Alan and Melissa arrived at the Marina after dark. As they walked down to her boat, she noticed that the wind was no longer blowing. "I'm not sure there's enough wind to go out Alan."

"Hey are your shoes black on the bottom?" She asked as she moved on the boat. She was already carrying her sandals.

"Why?" Alan inquired as he tilted his foot up.

'Because, they'll leave marks on the deck."

"I see. I'll take them off." He slipped out of shoes and socks and left them on the pier.

Melissa unlocked the companionway into the cabin, reached in and removed two pieces of string. She held them in the air trying to determine if there was enough wind to sail. The strings remain flat indicating no wind. She looked over at Alan and shrugged --no wind.

"Well, we can't control Mother Nature. How about we find a bar and get a drink?" He offered.

"I've got some wine inside and it's cool tonight. Let's stay here and enjoy the moonlight."

"I'd like that. A slight smile crossed his face as he moved toward her. "Can I help?"

"No, I've got it." She purposely allowed her shoulder to rub against his chest as she moved past him. She leaned into the cabin, and he caught the scent of her perfume. When she turned around, Melissa noticed that Alan was watching her. She'd never had an astronaut before and the thought of having him pleased her. And she knew she would have him.

"Let's move up to the bow." They crawled from the cockpit to the bow. Melissa raised her short skirt giving Alan a complete view of her tanned legs. When they reached the front of the boat, Alan settled against the jib bag and Melissa leaned against the mast. They were face to face sitting in the moonlight. There was a growing attraction developing between them. As they talked about their respective lives, their feet accidentally touched. They smiled at each other, their feet touching again, this time on purpose.

"Melissa, how about we take a drive over to the condo? I need to pick up the rental car for tomorrow." Alan was lying, the rental car was already at the condo. The rental car company dropped it off earlier, he'd checked from Helena's. He just wanted to get her alone, inside. They had progressed from rubbing feet to rubbing legs. Each time Melissa lift her leg, she gave Alan a chance to look further up her skirt. She knew exactly what she was doing and knew it was having the desired effect.

"That would be great. Then we can take Helena's car back." She moved to sit next to him on the bow. Alan could feel the heat radiating from her body. He felt an intense desire to kiss her hard on the mouth, but held back. Then to his surprise, she moved from beside him and straddled his legs. She lowered herself to sit on his lap. With smoldering eyes, she looked first at his face then at his crotch. There was no mistaking what she wanted, it was him. He slipped his arms around her waist, as she ran her hands down his chest. It was quiet at the marina tonight, but at this point, Alan didn't care if there was an entire regiment of marines watching them.

Mel could see the hair from his chest peaking out the top of his polo shirt and she was intrigued. He moved to rub her back making slow circles with his fingers. She leaned forward and their lips met in a searing kiss. She liked the way he tasted. She had long found that was a good indication of whether a man would be good with her or not. Alan tasted wonderful.

Alan moved his hands under the edge of her skirt and rubbed the soft skin of her upper thighs with this fingertips. She moaned slightly and shifted so that more of her body pressed against his. He nuzzled her neck. Until this moment he really hadn't believed the story John had told him about her sister. Meeting her that day, spending an incredible weekend in her apartment, but if Helena was half as hot as Melissa seemed... He quickly quit thinking about John. Melissa was hot, and ready and he wanted to get her to the condo in the worst way. Those legs of hers seemed to go on forever. He had begun to wonder if she had on underwear at all, a thought that kept his attention and strengthened his arousal. He had just found the lace of her thong, high on her hips when she pulled back. She reached and pushed Alan's hands from under her skirt without lifting them from her legs. She was smiling and so was he.

They managed to contain themselves long enough to return Helena's car and pick up the rental. The rental car was a sleek two-seat sports car. While they were driving, Melissa watched Alan. She was very attracted to him and could sense that he felt the same about her. She turned slightly in the seat so that she could face him. He sensed her watching him and twisted in the seat like that there was a good deal of inner thigh showing. When he stopped for a red light, he leaned over and kissed her. The kiss felt good, it lasted until the car behind them starting honking letting them know that the light had changed to green. Melissa moved his hand from the gearshift to her thigh and he stroked its silky smoothness as he floored the little car. Now this was driving.

