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Sex with a Sailor - The Story of John & Joanna
Book I
Sarasota on a Saturday
John:
What a great day this has been.
My team managed to put together a real fine deal on a property I have had my eye on for some time. The owner was going to lose it to the bank. We put together a great package that kept his credit intact and put a few dollars in his pocket. The project will need some work before we can flip it and make some money on it. A win/win situation, that’s what I like. The damn banks have screwed over so many people…..
My workout at the gym was good, but that damn trainer. Come on you can do some more. I know she was right and that’s what I am paying her for but I still wanted to strangle her.
I take a lot of pride in keeping myself in shape. I’m 45 years old, 5’-11”, 185 lbs., a full head of brown hair that I like to let grow a little longer when planning a sailing vacation. I do keep my hairline beard trimmed short and neat.
Marty was there, and we joked around about our last racquet ball game and compared welts. He was looking for a rematch. Christ, I am still sore from the last one. I am only 45 but that game does a number on me. I know I should tone it back some but that is not in my nature. Besides there was that real cute Brunette watching us. Sharon or Karen….I didn‘t get her name but there wasn’t any ring on the finger. Figure she is fair game if I decide to ask her out. What’s a guy to do…I had to push it to the limits, try to show off some.
After a light lunch and a few phone calls I head down to the marina. The sky is almost completely clear with a nice breeze blowing in from the West. Watching the movement of the palm trees, I am guessing the wind to be about 15 knots.
Wishing I had the time to take the boat out for the rest of the day. But if I want it to be ready for the trip next week, I really need to finish up a few remaining items first.
Besides it would be so much better if I had someone to take out there with me.
Using the handcart the marina provides, I unload the supplies and head for my boat. Walking down the dock, I see several of the other boat owners working on their boats, getting them ready to go out or cleaning them up after taking them out. There is always activity down here, and it is like a small little community. Everyone keeps an eye on each other’s boats and we are always ready to lend a hand when needed.
Whenever I look at my boat, The Passing Fanny, I can’t help but feel a lot of pride in her. She’s a 1980 Irwin 42’ center cockpit Ketch design, white with dark blue trim. I bought her when my divorce went through eight years ago. At first I thought how nice it would be to live on it, but I love it out on the water so much I can’t do that to her, keeping her tied up all the time. It seems all I do is work on her and spend a lot of money:
B.O.A.T.…..Break Out another Thousand
But the times when I am out there on the open water with the only sounds being the wind sliding through the sails, a little Jimmy Buffett playing, and the sweet sound of a beer being opened, it makes it all worthwhile.
One more week and I’m the hell out of here. Key West and all the festivities anyone can handle. I usually go down there at least twice a year to recharge my batteries and get away from everything around here. I love the business, the challenges and the responsibilities, but I do need a break from time to time.
With only a week left before I head out, I thought I would be done by now and ready to go. Work keeps getting in the way. I really want to get one more coat of varnish on the teak if I can. I have already applied six coats but the UV from the sun really does a number on it. I wish somebody would come up with a better method. I know I could hire someone to do it for me but there is so much more satisfaction when you do it yourself. Besides, this provides me with an opportunity to chat up the ladies that wander down on the docks, the ones that are dreamy eyed and full of the romantic notions they believe sailing can bring them.
I remove my t-shirt as the sweat starts running down my back, pop the top off a cold Sam Adams, slide a Jimmy Buffett CD into the sound system, and sit back in the cockpit to relax before starting work.
Life doesn’t get much better than this.
Shaded by the bimini I glance down along the pier, watching the other boat owners doing their chores on their boats. There are several people lazily walking along the pier, looking dreamy eyed at the boats. You can see it in their eyes; they dream of just chucking everything and sailing off into the sunset, living on an island someplace, leaving all their troubles behind. Men, women, and even the kids, they all have the same dream.
I observe two ladies, a blond and a redhead, making their way slowly up the dock. They both look fine from a distance, each one wearing sundresses and sporting dark sunglasses.
One has blond hair, cut just above her shoulders; about 5’-4”, slender figure, looks good from here. The other is a redhead, her hair going past her shoulders by a few inches. She is a little shorter than her friend but just as good looking. I am guessing both of them to be in their mid-30s. From here, I would give them both an 8.
Taking another swallow of my beer, I remember I need to get to work, but what the hell, I keep watching. The redhead is real animated and keeps pointing to different boats and chatting up a storm. She seems to be only interested in the sailboats. Blondie looks a little bored and keeps looking back towards the lounge.
