FIND OUT WHY CANDEE GAVE ME A TUMBLE

The meaning of the name Candy is Bright, Sweet.

The origin of the name Candy is American.

Nickname for Candace or Candice.

Other variations: Candee, Candi  

Candee is my sandwich chicken parm

Who could suck a cock without harm 

Though it's not her passion

And maybe out of fashion

As she liked dining in a fish farm 

Candee was a girl friend of mine

Who I simply told to grow a spine

She always chose to hide

Her sexual divide

Then to explode this family land mine 

Here at the X-rated Sandwich Shop we refuse to make or do any cookie cutter sandwiches, especially a Chicken Parmesan sandwich. Because most of the other shops will use only use the chicken’s breast meat to make their sandwiches with. But since the light meat is only half the bird, you should only have to pay half the price for that sandwich when you order one.

So we use both the light and the dark meat to make our Chicken Parmesan, instead of just the light meat. Plus it’s more like a Chicken Cacciatore version of the Chicken Parmesan Sandwich too.

In a large stockpot we begin boiling 3 or 4 four whole chickens, in around 8 – 10 quarts of water with three tablespoons of salt and 2 tablespoons of course ground black pepper. Then they start the cooking process under a medium to high flame until the water begins a nice rolling boil. Then we reduced the heat to a low simmer for about 15 more minutes per pound of the chickens.

Once the birds are finished cooking and the chicken is practically falling right off the bone right now anyway. We remove the skin, then using two forks, we literally shred the chicken into course and irregular sized pieces.

Next we send some of the shredded meat from our Chicken Parmesan off to turn them into our light and dark Chicken Salad bases. Lastly we mix all the light and the dark meat together with a small amount of our signature sauce to keep all the meat moist and tender.

Starting out with a layer of our signature sauce, we add a full layer of our light and dark Chicken Parmesan mixture until most of the sauce is hard to see. Next we add a thin layer of our 50/50 mix of grated Parmesan and Romano cheeses, followed by a layer of freshly shredded mozzarella cheese. Then in our deep dish-roasting pan, we continue the layering process until we have at least three layers of each.

And the final step is sending the pans off to a bake in a 350-degree oven for about 30 minutes or until the top layer of cheese begins to melt.

Our Chicken Parmesan is served from straight from the pot, piping hot or cold on your choice of a long sub roll, in a chibatta in a pocket, a panini or a wrap.

Chicken Parmesan – From the Pot: Once your order is placed, we use a standard ice cream scoop of our Chicken Parmesan and neatly place it on your bread selection. If you ordered a chibatta, pocket, panini, wrap or a half sub, we use two standard sized ice cream scoops. And if you ordered a full-sized sub, we’ll use three standard sized ice cream scoops onto your bread selection. Next we sprinkle in a fair amount of our 50/50 mix of grated Romano and Parmesan cheese. Then right before we wrap it up to go or plating it up for you, we top your sandwich off with mozzarella cheese. 

Chicken Parmesan – Piping Hot: When you’re order is placed, we fill your bread selection with Chicken Parmesan. Next we sprinkle in a fair amount of our 50/50 mix of grated Romano and Parmesan cheese. Then we cover it with a fair amount of mozzarella cheese and our signature sauce. And it’s off to the oven for a few minutes or until the cheese begins to melt. Once it’s removed, we’ll either wrap it up to go, or plate it up for you.

We also offer a day-old and two-day old cold Chicken Parmesan sandwiches if any of it was left over from the day before. At the end of the first day, all the leftover Chicken Parmesan is removed from the roasting pan and placed into a covered glass bowl with the date marked on it. This helps us identify when the chicken was actually cooked. Lastly our day old Chicken Parmesan spends the night in the fridge.

Cold Day-Old Chicken Parmesan: When your order is placed, we coat your bread or roll selection with our homemade garlic butter and sprinkle on a fair amount of our 50/50 mix of grated Romano and Parmesan cheese.

Next we fill your sandwich with a fair amount of our Chicken Parmesan, sauce and mozzarella cheese before wrapping it all up in deli paper to go or plating it up and serving it for you.

Cold Two-Day-Old Chicken Parmesan: At the end of the second day, we coat a sub roll with our homemade garlic butter and grill it on our flattop until its golden brown. 

Next we sprinkle on a fair amount of our 50/50 mix of grated Romano and Parmesan cheese before filling each sandwich with Chicken Parmesan, sauce and mozzarella cheese. Lastly we wrap each sandwich in deli paper, mark the date on each sandwich and place them back in the fridge.

And at the end of the day, I take home any remaining sandwiches. As a cold two-day old Chicken Parmesan Sandwich still melts in your mouth.  

At the request of a close personal friend, who asked? “What no Parmesan Club Sandwich?” So I was left with no other choice, I had to invent one. And here it and it’s only available on Texas Toast. Because it was the only bread that was hearty enough to serve it on and since we had four other Parmesan sandwiches to choose from.

Since there was already the Chicken, the Eggplant, the Meatball and the Sausage Parmesan, why not let you all decide which two you want on your club sandwich.

