To: Mel
From Spacejock
Hey Mel:
Hope I can catch up with you this weekend. I'll be at the Coastal on Wednesday-Sunday. Let me know if you're free. Would love to "sail" again.
A
To: Spacejock
From: Mel
Well flyboy, You know I do love to "sail". I'll meet you Saturday a.m. at Coastal. Bring something brief to wear.
M
Mel knocked on Alan's door about 9:30 on Saturday morning. He opened the door to find her attired in white shorts and a light pink but tasteful tank top and sandals.
"Well hello there." He said with a smile with his hand on the edge of the door.
"Hi. Ready?" She said assessing him in his shorts and tank top.
"Just finishing my packing." He said closing the door behind her. "I won't be long."
Alan moved over to the bed as she moved about the room, watching him as he finished packing his few items.
"See, I pack quick." He said turning to her.
She moved over to him. "We'll see just how quick you are." She said placing her finger under his chin, a slight smile on her face.
Alan gave her his most charming smile and reached for his bag as she turned for the door.
They took a cab to the nearby marina.
"So, where are we off to?" Alan asked.
"I thought we'd go down to my place." She said, her hair blowing in the wind of the open window of the cab.
Alan moved his arm behind her as they drove.
They arrived quickly at the boat slip. Alan remembered the craft a twenty-five foot Catalina, Wind Seeker. She was a beauty, just like her owner.
Mel wasted no time in preparing the boat for their departure and Alan stored his gear below.
Mel was at work on the rigging when he reappeared. "What can I do?" He called to her.
"Start the engine and untie the stern line." She replied.
Alan moved over the wheel of the craft and found the key. He smiled as the engine came to life. He noticed she had moved to the bow and he turned to untie the stern line that held them. Mel moved down the starboard side of the boat to console. She jumped down beside him and turned for the wheel.
He watched as she put the engine in reverse and guided the craft from the slip. She turned the boat to move from the marina and into the open water.
As they passed the final buoy for the open water, Melissa raised the sails. Alan helped where he could, although it had been more than a few years since he had been a deck hand.
They moved back to the console area as the sails filled in the breeze. Mel smiled as she looked up at the taunt sails; she enjoyed the power they represented. The boat began picking up speed as Mel took the wheel. It was obvious that she enjoyed taking control of the craft. He stretched out on the cushions behind her and enjoyed the speed of the boat. Almost as good as flying, he thought.
Mel turned to look at Alan and gave him a smile. "Isn't it wonderful." She called to him.
He moved from his seat to stand behind her. "So do you do this often?" He said putting his mouth next to her ear.
She turned to him and met his lips with hers. "As often as I can." She said parting from him.
Alan smiled and slipped his arms around her waist. He stood holding her as she guided the boat with the wind. She relaxed against him. He held her for a long time, enjoying the feel of the wind in his face and power of the boat underneath him.
She moved forward slightly and pressed a switch on the control panel. Then turned to face him, moving her arms around his neck.
"Hey, don't you need to steer." He exclaimed, grabbing the wheel.
"Auto-pilot." She said kissing him.
Alan responded to her kiss and pulled her to him.
They parted and he looked at her. "Why do you have an auto-pilot?" He asked.
She looked into his eyes. "Because I enjoying sailing alone. Makes things easier."
He nodded his head, looking at the compass, watching the boat move through the water. It didn't waver off course.
Melissa watched him, the engineer in him taking over, assessing the situation. She took his hand and pulled him toward the cushions.
"So what are you up to at the Cape?" She asked, settling him beside her.
"I've been working going through Victor Bergman's lab at the Cape, gathering together his data on the Meta Probe."
"That was Helena's friend, Victor?"
"John's too," He continued, "he was in charge of the design and had even discovered Meta. John asked me to go through his things here, notes, files things like that." It had been a depressing three days, but he had quickly agreed to do it. John had enough other things to worry about. Besides, it had given him the excuse to call Melissa.
