Five days before:
The Captain:
It was a relief to sit in the pub drowning my sorrows. At least the experiences
of the last few weeks could temporarily be set aside, or could they?
Losing Kerilynn after all this time was just too much. She meant so much to me.
We had learned to thoroughly enjoy one another's company, and understood how to
please each other. Still, Keri was one to wander a bit, so it was always hard.
What I really needed was someone who was mine. Mine to adore, mine to enjoy,
mine to use. A man like myself desperately needed the sort of love that involved
a complete giving. I needed to have my own, my very own woman.
One day I will find such a woman. I know they exist. My maid, Sarah, talks about
them all the time. "Subs", she calls them. As her Master this woman would
willingly want to cater to my every whim, to satisfy my every sexual desire.
Wouldn't that be something? But does such a woman really exist? I must keep
looking. Sarah assures me she is there.
Time I headed back to the beach house. If I drink much more I'll be in no fit
state to drive.
The night is so quiet, misty, dark. It reminds me so much of nights back home
in New Zealand. So few people around... you can hardly see more than a few
feet ahead. The darkness reaches out to me, so lonely, so depressed. Still, the
car's not far, just across the bridge.
But, what's that woman doing? Climbing onto the side of the bridge? "No! Hey!
Stop that!" I call. I run as fast as I can, reaching out for her.
God no, she's gone!
No time. I rip off my jacket and shoes and jump. It's so dark...can't even see
her, but she's there. I swim around and around...there...there she is. I grab,
pull her to me. She's alive. She's okay. I think she'll be all right. Thank God!
I swim with her to the shore and rest on the bank. Not a soul around. Funny, you
would have thought someone would have noticed, but no, seems not. I'd better get
her to a hospital, quickly. She is so cold. Not that I'm all that warm myself.
I carry her to the car and lay her on the back seat. Fortunately I have a throw
rug and place it over her. I can't help noticing how young and attractive she
is, so small... vulnerable...with her lovely, long red hair lying all wet beside
her face and over her eyes. I use my hand to brush it back. Hell, even in this
light she is so beautiful.
[Come on Dee, this is stupid. You need to get her to a hospital.]
The drive takes about thirty minutes, and all the time my judgement is playing
ridiculous tricks with me. Could I take her back to the beach house? Could I
just get to have one really good look at this beautiful woman in the light?
Maybe I could look after her. Maybe...
[Stop it Dee.]
That's stupid, or is it? After all she is moving around a bit. She's obviously
not that bad, nothing that a hot chocolate Milo, warm shower and clothing
wouldn't fix. I could say I had no idea where to take her. She didn't need a
hospital. It would be pretty miserable hanging around a police station.
Yeah, why not?
I turn the heater up and make sure she's comfortable...she seems to be sleeping.
Then, putting "The Captain" CD on, I play it quietly as I drive. Kasey
Chambers, I love that singer, and the song...just perfect for me.
Even I'm feeling okay by now, wet clothes and all. Maybe this wonderful woman
could be mine, at least for a while. The whole situation is full of intriguing
possibilities. That's me though, dreaming again.
It takes me about an hour to get to the beach cottage. Sarah was expecting me to
be late, and has left the house well lit...but how can I explain my "visitor" in
the morning?
I carry my "prize" inside. Light as a feather she is, and I can feel her
softness against me even through our clothes. As I approach my bedroom she
starts to disturb, but only slightly. Still unconscious I lay her on the bed.
Oh God she looks something else! I suppose I could phone...get Sarah to help,
but no. I don't want her to know, at least not until I've had a chance to talk
to my "prize" and learn something about her. Her name? I don't even know her
name.
This is going to be wonderful, I think, knowing that she needs her wet clothing
removed. Should I or not? Buggar it, why not? She's my prize, after all...and
it's the right thing to do.
Silently I remove her outer clothing, until I finally get her down to her
underwear, and stand back to have a look. Words just can't describe the sight
before me. Oh...how can I ever control myself?
[Shut up Dee, get on with it.]
The bra first. Her breasts are so firm, the nipples sticking straight out. Not
aroused of course, just cold...but they looked aroused. The aureoles are so
large, I feel as if I could suck them right into my mouth...enlarging them,
making them humongous.
Panties...basic cotton panties, hiding everything. But what lies beneath? I'm
longing to look. I slide them down, her little thatch of auburn pubic hair
hiding a virtual paradise. If only I could see inside there...into that
wonderful honey pot. I wonder how many men have been there? Maybe none. Maybe
she'll be mine alone. What a dream, what a wonderful dream.
I can't resist touching her. She lies so still. My hand runs down gently over
her breast, brushing the tips of her nipples with my palm, on down her side.
[Be careful, Dee, she's disturbing.]
She seems fine though, but maybe groggy a bit, a little hazy. My hand brushes
across her tummy. She turns slightly, her legs open involuntarily. You can see
she is unconsciously enjoying my touch.
[I shouldn't be doing this.]
Oh, why not? No one knows. I can't resist the prospect of getting my finger in
just a little, just enough to get some juice, to taste my prize.
Gently, I dip. Oops, she obviously enjoyed that, but then so did I. Mmmmm. So
nice.
I must stop now. It's not fair. I'll leave her to sleep it off. I'll be ready
for her when she wakes in the morning...
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