WAS GAIL REALLY A WOLF IN SHEEPS CLOTHING?
GAIL - GRILLED CHEESE AND TOMATO SANDWICH
ABOUT THE NAME GAIL
The meaning of the name Gail is Joy of the Father.
The origin of the name Gail is English.
Short form of Abigail
Other variations: Gaille
LIMERICK #1
I had a girl friend I call Gail
Who when she cycled, I got some tail
But without any blood
She started pulling my pud
Or it was my pecker she would inhale
LIMERICK #2
Gail was girl friend number thirteen
Who offered me her seafood cuisine
When aunt Flo’s out of town
I could lick my way down
To her baby making machine
HER SANDWICH
We use real butter (Heavy) when preparing all of our grilled cheese sandwiches. But if you prefer that we use margarine instead of butter, just insert the word (Light) before the sandwich's name when ordering.
And all of our sandwiches are cooked to order open-face style then assembled just prior to serving. Our grilled cheese and tomato specialty sandwich is guaranteed to leave a little red smile on your face by the time you’re finished eating it.
You can easily add the tomato to any of our other grilled cheese sandwiches by simply telling us to make it Bleed. When you do, we’ll add a thick layer of beefsteak tomatoes right in the middle of you sandwich just before we wrap it up to go, or plate it up for you. This way the coolness of the freshly sliced tomatoes adds a unique tang and flavor to whichever grilled cheese sandwich you select.
Then to take you’re Grilled Cheese and Tomato Sandwiches totally over the top, by telling us to Pork it Up for you. And we’ll add a layer of bacon right off the grill to you sandwich. But if you prefer turkey bacon instead, just tell us to Fowl it Up for you.
Let me say this, once you try a Classic Grilled Cheese and Tomato Sandwich or an All-American Grilled Cheese and Tomato Sandwich with bacon. You’ll never look at another grilled cheese sandwich the same way again. And they are the only grilled cheese sandwiches I order and eat anymore.
Try one of our specialty grilled cheese sandwiches include the following. But please feel free to invent your own Signature Grilled Cheese Sandwich. And if we like it too, we’ll add it to the menu with your name on it.
YOUR BREAD CHOICES
White, Wheat, Rye, Pumpernickel, Sourdough, Whole Grain or Multi Grain. On flat bread, Pita, Baguette, Panini, Chabata or wraps (Plain or Whole Wheat). On a Sub roll (round or long) or Surprise Me, and let us pick out the bread for your Grilled Cheese and Tomato Sandwich.
YOUR CHEESE SELECTIONS
American (white or yellow), Swiss, Baby Swiss, Colby Jack, Pepper Jack, Muenster, Provolone, Mozzarella, Asiago, Feta, Gouda, Limburger, Cheese Wiz, Havarti, Aged Cheddar, Lady Blue or Surprise Me, and let us pick out the cheese for your Grilled Cheese and Tomato Sandwich.
CLASSIC GRILLED CHEESE AND TOMATO
Two slices of yellow American cheese and slices of hearty beefsteak tomatoes, then grilled to perfection.
ALL AMERICAN GRILLED CHEESE AND TOMATO
One slice of white American cheese and one slice of yellow American cheese. Plus we add slices of hearty beefsteak tomatoes.
SWISS ALPS AND TOMATO
One slice of Swiss cheese and one slice of baby Swiss cheese with a layer of hearty beefsteak tomatoes plus our homemade coleslaw piled in between them.
GRILLED ITALIAN AND TOMATO
A slice of provolone cheese and a slice of Asiago cheese grilled using our homemade garlic butter until the cheese begins to melt. Along with slices of hearty beefsteak tomatoes, then each sandwich is cut into quarters and served with a side of our signature sauce.
BIG BOY AND TOMATO
Our Classic Grilled Cheese and Tomato or the All American Grilled Cheese and Tomato made with Texas toast and double the cheese and double the slices of hearty beefsteak tomatoes.
HOT AND SPICY WITH TOMATO
Two slices of pepper jack cheese with layer of sliced jalapeno peppers and slices of hearty beefsteak tomatoes between them.
JACK’S A PIG WITH TOMATO
Two slices of Pepper Jack or Colby Jack cheese with a layer of our oven cooked bacon and slices of hearty beefsteak tomatoes between them.
JACK’S STILL FOWL WITH TOMATO
Two slices of Pepper Jack or Colby Jack cheese with a layer of our oven cooked turkey bacon and slices of hearty beefsteak tomatoes between them.
DOUBLE JACK OFF AND TOMATO
One slice of Colby Jack and one slice of Pepper jack with slices of hearty beefsteak tomatoes, then grilled to perfection.
HOT AND SEXY WITH TOMATO
One slice of Pepper Jack cheese and one slice of Baby Swiss cheese with slices of hearty beefsteak tomatoes. While this one is on the grill, Pepper Jack and the tomatoes juices will invade all of Baby Swiss's holes for maximum penetration and tantalize your taste buds.
