. It was really special hearing all of the stories about my grandpa."
"I had a good time, too," Blake smiles at me.
"We need to wash off the ocean water before dinner. Grab your bag and meet me inside."
Thank God, demanding Blake is back.
"That will not be such a hardship," I smile at him.
He chops peppers as I enter the cool house, bag in tow. He sprinkles seasoning over vegetables and sets them to the side as he takes my hand, leading back to his opulent bathroom.
Instead of turning on the shower, he leans down and fills the tub with water, air jets causing the liquid to bubble. Goose bumps sprout out over my arms as he runs his hands down my torso and pulls my shirt free from my body, my shorts soon to follow. He helps me into the whirlpool and then follows me equally naked.
Grabbing a sponge and soap he quickly works up a sudsy lather, cleansing my feet and legs. My body relaxes, and my arms and legs take on the consistency of gelatin.
"I love your skin," he says, running the sponge around my legs in small circles.
"Thank you." I believe I could get easily get used to this.
"Why did you build here? I mean, you could probably have a place anywhere you want."
"I have good memories of this lake," he replies.
"One night I watched a water nymph on that deck out there touch herself in the moonlight. Ever since then, I have been captivated by this lake," he teases me.
I kick out splashing his chest with water. Laughing, he grabs my ankle, pulling me onto his lap.
"I love this lake, as a matter of fact. My father and I would spend our spring times fishing from his cabin across the water. Every autumn we camped before it got too cold outside, and your grandpa was always around, too. He did disappear during the summer though, I assume, to spend time with you. Maybe he was just protecting you from me. All that work seems to be in vain as I have you now."
Sucking my lower lip in between his, he nibbles before letting it go.
"Thank you, again, for giving my grandpa money when he needed it. I would not have been able to go to school without it," I admit.
"You are welcome. I wanted to keep this place private. Your grandpa might have sold the land to developers, and they would have invaded this place with hotels or something. I am very possessive, Ash," he says, na
rrowing his eyes.
"I am that way with everything that is mine."
"I am glad you left the cabin," I sigh, leaning my forehead against his neck. He wraps his arms around my back and kneads my shoulders.
"It was not mine to leave. That cabin is all yours. Henry only let me have nineteen acres. He insisted he wanted you to have that cabin, and so you have," he whispers, pulling my ear into his mouth. I love how he can't seem to keep his hands off me. I am dangerously close to following this man around like a lost puppy.
"Besides, I would never get rid of that deck in a million years."
We bathe together, cleaning each other intimately. My body tingles with each touch of his hand, and my pussy clenches each time I run my fingers along his strong muscles. He dries off and tosses on comfortable clothes, leading me outside onto the deck.
The night air is warm, but not oppressive since we have spent the day relaxing inside air-conditioned rooms. He grills chicken and peppers and I prepare a salad while we flirt and joke. I soon discover how easy it is to be around my sexy neighbor. We eat alfresco, his chicken and peppers amazing as I clean every morsel from my plate. We retire to the deck furniture after cleaning up dishes and enjoy a glass of wine.
To my amazement, Blake tells me he designed his house. He is an architect, and his main office is in San Diego, not too far from the hospital where I work. Instead of commuting an hour from the lake house, he mainly lives in an apartment not too far from his office.
Learning that he has spent the last week on vacation here, I decide I am the luckiest girl in the world having picked the same time to come to the lake. We talk easily, leaning against one another listening to the crickets sing their nighttime song and the fish jumping in the water. Struggling to stay awake, my head bobs back and forth as I begin to dose off.