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Subject: {ASSM} [rom fest] Given (M/F rom) Sven the Elder
Date: Fri, 21 Jun 2002 15:10:04 -0400
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Given
(C)Sven the Elder June 2002

He sat alone. His table was on the patio where he could see the
cars as they pulled into the restaurant parking lot. He waited
for her and wondered what to expect.  Patio? Well that was
stretching it a bit  -- actually it was a floating pontoon, a
pier really, but the end opened out into a large area and he
could sit comfortably there in the early evening sunshine, the
warm south Cornwall sea breeze refreshing as he looked back up
the walkway at the waterside thatched pub.

She knew him, at least she'd said so. She had apparently attended
one of his 'lectures' a little while ago, then something he'd
said in an e-mail using his pen-name had apparently enabled her
to make the connection that she had lived only twenty five miles
away.

He thought of the Internet, its  world-wide connotations and the
surprise it had caused him in the past. Five writers of erotica,
two in the same town had once met for a drink, astonished they
all lived so close. Now it had happened again - someone else had
made the connection - though this time there had been a veiled
threat.  Sven wondered what her price would be.  He shrugged his
shoulders and sipped his beer and waited...

The cars had their lights on now as the early evening shadows
deepened into dusk as he was startled out of his reverie by the
hands that had been placed on his shoulders.

As he half-rose, they gently opposed his motion and, off balance,
he sat back down.

"Shauna...?" The question died on his lips as she came round the
side of his chair and he caught sight of her for the first time.
The colour drained from his face as he recognised his lover from
thirty five years earlier.

Dressed in a shapeless pair of oilskin trousers, a baggy,
nondescript, somewhat grubby sailing sweater, the iron grey hair
topped off with a Breton sailing hat , she leant forward, gently
closed his mouth and said, "I'll get some of this gear off while
you get me a drink - Tinner's like yours." Sven's mouth dropped
open.

He stumbled to his feet, stunned at the turn of events and went
off as he was bid to 'get them in'.

                         o - O - o

Rather later - a couple or three beers later to be exact - they
were eating some of the local fish that the Pub was famous for.
Conversation had ranged far and wide as they sought to catch up
on lost time, the coloured lights reflecting off the dappled,
dark sea, twinkling in their eyes. Sven had briefly held her hand
to make a point, let it go and then changed his mind and held it
again.  Shauna had not removed her hand; rather she had moved to
hold his with her other as well.

So engrossed had they become that the sudden faint ringing of the
ship's bell that hung behind the bar of the pub to signal closing
time came as a surprise to them both.

"Nightcap?"

Sven nodded, then as Shauna got to her feet realised she meant on
board her pocket sailing cruiser, tied up a few feet away behind
him. He helped her pick up the sailing gear she'd shed as she'd
come ashore to join him, then followed as she climbed aboard. She
opened the hatch and deftly climbed down the companionway into
the cabin lit an interior oil-lamp. Sven scrambled aboard and
followed her down.

The cabin was small, cosy; it fell into the category that meant
if you cruised together on this boat, if you weren't good friends
before you started, you would be after not too long.  For all
that, there was standing room under the main coachroof, if not
under the edges, but then that hardly mattered.

"You like?" Shauna asked and waved her hands in a general manner
indicating the old-wood varnished brightwork of the interior
glowing in the soft light of the lamp.

Sven laughed gently, "You always were a sucker for 'real' wood
finishes I recall."  He stepped forward and putting his hands on
her shoulders, gently pulled her towards him and kissed her. She
closed her eyes and almost purred as she held him to her. He
smoothed her hair in that old familiar way he remembered her
liking so much those days so long ago.  In his mind the
intervening time melted away as he kissed her again.

"Sven, you never alter, given half a chance that is," and she
giggled that familiar, throaty, sexy chuckle again as she slid
out  of his hands and moved round him to close the companionway
hatch almost over. "It's getting chilly now - the lamp will soon
warm us up though. Laphroaig?"

Sven nodded agreement at the offering of one of his favourites -
her memory was too good. He savoured it as she slipped the heavy
sweater over her head to reveal a T-shirt with 'Emma Louise' on
it.

To his quizzical look she said "The name of the boat and my twin
daughters and no, there's no man in my life now."

Sven almost missed the pain that briefly appeared on her face as
she sat down opposite him in the small cabin. Then, changing her
mind, she got back up and joined him on the larger bunk.

"I think I need to be held just now."

Sven leaned back against the back of the cabin and put his arms
round her waist as she leaned back against him. She folded her
arms across his, her head in the crook of his neck against the
side of his face.  They lay together, silently, luxuriating in
each other's warmth and the peace of the moment.  Sven kissed her
hair gently and rubbed her tummy. She turned her face towards his
and kissed his cheek gently before moving slightly and then
kissing him properly her tongue slipping against his lips,
sensually.  He felt that old familiar warmth growing as they
kissed again, more deeply, an urgency growing between them.

Shauna sat up suddenly. "Mind your head," she said, as she stood,
pulling him to his feet and tugged him towards the forward cabin,
blowing the oil lamp out as they passed it, now with only the
dancing lights reflected from the shore to see.

Sven was aware that she had sat down again and pulled him down
with her to avoid the low deckhead in the forward part of the
boat. He realised there was a large made-up sleeping area - feet
forward - and she was pulling him towards her.  He kicked off his
shoes, bent down eased his socks off and joined her.

Shauna kissed him, more demanding now than before as he slid his
body beside her and held herself to him. She moaned softly with
the passion of the moment. Sven slipped his hands under her top
and massaged her back and shoulders pulling her into him.  Then,
rolling her onto her back a little started to undo her jeans
before she took over and undressed quickly for him.  Sven
followed suit, it was easier under the cramped headroom.

Naked they clung together - Sven underneath. Shauna gave another
of her chuckles as she moved on top and then eased herself onto
him. He groaned with pleasure as he speared deep into her; she
was so wet and ready the feeling of pleasure was so exquisite it
almost hurt. The need for release was so urgent and demanding
that she came hard as Sven slid fully home, her contractions
bringing him off as well.

They lay there, breathing hard, swallowing and coming to terms
with their mutual lust, then "Shit, I'm leaking," as she grabbed
a towel strategically placed.  Then that wonderful giggle again -
"James Bond must fire dry blanks - he never has this bloody
trouble!"  And they both laughed, the earlier unspoken tensions
gone completely.

"The furniture still fits then." Shauna laughed again as she got
up and went into the other half of the cabin, lit the oil lamp
again and came back with their whiskeys.

"Mud in your eye!" The old toast as they savoured the
peaty-flavoured delight, propped up and leaning back against the
boat's side, facing each other, her legs inside his as she played
with him with her toes.

"Penny for them..." Shauna spoke quietly as they looked at each
other across the boat.

Sven stirred but didn't answer as he got up and went to the back
of the other cabin, closed and locked the hatch then made his way
forward and blew out the light before returning to climb on the
bunk. He lay down pulling Shauna to him and kissing her gently.

"Given the time," he finally replied, "and the intervening
years, I don't think I'm going home tonight." He snuggled her to
him. "We've only just found each other again - I think I want to
make damn sure I don't lose you a second time."

Shauna wriggled in pleasure and seeking him out with her hand
said, "Well this fellow certainly thinks that's a good idea,
think I'll second it." This  time Sven was certain she did purr
as they kissed again, the boat rocking them gently together.

c Sven the Elder - June 2002

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