Wild and free

Sights and sounds from the sailing club fade away on their stern. A couple merrily departure for another day sailing along the bay. Soft breeze caressed the main sail with charming politeness as a big old sun warms the deck's surface without any constrains. With her hand on the tiller, our skipper manages to steer the boat towards a one of a kind destination, this place, is the perfect scenario to indulge in the affairs of the heart.

The 16ft catamaran cut the waves elegantly. From the distance, it looks like the hulls are literarily making clean incisions on the almost flat surface of the sea. At a constant speed of 10 knots, they will arrive at their idyllic island in about 45 minutes. They crave for each other, there’s nothing like getting in tune with nature to unwind your primal self. That animal instinct tamed by our day to day life in the city. The world is your oyster, anything you want to be, you can be, when you’re wild and free.

Their hair dances at the rhythm of the breeze. One at the bow, the other (the experienced one), tiller at hand, working in clockwork fashion to commit their weekly crime. They’ve never done something like this, beside awkward random glances in front of everybody and giggling innuendos at large.

They’re getting a bit too relaxed about what they feel. It’s beautiful to see how a little bit of attention does wonder on self-esteem. Before, she came to the sailing club with her worn-out, used-to-be-pink, low neck, long sleeve blouse. A not-so-properly made ponytail adorned her head almost every day, which is a shame, she has such a beautiful chestnut brown hair to be treated with such disdain.

Now you can see her wearing tank tops, exposing her not-so-delicately tanned shoulders, and always walking by moving her pony tail fluidly at the rhythm of her hips. She is one of those ladies that no matter what you do, you will notice her.

Back in the catamaran, the two giggling confidantes flint with each other like there’s no tomorrow. Even with their eyes and ears totally engaged in the art of sailing, the anticipation is capable of tricking their senses and make them get lost in their mind’s eye.

“Sam, get closer to me!” asks Chloe with her hand on the tiller and her eyes on the sails.

Samantha moves closer and without any warning feels the soft lips of Chloe on her neck.

“Ohhh my… can’t you wait until we arrive at the bay?” Said a gently aroused Sam.

“To tell you the truth, I can’t wait. I’ve been thinking about this for months.”

“Me too.” Responded Samantha touching Chloe’s salty forearm.

Without any warning the wind died in an unapologetic way. The natural force that filled the sails abandoned them. With no other means to move forward they simply stared at the distance to check if any gust was visible on the flat surface of the sea. No luck this time, calm water on every direction.

Chloe knew that sometimes it happens, the wind is a spoiled brat, capricious and stubborn like no other. She knows that in no time they will get enough to keep on sailing towards their destination. As the sun does its magic, they carefully began to explore each other’s mouth under the shadow the boom provided.

Kiss after kiss their inhibitions glided like sand in hands, not knowing what to do to tame the beast inside of them. Samantha takes initiative and takes off her floating vest to get even more comfortable on the wet surface of the trampoline.

A not so shy Chloe marvels as a rush of blood raced through her body. While caressing at her lustful companion, whispered in her ear.

“My dear, I need to pee!” They both laugh out loud with their eyes fixed on a solitary travelling cloud that provided some kind of relieve from the inclement sun rays.

“I dare you to skinny dip!”

“Don’t be silly! We’re in the middle of the bay, it's 10am.” Said Chloe while blushing.

Making little to no resistance, Chloe is letting Samantha take off her vest and long sleeve shirt.

“Stop it, you know that we cannot leave the vessel.”

‘I’m not the one who wants to pee, you need to at least put your legs on the water and do your stuff. I dare you to take off all your clothes and swim around the catamaran. You go first; I’ll follow your lead.”

Again, a nervous giggle between kisses was all it could be heard. Chloe takes off her pants and stood right at one of the bows of the Catamaran.

Taking off her bikini top she quivers:

“Promise me you won’t jump after me, it’s dangerous and you know it!” with her hands on her hips she waits for a response from Samantha.

“I won’t.”

As soon as she heard those words, she took off the bikini bottom and wearing only her frisky smile, she jumped head first into the cold water.

“Ohhh my God, it’s freezing, you’re a horrible person!” said a shivering Chloe from the water.

“All right, do your stuff, quick! You’re scaring the fish with your pale buttock!”

They both laugh out loud at the mean remark. In the meantime, Chloe is holding tight at the v-shaped starboard hull. Sam, resting flat on the deck surface, gets closer to kiss Chloe who still floats with a huge smile on her face. This feeling of no boundaries bewildered her, finally she is living life at her own terms. Away from what others might think.

After a well-granted kiss, she manages to say:

“This is way too cold, I want to jump back in, step aside.”

“Ohh no, you need to swim a full lap around the catamaran. I’ll wait for you here.”

“But…”

“Swim dear, you won’t be so cold when you finish.”

The naked sailor starts to make his round anti-clock wise, with just a few strokes she manages to get to the other hull, and in no time she is out of sight swimming the length of the port side hull.

Suddenly Sam hears that the strokes are uneven and turns around to check on her. Chloe is struggling to beat the rising current with all her might. An incomprehensive order is all she could hear as she witnesses how the swimmer gets further and further away.

Without hesitation she stands up and tried to steer the boat towards her. In the struggle she forgets to keep a low profile and the boom crosses from starboard to port to hit Samantha’s head with incredible strength.

An unconscious Sam lies face down with her gorgeous hair almost all covered in blood. Like flotsam, Chloe gets smaller and smaller at full mercy of the tide that still pushes her towards the Pacific Ocean.