Read Dreams Take Flight Online
Authors: Jim Dalton
“When I’m here, I feel the same way.”
“Why don’t you come more often?”
“Summer school and other stuff.”
“Do you come down by yourself?” Heather asked.
“Usually. Why? Who would I bring, Mike?”
“What about me? I’m available.”
“If you recall, we just started seeing each other.”
“I know, but I didn’t even know you had a boat. This isn’t how I see you. I think of you as someone who talks and thinks in hundreds of miles per hour and thousands of feet—someone talking about the city you went to yesterday and the city you’re going to tomorrow.”
“I understand what you’re saying, but this place is different. Listen. What do you hear?”
Heather responded with a crisp, “Nothing.”
“Exactly. This place is like heaven on earth! It’s my escape; it’s where I come and don’t need to think about anything. I can just relax, and if I choose to be mentally engaged, I make plans for the future, or whatever. Generally I come down, go to the bar like we did tonight, and then just kick back on the boat and cook something on the pit and people watch for a day or two.”
“What else don’t I know about you?”
“Hard to say; I’m still discovering who I am. It’s late; want to hit the sack or sit on the back of the boat and watch the stars? Speaking of which, ever see so many stars?”
“No, the sky is beautiful. How many stars do you think are up there, a billion?”
“Hard to say, and I bet you and I will never know. What did you decide, Heather? Stay up or go to bed?”
“I am so psyched; let’s stay up.”
“You got it. It will just take a few minutes to pull the top off, and then we’ll have a clear view of the sky off the back. While I take care of the top, why don’t you make us something to drink? Also, as long as you’re going below, why don’t you bring some cheese back with you? It should be in the refrigerator.”
“What are you drinking tonight? What can I get the captain of the ship?” asked Heather.
“How about a scotch?”
“One scotch and Colby cheese on the way.”
After just a few minutes, Heather emerged from the cabin to find the back deck fully exposed to the outside world. Lucas, noticing how full Heather’s hands were, reached for his glass of scotch. Heather placed the cheese, and her glass of wine, on a small table between Lucas and the padded bench on the rear of the deck.
“Lucas, you got something I can cover my shoulders with while we’re out here? If so, I’d like to get it before I settle in.”
“Look in the closet at the bottom of the steps on the right and you’ll find an old shirt I wear when I’m washing the boat. It doesn’t look like much, but it’s clean.”
“Got it!” she yelled from inside the cabin.
This time Heather returned from the lower deck with empty hands, but she had also managed to shed her clothes and replace them with Lucas’s shirt. The shirt was an old uniform shirt that nearly reached Heather’s knees, with sleeves long enough to almost cover her hands. The shirt could be used for a night shirt, which was exactly what Heather had opted to do.
She headed for the rear bench, and perched directly in front of Lucas. She sat perpendicular to Lucas, with her bare feet on the cushion. She turned and tilted her head to the left to see Lucas. Both of her hands interlocked at her ankles, with her knees under her right cheek. Although the shirt reached her knees when standing, her seated position gave her barely enough fabric to sit on. The front of the shirt gathered in her lap, letting her beautiful, smooth legs rise above.
The deck was dimly lit, with the only light coming in from one of the yellow dock lights in front of the boat. Heather could see a rough outline of Lucas, but his face was in silhouette. To her right, Heather could see boats lining the other side of the cove.
The water was smooth and like a mirror, reflecting the dock lights, the stars, and lights coming from other boats. Since the dock light was located behind Lucas, he was able to see Heather’s features. Her eyes were intense and seemed to sparkle. Looking past Heather, Lucas could also see the boats docked on the other side of the two-hundred-foot-wide cove.
“Heather, do you have any idea how pretty, cute, and sexy you look right now? I wish I could capture your look at this moment and remember it forever. I don’t have the words to express how beautiful you are.”
“You’re just saying that because you’re horny.”
“No, I’m not. Besides, your look isn’t about me! It’s the truth.”
“So you’re not horny?”
“I may be, but that still has nothing to do with the way you look.”
“If you insist,” replied Heather. “Why don’t you go get comfortable? I’ll guard your drink.”
