Lost at Sea (Patreon)

“What is that?”  Cindy pointed off away off the side of the cruise ship. Sarah raised her  head off the sun-lounger and turned, expecting to see some funny looking cloud, or another ship, or an island, but instead she was flummoxed.

“W T F…”

In the haze of the distance, there was what looked like a woman. She was wearing a blue bikini and it looked like she was wading through the water which seemed to come up to her thighs. But the scene made no sense. She looked far away but they could see her, and out that way was the open ocean. They weren’t in sight of any land. It was almost like some hologram or projection and Sarah’s brain just couldn’t make sense of the signals her eyes were sending it.

Sarah and Cindy sat up and looked around. The deck was crowded and people were swimming in the pool, sun  bathing, and partying beneath a clear blue sky. Nobody was paying any attention to the vision off the starboard bow. When they looked back out to sea the vision was still there. If  anything she was now closer. As she approached her head rose higher and higher. At first the difference was almost imperceptible but now they felt that they were clearly looking upwards to see her face. The woman looked like some kind of fitness model. She was buff and cut with a clearly defined six pack and some serious guns. Her fake tits stood proudly on her chest, barely contained by her bikini top.

Sarah and Cindy were still staring open mouthed when there was a scream from across the pool. Someone else had noticed. A general hubbub turned to cries and panic as the woman came ever closer, and loomed ever larger. In a frighteningly brief amount of time she started to fill the sky. Closer and closer she got, and larger and larger she looked. It was clear that she was making for them, and an arrogant smirk spread across her face. As she approached ever closer the enormous bow wave she was creating started to rock the boat and the cruise liner bobbed up and down in the water. When the music from the sound systems stopped people were running and screaming all around, but there was nowhere to go. Most just hid out of sight inside or below decks. It was too late to jump into the life rafts. There was no getting off the boat. 

As last she reached them. Her hips thrust forwards and filled the whole starboard view, vast bikini bottoms stretched tight, giving a glimpse of a straining camel toe. She stood still now, looming over them, her skin glistening with seawater in the hot sun. The boat gently bumped into her, sending the tiny vacationers tumbling. As the looked up at her, trying to see her face between her vast cleavage she reached down, and pulled the vessel closer to her, nuzzling it against her crotch.