I couldn't sleep without picturing the angry waves crashing on to the side of our ship. The image almost seemed romantic to me in a way. I laid in bed in my thin white night gown debating on going out there for myself to be with the water. Everyone else in my cabin was asleep peacefully rested in their dreams. After some time I decided to just go out there. There was no way I was going back to bed until I had gone out there. I crawled out of my bed careful not to wake the sleeping. Tip-toeing to the upper deck, I could feel the coldness of the air piercing through my nightgown, making my fine hairs stand on end and my nipples hard.
I was freezing cold but I was with the epicness of the ocean. The waves crashed onto the ship just like I had imaged them in my bed. I couldn't see anyone in sight so I took the liberty of dancing on the lonely deck. Braless and free I pranced around like a ballerina or maybe like a fool. It was liberating being out there barely clothed. Once I had tired myself of dancing I leaned against of the rail to take a closer look at the water. A sudden wave rose to meet me and its cold hand came down hard upon me soaking me through and through. I stood silent in frozen shock but soon laughed. I could always laugh at myself. I looked down and could see my brown skin through the white translucent material as well as my dark drown nipples now begging to get through. My white panties were soaked too. I had never been so cold before, but never had I also felt so giddy.
I started to run back to my cabin before anyone could see me but a strong voice called out for me to stop. I turned around trying my best to cover myself with my hands. It was the deckhand Roland. I did not know him, but I remembered his name from when the captain told me everyone's names and I never forget a handsome man's name. He was tall, dark haired, and his face had beautiful and perfect angles. "Sorry sir" I said quickly trying to excuse myself.
"You're soaking wet, are you okay ma'am?" It tickled me when people called me ma'am, I was only 21. The look in his eye was of true concern.
"I'm alright. I just wanted to get some fresh air, but I got some fresh water too," I laughed.
"Well you should probably get out of those wet clothes soon," he suggested. "Here take my jacket, it doesn't take long for pneumonia to set it, believe me." Roland began to take off his jacket like a true gentleman
"Oh no I don't want to take your jacket.."
"No, its okay I have another one I could go get." He handed it to me and I put it on giving
Roland a quick peek of my protruding nipples. I wonder if he liked what he saw. I wrapped his jacket around me snuggling into his lingering scent. It was a long warm black jacket.