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Archive-name: SpecMome/drifter.txt
Archive-author: Tom Med
Archive-title: Drifter


   I was sitting on the bow of the boat watching the sun sink below
the horizon with its' beautiful display of colors. As I get older, I
find myself be amazed by nature more and more every day.  This sunset
was just one of the many that made me feel at peace with the world.
The waves were providing a gentle rocking motion that made my mind
start to wander.
   I still could not believe that I was sitting on my sailboat in the
middle of a secluded bay watching the sunset.  It all started almost a
year ago.....

   I had just finished working for three days straight away from home
when my life was suddenly devastated.  When I entered my home, I
realized something was terribly wrong.  It was just too quiet. I went
from room to room calling out but no one answered.  I know that my
wife and children were home when I left.  Then I found the note on the
mantle of the fire place.  My wife had left with the children and
never wanted to hear from me again. She cleaned out our bank accounts
and just left.  I slowly sank down into a chair and just stared at the
letter for the longest time.  I was shocked beyond emotions.  For 15
years, I worked to build our home and give her everything she needed.
   Somewhere, I failed. After some time, my mind began to work again.
   Suicide--that was an option that crossed my mind, but the logical
side of me set that idea aside. What happened for the next week, I am
not really sure.  Most of the details are clouded and hazy.  I
remember getting the case of Jack Daniels from my closet (at least she
didn't take that!) and sitting in the chair in front of the fire place
watching the fire sipping from the bottle. I do remember calling the
office and letting them know I was going to be gone for awhile. I told
them I was not sure when I would be back, but I was in charge and I
knew that they would get along without me. Other than that, I am not
sure what happened.
   I cannot remember eating. Actually, I cannot remember anything that
I did during this time. After a week, I awoke early in the morning of
the eighth day of my "vacation" to the sound of someone pounding on
the front door. I looked down and saw 12 empty bottles of Jack Daniels
on the floor and my only thoughts were to stop the inconsiderate
person from pounding on the door--each pound echoed through my skull.
I opened the door and there was my old friend Drifter staring at me as
if I was some horrible creature another planet. Then, suddenly her
face changed from one of astonishment to that of severe anger and she
started to scream at me.  I jumped back from the door and fell on my
ass and it was my turn to look astonished. She just started laughing
at me and came in and closed the door.

   I had known her for many years and we were very good friends.  We
were never more than friends although at times I had wished we were.
Her real name is not Drifter, but her free and easy life style, along
with her habit of traveling around the world in search for adventure,
earned her the nickname.  She came into my life that day and helped me
get my life back in order....
   A flash of lightening brought me back to the present. A storm was
starting to move in from the port side. I quickly looked over the
boat, a 41 foot ketch, to make sure that everything was closed and
secured for the storm.  After checking the boat, I stood on the bow
watching the storm and feeling the cool air the precedes the rain. I
turned and looked through the cabin windows and there she was wrapped
in a short towel after taking a swim in the tropical waters. As I
watched her making coffee, I realized that I was holding my breath.
   I started to breath again and sat on the bow to watch the storm.
Lightening and the accompanying thunder was getting closer. I just sat
watching and letting my mind wander. I was stunned by how this
wonderful woman had changed my life. She kicked me when I really
needed it and helped in more ways than one. She was a friend, a
psychologist, and yes even a lover. I was not sure if she would one
day drift away with the wind, but I did not care. She had given me
back my life and if she drifted on, I knew I could carry because she
would always be with me.