"John and Helena were both pretty upset about his death."
"I know. Victor was a great man. That kind of brilliance doesn't happen often. I learned a lot from him."
"So you must be a good pilot." She stated.
"Yeah, I am." He said.
She looked over her sunglasses at him, "Modest too."
"I didn't mean it to sound that way. It's just something I love and have loved just about all my life and I am good at it."
"Helena said you were pretty good or at least John thinks so." She admitted.
"Been checking up on me, have you?" He said moving his arms around her and pulling her against him.
"I don't just take anyone sailing with me."
"I hope not." He said kissing her cheek.
She settled back against him and watched the sails.
"How long is it to your place?" He asked.
"With this wind, about 3 more hours."
"So John thinks I'm a good pilot, huh."
"That's what Helena said. Have you known him long?" She moved away from him moved to sit in front of him Indian style. She was interested in this man that her twin seemed to have fallen for.
"Who John? Forever. We meet when we where at the Air Force Academy. He was a year ahead of me. Gave me holy hell in the simulator." Alan laughed lightly as he remembered his college years.
"He would deliberately program the damn thing to malfunction when it was my time and then let me work it out in flight."
She smiled as she watched him talking about their time together.
"Is John a good pilot too?" She asked.
"Yeah, the best."
"How did you get to the Air Force Academy?"
"My dad was a pilot, commercial. He had learned to fly in Oz and I had really grown up with it but had never caught the bug. Dad never romanticized it, but he did enjoy it. I met a pilot at a career day at my school and he made it sound like so much fun that I went to the airport the next day and signed up for lessons. I fell in love with it. Anyway, I got my pilot's license when I was sixteen. Dad understood the feeling and supported me. Mom was a bit hesitant; saying that one daredevil in the family was enough. She finally gave in though."
Mel listened to him and reached for his hand as he rested it on his knee.
"You get along well with your parents?"
"Yeah, but I don't see them much. They moved back to Australia when Dad retired. We email." He shrugged.
She squeezed his hand and brought the discussion back to him before she had the need to share any information about her own parents. "So what happened after the Air Force Academy?" She asked.
"John got his commission and went off to flight training. I kept up with him through email and such. I figured he was pretty well connected so, might as well have a friend somewhere to help me out. When his folks died, he was kinda adopted by Victor and he helped him along with his career first in the Air Force then with the Space Commission."
"And now, you're working with Victor." She said.
"Yeah, well we both are, really." He corrected.
"Why didn't John come with you this time? I'm sure Helena would have enjoyed a visit." She said with a smile.
"He's still in Houston, working out some details, which of course I can't talk about."
"Boys and their secrets." She said. "It's all right, it's all kind of lost on me anyway."
"I wouldn't think so, the way you handle this boat." He said.
"Oh, but this is fun. Yours sounds like work."
"Not hardly. I think you'd enjoy it as much as sailing, if you tried it."
"I would, would I?" She said rubbing her hand on his knee. "You'll have to show me sometime, flyboy."
She stood and returned to the wheel to check their progress.
He joined her at the wheel and noticed her shoulders were just beginning to become pink.
"Where's the sunscreen? I think you could use some." He said kissing her shoulder.
"Down below in the cabinet to the right of the sink."
Alan went below and found the lotion. He returned and began slowly massaging it into her exposed skin.
"Mmm. That is wonderful, Alan. You may make a good hand after all." She said enjoying his touch.
"You be surprised at how good a hand I really am."
"Is that a promise?" She asked leaning against him.
"Mmhuh." He acknowledged with a smile and kissed her ear.
She laughed lightly at him, cutting her eyes at him.
She continued to sail the boat as Alan lathered himself and sat behind, enjoying the view as he said.
Melissa had made sandwiches for them and they were stored below in the ice chest along with some beer.
She reset the auto-pilot and went below for the provisions.
