A Sea Encounter - A short story to enjoy

A Sea Encounter

Tony stood on the ship’s deck, gazing out into the misty darkness. The sea was as calm as a millpond, and there was a bitter chill in the air. He strained his ears. He thought he could hear a haunting melody across the sea. He shook his head. What was he thinking of ? There was absolutely nothing out there. It must be whale song.

He turned his thoughts to his own special friend back home in England. She would so love it out here. She would more than likely whinge about the cold and in return he would tease her about how he would warm her up.

He felt his trousers tighten at the thought of her naked body next to his, and remained a little longer on the deck, reminiscing over their last encounter together, before deciding to turn to turn in for the night.

Back in his cabin, he quickly undressed, methodically layering his clothes on the chair, before luxuriating under the hot spray of his shower.  He padded back to his room, rubbing himself briskly with a towel and stopped short. A young woman, dressed in a wet green shift, lay across his bed, casually playing with a tendril of her long blond hair.

“What are you doing here? Who are you?”  

She looked at him quizzically, raising an eyebrow. She touched her throat to indicate that she couldn’t speak. Tony quickly wrapped his towel around his waist and pulled another bathsheet from the overhead cupboard to wraparound the girl.  She was ice cold to the touch. He gently took one of her tiny hands in his to warm, and the girl smiled at him in appreciation.

She leaned closer towards him and delicately wrapped her thin arms around his neck, pulling his head towards her upturned face. She had a vague scent of musk and seawater, which totally intoxicated Tony. He couldn’t resist her embrace. He pulled her body into his, noting her lack of undergarments, and with mounting excitement lifted her flimsy garment off her elfin frame, to transfer his lips to her ivory white breasts.

The girl sighed with ecstasy and tugged at the towel tucked around Tony’s midriff, to expose his erection. Tentatively she stroked him with ice cold fingertips. Tony groaned with pleasure as she sidled down his chest to lick and suck his body, digging her sharp fingernails into his strong thighs, until he exploded into her mouth.

He felt a cold hand stroke his forehead and a soft breeze around him before falling into a deep sleep. When he awoke some hours later, the girl had disappeared. Perplexed, he searched around his cabin, the small bathroom and the narrow corridor outside, but there was no sign of her. He wandered back to his room trying to make sense of his strange experience to take a further shower before retiring to bed again.

The following night, Tony awoke with a start. The same girl had returned to his room and had pulled his duvet away from his naked body to arouse him. She knelt beside him, watching him with pale green eyes. Tony stared back, enchanted  by her expression.  She put her index finger to her lips, to indicate he should relax then lowered her head to encase his erection into her cold mouth.

Again, Tony could not resist her advances and closed his eyes to submit to the most exquisite pleasure. After his orgasm, he felt a vague fishy aroma waft over him and the girl appeared to fade from view. He felt far more exhausted this time and almost automatically succumbed to a deep dreamless sleep.

Over the next few nights, Tony continued to be woken from sleep by this femme fatale, who seemed intent on drinking as much of his ejaculate as possible. He was powerless to resist her touch and felt totally violated by her presence. On each occasion, he seemed to be increasingly sapped of his strength, as though she was extracting his blood at the same time.

“Tony, what ‘s going on? Why is there such a fishy pong in our room?”

Tony looked at his roommate, Paul. Although they shared the same room, they worked alternate shifts so afforded each other complete privacy when they needed to sleep.

“I don’t know mate. This is going to sound totally ridiculous, but I’m being haunted by a freezing cold girl in a wet dress !”

“How long?”

“Must be about a week now. Yeah… I remember the sea was incredibly still and I thought I could hear whales in the distance. The next thing, when I went back to the cabin, there was this girl lying on my bunk. She didn’t speak … well I thought she was dumb.”

Paul took a deep breath, “You know, I think you’re being visited by a sea witch."

“Seawitch?”

“Seawitch, Siren. Nasty things. Once they latch onto you, it’s very hard to shake ‘em off. They absolutely love the taste of semen.”

“Semen?”

“Yes. Apparently it’s full of protein and very good for their throats. They have the most incredible singing voices.”

“I thought that they lured sailors to their deaths?”