   I was startled when someone grabbed my shoulder. She was standing
above me with the wind blowing her hair with two cups of coffee. "Are
you alright?" I looked into her mystic eyes and told her that I
couldn't feel better.  The rain started to come down lightly and we
moved into the cabin.  Drifter stretched out on the couch and began
reading a book and I took a seat across from her, sipping the coffee
and just watching her. She looked so beautiful that I was content just
to watch her. The storm picked up in intensity and the boat began to
sway with the wind. Her breasts, which hung freely beneath the towel,
were moving with the boat. I watched as her nipples hardened from
rubbing against the towel. I was so involved in watching her, I did
not realize that she had put down the book and was watching me watch
her.  We just stared at each other--there was no need for words. I
walked over to her and slowly got down on my knees next to her.
   "Drifter, I don't know what life would be like without you."  She
took my face in her hands and looked into my eyes.  Her eyes were
moist.  She gently kissed me and smiled. Then we kissed again, more
urgently this time. Her tongue parted my lips and our tongues
intertwined.  While our tongues were locked together, I slipped my
hand down and untied the towel.  I leaned back and admired her body.
Her skin was tanned light brown all over. She spent many days
sunbathing on the deck of the boat while I watched and tried my best
to keep the boat on course.  Her breasts were just the right size--
they would fill a champagne glass. They were topped with light colored
nipples that were engorged with excitement. Her slim waist tapered
down to her buttocks.  At the junction of her thighs, one could just
make out the vermillion lips of her sex. This was covered by a light
covering of dark pubic hair that she kept trimmed.

   She reached out for me, but I stopped her. "Drifter, you have
brought so much pleasure into my life that it is time I did something
for you.  Just lie back and close your eyes. Listen to the storm and
relax." She did as I asked. I took some warm oil from the cabinet
below the couch and poured a thin line on her body starting at her
neck and running it between her breasts and down her body until it
just began to enter the nest of hair between her legs. I started to
massage her body making sure that I did not touch any areas that might
lead to her arousal. I could feel the tension leaving her body as each
muscle group relaxed.
   When she was almost on the verge of sleep, I gently began to
massage her breasts. I kept away from her nipples in the beginning
watching them swell. She began to moan softly and her pelvis began to
rotate up off the couch. At this point, I bent my head to her right
breast and gently began to suck on the tender hard point.  Her hands
came up and clasped my head to her breast. I gently nipped at her
breast with my teeth and then moved to the other one which received
the same treatment. I slowly kissed my way down to the juncture of her
thighs.  She parted her legs and I was looking straight into her inner
core.
   Beads of moisture were clinging to her lips. I stretched out my
tongue and captured these drops of nectar of love.  At the touch of my
tongue, her movements began more insistent.  I spread her lips and
dove right in. My tongue touched every part of her sex. I licked
around her anus and then moved up in a slow and deliberate manner.
When I reached her clitoris, her hands grabbed the back of my head and
pulled me further to her. I let her take the lead and move my head and
tongue to where she wanted it. Suddenly, she stiffened and cried out
as orgasm overtook her body. I remained where I was gently kissing her
pubic area until she opened her eyes and smiled at me. Without
speaking, she pulled me up onto the couch and clutching me to her
bosom fell into a deep sleep while the storm pounded away.

   II

   I awoke several hours and found myself along in the cabin.  Looking
out the windows, I found that the storm was no where to be seen. The
stars were bright and clear against the dark background. My pulse
began to race--I had a small anxiety attack--could she be gone
forever? I laughed at myself for being so stupid.  We are on a boat
anchored in the middle of a secluded bay.  She had no where to go.
But, then I remembered that this was Drifter and if anyone could find
a place to go it would be her. I ran the length of the boat and jumped
up on the deck disregarding the stairs. "DRIFTER", I cried out. There
was no answer. My heart began to race faster. My chest began to hurt--
where could she have gone.  Laughter? I was looking out over the
crystal clear water and I was hearing laughter. I know I am a little
different but maybe now I was getting a little crazy. Suddenly, a hand
appeared over the gunwale and after the hand came the rest of her. I
sat on the deck and we just laughed for awhile.  "I'll have breakfast
ready in a moment. The coffee is ready. I'll get you a cup."  "No, I
said. I'll come down and get my coffee."