Plus I also figured that it would be a great way to finally settle the score, as to who came first the Chicken or the Egg. Because with our Chicken Parmesan or the Eggplant Parmesan Club Sandwich, and whichever you decide to put on the upper deck will get one vote towards being the winner.

So basically, in a nutshell, if you want Eggplant to be on the upper deck of your sandwich and Chicken on the lower one, the Egg will get one vote towards victory. However, if you decide that you want Chicken on the upper deck and Eggplant on the lower one. The Chicken will get the vote instead.

Then after a full year of voting, we’ll finally get to see who really came first. Your other Parmesan Club Sandwiches choices include Meatball over Meatball, Meatball over Sausage, Meatball over Chicken, plus Meatball over Eggplant (my favorite). Also try the Sausage over Sausage, Sausage over Chicken plus Sausage over Eggplant, Chicken over Chicken plus the Eggplant over Eggplant.

All 10 varieties of our Parmesan Club Sandwiches are served on hearty Texas Toast with our 50/50 mix of grated Romano and Parmesan cheeses, with shredded mozzarella cheese and our homemade signature sauce.

Sorry, our Parmesan Club sandwiches are (NOT) available in either the day-old or in the two-day-old sandwich varieties.   

We start out with one quarter pound, or one stick, of Land O Lakes butter. Then we crush four cloves of garlic and place them all into a round covered stainless steel steam table insert placed on our flattop.

Next we toss in one level teaspoon of both garlic salt and garlic powder. Then once the butter melts, it’s ready. And we stir it occasionally throughout the day and once again just prior to using it on your sandwich.  

Here it was, our first day back in our home-port after a mini two week long deployment. Also during that time, my dirty laundry started to accumulate. And I'm not talking about skeletons in the closet or ghosts from my past hiding under my bed and haunting me. But I did pleasure myself to some very fond memories of my girlfriends past. And that accounted for some, if not most, of the dirty laundry that I have accumulated over the past couple of weeks.

You see, the ships laundry does our working or daily uniforms and other related items. But there is no place on-board the ship to wash and dry our civilian clothes. And that was really the first thing, or maybe second item on my agenda or things to list for today once the ship docked. 

Because I needed to get my vehicle out of hock first, before I could even consider anything else on my things to do list. So I guess one could say that doing laundry was the very first thing on my list after getting my bright orange neon sign shaped like a Ford E-100 van out of hock

Fortunately for me though, I didn't have duty today or that list would have just been postponed one more day. Hock is the term that some sailors used for both the short and long term parking lots. 

This is where we sailors can safely, or as safely as humanly possible, keep their cars while the ship is deployed. The short term lot is for everything else, while the long term parking lot is usually reserved for deployments that last four months or longer. But we are also allowed to park our vehicles in either lot if one of them is already filled.

Or you could take your chances and leave you car in one of the open lots. But if there is an event going on either at or near the pier where you parked, and that lot is being closed for that event. The bottom line is, your car will be towed at your expense. 

And if it gets towed a day or two after your ship happens to leave port, you will also need to pay all of the daily storage fees before you are able to get your vehicle back. So in the long run the much cheaper path, though it's also a bit inconvenient. You’re far better off utilizing either the long or short term parking lots anytime the ship deploys.

And on any giving night while the ship was underway, there were at least a half dozen card games going on throughout the ship. And if the ship was in port, any port, you would be extremely lucky to find or get a single game of chance started. 

Now with that said, over the last two weeks and from the nightly nickel, dime and quarter poker games. Or one of the pennies a point spades or pinochle games, I managed to acquire and to actually pigeon hole quite a few extra pieces of silver for all my troubles.

You see the spade and pinochle games would often be a larger payout then the poker games were. Because they were a buck a game, usually a three game set. Then it was a penny a point between the two scores and fifty cents a set. But if your opponents were in the hole when you and your partner won, then it was two cents per point for the spread. Even though both you and your partner had to split the profits fifty-fifty and cover the losses the same way.

Though it was the poker games had an overall higher payout if you managed to win one of them. Because there was no one to split the losses with if you didn't finish in the top two or three. And in a standard five or six seat poker game, there are far too many losers and just not enough winners.

But in the spade or pinochle games, everything was evenly split. And always with two winners as well as two losers, who would also split the profits or the losses between them. And I played three or four times more spades and pinochle games than I did sitting at the poker table and just giving my hard earned and won money to someone else.

Just as soon as the aft mooring lines were frapped, bird-nested or faked out. For those of you not in the know, frapping mooring lines means to join or gather into one. You see, when a ship is moored it usually uses two, three or four lines from a single point on the ship to a single point on the pier.

And these lines consist of a bow line, a stern line and two sets of forward and after spring lines. Plus an occasional breast line or two with a possibility a storm houser, just in case there’s bad weather looming on the horizon.

And if you’re sending out six sets of two to four lines from the ship to the pier and the ships position moves slightly due to either the tides, water currents or the wind. Those lines tend to look like strands of spaghetti on a plate.