ACROSS THE SEA WITH TOMATO
One slice of either White or Yellow American cheese and one slice of Asiago cheese or Provolone cheese, plus slices of hearty beefsteak tomatoes.
MUENSTER SWISS AND TOMATO
One slice of Muenster cheese and one slice of Swiss or Baby Swiss cheese and only separated by a thin layer of Dijon mustard with slices of hearty beefsteak tomatoes
BCT (BACON, CHEESE AND TOMATO)
We start out with two slices of Yellow or White American cheese with slices of hearty beefsteak tomatoes. Then we add three strips of our oven fried bacon (Pork it Up) or turkey bacon (Fowl it Up).
THREE CONTINENTS WITH TOMATO
Two slices of Yellow, Yellow and White or White and White American cheese along with slices of hearth beefsteak tomatoes are all that stand between one slice of Provolone or Asiago cheese and one slice of Swiss or Baby Swiss cheese.
GRILLED CHEESE CLUB WITH TOMATO
Select any three cheeses plus any three breads with slices of hearty beefsteak tomatoes. Then we grill it for you, until its golden brown. And if you want real bacon, just tell us to Pork it Up or to Fowl it Up, if you prefer the turkey bacon instead.
Lastly, we’ll finish your sandwich off any way you like it with one of our Standard Finishers. Which are listed below along with our Homemade Coleslaw.
THE MONSTER GRILLED CHEESE CLUB WITH TOMATO
You get all seventeen cheeses plus five breads, of your choice, and six slices of hearty beefsteak tomatoes. Then it’s all grilled to perfection. And if you want real bacon, just tell us to Pork it Up or to Fowl it Up, if you prefer the turkey bacon instead.
Lastly, we’ll finish your sandwich off the way you like it, with one of our Standard Finishers.
HOMEMADE COLESLAW
Starting out with a coleslaw base, we combine 4 cups of shredded cabbage to 4 cups of shredded red cabbage. Then add 2 cups of coarsely chopped bell peppers (red, green, orange and yellow) and about 2 cups of shredded carrots.
Then we add about 2 tablespoons of sugar, 2 tablespoons of lemon juice to a teaspoon of both salt and pepper. Lastly, we cover our homemade coleslaw base in a glass bowl in the fridge to marry all the flavors together. And once your order is placed, we add the final ingredient; you’re favorite spread. After removing a standard sized ice cream scoop of our slaw-base, we add one tablespoon of your spread selection and mix it up thoroughly and add it directly to your sandwich.
And if I can just add my two-cents worth in for a minute here, the Gulden’s spicy brown coleslaw is my personal favorite that I put on any of my sandwiches made with coleslaw.
The other spread choices for our homemade coleslaw include the following:
OUR SPREAD CHOICES
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.
OUR STANDARD FINISHERS
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 Grilled Cheese and Tomato Sandwich, Grilled Cheese and Tomato Club Sandwich or the Monster Grilled Cheese and Tomato Club Sandwich. If so, then just ask us for the STOP/LOT finisher instead.
AND DON’T FORGET TO ADD IN A FEW EXTRA ITEMS TOO
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 Grilled Cheese and Tomato Sandwich.
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.
I like to have my Grilled Cheese and Tomato Sandwiches made Heavy (with butter) and extra juicy too. So I always have them put a double helping of Roasted Red Peppers and tomatoes on mine.
THE EXTRA ITEM SELECTIONS ARE
Sweet Pickle Relish, Dill or India Pickle Relish, Celery, Onions (red, green and white), Tomatoes, Bell Peppers (red, green, orange and yellow) Olives (black and green), Jalapeno and Roasted Peppers.
WANT TO ADD SOME EXTRA HEAT
Then if you want to give your Grilled Cheese and Tomato 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.
THREE PEPPER PASTE OR 3-P
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.
WHERE GAIL STARTED OUT AND ENDED UP ON MY LISTS
Gail was my thirtieth girlfriend and the day we met, I had to quickly come up with a fun little game to help us break the ice. So I modified the rules to the Helen’s Do You Like Game and simply called it the Gail’s What If Game instead.
And despite our lack of actual intercourse, Gail easily made it up orally, with her hand, her feet or with boob jobs. But whenever Gail was actually on her monthly cycle, it was full steam ahead in the fucking department. Because as she would always say. “When I’m bleeding, I’m not breading.”
But I still had to throw in the towel on our relationship because I came so close to sticking my dick in my best friend’s Matt’s wives body. Though it was many years earlier, when I had the rare opportunity to finger fuck Lilly, who was Lance’s wife and another friend of mine. Plus at the time, I had both Lance’s and Helen’s permission to do so. Also Helen was their best friend and lived with them, when I moved in with them.