   I got a cup of coffee and sat down watching Drifter move about the
cabin. As she was making the eggs, I found that I could no longer help
myself. I came up behind her and held her tight. I whispered, "I love
you" in her ear. She turned and looked at me "You don't love me. We
get along together and are good friends but you don't love me." What
can you say to someone like this? We had both loved many times and had
been hurt. I was sure that she just did not want to think about what I
had just said. I had told her I loved her many times during the past
years, but she always just let it go.  I reached past her and turned
the eggs off. Without saying a word, I took her by the hand and lead
her to the deck where I sat down and placed her in my lap. I looked
deep into those complex eyes of hers. "Drifter, I just want you to
listen to me. Don't say a word. I have known many people in my life.
   Some were friends and some were not. I have only loved a very
select few. I know that you distrust the word love, but I am going to
tell you what love really is. When I love someone, it is not just a
passing emotion to be taken lightly. It is not just a word that I use
anytime I feel like it. It is a commitment to you that will last a
lifetime.  Yes, I do enjoy the good times that we have when we are
together. But, there is more. When you are having bad times, I want to
be there to help. When you are depressed, I will be there to cheer you
up.
   When you are frightened, I will be there to protect you.  When you
are sad and crying, I will be there to dry your tears. I will always
be there whenever you need me. I know that you might think that I am
just another man who is out to hurt you. But, I am not like other men.
I mean what I say and would not like to see you hurt at anytime.  So
now you know what I mean by saying I love you." Drifter was extremely
quiet (which was very unusual) and she kept looking down at the deck.
I took her head into my hands and forced her to look at me.
   "Drifter, I LOVE YOU." Her eyes started to tear.  One large tear
drop started to run down her cheek and soon more began the journey
down her face. I wiped away the tears and held her close. Finally, she
understood what she meant to me. I guess now it was her turn--"You
know that this is unfair. I can't say that I love you. Not yet. Maybe
if you give me time, I will be able to deal with it. But not now." I
continued to hold her and said "You have all the time in the world. I
will always be here for you. By the way, didn't anyone ever tell you
that life was not fair." She began to laugh and then she jumped up and
hit me in the chest. "Stop being so serious" was her comment. I am not
sure what came over me. I stood up and grabbed her and pulled her to
me.
   "Serious, you want to see serious" I yelled. I grabbed the top of
her bathing suit and ripped it off. There in front of me were her
fabulous breasts. She suddenly looked afraid. I guess she had never
seen this side of me. I put my hands around her waist and lifted her
onto the roof of the cabin.  The height was just perfect. I pulled her
bottoms off and there she sat exposed to me. She was now going to see
how serious I really was. I dropped my pants and told her to put me
inside of her. She hesitated a minute and I slapped her on her
buttocks.
   Now, I said. She gently grasped by prick and placed it at the
entrance of her moist cavern. I grasped her hips and pulled her
quickly to me until I was completely buried inside her. She gasped out
in pleasure/pain.
   This time I was thinking of my pleasure not hers. I began a fast
rhythm pulling myself almost completely out of her than slamming
myself back in. After several minutes of this, I felt the cum start of
boil inside of me. I kept this pace up until I began to explode inside
of her. At the same time, I felt her juices running down my legs and
onto the deck. I looked at her for a few minutes longer and then
withdrew and pulled my pants back on. I reached past her legs and
grabbed both her wrists and pulled her into a sitting position. Once
again I looked into her eyes, "You want to see the serious side of me.
Well, I am tired of holding everything inside of me.
   I LOVE YOU and I want to be with you forever. I want to marry you
and make you mine. I am not a jealous person, but I can be selfish at
times and this is one of them." Then, I walked away. I picked up my
coffee and went to the bow of the boat. I sat down with my feet
dangling over the edge of the boat and just looked out over the blue
water and let my mind wander. I did notice that Drifter picked up her
bathing suit and went below. I hope I didn't hurt her but the time had
come for her to realize exactly what she meant to me. I thought I was
supposed to feel good about expressing my feelings but now I just felt
like a number one royal asshole.


