CLAIRE WAS TO SCARED TO FLASH ME IN PUBLIC

Fresh – Slowly blended egg whites and EVOO create fresh Homemade Mayonnaise. 

Mayo – Hellmann's Real Mayonnaise.

Real – Kraft Real Mayonnaise.

Whip – Miracle Whip Salad Dressing.

No Fat – Hellmann's Fat Free Mayonnaise.

Free – Kraft Fat Free 1,000 Island Salad Dressing.

Yellow – French’s Yellow Mustard.

Brown – Gulden’s Spicy Brown Mustard.

Dijon – Grey Poupon Dijon Mustard.

Horse – Heinz Premium Horseradish Sauce.

Oil – EVOO (Extra Virgin Olive Oil) mixed with both Red and White Wine Vinegar.

After you’ve made your spread selection, we’ll mix in 2 teaspoons if you want your chicken salad base Dry, 3 teaspoons in your chicken salad base for Normal and 4 teaspoons in your chicken salad base if you want it Wet.  

The LOT Finisher

Which includes (Lettuce – a special blend of iceberg and romaine, with slices red and white Onions plus green scallions, along with hearty slices of beefsteak Tomato’s.

The STOP Finisher

Which offers (Spinach, hearty slices of beefsteak Tomato’s, with slices of red and white Onions plus green scallions along with Pepper rings cut from red, green, orange and yellow bell peppers).

The PLOTS Finisher

That combines both the LOT and STOP Finishers without double tomato's and onions. But still includes (Pepper rings cut from red, green, orange and yellow bell peppers, Lettuce – a special blend of iceberg and romaine, with slices of red and white Onions plus green scallions, along with hearty slices of beefsteak Tomato’s and Spinach).

 
Unless of course you want us to add double onions and tomatoes to your Chicken Salad Sandwich or Chicken Salad Club Sandwich. If so, then just ask us for the STOP/LOT finisher instead.

Then with a trip to our extra item bar for any additional items that will make your sandwich a true masterpiece. Here's where you decide what additional items that you want to go with your Chicken Salad Sandwich's.

At your request, we'll toss in a teaspoon of each ingredient you choose into your favorite spread. You can select just one item or each and every item we have listed below, as the potential combinations are endless.   

Sweet Pickle Relish, Dill Pickle Relish, Celery, Onions (red, white and green), Tomatoes, Bell Peppers (red, green, orange and yellow) Olives (black and green), Jalapeño and Roasted Peppers. 

Then if you want to give your Chicken Salad Sandwich's some added kick. Just ask us to add some of our Homemade Three Pepper Paste or 3-P to your favorite spread.

If you tell us Turn up the Heat, we’ll mix in one teaspoon. But if you tell us to Set it on Fire, we’ll mix in two teaspoons. Or if you want us to Make it Burn Baby, we’ll mix in three teaspoons. 

Wearing latex gloves we remove the stems on five or six dried Chipole and Habanro peppers.

 Then we slice each pepper and under cold running water to remove the seeds and membrane. And after all the peppers have been rinsed and cleaned, we cook them over a low heat in four cups of water. While their cooking, we cut the stems and tips off five or six Jalapeño peppers, which is the third pepper in our homemade paste. Next we slice and rinse the center portion of the Jalapeños and finely chop them for the additional item bar. Once we remove the meat from around the stem and toss it in the pot with the tips. Now we dice up about a half-cup of each red and yellow onion’s and green and red bell peppers.

When the peppers are done cooking and cooled, we place them in the blender with the onions, bell peppers, and the crushed cloves of a whole garlic bulb with a tablespoon of each of the following ingredients. Paprika, cumin, salt and course ground black pepper.

Lastly using some of the water we cooked the peppers in, we add it in slowly to our blended mix. As we're looking for the consistency of oatmeal and the ability to stick to an upturned spoon without falling off.

Once we achieve this, it's off to the fridge in a covered bowl. Where it will last about a week or until it's needed to add some extra heat to you’re favorite spread on any of our sandwiches. 

After dating Brie or Brianna for a little over five months, I had to drop her like a bad habit. Now don’t get me wrong, any sex is still considered sex even if it’s bad. And I’m not saying that having sex with brie was bad by any stretch of the imagination, it was just boring.