But if the lines are frapped or bundled together, with either a crisscross pattern or a series of half-hitches. What one single line does or looks like, the rest of the lines will do or look the same. And frapping is usually done with white cotton cord or line about the size of ones baby or pinky finger or slightly larger.

Bird-nesting or faking out is what's done with the extra line after the ship is moored. With bird-nesting, it’s a series of wraps around and the over the bits. Faking out the line means that it’s being laid out or in a series of neat and orderly lengths with evenly shaped loops on both ends. Now I think that's enough nautical terms or shit. So let’s get back to the story, shall we.

I headed down to my berthing area to shower and change into my last set of clean civilian clothes. And that consisted of a pair of dark blue jogging pants and a light blue, almost sky blue polo shirt. And since I still wasn't wearing underwear either boxers or briefs on a regular basis yet, that is unless I was standing Quarterdeck Watch or Pier Sentry. Basically because I didn't want to greet my fellow shipmates wives, mothers, children or guests with my flagpole at either full or half staff.

Plus in the right light, our summer white uniforms were as close to see through as one could get. And that could tend to be a bit awkward when greeting people on the ship or pier. So those were the rare and the only occasions that I opted to wear underwear. But the rest of the time I went commando or as it was sometimes called, free-balling it and today was no exception.

Because for the most part, especially out there in the civilian world. I really didn't care who or what my boner was pointing at. Although I did tend to either hide, conceal or cover up in the presence of our younger generation.

And especially when in the presence of those females who were under 18 years of age, though it was getting harder and harder to tell these days who was a teenager and who wasn’t. Then if I was lucky enough, maybe some young lady, mature older lady or seasoned woman would stop, stare and take notice of my erection. Then offer to take me home for a private or up close and personal inspection of my manly parts. 

Once I was safely tucked behind the wheel of my van, I headed back down to the pier to pick up my dirty laundry. Only because I didn't want to lug it half-way around the base to the long and short term parking lots. Plus if you know who the Pier Sentry is, or made prior arrangements when you left the pier. And there were no port operations events or ship's movements going on.

You could usually talk the Pier Sentry into letting you drive down the pier for a few minutes to either pick something up or drop something off. Sometimes these types of negotiations would involve you picking up some sort of fast food for the Pier Sentry and on your dime of course. As a form of payment for allowing you access to the pier. Plus more often then not, it was also in advance of your little trip down the pier too.

Fortunately for me today, that wasn't the case this time. But I would have very easily paid the price of a free meal or two out of some of my card playing winnings. Just for the privilege of driving down to get my laundry rather than having to lug it down the entire length of the pier.

And when I saw that David from the Ops or Operations Department was the Pier Sentry, I knew I was in luck. Because I let him slip down the pier the day we left to drop something off and he owed me. Although I still offered to get him something before I left the base or when I returned, if he wanted anything. But since he declined, I was off the hook and free to leave the pier and base when I was finished. 

Now with my laundry safely inside my van, and a quick wave to David. I was finally headed off base and towards the laundry mat. Now I could have stayed on base and used the laundry mat there, but after spending two weeks around nothing but sailors.

That was the last thing that I wanted to do with my free time, plus I was also missing and craving an adventure too. So I continued to steer my rolling neon sign off base and towards a laundry mat out in town and in the civilian world somewhere.

When I finally stopped, I was about ten miles away from the base and just outside of beautiful downtown Charleston South Carolina. And that's where I figuratively and later physically ran into her. She was a very attractive brunette with shoulder length hair and a delicious set of ripe for the picking orange sized breasts.

Her name was Candee and she stood eye to eye with my 5 foot 10 inch frame while weighing around 135 pounds. Candee’s hair was light brown and she also had very sultry green eyes.

Candee was a Nursing Student at the prestigious College of Nursing at the Medical University of South Carolina or (MSCU) and in her second year of a four year stint leading to a Bachelor of Science or (BS) degree in Nursing. Wow, a real-life Candy Striper. And I already had the 1978 Classic Film Candy Stripers on VHS. Plus I’ve pleasured myself to it many times already.

Because it made my dick hard when I saw Nurse Reynolds played by Mimi Morgan and Nurse Allen who was played by Lauren Black. Now that I think about it, I'm also in love or at least lust with Nurse Candee Monroe of the laundry mat. Who was played by Candee Monroe herself, along with Nurse Reynolds and Nurse Allen.

Since I was the only customer in the laundry mat at the time and had this very unique. Though some might even call it strange way of doing my laundry and toss in Candee’s natural born instinct or calling to help people. She just had to come over to where I was stuffing, or actually cramming my dirty laundry into two washing machines.

You see, in my laundry book. There are only two types of loads, light's and dark's. So that's what I was doing, despite all of my home economics teacher’s and my mothers training.

Who both stated that there are at least four types of laundry loads if you don't count the fifth load or dedicates. They taught us kids to sort out the laundry into lights, dark's, light colored clothes and dark colored clothes. But by using the color of grass green as a dividing line, I cut those four loads down to two.

