Her hair whips in the gulf breeze with the sails of the boat... cruising at five knots...as five softer knots are tied in black silk, firmly tugged like rigging, safe and secure.
Breasts swelling in time with the swell of the waves He kisses her there, first starboard nipple, then port, hardening each like tiny buoys seeking attention.
His mast thick and strong... awaiting it's chore.. silvery sea spray licks her skin as he swabs her deck with his eyes and tongue.. he engulfs her bay just as a bow splits the wake before it, parting salty...