I hate arguments. I really do. Just about the only thing I hate more than an argument, is the simple fact that they are part of relationships. Without any arguments, I've heard people say, relationships cannot grow and prosper. I do not know about that. I prefer a quiet, happy existance. But in life, we do not always get what we want. Unfortunately, my fiancee and I recently got into an argument. Her name is Lisa, and the two of us plan to get married in November of 1998. Instead of going into the details of the argument, I'll simply say that Lisa started it, and she was wrong in doing so. This is not the stubborn side of me talking - now that it is over, Lisa agrees with me that she was the instigator of our little squabble. The important thing is that everything is back to normal. During the argument, Lisa had me so upset that I decided to leave the apartment - to get away from her for awhile. I thought I could spend a few hours away by myself, instead of staying home and bantering back and forth with her about who was right and who was wrong. My hope was that when I returned to the apartment, later that evening, Lisa would be in a calmer mood. Then, we could discuss things. Each time I feel like "getting away", the usual place I go is my parents' boat, in the downtown marina. They rarely use it for themseleves anymore - it is almost as if the boat belongs to me. I have free reign to use it as I please. It is actually a houseboat, a good-sized one, with a kitchen and sleeping quarters inside the cabin. A person could live in it, if neccessary. This particular boat has provided me with a safe haven over the years whenever there is trouble or worries in my life. I always feel confidant that I can go to the boat, and rest and relax there. After my recent argument with Lisa, I decided to take a trip to the marina. I stopped for an afternoon snack on the way, then brought the (fast) food along with me to the boat. I took a seat on the deck and caught some rays, while eating my extra value meal. Once finished, I let all the worries slip from my mind - and eventually drifted off to sleep. Sometime later, a familiar voice brought me out of my slumber. I opened my eyes and blinked a few times, focusing on the sight before me. Ahh, Lisa. There stood my future bride, on the dock, just outside the boat. A stunning, tall blonde, Lisa is the most beautiful woman I have ever known. She has the face of an angel and the legs of a showgirl, along with a magnificant body and an enchanting smile. On this day, at the marina, Lisa stood before me in her thin, red summer dress. This particular dress happens to be one of my favorite outfits for her to wear. It is rather simple, but also very sexy at the same time. Plus, she wore red high-heels and red sunglasses, with dark lenses. "Hello, Lisa," I stated, about 10 seconds after waking up. I hoped that she did not want to continue the argument, especially here at the boat - my personal "safe haven". Instead, I saw her mouth twitch in a remorseful way, then she slipped her sunglasses off and looked at me with sorrowful eyes. "Hi Jeremy," came her tentative words. I looked at her for a few seconds more, then glanced down and noticed a water bottle alongside my chair. I took a swig of it, then turned my attention back to Lisa. "I figured you'd come here," she offered, taking a slow step toward the gate. "You've always loved this boat." "It's a nice place to relax," I returned, feeling weary. Lisa is not a confrontational person - she does not like to argue anymore than I do. However, I was still fearful that she may explode at me at anytime. "Very peaceful, too." "Care if I come aboard?" she asked quickly. My eyebrows raised at her sudden request, and I returned in a calm tone, "No, not at all." I now got the idea that she was not in an argumentive type of mood. "Thank you," Lisa replied, stepping through the gate. I watched as she gathered a fold-up chair from the cabin, then bring it out to the deck and open it beside me. She took a seat there, and looked deep into my eyes. "Jeremy, I'm sorry for the argument," Lisa offered. "It was my fault, and I shouldn't have taken my frustrations out on you. I'm really, really sorry. Can you forgive me?" I was frozen for a second or two, but then gave her a smile and little laugh. "Of course I forgive you, Lisa." Likewise, a smile came to her lovely face. She reached out and grasped my hand, saying, "Thank you. I've had some time to think and came to the -" "No," I interjected, squeezing her hand. "Please. Let us forget the argument ever happened. I don't want to talk about it anymore." I grinned at her. "You know how much I truly hate squabbling with you." After a moment, Lisa nodded her head and smiled warmly. "Yes, you hate to argue. Deal. We won't talk about it any longer." She paused, then changed the subject. "How long have you been out here?" I glanced at my wristwatch and replied, "Ehh, a couple of hours." Twilight