Sea Change

He knew me well and that I was a good sailor, but he knew I was doing something dangerous. It wasn’t illegal, and there was nothing he could do to stop me. “You’re heading out alone?” he asked with a frown of disapproval. “I’ll be okay,” I said. I backed the boat out of its slip, shifted the transmission to forward, and headed out on diesel power. I turned the boat at buoy G13 and piloted into the channel with the marina, the wind, and memories at my back. When I cleared the last channel buoy I set the autopilot to keep the boat pointed into the wind, while I raised the mainsail. Then I turned the boat south, let out the jib, and shut off the engine. My world became quiet, with only sounds of waves lapping the hull as I sailed south. I was still a young man, barely eighteen, and my girlfriend had just finished her first year of nursing school and dumped me for a guy who was going to be a doctor. She was a year older than I, and girls mature faster than boys, so I could understand it on some level. But over a year and a half we had explored most of the things a guy and girl could do together, naked, and I was devastated. Mostly I was devastated, because we never got to having intercourse and were about to, and I was burning with jealousy. I couldn’t get the picture out of my head, the picture of her fucking a med student, for her first time, instead of me. The clouds burned off, the day became hot, and I stripped of my shirt. I drank iced coffee, pissed off the side of the boat, and remembered that’s the way most men fell overboard and disappear forever. I thought of my father asking me, after I told him about my girlfriend, if I might hurt myself. He knew I had been hit hard, and he was being a responsible dad, checking on the off chance I was thinking of suicide. I told him, “I may be depressed, but I’m not crazy.” We laughed together, and it made me feel a little better. I didn’t know exactly where I was headed, but there were many protected waters along the South Florida coast where one could pull in for the night, and I figured I’d head for one when I got tired of sailing. Being alone I started thinking of woman and decided I’d head for Ander’s Island Cove, an isolated spot with a sandy beach that attracted girls who liked to show themselves off topless. I thought of a friend who once chided me, “How far are you going to go to see a little tit?” But he was an ass man. I anchored in the cove, changed into a bathing suit, and dove in. The water was salty, cool, and refreshing, and I swam to the beach and began walking the length of it, getting an eyeful to use later in fantasies. I got a couple of friendly nods, but no one invited me over, and I was too shy to make advances. At the end of the beach I turned to head back, and a flash of color caught my eye. ankara escort It was a woman, pushed back into dense undergrowth, sitting on the sand in the shade. Her head was in her hands, no one else was on this lonely section of beach, and it looked as if she was crying. I tentatively took a few steps toward her. I wanted her to notice me, but I didn’t want to scare her. I wanted to help her, if I could. She wore a bathing suit, a two piece, not overly risqué, and she had a bag of stuff with her. She saw me and looked up. Her eyes were red, and her face was wet with tears. Her body was ripe and luscious. Too good for me, I thought. “I don’t want to intrude…” I said. She stared and looked me up and down, perhaps measuring me for the potential to be dangerous. “Is there anything I can do for you?” I asked. “Are you with someone?” No one comes here alone I thought and realized I had. Also, she looked young to be on her own in a place that you had to have a boat to get to, but so did I. “My boyfriend, ex boyfriend, kicked me off his boat,” she said tearfully and waved toward the boats in the cove. I looked out. There were dozens of boats, all expensive. I wondered what kind of boyfriend she had had, and I was jealous that he had her even if not anymore. “What are you going to do?” I asked, thinking of one answer I wasn’t sure I wanted to get into. “I could help you find a boat with some women on it to take you to back to the mainland,” I offered gallantly. “Would you take me back?” she asked. “I’m not going back, at least not for a few days and maybe longer.” “You don’t have to?” “Go back? No. I’m taking a break… from life. I’m having a hard time too.” The girl looked up, questioningly, but I didn’t want to explain. Timidly, she asked, “Can I go with you?” I couldn’t help but look down at her body—I had been trying not to stare. Reflexively she moved her arm to cover her breasts. I looked back at her eyes and paused, unsure how to respond, though I already knew my answer. “I’d like that,” I said with a grin, and then I thought I might have answered with too much enthusiasm, so I added, “But don’t worry, you won’t owe me anything.” “I appreciate you saying that. You seem like a nice guy.” “I’m pretty nice—modest too.” She smiled. “Is anyone going to miss you, on shore?” I asked. “You can use my cell phone on the boat and call them, if you want.” “No,” she said. “No one will miss me.” “Oh,” I said, wondering what her story was. I offered her a hand and helped her up. Touching her was a thrill. “Can I carry your bag?” I asked, and she handed it to me. I looked down the beach. I didn’t want to have to deal with an angry ex boyfriend, while I was helping his girlfriend, whom he might not consider to be his ex, get away. I wondered if he was still around. ankara escort bayan “Which boat did you come on?” “I don’t know. They all look the same.” I nodded. “We’ll