harrisbj@ingr.com (Bill Harris) (09/04/90)
She adorned the bow of my boat like a fine jewel. Long blond hair flying in the breeze, supple legs that carried her elegance for all to see. She looked to be about 35 but I knew she was much older than that. About once a week she'd come by my stand to buy a drawing or painting for a friend or to decorate that little palace of hers up on the hill. Occasionally she'd hire me to take her out visit a friend of hers who kept her sloop anchored in the bay. My little fishing boat looked comical up against that beauty of a ship. I lusted after it almost as much as I did after her. She was a treasure. She turned and looked back at me. The sunlight coming through her light yellow cotton dress spoke of the essence of womanhood. Her smooth curves were making this trip one to remember. She pointed out to the left to a small white dot nestled beneath the cliffs. "Over there." As we approached the craft I realized that this was something new. Lisa'ali was much bigger than this and as we drew nearer I could almost swear that the little cuddy boat was named after my passenger. And sure enough as I cut the engine and drifted in the little white boat wore the name, Khaline. "What's this?", I asked. This made her smile and she ambled back to where I stood. Looking directly into my soul, she whispered "The best day of your life!." As she said that she chuckled a deep throated little reply. It made me wonder if I really wanted my fantasy to come true, they have a way of not living up to your expectations sometimes. But as she hopped up to the rail and took my hand any hesitation seemed ludicrous. I followed her. As soon as we stood on the swaying deck of the little pleasure craft she was in my arms. She tasted good, like the salt spray in my beard. Her hands drifted over my shoulders and down my back until they reached the band of my shorts. I was lost in her already. I returned her passionate kisses, my tongue craving her lips, her mouth, her body. How much time we spent there I don't know, but as the tension grew in my loins and I pressed against her soft belly I felt I might explode at any moment. Suddenly she pushed me away and cried, "Your boat!!!" Without thinking I'd left it untied and now it was drifting rather steadily toward the rocks. "Shit," I spat. I couldn't beleive it. This bay was pretty enough but it was also infested with sharks. A person thought twice about jumping into it without a machine gun. "Oh, I'll get it," Khaline said as she undid the little twine above those full breasts and let the cotton dress slide to her ankles. She was over the side in a flash. Oh God, the best looking woman on the island was about to become shark food. I couldn't bear to watch but I also couldn't stand there helplessly as she swam carefree across the deep blue. I did my best racing dive and caught her ten feet from the boat. "Go back now," I commanded. She stopped and looked at me with surprise and then quickly reached out to take my hand. With a little tug she drew me to her and laughingly placed a warm kiss on my neck, "Mmmmmmmm.... let's do it here." She was crazy, that woman. She melted my fear and replaced it with a longing so strong that it took my breath away. My heart raced with delirious amazement. I felt her hand go deep into my shorts and encircle me with smoothness. Then she began to swim a lazy, one-arm sidestroke toward the boat. By the time we reached it I was rock hard and gasping. She pulled her self up onto the platform on the stern and motioned me to her. Between her spread legs I eased upward and then fell forward onto her. She quickly pulled the shorts away and pulled me forward, her hand guiding me roughly into her. This was beyond my dreams. Expectations? They couldn't have exceeded this. Khaline, what did that mean? She clenched me to her with those powerful legs and ground her hips to mine. Her hair was wild, wrapping around us like a web of love. Before long, driving madly into her I reached deeply into that blond mass and pulled upward to increase the pressure. I felt her give way and her hips shivered with delight. Her eyes were full of dreams and as I came down on her for the last time she groaned, "Oh Lisa......" Lisa? What the..... LISA!!! Stay tuned....... yours truly, bh -- Mail rec.arts.erotica submissions to erotica@telly.on.ca. Most software will automatically mail your postings to that address.