When my sister's friend invited us to go sailing, I had no idea what was about to unfurl. A good wind was blowing out of the east and the sun was shining. My body was vibrating with enough energy to rival the suns. I had never been sailing before and at age 37, I was finally realizing one of my lifetime dreams. What I didn't know is that one of my other lifetime dreams was about to come true. Just as we were leaving the dock, my sister's cell phone rang and I could tell by the look on her face that it wasn't good news. "Evan is sick. I have to go back." My heart sank at first, I was looking forward to sailing with her but then my mind flashed on something else.

Eric and I would be sailing alone together! My heart started to pound as I waved good-bye to my sister on the dock. I could see Eric from the corner of my eye; he was standing at the helm, his strong, capable arms were taut while he guided the idling boat from the marina. I turned to look at him. The wind was blowing his blond hair. I caught myself staring into those sky-blue eyes, they took me to the depths of eternity, but just when I think I have him all figured out, his eyes would flash with a devilish spark and change my whole perception of him. I had only been around him a few times, but I felt like we had always known each other. He had a way of making me feel at ease and aroused at the same time. We left the marina and Eric asked me to take the wheel while he unfurled and secured the sails. The power of the wind was awesome, the adrenaline pumped through me but I managed to keep the boat into the wind, I followed his instructions and held her steady.

Eric slid behind me and took a hold of the wheel and corrected our course. As I moved to sit down to his right, I looked over my shoulder up at him and met his gaze. The power of Mother Nature channeled through his eyes as he looked into me. There was no way for him to hide his wayward thoughts as his gaze met mine. The wind really started picking up, my heart pounded, all of my senses were activated.

The wind, water, sky and this beautiful man charged me with so much energy that I thought I was going to explode. I whooped a call into the wind and Eric pulled me up by my hand, maneuvering me to the wheel in front of him. I sucked in a deep breath, taking in his sweet- musky man scent. His arms wrapped around mine as he placed his hands on the wheel. The warmth of our bodies surged in heat as we flowed at the mercy of the wind. The throb of my yoni- flower doesn't lie. I knew that I had to have him.

Eric pulled away and brought me back into my mind, temporarily distracting me from the surge of hormones. "Hold her steady, and keep your feet planted we're going to come about."

I did as the captain ordered and thrilled at the power of the wind pushing us through the water. I noticed an island directly in front of us then turned to look at Eric who was trimming the sails as we tacked toward the small speck in the distance. He returned to his place behind me at the helm and I leaned back into him. Tentatively he grazed the back of my neck with his face, lingering a moment at my ear. His warm breath sent shivers throughout my body. "I'm taking you to my island. O.K.?" I twisted around to face him, grabbing onto his arms to hold myself steady. "O.K." was all I could come up with; I was practically panting by this time.

Eric pressed against me, I could feel every nuance of his manly form, but he held back from kissing me just yet. He smiled a devilish grin and teased me just because he could. He motioned forward with his head and I turned around. We were already at the Island. He dropped anchor and jumped into the chest deep water. I handed him his backpack and he walked through the water toward the shore carrying it on his head. I waited until he was half way there and dove into the water wearing only my bra and panties. I swam through the emerald green water toward the shore. Standing in the warm sand I held my arms up in a salute to the awesome beauty that surrounded me. Running to catch up to Eric I found myself in the maritime forest surrounded by cedar, pine, oak and sycamore trees. The sand was cool on my naked feet. We reached a little sheltered area where he had built a lean-to, fire pit and hammock. Feeling refreshed and invigorated I got my sarong from his pack and wrapped it around me flinging my bra and undies over a tree branch to dry. Eric came back with firewood. We set up camp and talked, excited to be able to connect so comfortably. I thought to myself that this was almost too good to be true. We had so much in common and felt so right together. Soon we were walking back toward the beach.

He took my hand into his and we watched the glorious sunset sink into the water's horizon. In the dusk of the evening Eric placed his hand alongside my face and pulled me to him. We kissed for the first time, channeling the warm glow of the sun's energy through our lips. The heat grew, leading us to fall into the sand into each other's arms. Eric stroked my long hair from my face and we gazed into one another's eyes. He kissed me again and our mouths just couldn't get enough of each other. Our hunger built; our bodies pressed against one another in the sand. He worked his hand under the flap of my sarong and ever so softly rubbed my belly. Whispering in my ear, he said, "Are you ready to go back to camp? We really need to get the fire going. He smiled and warmly held out his hand to pull me up, then we walked hand in hand back to the camp. He lit the fire and we ate together, not saying much. Eric brought out a small flask of brandy and we sipped it by the fire.

I made the move this time and straddled across his lap in the sand, gently rubbing my body against his. The heat rebuilt in seconds and we were entangled. We made our way into the lean-to and snuggled onto the sleeping bag. Eric took his time caressing and exploring every inch of my body. Slowly, slowly he built the sexual tension. We played half the night that way, taking time to build and rebuild the energy, stopping to catch our breath, sip water and toss wood on the fire to keep the ambience glowing. Eventually I couldn't stand it any longer and finally pulled him over me. I raised my hips to meet him, rubbing against his engorged staff until he finally let go and pushed into my aching yoni. We made love; his self-control was unbelievable. He loved me from many different positions, gently inquiring as to how, where, and what I wanted. I couldn't believe that this man had everything I ever dreamt of in a lover. He even inquired as to what type of condom I preferred. So polite yet strong in his passions!

I awoke to the sunrise and aroma of campfire coffee. After a simple breakfast of bagels and fruit I ran down to the beach and jumped into the water, he was close behind me and dove in too, taking me into his arms. We swam and played then returned to the camp for a nap. This was only the beginning! We planned and enjoyed many more adventures together bringing a sweeter meaning to the term 'ship-mates!'