And if the color was lighter then grass green, it went in with the light colored clothes or the lights. But if it was darker then grass green, it belonged in with the dark colored clothes or the darks. And that's what I was doing, sorting out my clothes in the two washing machines when Candee came over.

As I was standing there and Miss Candee Monroe was schooling me on the proper use of washing machines in general and reiterating my mother's lessons in clothes sorting. My dick was getting harder and harder the more Candee spoke.

And to be perfectly honest with you, I just simply toned out everything Candee was saying to me. While I just thought about her getting down on her knees and grabbing a hold of my boner with both hands.

While Candee continued to speak staring directly into my hazel eyes. Because my excitement level was in plain sight and sticking out like a sore thumb, there was no denying it or trying to hide it. Since my dark blue jogging pants were tent-poled less than two feet from Candee while she was standing there assisting me.

Plus Candee had already made three piles of my soiled clothes. As she continued talking about the importance of keeping the colored clothing separated when washing them. To help prevent excess dyes from darker colors from bleeding over into the lighter ones.

And the one example Candee used was, which makes perfect sense if one actually cared for such matters. Which I really didn't, but I still continued to fake listening to her voice intently. Though I kept watching her lips move as she spoke, all the while I was just thinking to myself. “Boy I would love to have those lips wrapped tightly around my rigid shaft, as I kept shoving it in and out of her open mouth.”

And the more this young lady talked while she was handling my cum stained laundry, the hornier and hornier I got. None the less, Candee’s example was. “When you wash a brand new red blouse together with a new white t-shirt, the warm water along with the detergent dissolves the excess dyes that are used in the manufacturing process to color the clothing. And since the red is darker color then the white is, the red dye that gets absorbed into the white shirt is much more noticeable then the white dye that's being absorbed into the red blouse. Now when you pull both items out of the washing machine, the once white t-shirt is now a pretty pink t-shirt. And the bright red blouse in now a slightly duller color of red.” 

With the champ now sticking out like a very sore thumb, Candee and I started the three machines that I was currently using to do my laundry with. Normally I would have only used two of them, one for the darks and the other one for the lights. But when Candee was helping me sort through my dirty laundry, most of it was cum stained. 

But there were still a few items that weren’t. And what I found that was far more exciting and intriguing was that Candee actually handled all of my soiled laundry while she sorted it into piles. And she knew what I did in those clothes to make them that way. 

Although she didn't know exactly how many bouts the champ actually lost to the fearsome five fingered fist. It was quite a few and if I were a betting man, which I am. That would be at least twice the number of days that we were deployed. With being deployed for fourteen days times two equals around twenty-eight lost bouts, to say the least.

As the first of my three machines clicked over the next cycle, Candee and I exchanged names and numbers. I could only give her the ships quarterdeck number when the ship was in port.

And for those of you not in the know or might be suffering from a brain fart. The ships quarterdeck is a place where the ships guests and crew both enter or exit the ship from. While Candee gave me both her home number and her work telephone number here at the laundry mat, as she said. “Between school and work, I'm not home much.”

Though I couldn't vouch for Candee and because I wasn't wearing any undergarments combined with the very loose fitting dark blue jogging pants. My actual excitement and interest level grew just as fast as my penis did earlier. Plus I made no attempt to hide my dicks sudden interest in laundry. Or with me soiling a whole lot more of it right here in front of Candee. As I momentarily dropped my gaze from Candee's beautiful emerald green eyes.

And when Candee quickly followed suit, she saw that my camping gear was sticking out and ready for her inspection. That's when Candee let a tiny gasp escape her lips at almost the exact same time, and without thinking, Candee also brought her right hand up to cover her mouth.

That's when Candee's hand inadvertently made physical contact with my erection on its way up to cover her mouth. Even though my dark blue jogging pants prevented the direct skin to skin contact. My big brain still registered it and even pictured it as Candee putting my dick right up to her lips and in her mouth. And with Candee's trembling hand completely covering her mouth, and me being both a gentleman and an out of work or future comedian, I simply said. “I think he likes talking about sorting laundry with you.”

Which immediately cause Candee to start laughing and to quickly lower her hand from her mouth to slap her knee. But while doing so, Candee's hand made contact with erect penis once again. As Candee suddenly gasped a second time, I quickly thought back to my Tess and Kimberly days up in Wisconsin.

When I reached out to shake her hand the day we met. And Kimberly asked me, “I just had your dick in my mouth, don't I at least deserve a hug?” 

Now jumping back to the present, I very boldly and brazenly told Candee, as I pointed down to my rigid shaft. “If you wanted to shake hands with the champ, all you had to do was ask. Just don't ask for his autograph, because if I must say so myself, he’s got very poor penmanship. Although he has been known to cough up a pearl necklace or two on very special occasions and when he’s in the presence of a beautiful woman, like you are.”

Once Candee started to giggle, I continued saying. “That is, if you’re interested of course. You see in some cultures, after a young lady touches a man’s penis like you just did. And it doesn't matter if the penis was soft or hard. They would be shunning them from the village or they would be forced to live together under the same roof for the rest of their natural born lives.”