Buffett is playing Changes in Latitudes on my stereo.
Well, so much for the eye candy. I have things to do. As I get out the supplies, I watch as they both get closer to me.
Definitely 9 for both of them.
Joanna:
How I wish one of my girlfriends liked boating! I’ve been divorced for about six months now, and lately I have been trying to find some new interests to keep me busy. I tried dating for a little while, but I was pretty disappointed with the guys I went out with. So, I tried working more hours to fill the void, but my boss got annoyed with me for working too hard. Now he’s making me take vacation time during my birthday, all next week.
Last month, on a whim, I decided to take sailing lessons at the local community college’s waterfront school. I’ve always liked the water, and have enjoyed canoeing since I was a kid. During the lessons, I discovered I also have a love for sailing, and now I’m hoping to figure out a way to do it more often. I’m really glad I have finally found something new that I enjoy doing to fill my time, but now my problem is that none of my girlfriends are interested in doing it with me.
I was finally able to drag my neighbor, Alyssa, down to the pier to look at sailboats with me. Alyssa is newly divorced, like I am and she’s the same age as me, 34. She had been married for five years before she got divorced, which is seven less than my 12 years of marriage.
Those were 12 very long years.
I don’t really know Alyssa all that well yet, and to be honest, I am not even sure I like her all that much so far. But at least she agreed to come down to the marina with me. The only reason I was able to talk her into coming is because the marina has a lot of large yachts, and she hopes to meet a guy who owns a nice big yacht, a.k.a some really rich guy. She has made no secret of it either.
Personally, I am not interested in meeting a yachtsman at the marina. I really just want to check out the different kinds of sailboats. I hope one day to be able to afford to own my own sailboat, but I am a long ways away from that dream right now. I really didn’t get much money or anything extra from my husband when we got divorced, and now I am living on one salary. I never knew what it was like to live on my own before now. I married my college sweetheart, and we got engaged the summer after I graduated college. I lived at home with my parents until the wedding, and then moved in with my new husband. When the marriage ended, and I moved out on my own, I had a hard time learning how to budget on just one salary. As a recruiter for one of the local financial services firms, I don’t make a lot of money. I am getting better at budgeting, but I still feel the hard pinch of learning to support myself on my own for the first time. That doesn’t mean I can’t dream about having my own boat one day. I am just starting to put a little bit of money away towards it.
Alyssa is dressed to the nines. She always is, but after she agreed to drive out to the marina this afternoon, she kept me waiting for over an hour so she could get herself all dolled-up. She is already very attractive, with shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes and a slender figure. She’s always tan too. I suppose that she has a lot of time to sunbathe since she doesn’t work. Now that she’s dressed to hunt, she is simply stunning. I will never look as spectacular in a sundress as she does. She’s got an awesome body and fills out every inch of her cute little blue sundress perfectly. I always have problems buying clothes. I am only 5’2” and very petite, except my chest is a little bigger than the rest of me, proportionately. It’s not too extreme, but it’s enough so that if I wear a sundress that fits nicely on the rest of me, the material that covers my chest gets very tight and uncomfortable and makes it look like I tried to squeeze my boobs into my clothes.
Besides my clothing challenges, I guess the rest of me is okay. I like my wavy red hair and the way it contrasts with my green eyes. There are very few natural redheads, and I like that it makes me a little unique in that way. I have been told I am good looking, but I don’t think I am a knockout like Alyssa.
As we stroll along the pier, I point out different sailboats to Alyssa. She seems bored out of her mind, and her eyes keep straying over to the marina restaurant. Sometimes I catch her eyeing the area where the really large yachts sit, some as tall as three decks. I can tell she is interested in going over there, but there are not any sailboats in that part of the marina.
John:
Jimmy Buffett is singing one of my favorites,” Why Would You Want to go Back Home” as I start to clean the rail off in preparation for the last coat of varnish.
Standing up and stretching, I take a long swallow of my ice cold beer. God that tastes so good. I notice my arms are as dark as the amber glass of the Sam Adams. Chuckling to myself, I remember my doctor keeps advising me, “Stay out of the sun and wear plenty of sunscreen.” It doesn’t seem to matter what level of sunscreen I wear; out on the water I turn dark.