I mean that Brie would only have sex in the missionary position. And I had to make sure that the doors to the apartment were locked and the bedroom door was closed. Than I had to make sure that I checked the bedroom closet and under the bed for boogie men. And to top it all off, Brie would only make love to me when we were both under the covers and with the lights off.

Even though the ship was in dry-dock, to have fin stabilizers installed, which are used to help reduce the ship’s rocking in rough weather. We still maintained our usual 4 section duty weekend watch rotation. Now with me now being home three nights out of four and three weekends each month, Brie and I still had a very active sex life. Although it was still very boring, but any sex is still sex, right?

Then to try and add a little bit of spice to it, mostly when I had weekends off. Brie and I made love twice or even three times in a single day, but it was still the same old boring bologna and cheese sandwich each and every time. I even tried to reinvent the wheel, meaning the Old Maid Game. But Brie simply wouldn’t abide by any of my modified rules. So we simply played the original version instead. 

And after about twenty weeks of bologna and cheese, I had to throw in the towel and call it quits. Brie wouldn’t even suck my cock or let me finger fuck her, let alone allow me to dine at her seafood buffet. It was always missionary sex in the dark and under the covers. And when we were finished, Brie always managed to slip out of bed with a sheet or comforter wrapped around her.

Then a short time after the bathroom door closed and I heard the lock click, Brie climbed back into bed with her pajama’s on. And they weren’t anything skimpy or sexy either. Because Brie’s wore a two piece flannel pajama set to bed every night. Plus they were both long legged and long sleeved with a button down top. That brie always kept buttoned all the way up to the collar.

At least when my dick was inside her, I got to play with Brie’s apple dumplings and suck on the stems of her apple sized tarts. I even caught a few brief glimpses of her partially naked body as she got out of bed and not fully cocooned within the sheet yet. But those once in a lifetime occurrences were few and far between.

Plus Brie always guided my boner inside her cunt, even when it occasionally slipped out. Because brie never let my hands or even my fingers anywhere near her pussy, before, during or after I made love to her. I just wished that Brie would have let me in on the little secret that she was hiding. Then at least we could have dealt with it together, whether it was bruising, scaring or some form of disfigurement. All Brie had to do was let me in. But instead, I simply checked out of the relationship altogether.

Anyway, about two weeks had passed since I broke up with Brie. And fortunately for me, the landlord was ex military and let me out of the lease without paying a penalty or paying for the remaining seven months on the year long lease I signed. Then if Brie was willing to sign a new lease, which she wasn’t, the landlord would have easily let her stay in our Portland Maine apartment all by herself.

So to make a long story short, Brie and I went our separate ways and we moved out of our apartment at the same time. After giving the landlord back his keys and he checked out the apartment. He even gave me back my full month and a half’s rent deposit back in the form of a cashier’s check.

Now with nearly seven hundred dollars burning a hole in my packet, and Brie out of my life, I started scouring the city of Portland for a new place to live. The only bad thing was that fully furnished apartments like the one I just moved out of were quite rare in the area and very hard to find. 

So I had to settle on an unfurnished one, which was also about a hundred dollars cheaper each month. And since the place only came with a stove, refrigerator, washer and dryer, I was in hog heaven. Especially with the pots and pans that I usually used on my hibachi grill, I could cook on my stove. Keep shit and leftovers cold in the fridge and wash and dry all my soiled laundry without leaving my apartment or getting dressed. 

The place was a two-story duplex with two other apartments above the two on the ground floor, one of which was mine. It had two bedrooms with light brown or tan wall to wall carpet throughout the apartment, except for the kitchen, the laundry room and the bath and a half.

I guess one was suppose to be the master bathroom, but they were both the same size and right next to each other. The only exception was that the so called master bath had a corner shower in it. To go along with the sink and commode, while the other one only had a sink and commode.

Then next to the half bath was an over-sized laundry room. And if I had any say in the design of the place, I would have combined the half bath with the laundry room and after tossing in a tub and shower combination, it still would have been twice as big as the so called master bath was.

