What Happened on the Sailboat Should Never Have Happened

It was four fifteen when I saw her walk through the bar door. Lucía was wearing a summer dress, light, one of those that show nothing and suggest everything. The afternoon sun caught her hair, and for a moment I didn’t know what to do with my hands.

I stood up too quickly and gestured for her to come over. She smiled as if she already knew the effect she had on me.

—I thought I’d be late —she said, giving me two kisses that landed dangerously close to the corners of my lips.

She smelled of flowers and something else, of a calm confidence that made her even more attractive. We sat facing each other at those low little tables on the terrace, and I immediately realized that I was the nervous one.

We started talking about anything and everything, work, the last time we’d seen each other, plans for the rest of the summer. Between laughs, the tone shifted, dropping in volume, becoming more private. Every time she leaned toward the table to listen to me, the neckline of her dress opened a little more.

On one of her movements, she crossed her legs, and beneath the fabric I caught sight of the edge of a tiny thong. I looked away right away, but she noticed. She said nothing. She only uncrossed her legs with a slowness that was anything but innocent.

I went to the bar to order another round and, when I came back, instead of sitting opposite her I sat beside her. I wanted to be close. I wanted the conversation to stop being only conversation.

I rested my hand on her back while we talked. At first I left it there, feeling the heat of her skin through the dress. Then, little by little, I slid it down to stroke the firm curve of her ass. I drew her a little closer and spoke into her ear.

—I’ve got the keys to a friend’s sailboat, it’s moored right over there. Want to go for a spin around the bay?

I didn’t wait for an answer. I kissed her, and she kissed me back with the same intensity, barely biting my lip before pulling away.

—Let’s go —she said, and that was that.

***

The marina was a five-minute walk away. We walked along the seafront without letting go of each other’s hand, weaving around tourists, laughing at nonsense to hide how badly we wanted each other. The sailboat was on one of the last piers, white and unobtrusive, swaying softly against the fenders.

—Take off your sandals —I told her—, you get on barefoot.

I helped her jump aboard by holding her by the waist. I got everything ready with the clumsy rush of someone whose head is somewhere else: checked the engine, gathered the lines, cast off. We left the harbor under motor, slowly, until we were past the mouth of the port.

Once we were in open water I put my hands on her waist and led her to the wheel.

—You hold it —I said.

She grabbed the wheel with both hands, laughing, uncertain. I stood behind her, pressed against her back, and put my hands over hers to guide her. The sailboat responded and kept course. What neither of us was looking at anymore was the horizon.

My body was pressed against hers, and the hardness growing between my legs brushed the curve of her ass. I felt her relax, let me take control of the boat and the moment. I started sliding my hands up her arms, slowly, to her shoulders and neck.

I swept her hair to one side —that hair that seemed like fire in the sun— and kissed her ear, then the nape of her neck. She shuddered. Her skin tasted of salt and summer. Now it was she who was pushing her ass back against me, seeking me out.

I moved my hands down her sides to her hips while I kept kissing her neck. Then I went back up, this time over her stomach, until I covered her breasts over the fabric. She was breathing faster. She was trembling a little.

I undid the buttons of her dress one by one and let it fall to the teak floor. She was left in just her bra and that tiny thong, framed against the light of the sunset. The sight made my whole body throb.

I unclasped her bra, took her breasts in my hands, and pressed my body against hers. Then I slid one hand down her stomach, followed the line of hair and slipped under the thong.

She was hot and wet. I stroked her first on the outside, slowly, and then I slipped in one finger, then two. She moaned with every movement, braced against the wheel, letting me do what I wanted. She got wetter and wetter until she came trembling, held up only by my arm around her waist.

I helped her lie down on a cushion on deck and stood there for a moment looking at her, with that satisfied smile still on her face.

***

I decided to drop anchor so I wouldn’t have to worry about the course. I lowered the sails, anchored in a secluded cove where no other boat could be seen, and went back to her.

Lucía had already recovered. She knelt on the cushion in front of me and, never taking her eyes off mine, started unbuttoning my pants. She pulled them down along with my underwear and freed my cock, which grew with every caress of hers.

She brought her lips to it and kissed it from the base to the tip, unhurriedly. Then she opened her mouth and took it in. At first she played with her tongue, calmly, and little by little she brought more rhythm and depth to it. I held her hair in one hand, without forcing, watching her do it.

It didn’t take long for me to realize I was about to come. I told her, in case she wanted to pull away. She locked her gaze on mine and kept going, gripping me firmly with her hand. The orgasm shook me to the core. Lucía didn’t pull away, and when I was done she was smiling, licking her lips as if she didn’t want to miss a thing.

Now it was my legs that were trembling. I let myself fall beside her on the cushion and we stayed there touching each other, catching our breath, the sun still warm on our skin and the boat rocking slowly.

When I felt my body answering again, I started kissing her. Her face, her neck, I stopped at her breasts, at those hard, perky nipples. She surrendered again, letting me trace her with my tongue and lips.

I went down to her sex and tasted her whole, her salty flavor mixed with the sea’s. I played with my tongue while with one hand I stroked a breast and with the other I held her stomach. Lucía moaned, opened her legs, arched her hips seeking more and more, and pressed my head against her with both hands.

She came again, this time against my mouth. She was trembling and laughing at the same time, completely given over.

***

We lay there for a while, side by side. She was catching her breath and I was tracing her body with my fingers, from neck to stomach, stopping at her breasts and going back down again. She was so wet my fingers went back to her sex on their own, sliding inside with ease.

When I was hard again I lay on my side behind her, lifted one leg, and brought it over mine. In that position I entered her slowly, all at once. She took me without resistance; she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

That way I could keep my hands free to keep caressing her while I fucked her, harder and harder. Every time I pulled out, I could see her shine with how wet she was. I searched for her clit with my fingers and Lucía started writhing, pressing herself against me so I’d go deeper.

She moaned again, this time without holding back. It was lucky we were far from any other boat. She didn’t last long: she had another orgasm and was left trembling, with me still inside her.

I slowed the pace so she could recover, but she had other plans. She slipped free with an agile movement, got on all fours, turned her head, and looked at me with a shameless smile.

—From behind —she said, offering me her ass high in the air.

My heart was about to burst out of my chest. I knelt behind her, my cock slick with her fluids, and started slowly, just the tip at first, applying a little pressure. I saw her give in for me and pushed a little more, and a little more.

Lucía started moving, stroking her sex with one hand. On one of her backward thrusts she took me in completely, and from then on she set the pace, impaling herself again and again. The sight sped me up more than I could bear.

I was close. I gripped her hips and fucked her to the hilt. The first wave hit hard, I came almost all the way out and went back in, and a second ejaculation, even stronger, left me speechless for an instant. We both collapsed onto the cushion, our bodies shining with sweat and sea water under the afternoon sun.

We stayed still for a good while, rocked by the waves. Then we jumped into the crystal-clear water of the cove to cool off, laughing like kids. When we’d caught our breath, we went down to the cabin to keep the party going. But that’s another story.