Sunday

I pulled into the marina as the last vestiges of sunlight splayed out across the horizon. My muscles ached from a long day on the ocean and I longed for a cool drink. I tethered the lines and grabbed my gear and headed for the pub across the street.

The crowd was the usual commuter lushes with their briefcases and maybe just another one attitude, never counting the stemware as it piles up behind the bar...and o excuse me, is this seat taken, do you mind if I sit here, kind of stares.

I grabbed a small table near the back and listened as the piano player plinked the ivories, nodding to him. He smiled back and rolled his eyes at the loud obnoxious man in the tweed suit spilling cognac as he staggered to the bathroom.

There were people milling about in front of the bar, laughing and talking boisterously loud. I heard a womyns voice saying she would take that bet and then more laugher filled the streets. The crowd outside squeezed into the narrow doorway and I watched over the heads as space became more utilized in the small lounge.

I tossed the beer back, swallowing the last bit when the familiar voice of Graham came around the corner. He asked me if I wanted to join his party. He told me he had someone very special he wanted me to meet. I wasn't exactly looking very spiffy having been on the water since before 6 am, but he insisted.

I stowed my gear behind the bar, tossing Brian a five spot to watch it, and then headed towards the tables in the front.

Graham Porter was yachtsman that I knew from the club and he and I had raced on occasion over the years. He had been married and divorced more times than I had ever gotten drunk in my life and he bragged about every womyn he had ever scored with. He wasn't a big braggart in the sense that he wanted you to know who he scored with, just the fact that at age 50 he was still scoring big.

He was a ruddy complexioned guy about 6ft 4," sandy gray hair, the bluest eyes you had ever seen on a guy without contacts. He was a stocky build and he ran everyday to keep himself trim. I imagined that he was about to introduce me to his latest mistress, when he whipped around, putting his arm across my shoulders and said, "Darling, I want you to meet Kay Pastorini, she and I are going to be married next month and I want you to be there...and maybe do some of your fancy cooking."

Now was that an invite to..ok, first meet the little womyn, then maybe come to the wedding, or maybe work at the wedding? HMMM..didnt know quite how to take it, when all of a sudden this womyn with long red hair turned fully around in her chair and said to me, "Hi there Cary, I'm Kay" She was gorgeous and when the words came out of her mouth, they floated from her lips to my ears. It was as if I was dazed for a moment and then I felt her hand touch mine. I smiled at her and said hello, the words barely leaving my mouth.

She moved over in her seat and offered me the lip of the chair. Graham motioned for the waitress to bring another round and I said hello to the rest of the gang. They had all been out sailing on Grahams motoryacht, having spent most of the day on the southside. They had moored close to Princeton-By-The-Sea and had used a dinghy to go ashore for lunch. I mentioned that the Crab Cottage had been my most favorite place in the 70s and had missed it since it had closed and made way for a motel. Kay joked that a motel might even be better for lunch and everyone laughed. I felt myself flush, from her double entendre and from the closeness of sitting so near.

When the conversation turned to sports, and the men were all raising their voices, she asked me where I lived, was it in town. I told her I kept a place close to the club, but that my home was in Sonoma. She remarked that she loved the wine country and I should invite her up sometime. Again I blushed, and agreed that it would be nice for her to come and visit. And then I added, maybe after the wedding she and Graham could be my guests. To which she replied, "I was thinking of coming to visit you alone."

Well, that clinched it. I told her it was great meeting her and said good-bye to my yachting chums and gave Graham a hug and bid them all farewell. I grabbed my stow from the barkeep and headed out towards the parking lot. I waved hello to the attendant and threw him a pack of smokes I picked up in the bars vending machine.

The attendant, Stu, let me park in the lot for free, and I in turn would buy him little sundry items. It was a small trade, and it worked well for us. I put the top down on the roadster and threw my stuff in the trunk. I turned on the CD and cranked it up. The heavy bass from Buddy Miles' Them Changes came blaring out of my Bose speakers. I adjusted my mirrors and was just about to take off, when Kay hopped into the seat over the door frame. She startled me. I stalled the engine and looked at her and asked what was up.

She told me she felt like going for a ride, would I take her. I asked her what about Graham and she said she told him she would see him later, she had some things to do.

I told her I was tired and was heading home for a shower. She said that sounded lovely and could she come along. I told her I wasn't in the entertaining mode and she said she just wanted to go for a ride. I started to suggest another day when out came the most beautiful pouting lip. I said, "O. OK. a small ride"

I grabbed my bag from underneath her ass, she helped by standing up partly on her legs creating space for me to pull it out.

