The Travel Agent

We, on the other hand, were quietly enjoying our intervals of lying in the sun and diving into the water. For a while, while I was lying down, I pulled out the camera and zoomed in on their activities. It was a typical party mix where the guys were trying to get the girls drunk enough to go topless, and there were a few people either bold enough or drunk enough to go skinny dipping, while others watched. Funny how it was such a novelty for them, and we were openly doing it on our boat without a second thought.

As the day went on, things started getting louder there, and sunset was approaching. As much as I wanted to see the sunset, we were determined to get in before dark. Steve wasn't so confident about driving after dark, and we didn't want to wait until the morning to bring it in, so, we weighed anchor and headed in. Unfortunately, it wasn't easy steering as we got into an area with a lot of high sand bars. The boat's bottom scraped against a few, but nothing significant until we hit a big one. Somehow we managed to get ourselves wedged onto a sand bar and the propeller lifted up enough that it wouldn't give us enough drive to move. We were stuck.

Fortunately, the boat wasn't that big, so we could actually shift the weight on the boat so it would tilt back. That and the fact that Steve was actually able to get under the boat somewhat and remove some sand that was holding us in place. We actually tilted back and the propeller was in the water enough to move us. And it would have worked except for the second problem, the tide was going out. In the few minutes it took us to get dug out and shifted back, the water had moved out enough that we were half out of the water. And it was only another half hour before we were completely stuck.

When Steve called in to the boat renters, after they stopped chucking at us, they said that the tide would be back in at about 1:30 AM and we should be loose then. If not, we should call them in the morning when they open. We were there for a while.

We didn't pack to be out there over night, but luckily it didn't get too cool. We tried to get some rest, but some time around midnight the boat started rocking a bit and we realized that the tide was starting to lift us. Steve got the engine started and every few minutes he tried to get us moving. With each attempt, it seemed like we came closer to going, and finally, some time after 1:00, we were able to back off the sand bar and we were afloat again.

You have to understand that it was pitch black out and we couldn't see anything in the water beyond the light from the flashlight. It was one of those really bright lights, but it hardly did anything to see below the surface, so for the next hour we practically crawled forward to make sure we didn't hit any more sand. Once we passed the outer barrier, the water was deep enough and we could start to see some lights ashore. Rather than try and navigate in among the boats in the dark, we decided to stay there in deeper water for what was left of the night.

Steve had no trouble falling asleep, but I was restless and just couldn't doze off. I wrapped myself in a spare blanket and went on deck and lay down looking up at the stars, hoping that that would help me relax enough to sleep. Didn't help. I probably laid there for an hour and I didn't fade a bit. My next shot was to tire myself out a bit. I set up the spotlights on the corners of the bow of the boat pointing to the water, and I dove in. I swam around a bit, but kept by the boat and did more climbing in and diving off than swimming. It didn't do much to make me tired, but I managed to wake Steve up. He didn't say anything, but rather watched me like I was some sort of nutcase. I invited him to join me, and only after a bit of coaxing did he jump in. We ran and swam around for a while playing tag and burning off whatever last bit of energy we had. It wasn't long before we laid down on the deck chairs and we both slept solidly for the next 3 hours.

The morning air woke us up, and we could see the sun just starting to rise. Steve told me to go back in and rest if I wanted, but I decided to stay out with him, sitting up in the chair. In no time, however, I dozed off, and only when we bumped up against the dock when we pulled in did I wake up. My head was in a bit of a fog as I tried to wake up and get my faculties together. I sat there, pushing off the blanket and stretched, barely opening my eyes. I didn't get up right away, keeping my eyes closed, and Steve came up and told me something. I remember saying 'okay', but I don't remember to what. When the haze lifted enough, I got up to help Steve gather our stuff together, and realized he wasn't there. Then what he said registered, he told me that he would go check the boat in and come back to gather our stuff.

I was still dead tired and walking around half awake while getting out stuff together when I realize that we were docked at a busy public marina and I wasn't dressed. As soon as I realized what I was doing, I didn't want to look around to see who was watching; instead I headed below deck and put on a bathing suit. I also grabbed whatever was ours from down there and brought it onto the deck. When I emerged, Steve was just getting back, and he was pleased to see that I had all our stuff together. He said that the boat owner would be over in a few minutes, and he came back ahead of him to make sure I was decent. I looked at him as if to say I wouldn't do anything like that, but he knew me better than that to knew that it wouldn't really bother me to be naked in front of someone else as long as it didn't bother them. I didn't think it was worth telling him that I had already walked around in the buff but quite unintentionally.

With gear in hand, we headed back to the resort. It was only a 15 minute walk away, but we were both already tired, and we barely dragged ourselves into the cabin. Steve set the alarm and we slept until noon.

