Just a Touch in a Typhoon
Chloe Thurlow’s recent blog about sex with a stranger brought back a sweet memory of that night in a typhoon on board a ship travelling between Singapore and Perth when I learned that just a touch can say more that a million words.
I had spent three months travelling alone across Asia. I arrived in Singapore and booked a passage to Perth, Western Australia. When I boarded the ship, I had just seven Singapore dollars to my name. I couldn’t even buy a drink, and was feeling homesick for my friends and life in London.
On the first night, as we sailed across the South China Sea, there were ten passengers at our table for dinner. Our waiter was Greek, tall and tanned with messy hair that made him look as though he had just rolled out of bed, and perhaps he had. He spoke just a few words of English and I, a twenty-two year old English girl, spoke not a word of Greek.
On the second day, a typhoon broke and the ship began to roll. Most people retreated to their cabins, feeling seasick. But I stayed on deck as much as I could, it was easier to cope with the constant movement there than down in the fetid sleeping quarters. As the storm continued, the number of passengers appearing each day dropped sharply until, at dinner on the fourth night, I was the only one at our table. I suggested the waiter join me, as he had so little work to do.
He grinned, and his hand brushed mine as he served my food. He used the few words of English he knew, while all I could do was smile and look as tantalising as it is possible to be on a rolling ship in a tempest with tangled hair from sitting on deck in the wind, and wearing the crumpled clothes that had spent three months in my back-pack.
I did not feel very enticing. Perhaps he admired my stoicism, or perhaps, for him, it was any port in a storm. I did not care. I just wanted to re-connect with the world after travelling alone for so long and that contact, just a touch, made me feel totally and completely alive.
Just A Touch of His Hand
The couple on the next table, the last to give in to the storm, left half a bottle of white wine as they fled from the dining room. With a conspiratorial wink, the waiter filled my empty glass. I felt the brush of his hand on my shoulder, again, just a touch, then he leaned over, close to my ear, and whispered. “You want to see me later?”
I would like to say that I paused and gave the matter some thought. But I didn’t. I nodded and said yes without hesitation. I yearned for the pleasure of touching a man’s body, of being touched. His cabin deep in the bowels of the ship was no bigger than a cupboard with two bunks. He heaved me up to the top bunk. It was hot, humid and noisy, but I didn’t care about my surroundings.
He removed his shirt, before leaning over and pulling my t-shirt over my head. He paused to kiss me on the lips. He murmured a few sweet nothings in Greek, which sounded sexy, but could have been the shipping forecast for all I knew. I smiled. The ship rolled violently and we swirled around like two fish in the sea.
There was no room for sexual acrobatics without falling from the bunk, but we were as inventive as we could be. It was hot and fun, intense and beautiful, and I was thankful, at least, that we were not in a hammock.
It felt oddly liberating and exciting being in the middle of a vast ocean, completely free, away from everyone who knew me, and making love to an attractive man who had no expectations other than what was happening in the here and now. We did not even know each other’s names. We were just two lonely souls in a moment of simple pleasure.
We landed in Fremantle (the port for Perth) the following morning. At breakfast he stroked my hair, just a touch, like a message, like Morse code, and, as I turned to leave the dining-room, he raised his hand and smiled. I knew that we would never meet again, but I felt rejuvenated from my brief encounter with my sexy Greek waiter, and I had survived the typhoon.
Copyright 2015 Rachel de Vine
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