Thursdays have become one of our favorite days of the week. Starting on Monday there are the natural pulls on our time, what with phone calls, emails, appointments, chores and responsibilities. Even so, there is a quiet voice reminding us that in just a few short days, it will be Thursday. So we answer the phone, return emails, make more appointments, all the while thinking about what Thursday might bring because Thursday is the day we've set aside to remind us how much we love and cherish one another, despite our schedules.
Thursday mornings typically start like all other mornings with coffee, phone calls, emails and appointments but throughout the day, we are thinking about the night that lies ahead and the memories of the Thursday before, or that rainy Sunday, or when the power went out on Friday, or just for the hell of it on Tuesday... On Thursdays the coffee smells richer and tastes fuller, the phone calls, emails and appointments aren't nearly as aggravating. Thursday is our favorite day of the week.
On this Thursday I want to surprise you. We won't be getting dressed up and schedule a reservation at one of our favorite restaurants. Instead, I tell you over coffee that your business day needs to end by noon. You're not a fan of having your day managed so you grouse a bit but give in when I remind you that it is after all, Thursday.
The car is loaded with a suspiciously heavy ice chest and duffle bags. You remind me that tomorrow is Friday and that you will have more phone calls, emails and appointments scheduled that can't possibly be postponed. I don't care and tell you again, "But today is Thursday!"
Two hours later, we arrive at our destination. You are behaving much like a toddler by constantly asking, "Where are going and when will we be there". Finally we pull into the marina and up to a beautiful sailboat with a For Sale sign on the dock. Looking at me curiously, we get out and walk towards the boat. Coming towards us is a weathered older gentleman who stops and hands you a key. He reminds you to have her back by Sunday.
The winks to us and as if privy to our private joke, says, "Enjoy your Thursday."
"What does he mean, 'back by Sunday"', you ask.
I am barely able to keep my excitement any longer. I jump up and hug you telling you we are taking the sailboat out for a few days for a test drive, er sail and if we love her, she's ours.
The boat is beautiful and so is the day. Soon we are out and enjoying the sunshine, a cool breeze, and the salty mist in the air. It is quiet and peaceful. No phone calls, emails or appointments to interrupt our afternoon. We sail blissfully with no destination in mind until you think this would be a good time and spot to anchor for the night. While you manage the business of securing the boat, I go down to the galley to put some tapas on a plate and bring up the chilled wine.
As I come back up through the companion way you look up and see that I've changed from my traveling clothes to a white flowing shift. Too sheer to be worn but for any other reason other than to be revealing and hopefully enticing. You have a surprised and pleased look on your face as you scan me up and down. I instantly know that I have succeeded in the goal of enticing you. Seeing my hands full you come to me and take the plate and a glass of wine. I follow up with my glass and I sit next to you.
Quietly, we talk and dream about the possibility of enjoying a life such as this every day of every week. Cuddling against each other we sample the cheese, sip the wine and listen to the lapping of the water against the hull. There is a rhythmic movement that would normally have made us drowsy except that our minds are so focused on one another. We are still and silent.
Gradually, your hand slides across the upper part of my chest, exerting a gentle pressure that causes me to turn and lean back against you. You rub your mouth on the back of my neck, tasting the soft skin behind my ear and then press the edge of your teeth in a sensitive spot that makes me squirm against you in pleasure. Working your way to the side of my neck you nibble your way to the tip of my earlobe while your hands move over the front of my gown. The top parts and the sides open to reveal that I'm wearing nothing under the transparent white.
"You're beautiful," you whisper. "The way you feel and taste ... your skin, your hair ..."
You ease my gown to my waist, helping me to remove my arms from the sleeves. Your fingertips run lightly from my elbow to my underarm. My breasts are cool to the breeze, the tips hardening against the chill. You lift your hand, sliding your fingers beneath the fullness and draw your thumb over the shape of my nipple. Your touch is very light and lingering at the tip until it burns me with arousal.
My heart is beating heavier as you gently toy with my body, taking the peak in your fingers, stroking softly. An ache of pleasure is forming deep in my stomach as you cup my breast in your hand, containing the roundness in your palm. Now I want you to touch my other breast. I want your mouth on me everywhere and I want to slide my own lips across your skin until I feel your heat. Frustrated and eager, I ask to go down to the cabin.
"Slowly," you whisper. "There's no need to hurry."
A quiver goes through me as you opened your lips over the tender nipple, stroking until it strains against your tongue. My breasts are so tender and I usually break away but this time I am pulling you closer. I let out a whimper of pleasure. You use your tongue to trace circles around the stiffening nipple, making me writhe.
While you continue to tease my breasts, you slide one hand down lower on my body. You are breathing deeper and softly ask me to spread my legs. Hesitantly I comply and with you guiding me, I part my thighs for you. My head falls back against your arm. You gently caress me through the fragile fabric, gently rubbing the hot furrow until the shift becomes damp beneath your fingers. I get more and more excited and wet from your intimate teasing. Finally I reach some primal limit. I moan and clutch at your wrist imploringly.
"That's enough," I gasp. "Let's go down into the cabin"
Not wanting to break the spell we are weaving but definitely wanting to be naked and touching, you agree. We clumsily make our way to the bed. The sheets were pulled back and I crawl ahead to the piled pillows and wait. You hand me the wine glasses and then slowly remove your shoes, jeans, shirt, and finally your underwear to reveal your erection. I would feel vulnerable in my nakedness but you seem more comfortable and almost eager to share your body with me. I love the way you look. Your dark hair covers your chest with another patch at your groin through which your full erection emerges.