Who cares, if the laundry room was in the bathroom instead of in a room all by itself. At least this way you could always have a warm towel fresh from the dryer after your shower. And one could even toss all their soiled and dirty clothes right in the washer before stepping into the shower. This to me made perfect sense, but apparently it didn’t to the person or the firm that was drawing up the blueprints for the place. Still it was cheap enough and was a much easier commute to the shipyard.

But I still had to go out and find some cheap furniture now too. The bed was the easy part, because all I needed was the thick foam mattress from my van to put on the floor. Then I hung the extra sheets that I had over the windows to act as curtains in the bedroom. And since I liked to walk around naked, with a hard-on most of the time, I had to go out and buy some extra sheets to cover up all the windows in my apartment.

Because the last thing I needed was to have one of my new neighbors to see me in the buff and call the cops on me. Although the former wouldn’t really have been a bad thing, especially if it led to me hooking up with a young lady. And that lady ended up becoming my next girlfriend or at least a fuck-buddy.

In the mean time, it’s going to be hard to teach old dog a new trick, especially when I have a boner. So before I got all the windows properly covered up, I spent my first weekend off walking around my new apartment naked. And I even jerked off once in the kitchen, and another time in the living room while I was watching a dirty movie on my computer.

Then as the days slowly passed, I finally got all the windows covered up. Plus I added a few more furniture odds and ends; I found curbside to my apartment. I even changed the route I took a few times to cover more and more territory too. And in doing so, I managed to score a sofa on my fourth trip home to add to my folding card table and two folding chairs that I used as a kitchen-dining room table and chairs.

Granted, one of the four legs on the couch was missing, and was most likely the reason why it was tossed to the curb. But it was nothing that a few bricks, books or navy tech manuals wouldn’t fix. And with the foam padding off the platform bed in my van already in my apartment, the sofa was pretty easy for me to put in my van and take home.

Now getting it inside my apartment was a bit trickier through, and I had to enlist the help of a neighbor. After Jim and I wrestled the couch inside, we started talking. And I told Jim that I was recently single and once I got my new apartment set up, I was going to start looking for a new girlfriend. 

That’s when Jim invited me to a party that he and his wife Cindy were hosting next week. And that he had someone that they wanted me to meet. Her name was Claire and she too was recently single, though not as recently as I was.

Jim was about six foot tall and looked like he could easily tip the scale at 230 to 240 pounds. He had shoulder length dark brown hair with brown eyes. And Jim was a custodian supervisor for Major Corporation here in Portland, while his wife Cindy was a full time home-maker.

Then Jim said that Claire was single for almost two months now, and kept bugging his wife Cindy to help her find and meet someone new. And since I was new to the neighborhood, the two of you just have to meet.

Granted, the last blind date I was on was when Matt’s wife Linda hooked me up with Gail and ex girlfriend number unlucky thirteen. And I’m not saying that in a bad way either. It’s just the way I had to break it off with Gail that was the unlucky part. Because I was so close to sticking my dick in my best friend’s wife that I had to end it Gail just to prevent that from happening.

As it was, I was already jerking off for Linda on a regular basis. Plus she was letting me cum in her shoes, on her feet, her ankles, her thighs and between her tits too. Then Linda would simply let me lick my fresh cum off whatever body part I deposited in on. Most of which occurred under her dining room table, while she was sitting right next to her husband.

And I knew in the back of my mind, that if I kept going over to Matt and Linda’s house with Gail. Sooner than later, I would either end up fucking Linda or letting her give me a blowjob. But after Suzan cheated on me with numerous guys, I couldn’t do anything like that my best friend Matt. So I took the easy way out and just broke up with Gail instead.

Which I also felt was the honorable thing to do on my part. Then to make matters worse and a few ex girlfriends later, I found out that Colleen and ex girlfriend number seventeen was cheating on me too. By letting two of my shipmates stick their dicks in her the same time that I was dating her. And even though I was never invited to join in on Colleen’s reindeer games or to share a three-cheese sandwich with her, I had to quickly and very loudly end our relationship.

When I agreed to attend Jim’s party, I secretly hoped that this blind date and the relationship that could easily follow didn’t turn out like my last one with Gail did. Though I didn’t see myself rubbing dicks with Jim, but since I hadn’t met his wife Cindy yet, the jury was still out deliberating on that one.

