The Alcove

It was 11:27 am and my phone buzzed with a text.

It was him.

The Captain.

“Are you ready?”

I paused for a moment, feeling a tinge of nervousness.

Am I ready?  I pondered.

After all, this gentleman makes me nervous.  I can’t explain it.  He just does.

But I was ready….Very ready.

I grabbed my bag and walked outside.

Instantly I was reminded of what a handsome man he really is.  Wearing khaki linen pants, a breezy button-down and leather flip flops, he looked great.  He was even sporting a matching watch. (You know me and a watch).  Sigh

He opened the door to his truck and I climbed in.

We chatted on the way to the lake.  I find that what I like most about the Captain is that he listens.  Really listens.

He doesn’t listen to respond.

He listens to understand.  

There is such a difference.

We arrived at the lake and he explained next steps to me.  (Which I really like…)

“I am going to back the boat into the water and I need you to grab the rope and pull it to the dock.  It’s not as heavy as you think.  You can do it.”

I did do it.  Me, a boating novice.  I was sure I would find a way to mess it up, but I didn’t.

We rode around the lake for a bit.  It was an absolutely perfect day.

I enjoyed the feeling of peace I had from being on the water, from being with him, as I was no longer nervous.

I felt relaxed.

He occasionally mentioned the depth of the water we were in.

“We are at 126 feet.”

Yikes. I have to be able to touch the bottom.  Stay above the surface or on the surface.  It’s how I exist.  That was a bit too deep for me.

But I was in the deep.  Safely in the deep.

He drove to a secluded alcove, where the Captain anchored us.

It was lovely.  We were under the boat’s shade where we shared some wine and snacks.  The Captain had thought of everything.

He was rummaging around in the cooler when he pulled out an iced-down hand towel and placed it around my neck and shoulders.

“You look hot.  This will cool you off.”

How thoughtful.  I found it sexy that he did it without asking.  He could see the need and he addressed it.

The Captain knows best.

In the alcove we shared stories about our families and funny anecdotes from our childhood.

Then there was a look in his eyes and the conversation paused.

I recognized the look from those intense eyes of his.

We began kissing.

And I need to make an announcement to my readers.

I LOVE HOW THIS MAN KISSES ME….

And like before, we needed no words to communicate.

There is a marked shift in our dynamic, when there is no longer a need to verbalize anything.

I knew what I needed to do for my Captain.

He pulled off his shirt.

As I was on my knees looking up at him, I thought about how much I enjoyed how his khakis slightly hung off of his hips.

And then, I slid them completely off of his hips…

i eagerly began to work on the task in front of me.  I really shouldn’t call it a task, as that implies that it is a chore, or work.

This was not work.  I love how he tasted.  How smooth he felt on my lips.  How he placed his hand, gently on the back of my head.

I loved looking up at him and seeing the look of pleasure on his face.

No words needed.

We continued on in the alcove for a while.

Cliche Alert:  Time flies when you are having fun.

We toured about the lake some more before heading back to the dock.  The Captain pointed out different landmarks.

I like how attuned to nature he is.

As we headed back, I would occasionally steal a glance of him driving the boat.  Sunglasses on.  Hat turned backwards.  Clothes rippling in the wind.

Confident.  In charge.

Damn…so sexy.

I think he caught me checking him out a few times.  And I think I caught him doing the same.

The drive home was a bit quiet at times.  But with him, it’s a comfortable silence.

However, I did ask about the position as First Mate.  The Captain says I passed through the first interview with flying colors.  There are other interviews, but I feel confident I will channel my inner siren and pass those as well.

We arrived at the house and being the gentleman he is, he paid for my sitter, helped me out of the truck and kissed me goodbye.

Sigh…

And as I walked into the house, I could hear the thunder.

More storms are on the way.

 Crashing all about…

“Sweet like candy to my soul
Sweet you rock
and sweet you roll”

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A Three Hour Tour…

I have studied and researched boating safety. And I know there will be a quiz today, as I was given a specific assignment.