                             III

   Drifter came out a short time later carrying her brushes and
paints.  She set up an easel and began to paint the shoreline.  She
never said a word to me. She just sat with her back to me as if I did
not exist.  Emotions welled up inside my mind began to cook and came
to a boiling point. I got up and walked slowly towards the stern being
careful not to make any noise. I did not want to disturb her
concentration. I sat down on the roof of the cabin and watched her
work. Her paintings always amaze me because I had tried to paint but
did not have the talent for it.
   She was a natural. Once again I began to think of what I had done.
She looked over her shoulder and pushed her hair off her face and
stared at me. I became extremely uneasy. It was as if she could send
messages to me without saying a word. I finally could not take it any
more and the tears that were in her eyes earlier were now in mine. I
think this surprised her. I always tried to hide my inner emotions
just as she did, but I could no longer hide within myself.  "Drifter,
I'm sorry.
   I know excuses won't help. I just wanted you to understand how I
felt and how serious I was. " Drifter slowly turned around and sat and
stared at me for several minutes. I could not stop the tears.  Then
she said "I know how you feel about me. I am not so ignorant as to not
notice the messages you keep sending. But, you also have to understand
that I am not yours to have.  I belong to no one but me." With that,
she returned to her painting and I, looking like a lost pup, sat on
the cabin roof watching her. I thought over the time we had spent
together and the words that she had spoken. I had made a terrible
mistake.
   I looked inside myself and thought what now asshole.  You have just
killed the perfect friendship. Well, I decided that I was going to do
something about it.  I was not going to allow her to just drift off to
another adventure with bad feelings and never hear from her again. I
got down from the roof and sat down behind her. She turned and looked
at me. It was one of those times that if looks could kill I could have
died instantly.
   "Drifter I know that you are upset.  I would jump overboard never
to be seen again if it would make you feel better, but there is
nothing that I can do that can erase today." She turned back to her
painting and continued working on the image that was off the port side
of the boat. I went below and crawled into a bunk and stared at the
ceiling for a long time. I guess I fell asleep because I suddenly
realized that it was past midnight. I also found that I was alone. I
went up on deck and found her sleeping on the deck. She looked so
peaceful sleeping there, however, it was beginning to get cool. She
had sometime during the evening changed into jeans and a T-shirt. She
was curled up in a ball. I bent down and slid my arms under her and
lifted her up. She opened her eyes and asked me what I thought I was
doing.
   I told her that I was just going to put her in a bunk so that she
would be comfortable and warm. I was not trying to anything else and I
would sleep on the deck. This seemed to satisfy her and she allowed me
to place her in the bunk and cover her up. I went on deck and watched
the stars for awhile, but I needed time to think. I jumped over the
side and swam to the beach. The swim was long but the physical
exertion made me feel a little better. I wandered around the Island
for awhile and then sat in the sand and watched the boat rocking in
the waves.
   When the sun began to come up, I swam back to the boat and made a
fresh pot of coffee. While the coffee was brewing I pulled out the
charts and prepared a course back to our home harbor.  I prepared the
boat and was all set to get underway in a short period of time. I
poured a cup of coffee and added a little cream and took it down into
the cabin.
   "Drifter its' time to get up." She sat up in bed and took the
coffee I offered her.
   She said, "The coffee is great.  Thank you." "No problem.  I have
prepared a course back home and we should be set to go as soon as you
are ready." I guess this took her by surprise.  "What do you mean. I
thought we were going to stay here for a little while longer." "Well,
I thought that it would be best to go now. I figured you would want to
get away from this fool that brings you coffee in bed." She thought
