Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. Do not take it too seriously. All sexual acts involve persons aged 18+. Cruise ship details may be inaccurate -- sorry. Send me money so I can take a cruise, and the next chapter will be better. My thanks to Hypoxia for editing, but any blame for this story belongs to me alone. Your thoughtful feedback is appreciated.
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I felt hands pushing on my chest, tasted salty water in my mouth, and a bitterness of bile. My head was gently forced sideways. I gagged. GAAAAHH! Foul liquid spewed from me. I coughed, and then felt a warm mouth against my cold lips, blowing air into my soggy lungs. The comforting lips moved away. I coughed again.
I shook myself and tried to open my eyes. Bright sunlight blinded me. I was aware of salty humid air, and squawks and wheeling silhouettes of sea gulls flying by, and human shapes hovering around me. I squeezed my eyes shut, then blinked and opened them as best I could.
I was lying flat on a hard surface that moved gently. Was I on a ship's deck? I heard a masculine voice near my ear ask, "Are you all right?"
I turned to the voice. My eyes slowly focused on a man kneeling beside me on the outside deck, a stocky man with concerned blue eyes and short brown hair, dressed in a white uniform and a gold-braided service cap.
I coughed again and drew myself together. I'm okay, I think," I said, and coughed some more. When my voice steadied, I asked, "Where am I? How did I get here?
I realized my slender body was wet. I saw my blue skirt torn to right below my numb buttocks, and a wet white shirt, and a towel wrapped to block views of my full breasts. The pale skin of my long legs was fully exposed. My long blonde hair hung dishevelled at the side of my head.
The man replied, "You're on board a luxury cruise ship bound for Australia, miss. The ship's lookout saw you adrift on a piece of wood flotsam. You are very lucky to be alive. Now, let's make sure you remain among the living, okay?"
He gestured to two husky crewmen in spotless dungarees who helped me onto a padded stretcher. They lifted the stretcher and carried me into the ship's interior, down a passageway, and stopped at a wide doorway marked SICK BAY. A briskly efficient little Filipina nurse oversaw my unloading onto a medical bed.
The ship's doctor, a lean dark Bengali, asked how I felt while he examined me. He poked little devices into my ears and nostrils and mouth, and shone a bright light into my green eyes. He tested my muscle tone and reflexes. He felt all around my chest, checking for broken bones and torn muscles. He handled my breasts -- was he copping a feel? I started to feel aroused. I was alive!
The doctor turned to the gold-capped man standing nearby.
"I think she'll live, Captain. She's a bit malnourished and dehydrated but not seriously enough to warrant an IV. Nurse, give her a litre of Gatorade to drink slowly. Then, miss, you should eat a light meal. Get plenty of rest and you should be right as rain in a very few days. Try to sleep now."
The nurse poured liquid from a green bottle into a glass and handed it to me. I was really exhausted. I sipped a bit of the rehydrating drink through a straw, and then lay back. Unconsciousness claimed me again.
When I awoke, the nurse checked me, then lifted a telephone and spoke. I noticed my shirt and skirt had been dried, by the nurse I presumed. The captain arrived at my side a few minutes later.
"Welcome back to the world, miss. Do you have a name? I am Michael. The crew call me Captain Lewis."
I was captivated by his presence and his smile. "My name is Sasha," I said. "How long must I stay in here?"
I lay on the bed staring at the captain's blue eyes, waiting for his response.
"If you're up to it, you can leave now. Why don't you rest in my quarters till the purser can arrange a cabin for you?" He held out his hand. I gladly took it.
Michael led me slowly down another passageway to a door marked CABIN A. He escorted me inside the good-sized well-appointed room, very neat and masculine. I looked around and tried to absorb the visual details.
"Yes, it's good to be captain!" Michael wryly exclaimed. "Please take my bunk and rest some more, Sasha. I'll arrange for a change of clothes for you. You should have a shower, too. Towels are in that locker." He pointed to a wooden cabinet in the corner of the room.
I stared at the hatch after Michael shut it. Yes, I remembered that a door on a ship is called a hatch. I heard his footsteps fade away into the distance. I took stock of my surroundings.
I looked around the tidy room. In one corner, a soft comfy bed neatly covered with a white bed sheet. In another corner, two sofa chairs of brown hex pattern, and the tall smooth-finished wooden cabinet Michael called a locker. In the room's centre, a square table with two sturdy chairs at opposite ends.
I stepped to the cabinet and opened it. The captain's uniforms hung on the left section. A shelf to the right held folded casual clothes. I squatted to see the below shelves, which held bath linens and incidentals. I picked up a towel and headed to the only hatch in the room other than the exit.
I opened the hatch and viewed the bathroom's interior. A wash basin stood in the end in front of me; my reflection stared back at me from the mirror above it. A western-style toilet was beside the washbasin. A bathtub was a bit to the right from me as I entered.
As much as I love tubs, I didn't feel like going into one just now. Opposite the tub, a shower enclosed in glass panels was set in the corner beside the toilet. I closed the hatch behind me and moved closer to the shower. I found a hanger hook fixed on the wall outside the shower. I hung the towel and started undressing.
I slid out of my blue skirt and saw how torn it was. "This is definitely not usable anymore," I thought. I threw it to the side and eased my lacy panties off. I sniffed them; they reeked with a mixture of strong organic scents. "This really needs to be washed," I chided myself, and hung the stained frilly. I unbuttoned and pulled off my white blouse. I saw faint stains it had caught in the sea; I hung it also.
I opened the glass door and staggered into the shower. I turned the valve letting clean steaming water flow all over my body. After getting completely soaked I turned off the flow and took a plastic bottle of bath gel from its rack. I filled my palms and rubbed gel across my neck, then further down, spreading the soap above my breasts and over my shoulders.
I massaged my breasts thoroughly with more gel. My hands squeezed my tits in circles till my wide pink nipples hardened. I pulled my nipples, moaning slightly, and then proceeded to clean my belly. I rubbed and covered my belly in the foam with a few strokes.
I started applying fresh gel to my thighs, inside and out. I carefully rubbed my inner thighs to try to get off all the stench of the sea. The massage to my breasts and thighs had me turned on enough to rub my pussy, for both pleasing myself and cleaning. I rubbed the soft shaven labia up and down, pressing them gently.
I reached up higher, rubbing my mons, and gasped, feeling myself become very wet inside. Two of my fingers gained access and rubbed in circles, working up to my clit. I moaned gently, rocking my hips back and forth while pressing my love button. My juices flowed, filling my pussy to overflowing.
I gently slid a finger inside, moaning "Ohhh!" and bit my lower lip.
My finger slid in and out; I huffed and panted with each thrust. I leaned back against a wall for support and slipped another finger inside my pussy. I humped my pussy back and forth, moaning rhythmically and building the pace. I slid in a third finger and finger-fucked myself at a fast pace, moaning louder. My climax approached; I inserted my fourth finger, pumping my pussy vigorously, while my other hand moved to rub my clit hard.
