Chapter 1:
The dark waves hit the hull of the ship softly, as if it was trying to rock the crew to sleep, yet I was staring into them, searching for my answer. "What are you doing up here?" I shrugged, hearing his footsteps coming forward to stand beside me, leaning against the railing. "Thinking…" I mumbled and he chuckled, placing his heavy hand on my shoulder. "You're always thinking. Get some sleep girlie." I shrugged off his hand, but he didn't seem to mind, just shook his head and walked away, leaving me to my thoughts.
I watched the waters continue their sweet lull of the ship and found myself dozing off. I jumped as I nearly fell over, feeling off balance on the moving ship. I shook myself before turning and looking around the deck, perhaps someone else was about. Yet I found myself just looking around, seeing not a soul, just the darkness of the night as it shrouded everything. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair, feeling more confused than ever. Why was I here on this ship?
I went to my cabin and climbed into the bed, feeling more drained and tired since I first signed up for this stupid job. As I stared at the ceiling, counting the endless specks of mold, I felt my heart begin to slow, my mind begin to clear and I blinked, then saw that I was staring down at myself. I was sleeping, yet was floating somewhat above my own body, I reached down, but didn't move. I looked around, trying to figure out what was going on when my body began to move on its own.
I floated up and up, through the ceiling until I was under the night sky again. It was pretty, but the clouds were coming and would soon cover all the stars that dared shine. Again I moved and it was fast-forward, speeding that I couldn't even see where I was going. Suddenly I stopped and saw a man sitting on a cliff, a bottle beside him and his fingers were lightly drumming on it. I landed on the ground, feeling the ground under my bare feet and noticed that I wasn't in my nightgown anymore.
I was wearing a beautiful dress that was a pale yellow color, it was pretty, but not really my style. I realized I must be dreaming or something, this was all too crazy. I was caught up in my thoughts that I barely heard the man when he spoke to me, but never turned around. "How 'bout it love? Care for a drink?" his voice was slightly slurred already, it seems that bottle wasn't his first for the night. "I'm good." I said, but he didn't seem to hear me. "Come on over, don't be shy." I felt my body moving forward until I was standing right behind him.
I sank to my knees and realized that I truly didn't have control over my body, this was the crazy dream I had ever had. Without warning, my hands moved up and began to massage the man's shoulder, to which he groaned and leaned back into me more. "That's it darling…" he breathed and took another drink straight from the bottle as I continued to massage his shoulders, then moved toward his back and he just continued to comment to me. Saying that was good, right there, I wanted to roll my eyes and smack him upside the head, but my body was in control and it didn't want to do any of those things.
After a few more minutes of my rubbing of his back and shoulders, my hands wrapped around him as I moved closer, leaving no room between us. "Do you like it?" I felt myself ask and he chuckled, but nodded. I began to rub his chest and then moved lower. I wanted to stop myself, but it was no use as I moved my hands up and down his legs, massaging him through his pants. I felt his dick hard under my palm and moved my hands to his belt, hearing a groan from him.
I slipped my hand into his pants with ease and started to pump him slowly, his hat had fallen onto his face a bit as he leaned back into my chest, settling himself nicely between my breast. His was hard and large, I felt myself getting wet as I continued to massage his balls and dick in a rhythmic movement. I gasped when his hands found my private area under the dress, apparently my dream self didn't wear underwear. His fingers were rough, but it felt like heaven as he skillfully played with me, getting me nice and wet before slipping two fingers inside me.
I moaned as he moved his fingers in and out, rubbing my clit with his thumb as I was pumping him faster and faster. I rocked my hips in time to his motions and not too long after that, I moaned a final time and gushed on his hands, climaxing and breathing heavily. I was seeing spots as I continued jerked his dick some more, finally he grunted and filled his pants and my hand. He mumbled something, but I couldn't understand it. He lifted himself off me and fixed his hat, I stared at him, feeling tired and excited all the same.
"Well now, we've ruined these clothes." he said and I giggled, wanting more than what was given to me. I went to stand up, but he stopped me and I caught a glimpse of his face, but suddenly my body was ripped away and I shot out of my bed, covered in sweat. I looked down and saw that I had cum all over my sheets and nightgown. I was breathign heavily and the dream was still so fresh in my mind that I fell back onto the pillows and began to rub my breast, imagining that they were his hands roaming my body.