Touch the Sky
The sunlight glittered – diamonds on the water. I reached behind blindly and Skyler took my hand. The boat bobbed in the playful waves and I was having a wonderful time. My fishing line disappeared in the glare. Skyler’s warm hand left mine and I sensed him turning toward the voice of our hired skipper.
“Here’s your rod, Skyler, all ready to catch some fish. I know those wahoo are out there.”
I snorted gleefully at the double entendre as the man handed my young lover the baited rig. Sky had earlier whispered to me that he wouldn’t mind a nibble from Captain Steve, fish be damned. Usually so masculine, Skyler hammed up a homosexual queen act to the other male’s vast discomfiture.
“I don’t know how you can handle touching those nasty fish bits, Steven,” Skyler lisped. “Now, put it on a rice patty and give me a pair of chopsticks – then I’ll pop it in my mouth in a heartbeat. I’d swallow one of your morsels whole without even chewing.”
Casting with his pinkies stuck absurdly out in mid air, he cracked me up. I swallowed a snort. Captain Steve cleared his throat and looked to me, carefully reseating his cap on a mostly bald head. I recalled Sky’s comical remark of what that inferred about the man’s testosterone level and nearly snorted again.
“So, Karen, where are you and Skyler from? Your accent sounds Midwest.”
“Oh, you don’t want to know those boring, old facts! Honestly, Stevie,” Sky scolded, batting pretty eyes over his shoulder, “wouldn’t you rather know where I’m willing to go?”
That brought me to flat-out guffaw. I felt the need to say something, though, before the fellow abandoned ship and swam for the distant shore.
“Don’t let him get to you, Steve. Skyler won’t bite.”
“I will if you ask, Stevie,” Skyler corrected lasciviously.
“Fish! I got a fish!”
I began cranking the handle furiously, fighting for every yard of dripping nylon. Our haul quickly met the local limit, the professional fisherman every bit as good as advertised. He appeared grateful when Sky and I agreed to return to shore early rather than turn the excursion into a sightseeing trip. Until my dying day, I’ll believe Captain Steve Felder remained convinced that Skyler Robinson and I, the considerably older Karen Foster, were pals instead of lovers.
And like my adventurous, bisexual stud, I would have enjoyed initiating a graphic demonstration including the handsome native. Unfortunately, Steve acted as straight as an arrow, so uncomfortable with Skyler’s initial flirtation that the younger man ramped up his act upon Steve out of sheer perversion.
So far, I’d only dreamed of sharing Sky with another man. During this vacation, I’d planned to rectify that. We both had, until his sometime fuck buddy backed out on coming along. I couldn’t blame Ron, who received a job offer that kept him home. Ron promised that his intention to be in a Skyler/Karen sandwich would still stand when we returned, so I simply enjoyed sharing the resort atmosphere with Skyler.
We talked about what to do with the rest of our week during the long drive back to our hotel and stood now on the pristine sand behind the place, soaking up the last of the autumn sun. Our wahoo steaks were in the freezer except for the fish we planned to fry for dinner. My eyes were glued to the smooth, golden skin of Sky’s neck, my arms around his slender middle. One long arm lifted, a pointed finger directing my gaze up and out.
“Look, Karen. Whales!”
On this most Eastern edge of the United States, the sun set earlier than in our town. The nearness of sunset made clouds over the ocean merge with the water on the horizon. Mist from the animals’ blow holes appeared magical.
“It looks like they’re touching the sky.”
“Not as nicely as you are.”
Snickering at his joke, I sighed over the hot silk of his back under my kiss. He took my hand and pushed it down to the waistband of his swimming trunks.
“Are you ready to go in?”
“I’m ready for you to, Karen.”
I knew what Skyler meant. He let me do things to his body that I never conceived before meeting him. My ex-husband would be appalled. Bearing my teeth, I nipped the sensitive slope of his shoulder.
Thrilled, I felt him go a little wobbly. My bite left off and I rubbed the chill skin of his arms.
Skyler’s flesh always felt warm to the touch. Alarm edged out my persistent arousal.