about that for some time before she spoke.  "I want to stay here on
the boat with you." This was just another surprise in life.  "Ok,
we'll stay as long as you would like." I took my coffee and went on
deck to watch the day progress. Drifter showered and came up with her
paints and began to finish the landscape. As I watched her work, I
became aware of the overwhelming need to be close to her. I took a
number 6 paint brush and began to lightly run it up and down the
bottom of her foot.
   She kept on working not even seeming to notice what I was doing.  I
worked the brush up her calves. Using light stokes, I moved the brush
in up and down movements. She still was not responding to me or the
brush. I worked the brush higher until I was stroking her inner
thighs. Ah, was that a smile I detected? I continued to stroke her
inner thighs for over 20 minutes. Finally, she leaned back. "That
feels marvelous darling.  Please do continue." Well, I never try to
disappoint a lady.
   I continued to stroke her thighs.
   "This calls for a different approach."
   I picked up a large flat brush and began making long strokes up and
down each one of her legs.  After a few minutes of this, I picked up
one of her small brushes.  "Its' time to work in a little detail on
this painting", I said as I knelt down between her thighs.  I took the
small brush and began to work on the outline of her mons.
   She spread her legs and this allowed me access to her genitals
through the leg opening in her shorts. Her labia were flushed with
excitement.  I took the small brush and lightly traced their outline.
I kept doing this until suddenly she pushed me out of the way.  I felt
a fight coming on, but was presently surprised when she removed her
clothes and lay back down. I dreamily went back to my work. Now, I
traced her inner lip with the brush being careful not to touch her
clit.
   Little beads of moisture began to seep from her. "I don't want any
parts to feel left out." I picked up the flat brush again and began to
circle her breasts. Her nipples began to harden. I moved the brush up
her neck where I knew she was extremely sensitive.  She smiled at me
and then closed her eyes. I tickled her earlobes and then began to
move back down her body. When I reached her breasts, I picked up the
small brush again and worked the brush over her nipples.  When they
became hard points, I got down between her legs and circled the small
brush around her clit. She began to moan and shout for more.  I worked
over her clit with the brush and brought her to the point of orgasm
and stopped. I replaced the brush with my tongue and quickly brought
her to a climax. After she calmed down, I slowly licked up all of her
musky juices.
   I looked up at her and asked, "Am I forgiven?"
   She said, "No you are not. I know what you are trying to do. You
want me to settle down and stop wandering around the world. You want
to keep me for yourself." I stood up and walked over to the edge of
the boat and looked out over the water. I had nothing to say. She was
right. I wanted her and I knew that she was not mine to have.  I could
not face her. She kept on, "Who do you think you are?  I have been
taking care of myself for years and I don't need anyone to care for
me. I am quite capable. "
   I knew she was right. She was more than capable of taking care of
herself.  What could I do? I continued to stare out over the ocean
trying to hide my feelings.  "Don't try to ignore me"; she shouted. I
turned and looked at her. I could not look into her eyes.  "Damn you.
You've done it to me." These words confused me.  What did she mean.
Finally, I looked deep into her eyes and she said, "Yes you.  No one
else could have done this." I asked her what she meant.  Her eyes
started to get wet, "I love you." I could not believe she said this.
I continued to look on, dumbfounded.  "There are you happy. I said it.
I love you. And at the same time, I am pissed off that you did this to
me. I didn't want to love you. I just wanted to have fun and be me. I
didn't want anything serious to happen. Now look what you've done." I
sat down beside her and took her into my arms.  Our lips met and our
tongues started to dance together.  For the rest of the day, we just
sat together not saying a word. Just looking into each others eyes--
but that was more than enough.

