Foreword: This is my first attempt at writing any type of fiction, so if you enjoy it, let me know! Special thanks to Starsinger for her guidance and expertise with editing.
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Desmond woke to the touch of a soft warm Mediterranean breeze moving across his face just as the first rays of morning light entered the cabin of his sailing yacht. He threw his arms back, stretching his long masculine muscles, only stopping to lay a gentle a kiss on the cheek of his beloved Sasha as she lay next to him, naked but for the thin colourful sheet splayed across the bed. Desmond knew he could stay there all morning, drinking in the beauty of her lustrous body; the soft smooth skin; the slow curves of her hips. But the deck was waiting and the day just beginning.
Desmond stepped out from the cabin onto the smooth wooden deck of the Nautilus. As a child, he had been captivated by the book "20,000 Leagues Under The Sea" and thought it only right to name his own ship after one that brought him such fond childhood memories. He strode over to the bow and started to pull up the anchor... dropped last night to keep them from drifting closer to the shore of the small bay they had found while sailing around this beautiful Mediterranean island. After pulling the anchor home, Desmond set to raising the jib sheet and mainsail, he then let the boom slide across to the port side and secured it for a slow tack to get some wind filling the sheets. Almost immediately the Nautilus was sailing at a comfortable pace toward the sandy beaches on the north side of the island.
Sasha was soon awake and on deck. She strode over to Desmond, her long legs parting the soft silk of the bed sheet still wrapped around her and planted a tender kiss on his cheek, lingering just a little.
"Good morning," she said.
"Good morning my love," said Desmond with a gentle stroke of her cheek, his eyes staring deep into hers.
"I'm going to change," Sasha said, dropping the corner of the sheet as she turned to go back into the cabin, leaving Desmond with a quick flash of skin, just enough she knew.
Desmond continued steering the ship, loosening the boom in order to tack leeward then back half windward, finally after locking down the boom, the Nautilus was getting much closer to the north side of the bay. Sasha came back up on deck in a flowery summer dress, the bottom of it dancing with the wind as it passed over the ship.
"Breaky!" she said as she wandered up to the bow and sat down dangling her feet over the edge, giggling as the water kissed the tips of her toes. Desmond checked the safety rigging and sat down with her to enjoy the breakfast she had cooked up.
"Bacon and Eggs! My favorite!" exclaimed Desmond as he picked up his plate.
"Only the best for my dearest Des," she said.
"Thanks Sash," turning he saw her pointing at her cheek, so he obliged gave her a quick peck.
"I'm going to drop anchor a little further into the bay and we can go for a dip, after last night; I think we need it," said Desmond with a sly smile.
"A wonderful idea," said Sasha, with an equally sly smile.
They finished breaky and Sasha took the plates down into the cabin while Desmond started to bring down the sails so the ship wouldn't drift off while they were swimming. Once down, Desmond threw the anchor over and waited until it was secure. He pulled his shirt over his head, leaving it on the deck and dived into the cool blue ocean. The first break of water over his head felt wonderful and as he dived deeper into the water, that wonderful feeling of cool blue calm washed over his entire body. He rose to the surface and brushed his hair back, the water trickling down his chiseled face. He looked around for Sasha and found her standing on the deck, clad in a stylish blue bikini, remnant of something that might have been worn in the 50's.
"So beautiful," Desmond thought.
Sasha dived in to Desmond, entering the water only a meter or so from him. He dived under the water and came up right in front of her, wrapping his large arms around her body and bringing her in close for an embrace, his head dipping close to her neck; his lips brushing the soft tender skin. He felt her quiver with excitement from his touch. They played and flirted in the glistening ocean for a while, splashing and chasing, until Desmond noticed an Ox-eye not too far from them.
"Looks like we might have a storm on us soon," said Desmond. You should get inside and down into the cabin, I'll be down in a bit, just need to check the last of the rigging."
"Oooh a storm" said Sasha, biting her lip just a little. "I'll dry off and wait for you below".
Desmond let Sasha climb back on board first, watching that vivacious arse of hers as she pulled herself up on deck. Desmond followed up behind her and checked the rigging on the sails. Making sure they were all secured for the storm. He then walked to the cabin; to Sasha.
Just as he pulled the cabin door shut, the rain started pelting across the deck. Sasha was lying on the bed, under that colorful sheet again. Despite the coming storm and the expanse of water, it never got cold here. There was always a nice warm breeze, which made the nights most enjoyable as they lay together. Desmond reclined next to Sasha, extending an arm so she could snuggle up to him, her long brown hair spreading across his chest. The warmth of her skin was soothing on his windswept chest.
"Cuddle weather," she said with a smile on her face.
"My favorite kind of weather," he replied.
A sheet of lightning cracked loud overhead and before he knew it, Sasha was pressing into his arms a little closer than before. He touched her skin gently with his fingers and slowly started to stroke her arms; her smooth shoulders; her shapely abdomen; her graceful legs. Desmond rolled onto his side with Sasha, facing each other they could better drink in the love and desire between them. Desmond's hand didn't stop stroking, he traced the line of her leg, following it up to the sexy curve of her hip, further up and across to the side of her back, finishing on her elegant neck. His fingers moved across her back, ever so lightly, he circled the knot holding the top half of her bikini together, almost teasing it; teasing her. In a matter of seconds the knot was loose and the layer of clothing fell between them. Desmond's fingers quickly resumed tracing, leaving an enticing tingle as they moved across the rest of her voluptuous body.
"Mmmm, kiss me" she moaned in a soft enticing voice.