They picnicked on the console of the boat. Melissa trimmed the sails to slow their approach to Vero Beach. She was in no hurry to end the day; she enjoyed Alan's company.
They arrived in Vero Beach as the sun began to set and tried up at the marina in front of her condo and they were headed to her place.
Her condo was on the twenty-fifth floor of a high-rise and was white throughout the majority of the rooms. The windows had no coverings and provided an excellent view of the marina and coastline.
She showed Alan through the rooms. The entry led to a large main room that looked west toward the city and tucked in the side of the wall was a built-in bookshelf that housed her computer and desk.
She swept her hand across the area. "My office."
"That's it?" He said, incredulous.
"That's all I need. Give me a laptop and I can get you anywhere in the world." She said, boasting, just a bit.
"I'm impressed. Helena said you were successful, but this place is just terrific."
"Well I like it, Helena thinks it's a bit austere, but it suits me."
She led him into her bedroom. "This it what really sold me on the place, the view is the best on the coast."
Alan looked out the large picture window. It was true, you could see well down the coast. He spotted a number of sailboats moving across the open water.
He looked down at the marina and all the moored vessels. He saw the restaurant at the marina. "How's the marina restaurant?" He asked.
"Very good, a little pricey and they don't allow shorts in the main dining room."
"Shall we?" Alan suggested.
"Sure, let me have a quick shower first, rinse the ocean off."
Alan nodded as she moved into the bathroom. She left the door just slightly ajar, enticing him. He crossed back to the foyer and picked up his bag from the floor. He returned to the bedroom and placed his bag on the bed. It was covered with a white eyelet lace bedspread and had four large overstuffed pillows at the head of the bed.
In the corner near the window was an antique wicker pedestal rocker. It faced the window, so one could enjoy the view.
He pulled his khakis from the bag and unfurled them. He heard the water stop in the bath. He pulled off his tank top and pulled a navy blue polo shirt and khaki jacket from his bag.
Melissa emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a pink short bathrobe. "I thought you might want a turn."
Alan gave her a grin. "Yeah, thanks."
He stripped off his shorts and moved into the bathroom. It was a large room with a garden tub and two large closets on either side. She had hung a fresh towel for him on a hook next to the shower curtain.
He stepped into the tub and turned on the water. The water was warm and he sighed. It was going to a good weekend.
He quickly stepped from the shower and toweled himself dry. He pulled the towel around his waist and stepped from the tub. Mel was picking a dress from the closet.
"That was quick." She said turning to him.
"Didn't want to keep you waiting."
She moved to him and moved her hands up his chest. Her fingers moving through the abundant hair of his chest.
"Mmm, I missed that." She said reaching to kiss him.
Alan pulled her close as they kissed.
She pulled away from him. "We should eat first." As she felt him responding to her.
Alan smiled and shook his head. "Dinner it is."
She moved back to the closet and pulled a pink one-piece sleeveless short dress from the closet. He returned to bedroom to dress.
He grabbed his shaving kit from his bag and walked back into the bathroom, where Mel was pulling a pair of shoes from her closet. She dropped a shoe and reached to pick it up and Alan noticed that her dress moved up to reveal that she was not wearing anything underneath it. He smiled to himself and laid his shaving kit on the counter.
She turned just as he slipped out the door, back to the bedroom.
He slipped on his pants, sans his own undergarment. He pulled on his shirt as she joined him in the room.
"All ready?" She asked.
He picked up his jacket and moved to her. "I'm all yours." He said with a grin.
She returned his smile and leaned to him, brushing his lips lightly with hers. "I counting on that."
He slipped his arm around her waist and confirmed what he had seen earlier.
They left the condo and took the short walk to the marina restaurant. They requested a table on the patio so they could watch the sunset.
They were seated near the railing so they could watch the water. The waiter was at their table immediately.
"Good evening, folks. My name is Robert, may I get you something from the bar?"
Alan looked at Melissa, "Margaritas?" He asked.