They arrived at the beach condo shortly before eleven. The condo had two bedrooms, one on each side of the living room. It was tastefully decorated in manly hues of navy, maroon, and forest green. Instead of a wall around the living area, there were multiple sliding glass doors that during the day provided a picturesque view of the beach. A balcony ran the length of the condo, giving every room it's own private patio. There was a dining area and a small kitchen attached to the main room. Alan took the larger of the two bedrooms. Melissa walked around while Alan stored his gear. The bathroom attached to his bedroom had one of those huge square shaped showers. Through the glass doors she could see two shower heads and white tile walls. As she stood looking at the shower, Alan came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"What are you thinking?" he mused in her ear.

"I'm thinking I might like to take a shower" she offered seductively.

Alan reached in the shower, turning both spigots on. Then he lowered the lights in the bathroom using the dimmer switch by the door. Melissa caught him as he turned, planting a searing kiss on his lips. She stepped away from him, reaching up to unbutton her dress. It fell to the floor in a circle around her feet. Alan stood admiring her firm fit body. No tan lines there. He quickly fantasized about rubbing tanning lotion on her while she sun bathed, and wondered where she did it. A secluded beach? The balcony of a condo like this one?

Melissa knew he was admiring her and she turned around slowly giving him the 360 degree view. When she turned back around he had discarded his shirt. She smiled and ran her hands up and down his chest, enjoying the feel of the hair on her fingers. He pulled her to him, pressing his body against hers. Teasing him, she slipped off those red lacy panties he had worked so hard to find on the boat, and stepped into the shower. She pressed her body against the glass as he stood outside the shower. Alan quickly shucked the rest of his clothing and joined her.

The water was warm on their bodies as Melissa stood with her back against Alan's chest She raised her arms, resting them on his shoulders. Alan started at her stomach with soapy hands moving up and down from her waist to her breast. "Oh, yes," she said when his hands touched her breasts. He was kissing her ears as he worked his hands and she could tell by his breathing that he was as turned on as she was. She turned to face him, and they kissed again. Touching him with her own soapy hands produced a moan from Alan. She knelt down in the shower and looked up at him. He leaned against the wall for support as she pleasured him from below.

Melissa opened the shower door and Alan followed her out. Neither bothered to turn off the shower. Alan lifted her onto the bathroom counter, Melissa pulled him against her and inside her. As the rhythmic sounds of the water hitting the tile sounded in the background, Alan brought Melissa to her first orgasm. They stopped momentarily for Melissa to catch her breath. She looked at Alan, her eyes filled with desire. Alan seized the moment. He lifted her off the counter and carried to the bed, placing her gently on the green comforter. He kissed her breasts, her stomach, her inner thigh. She moaned loudly and twisted beneath his ministrations.

Melissa rolled over on her side and pushed Alan flat on the mattress. She straddled him, taking all of him inside her, as she whispered in his ear, "your turn." Holding his hands above his head so that he was totally at her mercy, she moved against his body until he reached his peak. She enjoyed the control she had over him.

Melissa crawled off Alan and headed back to the shower. Alan lay on the bed exhausted. He stretched luxuriously, regretting the fact that he had to work in the morning. More of Melissa would be quite tasty and she certainly seemed quite willing. He'd been grumbling about these frequent flights to Florida, but this could certainly put things in a different light.

The water in the shower ceased running and Melissa emerged from the bathroom already dressed. She strolled over to Alan giving him a quick kiss.

"Where are you going?" he asked puzzled.

"I'm headed back to my boat" She casually remarked as she headed out the door.

"But what about...us... this." he sat up on the bed.

She walked back over to the bed and kissed him on the forehead. "It was great. If you're ever in Vero Beach, give me a call. Maybe we can do this again" Melissa turned and headed though the den to the front door.

Alan rushed to follow her. He's never been in this position before although he'd been in Melissa's. "I thought we were going sailing?"

Melissa opened the door, winked at him and said "Maybe another time." Then she was gone. Leaving Alan all alone and wondering how she'd get back to her boat.