“No, not in these parts. What they do is wear a man down ‘til he goes stir crazy or impotent.”

“Well how did this one find me?”

“Dunno mate. Can you remember what you were thinking about that night?”

“Nothing in particular, only that  I was missing the company of a very good friend.”

“Female?”

“Just a bit.”

Well that’s your answer. These sirens pick up thoughts like radar. When the conditions are just right, they can sense the presence of a red blooded male and just home in on you. Why do you think half the men on board on here seem to be gay? They’re acting that way to protect themselves.”

Tony looked at Paul in disbelief.

“Tony, trust me on this, in these parts, people are very superstitious. I’ve known builders in Iceland to make nighty degree bends in roads to avoid disturbing a tree  just because it belongs to a Fairy.”

“Okay then. So how do I get rid of this siren?”

“Trolls.”

“Trolls? This is becoming a joke!”

Paul puffed his chest out indignantly. “The Norwegians take Trolls very, very seriously. They scare away most spirits.”

“Yeah, right. And how exactly am I supposed to summon up a Troll?!!”   

 “You don’t need to do that. Ideally a large toy troll that you see in the Norwegian shops would do the trick. Sirens are like bats. Because they live in the sea, their vision is quite poor but they get around by using a radar perception. It’s enough to confuse them into thinking it’s the real thing.”

“It may have escaped your notice, but we are right in the middle of the sea and not due to go back into port for at least another fortnight,” Tony sarcastically retorted.

“Hmm… See what you mean. Perhaps we could download pictures of Trolls from the internet?”

“You’re off your rocker!” Tony snapped. “Look, I’ve got to get going. I’m just going to have to think this through.”

After Tony had finished his shift, he spent some time on the internet gleaning what he could about Norwegian folklore. People reacted to mythological entities out of fear of the unknown and fear tended to breed hostility. He certainly wasn’t scared of his nocturnal visitor, but he found her presence very disturbing. If Paul was correct and the Sirens could understand thought messages, he would try to communicate with her tonight. 

He returned to his cabin and relaxed on his bunk, contemplating on what he would say. He wrinkled his nose. The familiar marine odour heralded the shimmering presence of the Sea Siren.

As she manifested into view, Tony concentrated his thoughts to instruct her to stay where she was, at the end of his bed. She quietly acquiesced, so Tony, encouraged by his breakthrough, attempted to convey that he didn’t welcome her visits.

He could tell from her downcast expression, she was disappointed in this reaction to her. Tony then indicated that the smell in the room was equally unpleasant and visualised a large bouquet of roses. The Siren’s face lit up as she grasped what he was trying to convey. She raised her hands palm upwards and closed her eyes in deep concentration. A gentle breeze suddenly enveloped around him, scenting the air with a heady, exotic floral fragrance.

Tony nodded his approval to this tiny sea witch, and in response, she tiptoed towards him to kiss him on the forehead. As she leant her face towards his, Tony, struck by her childlike vulnerability, tilted his head upwards to kiss her inviting lips, not realising that he had been bewitched into a further seduction.  

Within seconds, he unzipped his jeans to allow himself to be fondled, kissed and stimulated to orgasm. He could almost feel the sea witch purring with self -satisfaction over her duplicity, as she gulped down his ejaculate.

Tony was exhausted when she disappeared. He normally relished the mellow , soporific feeling immediately after he had made love, but this was so different. Blood pounding in his temples and gripped by a cold clamminess coursing throughout his body, he tried to quell the urge to vomit.

Outside, there was a rapid knocking on his cabin door, and he could hear his boss, Mark, calling his name.

Tony groaned to himself and pulled his duvet across his body to cover his dignity, before the door was thrust open.

“What is going on here? This room stinks!” Mark gasped, as he stepped into the cabin. He studied Tony, visibly shocked at the ashen pallor of his face against the deep black circles developing under his eyes.

“You look rough. Are you okay?”

“I’ve been better,” Tony  muttered. “Could you get me a glass of water?”

Mark opened the porthole to let in some fresh air, then filled a tumbler with water.

I heard Paul asking the lads if anyone had a troll he could borrow, and when I asked him what he needed it for, he told me that you had a visitor.”

