I'm a sailor, you're a sailor-a naked nudist on a yacht

The warm sea beckoned us to it, we raced towards happiness, he and I, alone on the ship and around only infinity and flying gulls. We flew on wings cutting through the waves, he looked at me with a languid look and I felt it in my gut, his penetrating gaze. He said undress and I, like a pliable slave, began to take off all my clothes. A warm breeze walked over my breasts, blew between my legs and I felt like I was all excited, I really wanted sex, on a yacht, in the sea. But he deliberately waited, escalated the situation, I felt phlegm between my legs, I was all wet. Come to me, my sailor!