And when Candee stopped laughing, a few minutes later, she took a step closer and closed the gap between us. Now with the champ’s head physically touching the base of her pelvic bone, Candee replied. “Don't worry; it's not that bad down here on South Carolina. Since I don't have a boyfriend right now, living together wouldn't be a terrible thing now would it. Just because I didn't see a ring on your finger, I hope you’re not hiding the fact that you have a wife out there somewhere. And if you’re in the market for a girlfriend, I don't see why we shouldn't give it a try. That is, if your still interested, of course.” 

After Candee took a half step backwards, and touched the champ again, she continued with. “And because, that was the very best pick up line that I've heard, I’m definitely interested. Just not in one of the champs pearl necklaces though. As I would rather swallow anything that the champ’s willing to cough up for me, rather than spit it out and waste it.” 

At Candee’s apparent boldness, which caused me to suddenly gasp and swallow hard myself. Plus, her comment also rendered me momentarily speechless as well. Candee, taking full advantage of my sudden lack of speech or movement, quickly pulled my jogging pants down around my ankles. Then Candee gently wrapping her hand around my blood filled shaft, and said. “If the champ wants a blowjob today, all you have to do is catch me.” 

As Candee slowly started stroking my manhood, she continued with. “But you can't take your pants off or pull them up either.”

So I just stood there, silently nodding my big head in agreement.

Then Candee bent down and gave the champ a quick peck on the very tip of his mushroom-shaped bald head, before continuing with. “Good luck champ, I hope that you're a winner today.”

While Candee took off, she left me standing there, with my pants down around my ankles right smack dab in the middle of the laundry mat where she worked. And I was fully erect and completely exposed. Fortunately for me, Candee and I were still the only two people there. But that could have also easily changed at any giving moment. 

 As I just kept kissing her back, and I wasn't going to be the one to part lips or break the lip lock that Candee had on me this time. Because I wanted her to have just as much of me that she wanted, needed or desired. 

Plus, it wouldn't hurt my chances to move onto the next phase of our so called dating relationship either. And end up being between Candee's sheets or in the back of my van later on tonight. Because the first step in that whole process, was to get Candee just as hot and bothered as I possibly could.

As our very warm embrace as well as our tender and passionate kiss lasted almost five minutes or so. And when Candee finally managed to pull her lips away from mine, she softly said. “You can be my Candy Man and have all the Candy you want. Because both of those songs of yours made me feel so very special and that I just wasn't one of the thousands of other girls out there in the world named Candee.”

After another and much shorter kiss and embrace this time. Candee took me by the hand when our lips parted and said. “Larry let me show you some of my other favorite washing machines that are here.”

Now keep in mind that I'm still naked from the waist down, and being led around the laundry mat by a young lady who was still fully clothed. And if anyone just so happened to be looking through the window, it would leave very little or no doubt in any normal persons mind. As to what just happened or was about to take place in here tonight.

That is, if I really cared and they just happened to be strolling down the street at this time of night too. And because we were so close to the full wall of windows at the front of the laundry mat, I could swear that I already felt a hundred sets of eyes staring at me. Fortunately for me though, there was still a row of eleven waist high washing machines right in front of those windows.

But it was the second row of machines that gave me a momentary pause, when Candee placed her hand on the center machine in the row and said. “This is my favorite machine here and I call it the Rocking Horse. Because the drum is slightly out of balance and when it's in the spin cycle, it's like trying to ride a bucking horse. But since it's in the middle here, it doesn't move as much as it did when it was over there all by itself.”

As Candee pointed to a single washing machine sitting next to a double basin stainless steel sink, she said. “Now we use that one for dying clothes instead of this one.”

And because it was in the second row and facing the windows, whatever we did on top of this machine could be easily seen by anyone passing by the windows out front. Now with her hand back on the washer, Candee continued with. “We will just have to be very careful when we're having sex on top of it. Because if we accidentally get an arm, a leg, an ass cheek or other body part in the wrong place at the wrong time, it’s going to get pinched. And it will also leave a very noticeable as well as a very painful mark that might be a little hard to explain.”

Just trying to pad my account, along with the many future sexual encounters that I hoped to have here with Candee, I too placed my free hand on the machine, right on top of Candee's and said. “Hello there Mr. Rocking Horse, if you manage to leave me with a love bite or two. I will wear your badge of honor proudly. And I won't be the least bit hesitant to climb right back on top of you for another spin or two.”

And that bold comment, immediately caused Candee to giggle slightly, before she wrapped her arms around me and said. “You might be brave now, when he's just sitting there lifeless. But when he's bucking, the Rocking Horse bites and he bites hard too.”

After giving Candee a quick peck on the lips, I simply combined part of the 1984 Ghostbusters theme song with one from Sammy Davis Jr., and replied. “I’m not afraid or no machine, I'm a Horny Man.”

And when Candee stopped laughing this time she just said. “We'll see when you’re stretched out over these three machines here.”

As she included the two washing machines that flanked her Rocking Horse with her arms, she continued with. “And I'm riding you cowgirl style or in the reverse cowgirl position.”