She smiled and nodded.
"Two margaritas, mate, for me and my lady." Alan said to the waiter.
Robert nodded and moved off.
Alan picked up his menu and had a look. "What do you recommend?" He asked looking over the top of the menu.
"I like the seafood casserole."
"Sounds perfect." He said putting the menu down.
Alan looked out at the water. "I think I could get used to this."
"Do you?" She asked leaning forward, moving her foot against his leg under the table.
He looked at her and returned her gaze. "Yep, I like the view."
He took her hand across the table. "How long have you lived down here?"
"I moved down not long after Helena took a position at the Medical Center. She thought it'd be good for me." She said.
"Good for you?"
"She's always worries about me." She laughed.
"So you're close."
"As much as you can be these days."
Robert returned with their drinks and set them on the table.
"Ready to order?" He asked.
"Let's start with some stuffed mushrooms." Alan said.
"Very good, sir." Robert said leaving them.
Alan smiled across the table at Melissa. "I hope you like mushrooms."
"I do."
The sun set in the western sky, casting a warm glow on the patio. As it was Saturday night, a band was setting up on the bandstand and the number of patrons was growing.
"So what made you become a travel agent?" He asked.
"Well, I didn't exactly excel in college and I do love to travel, so it just kinda happened." She said with a flip of her wrist.
"You're obviously successful, I mean the boat alone..."
"I've done well, I have a number of regular clients and the referrals are great."
"Why don't you have an office?"
"I do, you saw it."
"That's all you need?"
"Mmm huh." She nodded, sipping her drink.
"I can get you anywhere with a few keystrokes," she leaned toward him again, "where would you like to go?"
Alan grinned broadly, "oh, I can think of a place or two."
She smiled seductively, "I bet you can."
Robert returned with their table with the mushrooms and set them on the table between them.
Alan's eyes briefly left Melissa's with Robert quick return and departure.
"He always shows up at the wrong time, doesn't he." Alan said with a chuckle.
Mel shook her head and speared one of the stuffed mushrooms with her fork and placed it on her plate.
Alan followed her lead and took one as well.
They began their dinner and Robert returned to take their order.
"What may I get you?" He asked.
"Seafood casserole and Caesar salad." Melissa said.
"Same for me, mate."
Robert nodded and wrote down the order. "Would you care for wine?"
"Let's have your best chardonnay, mate." Alan said.
"Thank you, sir."
Robert left them again.
"Now, where were we? Alan said.
"I think you were telling me where you wanted to go." She said softly.
"Oh, I think I can come up with something," He said. "Come on." He took her hand from the table.
He led her to the dance floor inside the restaurant. He took her in his arms and they moved slowly around the floor. Alan held her close as they moved together.
Mel watched his playful eyes as they danced.
The song ended and they returned to their table, finding the wine already poured for them.
Alan picked up his glass and held it over the candle in the middle of the table. Mel followed him and he touched his glass to hers.
"May this be the first of our many voyages together." He said.
She smiled at him, "Nicely put, " She said taking a sip.
Alan smiled at her.
"So you are a successful world travel agent, any place you haven't been?" He asked.
"One."
"Where's that?"
She pointed to the crescent moon that appeared in the sky.
"Oh." He said, surprised.
"What's it like?" She asked, cupping her chin in her hand.
"Incredible. That's the only word to describe it. To think you can stand on the moon and look at this big blue and white ball. It takes your breath away."
"Maybe one day, if Helena gets her position up there, I could visit."
"Maybe we could be there together. I could teach you some things about space."
"Like what?" She said softly.
"About what zero-g is like."
"Sounds interesting."
"It is." He said with a sly grin.
She looked at him coyly. "Do you think Helena will get the position she wants?"
"Depends on what the politicians say."
"Politicians?"
"They are what keeps Alpha alive."
"I don't like politicians." She said flatly.
"Neither do I, but I have had to learn to play the game."
