Galateia
GALATEIA
Warm weather and a brisk breeze. I was sailing from Rhodes to the small Greek island of Kos. I had left the world of heartburn, working lunches, company politics and the general debilitating stress of corporate life. I was now enjoying the rewards of my work. I had taken a small and struggling company with good ideas and poor management and built it into a rising star that had also provided me with the means to leave before it killed me.
I left San Francisco and the rather cold and dreary weather for the warm and pleasant climes of the Greek Isles. I was rewarding myself with a long holiday and a new sail boat. She is a beauty. 40 ft. with full sheets and jib. I had learned to sail as a kid and had taken to it as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I loved the sea. The feel of the most elemental of forces. All life originated there and it continues to be the refuge of the most basic powers of the earth. Our weather, our food supply, our very survival stems from the sea.
The ancients recognized this and told their children in myths, allegories and tales of the power of the sea and the passions she holds. The greatest monsters the most beautiful women and the most powerful of the Gods live in the sea. I had learned the stories at my grandfathers knee. He told me of the 50 sisters and of their protection of sailors. He even made me memorize their names. So when I was introduced to one of the most spectacular women I have ever met at a party, her name struck me. I was attracted to her as the needle in my compass is the captive of the north pole. And I knew that I had to know more about this Goddess.
I invited her to lunch and dinner several times and spent as much time as I could with her. Slowly we opened up to each other and an easy familiarity grew. She was tall, elegant, intelligent, beautiful and had a depth of passion about her that I have never known in another person. But she also had a mystery about her. I knew the basics of her life. She was from a small village in Kos. Her family owned interests in land, ships, shipping and several other small enterprises. They wre "comfortable", but did not make a large show of conspicuous wealth.
Her mystery seemed to be seated in her very bearing and presence. You could feel the heat and the powerful undercurrents of passion deep within her. Every time I was close to her I had the same feeling of being near an elemental power as I feel in the sea. I felt that there had to be a connection to the sea at some level. She was open and had a sense of humor. She was warm and her very soul was reflected in her eyes. But there was also a depth that was impenetrable. A depth that left the feeling of something one step removed from this world. A depth with the attraction of the Sirens on the rocks.
We kept a steady company for weeks while I outfitted my sailboat. When I was finally ready I asked her to go with me on her maiden cruise. I christened her Okeanides. The Sea Nymphs of Ancient Greece. The wife of Nereus, God of the sea, was Doris and she had 50 daughters. One of them was named Galateia. My woman of mystery was named Galateia. I think this is the reason she accepted my invitation. Even though we had spent many hours together, alone and in company of others, we had never become intimate. But the attraction I felt for her was undeniable. I knew that I must have her.
We sailed on a warm day in early summer. The winds were as favorable as they could get. The sun was warm and the water had lost its chill. The sum of all this was that there could be no better time for sailing. I cleared port and turned north on my carefully planned course to Kos. After trimming the sails to my liking I relaxed and began to just soak in the feeling I get from the sea. The peace, the power and the satisfaction of being a part of it all.
Galateia disappeared below deck and reappeared a few minutes later totally nude. I thought that she was spectacular before. But her naked body could only be that of a Goddess. Her long hair flowed to her weaist and clothed her back. But as she lay on the foredeck she swept her hair off her back and it splayed out around her head like a mass of waves around her. Her skin was of a light olive complexion as if it had been kissed by the sun. There was no blemish to be seen anywhere. Her aureola and nipples were a deep brown. Her nipples were erect in the light breeze. Like a pair of pebbles you would find on the shore.
The effect on me was immediate and pronounced. Yet she bore her nudity as no more remarkable than if she were wearing an elegant evening gown. She had an easy grace and self confidence that I had never seen before. She lay on the forward hatch and began to doze in the sun. I could do nothing more than absob the beauty of her.
An hour later she rose and walked back to me in the cockpit. She sat next to me and placed her arm around my shoulders and laid her head against my neck and face. I could smell her warm scent. It was reminiscent of a shore breeze at night. Sensual and full of life. Her arms were strong but not demanding. They invited me into their embrace. Her embrace was a comforting and peaceful one.
We sat there for what seemed hours. The sun slowly descended to the west and laid a golden sheen on the water. She finally broke the embrace and stood up. With a long and languid kiss she left and returned below. I heard her in the galley and after a short time she came topside with a plate of breads, olives, cheeses and vegetables. She also had an open bottle of wine and two glasses. I set the pilot and relaxed back in my seat. She prepeared a small meal on the deck in front of the cockpit.
With one final check of all the instruments and sails I joined her and we chatted and ate. She was relaxed and I felt that she was at home on the sea even more than I was. The wind stirred her hair and rustled the small coverup that she was wearing. It would part and then close in a constant tease of brown skin and lace.
The sun disappeared with the speed only possible on the open sea. And we wre soon covered with a ceiling of stars. The constellations were at their peak and the Milky Way was a blazing river. We continued to sail across the water easily and with a grace that spoke of a natural affinity to the water. It was like I was part of the natural order of things. The water, the stars, the ship, and Galateia. All part of a natural system and I was included.
She came to me slowly and with no hurry. We kissed long and deep. Our lips combined and became the center of our being. I could feel her body against mine and her arms embrace me again. I pulled her to me and we fit together like long time lovers. It seemed as if I knew every place to touch to excite her more and more. Her fingers and hands left trails of fire and ice that sent electric shocks throughout my body.
Her one covering came off and she began to slowly remove my clothes. It only took a few delicious moments and I was as naked as she was. Our bodies joined quickly and with a passion that I had never known. We joined and began a rythm as natural as the rythm of the waves. But with the depth of the seas beneath our ship. I could feel the power of the sea in her and it carried me into a malmstrom of sensual delight that I could never have imagined.
When we finally swept to the top of the wave and fell over the peak the release was like a crashing of a storm wave on a rocky shore. It was hard, powerful and resounding. Our cries mingles and spread over the waters like the chatter of a pod of whales calling to each other over the vast miles of the ocean. And as we clung together in the throes of our lovemaking we slowly receded to an easy feeling of subsidence like other waves pulling back from a gentle beach.
We clung together, neither of us willing to part and lose the intensity of the feeling we were gripped by. I held her in my arms with our bodies still locked together. Our ship continued on her course. The sea was our pilot and the Okeanides were our guardians. Our love and passion were a gift of the sea. Finally I knew where the mystery was seated. Galateia was indeed the daughter of the sea and a true nymph.
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Posted on Nov 18, 2003 by cobaltblu
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