With a sense of trepidation I opened the gate to the marina and walked slowly to the berth he had indicated in our conversation we had on the chat line. While comforted with the fact that he was a boat person, therefore a kindred spirit, at 53 he was a lot older than the men I usually dated with.

"Dated" - let me rephrase that - "fucked" was the better word. All of those beautiful young men with their hard bodies and smooth faces - lust lived in their eyes and conquest in their hearts. Their hands were hard and clumsy, like their forced compliments and bad exit lines. Perhaps this man would be different. The full moon was out, and the vast orchestra of stars endowed me with a sense of hopeful possibilities for the evening ahead.

I reached the boat at last, a lovingly maintained 25-footer sail, emerald green and trimmed with teak. Throwing my shoulders back, I sashayed to the end of the dock; swinging my hips to better show off to this total stranger I had agreed to (at least in principle) allow to seduce me. I knew his age, his approximate physical characteristics, and that he had a wonderfully deep and soothing voice - but there's a big difference between a phone conversation and real life.

"Hello the Windancer - permission to come aboard?" I called. The hold opened, and a very tall, bearded and stocky man, dark curly hair liberally frosted with silver, climbed out. He stood there for a moment, and I could feel his electric blue eyes as they first touched my sneakers, sliding up my bare legs and past my flared mini, stopping briefly at my chest and up to my face. He broke into a wide, welcoming smile that reached his eyes. They twinkled with good-natured excitement.

"My lady - it's a pleasure. Please." He unlatched the guy wire and extended his had out for me to board. Grabbing hold, I marveled at the heat radiating from his calloused palms and the strength that I felt as I climbed aboard. He pulled me to face him, he clasped my other hand, bringing them together and up to chin level, asking, "So - is this going to work for you?"

In our conversation we had set up a scenario of seduction, using no names, very little words, but instead, body language and attitude. This is what had separated him out from the parade of "Looking for hot chick to fuck." ads that were the norm. I searched his face and saw nothing but openness and kindness, and a blaze of fire in his eyes that promised delight.

"I'm safe with you, aren't I?" This was more a statement than a question. He brought my hands to his lips and I shivered as he brushed his full lips and silky beard softly across them, warming them with his breath.

"As houses, baby girl." One hand let go and the tip of his finger traced the line of my jaw. "Let's go for a ride."

"But I thought -", I tilted my head towards the hold.

"All in good time. " He turned and loosened off the ties holding the boat, pulled up the bumpers and started the motor. "You've been on a sailboat before?" I nodded. "Take the tiller while I push off." As I watched him spring up to the foredeck and jump to the dock, I admired his agility and the way his body moved, and I felt the first flush of desire flash through me.

"It's just a short hop to a very special place I know - I have something to show you. In the meantime, please make yourself as comfortable as possible and feel free to do anything you like. There's food and drink in the galley, extra clothing, everything you need. Go - explore while I get us under sail."

I climbed into the hatch, taking in the luxurious interior, finished in oak, brass and green velvety upholstery. The air was scented with cedar. Going forward, I peeked into the well-appointed head and discovered a vee-shaped nest of pillows and quilts. I heard the motor cut out, the whir of the lanyards, and the swish of the sail going up, so I climbed up through the hatch and out to the bow. The tell-tales were flapping at mid mark- I turned to stand in the bow, feeling the wind in my hair and enjoying the light of the night - feeling the movement and music of the water.

Refreshed and exhilarated, I remembered my host and moved aft to the cockpit, sitting down just in front of where he was standing, steering with the tiller between his legs. Facing forward, I put my nose to the air to try and see where we were going, and I felt his hand pluck the elastic from my ponytail and gently pull it off, releasing my hair to fall freely around my shoulders.

He exhaled, growling gently as he ran his fingers through it and down my neck, curling under my jaw and tickling there. I leaned back against him and closed my eyes for a moment, enjoying the sensation and the feeling of utter relaxation, coupled with a growing desire for this quiet and patient sailor.