"That's all it is isn't it, a game." She stated.
"Yeah, and an expensive one."
They each took a sip of wine, neither liked where the conversation was going.
"Mel, tell me about your family. Helena has mentioned your dad, but not much else..."
"Dear old dad, now there's a story."
Alan watched her intrigued.
"Dad is a doctor. A researcher for a pharmaceutical company. He and Mom have been married 40 years and are totally devoted to each other. Dad and I are a lot alike, probably explains why we don't get along. Cake is his favorite..."
"Cake?" He inquired.
Mel laughed lightly, knowing she was caught. "Helena's nickname. She was cupcake and I was...oh never mind." She said, shaking her head.
Alan laughed. "And you're the rebel." He interjected.
"You catch on fast."
He gave her a nod.
"He's a pretty demanding man, never has approved of what I do. Of course, Helena followed in his footsteps, the perfect daughter."
Alan watched her as she talked.
"Anyway, I think Dad has introduced us to every eligible doctor he knows trying to find us husbands. Helena, of course, married Lee, of whom he did not approve."
"Why?"
"Because he was an astronaut."
"He doesn't like astronauts." He said flatly.
"No, he doesn't." She responded.
"And now that both you and Helena are seeing astronauts, you will both be in disfavor with him."
"Well, I kinda stay there. Helena will work something out with him, she always does."
Alan took a sip of wine. "What was Lee Russell like? I didn't know him."
"Lee? I thought he was pretty great at the beginning. He and Helena met when she was doing her medical residency. She and I roomed together in college. I tried to get her to have some fun, but Helena is basically shy. When she met Lee, it was really her first true romance, she'd dated a few men, but I think Lee swept her off her feet."
Robert appeared again with the dinners and refilled their wineglasses.
Alan tasted his casserole. "Good choice." He said.
"It usually is."
"So Lee and Helena were married, even though your Dad disapproved?"
Mel nodded as she took a bite of her salad. "Helena, can wrap Dad around her finger when she wants to."
"So what happened?" He asked between bites.
"Helena followed her husband. She lived in Houston and at the Cape during his training for the Jupiter mission. It was actually good for her career, because of her interest in space medicine."
"But..." He said.
"We came to find out the Lee was not exactly a faithful husband. He believed that astronauts had a code and he upheld it."
"I see." Alan said knowingly. "Did Helena know?"
"She found out for sure after he disappeared. The media saw to that."
"Vultures."
"That's putting it nicely."
"Anyway, Dad found out before Lee left, so he does not have a high opinion of astronauts."
"I'll have to try and improve his opinion."
She gave him a doubtful look across her wineglass.
"I can be very charming." He said in response to the look.
"How well I know."
He smiled at her.
Robert reappeared at their table. "Everything all right here?" He asked.
"Fine, I think you can bring us the check." Alan said, seeing Mel had finished her meal.
"Very well."
"So, just when did you learn to sail?"
She smiled at the memory. "Just after I moved down here. I met a member of the America's Cup team while they were training here. He taught me." She continued, "In fact, he taught me a number of things." She said seductively.
"Like...?" He asked.
"I think they would be better to demonstrate." She said softly.
"Really." He said appreciatively. His mind went back to what was not underneath her dress.
Robert appeared with the bill and laid it on the table. Alan pulled out his wallet and slipped the appropriate amount into the black folder.
"Thank you, Sir, Miss. Have a pleasant evening." He moved off quickly.
Alan reached her hand over the table. She took it as she rose from the table. He smiled as she stood next to him. He slipped his hand around her waist and led her from the restaurant.
Outside, they walked slowly back to her condo. Alan took her hand as they walked. The stars had appeared and the crescent moon was shining. He looked up, noticing the stars.
She followed his gaze. "Do you miss it?"
He looked over at her. "A bit," he said, "It's such a thrill to fly in space and the stars are so bright. Mel, you'll just have to see it one day." He said squeezing her hand.
