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Ch. 6
The Opening
She’d wakened early, eagerly alert to the day, to her voyage, endless possibilities inviting her outside. A warm blue sky beckoned, the light building over dawn grey sea.
Maddy selected pale blue bra and panties, then slipped into a soft draped skirt and silky blue top, sleeveless to bare her tanned arms and neck, loose to accommodate the expected warmth of the day. She slipped into new sandals, put keycard in her pocket, and grabbed her camera. No one else was about, ‘not that I’m surprised,’ and she silently mounted the open stairs outside her cabin and swished forward to the prow of the ship.
As she did so, she raised her eyes to where the Watch was sitting, in the Bridge’s windows, glasses to their eyes. Both sailors raised a hand to greet her, and she returned their salutes with a wave.
Maddy patted a bit self consciously at her hair, which caused her wind-erect nipples to stand out even more.
She turned her eyes to the view ahead. The width of ocean she knew to be a mere trick of perception, knew they were really in the midst of many islands and islets, dancing their way through the crowded Caribbean, steering clear of other vessels which followed their own choreography. As she raised her camera to view the scene, she was unaware of the sighs and soft wolf whistles behind the glass of the bridge.
Watercolour clouds leaned gently on a background of nursery blue, presaging the sun’s arrival on the scene. “I’m just in time,’ and she swung open her camera, and began today’s record of wonders. Palest mauve brushstrokes supported pouffs tinted improbable pearl pink. ‘No one would believe me, if I just told them. They’d say I was exaggerating again,’ and she only half smiled at the remembered put downs by family and friends for her attempts to describe memorable scenes and events. ‘Good thing Miffy gave me this dear camera,’ and she clicked away, happy to be able to review the images and transfer ones worth saving onto her laptop. The background hue altered momentarily, becoming a pear tone, a creamy yellow which perfectly complemented the mauve. She wandered, skirt moulding her generous thighs, blouse pressed against her breasts. softly side to side, choosing images of breaking waves with unexpected green shadows in them, of crests of foam slipping away from both sides of the graceful high point of the ship’s prow. ‘Easy to see she was built as an icebreaker.” Maddy didn’t know how that thought was about to apply to her life, and affect her so that she’d never again be the same sixty-seven year old who had set sail aboard the darling of the fleet, three days earlier, outside Southampton.
The sun flared into full light, over the port rail, which had dipped within a swell. A fellow passenger, abroad early with his camera remarked to her “Hm, sea’s a bit heavier than I’d expect, this time of year. Too early for storm season, but you can run afoul of local disturbances. Be prepared to hold on tight tonight!”
Too bad she didn’t take his advice seriously.
But instead, she smiled at what she took to be his fear mongering, and went down the stairs, tugged open the heavy deck door, unlocked her cabin, and left her camera on her bed. ‘Breakfast, I think. Yeah, I’m really hungry.’
Skirt swishing around her legs, she half skipped down the first flights of stairs. As she arrived beside the huge window, opposite the men’s washroom, its door opened, and
“Woman, woman, you changed my life. Your talks ripped me open, and crept into my heart. Woman…” The big man choked, he reached out to her, his eyes begging. “Woman, please let me…” he cut off his pleading. Head tilted to one side, he stood, his hands begging her to accept their grasp.
Maddy was frozen. He stepped towards her in the brightness of the window, in the public space of the hallway. She’d been expecting a humourous quip, even the standard ‘Good Morning, Madam’. She didn’t know what to say, or do. Her heart raced. She could see the dark man’s heartbeat pulsing in his monumental neck, see the bulge of his (thigh muscles??) straining the crisp whit duck os his uniform trousers. He hitched at them somewhat abashed, but advanced another step.
The earnest man made no effort towards secrecy, or even discretion. His big, glistening hands cradled her upper arms as he pulled her to him, tightly to him, to his wide, hard chest. She could feel the hammer beat of his heart. He lifted her against him, his face open and vulnerable and young. He held her up, so that her face was on a level with his, and he held her both gently and powerfully.
“I am going to take you to your cabin and give you something you don’t even know you need. Will you come?” She looked into his honest eyes, and nodded assent, and he smiled, and set her down, carefully as he would something precious. Nothing further was said. He bundled her through the lounge, past a wide-eyed Lloyd whom Maddy signaled with silencing finger to her lip. He passed the offices, the desk, and swept her into the elevator.
‘Oh My God! I can’t breathe! This is amazing, absolutely unbelievable,’ and her heartbeat matched his, and her lips were warm on his, as he kissed her as the elevator doors slid closed.
No more words could she ever recall. Or want to recall. Not one. No memory of leaving the elevator, of going down the hall to her cabin. No memory of opening it (did he unlock that, too?) No words.
Only sensations. His hard packed arms, as he gathered her in them, while he kicked the door shut behind them. He picked her up, and held her there, against his warm clean mouth, which surrounded and entered hers. Their tongues did -what? Mingled? Twisted about each other? Tickled the other? Which was which? No words.
But then Maddy recognized what real kisses were, and depths of a passion she couldn’t have imagined enkindled her organs, began its burn.
She had no memory of clothing being removed, only recalled his quiet moaning. He was bent over her, as she stood before him, his huge, warm, black hands each cradling one of her suddenly very white-looking breasts.
“My little friends,” he whispered over and over, even as he licked and kneaded gently, kissed them, hefted them. His hot mouth raised her still pink nipples to heights she’d never seen. And now he was moaning, continuously, mouth to each breast in turn.
Maddy had somehow opened his shirt: later, there were no buttons lying on the floor, so she must have undone them. She kissed his sweet dark flesh, stretched tautly over his sculpted chest muscles. She almost moaned aloud, as she licked his purple nipples, but his gentle hand forestalled her sound, and he bent to whisper “Ssh. The boys are terrible gossips.” Silently she licked his chest, he heaved great breaths, struggling to contain the intensity of his excitement.
White upon black, yin and yang, how they balanced. He held her curved into him, somehow. She had no recollection of clothes flung or slid off, just of his tight belly, his powerful weight-lifter legs.
Utterly unselfconsciously, she saluted his manhood with a gentle kiss.
His eyes closed, he opened his broad mouth in a silent howl of ecstasy.
Later she might wonder ‘Where were his hands? When did we lie down?’ and answer herself ‘I don’t know, and it doesn’t matter.’ ‘When did we come together?’ What a mystery, a true ancient mystery it had all been. Just as should have been the way of opening, she would wish, for women all over the world: A gift, a mysterious giving, one to the other.
Merging unlike any other she had ever experienced, indescribable pleasure, a melting of tissue, of blending two into one.
Then, unexpectedly, words! Hers! “Lock the door.” She recalled only that. Not who had done so, nor cared to try to recall. Later she couldn’t recall actions, only the sense of awe that encompassed their pairing. Wonderment swept her, hugeness of sensations, incomparable.
No ripping, no forcing, no hurrying, but a gradual unfolding, a rose opening to the sun in midday heat, exposing her center, revealing her secret golden heart, a secret she had held beyond her awareness all these years. Out of her own awareness, so she had never missed it. She flowed, as she never had before, she disappeared.
His voice, soft, strangled. “Is it all right if I come now?” he seemed to whisper in her ear, from far, far away. Somehow she mouthed, “Yes, oh yes” against him and he stifled his delicious agony against her heart as he gave of himself the ultimate gift.
Later, she found herself sitting dazed on the edge of the bed. Who’d pulled back the covers? Did they matter? Not compared to the real uncovering. Big T strode into the bathroom, and brought her a warm washcloth, and signaled her to swab the damp spot that testified their passion.
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