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“Hold the ladder. Use a firm grip.” She looked puzzled, but listened and did exactly what I told her. “Use both hands to pull yourself up as you
climb. If you do not your going swimming.” Puzzled or not she was laughing again. “You said a blanket on the beach. You are making me work for my drinks.” She giggled, “We are
going to get arrested for trust passing or what ever you call it. I’ll have a count of nudity added to my rap sheet or haven’t you noticed I’m not wearing clothes.” I had noticed. “I’m directly under you, I’ve noticed.” What I did not tell her was I would rather be looking at her beautiful face, but her beaver was almost touching my nose.
Fredric or as I called him Captain Fred had noticed too. By the look on his face he was having a hell of a time noticing. He was sipping a cocktail on the aft deck of his yacht with a grin from ear to ear. “I say old boy do you have an extra or maybe I can borrow some Grey Pupont. I did not get to the store. But I see you have been shopping.” Captain Fred had been sharing the same dock with me for a few months. Since then we had become friends. “Fred don’t embarrass us we lost our clothes at Cucamonga.” Porsche reached the top of the aft cockpit, and finally looked at the voice. She posed in a way that emphasized her figure, especially her breasts. She was right on target Captain Fred was a tit man. “One hell of a climb. Do you know the owner of this ship?” The climb was straight up equal to a flight of stairs. I could her the glass click on the table as I boarded. “Well meet the Captain
after we dress. Don’t mean to be rude but we have a pressing matter.” Fred toasted to us. “I wish you twins.”
Porsche wrapped her body around me. She pressed her head into my chest, which muffled her words. I kissed the top of her head. “I only stopped for
another bottle of Champaign. There is a fifty-bottle wine cellar in the galley.” Her passion was irresistible as she held me tighter against her warm body. I lifted her into my arms and entered the through the salon door. “Welcome to Splash,
another magical island. My magical place I call it home. Here eyes opened wide as I set her down on the soft white thick carpet. “The yacht is dreamy, so cozy.” I was impressed with her comfort level. She was relaxed with her nudity. She was magnificent, possessing her perfectly proportioned figure. She walked around in a full circle till she reached me. Holding two hands we kissed. Her low sexy voice said, “you
brought me to your enchanted cottage.”
I had dozens of guest shirts and found an extra large to cover her like a mini-mini skirt. She playfully pointed to the embroidered name Splash on her round firm right breast pointing upward. Splash never looked so good. “We will take the tour later. It is time for Champaign. Carry the platter. We can view the sunset from the bow." The cork popped and hit the yachts ceiling.
“You really are a magician. You said magic and you delivered Splash.” I had a bottle in one hand, two long stemmed glasses in the other and a woman wrapping herself around my body. “Pick up the tray. You are in for one of natures wonders.”
The bow of the yacht was long. I had installed two large sun pads just for sun goddesses. We toasted to a rare day, and a growing friendship. Porsche had a mouth full of caviar, as the large fireball suddenly drop. It extinguished in a minute in the sea. “It is breathtaking to watch. I never saw a sunset like this before. You have given me all my wishes. I want one more.”
“Don’t ask me to be a magician or your genie.” I kissed her and rested my head on a pillow. “Everything we want is possible. My company motto
is our only limitation is our imagination.” She relaxed her body on top of mine and held my face in her hands. Her kisses were warm and emotional. She nibbled on my ear and spoke in a whisper. “Anything you want. I’m going to give you anything you want. Make three wishes. Anything you want. My only limitation is your imagination.” I said, "Just another wonderful day in paradise. Lets relax while I dream a wish." It was a hell of a day. I met a friend who was now my lover.
I was conscious again as she performed a woman’s snake chant. It could have been my first wish. She was fantastic. I did not say a word as the
second hand on my watch moved the minute hand and the minute hand moved the hour hand. I finally spoke, “the only limitation is imagination. You have imagination.” My words seemed to stimulate her. She chanted to the rhythms of my body. The
effect on the sun pad was a playpen filled with a women's beauty. Starring at the ocean had blurred my vision. My Porsche found our playpen private and comfortable. She did not have a care in the world and let her imagination run wild. Her imagination stimulated me. Her chant excited me
The playpen was no stranger to lost inhabitations. Often bikini tops disappeared and sometimes the bottoms vanished. The fly bridge of the yacht was the piloting station and had a second icemaker mini bar. Margaritas were the choice drink, probably because you looked down at the Margarita tribe on the bow displaying their natural charms.
I regained consciousness from my dream state and poured the Perrier-Jouey, Fleur De Champagre. Porsche massaged me as she spoke. “First you take me boating in a canoe. You
bring me to a place found only in a Beach Boys song. Then you bring me to a yacht with a magical name. The yacht resembles an enchanted cottage on the water. You gave me natures beauty, a ball of fire that splashes into the water. I saw the
sun melt. Then I get to adore your muscular body." rolling my fingers over your six ring waist. I cannot resist kissing your body." Her
serious side spoke. "Please ask me to do something for you. You have captured me. I might never get away from you.”
She kissed me, slowly put her mouth over my six-pack, and sensually used the points of her fingertips to excite me. “Why try to get away? Why should I ask you for more?” I relaxed as
she took charge of the playpen and I expressed my thoughts. “I have seen the sun set a hundred times before, and I am still amazed by our solar system. Maybe one day we can take a flight into space and watch an eclipse from another angle.” She maneuvered into another
position resting her head on my shoulder with one arm around me. “Is life this simple?” I answered her philosophically, “yes.”
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