When I finished swallowing hard at Candee's skepticism, I very boldly said. “Bring it on; I'm game whenever you are.”

Because I so wanted a second round and to have Candee slide out of her faded blue jeans and join me, totally naked from the waist down. So I could slip the champ deep into her womanhood before the sun comes up later this morning.

Now with that very pleasant thought racing through my brain, Candee couldn't help noticing that the champ was now standing tall, proud and staring up into both of her beautiful emerald green eyes. And with a very cute little smirk on her face and a twinkle in her eyes.

Candee took my fully erect boner into her right hand and started to very slowly shake it, as if she was shaking someone’s hand and said. “Well Champ, it was very nice meeting you here today. But I think that you saw and had enough action for one day. You see, I have to get up early in the morning for school. And I still have to finish cleaning and locking up for the night. Plus Larry, while I cleaning up, it will also give you a time to fold your laundry before we have to go.”

Then after a very brief embrace and another peck on the lips, Candee and I quickly parted ways as we both went in different directions. I went to the dryers and to my clothes, while Candee headed into the back of the laundry mat. This was in the off limits to the customer’s part of the laundry mat.

But I deliberately remained naked from the waist down while I folded my clothes. Just in case my flesh colored lure named the champ, as he stood between my legs. Would catch me a beautiful 5 foot 10 inch tall brown haired girl with green eyes named Candee and she would wrap her 135 pound tuna fish and legs tightly around my waist and pecker. 

That is, just in case Candee had a change of heart or changed her mind about taking a little tumble with me tonight. But she didn't take the bait, and the champ started to go limp as time slowly passed. When I was just about finished folding my lights, I saw Candee again and she had a small plastic pail, a push broom, a mop and bucket with a wringer with her.

As I started folding my darks, Candee was using the plastic bucket full of soapy water along with a damp rag to wipe down the tops and the lids of all the washing machines. And right before she closed them again, Candee took a quick peek inside to make sure that nothing was left inside. When she finished with all of the washers, she moved on to the dryers. And she checked the lint traps and removed any left over lint or debris from each dryer.

Then Candee slowly approached me, I reached out for her and she eagerly accepted my invitation for a brief hug and kiss. Next she quickly ran an industrial style dust mop around the floor, as I very reluctantly put my jogging pants back on. Before I slowly walked up to the front of the laundry mat and Candee ran a mop across the floor.

And as I sat there and patiently waited for my almost new girlfriend and future fuck buddy to join me. Candee started to gather up all the trash into a single garbage bag. When I offered to carry the bag out to the dumpster, after all, it was the least that I could do for her. Since she gave me that very wonderful blow job earlier tonight and introduced me to her world and some very amazing Sex on the Spin Cycle.

Plus Candee also left the door wide open for future sexual encounters in the laundry mat too. Or out in the back of my van or even back at her place. When Candee quickly accepted my gracious offer, she also picked up my mesh bag of folded laundry as we walked out hand in hand.

Then after pausing briefly at the door, so Candee could lock it. We continued walking hand in hand to the dumpster. And on the way back, I carried my laundry as we walked arm in arm around to the parking lot. Then once we rounded the last corner, I pointed out my bright orange neon sign shaped like a Ford E-100 Econoline van to her. 

While we were both standing right next to it. I released Candee from my grasp and unlocked the side door, before I tossed my laundry bag inside. At the same time, Candee started to slowly walk around my van, tracing her finger tips along the three multi-colored pin stripes that encircled it. And because I am a nice little Italian boy from a good family, along with still being a little bit hopeful and horny, I asked. “Candee, would you like to see inside?”

After a long pause, with her fingers still resting on the pin stripes, she simply replied. “No I better not. I have classes early in the morning, maybe some other time and when we have more time.”

But for that brief moment or two, while Candee was taking her time before she answering me, I at least I knew that she was interested in taking a tumble or two in the back of my van with me.

And I would love to give her the full ten cent tour of it. Even though Sheri was still the first and only girl to take that tour so far, it was over five different days. And this time, with Candee's help, of course. I was hoping that we could knock it out in a couple of days or at least over a weekend. Plus I was quite certain that Candee would make the perfect sexual partner to help me accomplish this marathon fucking and sucking event.

But once she removed her fingers from my van, that idea would have to be tabled or at least postponed until another day. And when Candee suddenly said, “I have to go.”

I very politely walked her over to her car. After another short embrace and deep French kiss, which I made sure that I pressed the once again stiff champ into the soft flesh of Candee's leg. And when our lips parted for the last time tonight, Candee unlocked her door and allowed me to open it for her.

Then she very slowly and silently slid into the driver seat. Still holding her door, I only paused for a few seconds before closing it behind her. And as soon as Candee started her car, I quickly thought. It was a good thing that we exchanged names and number earlier tonight. Or she could have very easily slipped through my fingers just like Sheri did so many years ago.

