Princess Christina

A young woman aboard a ship masturbates after a encounter with a handsome male messenger, consumed by desire and fear of being overheard.

She stood before the full-length mirror studying her figure, turning slightly to look at her bottom before crossing the cabin to her dressing table that stood in before the huge cabin window that looked out from the rear of the ship.

The windows were huge panes of glass, set in ornate hand carved mahogany frames sporting all manner of sea monters and mermaids; she loved the view from these windows when they were at sea – the only eyes overlooking her were those of passing sea birds.

She pulled a comb through her dark hair, humming gently to herself as she did so. The sun shone brightly through the cabin windows, its rays catching the tips of the waves of the deep blue sea, sparkles of light dancing across the surface of the water. The warmth of the sun blazing through the window felt delicious on her freshly bathed skin and she basked in the sun it warmed as it kissed her body.

She had grown oblivious to the constant rocking of the ship in the weeks she had been aboard the Princess Christina, indeed the movement of the ship now paled into insignificance compared to violent throws of the ship as she rode the storms the day after they left Plymouth.

A knock upon her cabin door startled her, now she was very aware of her nakedness.

“Who is it?” she called out, reaching for a gown hanging upon the door.

“Message for you Ma'am” called a male voice from outside the door.

Throwing the gown around her shoulders and pulling it closed, she opened the door, so that it was ajar. He stood there, the note in his outstretched hand, his fine, long blonde hair fell across his piercing grey eyes, and as he brushed it away with a flick of his hand.

Her eyes locked with his for a split second, her heart jumped in her chest as he placed the note in her hand, their fingers touched, she allowed the touch to go on longer than necessary, the work hardened skin of his fingers feeling rough against her softness, as his eyes dropped from hers to her breasts, her nipples stiffened slightly, as if aware of his gaze, she felt a flush run over her body as she thought of those hands running across it.

He quickly averted his gaze, and cleared his throat, she took the note and with an almost whispered thank you she closed the door.

Swallowing hard she felt a burning sexual heat that she needed to address. Her back against the door, she let the gown fall open, the note falling to the floor as her hands ran across her breasts, touching her already swollen nipples.

Imagining his hands running across her soft skin, her nipples stood firm to attention between her thumb and forefinger as she pinched them gently, her fingers running down to the junction of her legs, seeking out the centre of this desperate need.

Her fingers finding the small nub of pleasure between her legs rubbed it wantonly, her breath expelling from her rhythmically as she rubbed herself, swallowing deeply, enjoying the pleasure radiating from between her legs as she touched herself faster and faster, her hips moving with the rhythm.

Her bottom pressing against the door, feeling the cold hardness of it as she let the gown fall around her feet, her lust now ablaze, she pressed one hand over the other applying more pressure, swirling it around and around frantically, lost in her thoughts she mewed softly as a thundering shudder radiated out from between her legs, her every muscle tensed with pleasure as wave after wave of pure pleasure coursed through her whole body, forcing the air from her lungs in small gasps, finally subsiding, she slid down the door and sat on the floor, her eyes closed, enjoying the glowing feeling inside.

After what must have been not more than a minute had passed, she thought she heard the floorboards creak outside the door – it was so difficult to tell with all of the noise of the ship... and was that the sound of footsteps walking slowly away she heard? Her head now spinning with thoughts – had he heard her – did he know what she was doing.... would he say anything... what would she do when she saw him again?!