was just starting to fall. "Do you want to go back home?" I was thinking of giving her a hot oil massage - one of my specialties. "Doesn't matter," she told me. "I'll stay out here on the boat for awhile if you want to. I like it here." I smiled. "If that is what you want." I could give her a hot oil massage anytime. "Hey... would you like something to drink? I've got some diet soda in the refrigerator, down in the cabin. Interested?" "Sure," came her reply. I got up from the chair, stretched my muscles, then went down into the cabin - specifically, the kitchen area. I had brought a 6-pack of diet soda with me in addition to the fast-food meal, not knowing how many hours I would spend at the boat on this particular day. As I was standing at the counter and pouring the soda into a plastic cup with ice, I heard the cabin door close behind me. I glanced around, and noticed Lisa coming toward me. With my back still turned to her, she closed the distance and hugged me from behind - placing the side of her face right between my shoulder blades. "I love you, Jeremy," Lisa mumbled. I could tell that she was still feeling bad about the argument - although her earlier words suggested otherwise. Thus, I turned around and lightly wrapped my arms around her neck and shoulders. I stared deeply into her eyes for several seconds, then brought my right hand up and traced the outline of her mouth with a fingertip. "I love you too, Lisa." She caught my fingertip between her lips, and gently sucked on it. "I don't want you to feel guilty. I told you, let's forget the argument. It is ancient history, as far as I'm concerned." She looked up at me with puppy-dog eyes and sucked on my fingertip a few more seconds before saying, "Are you sure? I mean, can you just forget the argument, all at once?" "Yes, I can," was my reply, as I prodded my fingertip against her soft lips. "I want you to forget it, too. I'm not one to dwell on negative things - you know that." Lisa looked up at me with the same expression for a few more seconds, then smiled and kissed me on the lips. I pulled my finger away and kissed her in return, my tongue slipping into her soft, velvety mouth. We embraced each other a bit tighter, our tongues dueling with one another. I caught several strands of her long blonde hair in my right hand and played with it, gently pulling and yanking away. Lisa giggled and dug her long fingernails into my shoulders, lightly caressing and massaging them. My right hand soon found its way to one of her breasts. The thin red dress did little to hide the firm, full shape of her breast, as I cupped and squeezed it with my hand. Lisa moaned as I slipped both of my hands between our pressed bodies, then started to undo the large white buttons which went up and down the front of her dress. Our shared kiss had become quite heated and passionate by now, and she held and clenched my shoulders tightly with her arms. As I got the first glimpse of her bra-covered breasts, I realized where we were - in the boat! For a moment, I was skeptical whether or not this should continue. We were in a public marina, and anyone could walk by at any time. On the other hand, Lisa had closed the cabin door behind her, and all the windows were covered by curtains. No one could "spy" on us. Still, however, someone may HEAR us. All thoughts of resistance faded away as Lisa reached down and grasped my rock-hard cock through the trousers I wore. How could I possibly decline this goddess, if she wanted to make love with me? I felt confidant that if we were quiet about it, no one in the marina would hear us. We continued kissing as I guided her into the bedroom area of the boat. I flicked the light on and then laid Lisa down across the mattress, still kissing her. My right hand sneaked into the front of her dress, and felt her firm breasts. My other hand worked on undoing the remaining buttons of her dress. Lisa's hands ventured down to my waist, behind my back, and pulled up the t-shirt I wore. Once she had it gathered around my shoulders, we broke the kiss and then, the t-shirt was pulled up and over my head. Lisa kissed my shoulders and neck, while looking up at me with sparkling eyes. "I love you," I whispered, kissing her forehead. "Love you too," she reciprocated, bringing her mouth to mine once again. We kissed gently - my tongue tracing the shape and texture of her intoxicating, moist lips. I finally undid the buttons upon her dress, then pulled it open to expose most of her luscious body. She was laying beneath me, in just a sexy white bra and see-through white panties. I admired her lovely figure for a few seconds, before sliding the shoulder straps of her dress down. Then, I slipped her dress off, and tossed it to the floor. Lisa squealed and hummed with delight as I grasped each of her full, firm breasts and squeezed them. I quickly unsnapped her bra in back, then whipped it off. After I grabbed a handful of each breast, Lisa