"You'll have to show me." She said listening to him.
"I'll be more than happy to."
They approached her building and rode the elevator to the twenty-fifth floor. Alan pulled her to him inside the elevator, his hands moving underneath her dress.
"Mmm. I think I remember this." He said, kissing her.
The doors opened on her floor and they disengaged themselves from one another.
She unlocked the door as he stood behind her. His arms went around her waist and one hand moved between her legs. They went inside. Melissa turned to him as they just inside the door. She kissed him hard and her arms went around his neck. He responded in kind. Her hands pulled his jacket from his shoulders, which fell to the floor with her purse.
They parted and Alan scooped her up and carried her to the white sofa in the main room. He placed her on the cushions and moved above her. He kissed her and her hands unfastened his belt buckle. She pushed his pants from his hips and he moved her dress up. He entered her quickly and began moving against her. She looked up at him and smiled. She kissed him, as they moved together. She moved her legs up to his hips and watched his eyes.
She pulled his shirt over his head as he moved. He moved down to her and found her lips. She pulled on his lips with her teeth. He smiled as he increased the speed of his hips. She leaned back, her hands on his damp shoulders. Her breaths were heavy as she moaned. "Alan." She said huskily looking at him. "You are one good lay."
He closed his eyes and thrust against her hard, releasing inside her, with a deep moan. He stopped his motion and Mel took his hand moved it between them. She showed him what she wanted and he complied, willingly.
He moved his fingers against her and kissed her, her tongue exploring his mouth. Her breath came short as his fingers stimulated her. "Alan, harder."
He increased the pressure and she screamed as the orgasm took her over the edge. He stopped his fingers and removed them. As he was still inside her, he pressed his hips against her and moved to lie against her.
She wrapped her arms around him and held him against her.
"Alan, you are really good."
He kissed the side of her head. "Well darlin, you make it pretty easy."
He pushed himself above her and slipped from her, then rolled to the inside of the sofa.
He looked down at his pants around his ankles. "You didn't even let me get a leg out." He laughed.
Mel looked at him. "Oh, I'm sure you'll do better next time."
"Whenever your ready." He said with a grin.
She wiggled from beside him and stood beside the sofa and unzipped her dress. She moved it from her shoulders and it fell to her feet.
Alan looked up watching her and smiled. "You are beautiful." He said.
He reached down and slipped his pants from his ankles and dropped them beside her dress. She pulled him to stand with her. Her wrapped his arms around her and kissed her.
She took his hand from her waist and led him to the bedroom.
She sat him on the bed and pushed him back as she crawled over him. She ran her hands over his chest and kissed his belly. She knelt between his legs and looked at him. "Maybe I should clean you up first."
His eyebrows raised as she moved from the bed and into the bathroom. He heard the water go on and stop.
She returned with a damp hand towel and returned to kneel between his knees. He watched her as she gently placed the warm towel around his penis and stroked it. She did the same for his balls and inside his thighs. When she was through, she placed the towel between her legs and freshened herself.
She tossed the towel over the edge of the bed and stretched out on top of him, enjoying the feel of his hair against her breasts. He held her to him and smiled against her hair.
"Alan, when will you be back in town again?" She asked, her cheek against his chest.
He stroked her hair. "I'm not sure. It's not a scheduled thing right now."
"You'll call me through." She said looking at him.
"You know I will." He said with a soft smile, moving to touch her lips with his.
She parted from him and gave him a knowing smile then began to trail kisses down his torso. When she reached his belly, she could see that he was responding to her. He was getting hard. He pulled a pillow behind his head and watched her. She moved between his legs and kissed his growing organ.
"Well fly-boy, you certainly are above average." She said taking his penis in her hand.
Alan grinned.
She kissed the tip and moved her tongue over it.
Alan swallowed as he watched her.
She took him inside her mouth and began a gentle motion against him. Alan closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation she was creating for him.