I noticed that her legs were long and tanned. The shorts she wore were that spandex material that helped to sculpt already beautiful legs. She was wearing a small tube top that accentuated her healthy bustline. She must have seen me admiring because she opened her legs wider and kicked back into the seat.

I immediately looked forward and drove off waving to Stu who whistled a long wolf howl. I drove up towards Belvedere and then back down towards the lagoon. When it was evident that I wasn't leaving the small town, she asked if I could take her to my place where she could shower having been on the water all day. I asked her if she wouldn't rather I take her to Grahams' house and she said she didn't want to go there just yet.

OK, so I drove out of Tiburon, with my buddy's' girl sitting next to me. She loved the music and started moving in her seat to the tempo. She asked me who it was and I told her and she was still in the dark, but enjoyed it just the same.

The night had formed into a silvery hush with purple and pink swirls cushioned together and the sounds of mocking birds in the tall cypress trees gave the air a mysterious hum all its own. I pulled into the carport and turned off the engine and went around the car and opened her door for her. I don't why, it just seemed like the thing to do. I told her to watch her step, that I had been laying new bricks and it wasn't finished yet. She said OK and grabbed my hand as we descended the stepping stones. I turned on the porch light and called out to Jasper as I opened the door.

He was sitting on the leather couch as we entered and wagged his tail and plopped right back down. I went over and scratched his muzzle and gave him a kiss on his brow. He yawned and sniffed Kay as she stooped to pet him. I introduced them. She said he was cute but didn't expect me to have a Basset. I told her quickly how I had acquired him, she laughed and said it was sweet.

I asked her if she wanted a drink and she asked me if I had any whiskey. I showed her to the bar and told her to help herself, I really needed a shower. While I undressed, I asked her how she met Graham. She told me he was a friend of her dads and that they had only just met that day and that she really had no intention of ever marrying him, it had all just been a big joke.

I had my shirt off and my pants undone when I whipped around the corner and asked her incredulously, "Serious?"

And she said that it was all just a joke. I told her I didn't think Graham was joking about it when he made the announcement in the bar, that I thought he was very serious about her. She said it was preposterous and she would set him straight. And then I mumbled something about 'never being able to even think straight.' She heard me and laughed and again I felt as it moved into me. Her sounds, her words....whoa....gotta stop.

I turned on the water and let it warm abit., brushed my teeth and stepped into the shower. The pelting drops felt good on my tired body and I leaned up against the wall and let the steady stream wash over me. I could see thru the shower doors that she had made her way into the bathroom. I could see her taking her tube top off, then her shorts. I watched in slow motion as she made her way to the shower and slowly pulled the glassed doors back...

I held out my hand and helped her in. I turned on the other sides faucet and as it warmed I stood back to admire my bathing partner. She stood about 5ft 10, a few inches taller than myself. Her arms were slender but well muscled. Her hair was long and I loved the way it looked, wet and hanging over each shoulder.

She said she loved the idea of dual showerheads and then filled her mouth with water and sprayed it all over me. I laughed. And the did the same, but as I was spraying, she moved closer to me and tried to kiss my mouth. OK, here I was in the shower with my buddy's' girl....with my buddy's'; girl. Now what was wrong with this picture...UH YEA....ok. I asked her, "OK, so what's the story Kay?"

She told me she wasn't interested in Graham or any other guy for that matter. She said she had seen me a few weeks ago in a race I competed in and had arranged to meet me. But everytime she was supposed to, I would show up with a different womyn in tow. So she decided to try another way...this time being more subtle. She knew my schedule for Wednesdays and made a point of being with the gang, that we would all meet at the bar for a drink and Voila, the rest was herstory.

I was flattered, but thought it to be a chancy risk that I would even take her for a ride. Then she asked me if I didn't find her attractive. I told her of course she was attractive, and again I felt myself blushing. She told me I looked good in red.

I stood with my hands on the wall surrounding her, my legs straddling her nakedness. She was leaning up against the wall, her arms wrapping around my neck. The water streaming down over us...and then I leaned into her and kissed her perfect mouth. I felt as her tongue quickly made its way into my mouth, exploring and pushing in deeper. I gasped for air in the water. I felt myself on fire. Again I kissed her softer this time, my lips barely brushing hers, biting her lower lips, pushing in and then away and then pressing harder into her mouth. I felt as her hands grabbed a hold of my ass and pulled my body into her. I felt my wet bush upon hers. I felt as I started to melt in the heat of our passions. And then I pulled from her...and stepped from the shower, she followed and I turned off the central switch. Both faucets were then dry...the only thing dry.