pulled me down to her and gave me another scorching kiss. I slipped my hands away and enjoyed the sensations of her breasts as they squished hard against my bare chest. Lisa's tongue was devouring my mouth, and she moaned in rapture as our encounter continued. I was able to break the kiss, then slid my lips and tongue from her chin, down her slender neck and across her shoulders, all the way to the deepened valley between her breasts. I kissed and licked at her cleavage, just before closing my mouth over a nipple and sucking it gently. Lisa moaned beneath me, running her hands and sharp fingernails across my shoulders and back. Little sparks of sexual electricity shot through me as her nails gently raked and scratched my skin. I moaned, but managed to keep my mouth firmly attached to her breast and nipple. Lisa's body stiffened in arousal as I slipped an open palm between her thighs, and gave the area a hard rub. I'm certain she was not expecting that - thus her reaction. She groaned as I started to diddle my finger across her clit, through her thin panties. Lisa arched her back and sighed in pleasure as I went to her other breast with my lips and tongue. Meanwhile, I kept flicking my finger over her clit, through the sheer panties. Lisa squealed as I soon went from breast to breast, giving each a kiss and lick which lasted no longer than two seconds apiece. I rotated from breast to breast about ten or fifteen times, before burying my face in her cleavage and tonguing it for about 30 seconds. Slowly, I made my way down to her belly, and licked my tongue in circles around her navel. I glanced up at Lisa and smiled, watching her breasts rise and fall with each breath. She raised her head and looked at me with a smile, as I pressed my palm against the joining of her thighs. Suddenly, Lisa rolled out from underneath me, and stood up. She leaned down and placed her hands on my shoulders, trying to make me roll over onto my back. I complied, and then she dropped to her knees beside my waist and started tugging away at my trousers. It was clear that she was intent on demonstrating her expert cocksucking skills. I placed both hands behind my head and smiled as Lisa pulled my trousers and briefs down. She first got rid of my sneakers and socks, then did the same with my trousers and briefs. My erection was at full strength, and she wasted no time by taking it into her hand and starting to pump away. On her knees beside me, Lisa slowly opened her mouth and gave my hard cock a single, long swipe with her tongue. After a tiny giggle and accompanying smile, she slipped the full length of my shaft between her moist, red lips. I moaned in pleasure as Lisa started a gentle sucking. What makes her an expert cocksucker, in my opinion, is that Lisa is so complete and thorough with her oral work. She is concerned in seeing that I receive the maximum amount of pleasure. In return, Lisa gets great satisfaction from not only making me feel good, but also from giving me a truly exquisite and lengthy blowjob. I've certainly never met a woman who can perform fellatio quite like she can. Lisa held onto the base of my cock with her left hand as her head bobbed up and down in a slow, steady motion. She had her lips clamped around my erection, and I could feel her wet tongue slipping and sliding around it in her mouth. I arched my neck and closed my eyes, then sighed in deep arousal before looking back down at her. It was amazing. I had a clear, unobstructed view of what she was doing to me. Lisa would start each long, full stroke with her lips barely holding the tip of my shaft. Then, I would watch my cock slowly vanish into her hungry mouth. Her lips would go all the way down to her left hand, which held the base of my cock. Then she would pull back, and repeat the same process. A moan escaped from within me as Lisa slipped my shaft out of her mouth. After licking its tip several times, she slipped it back into her wonderful mouth. But instead of giving me a series of gentle, loving strokes, she decided to try something different. Lisa's head started to bounce up and down vigorously upon my shaft, at a rapid-speed pace. I could feel its tip bump hard against the back of her throat with each quick downstroke - and in response, I moaned wildly in lust. In fact, Lisa was bobbing her head up and down at warp speed. I could hear her moan and gasp for breath as the seconds went by, while I trembled in a passionate rage. Deep shockwaves of heated pleasure shot throughout my entire body as Lisa continued her expert oral work. I cannot begin to accurately describe the amount of pleasure she was bringing me. It was an extreme pleasure... it felt like all the good things in the world, all rolled up into one. Still, though, that does not describe how good she was making me feel. Words can't do it justice. I moaned in an agonizing pleasure as my cock erupted in her mouth. Lisa clamped her lips tight as I emptied a full