“That’s one way of putting it.” Tony gratefully sipped his water.  “A sea woman, siren, whatever you want to call her, seems to be haunting me. Whenever she appears, she abuses my body and I can’t resist her.”

Mark drew in his breath and gave out a low whistle. “I’ve heard of sirens, but to tell you the truth, I thought they were extinct. From what I do know, this is serious. Siren’s have a voracious appetite for men. They don’t leave them alone until they’re totally incapacitated. Once you can’t satisfy her, she’ll move on to the next man and then the next. They reckon that’s exactly what happened on the Marie Celeste. They’ve never been able to prove it, but what did happen to the crew of that ship?”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence. So what do you suggest? Paul seemed to think that trolls were the answer.”

“Paul’s been watching too much Doctor Who. We’re talking deities here and they’re in a completely different league.”

“Can’t you abandon the trip?”

“Only as a very last resort and I don’t want the rest of the crew to start a mass panic. There’s too much riding on this trip. Look… I’m signing you off sick and I’ll move Paul to another cabin for his own safety. Can you keep this to yourself and I’ll have a word with Paul?”

“No problem.”

“Look, I’ve gotta go, but I’ll look in on you later.” Mark stood up and opened the door. “We’ll work something out,” winking optimistically as he left.

*

As soon as the door closed, Tony heaved himself out of his bunk, staggering to the small bathroom to take a long hot steaming shower. He knew he should eat something but this permeating fish odour was nauseating. He changed into fresh clothes and left the cabin to make his way to the deck. It was unusually quiet. Tony surmised his fellow shift workers must be working in the lab below deck and relished the peace.

A slight gust of wind swirled around him and then a familiar icy touch. The girl, in her wet green dress, stood next to him again.

“Please,” Tony pleaded, “leave me alone…not here…please.”

He gripped the railings, arching his back as icy fingers deftly tugged down his tracksuit bottoms and boxer shorts before rapidly pleasuring him to orgasm.

His stomach and guts violently contracted causing Tony to scream out as he twisted his body to retch into the sea below. His knees suddenly buckled as he collapsed to the deck clutching his stomach, before falling into unconsciousness.

He awoke sometime later, tucked in between clean sheets in the sickbay, his boss Mark , watching him from the chair opposite.

“How are you?”

“Dreadful. That woman is killing me,” Tony groaned.

“Hang on in there. I’ve thought of  something that may just do the trick.” Mark leant over, placing a large jar of honey on the bedside table.

“Honey? How’s that going to help?”

“Well, I got to thinking…Back home, when me and my girl get together, she really gets off using spray cream on my loving tackle – sweetens the taste and all that. Well, this siren really likes the salty taste so maybe she doesn’t like sweet things. If you remember, honey is the food of the Gods and years ago the Sirens lost a singing competition to the Muses and so were banished to the sea. Stands to reason they should hate the taste of honey.”

“Well I haven’t many other options have I? Okay, clear off now. I don’t need an audience!”

“I’ll be right outside. I’m not going anywhere.” Mark reassured.

Tony pulled back his cotton sheet and generously smeared his genitals with the honey.

“C’mon  Sweetheart. Look what Tony’s got for you,” he invited.

Within seconds the siren shimmered into view, giggling with glee as she saw Tony waiting for her.

She studied his body before delicately touching him.

“Go on, “ Tony encouraged, “this is going to be really nice for you.”

She bent down to sniff the stcky goo and pulled away.

“Please, Tony persisted. “It will be really nice. Trust me.”

The siren lowered her head again, greedily encasing his erection with her mouth, savouring the new flavour before pulling away, shrieking with shock.

Tony watched with morbid fascination, as she whirled around the room in anguish, her features putrefying into green slime splattering the walls, ceiling and floor.His stomach heaved with the overwhelming stench, his heart palpitating at the grotesque spectacle.

Mark burst back in the room, recoiling at the scene. He propped the door open and surveyed the room again. “I guess you could call that a result! How are you buddy boy?”

Tony looked at him, his mouth twitching into a grin, before responding, “Could do with a long hot shower followed by a very cold lager. Thanks mate!”

The End