I was sitting at the couch and she started cooking and washed some utensils, I couldn’t help noticing her long sexy legs and those bare thighs which...were revealed because of her mini skirt. With the flowing air, her skirt used to rise and it was also raising my dick, I felt an urge to touch her but somehow controlled my feelings. Soon she was done with her sandwich making and we ate them with some of red wine. She again went to make dinner for us and again I started staring at her thighs, this. Her voice had a peculiar flat note to it that he hadn't heard before."What?" he asked."Nothing," she said. "I'm happy for you." I guess so," he said."It sounds like you don't want to go on vacation," she said."I just wasn't expecting it. It kind of came out of the blue. That's all." And all you could think about was going to visit the Grand Canyon," she said. That flat tone was back in her voice."Well? Where else should I go?" You're asking me? I've never been anywhere, Bob. I left Texas and. Our feeling was that as long as the craziness was just between us--there were no limits: fantasies, toys, role-playing, and everything else. There was nothing too "out there" to try once--as long as it was just between us.This particular Saturday, Sarah and I had planned to go out sailing on our new yacht. It was a simple yacht--as far as yachts go--with a small cockpit and simple living quarters down below consisting of two small bunks and a meager galley. The boat was how I rewarded myself. She snuggled a bit and laid her head on my shoulder. Her right hand found the bend of my elbow and rested there and she sighed as we settled in.My mind and eyes wandered over the forbidden possibilities. I felt guilty again as her body aroused something in me. Such a beautiful girl laying at my side but I could do nothing but try and throttle my longing. My eyes fell to her nipples again. I pictured them naked. My cock began to wake. I shook the thought from my mind.We lay still throughout.