have to walk the length of the beach. My sailboat is at the other end. I don’t want to get into a confrontation with anyone.” “That could be a problem,” she said. “Why don’t you wait here and hide in the bushes. I’ll get my boat and anchor out there,” I pointed in front of us. “I’ll swim in and get you. Can you swim out to a boat?” “I don’t know,” she said. “We came in, in a little boat.” “I’ll bring a life vest.” “Good idea,” she said, and then she begged, “Please don’t leave me.” “I won’t,” I assured her. I thought but didn’t say, “Trust me”—as useless a phrase as the paper it’s never written on. She nodded her assent and started making her way deeper into the bushes as I jogged toward the other end of the beach. It took me awhile, but I piloted my boat over, anchored, and swam in with a life vest and a waterproof cooler that would float and into which I could put her bag of possessions. I helped her put the vest on and buckled it around her. “What are you smiling about?” she asked. “I’m sorry,” I apologized. She caught my drift and looked downward. I had an erection, not a full one but definitely plump. “From putting on a life vest?” she asked incredulously. I shrugged, took her hand, and pulled her into the water. “I said you won’t owe me anything, and I meant it. But I do accept gifts.” She laughed. “No promises on that. What’s your name?” she asked. “Matt, what’s yours?” “Chastity,” she giggled, gulped a mouth full of water, and began coughing. “Really?” I asked, wondering if she was pulling my leg. “Not really. It’s Eva,” she said between coughs. “Ahhh, Eve, the temptress.” “Eva,” she corrected me. “Yeah, I know, but close enough.” We stopped talking and slowly swam out to the boat. I got on board first, carrying the cooler with Eva’s stuff in it. Then I helped Eva climb the swim ladder. I couldn’t help but look down into her top. I’m sure she noticed—women are good at detecting that—but she didn’t say anything. “It’s cooling off,” I said. “We should get dried off and get dressed. “Do you have a towel I can use?” she asked. I went into the cabin, brought out a clean towel, and handed it to her. She dried her body. I longed to dry it for her. “Do you have enough water for me to rinse the salt out of my hair?” she asked. “I have plenty of water, hot water even. Would you like to take a shower?” “This is a fancy boat.” “A regular yacht,” I said. “My uncle lives up north, and I live on his boat and take care of it.” “Lucky you. Is your uncle rich?” “He’s pretty well off. He owns his own company. It’s some kind of software business… So, do you want to take a shower?” escort ankara “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she said looking down again. “Especially if you invite me in with you,” I said hopefully. “You can come in with me.” “Really?” “Sure.” “Just like that?” “Sure, why not?” Eva said and started stripping off her bathing suit. We went into the cabin and undressed. I guided Eva toward the shower, turned on the water, adjusted the temperature, and we both got in. It was crowded, and we wound up hugging, my penis standing between us. Eva poured shampoo in her hand and soaped me, cradling my scrotum and testicles and paying special attention to my erection that she slid in her soapy fist. “If you think you’re going to come, tell me, and I’ll stop. I’d rather have you come inside me.” “You’re really something,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief. “Don’t stop—I don’t come that easily.” “That’s a good thing in a man,” Eva replied. I filled my hands with shampoo and started on Eva’s back. Then I washed her backside, her legs, and up between her legs. She smiled, giggling and squirming the whole time. When I washed her breasts and pulled her nipples through my soapy fingers she squealed. My penis pulsed dangerously, and I removed Eva’s hands from me. We rinsed off, got out, and dried each other. Then we went into the V-birth and curled up in each other’s arms. I figured it was time for a confession. “I had a girlfriend, for about a year, but she dumped me.” “I’m sorry,” Eva said. “Really?” I asked as my penis rubbed against her. “Not really,” Eva said, and we laughed. “We did lots of stuff together, but I’m still a virgin,” I admitted shyly. “I don’t mind—I was a virgin once too,” Eva said, and we laughed again. I put my hand between Eva’s legs, held her, and squeezed gently and repeatedly as a caress. She made the loveliest girl sound high in her throat, and then she sighed. I could feel her wetness leaking out, and I put my finger in and explored her, while she held my penis. Her head fell back, her eyes closed, and her fingers stopped moving over me. We kissed and touched each other, and after an interlude it seemed the most natural thing in the word for me to come on top of her and guide my penis into her slippery wetness. I moved it in and out, experimentally—it was my first vagina—it held me tightly. We enjoyed making love for a long time, sharing Eva’s orgasms, spaced by intermissions, until it was my turn to come. And I did come, with ferocious energy, and my young man’s lifetime of practice masturbating culminated in the most gratifying release of childhood and attainment of manliness. I lay on Eva, exhausted and exultant. “Am I hurting you?” I whispered. “No, you feel good,” she said and hugged me. “Stay as long as you like.” *** I fell asleep on Eva, and when I woke I was next to her, touching side-to-side, her arm over my back. I turned and kissed her, and she woke and smiled. We dressed and cooked the fresh shrimp I had in the fridge, and we prepared slices of French bread and butter, and strawberries.