by Orr, Pauline
There was only one woman left ahead of me now and I was starting to get incredibly inpatient. I fiddled around in my handbag trying to find my passport. My search proved unlucky and I automatically went into panic mode; throwing the contents everywhere I still couldn’t find it.
However I could almost feel the man’s eyes on me and hear his laughs as my belongings flew uncontrollably in to the air around me. Every item had found a new home in various areas of my once tidy car. Once I was sure I had thrown everything out I tipped my handbag up over my lap. Must to my amusement and annoyance my passport dropped softly into my lap by itself. Trust my luck for it to be hidden at the bottom of everything.
I quickly snapped it up and looked forward again. Seeing I was next I drove to the booth and waved my passport out the window. A hand ripped it out of my own and a man assessed it slowly. I looked up at the stony faced man and smiled brightly.
It was something I always seemed to do, smile as wide as I could at people. He looked at me curiously, his eyebrow rising far too high on his head. I tried to hold back a laugh, not wanting to offend the intimidating man.
“You’re traveling alone?” he asked, making it sound more like an accusation. I nodded slowly, my face actually blushing lightly.
“OK,” he stated bluntly and threw my passport back through the window. Stunned at his rudeness I drove off, putting the important papers safely into my now empty bag. I checked behind me to see that the other man was still at the booth office.
I chuckled to myself, maybe I would get some payback and he would be stuck there for a while. I navigated the busy road on to the ship, trying to avoid all the people wandering around. The boat didn’t leave for another hour or so which meant that there were a lot of people with nothing to do.
Finally managing to break through the people I pulled up to the ferry, waiting to get on. The BMW was lost somewhere in the crowds as I drove up onto the metal ship.
There were already a large collections of cars parked in the bottom of the boat and I joined them quickly, desperate to get out and stretch my stiff legs. I did a quick scan of my surrounds and nothing of interest met my eyes. For some reason I was missing the handsome man in the BMW, he had been the first exciting part of my solo trip.
I parked up next to a few worn out looking family cars, not far from the entrance. There were only a few people milling around in the depths of the boat so I started to rearrange my bag. I really had managed to spray its contents the length of my car. Reaching my lipstick I reapplied the bright red colour to my lips and rearranged my hair.
Satisfied at my appearance and my newly cleaned car I unlocked the door and jumped out. My sun dress fell loosely over my curvy body, leaving me cool in the hot summer sun. Even below the boat it was surprisingly hot; my choice of a simple white dress was definitely a good one. Although I would have to buy something warmer when I got to France; thankfully the ferry ride was only five hours long and I wouldn’t have to entertain myself for too long.
I looked around, taking a few minutes to locate the exit; it was hidden in a darkened corner behind some cars. I jogged over to it, brushing past one or two people as I went. For some reason it was starting to get darker around the cars and I wanted to get into the light again. I walked up the small staircase and the next few to follow with ease, my heals not restricting me too much.
Within a few minutes I had surfaced onto the main passenger area of the ship. Everywhere I looked there were people trying to find a spot to make themselves comfortable. I bypassed them and followed the nearest sign to a café; it was hot today even in my dress. The sea swirled beside me as I walked along, although we were still docked waves lashed at the sides. I had never been one for boats and quickly rushed on. The 5 hours was starting to feel more like a year, I was desperate to get to France and start my newly free life.
The café was small and quaint, not much like the ones you would normally see on a large boat. There were old wooden tables, neatly dressed with flowers and soft fabric seats. Smiling to myself I walked over to the counter; it was almost empty in here, strange since the other places were packed with restless travellers.
The only people other than me were a few smartly dressed men in the far corner, giving all their attention to the newspapers they were reading. I reached the counter; they had a wide range of ice drinks, perfect for this type of day.
My eyes drifted to the price and my mouth nearly dropped open. No wonder nobody else was here, although quaint they had marked the prices up beyond belief. I huffed angrily before picking out my favoured drink; a pure strawberry chiller. The waitress took my order and I settled myself down in a soft seat nearby.
Wondering how much time I could pass in here, I barely noticed the waitress drop my drink down next to me. I quickly grabbed my bag so I could look for my purse to pay the woman. When it didn’t reach my hands immediately I dug a little deeper, not wanting to repeat the incident in my car earlier. The waitress tried to mutter something but I stuck my hand up to her hastily, lost in my frantic search.
When I hit the bottom of the bag I started to pull things out desperately; my purse was massive how could I miss it. Suddenly it dawned on me, it was somewhere in my car. I froze, the table was covered in my belongings and my face flushed.
“I’m sorry I left my purse in the car, I’ll have to go and get it,” I muttered sheepishly. The waitress’s face looked mildly concerned as her eyes darted between me and the pile on the table.
“I’ve been trying to tell you Miss the gentleman over there paid for your drink,” she said hastily before darting off. Why would a few old business men pay for my drink, they hadn’t even seen me walk in?