                              IV

   The hours seemed to have flown by. First came the evening with a
radiant full moon that seemed to fill the sky. Drifter sat between my
legs with her head against my chest and my arms wrapped around her.
Every once in a while I would look down at her angelic face framed by
her wild hair and I thanked the powers of the universe for allowing me
this pleasure. We remained this way until the sun began to inch its'
way over the horizon. The sunrise was spectacular--the sun came up
with an infinite medley of colors and there were just enough scattered
clouds in the sky to make this sunrise one that would be remembered
for a lifetime. I looked down at the lovely creature that was nestled
in my arms. Perfection.  I moved my hand to her breast and gently
tweaked her right nipple to hardness between my fingers. She stirred
and began to wake. I stood up, slipped my arms around her, and lifted
her up. I smiled at her and then dropped her overboard. She plunged
into the tepid tropical waters. As she broke the surface, I yelled
"Good Morning" and jumped into the water.  She tried to swim away from
me, but I was able to catch her rather quickly. We wrapped our arms
around each other and floated together in the water. She said, "You
know we really need to talk about what has happened the last few
days."
   I playfully splashed water in her face and swam towards the boat.
"Look who's being serious now", I called to her as I swam. We climbed
back on the boat, and I got some towels for us to dry off with. I told
Drifter to go take a shower and I would fix something for breakfast.
She headed for the shower and I went into the galley. Breakfast was
easy. I had the eggs benedict ready just as she was finishing. I
reached into the cooler and pulled out a bottle of Asti Spumonte and
popped the cork just as she came out of the head. She sat down at the
table as I poured the wine and wanted to know what the occasion was.
"Drifter, every day with you is special. This is just a small token of
thanks." Ah, I finally said something right. Her smile gave her away.
We quickly finished eating and took the bottle of wine on deck. We
kicked back on the deck sipping the wine and watching the day
progress. I got up and turned on the tape deck. I put on her favorite
song by Grason Hughs--Let's Talk It Over. Smiling at myself, I sat
back down and watched the dreamy look come over her.  "Well, Drifter
go ahead and talk. You said we need to talk and that's fine with me.
But, this time you do the talking. I can write but I defiantly have a
problem talking." She sat back and looked out over the water. "I don't
know what you did to me last night but it was not fair. I listen to
other peoples' problems and try to help them." I looked over at her
and said, "Drifter look at me." She turned and looked into my eyes.
"You have helped me through many difficult times. I am sorry if my
feelings for you confuse you. It is time that you stopped hiding
behind the force field that you have built up over the years and trust
someone. I want that someone to be me, but if you can do this with
someone else that is fine.  Yes, I love you but I also respect and
trust you. I think it is time that you learned to trust some others as
well." "Fine", she yelled at me. "You want to know what my problem is-
-its' you. You do things to me that no one has done in a long time.
You make me feel good when I am down and make me feel even better when
I'm not." She paused for a minute, and then in a very quiet voice
said, "I'm scared. I am having feelings now that I would not let
myself have for a long time and I don't know how to handle them."
"You don't have to handle them Drifter.  Just relax and let the
feelings come." She thought about this for a long time. It was quiet
on the boat. You could hear the ropes creaking and the waves lapping
up against the hull.  Finally she said, "I'm sorry, but I'm really
confused over all of this. I do know that I do want to stay here with
you and relax for awhile and enjoy your company." We came together and
kissed. Once again we ended up without clothes on. If we kept this up,
we were going to end up sun burnt in all the wrong places. We sank to
the deck. I was about to lie down between her legs when she told me to
stop. "I want to please you too. Lie down here on the deck." I did
just like she asked and suddenly she turned around and knelt down just
above my head. What a beautiful sight. I was looking right up at my
favorite desert. Before I could finish taking in the view, she
engulfed me completely in her mouth.  It felt so good that a shiver
ran up my body, it was like lying in a blanket of snow. Of course,
being a gentleman, I reciprocated. We played each other like a pair of
fine tuned violas. The notes rose and fell slowly and we remained
entwined for a long time. Then it was time for the finale. I sucked
her clitoris deep into my mouth. She began to shake and move her head
up and down my shaft faster and faster. We could only take this pace
for a few moments before we both came together.  After a brief rest,
we got up and kissed. Our tongues fought a duel.  We broke apart and
at the same time said "You taste great." We both laughed at and with
each other. What a way to start the day.

                              V
   A friend of mine arrived that afternoon to bring us fresh food and
supplies. He arrived shortly after noon flying his seaplane at treetop
level and making a spectacular landing on the calm bay. We unloaded
the supplies and I went below deck to start putting everything up. I
heard the seaplane start up and begin to taxi for takeoff. I thought
it was strange that Dan did not stay awhile, but then Dan has always
been a little strange. I called out for Drifter to come and help me
but she did not answer. I went up on deck, but no one was there. I
didn't think anything about it, and went back to continue unpacking. I
figured that she swam ashore. I finished unpacking, opened a cold
beer, and went to sit on the stern of the boat to await her return.
Then, I noticed a note attached to the wheel. I took the note and sat
down to read it. Drifter had obviously left it; I'd know that hand
writing anywhere. It read: "I am sorry that it has to be this way. I
left with Dan. I know that you will be hurt but I hope you understand
that I need to be me. I am not ready to deal with the emotions that
emerge every time I am with you. You are a great person. You have
taught me things about life and myself and I can never repay that
debt. I hope you have a good life. Signed, Drifter.

   I just sat there staring at the letter. Emotions--there were none.
I was drained of life just as if a vampire had sucked all the blood
from my body.  Once again something precious had left my life just
when I thought everything was fine.  What was wrong with me? It must
be something. Was I too intense? Was I too demanding? I had thousands
of questions but no answers. I wanted a friend and companion and I
guess I wanted something more also. Should I have just settled for a
friend?  The more questions I asked of myself the less answers I
found. Then, logic took over. I realized that I wanted something that
Drifter was unable to give me. Hopefully, one day we would meet again.
I spent the next several days cleaning the boat and prepared to make
the voyage home alone.  I found the only thing that she had left was
the tape. I placed it in the player and turned the volume all the way
up.  "..I never meant to hurt you..." echoed throughout the bay.


