Friday Afternoon    MF, rom

He loved Fridays.

That was the day he worked until noon then, after grabbing a sandwich and 
some beer to go, rocketed down the freeway to the yacht club where he kept the 
boat moored.  This particular day the weather was perfect for what he had in 
mind -- a fast cruise up the lake to a quiet cove and then peace and quiet.

He craved getting out on the boat to relax away from the racket of the office.  As 
he pulled into the club he could see his boat rocking gently in her slip.  She was 
a beautiful mixture of size and speed, her 23 foot length was big enough to have 
a comfortable cabin but when she was at full throttle she could dance over the 
waves like any racing boat.

Grabbing the mini-cooler of ice cold beer and his duffel bag he trotted down the 
dock to her slip.  He quickly removed the mooring cover and started the engine 
so she could warm up while he stowed his gear forward in the cabin.  He cast off 
the mooring lines and was idling out of the marina within ten minutes of his 
arrival, not wanting to waste any of the precious time he had carved out for 
himself.

Shoving the throttle full forward he smiled at the rush of power when she leaped 
out of the water, then settled up on top, gaining speed like a thorough-bred race 
horse coming out of the starting gate.

The lake was deserted except for his boat.  The traffic from the city wouldn't start 
to arrive for a couple of hours.  Standing at the helm the wind was strong against 
his sunglasses as his wake cut a white swath across the blue mirror finish of the 
water.  He smiled again, happy to once again be on the water alone -- insulated 
from the hassles of everyday life.

The trip to his favorite cove was just long enough for him to get his need for 
speed satisfied and he throttled down to idle so he could enter without disturbing 
any wildlife.  Each time he came here he felt like he was entering one of nature's 
cathedrals.  The shoreline of the cove had no sandy beaches.  Densely forested 
hillsides rose straight out of the water on all sides so steeply they sheltered the 
entire cove from the sun for most of the day, providing a cool hideaway from the 
heat.

As he floated into his sanctuary and shut off the engine, he felt the tension of the 
week melt away.  Birds announcing his arrival were the only sounds as he 
stripped off his T-shirt and laid out a towel on the spacious sun pad.   After 
eating his sandwich and washing it down with a beer, he laid down on the towel 
to plunge into the novel he'd brought with him.

The boat rocked and he jumped, then realized he had dozed off.  Someone was 
climbing up the stern and he remembered he forgot to unlock the cabinet where 
he kept the gun he always carried on the boat.  Rolling off the sun pad ready to 
confront the intruder, his mouth dropped open at what he saw.  She was the 
most beautiful young woman he had ever seen and he was speechless.  "Hi!" 
she said, climbing over the stern and into the boat.  "I saw you floating out here 
and thought you looked a little lonely."

A barely adequate, but tasteful, red bikini covered all the important parts of her 
darkly tanned body, which she obviously exercised daily.  Her powder blue eyes 
seemed to brighten as she reached up and loosened the hair comb allowing her 
thick auburn hair to cascade around her wet shoulders.

"I'm not intruding on your afternoon, am I?"  She had an unmistakable smirk on 
her face.

Without another word she crossed the boat, put her arms around his neck, and 
kissed him.  He felt her cool wet body mold into his and for a moment all he 
could do was stand there and enjoy the sensation of her warm soft lips as she 
pressed them firmly against his.  She withdrew just long enough to look at him 
and he saw passion flaring in her eyes just before she kissed him again, this 
time more deeply.  While her tongue explored his mouth, he swept her up in his 
arms and walked over to the sun pad.

Laying her down he stared down at her in stunned awe.   She smiled up at him, 
her blue eyes filled with anticipation as her reddish brown hair spread out over 
the white sun pad.  Recovering from his trance, he kneeled over her and nibbled 
quick kisses around her navel while removing her bikini bottom.  Tossing it on 
the deck of the boat, he helped her roll over, placing soft kisses on the back of 
her neck and behind her ear.  He took the strap of her top in his teeth and pulled 
the knot loose, then nibbled down her back to the other strap and did the same.  
Still on his hands and knees he helped her roll over on her back.  She was 
obviously a sun worshiper.  She was bronze from head to toe.

A cool breeze helped harden already erect nipples and he took each one in his 
mouth and rolled it with his tongue.  She immediately reached into his trunks and 
caressed him gently but urgently.  He rose to his feet to remove his trunks and 
as he did the boat rocked, causing him to lose his balance.  She giggled at him 
as he tried to take his trunks off over his raging erection without falling off the 
boat.

