Mistress of the SeaA Story by Brittany
She had been watching the sailor for some time, as he sailed the boat alone in the deep blue waters of the South Pacific. He worked the sails, shirtless, tanned muscles rippling as he pulled the ropes. Blue and white board shorts hugged his waist, coming to a ‘V’ from his broad shoulders. The scent of sweat and man enticed her from her home at the bottom of the sea. Her long dirty blond hair floated around her in the water as she bobbed fifty feet from him, always keeping her distance. The sun was hot on her naked shoulders. He was humming to himself as the vessel started to glide over the sparkling water. She smiled at his joyfulness, his ease, joining her sweet voice with his. He turned then and something about the way his body went rigid made her disappear quickly under the surface. She counted to thirty, peeking with just the top of her head and violet eyes showing. He wasn’t on the boat! Forgetting caution she pushed against the water, surfacing to have a better look.
“Don’t worry miss, I’ll save you.”
Startled, she shrieked at the man’s voice only ten feet from her, quickly coming closer. She plunged beneath the water, twisting her body to dive deep into the dark gloom. Seeing her head go under water, he dove under the surface as well, eyes wide open as he frantically searched for the fair skinned girl. His eyes caught movement, watching the pale, lush body of a woman streak toward the bottom of the ocean floor. He tried to follow. His body could not tolerate the depth, resigning himself to the surface once more, unwilling to give up, he floated for several minutes, alternately treading water and ducking to search for the fair maiden with the voice of an angel. His arms began to weaken. He returned to his boat.
That night he slept under the stars, awaken by a thump on the deck. He froze, picking up a knife he crawled toward the noise. There on his deck in the middle of the ocean lay a beautiful, supple woman gasping for air. Her long wavy hair covered naked curves except for a rosy n****e that peeped between the locks. His eyes followed the lines of her body noticing the soft patch of curls hiding her garden of pleasure. Her legs were long and smooth, but appearing weak and useless to her at the moment. Her breath was coming easier now. He kneeled at her face, noticing her red rosebud lips.
“Miss, are you okay?” He asked in a voice just above a whisper, reaching out to gently brush the hair from her face.
She coughed. Eyes fluttered. She looked into his handsome face,smiling at the way his brown hair was tousled by sleep.
“Miss?” He asked anxiously.
She pushed herself up, opening her mouth, but no words came out. Everyone knows the sea witch demands your voice in exchange for the elixir to turn a mermaid to human. She smiled sadly, trying to adjust herself into a sitting position.
“Are you hurt, miss?”
She nodded, touching a small delicate hand to her throat.
“You can’t speak?”
She shook her head no, leaned toward him, falling into his arms. He caught her, looked into her pretty face, just inches from his own. She laid a hand to his cheek. Her eyes flicked from his eyes, to his lips, closing the gap between them. The next morning the sailor rose in the warm sunshine, stretched, feeling sated, satisfied, and alone. Looking out at the never-ending expanse of blue, he was reminded that the sea was both a seductive and mischievous Mistress whose secrets are never totally revealed. With a soft smile, he fired up the boat for home and began to hum.
© 2012 Brittany
Added on September 10, 2012
Last Updated on October 23, 2012