Patience

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Believe it or not, my line of work is not all fun and games.  When people ask what I do, and I respond model, I do get a share of giggles, as if that certainly couldn’t be my real job.  When I meet that with a stoic glare, and they press on, I reveal that I’m a nude model for art classes, and then everything seems to fall into place for them.  They have tons of questions, and I have a ton of answers, which I can rattle off usually before the questions are asked.  Yes, I don’t have a problem taking off my clothes for strangers, no, I’m not going to do it now.  Yes, the pay is ok, at least when the schools honor the contracts and pay me on time, no, I don’t have to deal with lecherous glares from horny old men all the time.  Most people are cool with what I do, and some are a bit judgmental, looking at me like a glorified stripper.

Normal

I arrived at Demona’s house a bit nervous.  We had only briefly spoken on the phone, and shared countless messages online, and she had always been a kind ear to lay my guts out to.  Although I’m a proud atheist, and she’s a self-proclaimed psychic, we became fast friends, and filled the hole that Kate had left in my life.  Kate had been perfect for me and now she was gone from my life, and I just didn’t know what was left.

Border

I was sleeping in the passenger seat of Minnie’s SUV, when a gentle nudge woke me from my nap.  Minnie was still driving, of course, her slender body nestled deeply inside a bucket seat that was pushed all the way up.  She wore a baseball cap and sunglasses, something she had never worn before, but today was all about new things.  “Hey wake up, we did it!”

At just five feet and one inch, Minnie looked like a teenager, excitedly taking the car out for the first time.  Of course, we were both in our forties, and driving was nothing new, but Minnie was still bouncing in her seat as excited as a teenager as she pointed at the road sign to me which declared, “Welcome to Nevada!”

The End of the Bar

I walked into that bar exhausted yet again, another day at work.  Hiring someone else at this point would be ineffectual, it would take three of me to get through the paperwork that is ever growing on my desk.  I’m not even sure what we make anymore, is it paperclips?

This isn’t your pickup bar, or even a dive, it’s an after-work bar where the paper-pushers, middle-men and women, and office drones sit and drink their worries from the day away.  It is where I can walk in with the clothes I work in, and not be bothered by men trying in vain to pick me up, and women who were born when I started college looking at me like an ancient old crone.

I sipped my cranberry vodka and breathed with a sigh, letting go of the worries of the day, and attempting to watch the game on the tiny screen.  Then, I saw her, the girl at the end of the bar, and my mind’s feet drifted over to her.

She was in her early twenties, dark skin, and a very cute bob haircut.  Her hair was curly and highlighted and she had the cutest nose.  She sipped her drink, possibly a shirley temple, through a straw and looked around, not knowing what to do with herself.

I certainly did.  I would reach over and stroked her shoulder and she would smile in response.  I’d sit next to her and try to match the excitement in her large black eyes with equal excitement in my green ones.  I would comment on her dress, which looked absolutely divine and showed off her long legs, and she would comment on my hair and I would ask if she would like to go to a booth.

She would respond with “Maybe somewhere else...” and rise from her stool and lead me out of the bar and into the cool night air.  She would lead me to her car, and then inside, and we would drive to her apartments.  Once inside, we would waste no time with getting-to-know-yous, we would both know what was going to happen.

She would start by kissing my neck and reaching behind me to undo my dress.  I would hug her and take in the intoxicating scent of her hair and kissing down the dark skin of her shoulders, while wiggling her body to get out of the dress which she had loosened with one swift motion.  That dress would fall to the floor, as would mine and our bodies would collapse onto her couch, my hands exploring her mocha skin, and her tongue getting her first taste of my stiffening pink nipples.

Eventually, her touching would be too much, and I would rub against her hip, giving her the indication that under thin cotton panties was a moist patch, waiting to get touched, kissed, and licked.  She would then slip off my bra and I would use my teeth to drag her panties down, as she undid hers a little more expertly than mine.

With her pussy revealed, I would pull my face close to the dark patch of hair and already swollen lips that I could see within.  Kissing her inner thighs would only tease her more and leaning back she would assume the position for what I was an expert in.  I would tease her clit carefully to make and appearance, and then plant little kisses around, as she closed her eyes and scrunched up her face in an adorable way.  My mouth on her pussy would make her squirm and tease her just so, and then my mouth would find new territory on her ample breasts.  As I would lick her dark nipples, her arms would envelop me, not being shy about wanting our exposed pussies to finally make contact.  We would kiss on the lips, and our pussy lips would meet, tasting each other sinfully as our mouths and hands explored each other with a white hot intensity.

Her bed would naturally come next, and our nude bodies would climb inside, making a mess of the neatly laid out covers and sheets.  We would tangle ourselves in passion and pass our juices back and forth to each other, tasting each other and drinking each other in as the other came.  We would be as loud as we needed to be and greedy with the air, panting heavily as a signal to each other to keep on doing what they were doing.  We would then collapse into each others arms and relax the rest of the night away as we dreamed together with each other’s scents and tastes still fresh and intoxicating the other, more than any drink could.