I led her to the terrace. The night sky was filled with a million stars and an occasional plane. I handed her a shot glass and took a sip from a nearby snifter she had filled. She came up behind me and held me. I could feel her bush on my ass and I leaned back into the hollow of her stomach. She wrapped her arms around me and we stood with the evenings air whipping thru our pubes. I kissed her arm nearest to my mouth, and sucked away the few remaining drops of water. I kissed her ears and her throat, licking and sucking the newness of her skin...the softness of her life...who was she that had so much power. How was it that she had captivated me so easily?

I turned around in her arms and kissed her firmly. She had the most beautiful green eyes, like emeralds they shown. Her skin was soft, tanned, bronzed like....a goddess.

I told her I was glad that she was here, that she had pursued me. She smiled and said she was glad too. I asked her if there was anything I could get her and just then the phone rang. We both stood there stunned, like a deer caught in headlights. After 4 rings the service picked up and we both heard Grahams voice on the machine. He was inebriated and looking for Kay. Wondering if I had seen her. Then he says, he is really not interested in her anyway, he thinks she is probably one of my gang. We both laughed at his reference, everybody belonging to some gang.

I said, "Hmmmm, whatever gave him that idea?" And with that, I took hold of her hand and led her into my bedroom.

I turned the rheostat a half notch and set the mood in the room. Soft low lighting. The sultry notes of Stan Getz' sax wafted in from the stereo in the other room. She said she liked the sound. And then she laid down on her stomach with her ass in the air inviting me.. I took the invite and got down onto the bed kneeling behind her, pushing myself into her. Grabbing her hips and moving into her like we were fucking. I could feel her pushing back into me.

She turned her head around and asked me if I ever strapped to which I said yes and then she asked if this was gonna be one of those times. I laughed and said it could be.

And then I bent down and bit her ass. She let out an OUCH and then a moan, and then a low laugh that sort of seized me and pulled me into her. I reached down under the bed and felt for the harness as she reared bucking into me. I caught her with my right hand and pulled up between her legs. She was wet, like a puddle had formed under her and my hand came away dripping. I rubbed my fingers together in the sticky heat and at once was driven with a passion that knew no bounds.

I stepped into the harness and adjusted the straps and then put the phallic toy in place. I took some of her moisture from her pussy and started to lube the head, when she turned around again and said "O. MY, Please put that right here" and with that she grabbed her ass and pulled it apart.

It was intense, my wanting to, she begging me to...slowly I pushed the rubber head in to puckered brown pearl, waiting for her to move against me. And when she did, the power overtook me. Slowly I drove into her, each time going deeper into her lust, each time driving harder into her spirit. And with each stroke, she begged me for more. I fondled her breasts, tweaking the nipples until they stood rigid and taut in my palms. I felt as my thighs slammed up against her ass with increasing spasmodic tempo. I heard her calling my name over and over, telling me I was her daddy, telling me she loved the way I moved.

With my right hand I reached for her throbbing clit, it too had reached for the sky, straining to meet my eager fingers. I flicked it back and forth a few times when I heard her screaming my name. She said she was gonna cum, and I quickened my pace, slamming into her and flicking her marvelous sex. She let out a shrill scream and bucked hard into me, flooding my hand with each jerk. Then she pushed me from her and turned to kiss my mouth. She seemed so erratic, flitting about, wanting to kiss me, bite me. She cried she never had it so good. I pushed her onto her back and brought her knees up around my ears and I gently started to lick her sex. she said it was too sensitive and I told her to relax. She did and slowly I brought her up again with my clever tongue. Holding her clit between teeth and flicking just softly across the tip, running my tongue into her wet pussy and then back up to her clit and then back down inside her opening, over and over drenching her.

My own clit dancing on its own, waves building peaks inside of me. I was holding back waiting for her to rise again when she all of a sudden starts to buck wildly again, almost choking me with her legs wrapped around my face. She arches and pours sweet, flooding my mouth and bed. I have to pull her legs apart to breathe and then I continue to lick up all of her sweet juices. Then she pulled me up to lay alongside of her. I wrapped my arm around her neck and pulled her close to me. I was breathing the same breath as she...my heart racing in time with hers...our legs wrapped tightly in each others. I asked her, "So, how come u wanted to meet me?"

The faint sound of her purring snore was my answer. I kissed her lips again and slept with her...the questions could wait until the morrow.....by carol marie