And because I took my sweet procrastinating time, in the two days, that it took me to cover all the windows up with sheets. Cindy could have easily seen me walking around my apartment in the buff. Or that she even watched me jerking off in the kitchen while I was cooking eggs one morning. While I was thinking about that truly amazing morning I had when I was making breakfast for Tess and Kimberly. And that could have very easily lead Cindy into asking Jim to invite me to their party in the first place and introduce me to Claire.

After Jim left, I went out to my van and started looking for something to prop up the broken fourth leg on my sofa with. Since I was fresh out of bricks and books, I grabbed my tech manuals from under the platform bed and started going through them. And I started to size them up; I needed something a full index finger long to replace the broken leg.

And because I already completed all of the GM courses for advancement, and just started working on all the electronic courses. I decided to use my GM 3 and 2 and my GM 1 and Chief Manuals instead of the courses that I was working on. And wouldn’t you know it, both books fit perfectly and did the trick.

Now with that task accomplished, I could at least sit or lay down on the sofa and jerk off while watching dirty movies. Instead of just standing up in the living room and doing it. Next on my list was to try and score a couple of tables. To at least set my personal computer on, so it just wasn’t sitting on the floor anymore.

And a second table to act as an end table next to the couch. At least his way, I had someplace to set my paper plates and plastic cups on while I was eating. That is unless I manage to sore a cocktail table before I find a set of end tables. Or with any luck, someone will toss a complete set of three away. And I think it’s time to change my route home again.

With the longer routes to my apartment and garbage picking over the next few days allowed me find a very mismatched set of tales for my living room. I mean someone painted a cocktail table white and they did a lousy job with it too. Then the next day I grabbed a pine end table from one house and a scratched up cherry one from another. And on my third trip home, I snatched up a dresser with two broken drawers. But at least everything was there; just the fronts of the drawers were broken off.

Then with trip down to the local hardware store, I bought two dozen one-inch “L” brackets And an hour after I got back home, I had a fully functional four drawer tall chest of drawers to go in my bedroom. Now I had a place to keep my clothes instead of being neatly piled up on the carpeted floor of my new sleeping quarters.

Then in the few remaining days before Jim and Cindy’s party, I managed to locate and bring home an actual TV stand or what some would call a four wheeled utility or serving cart. But no matter what you called it, it still beat using my cocktail table as a platform for the monitor of my desktop computer. Granted, two of the four wheels were frozen and wouldn’t roll anymore. 

That is, until I introduced them to a little WD40. Then with a few more squirts and some rocking back and forth, they didn’t squeak anymore either and were good as new.

Totally bewildered, I just decide to keep my mouth shut. As this quickly appeared to be one of those famous Star Trek Kobayashi Maru tests or a no win scenario, because either way, I could wind up being the bad guy. If I agreed to the kiss, then I might seem a bit too eager or pushy.

But on the other hand, if I remained silent, I might appear as if I’m not interested in Claire. And this was the farthest thing from my mind, because I was very interested in doing the horizontal mamba with her.

Still with discretion being ht better part of valor, I just played Switzerland and kept my mouth shut, when Claire said. “You know Cindy; we could just walk around the outside of your house to get to the backyard?” 

After a brief laugh, Cindy said. “You could, but I don’t think you will.”

Now I wished that I had something to hand Cindy to help break the tension, but since I didn’t have anything, I simply said. “Claire, when and if you decide to walk around the house, I will follow you.”

And that was a good thing. Plus in hind sight, it was also the best thing that I could have said too. And for the rest of the afternoon and early into the evening, Claire was practically glued to my side the entire time. When Claire and I finished our short hike around the outside of Jim and Cindy’s house, there were about forty or so other people already in the backyard having a good time.

And because I didn’t know anyone else there except for Jim, plus now Claire and Cindy. I was just a little bit out of my element at first. But Claire led me around the folks gathered and introduced me to most of them; I just wished that I remembered some of their names. Plus anytime one of them asked if Claire and I were a thing or a couple, Claire simply replied. “No, were just friends.”

Though in the back of my mind, I kept saying over and over again. “Friends become good friends, then lovers.”