The stereo changes disks and another Buffett song starts playing, “Fins.” I do a little quick step as I grab the side stay and swing around on the deck. My foot slips out from under me and it is all I can do to keep from tumbling overboard. As I catch my balance, I observe the two ladies watching me.
The blond is stunning but has this look on her face like she has so many other better things to do. I know her type, she thinks her shit doesn’t stink and believes she is better than everyone else. If she is handled right can be real wild in the sack but will empty your wallet real quick.
The red head is just as attractive, and she has a cute smile that says she is amused but not laughing at me. I don’t know what it is, but there is something about Red that really attracts my interest. She doesn’t seem to be like Blondie….Here we go again.
I pull off my cap, doing a quick bow like I had planned the stumble all along. Pulling another beer from the ice bucket, I hold it out as an offering. "Hello! John is the name, sailing and stumbling is my game.” I push my sunglasses up with one finger. “Would you ladies care to join me for a cold one?”
While they are deciding, I check to see if there are any rings.
I will not play with any married women! Rule 1.
Joanna:
As Alyssa and I walk along, I hear Jimmy Buffett music coming from a few slips away. I love Jimmy Buffett, and his music always puts me in a good mood. Glancing around to see which boat the music is being played from, I spot a sailboat called The Passing Fanny. On board, I spot a guy with his shirt off, very tan, with a baseball hat and a hairline beard, working on the teak.
Alyssa nudges me, pointing in a different direction, and whispers, “Let’s go over there, to where the larger boats are. I bet the guys on this side aren’t nearly as rich as the ones in that other section."
I glare at her for a second. God, she’s terrible. No wonder her husband divorced her. All she seems to think about is money and things. It’s pretty obvious, too, just by looking at her. From her Coach purse to her Steve Madden heels, Alyssa seems to be all about how much things cost and what brand they are. I am not sure how long I will be hanging out with this new friend of mine if she keeps acting like this.
I look back towards the sailboat with the guy playing Jimmy Buffett music. Suddenly, he breaks out into a little dance. As he grabs a side stay and swings himself around on the deck, he appears to lose his footing, and comes close to falling overboard! I hold my breath for a second, watching. Thankfully, he regains his balance quickly. He sees us watching him and pulls off his cap, bowing with a flourish. I stifle a giggle. He’s actually pretty cute. Alyssa looks bored.
The next thing I know, the guy calls out to us, delivering a line that makes me laugh out loud: “Hello, John is the name, sailing and stumbling is my game. Would you ladies care to join me for a cold one?”
John:
Blondie just looks at me like I’m something she wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole. Her face really gives her away. She isn’t about to waste her time with some bum working for beer money….and I bet she believes beer is for peasants.
I can’t blame her though, my jean shorts are torn and my t-shirt hanging on the rail is stained from working. God I do love not living up to the image people expect of me. I moved here ten years ago from New England and started investing in real estate. I have worked real hard, took some chances and made something of myself, but I don’t like dressing and playing the part.
Now Red doesn’t seem to be anything like her friend. There appears to be softness, and something refreshing about her. I thought she was going to burst out laughing just now, not at me, but with me. She has a great smile and the way the sun is shining from behind her shows off a real nice figure. There is also something else about her that I find captivating; I intend to find out what it is.
I extend my hand to assist them aboard. Figure if I want to get to know Red I'll need to tolerate Blondie for a little bit.
“Welcome aboard the “Passing Fanny,” looking directly at the blond, “I do have permission as it is my boat.”
Joanna:
John the stumbling sailor slides his sunglasses higher up on his nose, and holds out his hand to help us board. I decide to take him up on his offer for a cold one. He seems like a nice guy, and he’s funny, too. I grab his hand and he assists me on board. He turns to help Alyssa up next. Alyssa lets him help her onto the boat, but I can tell she’d rather be someplace else.
“My name is Joanna,” I say, “And this is my friend Alyssa.”
Looking around the sailboat, I see that this one looks like it has a lower section with a galley and possibly living quarters.
“Great boat!” I tell him. I wonder if he’s single, or whether he has a girlfriend. But first and foremost, I wonder how can I get him to take me out for a sail?
John:
Extending my hand first to Joanna and helping her on board, I feel a spark of electricity as she takes it. Turning to Alyssa, I help her aboard. Nothing.
As I hand the drinks to them I look directly at Joanna. “It’s a real pleasure meeting both of you. What brings you two lovely ladies down to the docks today? Do you know somebody here, or are you out window shopping for your new boat?”