I woke up with a bit of a start. I wasn't very tired, but it took me a few minutes to get my head wrapped around the fact it was noon and we had to leave soon. Taking a quick shower cleared my head, and I emerged to find that Steve was getting our stuff together getting ready to leave. Once again our flights out were at different times, mine was not until 6:00 PM, but Steve's was at 2:00, so he was in a bit of a hurry. A couple of days earlier, we agreed to go to the airport together. I could have stayed for a few extra hours, but I knew I wouldn't be in much of a mood for the beach after he left, so I figured I'd see him off and spend the afternoon in the airport.

It was about a half hour trip to the airport, with shuttles leaving every half hour, so we had time to quickly swing by the lunch bar and grab a couple things to go before boarding the bus. Steve really needed to catch the 12:30 but when we got there, people were already loading, and it looked like it would be full. We were lucky; we got the last seat in the back.

The bus was more like a school bus than a shuttle, and it served a few resorts with ours being the last stop before the airport. There was very little room for luggage in overhead racks, so we had to put a suitcase on the seat beside us. This was fine with me, because in doing this, I sat on Steve's lap for the trip. Normally that would only be a bit cute and fun, but we decided to make something special of it. The couple sitting across the isle from us had obviously partied a lot the night before because they were resting with their eyes closed, and I think they had fallen asleep. With the suitcase on the isle seat, I was on Steve's lap at the window where nobody could see us from mid-chest down.

It didn't start off as anything, but a few minutes into the ride, I shifted my weight to get more comfortable, and in doing so I spread my legs a bit. Steve noticed that and started rubbing my legs and moved his hands between them. At first I wasn't too keen on this idea, but when nobody could see what was going on, I was more than happy to let him have at it. At first he was rubbing over my panties, but then his hand slipped underneath and quickly found my clit. His soft finger gently moving over my clit and between my lips had just the right feeling and soon I started to get wet and tingly. He felt the moistness, and slid his finger down curled it so as to slip inside me. I gave a little gasp, but the bus was loud and nobody was paying any attention, so it went unnoticed.

He continued to massage me, and I decided to help him out by sliding my panties off. At first they were around my knees, but he helped me out by pushing them down over my shoes, and they dropped to the bus floor. On his lap, I could feel his hardness under me through his shorts, and I wanted to play with him like he was with me, but I couldn't get my hand down the front of his shorts. Instead, I was trying to give him a bit of a lap dance without obviously moving my whole body for everyone to see. It wasn't working out very well, so Steve decided to take an entirely different approach. Sitting there, he undid his button and zipper, then slid his hips down on the seat and wiggled his shorts and underwear off. I was sitting a bit sideways on his lap, so I turned around a bit to face forward with my legs straddling his and I was able to reach his erection down between my legs.

I had to bend down a bit to stroke him, but it was worth the effort to feel that hard shaft and soft head move across the palm of my hand, all the while his fingers were still massaging my clit and inside me. I only stroked him for a minute or so, and then loosened my grip while moving his hand away from me. This allowed me to rub his cock head against my clit and lips. He took over the job and rather skillfully moved his cock head up and down over me with slow deliberate strokes. Now the tingles were growing and I knew with a little more effort, he could get me to cum for sure. It was great looking down and seeing and feeling him rub himself against me, all the while stimulating himself. I though how great it would be to cum myself then see him some white erupt from his cock.

Rather than continuing, however, he put the cock head between my lips, and then moved my body forward so to make the shaft slide into me. As I slit down, he flexed his hips and the cock went deep inside me. This time I gasped a little louder and a couple people did look back just for a second or so. When again nobody was looking, I reached down to Steve's hips and started rocking back and forth. It wasn't easy moving until Steve put his hands on my hips to help.

We were starting to make a little noise, so now and then a few people would look back for a few seconds, but those few who did couldn't see anything other than my moving back and forth on him. It was obvious what was going on, but there was nothing really to see. The seat was rhythmically creaking and got louder as we rocked back and forth and we were breathing heavily with intermittent moaning, so it was obvious to possibly all on the bus what we were up to, but I guess most were too tired to bother watching, a testament to how tired everyone. Soon we reached to point of no return where we were both going to cum, and it didn't much matter if anyone was looking. I stopped paying attention to my surroundings in the last few seconds before my orgasm, as I was far more interested in the feel of the cock moving in and out of me. Soon, I was rocking back and forth as fast as I could go when I felt the orgasm explode from my inside and the wave spread throughout my body. I grabbed Steve's hands and moved them up to my breasts as I pushed down on his cock as hard as I could. He caressed me as wave after smaller wave moved through me until my clit became too sensitive and I couldn't move anymore.

Exhausted, I sat there with my head down feeling the cock still inside me, enjoying the warmth throughout my body that my cum gave me. Finally, I looked up, and as I did I noticed a few people turn away. I chuckled to myself for putting on this little show, then lifted up and slid the softening erection out of me and slid down beside him, moving the suitcase over to where it was hanging off the edge of the seat.

