Meeting The Mistress

The couple practically skipped down the pier carrying grocery bags containing basic supplies for their romantic weekend.
Once aboard, they threw themselves into a passionate embrace, stripping each other of their outer clothes before disappearing into the cabin.
Giggles and masculine murmurs echoed round the bay.

Lying sated in the double bunk, the woman took in the view.
‘It’s beautiful,’ she said. ‘So quiet, as if we’re all alone in the world.’
He reached for the bottle chilling in the bucket by the bed.
‘That was the general idea, getting away from it all, and everyone. No-one will know where we are. Perfect, don’t you think?’
She propped herself up on her elbow.
‘How often do you come here?’
‘Not that much actually. Work or family commitments and all that, but when I do, I can relax, take her out on the water, leave all my worries behind, if only for a few days.’
She smiled.
‘And how many other women have you brought here?’
He grinned.
‘You’re the first.’
She threw back her head and laughed.
‘Yeah, right.’

For the rest of the afternoon, clothes were optional, and they were totally relaxed in each other’s company, both in bed and out of it.
‘We can go up river tomorrow if you like,’ he said. ‘The weather’s supposed to be good.’
‘Oh yes! You can show me the ropes and what she can do. Can I have a go behind the wheel?’
‘It’s called a tiller, but sure.’ He leered suggestively. ‘Shall we practice tying some more knots beforehand?’ and both of them burst out laughing.

The following day brought ideal conditions, dry and sunny with no wind.
Casting off was no problem, the gentle lapping of the water encouraging and enticing as they puttered upriver.
They were indeed in a different world, one unspoilt by human interference, where Nature ruled and they were just passing through a place inaccessible other than by water.
‘You know, when you said you were going to finally introduce me to The Mistress, I didn’t envisage this.’
‘I guess not. But what better way to start our honeymoon? Imagine the conversation stopper later when you can honestly say you know all about Her.’

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have an elderly dog called Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
This entry was posted in fiction, short stories and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink.

10 Responses to Meeting The Mistress

  1. I love this post! I definitely did not see that ending coming.

  2. Reblogged this on Cordelia's Mom, Still and commented:
    Here’s a great post for your amusement. Those of you are boaters will “get it” first.

  3. willowdot21 says:

    Absolutely brilliant!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s