“That sounds like a good idea. I’ll be back in thirty seconds.” Lucas bolted for the cabin.
In Lucas’s absence, Heather took in her surroundings, still in awe. The atmosphere was so peaceful and romantic.
If I could only live like this—feel like this—every day of my life. I wonder where this relationship is going. Maybe this is it: mad, crazy sex. But what about a house, kids, or maybe a boat we both own? Back to reality, Heather. I should appreciate what I have and worry about tomorrow another day.
“See, that didn’t take long,” Lucas said upon his return. “You didn’t drink my scotch, did you?
“Nope, I said I would guard it. Besides, I never developed a taste.”
“Can I pour you another glass of wine? I thought I’d just bring the booze with me to keep us from running back and forth.”
“Damn, you pilots are smart! Sorry about that; I’m just playing with you. Please, I’m dry as a bone.”
“Heather, how much have you had to drink?”
“I said I was just playing.”
“I know, and now I’m playing with you,” retorted Lucas. “It’s so dark out here I thought I’d leave the cabin door ajar a little; at least then we’ll be able to see what we’re eating. Speaking of which, where is the cheese?”
“It’s on the table. I covered it.”
“Thanks. Heather, do you have any idea how attractive you are, the power you possess? Didn’t I just ask that question? See, you have me repeating myself.”
“Like I told you earlier, I just think you’re horny and feeling the effects of the scotch. But you can keep on telling me that if you wish.”
Lucas’s mood changed from one of conversation to one of reflection and observation. He was mesmerized by the sheer beauty of Heather, still sitting with her knees high, her unbuttoned shirt left her left nipple and her entire hip exposed. Heather’s overwhelming beauty seemed to have a hypnotic power over Lucas. Heather was inviting to Lucas without saying a word. She stared at Lucas as though speaking to his inner being. Lucas couldn’t take his eyes off of Heather. He wondered how nature could have created such a perfect body and face. Her legs were fully exposed. Lucas studied them intently, and couldn’t help but notice her pubic hair barely extending beyond her obscurely defined thigh. From there, he traced her leg as it led to her innocent baby face, with eyes that would capture the soul of any man. Lucas found himself conflicted. He didn’t know whether he should just sit there and enjoy the sight of Heather, lean over and hug her until the sun rose, or make love to her all night. Lucas recognized that feeling conflicted usually led him to do nothing, but he also knew that this wasn’t a time for indifference.
Lucas and Heather continued sipping their drinks in total silence, each wondering what the other was thinking. Heather saw this handsome, mysterious fellow, who had changed her life in a matter of months—a fellow who had made her feel alive, loved, and needed. She saw a fellow who had taught her how to appreciate lovemaking and her sexuality. She saw a hunk of a man whom she could wrap her legs around, press against his cock, and grind her hips until he begged for mercy. Heather didn’t know whether she should remain seated to enjoy watching Lucas, or if she should allow her hormones to take charge of her actions.
Lucas finally decided to seize the moment. Just watching Heather wasn’t enough. He wanted her; he wanted to be inside of her. He was already excited just being so close to this beautiful, sexy woman. Seeing her nearly naked caused his hormones to behave as though they were a part of an experiment that had gone bad. His cock was hard and struggling to escape from his loose shorts.
He rose and moved the table that had been separating them, and then scooted his chair right up to the bench, allowing only enough room for his legs. Leaning toward Heather, he began gently kissing her left ear. Lucas’s left arm slipped under and around Heather’s legs and his right arm wrapped behind her, allowing his right hand to hold her just below her right breast.
Heather, also in a heightened state of arousal, reacted to Lucas’s closeness and his touch. She lifted her head from her knees, turning her face toward Lucas.
Lucas continued exploring her face with his gentle kisses. The softness of his lips, warmth of his breath, and the scent that was uniquely his all moved Heather to a level of excitement that only sex would normally achieve. While caressing Heather with his lips, Lucas dropped his left hand down the underside of her exposed thighs.
As Lucas teased the underside of her legs with a feathery touch, he brushed the pubic hair that provided cover to the warm, wet area between her legs. Although Lucas didn’t linger in this area, he did have a brief encounter with her lips, moist even without penetration.