And when Candee backed out of her employees only parking spot, I knew that our very magical evening was now over. But with my cock still stiff as a board, I was bound and determined not to call it a night just yet. With kind of, sort of, my brand new girlfriend and fuck buddy out of sight. I very quickly climbed into the still opened side door and closed it behind me.
 

Then soon after I turned the back radio on, I tuned it to the same station that was playing in the laundry mat all night. Plus I also planned on keeping it tuned there, to make Candee feel at home whenever she decided to join me here for our hopefully next sexual encounter.

Then I quickly stripped down to my birthday suit and once I was completely naked. I planted my hairy ass down hard in the M&M chair, which was also the first stop on Sheri's ten cent tour inside of my van. And for those of you not in the know or just need a jolt to your memory banks. The M&M chair is the passenger side rear swivel chair. While the broken arm chair is the drivers side rear swivel chair.

And as I sat right there in the M&M chair, in the parking lot of the laundry mat where my still unspoken for and my unofficial girlfriend worked and jerked off. But because I didn't last very long this time either, mostly due to the fact that I was still extremely horny. I just wound up pulling my pud for a second time.

Then after busting my third nut of the evening, I continued to sit there while a couple more songs played in the background. Just to see if I could muster up enough strength to sneak in another quick round with the fearsome five fingered fist. But as the sixth song started and ended, there was still no excitement of fight left in the champ.

I even tried a bunch of kegel flexes, just to try and get the champ up on his bicycle or feet again. And he didn't even have enough strength left in him to lift his completely exhausted mushroomed-shaped head off the comfortable pillows that my balls and nut sack provided for him.

Then once the seventh song started to wind down, I slipped my jogging pants back on and got up to turn the radio above the platform bed off. And with my t-shirt still off, I climbed into the drivers seat and started my van and slowly drove into the night as I headed back towards the base. As I too called it a night, just about an hour after Candee did.

After seeing the tractor trailers and forklifts roll down the pier, I put my smoke out and heading towards the quarterdeck. Because I knew that they would soon be announcing for the working party to muster there shortly. And I didn’t want my chief or the division officer to worry if I was going to show up or not. So I was just padding my account for a future favor. 

And I was right, because almost as soon as I got there. The Petty Officer of the Watch called away a 25 man working party over the IMC. Or the ship’s public announcing system. Plus, I was the first one to show up too, only because I saw the trucks first and was already in route.

Then a few minutes later, when GMG3 McDaniel’s or Gunners Mate Guns Third Class McDaniel’s. And FC2 Tate or Fire Control Technician Second Class Tate arrived. We all stood there looking at each other, because only two of us needed to be there. And when Tate said that he had the next watch, I simply said. “Don’t worry, I got this.”

And with that said, FC2 Tate owed me a favor too. Then it took another ten minutes or so, before the other 23 warm and fuzzy bodies showed up. In the mean time, the forklifts on the pier and the crane already started unloading the trucks. And were moving the pallets to the flight deck, or what was called in the days of old, the fantail or the stern of the ship.

Since me and Dave, of GMG2 McDaniel’s were the first to show up. We got the easy job and were each handed a hardhat. Because we had to guide the wooden pallets down on the ship and take the slings off for the crane operator. And that was a piece of cake, because the chains on the slings were in-between the wings of the pallets. And once they touched down on the steel deck, all the tension or weight was off them. So they could easily be removed, with a simple flick of the wrist or arm.

Then once the slings were free and back on the pier, another set of pallets was sent up. And Dave used hand signals to guide the crane operator where to set the next set of pallets down. This way, he didn’t try to set them down on pallets that were already there. Or where the pallet jack operators were working and moving the pallets to the elevator.

And Dave did a good job at it too. By keeping the crane loads on the pier, dock or inboard side of the ship. So the pallet jack operators could safely work on the water or outboard side of the ship. Then on the few or rare occasions, that we were actually waiting on the crane to drop something off, the four of us had absolutely nothing to do. Meaning Dave, myself and the two guys from the supply department who were working the pallet jacks topside.

While the other 21 guys in the working party were actually working below deck. With another person working the third pallet jack and unloading the elevator, the rest of them moving the stores into hold, refer or freezer. Stores are a common term used for all dry goods and canned food items and spare or repair parts. While the hold is a space, compartment or room that holds something, like dry goods and canned stuff.

And a refer isn’t something you smoke or part a a coral reef. It’s just a big chill box or walk in refrigerator that’s used to keep fresh fruits and vegetables in. Along with milk, cheese and other dairy products or items that need refrigeration. And a freezer is just that, I big walk in freezer to keep all of the frozen food and ice cream in.

Anyway, it took less then two hours to get the trucks unloaded and on the ship. So when the four of us working topside were done. We had to go below decks and help putting the stuff away. Since all the frozen and FFV, meaning Fresh Fruits and Vegetables were already done. All we had left to do was to put the canned and dry foods away.

So we jumped in the conga line or chain gang and helped pass the boxes one at a time from one sailor to another. Or from the refer deck to the dry and canned goods cargo hold. And no the refer deck isn’t we go to smoke refer. It’s simply the deck that holds the freezer, the refer and the dry and canned goods cargo hold.