A loud cheer from the bar snapped me out of my daydream.  The score had been made, the game had been won.  I looked at the end of the bar, and my girl now had company, a tall muscular man who planted a kiss on his date, and unfortunately, the game for me was over before it started.

Captain Lily

I was shaken awake by a loud bang, on the starboard side of the boat.  I was sleeping in my two-piece in the cabin, when the explosion happened, and through my instinctual panic and ringing ears, I wasn’t coherent enough to figure out a reasonable plan.  

I somehow stumbled to the deck, and surveyed the damage, looking for Kevin. I guess I had assumed that since the cabin was fine, everything else was too. The tattered remains of the stern told me otherwise.  There were fragments of boat spread out across the water, and no sign of Kevin anywhere.  I recoiled at the horror, and tears flooded my eyes as I realized that I was on a sinking ship, Kevin was probably dead, and I was miles from shore.

It wasn’t long before the boat was taking on water and I was fervently looking for a life boat, inflatable raft, or anything I could hang on to.  All that life vest training that the marina made us do just a few hours before as panic filled my head and I just repeated to myself “This must be a dream, this must be a dream.”

As the boat started to tip, I was more and more certain this was not a dream and I was forced to leap from the boat and into the water.  At that moment I realized my suit was not made for diving, swimming, or anything other than making my curves look good.

I swam to a large piece of debris from the stern, a piece of fiberglass that was mercifully staying afloat.  This would be my lifebuoy, and it would be my home until help arrived.  My panic-riddled mind, which had comforted me before with promises that this was all a bad dream now comforted me with promises that help would soon arrive.  I kept all contrary thoughts out of my head as I scanned the horizon for any sign of life.

About ten minutes passed and a shiny jewel appeared on the horizon.  I cried at the sight, as I thought my ordeal would be done.  This boat would help me, it just had to.  I waved as hard as I could, holding on to my little piece of fiberglass that kept me afloat.

The boat approached and a woman appeared on the deck.  I thanked the heavens for my luck and although she was a bit older, and wore some strange clothing, I considered myself saved.

“Thank you! Thank you!”  I yelled.   “Please, please, let me come aboard.”

“Of course my dear!”  she said.  She tossed me a rope and I hung on for dear life.  Her boat was an older style shrimping boat and I soon realized I was being pulled out of the water, buoy and all, in the same net that would hold hundreds of pounds of raw shrimp.   However, I didn’t care what my rescue smelled like, it smelled like sweet freedom to me.

I was gathered into the net and lowered down, a diesel powered winch pulling me aboard.  I was still encased in foul smelling ropes as I talked to what I thought was my savior.  “Thank you so much!”  I exclaimed.  “Can I use your radio?”

The woman stood at about five foot five inches and had several tufts of gray hair, streaking through a large mane.  She looked at me with piercing blue eyes, and a face full of wrinkles and an aged skin obviously kissed by the sun.  Kiss is actually too light of a term for it, the sun went to town on her face, and her whole being looked radiant with wisdom, experience, and power that came with a life spent at sea.  She was in her late fifties, with a body that was toned perfectly not through repetitive cycles on an elliptical but real work under the sun.

“Oh deary,” she said in a crackly voice.  “I have no use for radio.  I fly under my own flag.”

I looked at her mast to see what she meant.  The mast had a banner, a white table cloth with letters sewn into it which read “LILY” across.  I realized that this woman lived on this boat, and by her own rules.  “Now,” she said, “get out from under these ropes.”  She clawed at the ropes, in what I thought was an attempt to free me, but I soon realized she was clawing at too much.  Her hands were grasping not only at rope but at the string ties which held my bikini in place.

“Umm, Lily,”  I asked meekly.  “Is that your name?  You’re grabbing...”  I was cut off.

“Lily is what I call myself, you shall call me Captain!” she barked the order like a drill sergeant.  I swallowed hard.

“Yes, Captain.”  I said again, her hands still pawing at the ropes and my suit, she had already managed to untie the rear bow that kept the top in place, and I could also feel the straps that straddled my hips turn free.  I realized that as the ropes fell around me, I would be left naked on the deck.  “Captain, my suit.”

“Is now my suit!” she said with a dead serious look.  She collected the net, and separated from me, taking the suit with it in one quick motion.  I was left shocked and my hands leaped into action to preserve what modesty I had left.  “If anything gets tied up in my ropes it belongs to me!”

Tears started to well up in my eyes.  “You can’t do this!”  I cried, “We have to go back to the land, you have to...”

“Let me set you straight, Missy!”  she started.  “Back in ‘72 I was a lot like you.  Young, tight, had all the guys and some girls after me.  But now, all I have is this boat.  This goddamn boat!”

I could see pain in her eyes, and realized this scorned woman was my life preserver now.  My only ticket to freedom was to convince her to let me go, and do whatever she wanted with me.  My helplessness was the only thing I had left to offer.

