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Going on a cruise changed her life. The point of taking the Caribbean cruise was to meet men  sexy, available, men. When she met Nick, her plan seemed to be working. He was great looking, had a good job, he liked her, and he was available  everything she wanted. But then, she met a god of the sea and he introduces her to a new level of sex and passion. It capsizes her world.

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The girl was svelte with watery blue eyes and silver hair. Her skin was a strange coppery color and she looked and moved like a young woman, but those blue eyes... there was something very wise and worldly about them. And they were out of sync with her easy smile. 

One of them, Melia thought, her eyes or her mouth, is lying to the world.

Regardless, Poul was obviously taken and that realization made her feel a sadness, a heaviness. Still, that a handsome man had been attracted to her, and she had no doubt of that, made her confident. 

Now he patted the girl's hand. "I am Poul and this is Amy. I'm afraid we must get her this all-important drink."

"I'm Mel... Melia," she said.

His smile warmed her. "Of course, you are."

"What do you mean, of course?"

He laughed. "The myth."

"What myth?"

"Excuse me," he said. "I forget that people don't know the old stories anymore. We are from Greece, Amy and I  a place called Aegae."

"A wonderful name."

"It's a place of legends and many myths. We are proud of our myths. Now, according to Greek legend, Melia was a daughter of Oceanus. I saw you swimming and knew you, such a graceful swimmer, would be her  Melia." 

"I suppose that makes as much sense as any other explanation."

"My drink, Poul," the girl said.

"You must excuse us," he said, and then her gorgeous admirer stood and led the girl to the bar. 

She watched them for a moment, seeing the possessive way Poul's arm encircled Amy's waist as they ordered drinks. Then she climbed out of the pool and went to her chair to where she'd left her towel and dried herself off. Seeing that even more women were topless now, she decided to join them. 

Undoing the tiny bra, she dropped it on the table. She was aware of men's eyes tracking her every movement as she stretched out on her back on her chair. 

She closed her eyes knowing that people, men were still staring. That was good. After all, she had come there to be seen. 

After a time, a gorgeous man of about thirty came over and stood by her chair. She opened her eyes and shaded them with her hand, taking a good look at him. He was squarely built with short black hair. She had seen him watching her. "Hello. My name is Nick. Are you alone?" She liked that he seemed surprised at the possibility.

"All by myself." 

"Can I join you?" 

When she said yes, of course, he sat on the chair next to her. Immediately, he began to flirt. He ordered them drinks and they sat on the chairs talking. 

It amused her, in a good way, that he addressed much of his conversation to her breasts. This was a world that felt wild, different, exciting. 

Around them, people ate and drank and talked. A few swam, splashing in the pool. 

With all this going on she remained acutely aware that single women watched them, her and Nick, from behind sunglasses. Perhaps they had designs on Nick. He was certainly attractive enough.

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A MYTHIC TRYST AT SEA

Kurt Dysan

Copyright © 2015, Kurt Dysan

All rights reserved

This is a work of fiction intended for adults; the people are not actual people but they act like them and a reader would be forgiven for thinking that they were real people. The story contains graphic depictions of sexual acts and is not suitable for children or those who find sex offensive.

 

LEAVING PORT

 

 

When Melia emerged from her stateroom and came onto the deck of the cruise ship, she wore a robe over her skimpy swimsuit. After hesitating for a moment, she began following the signs that led her to the swimming pool.

This was her first day at sea. Hell, this was her only day at sea. It was a time of firsts. Not only had Melia never been at sea before, she'd never even taken a vacation alone before.

Yet here she was doing both. She'd booked herself onto this cruise. Now, as she looked out over the gorgeous blue waters of the Caribbean, she enjoyed the simple idea that she was sampling two new things for the first time. Two firsts at once.

“Why alone?” Clara, her best friend had teased when she told her about it.

“Because it's easier to meet someone when you are alone.”

“Is it?” Clara was dubious.

“Easier for me.”

“You hope.”

Clara was right. Melia did hope she was right. And there was a bit more to it than she’d told her friend, because Melia wasn’t just interested in meeting people, she was looking for an adventure. A sexual adventure. She wanted the freedom to follow new trails without the questioning of friends.