Studying and appraising my new arrivals.
Alyssa is stunning; she has shoulder length blond hair that is curled in a little at the bottom. Brown bedroom eyes, small nose and pouty thin lips. Her makeup is perfectly applied. Her breasts are large and not in proportion to her slim trim figure. They are probably enhanced. Her thin dress stops about four inches above her knees. Her legs are firm and very well formed. She is real sharp, but she does look out of place for just being here and relaxing. Alyssa is good looking and she knows it. She looks more like she is on the hunt for a guy. There is a hardness about her that you can see in her eyes.
Joanna is equally stunning. Her red hair runs down around her face, framing it and stops just at the swell of her breasts. Her green eyes have a twinkle of laughter in them. Her dazzling smile really gets my attention. Slim tight waist, and, like her friend, very well defined legs. Unlike Alyssa, her makeup is simple. She knows she is good looking but doesn’t worry about it. She looks much more at home down here and I know she isn’t hunting. At least not right now.
They are both extremely good looking but Joanna has a quality about her that can drag a guy in before he even knows he is even there. Of the two, Joanna is the better package. And I know I felt that something when I took her hand.
Wonder how I can split them up? At least get to know Red a little and ask her out? Wonder if she has a boyfriend? Well, no ring; fair game.
I shake my head as I reach for another beer. Here we go again,
“It's too nice of a day for working, anyone up for a sail around the bay?”
Joanna:
When John suggests a sail around the bay, I get so excited that I enthusiastically accept on behalf of both Alyssa and myself, forgetting to ask whether Alyssa also approves of the idea of leaving the dock. “That sounds like fun!” I reply. “We would love that. I have been learning to sail, and I just finished taking a few lessons. It would be really fantastic to see what sailing is like on a boat that is bigger than a pram!”
Alyssa in the meantime, is studying John intently. “What do you do for a living?” She asks him bluntly. My god, she’s direct. I know why she asked, too. Here we go, I think…...
At first I had thought Alyssa was studying John so hard because he’s good looking, but now I believe it’s because she is sizing him up for some other reason. I could certainly study him harder too, if I wasn’t concerned about being rude, because he is very handsome. When he had pulled off his baseball cap by way of introduction, I had seen he had a full head of brown hair, same color as his hairline beard. He wears it a little longer in the back, so I can still see it even with the hat back on. Nice body too, the kind where you don’t mind that he’s working with his shirt off like he is right now….tight chest and abs, taut muscular arms, but not the bulky muscular kind like the guys who pump iron at the gym. This is real muscle, the kind that comes from being athletic and active. He’s got a great tan, too, a deep brown color that you only get from being out on the water a lot. I can’t tell what color his eyes are, since he’s got the sunglasses on, but I like everything else I see.
“I dabble in real estate” John says, answering Alyssa’s question. He starts stowing away the varnishing supplies he had been using on the teak.
I wonder what he’s thinking. Alyssa sounded like a shark in a tank hunting for live bait just now.
Alyssa keeps staring at him, as if she is trying to figure something out. Suddenly, her whole demeanor changes, her blue eyes seem to light up, and she looks interested for the first time. “I think I know who you are,” she says. “Aren’t you John Walker?”
Casually, she adjusts her skimpy little blue sundress to show off even more skin, pushing the top down a bit so her cleavage peeks out more generously than before. Even her breasts look completely tan (I swear she tans in the nude, but I am not sure where. Certainly not at the apartment complex’s community pool). I watch Alyssa make herself more comfortable against the rail of the boat, letting it push up the hem of her dress a little as she leans back, exposing her long tan legs. It’s all I can do to contain myself and not just roll my eyes in annoyance at her behavior. She’s acting ridiculous if you ask me. I wonder if John will be one of those guys who falls for something like this.
“We would love to go for a sail,” She purrs. Since when does Alyssa care about boating? Just last week she was complaining how sailing would mess up her hair. Give me a break…
“I think I know some friends of yours, Holly and Richard Winning.” she prattles on. “That is, if you’re John Walker. I think I have seen you at some of their parties.”
John:
“Yes, I’m John Walker.” Gazing out onto the bay, “The wind is blowing about 12 to 15 knots; we should have a nice relaxing time out on the water.”
Turning to Alyssa, “I have been to a few of their parties but sorry I don’t remember you being there, I guess I just didn’t notice you.” I remember you all right….You had a few too many and made a major pass at Richard…...you're real lucky Holly didn’t catch up with you.