“You’re right,”  I cried.  “You’re right, I’ll do whatever you want, just please take me to shore, please.”  I begged.

“Get over here and kneel,” she ordered.  I walked over still covering myself as best I could, my tears welling up in the afternoon sun.  I knelt and the Captain made me move my hands to my sides.

“Tell me you are nothing on my deck!”

“I am nothing.”  I said dejected.  I thought of my friends and family on shore, wondering if they would be missing me right now.  I thought about Kevin and if he was alive or what happened to him.  I wondered if I was to make it out of here alive.

“Do you pledge your body, mind, and soul to me?”  I thought about it, and what I was giving up.  I choked back tears, thinking of my family, friends and Kevin and said.  “Yes, Captain,” as effortlessly as I would order soup from a restaurant.  At that moment, I truly believed my life had been transformed, and I was now property of this powerful goddess.

She took me to the bow and I was in a daze.  I did not flinch or hesitate as she tied my wrists to the railing, forcing me to bend at the waist, my naked ass jutting out, presenting itself to her.  I did not react as I saw her remove the makeshift leather strap from around her waist.

“This will show you, what power is!”  she cruelly screamed.  At her final word, a large whack hit my ass, and my eyes burst into more tears.  The pain coursed through my body and I was powerless to do anything to ease my aching backside.  She dished out more swats and I flinched at each one, as I knew red marks appeared across my ass.

“Please,” I cried out in incredible pain.  “I’ll do anything for you, just stop please!”

The Captain stopped at my pleas, and remarked that she liked my offer.  “Anything is quite broad,” she said with a wide grin.  

“Please,” I cried.  “I just want to go home.”

She untied me, and lead me to her cabin, which she said would be my home for as long as she saw fit. She ordered me onto the bed, face up, which I complied with readily.  My ass burned, but I was out of objections. I saw as she removed her clothing in front of me, to reveal her own body.

It was toned and very nice looking, a nice tight package.  If she looked this good now, she must have been a knockout in 1972, I thought privately.  Although she had made me nothing, spanked me, and brought me to this room to ravish me, I was still impressed by her form.  If I was to be subjected, I was glad it was someone like her doing it.  

She also had an impressive snake tattoo, which I caught a complete glimpse of as she turned. The head started at the nape of her neck and travelled all the way down her back, wrapping around her stomach.  The snake pattern continued all the way across her stomach and down her left leg, the tail finally curling around her calf.  She turned around as I stared, admiring her whole sun-drenched body.

My mouth said nothing as it hung open.  She giggled at my expression.  “I think I have a fan.”  I was completely lost, I was thinking of nothing at this point except her body.  The events of the day had dissolved into a blur and as I laid on the bed, although the mattress was lumpy and the surroundings were dirty and rust-covered, I was in heaven.  This cabin could have been the Four Seasons, as far as my mind was concerned.

She straddled my body and I immediately responded. Not with horror or revulsion, but with lust.  Her soft lips touched mine and we kissed as though we were old time lovers.  Thoughts of the hardships that had happened throughout the day dissolved, consequences of these actions were non-existent, and my arms wrapped around this Captain, taking her entire form and wrapping it next to mine.  Our legs caressed, as they slipped together fitting like together as two lost puzzle pieces would.  I kissed her neck and traced down her tattoo, and the stinging of my beatings seemed to melt away as I kissed more.

This snake woman was captivating me completely, and just as she had delivered the pain to me, her kisses and her touch seemed to also take it away.  She was a goddess over me, molding me and creating pleasure in me that I craved deeply.  As she touched my pussy, softly and gently carressing me in ways that I thought were only known to myself, my moans turned into words and those words, with or without my permission I cannot be sure, came out as “I love you.”

She kissed me full on the lips, and did not break that sacred kiss until I came.  I laid back in pure bliss, and looked at her longingly.  She kissed me again and let my tired body rest.  

When I awoke I was back on the deck of the ship, seated on a bench, wrapped in a gray blanket.  My tired mind had not remembered the trip from her cabin to the deck, but I had obviously cooperated.  I looked around and saw that another ship, a gleaming white Coast Guard cutter docked along side.   I was naked still, but covered by the gray blanket.  

“It’s a good thing we found you on this ship,” an officer standing over me said.  “It was awful kind of this lady to help you out.”

“I do my best to help out,” Captain Lily said, her bitterness had completely evaporated from her personality.  “You’ll now go with them, they found your boyfriend too. Apparently he had taken a raft out, before your ship sank, and got himself lost.  Good thing there’s GPS.”

I was relieved but also looked to the Captain for what, I didn’t know.  

“It wouldn’t have worked,” the Captain said, carressing my cheek.  “I’m lost at sea.”

She walked away from me, and I rose to walk toward the Coast Guard ship, and my own life.  The Captain had awakened far more in me than probably she ever intended, and I would be forever grateful.  In the choppy waters which lay ahead, she would be my buoy, guiding my way home.