                              VI

    After I returned home, I remained secluded on the boat for several
months. My business was doing fine and some of my short stories were
published. I was doing fine financially, but a piece of my life was
missing. Every day I thought of Drifter even though the memories hurt.
I had not heard a word from her since she had left. I prayed that she
was doing well. I framed her good-bye letter and it now hung over the
stove in the galley. I kept myself busy working on the boat and
sailing around but it wasn't the same.

   One dark and stormy night, I went to a local pub that I had begun
to frequent a little too often. The rain was coming down in thick
sheets and lightning flashed through the skies.  I had several Jack
Daniels and was in a somber mood. I knew that drinking would not solve
my inner problems so I paid the bartender and went back to the boat.
Being on a boat during a storm can be very peaceful. I sat at the
table and began to write a short story for a local magazine. Then,
somehow my tape deck came on. "...let's just talk it over in bed.."
My heart jumped into my throat. In my heart, I knew that it couldn't
be her. I grabbed my gun from the dresser, chambered a round, and
pulled open the hatch. There was someone sitting on the deck. It was
dark and I could not see very well but this person did not look right.
The lightning flashed and I could tell that there was a woman huddled
up against the deck wall slumped over. She was soaking wet and the
rain continued to pour down. I put the gun in the waist band of my
pants behind my back and picked her up. I took her below and lay her
down on the bunk. Her clothes felt wet all the way through. I turned
on the lights and went forward to get towels and blankets for this
stranger. When I returned, she was still on the bunk. She was not
moving and appeared to be unconscious. Then, I looked closely at her
and I almost fainted. Drifter. What the hell had happened to her. I
gently undressed her, dried her off, and wrapped her in blankets.
While I was cleaning her up, I noticed that she had several large
bruises on her. Numb with anger, I sat in the chair across from her
and kept a careful eye on her throughout the night. When the dawn
came, she was still sleeping. I got up and pulled the boat out of the
slip and set sail south. When I was sure that everything was in order,
I set the automatic pilot and went below. I brewed a pot of coffee and
poured two cups. From the ice chest, I got the cream and fixed her
coffee. I had always taken my coffee black, but I also always kept
fresh cream in hopes that one day she would return. I sat down next to
her and shook her. She opened her eyes and when she saw me, she
wrapped her arms around me and started to cry. "I'm sorry I came here
but I had nowhere else to turn." "Drifter I told you that I would
always be here when you needed me. You don't have to be sorry." I gave
her the coffee and she sat back and relaxed. She must have felt the
boat moving because she asked where we were going. I told her that I
thought she needed to get away and think for awhile so we were headed
south with no set destination in mind. She looked in the mirror in
horror at her reflection. She threw me out of the cabin so she could
take a shower and get cleaned up. I took my coffee and went to check
the course of the boat.

   She opened the hatch and smiling stuck her head out and said; "Hi
Pal." I just shook my head and started to laugh. She ran up the stairs
and threw her arms around me and wrapped her legs around my waist. I
was not sure how to handle this situation, but I hugged her back and
told her that I had missed her. Our lips found each others and our
bodies fit together perfectly. She started to unbuckle my belt and I
stopped her. "Drifter, don't. I am not sure what is going on here and
I don't want this to happen yet." She took this rejection hard. I
pulled her to me and held her close. "Just let me hold you. My life
has not been the same since you left and now you are suddenly here and
you can't expect to take up where we left off. I love you very much,
but right now I just want to hold you. In my arms, you are safe from
everything." She lay her head on my shoulders and the gentle motion of
the boat slipping through the waves put her fast asleep.


                              VII
   By the time Drifter woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.
She stretched her lithe body upon the couch and smiled up at me. I
went below and brought up the lunch I had fixed for her. I sat at her
feet while we ate a light lunch of fresh fruits and salad with a light
tangy dressing. After eating, I took the plates into the galley and
began washing the dishes. I knew that Drifter was feeling pretty bad
since she did not argue about me doing these chores for her.  Drifter
has always been an independent soul and she really dislikes having
things done for her. After I finished cleaning up, I changed course
for a nearby cove to spend the night. Drifter was standing on the bow
just staring out over the water. A small group of porpoises began to
swim along the bow and she sat down and watched them play. I watched
her for a long time--worrying about her. She had not spoken very much
since her sudden arrival on the boat. She appeared deeply troubled,
but for now, I just let her be.

