You are both surprised and intrigued with what you find in the cabinet. Hanging on wooden hangers are an off white, gauzy, sun dress, made of a light cotton material that would become transparent if it ever got wet, a long black double breasted jacket-type dress that would come to just above your knees, a white evening jacket and black slacks, and some other clothes and accessories. Looking to the floor of the closet, you find a video camera, tripod, and blank videotapes. Looking further, you find a shoebox-sized container filled with toys of different shapes and sizes, feathers, and velvet ropes. You feel a tingle between your legs looking at the toy box, but you quickly put everything away, as you hear me stir.
You take a shower, making sure to shave, and you think about the video equipment and toys and hatch a plan to leave me a souvenir video of the trip. You towel off and go to the galley, still naked, and start to set out a breakfast of muffins, fruit and coffee. You hear me in the background getting in the shower, and you yell out, "what are we going to do today?"
"We're going ashore today. Why don't you put on the sundress you found in the closet? With your tan, it would look great on you. There should be sandals on the floor of the closet that would go good with them. I know they're your size." I step out of the shower and towel off, and we sit together and feed each other breakfast.
"I really don't want to have to put on clothes," you tell me, "but if we have to go ashore, then I guess I'll wear something."
We both get dressed, you in the sundress and sandals, leaving your bra and panties off. You look in the mirror and you can see that the fabric adequately obscures your nipples. I wear a pair of tan cotton shorts, a dark blue golf shirt, and a pair of leather sandals. I also forgo the underwear.
We go above to the cockpit and I go first into the rubber dinghy. You follow, me helping you down with my hands on your waist. We get under way, and you see that we are heading toward a marina with many large powerboats and sail boats. We finally get to the dock and tie up the dinghy. I help you up onto the dock and it feels odd to you, that the ground is completely still and stable, and you realize that it has been days since you have been on dry land.
We walk up the dock and as we do you look around the marina. The boats here are in the million-dollar class and are enormous. You finally ask me where we are.
"East Hampton. Playground of the rich and famous, and rich and not so famous too. I come out here several times a summer. I have some friends out here, and I like the trip out and back. Especially this time." You smile at me, and hold my hand to keep you steady, still getting used to walking on land.
We head out of the marina and out into the town. It is a bright summer day, and we walk slowly, looking in the shop windows, stopping and browsing in some of the shops and you look around trying to spot some of the "famous" people that call East Hampton home for the summer.
I can't take my eyes off of you. Your tanned skin and the pale sundress, your beautiful smiling face, and knowing that you are wearing nothing under that dress, makes me want to take you right now. My minds starts thinking of the layout of the town, where we are, and where I need to get you. I stop and pull you to me, kissing you deeply right in the middle of a crosswalk. A car sounds its horn. We separate and look at the car and driver. Your mouth drops open when you realize who the driver of the black Mercedes convertible is.
I look at you and smile. I take your hand and walk over to the car as it pulls over to the curb.
