It was a hot summer day that August. My body slippery and glistening from persperation as i'd just finished my task of pulling anchor
. I was young. A young woman perched up near the starbord bow, legs dangling over the gunnel and between them a station.
The evening breeze was gentle and I sat and enjoyed the steady rhythmic rolling and pounding as the bow broke wave upon wave. Still, with the breeze kissing my skin, I felt no relief from the heat.
Then I spotted him. There, left amidships on the bullwork and tied securely to the topsides hand holds. Tan and I guess about 5 gallons in size. He was mine to have. A helpless slave to me, no hope of escape. I would use him to my liking!
I rose up, hot and almost breathless to lay claim upon him. With a devious smirk I grabbed at him, embraced him momentarily in my right arm as my left hand had hold of the starbord shroud
. Then very unceremoniously, I threw him over the side.
Just as swiftly I began to retrieve him. Hand over hand, pulling upon his wet and slppery line until I once again had my arm around him, pressed against my belly and groin.
Then I sat on the cabin
top and lowered him slowly between my legs. I bent over him, and with both hands lifted him above my head
and poured his contents upon my scorching flesh.
I was soaking wet and in total ecstasy. I unleashed him from his bindings. Closed him up in the cockpit
Then I layed upon the fore deck
. Exhausted and cooled as the warm breeze and sun carressed and dried my skin.