The Following weekend

Written by: The Bear

She wrote a story about an encounter in a boathouse. This is what happens to the couple the following weekend.

The following Saturday was one of those perfect days.  Clear, bright,
sunny, yet not too hot, and a gentle breeze blew in from the east.  She 
smiled distractedly to herself as she stretched, yawned and finally got 
out of bed. 

Last week had been a chance encounter.  She hadn't really known why she
was so attracted to him, but the results had been so delicious.  She 
knew she had to go back for more.  All week long the memory of his 
hands on her body had caused her to wander about in a dream state.  Her 
friends had noticed, but not said anything.  They were just happy to 
see her so content and relaxed again. 

She rose up out of bed and walked into the bathroom.  Looking at herself
in the mirror, she looked closely at the reflection of her body.  Her 
nipples were becoming erect just looking at them, and the hair between 
her legs was becoming damp.  She reached her hands up towards the 
ceiling and watched her breasts rise and move.  Her long brunette hair 
fell across her shoulders and cascaded down over the left breast.  She 
brushed the curl aside to get a better look at that breast, and felt an 
electric current shiver down her spine as she brushed the tight nipple. 


Stepping into the shower she turned on the water, letting the steam
build up.  Lathering herself with the soap, the rough texture of the 
washcloth brought her whole body to the edge of sexual climax.  Giving 
into the needs of her body, she plunged her long fingers into her 
pussy, pushing herself over the edge. 

When the waves of pleasure finally settled back, she took the razor to
begin shaving her legs.  She was proud of her legs.  Long, slender, the 
legs of a dancer, she absentmindedly stroked the small razor across her 
skin.  Then a sinful thought hit her.  Lathering up her pubic hair, she 
slowly and deliberately shaved all the hair off of her pussy.  While 
she had often trimmed her pubic hair for bathing suits, this was the 
first time she had cleaned the whole area.  The thought of his tongue 
and lips on this clean skin sent her into another wave of lust. 

Deciding that she had better get dressed or the rest of the plans for
the day would be wasted, she quickly toweled dry, and got dressed in a 
light halter top sundress that stopped at mid thigh.  Brushing  her 
hair back and braiding it up, she tossed on sandals, sunglasses, and a 
straw hat.  Throwing a change of panties, bra, bikini, and her 
toothbrush into a bag, she went out the door humming an old love song. 

* * * * * There he was, by the boathouse.  She had hoped she would find
him there. Standing at the top of the walkway she let herself just 
watch the way he moved.  He had on a rough smock, chinos, and 
deckshoes.  His muscular, tight ass was quite plain as he moved around 
the sailboat doing odd chores.  He moved with a very deliberate, yet 
unconscious grace.  It was obvious he knew what he was doing. 

He stopped coiling a rope, and turned and looked right at her.  Even at
this distance she felt the intensity of his light blue eyes and he 
looked unerringly right at her.  Somehow he seemed to have sense her 
gazing at him.  He just stood there returning her glance.  Slowly a 
pleasant smile curved his lips, as if he were remembering their 
previous encounter.  A sudden red flush sprang up on her neck and 
cheeks.  Embarrassed, she looked away, only to see that the blush was 
spreading down the slopes of her breasts as well. 

He whistled to her, and waved her down to the boat. Taking a firm grip
on her courage, she walked lightly down the dock and nimbly stepped 
across the rail onto the sailboat.  It was a fairly large, single 
masted boat.  It was a warm, pecan colored boat, with bright brass 
fittings, and a gleaming wooden deck. Having been raised on the shore 
by a fisherman, she knew her way about a boat.  So without any 
discussion they quietly worked together and prepared the little boat to 
sail. 

* * * * * * * they were out on the open water now.  No one else to see
for miles.  He was very competent with his command of the sails.  As 
competent in their handling as he had been with her body last weekend.  
She wondered when he would touch her.  She helped sail, but he was so 
capable that she mostly just stayed out his way.  She could hardly keep 
her eyes off of him. Watching his hands coil a rope, or guide the 


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