My skirt covered me, but Steve was sitting there with his shorts down around his knees and his cock resting in the open air. I realized that he hadn't cum, so I wanted to do something for him. I so much wanted to go down on him, but that would be a bit too obvious. Instead I started stroking him, and I could feel the hardness coming back. I was sitting beside him trying to be as nonchalant as possible, but with my arm moving rather quickly, I wasn't really hiding anything. At first I could see he was simply enjoying the experience, but it wasn't long before I could see the ecstasy moving across his face, and I could tell he was about to cum. I couldn't help what I did next. Holding his shaft like that and seeing the look on his face, I couldn't help but go down on him. Just before he came, I put my head into his lap, and within a couple strokes, I could feel the cum shoot into my mouth. I held my lips over the head and continued to stroke when I felt another spurt. I swallowed and lifted my head up, still stroking to see another spurt, and then I slowed to a nice slow pace and worked out a few more trickles. I know he enjoyed it, but to this day, I'd say that was the blow job that has made me the most happy of any I had given him. I know it was good for him, and he told me how much he liked it, but for one last time holding that shaft, making him cum and seeing the sperm trickle out just thrilled me beyond description.

But, in the aftermath, we had to clean up. He was wet and sticky from the cum, so I picked up my panties and wiped him off, and he pulled up his shorts. I'm not sure why I used my panties because they were now wet and sticky making them unwearable, so I tucked them in the suitcase, and I went the rest of the trip to Dallas uncovered. The skirt was long enough that I was very unlikely going to expose myself, so I just had to make sure that I didn't bend over too far.

For the rest of the trip to the airport, we sat without talking, and it wasn't until we checked in that either of us spoke. I can guess that Steve was thinking about the same things as me. We'd be leaving each other again, and this time probably for good. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I'd miss him. I'd only been with him for 10 days of my life, and that was split up with a nine month gap, but when I thought what it would be like waking up without him, I truly hurt inside. I didn't say anything and neither did he, but we walked holding hands, and I never wanted to let go.

It was less than an hour to flight time, so only about half an hour to boarding when we sat down in the lounge. It was a few minutes before I looked to him and asked him what we're going to do. He just looked at me and thought for a few seconds and answered that he didn't know. He said he'd been thinking about it constantly and didn't have an answer yet. Not seeing each other was not an option for him, but he was having trouble thinking what he could do to make it more than twice a year.

We sat there and talked about weekends and holidays, and who could fly to see the other at what times. By time it came to boarding, we had planned out one visit a month for the next year, but I feared that it would be like the last time. We would stay in touch for a short time, but it would be too difficult to maintain, and in no more than a few months, our best intentions would fade, and it would be over again. In my heart, I wanted to work at seeing him, but my head told me that we just couldn't make this happen. When he boarded the flight, we hugged and kissed for 5 minutes before he got on, and when he turned the corner on the ramp, I sat down and cried.

For the next four hours in the airport, and on the flight home, my mind flipped back and forth between what to do. At one point I decided that I would make sure that we would see each other every month. We could take turns flying to each other's homes, and a couple times a year, meet on some beach somewhere, just as we talked about. Then I would flip and decide that the next time we meet, or I would call him before then and tell him that we just can't work a relationship like that and we shouldn't even try. I knew in those moments that it was the right and only thing to do, and I would tell him that right away. I would think that until I thought of just how much I would miss him, and I would flip back to wanting to see him as planned.

By time I got home I didn't know what to do. I tried not to think about it at all, but it was only a week and a half until Steve called me. Apparently he had a bit of a change of plans on his own. He started off by telling me that he felt that it wouldn't really be practical for us to fly around meeting for only a weekend a month. At that moment I knew he was just saying what I was feeling, and sadly I had to agree with him. He said that he was cancelling our first weekend trip together. Surprisingly I wasn't angry with him on this because I thought the same thing, but I had to fight back the tears and the sadness in my voice. I didn't like breaking up, but I knew this was the only way.

But he had more. He went on to explain that something came up at work and he would not be traveling as much as he did before. It seemed that a job opening came up that he decided to take. Actually, he said that it had been open for a couple months, but only after the trip did he decide he wanted it. He explained that he was in line for a promotion to regional manager for some time now, but never wanted to take it. I remembered him talking about that the first time we met, and nothing was said since. Over the past couple years a few jobs came up that he turned down. When he got back he heard about one that was available and decided to accept it. I felt happy for him, but part of me just wanted to get off the phone because, if I wasn't going to see him anymore, it was breaking my heart hearing his voice. But he kept on, until he finally got to the point. This regional manager job was not anywhere near his current job. This one happened to be the America South West region based in Dallas. He said he was actually calling to tell me he'd be flying down in a couple weeks looking for a house, and he asked if I knew any good real estate agents.

So, to answer your question, that is how Steve and I got together.