Tossing his trunks into the boat he stood above her completely nude.  She sat 
up, pulling him closer to her.  Gently caressing his sack, she licked the head of 
his engorged penis, then, holding it with one hand, gently slipped it into her 
mouth.  Her caresses moved behind him and he stood motionless while a hand 
held each of his cheeks, rocking his hips and moving his cock slowly in and out 
of her mouth.

The boat began to rock and as he gazed at the beauty around him, he heard 
only the birds and the soft sound of her mouth on him.  Knowing he couldn't hold 
off much longer, he reached down and caressed her hair softly as he pulled out 
of her mouth.  Laying her down on the sun pad he kneeled, straddling her, and 
kissed her eyes and lips.  She responded by reaching behind him to caress his 
ass and the back of his thighs.

Slowly and deliberately he kissed down to her breasts, licking and sucking each 
nipple in turn.  Then, leaving a wet trail with his tongue to the top of her dark 
brown triangle, he parted and raised her thighs to kiss the inside of each knee.  A 
soft sigh escaped her as he licked behind her knee and down the inside of her 
thigh to her waiting pussy.  She drew her knees up and he slipped his arms 
under her thighs to cup each breast, slowly rotating her nipples between his 
thumb and fingers.  Moaning, she caressed his head as he alternately licked and 
sucked her swollen lips, moving ever closer to her clitoris.

"Ahhh....yes!" she said as he slipped her clitoris between his lips, rolling it with 
his tongue.  Her hips moved involuntarily, sliding her pussy up and down his 
face, and as she approached the peak of her passion he softly sucked her clitoris 
into his mouth.

"Oh my God!" she cried.  His gentle sucking taking her over the top.  Her body 
stiffened and then shuddered as waves of white-hot pleasure consumed her.  He 
quietly retreated, licking each thigh while her breathing returned to normal, then 
crawled slowly up her body.  As he gently lay over her, their bodies molding 
together, she kissed him deeply and he felt his erection returning.  She sensed it, 
too, because she reached between them and, raising her hips slightly, guided 
him quickly inside.  It was his turn to moan as she took in his full length while 
wrapping her legs around the back of his thighs.  Pausing for a moment and 
reveling in the sensation of being deeply inside her, he kissed her neck and 
nibbled her ear.  Unable to delay any longer, he began with long, slow, deep 
strokes to build their passion again.  The boat began rocking and he used the 
motion to their advantage.  Again and again he thrust deep into her, rocking his 
hips against hers, rubbing the bone above his cock against her clitoris.

"Oh, honey, this is so good," she said breathlessly between thrusts.  He could 
only moan his approval as he felt his orgasm start at the tips of his toes, move 
quickly up his legs and set fire to his thighs as he erupted inside her.  She 
matched his every thrust as a second, more intense climax consumed her, 
causing her to cry out, abruptly piercing the serenity of the cove.

They lay together, holding each other for a long time, while heartbeats slowed 
and breathing to return to normal.  Occasionally sharing a soft, lingering kiss, 
they silently basked in the glow of each other.  After a while they drifted off to 
sleep, encouraged by the soft rocking of the boat and the security of being in 
each other's arms.

He seemed to be returning to consciousness from a deep, quiet place as he 
awakened.  A towel was all that covered him as he returned to reality.  Sitting 
up, he called out for her.  Thinking she might be in the cabin he looked below, 
and then jumped up on the stern of the boat and surveyed the cove.  There was 
no trace of her or her red bikini.  He suddenly felt very alone.  As he stepped 
back into the boat he saw the note on the dash board.  Apparently, she wanted 
to make sure he found it because she stuck the ignition key through it to hold it 
in place.  He pulled the key out and quickly smoothed the note so he could read 
it:

Sorry I couldn't stay.  I would have said good bye, but you were sleeping so 
soundly I didn't have the heart to wake you.  I hope you were dreaming of me.  I 
have never done anything like this before but when I saw you I knew I had to 
have you.  I have never enjoyed anyone as much as you!  Maybe we can meet 
here again someday soon.  I'd like that very much.  Love always....

He looked slowly around the cove, then back at the note.

For the rest of the summer he faithfully returned, rain or shine, every Friday 
afternoon.

He never saw her again.