"Coming about - " he said, and I ducked, turning around to sit and watch as he released one lanyard and pulled in the other, instinctively ducking under the boom as it swung around, moving smoothly and effortlessly. I leaned back against the cabin and stretched my legs out along the seat and smiled at him. "Not long now." He promised.

Lifting up my legs, he turned and sat down, putting them back down over one leg, while his other foot rested on the tiller. Eyes searching the approaching shore, he scanned the black forest for his destination, idling trailing one sea-roughened hand up and down my legs, gently exploring. I examined his broad shoulders and weather-beaten face, feeling the strength in his thigh as he moved to balance with the boat.

I felt my desire growing as his seemingly aimless fingers subtly changed from caressing innocently to exploring more intently the sensitive inner flesh of my thighs. My breath came faster and just as I shifted my torso to move a little closer to him, he said, "We're here. Keep it straight while square up."

After attending the sails and dropping the anchor, he went below. I looked around, seeing nothing but the forest on the nearby shore. It was very peaceful, listening to the gentle sounds of the water slapping against the hull. He reappeared at the hatch, handing small bowl of pellets. "Here - throw some of this in the water and watch."

I was delighted to see a spray of the phosphorescence of tiny sea creatures, spreading as small fish came to feed, then exploding in a cacophony of light and sound as the black, bullet-shaped bodies of harbour seals came in to feast on the largess. After a few moments of furious activity, the seals dispersed and I turned back to thank him for the show, only to find that he had come up behind me.

Catching my face in his hands, he kissed me, tenderly, searchingly, thoroughly, making me feel as if the only thing in the world were his lips, his tongue, his hands cradling me. As the kiss went on, I became aware that he had removed his shirt and I was pressed up against his furred chest. My knees grew weak as his lips traveled across my eyes, over my cheeks, his nose nuzzling at my ears, his beard brushing my neck, and back to my lips as he murmured against mine, "Let's go below."

The opening strains of Ravel's "Bolero" greeted me as I climbed down the steps into the hold. I started forward, but he once again grasped my wrist in his big, warm hand and stopped me from going any farther. Turning to face him, I gave him an inquiring look. He patted his chest, pulling me in closer until I fitted neatly under his chin, head tilted and resting on his broad chest. The boat rocked gently as we did, swaying in time to the swelling orchestra. I sighed deeply, contentedly and he responded with a sigh of his own, gently tightening his embrace.

For that moment there was nothing else in the world. Then, taking a hold of one hand he twirled me around and again pulled me against him, holding me for a moment before his hands reached down to grip my thighs, pressing me against his erection. His head bent down and I shuddered against him, electric impulses firing as his wide, warm mouth closed on my neck in a tender suckling bite.

Starting to roam, his hands moved up - measuring, moulding - cupping my breasts and then one at a time undoing the buttons of my blouse as his hand traveled back down. I hardly noticed my blouse falling away as his lips and tongue worked away at my neck, my ears, my shoulders, his beard tickling, and his breath hot on my skin, growing ragged with passion.

He kept kissing, gnawing, and when his rough palms brushed over my nipples I gasped and he chuckled deeply. He slipped off my skirt and panties and as they hit the floor I dazedly kicked off my sneakers. He bent me over the small table and continued his oral onslaught, down my back, eliciting squeaks and moans from me as each new area he mouthed erupted in hot little flames of sensation. He reached that sensitive spot at the base of the spine between my cheeks and concentrated there, swirling and licking, prodding, making me feel as if he were actually licking my pussy instead of my firm young bottom.

As the pressure from his tongue and the answering pressure from deep inside grew to that exquisite threshold, he suddenly reached around with one hand and pressed his index finger firmly against my excruciatingly sensitive clit, sliding his tongue down in between my cheeks until it reached that yet untouched tiny pucker and burrowed its way in. My mouth fell open and let escape a small "oh" and I dissolved in a cascade of carbonated tremors.