He became fully erect quickly as she caressed his balls. She released him and moved him inside her as she straddled him. She placed her hands on his shoulders as she began to move against him. Her movements were strong as Alan watched her above him, enjoying herself as she was in control. He reached up and played with her nipples, bringing a moan from her lips. She was close now.
"Oh yes." She called as she rode him. "Yes!"
Alan felt his release coming and moved his hands to her hips. He moved his hips with her as he came inside her again. "Alan!" She screamed as her hands grabbed his shoulders.
She felt his warm fluid inside her as she continued to ride him, breathing hard.
Slowly she stopped her motion and sat back on his hips, him still inside her. She looked down at him, his chest hair matted from where she laid against him.
He watched her eyes as she just waited. "You going to let me go?" He asked with a slight smile.
"In a minute." She said.
She very slowly moved back toward his knees and he came from her, bringing a smile to her lips.
"I like that part," She said, lying on top of him again, "feeling you pull out of me."
"I like being inside you." He said.
"So I can tell."
He wrapped his arms around her and held her until they drifted to sleep.
During the night, Mel got up to use the bathroom and brush her teeth.
Alan woke and found Mel fast asleep beside him. He looked at her sleeping face, so peaceful and beautiful. He thought about waking her, but decided on fixing coffee instead.
After a quick visit to the bathroom, he went to the kitchen and made coffee and found two cups. When he returned to the bedroom, she was propped up in bed, waiting for him.
"Room service." He said handing her a cup as he kissed her quickly.
"Thanks."
He propped up next to her and took a sip.
"What time is it?" She asked.
"Eight-thirty."
"We should get an early start, so we'll have the wind." She said reaching for the remote to the TV.
She turned on the weather channel to check the forecast. The weather looked like another perfect day for sailing.
"Looks good, guess there's no rush." She said looking over at him.
"Good, I think I'd like a big breakfast, this morning." He said with a smile.
"Hungry are we?" She said setting her coffee cup aside.
She moved to him and took his cup from him and put it aside. "Hungry for what?"
She laid against him and kissed him deeply. His arms went around her and held her. She went to her knees and straddled him again. He reached between her legs and touched her gently, moving his fingers against her. Their eyes never left each other's. He was ready for her as she moved down, taking him inside her. She smiled as he continued to stimulate her and he slowly penetrated her. She took a deep breath as his fingers stroked her and released it slowly, enjoying his touch. He slowly moved his fingers from her and slowly moved his hands to her breasts, caressing them. She began a very slow motion with her hips as he fondled her breasts. She then moved down to lie against him and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her and in one quick motion rolled her onto her back. She laughed as he rolled her over. "My turn." He said.
He pushed himself above her and began an urgent movement of his hips that made her gasp. "Come on Alan. I'm ready for you."
Alan moved his hands under her hips and pulled him toward him and she wrapped her legs around his waist as they moved forcibly against each other.
He was ready and pushed into her a far as he could and he came with a cry, "Oh, Jesus!"
Mel had leaned her head back as they share their mutual orgasm.
He moved his hands from underneath her and leaned to her, kissing her breasts as he lowered himself to lie against her, letting out a sigh as he did.
She moved her arm around his shoulders. "Good for you too." She stated.
"Yeah." He replied. "Real good."
She smiled as she held him against her.
He looked up from were his face was buried in her hair and looked at her. "You really are something." He said appreciatively.
"You think so?"
He nodded and then very slowly began to pull himself from her, then stopped. She closed her eyes and he withdrew himself completely and rolled onto his back.
She drew moved her hand across his chest and kissed his cheek. "What time is your flight?" She asked.
"Five-thirty."
"Let's get some breakfast and we can have a late lunch back at the Cape, if the wind holds."
"Sounds like a plan."
They didn't linger; they opted for a mutual shower and dressed quickly. Mel in a shorts and a tank top and Alan similarly attired, neither wearing any underwear. Alan thought it was fun and Mel thought it much more practical.