Joanna pitches in and assists me with stowing everything away in preparation of sailing. I start the motor and direct the girls to release the dock lines. Sliding the motor into gear we pull out of the slip and navigate out to the channel towards the bay.
“The first rule on a sailboat; whenever you are moving around, always use one hand for the boat. Sometimes the boat will lean after we have the sails up, and I don’t want to lose anybody overboard.”
Looking at both Alyssa and Joanna, “There is sunscreen and more beverages down below. I know you both have good tans but you should apply some anyways, the sun can be brutal out here.”
“John, I will need you to apply it on my back. You wouldn’t mind would you?” Alyssa purrs, cocks her head to one side and slides her tongue slowly over her lips.
“Sounds like a tough job, but I guess somebody needs to do it,” I say, complying. Turning to Joanna. “What about you? Would you like some help too?” Sometimes my life can be hell.
As we enter the Bay, I turn the boat into the wind. “Joanna, you said you had some experience...take the wheel while I go forward and raise the Mainsail, just keep it pointed directly into the wind.” As I start to go forward, “Alyssa, Would you go down below and fetch me another beer from the fridge? Grab whatever you two want. The sunscreen is on the shelf over the galley sink.” Moving back to the cockpit, I retake the wheel from Joanna, adjust the line for the mainsail, and shut off the motor. The boat leans to one side as the wind catches in the sail.
I look at Joanna and smile as she sits down on the cushion and pulls her legs under her. “Now this is the only way to travel,” she says to me. She appears to be real happy and looks right at home on the boat.
As the sails catch the wind better, the boat leans further to the side. From down below we hear a loud crash and then Alyssa cussing like a seasoned sailor. I look down the hatch and Alyssa is sprawled out on her back on the galley floor. Her dress is bunched up around her waist. She did manage to save one beer; the other is emptying all over her ample chest. From my vantage point it is very obvious she isn’t wearing a bra. She looks like she is proudly showing off her voluptuous breasts.
“Looks like the party has begun...we are having a wet t-shirt contest already,” I joke.
Joanna:
I hear Alyssa swearing uncontrollably. It sounds like she ran into some big trouble down below. Standing up, I make my way over to the hatch and look down into the cabin to see Alyssa in a most compromising position. Her dress is completely soaked with beer and is riding completely up over her hips, exposing her probably very expensive silk panties to us. I can’t help it, but I start laughing.
“Are you okay Alyssa?” I call down to her as I catch my breath.
“This is not funny!” Alyssa snaps, steadying herself back onto her feet. Her sundress, which was made of very thin material, hides nothing now. She’s not wearing a bra of course, so her nipples are visibly dark against the wet material and now I know what John meant about the wet t-shirt contest. Alyssa stands there fuming, trying to regain her composure. Then, she suddenly seems to remember she has been trying to impress John and her manner softens. I guess she forgot that he’s been watching her for a second. She smooths her hands across her wet dress suggestively and twitters, “I mean …. (Fake giggle) …...I guess it’s maybe a little funny. I mean, here I am, such a mess all of a sudden!” What a transformation. She looks past me and calls, “Oh, John, any way you could help out a girl in distress?” I wait with bated breath to see if she will bat her eyelashes, too. She does!
John:
I glance around to make sure there are no other boats or obstacles in our path. “Joanna, it appears I need you to take command of the wheel again. I need to make sure the only thing damaged with your friend is her pride. Don’t worry, all you need to do is just keep us on this heading and you will be quite fine.”
“OK, but I am a little nervous...please hurry back.”
I give Joanna a reassuring squeeze as I move from behind the wheel.
When I get below Alyssa is standing there, still holding one can of beer. Her dress is soaked from the other one, the thin wet fabric clinging to her large firm breasts. I can easily see the full outline of her erect nipples pressing against the fabric like headlamps pointing the way.
Standing directly in front of her, taking in the scene, I place my hand on her shoulders. “Ok, first thing we need to determine is, are you alright? Is there anything else hurting you besides your pride?”
Alyssa smiles suggestively. “I did land hard on my butt. You might want to inspect that much closer to make sure everything is fine. We wouldn’t want to take any chances now would we?” she purrs suggestively.
I gather the two beers, tossing the empty one in the trash and handing the other up to Joanna.
Alyssa is, for all practical purposes naked. She is very, very tempting.
Smarten Up for Christ’s sake….…..You just got away from one exactly like her!
