An hour of motoring directly into the teeth of the east-south-easterly wind, we were three miles offshore and hoisting sail. I made our course north o... east under sail in order to get well off the coast. Close-hauled, we were making about four knots – pretty good, really – but it was two full days before we were making significant progress towards our intended destination. The wind continued to strengthen and veer, and we were in waterproofs whilst on watch against the frequent showers and salt. I follow my footsteps carefully in reverse order. Our breath becomes audible and grows to almost quiet, humming chants as the sky is darkening. I pull her close to my chest and her hair falls onto my cheek. Her fingernails move over my upper back like birds on a like, and the ripples move through my body like the shimmering water. I kiss her skin and caress her hips gently as I rise to my feet to meet her. There we stand. Lip to lip. Skin to skin. Toe to toe. I brush her hair back with my. Despite herself, my mother gasped at the sight of my erect cock. I stood 6’2” and my dick was proportional to my height; it was a good 8” long and pretty thick. “ Oh my God look at the size of it,” she whispered in awe. " I’ll be gentle,” I replied, using my knee to pry her thighs apart. I positioned myself between her legs, feeling her body pressed against me. I also felt a heat pouring from between her thighs. I pressed the tip of my cock against the opening of her vagina. She was dripping. And you?’ ‘Wonderful.’ ‘I was wondering if perhaps we might have a cocktail sometime.’ I took it as a social invitation, and might have turned him down for at that time I had no lack of potential dates and John, after all, was married. But I’d enjoyed my moment with him, and so agreed to meet him in the lobby of the Gouverneur Morris for nothing more than a glass of wine. The assignation was filled with conversation, other than the handshake as we sat and departed there was a complete lack of.