   We anchored the boat in a small cove off the Bimini Coast.  Drifter
continued to remain seated on the bow just staring off into space. I
felt it was time to do something. I went forward and knelt down behind
her. She never stirred or acknowledged my presence. I gently reached
up to her neck and began to slowly massage her back. She still
remained silent but I could feel the tension begin to leave her body.
I moved her so that she was lying on her stomach on the deck and
slowly worked each muscle group from her neck to her toes.  After
about an hour, I finally felt her entire body relax. At this point, I
raised her leg into the air and playfully sucked on her toes. She
rolled over onto her side and said; "Just what do you think you are
doing?" Perfect, I was waiting for the old Drifter to start to come
back. "Me, I'm just trying to help you relax. Nothing more." "Well, in
that case, continue." She rolled back over on her stomach. Once again,
I started sucking on her toes and slowly moved my way up her body. Her
perfectly shaped calves were begging for attention. I continued my
upward progress, nibbling on her thighs. When I got to her  inner
thighs, her hips began an up and down movement. I reached up and
lowered her bikini bottom and bit her on the left cheek. She rolled
over and playfully slapped at me. "What was that for?", she asked. I
was just testing your reflexes.  She laughed at me and rolled back
over. "Well, just kiss my ass", was her statement. I was never one to
deny a lady, especially one as desirable as Drifter. I bent over her
prone from and gently kissed her behind. Her legs began to drift apart
and her moist cavern was exposed to me. I lied down on the deck and
grasping her hips manipulated her so that her vagina was positioned
over my mouth. My tongue snaked its' way through the forest of pubic
hair and gently titillated her clitoris. I teased her by just touching
her with the tip of my tongue. Suddenly, she lowered herself down
further so that I could attack every inch of her sex. Moisture started
to flood down from her tunnel. I gulped her juices down savoring their
musky flavor.  Looking up her body, I could watch her heaving breasts
bouncing up and down. I reached up for them and massaged her breasts
while she rode my tongue. Her orgasm seemed to last for hours. She
finally rolled off of me and then came over and gave me a french kiss
that aroused my desires even more.  I realized that it was getting
late, and instead of continuing with our love play, I went below to
fix dinner.  Drifter followed me down below and tried to push me out
of the galley. "I'll make dinner." "Drifter, you will not make dinner.
Just go over there and sit your ass down and watch." "Fine--Just
Fine!" She huffed off and sat down at the table.  I found the package
of shark meat in the ice box and began to season it. Pepper, salt,
lemon, and everything else I could find was being dumped onto the
shark steaks. Suddenly, Drifter yelled out, "Hey, this is about me."
She had found the work I had been writing and was sitting there
reading it.  I ignored her and went back to preparing the meal. I
finished cooking and set the table. She was halfway through reading
the manuscript when dinner was served. I poured us each a glass to
chilled white wine and sat down next to her. She put the papers aside
and started to eat. Looking over at me she said, "This is good." I
asked her if she meant the book or the fish. She said both. We
finished eating in silence and while I cleared the table she took the
papers and her wine on deck to finish reading. I joined her a short
time later. I sat watching her read for a long time. When she was
finished, she took the papers below and called for me to join her. I
found her lying on the bunk in all of her naked splendor. I quickly
undressed and climbed in next to her. Our lips met and her body felt
so soft and sensuous that I was content to just lye next to her. She
started to speak and I just sat back and listened. "I know you want to
know what happened to me but I just want to forget everything that has
happened to me since I left. I have done a lot of thinking since then,
and I want you to know that not a day passed without my thinking of
you. You mean a lot to me and if you will have me, I am yours."  I
stared up at the ceiling for awhile letting her words sink in. "What
do you mean?" "Just what I said. I am ready to settle down a little. I
am tired of running around the world. I want to have some place to
call my own. And, if you are willing, I want you to be there." I was
too choked up for words. I lowered my lips to hers and gave her a kiss
that would reach her soul. I whispered in her ear. "Welcome home,
pal." We spent the rest of the night making passionate love to each
other until the sun began to come over the horizon.

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