But when one couple asked, “So how long have you guys been seeing each other?” Claire quickly replied, “For a while now.”

Since Claire didn’t give them any specific time frame. I guessed that a while to Claire could have meant weeks, months or years. But to everyone else, even me, only minutes or moments passed since Claire and I first met. 

Anyway, I went along with her little charade, and played along. Then anytime Claire told someone that we were just friends or for a while now, I would simply give her a friendly or playful little hip check. And after the first two or three,  Claire would start giving me one before they even finished asking their question. So if kissing Claire in public was out, at least hip checking her wasn’t.

Plus every time I tried to hold her hand or give her a little hug, Claire would just simply brush my hand away from hers or would momentarily step away from me. But each time that Claire got close to me again, she would give me another playful little hip check.

So if hugging, kissing and holding hands were definitely out, at least hip bumping was still in. But my thoughts quickly went over to the dark side of the force, when I thought. “How about Ugly bumping out in public, would that be OK?” 

And again, those were two different times, with two completely different women and in a different state. Because both Helen and Gwen liked to be naked out in the public’s eye. Whether we were making love or not, like the many times that Helen either jerked me off or let me fuck her in a mall’s parking lot.

Or just to spice things up a little bit more, I would occasionally have Gwen unbutton her blouse all the way. And while the guy was filling the tank with gas, Gwen was filling his eyes and mind with ideas too. Plus the entire time she was talking to the gas station attendant, I was lightly poking her in the ribs, making her squirm and flash him just a little bit more of her barely covered flesh. 

Plus the couple of times that I asked Gwen to get gas for my van when I was sitting right behind her in the broken arm chair or the driver’s side rear swivel seat. While she was only wearing a blouse and short skirt with one of her many hair brush handles shoved in her twat.

And the one time that I had her wear a half sweatshirt that we cut right below her nipples. That’s when the attendant practically wore a hole in my windshield washing it. Plus he only washed a very small portion of the driver’s side too.

Anyway, back to the story. Claire and I spent 90 percent of the next five hours or so just chatting away. While the other 10 percent of the afternoon, we mingled with everyone else. I even chipped in and helped Jim flip some burgers or roll a few dogs on the grill.

At the some time, Claire pitched in to help Cindy keep the baked beans, macaroni, potato and garden salad bowls on the patio table topped off. And Jim and Cindy’s patio was nicely set up too. They had a canopy awning over half of it, while the other half had a built in barbecue, a couple of pop-up tents and a spot for a pair of ice chests built right into one of the patio walls.

As the afternoon quickly passed by, the more familiar and comfortable Claire and I became. And that quickly prompted more and more of Jim and Cindy’s guests to start asking us again. “So how long have you two known each other?”

But Claire’s cookie cutter response was always. “Not too long.”

That only brought on even more personal and straight to the point questions like. “Have you guys set a date yet?” or “When did you guys officially start dating?” and “Did you move into Larry’s place or did he move into yours?”

But all they got back was more of Claire’s cookie cutter answers like. “Larry and I are taking things slow right now.” or “Shortly after we met” and “I asked him to move in with me.”

And with each of her reply’s, Claire continued to give me her patented playful little hip check. As she was trying to secretly or subtlety ask me to play along with her on this one. But because I liked all of her answers, I was more than interested in playing Claire’s little game.

Towards the end of the party, I started to say the exact same thing before Claire could. Which I believe only added to the brownie points that I was starting to accumulate on our very first afternoon together.

But leave it to Cindy to toss a monkey wrench into the cute little game that Claire and I were playing, when she asked. “How come if you and Larry are officially dating and living together, no one here had seen you two guys holding hands, hugging or kissing yet?”

And while Claire and I looked at each other, her cheeks again started to turn a light shade of pink. I stared deep into her bright blue eyes and earned the biggest brownie point of my life when I quickly answered, “I know that Claire doesn’t like to do that sort of thing in public, even of it’s only in front of a closely knit group of friends like you. So I respect her wishes and don’t push the issue.”