“Do you feel okay?”
“Yeah. Sure. Well, I’m hungry. That’s probably why I’m freezing.”
Struggling with a lifelong weight problem, I lost several pounds mainly by replacing my appetite for junk food with one for sex. I tended to forget that a growing young man needed to eat much more than a middle-aged woman.
“Why didn’t you say something?”
“It just didn’t occur to me. I had a great time today, Karen.”
“Me, too. Let’s get you fed.”
He grinned, his smile bright in the gloaming. I resolved to make him a giant salad with boiled eggs and sardines, an odd quirk he picked up as a kid. We’d boiled eggs for breakfast and I’d set one back. Sky didn’t know that I also brought a few tins of fish from home. While he showered, I cut vegetables and tossed them with chunks of egg and pieces of sardine. Fish for both courses? Who cared? He was a growing boy who needed his protein.
Wearing just the towel, Sky earned an immediate growl of approval. A more perfect human being could only have been carved out of marble. After the meal, he definitely needed to be naked.
“I even remembered your garlic dressing,” I bragged, pulling an unopened bottle from among the few groceries in the cabinet.
I insisted he dig in while the fish fried. The nuggets quickly turning crunchy and dark, I drained excess oil onto paper towels. Placing the heaping plate in the middle of the table, I sat to sample his dressing with my simple lettuce and tomato salad.
“You better be careful, Karen, or I’m going to get used to this,” he warned.
I merely grinned, more than a little nervous about the implication. Getting to know Skyler instigated much-needed change in my life, one afternoon in his arms lending me the courage to call an end to a bad marriage. Spending time with him continued to give me immense joy and he professed to feeling the same. Nonetheless, Skyler Robinson, barely in his twenties, belonged with someone his own age. Even teasing about any permanence gave me butterflies.
What would I do when the time came to let him go? Taking this trip together suddenly struck me as terribly wrong. Having Ron along gave the vacation the dynamics of three buddies on a college break or something, another fantasy for someone who never attended university. So far, the trip smacked of a honeymoon much of the time.
“Karen, why so glum? You’re not worried about eating the wahoo just because it’s fried. Are you? I wish you wouldn’t obsess about your figure.”
“Actually, your figure is my obsession,” I retorted.
The young man pounded down hot fish and warmed hushpuppies leftover from dinner the night before. All the while, he shot furtive glances across the table. My levity long since fallen flat, I betrayed the seriousness of my concern by picking at my food. At least Sky had not professed loving me, I reminded myself.
“You know, Ron didn’t really get a job.”
“What?! Why would he lie? Oh,” I groaned, “he doesn’t really want to be with me. I feel like an idiot.”
“No! You’ve got it all wrong. He does! And the idea of him and you together in my bed is still a fantasy of mine. Honest!”
“Because this is our first vacation, Karen. I wanted this one to be special – just the two of us.”
“First” vacation, implying that there would be others to come. My well-meaning intention remained to bow out of his life before I fell completely in love with him. As time went on, that inevitable event loomed more closely than I cared to admit.
“Hey, I don’t mean to freak you out. I’m not proposing marriage or anything. Okay? I’m not even sure I ever want that, so just relax and let me make love to you.”
He leaned over the corner of the table and kissed me. Horseradish from the cocktail sauce he liked made his supple tongue taste tingly. I gasped when Skyler’s hand spread my knees and slid up my thigh. Without warning, he manhandled my chair back and around to face him. Sky dropped to his knees between my legs. The towel fell to the floor, his fingers hooked my hips, and his cock bounced against the inside of my knee as he pulled my butt to the edge of the dinette chair.
“Pull your swimsuit out of the way. I’m going to fuck you. Let me in.”
I obeyed, holding the Lycra with my left hand and spreading slick outer lips open with the other. Just as he already knew, being around him served as perpetual foreplay, my sex wet from the inside out. A twinge from a vigorous bout the night before gave way to the pleasure of being filled. With his erection pumping into me, I moved my right hand to feel the muscles of his back working.
Moaning incoherently, I bit back the damnable three words ringing in my head.
I love you.