Author's note: This is not a true "sequel" but it will make a lot more sense if you have already read my story "Colette, the Pirate Queen". Please leave a rating and a comment! I want to know what you think!
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I awake with a start after my head hits the hard oak table. I must have dozed off again. I'm so bored - I can't keep my eyes open.
I've been working alone all morning in the stateroom of the Queensmount while Colette is ashore collecting supplies for our upcoming voyage. I've been pouring over brittle maps, stained charts and dusty logbooks planning our itinerary. It's my job to ensure that the voyage is a lucrative one.
Turns out being a pirate is not all fun and games.
I hear a timid knock at the stateroom door.
"What is it?"
A soft, female voice replies, "May I come in, M'Lord?"
This voice piques my interest since Colette's crew is all male and they rarely have anything to do with me.
I get up to open the door, needing to see what this is all about.
The rusty hinges on the old oak door squeak loudly when I swing it open to find a lovely lady standing there smiling sweetly at me.
"What can I do for you?" I ask, gruffly. Colette handles all the personnel issues and this girl is probably looking for a job.
"Good morning, M'Lord." She holds out her simple, cotton dress with her fingers and gives a short curtsy. "My name is Brynn. I met Lady Colette in the tavern where I work last night and she hired me to serve you while she is away. "
"She did, did she?"
"Yes, M'Lord. She seemed very concerned with your welfare while apart from you."
"Please come in, Brynn." I stand aside to allow her room to enter and give her a good look-over. She really is quite pretty with long, dark, wavy hair tied loosely at one side and sparkling green eyes. She's wearing a white, knee length dress that looks like something a serving wench in a tavern would wear but it fits her very well - especially around her perky breasts and her curvy hips. She's exactly the kind of girl I would have flirted with at the tavern and left too large a tip.
"What exactly did Lady Colette hire you to do for me?"
Brynn turned and looked at me with a humble confidence in her eyes. "She told me that you were a man with a ravenous hunger and thirst and that I was to do for you anything that you ask of me."
I have no idea how to respond to that. "Well, I guess I am a little hungry. You can make my lunch if you like."
"Yes, M'Lord." Another curtsy and Brynn turns on her slippers to the small galley in one corner of the stateroom. I sit back at the table and try to get to work but I end up watching Brynn prepare a meal for me. She hums softly to herself as she searches the pantry for bread, spread, cheese and fruit. I watch her get on her toes to retrieve a plate from the shelf. Her legs are smooth and shapely. She pours a goblet of fruit juice carefully, finds a cloth napkin, places it all on a tray and turns to bring it to me at the table.
She is clearly surprised when she notices that I have been watching her work and gives me a sweet smile as she walks carefully to me. She very adeptly places each item on the table before me, leaning her body over me. A bit of her hair brushes my cheek and I can smell her very faint perfume. Honeysuckle unless I miss my guess. After serving me she stands with her hands folded in front of her.
"Can I get you anything else, M'Lord?"
"No, Brynn. This will be fine. Thank you."
"Yes, M'Lord. I'll tidy up a bit until you need me." Brynn turns back to the galley and puts everything away, washing the knife she used and wiping the counter. Still humming softly she moves to the bookshelf and starts to straighten the books and dust the shelves. Neither Colette nor myself are very good housekeepers so the place is a bit of a mess. I watch Brynn move about the room while I eat my lunch and am taken by her graceful movements. She's like a dancer or a nymph, her hips swaying and her body bending in very attractive ways. I suddenly realize that I have a very real physical attraction growing for her.
Brynn makes her way to the spyglass near the large windows at the back of the stateroom. The spyglass is on a rotating post and up on a short platform affording a wide view of the harbor. She steps up onto the platform and puts her eye to the glass. She frowns and backs away, looking at the spyglass and then tries again. She's clearly getting frustrated because she can't see through the scope and she's so sweet that she doesn't want to bother me. Little does she know how much she's starting to bother me.
The bright sunshine is shining through her white dress and I can just make out the curves of her sensuous body under the soft folds of her clothing.
I rise silently and creep up behind her. She jumps with a little surprise when I reach around her and flip the lever that opens the shutter on the spyglass enabling her to see a magnified view out the window. She gasps at the beauty of the sea and the surrounding area as she swings the glass slowly around.
"It's so beautiful!" Brynn exclaims.
"It certainly is." I agree, although I'm looking at a completely different beauty.
Suddenly a large gull darts across her view, screeching loudly. When Brynn is startled at the unexpected flurry of wings she ducks and steps back off the spyglass platform losing her balance. I'm still right behind her, however, and her round rump bumps me solidly in my crotch. I grab her hips with my hands to keep us both from falling and hold her tight against me.
We both freeze for a moment, not knowing exactly what has happened. I fear that I have placed her in an uncomfortable position and I figured she is worried she has made a bad mistake as well. After a beat Brynn pulls herself off of me gently and straightens her dress with both hands.
"Please excuse my clumsiness, M'Lord."
"Of course. I'm just glad I was there to catch you or you would have fallen."
"And I as well. Thank you, M'Lord." She bows her head slightly and makes her way back to the table and starts clearing my meal leftovers. I sit and pretend to work on map plotting but cannot do anything but watch her flit about the place. I love hearing her soft humming and her dress swishing as she moves around the stateroom. Even though I try to look away in time she catches me watching her and smiles at me sweetly.
After a short time Brynn comes up quietly behind me and places her hands softly on my shoulders. Her touch is warm and electrifying. "That is a beautiful map, M'Lord. How can you make sense of all those lines, numbers and symbols? I fear I would be lost forever."
I smile up at her and her hair tickles my cheek. The pressure in my pants is beginning to grow uncontrollably now. "It's not hard, really. The trick is to find where you are and where you want to be. Then you just need to plot a course between."
I show her the shape of the harbor where the Queensmount is currently anchored and the location of her town. I point out other towns in the area and the roads between them as well as the peaks that surround the harbor. Brynn is very familiar with all of these places but had never seen them from this perspective. She points things out with her graceful finger and asks questions of me, all the while leaning over me and pressing her breasts on my back and shoulder. She is arousing me greatly without even being aware. Just smelling her honeysuckle scent is raising my mast to full sail height.
At one point I stand up and come behind her, pointing out objects of interest further away. I return her contact by pressing my crotch gently into her hip. If she feels my hard heat she does not let on. But I sure feel her heat.
When we run out of things to talk about on the map she stands before me with her hands folded softly in front of her.
"Please, M'Lord. What else can I do for you?" Her face is so sweet and innocent I just want to grab her and plunge my tongue between her pink lips.
"You can put those beautiful lips on me, Brynn." I would love to kiss her gently and taste her sweet mouth.
