Touch of the Ocean (A Collection of Underwater Erotic Short Stories)

Touch of the Ocean

The day was as black as night as the clouds blocked out the sun. I cursed a bit as the wind blew against my face, making it difficult to breathe. I fought against the wind and rain as the ship below me rocked and swooned above the bumpy sea. I'd stayed out a bit later than normal during this night on the cruise. But I had not been aware that our ship was going to be hitting some very rough weather. Had I known that, I would have tucked in early. But because I had decided to stay out later, do a little drinking, play some games with other passengers, I found myself battling near-hurricane force winds and torrential rain. I'm surprised I had not been stopped on my way out. There wasn't a guard to tell me it was unsafe or anything. Perhaps he had not yet gotten to his station or whatnot. I was starting to really regret setting foot out here, because it was absolutely deserted. It was dark, and it was wet.

The rain cascaded off my hair like a waterfall, despite the hood of my hoodie being up, but little help that did as my clothes were thoroughly soaked, and so was I. My glasses were useless, and dotted with rain droplets. I was worried about my phone, and headphones which were wrapped around my neck, but I had an idea that at least the phone would be okay as it was marketed for being water resistant. The headphones however...probably not so much. Even the backpack I held probably did little to protect my belongings as I battled the rain. I cursed as I battled the rain and winds, as the lightning flashed and thunder roared. I don't know why I had come out here. There was likely some other way of getting to my room that didn't involve me going outside, but it was quicker this way, and I guess my head was bigger than my thinking mind at the moment. Now I was asking myself why I had come out here in the first place.

The ship rocked, and it got harder to keep balance as waves battered the ship left and right. The ship, being state of the art, likely was in no real danger of sinking. The passengers might have an uncomfortable rest, or something, but they would be safe. Me on the other hand, well, the waves were washing over my feet, crashing against my knees, and I was already saying it was time to turn back and go the long way. It was stupid of me to come out here, and it was stupid to think that I could take on this weather.

I turned around, but as that happened, a large wave washed over the side crashing into my waist, knocking me down. The ship lurched to the side as it felt the wave, and I rolled along with it, no longer on my feet. I tried grasping for anything that could keep me from just rolling free all over the deck, but if there was anything loose, it had long been washed away, and the secured furniture was already beyond reach. I felt my back hit the guard railing, and I felt myself turn to get back on my feet. The lightning flashed however, and illuminated the sea. There was another big wave just inches from me, and as it washed over the side, I lost my grip. The ship protested a bit at the amount of water now on the deck, but corrected itself as she straightened out. The water however carried me to the other side. I was struggling to breathe, and I didn't realize that I was now being washed over the guard rail, into the clutches of the merciless sea below.

I hit the rough and churning seas below, and immediately moved to surface. The water was freezing, and I could barely think as I moved to surface. As I surfaced, I was given a little relief in sight as the droplets on my glasses were washed away by the ocean, but I had to act fast. I immediately began to shout for help. I already knew that was in vain. I was the only one crazy enough to have gone out here. And even if there was somebody, there was wind, rain, thunder and just the ocean that would easily drown out my calls for help. The ship sailed on without one person on deck glancing in my direction. I continued to kick and stay afloat, while waving my arms, calling for help, but no one heard me.

I felt the waves wash over me, the salty water forcing its way into my mouth. I continued to shout despite knowing no one heard me, before I just began to tread the water to the best of my ability. I wasn't a bad swimmer, but I knew there was no way out of this. My clothes were heavy and saturated with the water, and my shoes weren't easy to kick off. They were actually boots, and I would have had to untie them to get them off. The only thing I could do to lessen my burden, was reluctantly let my backpack sink into the depths. I did my best to stay above the water, though the waves would wash over me constantly.