After taking Claire’s hand in mine, I continued by saying. “But if my girlfriend and housemate is willing to make an exception in this case and for this one time only. I’m quite sure that we can put Cindy’s and anyone else’s mind at ease. If she would give me the distinct honor, privilege and pleasure of allowing me to hug and kiss her in front of all of you assembled here today.”

And as I could clearly see the tears welling up in Claire’s eyes, I wasn’t quite sure of they were tears of joy or disgust because Cindy and I just backed Claire into a corner. But as she slowly approached, Claire silently moved her lips and said. “Yes, you can hug and kiss me here, but don’t expect it all the time.”

Then we embraced and kissed each other for the very first time. And for a girl who doesn’t like any form of public affection. I considered this second base, with first base being Claire’s playful little hip checks.

Since Claire didn’t just give me a brief hug and peck on the lips. We were entwined and locked together from our lips to our knees in a tender embrace. Even though my boner was pointing in the wrong dam direction and I was starting to wince in pain a bit. I didn’t want to spoil or ruin this moment in the spotlight for Claire. Especially because it was in front of her friends, so I continued to hold her tight against me and work through the pain.

Plus I also knew that Claire could feel my arousal and excitement level too. Because she pressed her smoking hot 140 pound, 5 foot and 7 inch body even tighter against mine. And with our hot and heavy tongues darting back and forth from her mouth to mine for almost five minutes straight. I finally knew that Claire’s tears were ones of joy and happiness. Plus I was happy too, because Claire somehow managed to adjust my swollen and aching hard-on in the process.

And once Claire finally broke our lip lock and embrace, some of the little white lies that she told everyone who asked, started to come true. Like, “How long have you guys known each other?” and Claire’s reply was, “Not long.”

Which was true.

And when she was asked, “When did you guys start dating?” Claire’s answer was “Shortly after we first met.”

Which was also now true.

But the jury was still out on the “Did you move in with Larry, or did he move in with you?”

Question, plus the, “Have you guys set a date yet?”

Because at this rate, there was no way that we were taking it slow.

Anyway, not to drift too far off topic or away from Claire’s story here. Just a subtle or sometimes not subtle gesture could be used as another form of communication between partners. Like when Claire would give me those playful little hip bumps, to let me secretly know that she was somewhat interested in me. Or letting me know that she was about to tell a little white lie about our short lived and made up relationship. 

Or when Lilly would pound out the number of seconds of air that she felt she had left into Lance’s leg when he was gagging her with his cock. And since Lynn was sexually, physically and emotionally abused by her last boyfriend, we used her hair style to silently and playfully let me know that it was ok for me to pull her hair or to spank her.

Because when Lynn set her hair up in pigtails, even if Lynn only used her hands to briefly do so. I was allowed to lightly and very playfully spank her in the ass. And when Lynn put her hair up in a ponytail, either briefly with her hand or more securely with a scrunchie, I could lightly pull or tug on her hair.

Then with Marge, it was a little bit different. Because simply playing with her hair made her hot, horny and got her juices flowing. And since that was her kryptonite whenever her hair was down or loose, I always asked. “Are you sure?”

Because 90 percent of the time that we were together, Marge always wore her hair up in either a ponytail or a loose bun, which was and still is my favorite woman’s hairstyle. And if Marge didn’t quickly readjust her hair back into a ponytail or a loose bun. She was silently giving me permission to start playing with it, even when we were out in public.

But with Gwen, things were a little bit harder to figure out. Especially since when we were inside of our apartment and we were naked almost all of the time. Plus we were either climbing into our after sex chair, thinking about where and how we were going to make love next. Or we were climbing out of that chair and on our way to our next sexual adventure.

But whenever I saw Gwen holding or playing with her hobbling rope or when she strutted around the apartment with it loosely wrapped around her neck. I instantly knew that she wanted to be tied up, so she was helpless. And that she wanted to be fucked hard.

So you see communication is the key to any successful relationship, and whether it’s verbal, silent, by gesture or deed. Just s long as the channels remain open, you are well on your way to having a successful relationship. For the most part anyway, except in Suzan’s case.

But even though I fucked Suzan whenever she wanted it, in the hopes that she would also let me fuck her when I wanted too. A lot of other guys were also fucking Suzan when I wasn’t around. So in the end, I was the one who got fucked right out of that relationship.