His hand now on my shoulder, he guided me up and around to face him. He removed his jeans and sat down on the bench seat, pressing down on my shoulders so that I knelt in between his knees. Trembling still, I lay my head on his thigh and he smoothed my hair, patient, idly stroking his cock into an erection. He took hold of it near the base of his shaft and stroked my face, rubbing his length along my cheek and lips, not demanding, just for the sensation.

Recovering, enjoying the soft movements and his weight on my face, I nuzzled him, lipping and tasting. His other hand cradled around the back of my head and he fed me his cock, slowly, but inexorably, until he sensed the limits of my inexperience. Cupping my chin in his other hand, he lightly guided my face to pleasure him more completely - I could feel his breath on my back as he curled over me.

We rocked - the boat, his hips in answer to my soft mouth's caress, my head in his hands at his gentle command. I took in all I could - working my throat and swallowing while stroking with my tongue, and I reveled in the answering pulse and the roughening of his respiration. I hummed in appreciation of his touch and with a jerk he withdrew, pulling me up to share the taste of his pleasure with another kiss.

I climbed onto his lap and straddled him, and his arms encircled me as we continued kissing deeply, passionately, tongues dancing and teeth clicking as our desire grew. The silky hair of his chest caressed my sensitized nipples and I could feel his smooth, slippery head caress between my legs as we still rocked in the rhythm of the boat and each other.

Cupping his large warm hands under my bottom he stood, and I clung to his broad shoulders, my head on his chest. He carried me to the front cabin, and carefully placed me on my back against the pile of cushions there. The soft nest smelled of cedar and sea salt and him - I felt enveloped in his presence. With gentle pressure he spread my legs, then slid his hands under my bottom, lifting my hips to meet his lips.

He licked me - long, slow, smooth strokes, from the bottom of my lips right up to my clit, over and over and over again until my breath came in gasps from the excitement crashing through me like the endless ocean waves. I cried for him, unable to stop the groans that grew to screams when his lips formed a seal over my mound and his long tongue penetrated me. Once again, he waited for me and I shuddered helplessly.

Satisfied now, he climbed up onto the berth with me and pulled me up so that I rested on top of him, my legs naturally falling across his abdomen. He pressed my head against his chest and I could hear his heart beating, the pace picking up as he slowly thrust his cock in between my legs. It rubbed my clit with each stroke, and all I could do was whimper, exhausted from the orgasms he had brought me to with his hands, his mouth.

Still, the tip of his cock prodded me, pushing, gently, but growing insistent, and I adjusted the angle of my hips to meet him. He was big - bigger than I had ever known, and I felt the delicate skin of my lips stretch to accommodate him as he slowly ran one hand down my back to rest on my bottom, pushing with gentle pressure. Inch by inch, he filled me, completely, until he was fully inside.

The walls of my pussy contracted against his cock, pulsing and alive and vital between my legs. He reached down with his other hand and pushed them together so I rested completely on top of him. The heat of his body blazed through my own and he wrapped one arm around my hips, the other one returned to grip me across the shoulders.

His grip tightened around me. I could feel him gathering himself, his heart thundering in my ear. I felt the veins of his cock distinctly as he started to thrust in a slow, rolling rhythm. I trembled; his cock rubbed my clit with each stroke. He crushed me to his chest and I could barely breathe. He opened his mouth and came with a great groaning cry. His semen flooded me, deliciously hot and slippery. It spilled out , wetting our legs as his cock pulsed.

He relaxed, panting, and I reveled in his strength, in his arms. I relaxed too, letting my legs slide back down to his sides, his cock still buried deep inside, twitching. He began to stroke my hair again, softly, soothingly. The beat of his heart and the lapping of the waves lulled me to sleep.

When I woke I was alone in the cabin, and I heard by the 'ting-ting' of cable against mast that we were berthed back at the marina. I rose, finding my clothes piled and folded neatly beside me in the berth. I dressed, and in the cabin on the table was a bouquet of sweet smelling freesias and a note.

"For one night there was magic here. Remember me fondly as I will you. Always,"

Twenty years later I still do.