Alyssa is like a lot of women in the singles scene today. All she cares about is herself and her lifestyle. She fully believes she is what she has. She wants somebody to take care of her and support the lifestyle she thinks she deserves. She doesn’t care about anybody except herself, and screw everyone else. Basically, a waste of skin. These kinds of women suck you in and drain you dry. Women like Alyssa, and the one I just got away from, taint the perceptions of men towards women. The last one got past my radar….guess I was thinking with the wrong head…..they are like the name of my boat...Passing Fanny.
Why is Joanna hanging out with her? She doesn’t appear to be like her….there is something about her that seems …..I don’t know…..refreshing? Or is my radar not working? Well, let’s just play along and see what happens….
To Alyssa, “Unless you are planning to prance around like that, or go naked for the rest of the sail, we need to find something for you to put on.” Turning to the rear cabin. “I think we might have something back here….watch your head on the beam.”
I know just the outfit for her.
As we enter the Captains quarters, I snatch up a towel from the shelf and hand it to her. I rummage through my closet, hunting for a particular t-shirt that I have, for Alyssa to wear. Finding the one, a size-large that says ‘When I Drink I Screw Up’ (This should be perfect for her); I turn back to Alyssa and hand it to her. Alyssa has removed her dress and is posing there with just her panties on and extending the towel out to me.
With a very suggestive smile, she asks, “Could you help me dry off, please?”
I stand there, drinking in her voluptuous body with my eyes. She has a body most men would fall over themselves trying to get to. About 5’-4” tall, 110 lbs. soaking wet ,literally, very firm looking body, C-cup size breasts with straight firm nipples protruding forward. As my gaze moves very slowly up, past her breasts to her face, she slowly slides her tongue over her lips.
Goddamn she is very, very tempting. I mentally smack myself hard on the back of my head.
Speaking in as calm and controlled a voice as possible. “Alyssa, you are really a beautiful and very tempting woman. Another time and place, and I don’t think I could resist you. I just got out of a relationship and need time…..I know you understand. Under the circumstances, I think it would best if I didn’t…… nothing personal….. It’s me... not you, sorry.” Besides the one I just got rid of is just like you and I think your friend will be a lot more fun and not try to empty my wallet on the second date. At least I am hoping Joanna is different.
Suddenly Joanna yells out “John, I need some help! There is another boat directly in our path, what should I do?”
I break from Alyssa, tossing her the t-shirt, and quickly make my way topside. I immediately look forward to the bow and see that there is another sailboat directly in our path about 500 feet away.
I rapidly move behind Joanna, take the wheel, release the line for the mainsail and turn the boat hard to port. Joanna still hasn’t moved from behind the wheel. Her hands are clenched tightly on it. My arms need to go around her so I can maneuver the boat. As the boat comes around and the course is now safe, I pick up Joanna’s beer and take a refreshing pull, saying, “Good call! I shouldn’t have left you alone for so long,” Chuckling a little. "But if you wanted a hug all you needed to do was ask.”
As the wind catches the sail and the boat leans and cuts into the waves, we hear another crash from down below. More muttering and cursing floats up to us as Alyssa takes another tumble. She rushes through the hatchway looking really pissed; hair all messed up and her makeup all smeared and running. As she comes into the cockpit, pulling down the t-shirt with the “When I drink I screw up” slogan on the front, Alyssa addresses me in a very demanding and snotty tone: “OK, I have had it, bring us back to the dock, NOW!” Flopping herself down on the cushion. “This has been the trip from hell, we are leaving!”
My arms are still around Joanna as I steer the boat. “Joanna, your call, what do you think? We could let her swim back.”
Joanna:
I laugh at John’s comment. I am pretty tired of Alyssa and want to be free of her. Plus, I am feeling sorry for her in that pathetic T-shirt. If somebody had given that to me, I at least would have turned it inside-out and put it on backwards! Better to have the stupid tag showing than that slogan she’s advertising on the front right now, Even if it might be true.
“Let’s return her back to the dock,” I say, barely hesitating. "The only problem is Alyssa drove here. I am going to need a ride home though, if I go back out and she leaves.”
“That can be arranged….and will be my pleasure.”