My eyes darted around the room, I was sure I hadn’t missed anybody. Just as I was trying to convince myself of that my eyes landed on the mystery man from the car behind me. He was sat right near the entrance; I had just walked past him.
My already red face flushed darker, I really had an awful eyesight, either that or I was just plain unobservant. The man noticed my staring and raised his drink slightly to me. My mouth dropped and I just watched him, unsure of what to do.
I slowly nodded at him, acknowledging that he had brought me the drink. It didn’t take him long to notice the pile of stuff on my table and to break out in silent hysterics. I put my head in my hand, embarrassment flooding over me; I had never actually met this man and yet he always seemed to see me at my worst.
I shook my head violently, trying to erase the first hour of my escape plan; it definitely hadn’t gone to plan at all. What felt like hours pasted but it had probably only been a few seconds. I lifted my head slightly, ready to face the world again; I immediately realised it was a mistake when my eyes met the torso of my man.
He was wearing a bright white t-shirt and faded black jeans. The trousers hung loosely from his hips, creating an extremely sexy look. I pulled my eyes away from them and dragged them over his toned stomach. My legs tightened at the image of him, the heat from earlier had rushed back instantly. I twisted my legs under the table, trying to quench the hunger radiating through them.
When I finally reached his face a concerned look covered it; hidden slightly by his light brown hair covering a single green eye. The look in his other one betrayed his face slightly, just behind the concern was obvious humour at what he was witnessing.
“I… um,” I stumbled lamely. He smiled brightly at me, his eyes sparkling slightly.
“Is this seat taken?” he asked gesturing to the free seat next to me. I shook my head slowly, not sure if my mouth could handle words yet. The man pulled the chair out slowly, just as a few items from my handbag dropped loudly from it to the floor.
My cheeks blazed heat again as I rushed to pick them up, at the same time as he did. Our heads collided with an incredibly loud sound which echoed off the walls around us. I could imagine everyone looking round as I struggled to regain my correct sight.
Two strong hands pushed me back in to my seat and dropped my be
longings next to the others on the table. I rubbed my sore temple slowly against my hand, trying to stop the pounding. When I finally looked up, the man was sat down next to me, giving his fully concerned look this time.
“I’m fine,” I said, my head slowly starting to stop spinning.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hit you,” he said honestly. I nodded slowly, immediately regretting the move as my head spun again. I rubbed it and started to wonder why this man had actually come over to my table in the first place.
“I’m Jeremy,” he said interrupting my thought process. He stuck his hand out hesitantly, as if trying not to hurt me again.
“Robin,” I said taking his hand and shaking it quickly. The soft feel of his fingers brought back the reminder of my earlier heat as it surged through me again. My thighs rubbed together intensifying my need and desire for this man. I had never been that much of a sexual person, until now that was. Something about the thrill and dangerous excitement of this trip made me want him.
Scared he could somehow read my thoughts I put a wide smile on to my face, covering any trace of it. At least I thought it did until I looked at the man again. The same heat I was feeling seemed to burn from his eyes, they had changed so quickly. I breathed in quickly, almost choking as I did so. Jeremy smiled at me knowingly, like it was only a matter of time before I would admit what I was thinking.
“What are you doing here?” I asked in a casual voice, taking a sip of my now defrosted drink.
“Well I saw a pretty woman earlier and I made her jump. So I thought I’d buy her a drink to make up for it,” Jeremy said surely, taking a sip from his own drink.
His words caught me off guard. I hadn’t been expecting him to just come right out and say why he was here. My mind went in to overload trying to figure out what to do. He had called me pretty, for some reason my body was having a massive reaction to that word. I was almost dripping now, the tense excitement overpowering my body. I pushed my legs together, covering the feeling.
“Well thank you for the drink,” I said quickly, they were the only words willing to come out of my mouth. He looked taken aback slightly at my harsh words; nodding hastily he pushed himself up to leave. I just watched him, dreading the fact that he was leaving me and I only knew his first name.
He had already made it half way across the café when my courage returned. Downing the last bit of my drink I stood up quickly, what I hoped would be an impressive moment was ruined by my lap full of handbag items spilling out all over the floor. Before I had a chance to fix myself up laughter came from the other side of the room and Jeremy turned back to me.
“Wait!” I shouted, forgetting that my impressive plan had already failed. Jeremy stood laughing at me; it was no longer quiet as it had been before. I scanned the room helplessly; the men in suits had lowered their papers and were pointing and muttering between themselves.
I passed by them quickly, trying to save myself as much pride as possible. The waitress looked incredibly annoyed at the mess I had made all over her floor; I muttered a quick apology and bent down to clear it all up. In the minute or so it took me to clean everything up the boat had started.
Everything jolted around and just as I put the last thing in to my bag I stumbled sideways. Before I could hit the solid ground the same two hands as earlier caught me firmly and pulled me back into a standing position.