His touch brought Heather close to the edge. She reacted to his touch by turning her body toward Lucas. As she swiveled at the waist, her breasts became almost totally exposed, her nipples erect. She fumbled with the shirt until it dropped wide open, providing Lucas with a clear path to what both had been longing for.
Lucas continued to touch the most sensitive area between her legs. Lucas inserted a finger ever so slightly, and then withdrew it as he toyed with her lips and the softest skin surrounding her sensitive cavern. Her juices were warm and silky smooth.
Heather neared climax, but fought her erotic feelings, hoping to delay her burst into ecstasy. Lucas continued his feathery kisses on her ear and cheek, and then moved to her left breast. He gently took her hard nipple and traced around and around it with his tongue, then gently sucked. Heather arched her back and moaned with pleasure, nearly losing control.
Shifting her focus from her own pleasure to delay an orgasm, Heather slid her hand up Lucas’s leg and under his shorts, finally reaching his swollen cock. She began to fondle it, and her own excitement brought her to the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt. Her muscles tightened and her stomach and groin area quivered as waves of pleasure gushed through her body, leaving her in a temporary state of physical exhaustion, unable to move her tightened muscles.
With Lucas’s help, Heather removed his shorts. With Lucas still seated, she maneuvered herself on top of his now-exposed and very hard cock, taking direct aim at the wetness between her legs. With her left hand, she took his cock and guided it directly into her. It glided in easily and deep. Heather maneuvered to feel every inch of Lucas as deeply as possible. Lucas was on fire with his mind running wild,
Jeez she feels good, so wet and smooth! My dick feels like it will explode any minute. I wish this feeling would last forever.
The two were locked in a bear hug, pinned together by Lucas’s dick deep in Heather. The instant Lucas filled her cavity, Heather once again began to quiver as a second orgasm consumed her body. Arching her back and squeezing his dick with her love muscles, she lost control of her ability to do anything but allow her state of euphoria to pass. The only thing Heather could do was to sit there, holding Lucas while her groin pulsated with each wave of erotic energy that passed through her body.
As the impact of her orgasm began to fade, she felt driven to give Lucas the same satisfaction he had given her. She leaned away from Lucas, bracing herself on the bench cushion. She began a rhythmic motion, moving her pelvis in a circular motion, massaging Lucas’s dick buried deep inside. Lucas had been excited the moment he sat down, so it didn’t take long for him to explode in Heather, with the head of his dick pulsating against the soft, wet walls of Heather’s cavern. Lucas’s orgasm and his heavy breathing set off another eruption within Heather. She froze with Lucas inside of her as her own orgasm continued to ripple through her body.
Three organisms within 20 minutes, my God, I feel good, but totally used up,
was a thought that continued running happily through Heather’s mind
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To avoid falling on the deck in complete exhaustion, she leaned forward and lay against Lucas’s chest as he also went limp. The two supported one another’s weight as they recovered from their trip into ecstasy.
The next day they reversed the process of setting up house on the boat. Since Lucas had to be home by late afternoon for his standby shift, they had to close the boat up and get underway.
On their way home, they relived the night and engaged in idle conversation, starting with what they might have for lunch, going to what each usually had for breakfast. After a couple of minutes of quiet, Heather stopped and looked quizzically at Lucas, wishing that she knew more about him. Heather asked, “Why don’t you ever tell me anything about your family life, school, friends, or anything? You know everything about me; my life is an open book.”
“And you know everything about me,” replied Lucas. “I prefer dark beer over light, red wine over white, you know my GPA, you know what awaits me when I finish school, you know where I go to school, you know what I do at work, you know my favorite foods, you know where I live, you know what my dick looks like! What else is there?”
Why do we keep having this same conversation? I wonder what Heather is looking for.
“I didn’t know you had a boat.”
“But you do now. What should I do, carry a notebook around and make a note when I think of something you don’t know?”
“Well, you know what I mean. Who are you? You never share your thoughts. I can see when you are happy or sad, but I seldom know what causes either.”
“Heather, with me, what you see is what you get—there isn’t anything else.”