I realize I am really pleased about that. John’s strong tan arms feel nice around me while he has the wheel. I can’t recall the last time I really enjoyed having a man’s arms around me. Not lately, that’s for sure. Not in a long time. A tingle of excitement runs through me. I haven’t been alone with a man I was really attracted to in a long time. The realization strikes me that anything could happen, but I am tired of living under a rock anyways. I have only gone out on a few dates with a couple different men since my divorce, and nothing came of it. Those men were people I either already knew or I was introduced to them by mutual friends trying to play matchmaker. Except for Alyssa, none of my friends know John. He isn’t anything like somebody my friends would set me up with; he appears to be a bit of a playboy. However, I am not planning on letting much of anything happen when we go back out on the water alone. At least not too much…..
Her seduction act thwarted, Alyssa is looking pissed. She flops down childishly on the deck, pouting. She slugs a huge amount of beer back from her bottle and looks sullenly out at the water.
“We’re going to take you back to the pier,” I call to her.
“Good,” she snorts ungraciously. She takes another swig of beer. Her blonde hair is sticking out on one side as the wind pushes it around. I guess she must have had so much hairspray on it that when it got wet, the spray got sticky and forced it to go all wrong. Well so much for expensive hair spray being any better than the cheap stuff like Aqua Net.
“She is going to get plastered if she is not careful,” John tells me.
“Oh, that’s okay. There are quite a few guys at our apartment complex that she can call to pick her up if she finds she can’t drive,” I explain to John. “She’s told me that she has had them pick her up from places before if she’s had too much to drink.” Alyssa seems to have developed a following at the complex. It’s as if every single guy in the development wants to impress her. I am sure I know why.
John is running under power back to the pier because the wind is not blowing in the right direction, but it will take us a little longer still to get back. Alyssa continues to perch on the seat and drink. I observe her opening another beer. She is only about 107 pounds and I can tell she is getting drunk.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” she whines as we slowly approach the pier.
“That’s down below,” John instructs. “Don’t forget, one hand on the boat at all times,”
Alyssa rises unsteadily to her feet, swaying as the boat rolls to the starboard side. She grabs at the rail, and I realize she is swaying more than the boat should be making her.
“I do think she’s drunk,” I whisper to John.
John says he’ll take the wheel so I can assist Alyssa. I go down below with her, and assist her to the head. She stumbles against me as the boat lists again.
“I’m fine!” She snaps. “Just go back up topside and leave me alone.”
“Are you sure?”
“Go,” she slurs at me, waving her hand at me dismissively.
I climb back up to the deck trying not to laugh, and notice John watching me, his eyes twinkling. I realize he is trying to contain himself too. We hear the door to the small bathroom slam shut hard below, punctuated by more cursing from Alyssa, and suddenly we both burst out laughing.
John:
I drop the mainsail and proceed back to the marina under power. Alyssa wants Joanna to leave with her but it doesn’t appear that is going to be the case.
The more alcohol Alyssa consumes the less attractive she becomes. Booze affects people differently. Some get giddy and talkative. It can lower their inhibitions. Others, like Alyssa, just become mean and nasty. I learned a long time ago you can never argue or reason with a drunk. The best thing to do with them is distance yourself as fast as possible. Joanna has had a couple drinks too; she appears to be a more cheerful type of drinker. Her manner is becoming more relaxed. I hope it stays that way.
If I had been alone with Alyssa, the outcome would not have changed; I will not tolerate mean drunks around me.
The more Alyssa drinks, the more surely she becomes. I know I should probably shut her off but every time she goes for another beer I get a real good shot of her butt. Just because I don’t particularly like her doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate a well formed ass.
I am hopeful Joanna still desires to go back out once we return her friend to the dock. Watching her closely as she moves more confidently around the boat, I see the sun shining through her thin dress, outlining her voluptuous body. Her body is the kind I would really like to take my time exploring. Every time she looks my way her whole demeanor is alive; the way she walks and the radiance of her face...I am looking so forward to finding out just how alive she can be.
Approaching the marina, I view the main docks to determine which one would be best for us to pull into so we can drop off Alyssa. I grab the handheld radio and call the dock master on channel 16. “Bill old buddy, this is the Passing Fanny. I need to pull into the fueling dock on the right side for a quick drop off. Could you have one of the guys there ready to grab a line?” I key off and listen as Bill answers a resounding OK. Keying the mike again, “Bill, you really want to handle this one yourself.” Glancing at how Alyssa is dressed. “Trust me on this one.”
“Joanna, take the line on the bow, wrap it around the cleat and make ready to toss it to Bill when we pull up to the dock, He will take it from there.”