“Thank you and I’m sorry,” I muttered at the floor. The soft feeling of his fingers traced my jaw line, slowly bringing my head up to face his own. He probably had no idea that the single touch from him made shivers surge through my tortured body. I was so on edge now that I was ready to burst and his teasing fingers definitely weren’t helping my cause. When my brown eyes finally met his green ones he smiled and the look washed over me.
“It's fine,” he breathed, letting the air caress my face. All I had to do was lean forward and I could capture his lips with my own and taste him. Jeremy chuckled slightly and brushed my auburn hair away from my face. His fingers were still firmly pressed against my jaw, his thumb tracing my tender skin.
“Would you like to go for a little walk, now that the ferry has started?” he asked slowly and calmly. Lost in the moment I simply nodded and he removed his hands from my face.
My heart sank immediately and my legs tightened, I missed the feel of him against me. Before I had a chance to question what I was thinking he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the café. I only just had time to drag my now full bag with me as we went.
For what seemed like ages we just walked in silence along the edge of the boat. The sound of the waves was less sickening and more relaxing. I could time my breathing with the gentle lapping of the boat. The sound drew at least some of my thoughts away from his hand in mine. It was like my entire body was pulling me to his hand, the blood pulsing to it. Every now and then his thumb would stroke my skin; giving me a sense of the unknown I was facing.
Never before had I gotten this close to a stranger, to a man I knew nothing about. Yet it was exciting, new and felt so right that I couldn’t believe it. The sun was starting to set now, I had been on the boat barely an hour and yet it had changed so much. We walked the length of it, never talking but always touching.
The chilly air nipped at my body, clearly noticing my shivers Jeremy pulled me inside. Navigating a few stairways we went further and further into the depths of the boat. A small chain barrier barred our way from going any further. I was disappointed all of a sudden; our little adventure was starting to excite me. Jeremy sensed my thoughts again and stepped slyly over the small chains. I followed willingly, stepping into the unknown. The sound of voices behind us made my heartbeat quicken as we rushed around the next corner and out of sight.
It was dark down here; there was no need for bright lights like the rest of the boat had. The pressure on my hand released and I was left almost blinded by the darkness around me. I reached out desperately for Jeremy, needing to feel his touch again. Before I had a chance to panic properly something pushed me firmly against the hard wall behind me. I gasped out, terrified at what it was.
“It’s only me,” Jeremy breathed softly in to my ear. My whole body tensed in anticipation of what I couldn’t see. Soft wet lips crashed down on my own, exploring me hungrily. I struggled to breathe against them as the relentless heat surged through my body.
He bit down roughly on my mouth and I opened them willingly, letting the air rush from my lips. Regaining myself I pushed back against him, tasting the sweet tender skin. I couldn’t get enough of the delectable taste as I moved my hand up behind his head pushing him harder against me.
He groaned in approval as our lips moulded together; my heartbeat increased rapidly as he brought his hand up to my head. His fingers tangled in to my hair, pulling hard against the tender skin. I winced in pain as the pleasure coursed through my tense body.
Jeremy’s hands moved quickly, running down my curvy frame. He pulled away from me, letting me regain my rapid breathing before slamming down on me once again. It was hot in the depths of the boat and I was already starting to sweat. The heat between our passionate bodies was intense and relentless.
Jeremy pushed harder against me, crushing me into the cool wall behind. Our arms tangled, both desperate to feel the other person, to touch every part. In the heat of the moment I had almost missed the large bulge pressing firmly into my leg. I moved away quickly and ran my hands over Jeremy’s clear arousal.
He moaned as my fingers traced the rough fabric of his worn jeans. I could feel myself dampen even more as I took in his enormous size beneath me. Before I could touch it further Jeremy grabbed my hands and pinned them against the stone wall.
I squirmed against his strong hold; his hands did not shift as he continued to hold me there. In the very dim light I could only just make out the sparkle in his eyes as he watched me. I kicked out my legs desperate to feel him again, but before I could hit skin he stopped me. His leg pushed up in between mine pinning me uselessly to t
he wall. I struggle to no avail; I was his to do with as he pleased.
The heat was unbearable now, my thighs on fire with need for him. He pressed his knee further up my legs, the hard material tracing my sensitive skin. I moaned deeply, squirming as best I could against his hold.
In seconds he pressed hard against my pussy making me scream out in frustrated pleasure. He rubbed the soft fabric of my damp cream panties, letting my juices spread across his jeans. I could not stop my strangled moans as he hit me hard again in the pussy.
My eyes widened as his hand ran up my dripping thighs, joining his knee on my already tender pussy. Cupping me roughly his thumb stroked my clit through the fabric making me squirm harder against his grasp. As if knowing my desires he released my hands, allowing them to drop around his neck.
With his newly freed arm he lifted me up against the wall and my legs wrapped around his strong torso. His bulging muscles pressed against my soft skin, the passion heating up between us.