Marian had no interest in going up to the top deck once the ferry began to move. An hour drive followed by a three-hour wait had left her exhausted and mussed. Her hair was flat, her neck sore and with the number of small children piling out of SUV’s on the car deck eager to explore the ferry, she knew she was better off taking a nap.

She’d won a tribal casino’s “Whale Watching Excursion Holiday”, a three-day all-expenses paid weekend for two. Sadly, she had been forced to take the trip alone prior to its expiration. It was a use-it-or-lose-it kind of thing. She psyched herself up for this mini-vacation away from her busy but sadly unfulfilling ‘real world.’ No office. No cell phone. No computer. No Wyatt.

Of course, there was no Wyatt, anyway. Dumped two months prior to the bloody day by her boyfriend of nearly a year, Marian was nursing a broken heart and considered herself amongst the walking wounded. A weekend away might be just the ticket to kick-start the recovery process. She hoped.

The car deck cleared of pedestrians, save for a few stern-faced old men in blue mechanics uniforms putzing around with their tool boxes--not a very reassuring sight when mid-passage.

Marian closed her eyes, fantasizing about her upcoming cruise escorted by the same company hired for exterior shots for the first “Free Willy” movie. “I hope I get to see lots of whales.”

She giggled. Hmmm ... maybe I’ll meet a man. A ‘Free Willy’ fan, or an islander who lives only to pleasure mainland tourists. I wonder if I’ll recognize him at the ferry landing. I hope he has all his teeth. She pulled her jacket over her arms. Willy’s willing willy. God, I need a man.

She reclined her car seat and fell immediately into a deep sleep.

She knew she was dreaming. It was too good to be real.

She was bathed in sunlight, yet felt afloat. The cool water caressed her naked flesh with the touch of an experienced lover. The sun’s heat on her belly sent tendrils of desire through her legs and arms. Her eyes closed, she welcomed smooth, slick hands as they brushed across her breasts and retreated into her lower regions. Fingers slid into her, bringing forth her own wetness to mingle with that of the ocean upon which she rested. Skillful fingers manipulated her clitoris. Her orgasm came immediately; she bucked against the fingers, pushing them deep inside her.

She reached for a head, shoulders ... any other part of her lover. His lips kissed their way up her belly, across her breasts, to her mouth. His kisses were hungry, needful things. She could feel his penis, swollen and hard against her thighs. She opened her legs, inviting him inside her.

She stifled a gasp as he plunged deeply, his thick member filling her, stretching her boundaries between pleasure and pain. She’d never had a man fill her so.

She arched her back as his thrusts grew in strength. She wrapped her legs around his hips, urging him on. He was so deep inside her she thought she could taste his salt on her tongue. With each plunge the shaft of his penis teased her clitoris to new heights. She pulled on his neck, urging their lips to join. She achieved orgasm again, his tongue in her mouth. She sucked at it as if it were the beast inside her.

He came forcefully, pinioning her against the bed of waves. She had no choice but to break their kiss as he pulled away to vocalize his pleasure. The moans a man might make were joined by a sound she did not recognize. A higher-pitched, melodic sound.

She wanted to open her eyes. She tried, but he kissed them closed.

They sank under the waves together, still joined in sexual union. Belly to belly they floated downward, their mouths locked together, sharing a single breath.

His once rock-hard member slid from her as they descended. She wanted him, again. Her eyes still closed, she wrapped her arms around his muscular torso, feeling her way down his body with her face. He swam upward, pulling them once again onto their bed of light and water.

Her mouth found his penis.

She felt it stiffen and grow at the flick of her tongue. Her hands stroked the shaft while she mouthed the thickening head. His clever fingers tugged at her dark auburn pubic hair, and again slid into her, this time from behind.

With great ease, he lifted her atop him, her mound over his face. While she kissed his penis, dreaming only of impaling herself upon it, he kissed her clitoris, inserting his tongue into her vagina again and again, then flicking it around her anus.

She could wait no longer. “I need you now.”

“I need you, always,” he replied.

She pulled away from his warm embrace and turned. She lowered her hips to his, enveloping his penis with her eager body. Pushing her clitoris against his shaft with her fingers, she bucked and rode him with a vengeance.

An orgasm shivered inside her. She quickened her pace, manipulating herself at the same time. He grasped her hips, helping her meet his deep thrusts, pressing her atop him as his own climax built.

This time as she came, it was not her voice that rang out in ecstasy. A new, penetrating, exciting sound emitted from her soul. It was his song--the harmonious, tranquil melody her lover had sung. As he achieved orgasm, he joined her, harmonizing perfectly. Riding together on the waves, they sang of their love until both collapsed, exhausted, sated and tingling.

At last, in the post-coital glow of their passion storm, she opened her eyes. The sun’s reflection on the water made it difficult for her to see his face. She smelled his musk. Tasted him on her lips. Heard his slow, steady breaths. But she could not see his face.

Marian awoke startled as a group of children ran past her car.

She felt like she’d had sex. Good sex. It had been quite awhile since she’d had really good sex. Certainly not with Wyatt. Not near the end.

She started her car. The ferry had docked.