"Next time, be sure to pack your suit, so we can have swim." She said as he packed his clothes.
She told Alan not to shave; she liked the feel of his beard against her cheek.
They drove to a restaurant near her condo in Mel's red convertible. She handled the car as she handled the boat, like a pro.
They had a hardy breakfast and where casting off the boat by eleven o'clock. They made it to the breakwater in no time and had the sails trimmed and were making good time. Mel piloted the boat as Alan watched standing behind her.
"Would you like to steer?" She asked leaning back against him.
"Sure, you can teach me."
"Nothing to it really, just keep the compass two points from North and let the wind do the work."
Alan moved in front of her and took the wheel in hand, as she moved behind him.
She looked up at the sails, then back at him and smiled. "See what'd I tell you."
He returned her smile. "Hey how about a beer?" He said.
"Coming up." She went below and returned quickly with two bottles.
"For our trusty pilot." She said handing him a bottle.
He took the bottle and took a sip, one hand never leaving the wheel.
Mel sat behind him and watched as he concentrated on his task. He looked so serious checking his compass bearing repeatedly.
Soon she thought that he needed to relax, he was concentrating so hard that he wasn't going to enjoy the trip.
She moved behind him and slipped her arms around his waist and kissed his shoulder. "Alan, you're so serious, relax. You're not in an Eagle. You have plenty of room to work with."
"I guess it's a habit, trying to keep everything right on course."
"It's okay," her hands went to the zipper of his shorts, "here maybe I can help you relax a bit."
She reached inside his shorts and pulled his penis from inside. She began stroking him, which brought him erect quickly. She knelt down beside him and he turned sideways so that he could continue to steer while she helped him relax, as she had said.
He looked down as she kissed the tip of his penis and then took it in her mouth, sucking on it. He sighed as she continued playing with him. She looked up at him as she moved back and forth with him held tightly. He took a deep breath as she continued her motion. He tightened his grasped on the wheel as he released his white fluid in her mouth. She stopped and grabbed a nearby towel. She wiped her mouth and handed him the towel, so he could clean up.
She stood and looked at the compass, he was two degrees off course. She smiled and nodded toward the compass. "What'd I tell you." She said as she went below.
Alan shook his head and corrected his course.
He wiped himself off and zipped up his shorts.
She reappeared a few minutes later, freshened up.
She moved beside and he kissed her. "Thanks, maybe you'd better take it from here, the wind is turning a bit I think."
She looked up at the sails and at her instruments, he was right. She corrected their course and continued back to the Cape.
It was a quiet trip; they just enjoyed being with each other, neither wanting to admit how strongly they were attracted to one another.
They made it back to the Cape around three-thirty. After they moored the boat, he took her to lunch at a nearby café.
When their order came, Alan reached for her hand across the table. "Mel, I have really had a good time this weekend. I hope we can do it again." He said.
"You said you didn't know when you'd be back."
"I know, but I will call, if you'd like me too."
"I would like that very much. I told you, you were above-average."
Alan smiled remembering her earlier comment. "So you did."
They finished their light lunch and he dropped her off back at the boat.
They stood beside the craft and he pulled her into his arms for a long kiss. "You sure you'll be all right going back this afternoon? Maybe you should wait till morning." He said.
"No, there's plenty of daylight and the wind is good, I'll be fine." She said, not wanting to leave his arms.
"You be careful, I want to be able to do this again."
"I'm used to sailing alone, Alan. Don't worry."
He kissed her again and she pulled away from him and stepped onto the boat. She started the engine and he untied the bowline as she untied the stern.
She put the engine in reverse and the boat slowly moved back out into the channel. He stood watching her go. She turned and gave him a wave, then turned her attention to her task.
He picked up his bag and started back for the condo, he still had to change and a plane to catch. He whistled as he walked, it had been a good weekend.
THE END
Dorothy Burton
February, 2000