This first mate is ready to set sail on today’s voyage.

The Captain said we will likely be on the water from 12-3.

All that I could think of was, “a three hour tour…a three hour tour.”

Hopefully we won’t find ourselves marooned on a deserted island.

Well.

That could be interesting…

Here’s what’s in my head today:

 

“Oh, I need to have the strength that flows from you
Don’t let me drift away my dear…”

The Gentleman Caller…

de niro 2

He made me nervous….
Yes, me.  Ms. Calm, Cool and Collected.

Nervous.
Yes I am the same girl who has had playdates with Sadists. Rode the range with the Outlaw. Transcended space and time with a Pulitzer Prize winning writer. And played one hell of a football game with an up-and-coming Coach.

Yet he….made me nervous.
In a good way.

Readers, meet The Captain.  He has a boat and has invited me to apply for the position of first mate.

Ahoy there…

On to the maiden voyage.

Our initial meeting on OKC was a bit different.  Unconventional.  His first message:

“Wow.  Hello, Nicegirl. can you become a naughty girl?”

Something about the message and his profile picture clicked with me.  So I answered,

“Well I hate to say this, I already am.  Very naughty.”

And it went from there.  We exchanged innuendo and banter for a few messages, when something he said resonated to me that he was a Dominant, but just didn’t know it.

So I told him that he should “channel his inner Dominant”

And it gained momentum from there.  I shared this blog with him and recommended he learn about the D/s dynamic.  Honestly, I thought our relationship was simply going to be one of messages.

I mean, I shared this racy blog with him, providing him with a detailed account of my torrid tales.  While intrigued by it, most suitors run for the hills after seeing what I am in to .

He was different.  Not going anywhere.  Not this one.

And he gave me a curfew, in military time.  Just the kind of direction I crave.

After a lengthy conversation  into the wee hours of the night, he said,

“What if I come see you tonight?  I can be there in about 45 minutes.”

Holy shit…tonight?  I thought, but didn’t say it.  And after all it was well past my curfew…

But he who makes the rules can bend the rules.

“I need a minute to straighten up and freshen up.  Can you give me until 4:00?”

(Yes that was 4:00 am)

I began picking up Legos.  Cleaning off the tables.  Trying to make the house presentable.

Nothing like speed cleaning at “Oh”-three-hundred…

I sent him a text asking for some extra time.

His reply to me was simply, “Relax”

And I did.  Because he told me to.  Already establishing his Dominance.

So he arrived at 4.  We had instant chemistry as he crossed the threshold into my home.

He was tall.  And extremely handsome.  He smelled heavenly.

His eyes were more intense in person than they were in his pictures.  (He truly has Robert De Niro’s eyes.)

And more than anything, he had presence.  He carried himself in a stature of control and discipline.

Even at 4:00 am.

Sigh…

He was a very sensual kisser, reeling me in with the taste of his lips.  There was no awkwardness.  No inhibition.

I found myself under his spell.

No space.  No time.  Just us…enjoying this early morning sojourn.

As things went further, there was no need for words.  Each movement, each shift was orchestrated by our penetrating eye contact.  We were able, on our inaugural voyage, to communicate without words.

The intensity in his stare translated to the intensity in his body.  So imposing in stature.  And such an amazing lover.  So considerate.  So attentive.  So passionate.

Such a gentleman.

He was my guide into the twilight hours.  And although we did not dive into any BDSM activities, our time together was far from vanilla.  He took me on a journey to pleasure.  Intense.  Raw.  Passionate.  Pleasure.

And as far as D/s, we both realize that there will plenty of time to explore our dynamic.  But I willingly give him the control, allowing him to lead me wherever that may be.

This lady is honored to have such a gentleman.

And as he put it (quoted from a wise Dominant’s blog…) he understands that “A Gentleman is a patient wolf…”

Until next time, Captain.