helping of thick sperm into her willing throat. As usual, she did her absolute best to swallow every single drop. Still moaning, I gently thrusted my hips up and down, my cock sliding in and out of her exotic mouth. I sighed in a mixture of exhaustion and lust as she whipped my cock out from between her lips. Lisa proceeded to give it a series of full, sweeping licks with her velvety tongue - her intent to clean off all the gooey, thick sperm which remained. Still on her knees beside me, Lisa made sure my shaft was clean and dry, then leaned forward and gave my stomach and chest a series of quick kisses. I trapped her left hand with my right and squeezed gently - I love holding hands with her. It's very romantic, in my opinion. With her other hand, she again grasped my cock and began pumping it. After that wonderful blowjob she had given me, my shaft had deflated. But now, just as quickly, it was growing larger by the second - as she pumped it. I reached with my right hand and brushed her long blonde hair with it, stroking her scalp lovingly in the process. Lisa looked at me for an instant, her eyes glowing with pleasure, then continued to kiss my stomach and chest, while stroking my erection with her right hand. I had visions of returning her fellatio offering with some oral work of my own, but she had different ideas. Lisa stood and quickly kicked off her high-heels, then slipped her panties down and off. Before I knew what had happened next, she was straddling my hips, her slit hovering just over my bulging cock. I leaned up very slightly, and placed both hands upon her hips. Lisa winced with pleasure as she lowered herself to my shaft, it sliding deep up into her. Once I was firmly entrenched in her, she gave a deep moan and stared down at me, love and adoration in her eyes. "Let's keep it quiet, sweetheart," I told her. "Too much noise, and someone walking by the boat may hear us. That would be sort of embarrassing, don't you think?" Still moaning, Lisa replied by simply nodding her head. She placed both hands upon the center of my chest and used it as a balance point, then started to move up and down upon my enlarged shaft. I pumped and twitched my hips, wanting to add to her pleasure. I grabbed her hands with both of mine and held them tightly as we gently rocked together. I do not know what makes me feel better - her insides forcefully grasping my cock, or seeing her expression full of pleasure. It is extremely exciting for me to know that I am bringing her pleasure. That is my main goal, every time we make love. At the same time, though, I cannot get enough of her body. One of Lisa's hands escaped from my grasp, and she used that forearm to brush back several strands of blonde hair which had been hanging down over her face. With my free hand, I reached up and pinched one of her nipples, drawing a squeal of heated arousal from her. My cock still in her, Lisa leaned over and gave me a full kiss on the mouth. I quickly grasped her hips with my hands, holding them in place, then lost all sight as her long hair covered my face and head, obstructing any vision. We continued kissing, our tongues dueling together, as Lisa writhed and twitched about upon my erection. Now, both of my hands were pinching and squeezing her sweet bottom. Lisa and I continued in this very same position - her on top of me, with my cock lodged in her, as she leaned over and kissed me - for quite some time. It only ended once I realized that Lisa was experiencing an orgasm. Since we like to share mutual orgasms during sexual intercourse, I decided to let myself go. My cock exploded inside of her, filling and flooding her with a hot batch of sperm. Both of us moaned cautiously, remembering to try and keep the noise at a minimum. All the while, I gave her mouth a series of deep kisses. Soon, Lisa lost all of her strength and sagged against me. She moaned, the side of her face against my shoulder, and then my cock slipped out of her. Tired myself, I kissed the top of her head and then hugged her tightly to me. After a sigh and gasp, she said, "I love you." I smiled at those wonderful words. There is nothing more in this world that I enjoy hearing than those three words - especially from my darling fiancee. "I love you, too," I whispered, close to her ear. As things turned out, Lisa and I fell asleep on the bed, right in the cabin - in each others' arms. This certainly was not planned. I woke up several hours later, around 11:00pm, and then realized where we were. I awakened Lisa and both of us got dressed in a hurry, then went back to our apartment. There, we took a quick shower - and then made love again, before calling it a night and going to sleep. Since then, we have already started to make plans of spending an entire weekend in the boat - perhaps somewhere out at sea. That would be most interesting. Lisa and I alone together for an entire weekend out at sea - I certainly have no objections to the idea.