As we approach the dock Bill is standing there with four other guys. He raises his hand to signify who to toss the line to.
Cutting back on the power, sliding it into reverse to halt the forward momentum of the boat, I see Bill with a big ass grin on his face. I was paying such close attention to docking I didn’t notice Alyssa come topside, but I guess Bill did see her. “Joanna, toss the line to the gentleman with his hand up and his mouth wide open.”
After we dock and Bill ties us off, I turn to assist Alyssa off the boat. Unfortunately, the deck of the boat is about three feet higher than the dock. Alyssa is standing there in the T-shirt, which doesn’t cover much of anything, holding her bunched up dress in one hand and her designer handbag in the other.
I help her over the side as Bill grabs hold of her, chuckling “John, are you ever going to learn?” I just shrug as Alyssa’s T-shirt rides up when she slides off the side of the boat to the dock.
“Alyssa, what the hell, you look like something the cat dragged in!” somebody yells from the dock. I look over and see an old friend, Harry Sanderling, standing there, laughing real hard.
I watch Alyssa with amusement as she turns real white, grabs her stomach, bends over, and starts throwing up into the water. Everyone is trying not to laugh, but we all lose it when she drops her handbag and it sinks into the harbor.
“Harry, could you help me here? I guess you know her, and she needs some assistance. I have my hands full right now and I couldn’t think of a better man for the job than you.” Glancing at Alyssa kneeling on the dock. “I think she might have had one too many and shouldn’t be allowed to drive.” Gazing at where her purse fell in and seeing a few air bubbles break the surface. “I don’t think she has her car keys any longer.”
“Joanna, would you still like to go back out? I would like to have your company but if you feel you should attend to your friend I understand.”
Shouting to Alyssa; “You can keep the shirt, I have more! Take care ….. It was a pleasure meeting you!”
Alyssa will not be forgotten by any of the guys on the dock anytime soon!
Joanna looks at me with a wide smile, “Alyssa is really just fine, I would love to go back out and enjoy some sailing with you.”
“Bill, when you stop laughing would you release the line so I can get out of the way of the other boat that needs to get in here?”
Joanna:
I probably seem like a really poor friend, but honestly, I am glad to be rid of Alyssa. The more time I spend with her the more I think she’s somebody I don’t much like and have even less in common with. She is possibly a person I can hang out with once in a while for this weird time in my life when I am trying to figure out what it means to be single again. Had Alyssa been somebody I actually liked and cared about, I probably would have given up the opportunity to continue sailing with John and assisted to my friend. But I have also seen how Alyssa treats her other friends, and I don’t think I treated her any different than what she herself would have done to me. Call me shallow, or call me selfish, but I deserve to have some fun in this life once in a while, and the chance to sail on this Irwin yacht with this new and handsome man was something I decided to do for myself. My mind is made up.
John:
John:
Bill unties the boat, tosses me the line and John operates the boat with the motor on until we’re clear of the other boats trying to get in. While John steers, I stow the bow and stern lines. As we motor back out of the channel, I ask John, “Why is your boat called The Passing Fanny?”
“It’s just a play on words. Most things in life, at least in mine, are a passing fancy…..You get interested in something for a while then something else takes your interest and replaces it”….I know better than to tell her the real play on words for me…..Love is just a passing fanny.
Joanna:
Once we hit the bay, John has me take the wheel again while he raises the mainsail. The wind is just right today and gives the sails the push they need to set us off flying. The sun is high in a clear blue sky, and the water sparkles at me all around. As the boat picks up speed, I feel the wind blowing my hair back from my face and I can hear it sliding through the sails. I feel the boat hitting the waves as it slices through the water, smell the salty air, and feel myself relaxing. Relaxing and enjoying.
“There are some real nice little islands we can sail around,” John suggests. “A lot of the time you can see dolphins there.”
“I would love to see that,” I say.
John knows the course, and sets the boat in that direction. He comes up behind me as I am steering and takes the wheel, controlling the boat with me.
“You handle a boat real nice,” he tells me. “I can tell you took some lessons.”
“I really do enjoy it,” I reply.
He is standing right up against me, his tan muscular arms on either side of me, guiding the wheel. I can feel his body, hard with muscles, lined up directly behind mine. It feels nice to be close to this man. Kind of exciting too. It has been so long since I had feelings like this. A small thrill runs through me as I remember he is really almost a stranger, and it is just me and him out here on the water alone.
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