Then it took another hour or so, to put everything away. Before the MS’s or the Food Service Specialists or the Cooks decided that everything was properly secured and finally released us. But for me, it meant a quick trip to the water closet or shower. Then I was off to the laundry mat to see Candee.

But when I got there, some thirty minutes or so later, the place was busy. I mean with kids and adults, both young and old. So there was no chance of banging Candee, at least for now. But I also decided that I needed to get a game for me and Candee to play when the place was swamped again. Just like it was tonight. Plus I wanted to get one that didn’t take too long to play and that the kids could play too. 

And even though Candee was only going to nursing school instead of medical school. I still though about Operation. Plus it’s a fast paced game that anyone could play, even the youngsters. Except for the few items that you need to take your time removing. And it wall be easy to convert over to a strip version of the game. 

Because when you make the nose glow red, you will have to take something off in return. Like an article of clothing, in addition to simply ending your turn. But if you go over the one minute time limit recommended for each operation. You also owe an opponent or the on call doctor, of your choosing, a sexual favor for an equal amount of time. And all times are rounded up to the next full minute.
  

Anyway, I handed Candee two folded pieces of paper. That had my modified lyrics to The Candy Man titled A Horny Man and I want Candy titled I’ll Fuck Candee, and said. “I will sing both of these to you later, when the place isn’t so crowded. But please feel free to look them over in the mean time. And if you have any suggestions for changing some of the words, just line out the word and pencil in its replacement. Because I want them o be your song too and not just my version of a song.”

Then after lightly kissing her on the cheek, I left her alone with her thoughts. And walked over and stood by the rocking horse machine. At least that’s what Candee referred to it as. Because it’s out of balance and tends to move a bit or walk around while it’s in the spin cycle. 

And I hoped that it will send a subliminal message to Candee that I wanted to give that mare a test drive. But just for the record, I wanted to give Candee out for a test drive too. And later in the evening, the place thinned out a bit, I sand the following songs to Candee, in my monotone voice.

A Horny Man

[Intro] – A Horny Man

Horny Man, hey Horny Man

All you cute young ladies, gather around

A Horny Man is here

What kind of sex would you like?

Straight Intercourse? Sixty-nine, a titty fuck?

Anal? Anything you want

You’ve come to the right man because

I’m a Horny Man

[Verse 1]

Who can fuck your titties?

(Who can fuck your titties?)

Splatter them with goo

(Splatter them with goo)

Or cover them with fresh cum from a busted nut or two

A Horny Man (a horny man)

A Horny Man can (a horny man can)

A horny Man can ‘when he mixes in his spunk

To make your boobs taste good

(Make your boobs taste good)

Who can fuck your pussy?

(Who can fuck your pussy?)

To drip down your thigh

(To drip down your thigh)

Starting from a freshly fucked and oozing creamy pie

A Horny Man (a horny man)

A Horny Man can (a horny man can)

A horny Man can ‘when he mixes in his spluge

To make your twat taste good

(Make your twat taste good)

[Chorus]

A Horny Man makes every girl he fucks

Satisfied and so delicious

Then, will always offer to lick his load

Or do anything else he’s told

[Verse 2]

And he can fuck your asshole

He can fuck your asshole 

Just until you scream

(Just until you scream)

Then expose your butthole so he can lick the fresh cream

A Horny Man (a horny man)

A Horny Man can (a horny man can)

A Horny Man can ‘when he mixes in his sperm

To make your ass taste good

(Make your ass taste good)

[Chorus]

A Horny Man makes every girl he fucks

Satisfied and so delicious

Always offers to lick his load

Or do anything else he’s told

[Verse 3]

Sex, sex, sex, who can make love to you?

(Who can make love to you?)

Just until you scream

(Just until you scream)

Then expose your pussy so he can lick the fresh cream

A Horny Man (a horny man)

A horny Man can (a horny man can)

A Horny Man can ‘cause he mixes in his cum

To make your twat taste good

(Make your twat taste good)

Yes, a Horny Man can ‘cause he mixes in his cum

To make your twat taste good

(Make your twat taste good)

[Outro]

A horny man, a horny man, a horny man

make your twat taste good

A horny man, a horny man, a horny man

make your twat taste good

A horny man, a horny man

I’ll Fuck Candee

I met this chick who sucked my meat

And she gave me a real treat

When the champ decided to pop 

She swallowed every drop

I’ll fuck Candee, I’ll fuck Candee

With her hair pinned up or hang down

She’s the hottest girl in town

Candee is what my cock really needs

For either sucking or making love

I’ll fuck Candee, I’ll fuck Candee

I’ll fuck Candee, I’ll fuck Candee

I’ll fuck Candee, I’ll fuck Candee

Yes

Yes

Yes

Yes

Candee in my van, will be very sweet

Where, I’ll fuck Candee

Or she can simply suck my meat

From that day on, she’ll be mine

Then I’ll fuck Candee anytime

I’ll fuck Candee, I’ll fuck Candee

Yes Yes Yes