As it was, her life revolved around a crap job that took up far too much of her time and meant that she had to live cheaply. That limited her ability to look for the kind of man she wanted. The guys she did meet, in the places she went, were not the kind she dreamed about.

Not that some weren’t sexy. She’d had guys who were fun in bed. Her dream, however, was to find a man with whom she could share a life of adventure. Of course, that meant having a chance at adventure, and adventure often seemed as elusive as the right guy.

Melia wasn't one to whine. Instead, she'd saved for over a year to pay for this cruise. Not that cruises were a huge adventure. They were fun, but fairly tame. But this one was adults only and she hoped it might give her a chance to meet men who actually did things.

If that didn’t work out perfectly, and while she wanted to find her true love, even finding someone she could enjoy for a shipboard affair would make the trip worthwhile and give her something to build on.

Saving up had meant eating a lot of Raman noodles, but now… here she was, headed toward the large pool on the main deck. Underneath her robe, she wore her new bathing suit. Like the cruise itself, the suit was an investment in adventure and romance.

Melia knew she had an ordinary face, but she had a nice figure and good legs. Strutting her stuff around the pool would give her a chance to show off her best assets. The suit was nothing but a thong and a small strip of fabric over her nipples, all made of the brightest yellow fabric she'd ever seen.

She'd almost been too embarrassed to wear it and had to stand in her cabin while she worked up her courage. You came so you could look sexy for the guys. Suck it up.

Poolside was crowded and she found a lounge chair and slipped off her robe, feeling the caress of the sun.

People were looking at her and at first that made her nervous. But that was why she was there. A calming breath helped and then, as she settled in, she ordered a drink from the steward. She sat in a lounge chair and saw that the looks the other girls were giving her just showed curiosity, jealousy, or concern. The looks on the men’s faces were perfect — exactly what she, her ego needed. Uniformly, those masculine faces radiated pure lust. Eyes were fixed on her pussy.

As far as she was concerned that thong had paid for itself.

Now she sat back on the recliner with a novel she'd brought, but instead of reading, she took her bearings. Many of the girls she saw poolside were topless. She had no problem with that, but Melia had never been topless in public before. Still, she considered taking hers off too. That would give her three firsts. The idea that was cutting loose tickled her.

She looked at the pool. There were few people in it and the water looked inviting. It called to her. She seldom got a chance to swim these days, but in college, she'd been a competitive swimmer.

Leaving her towel and robe on the lounge chair, she walked to the edge of the pool, feeling eyes on her, and dove in. The cool water caressed her, and she felt wonderful. She broke the surface, shook her head, and then began doing laps, letting her long legs and arms propel her through the water effortlessly.

When she'd done a few laps, she grabbed the side of the pool and shook the water from her hair. Suddenly she was in shadow. She looked up and saw a tall man looking down at her.

“You are a graceful and powerful swimmer. What a pleasure to watch.”

She ran her eyes over him admiring his ruggedly handsome look, with long yellow hair and a tangled beard. Tall and muscled, he looked better in a swimsuit than most of the men around the pool. She guessed he must be around forty. That struck her as perfect. He would be experienced and older than she, but not old.

Captivated by the sight of him, it took a minute for her to realize that there was something else going on. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but it was there. If she'd had to explain it, describe it, say to tell Clara when she got home, she'd say she swore he was singing to her.

Yet, he didn't make a sound that anyone could hear other than the words he'd said to her. Yet she felt as if he was singing to her and she could swear it was a love song.

“Are you a swimmer?”

He smiled and squatted by her. “I love to swim, but only in the oceans. This chlorinated water pains me. Do you like to swim in the ocean?”

Her laugh exploded — an involuntary reaction. “I've never had a foot in the ocean. This is the first time I've ever even see one.”

His head shook slowly. “And this isn’t even an ocean, just a small sea. The big oceans are magnificent. You should swim all the oceans, a woman like you.”

“Maybe I'll get the chance someday.”

As he smiled at her, a thin woman in a bikini walked up and put her hand on his shoulder. “Poul, you must get me a drink.”