And now with Matt, Linda and Gail, I didn’t have anyone’s permission to do anything. But I still pushed the envelope as far as I comfortably could. Plus it all started out innocent enough. With me cumin in one of Linda’s shoes before she put it on and a little later, right on Linda’s foot while she was wearing a pair of sandals.
Then reverting back to Fay’s training, where she made me lick up all of my mess’s. And because Linda already knew this, I quickly found myself licking Linda’s feet and shoes clean too. But soon I found myself naked under Matt and Linda’s dining room table, licking other parts of Linda’s body clean as well. And when I was dining on Linda’s cum-soaked body parts, she, Matt and Gail were sitting above me at the table eating.
But if the truth were to be told here, I truly enjoyed Linda playing Fay 2.0. Because unlike Fay, not only did I get to jerk off for Linda, I could actually lick it right off her body. And it was Emily who first allowed me to do that. Because whenever I told her a sexy story about my past, Emily would let me jerk off on her.
And when I sat there salivating over my first mess, Emily asked. “Larry, what’s the matter?”
Then after I quickly confessed, “I want to lick my cum off your body so bad, I can almost taste it from here.”
And when Emily stopped laughing, she made me wait another five minutes before she finally said. “Go ahead Larry. But take your time.”
Plus soon after that first encounter, Emily would make me simply stare at my spent seed before she gave me permission to start cleaning it up. And sometimes that would be well over fifteen minutes. But in Linda’s case, she wanted me to start licking almost as soon as my balls stopped pumping out my nut nectar. And I could never do that to Fay. Because her first rule was that I couldn’t touch her. And her second rule was that I couldn’t get any if my cum on her.
Also in both Emily’s and Linda’s case, they had me jerking off between their wide open legs. So I would bust a nut all over their inner thighs or sometimes right in their pubic hair. Plus Linda would start rubbing my fresh cum up and down her labia lips with her fingertips. Then after I sucked her fingers clean, Linda had me lick her blonde pussy hair before I was finished.
And that’s also when I knew that I had to break to off with Gail as quickly as possible. Before I ended up doing something that I would regret for the rest of my life. And let Linda give me a blow job or when I actually stuck my cock inside her pussy. But either way, I would have been compelled to either French kiss Linda’s mouth or lick her snatch when I was finished.
Still, despite having to quickly exit our relationship stage left. Gail moved up two spots to become my eleventh overall favorite girlfriend.
GAIL'S STORY - BOOK 1
CHAPTER 1 - COULD IT HAVE BEEN EVE
For a while I truly believed that Eve could have been my mystery woman and dream lover.
CHAPTER 2 – MORNING WOOD
Eve enjoyed bouncing up and down on my flesh-colored pogo stick way more than Emily did.
CHAPTER 3 - VISIT, BOARD, SEARCH AND SEIZURE
Law Enforcement Operations on the high seas gets an overdue and well deserved makeover.
CHAPTER 4 – MAKING A DEAL WITH MATT
I had to switch duty days with Matt, so I agreed to repay him a favor with no questions asked.
CHAPTER 5 - THE DUDE WHO SITS ON THE MOON
The keeper of dreams and missed opportunities ruined Eve's, Eleanor's and my life and future.
CHAPTER 6 - A HEARTFELT APOLOGY
After being called every name in the book, i denied this one the most. But I was one by proxy.
COULD IT HAVE BEEN EVE
GAIL - CHAPTER 1
Ever since I left Syracuse New York for my second trip up to Great Lakes Illinois to attend Gunner’s mate Class “C” School and EEH Electronics, Electricity and Hydraulics class. I’ve been having these very sporadic wet dreams with a mystery woman and dream lover.
And whenever I attempted to look into her eyes, kiss her lips or suck on the steam of one of her golden delicious apple sized breasts. I would always wake up, no matter how hot, heavy or passionate the dream was. Plus whenever I tried to make contact with one of those three forbidden zones before I ejaculated, I would wake up in a cold sweat and with my cum-round still stuck in my chamber too.
But when I dreamt about her just blowing me or while I was dining out-in between her lovely thighs at an all you can eat seafood buffet. I was able to achieve an orgasm with an empty breech or chamber, each and every time.
And on average, I could safely say that I dreamt about my mystery woman and dream lover around three to four times each month. But on each of those nights, when I dreamt of her and reached a climax, I always felt complete, whole and at peace when I woke up the next morning.
At first, I thought she was a woman from my future, though when I tried to mimic my dreams with Tess, during our only day of one on one or single sexual Olympics. Or with Tori whenever I asked her to lock her legs around me, like my mystery woman did.
And even though Tori’s leg lock was a little bit tighter then my mystery woman’s was. I never felt the same way in the morning, as I did when I dreamt about and jerked off to this total stranger of mine.
Even though I kept trying to occasionally substitute my mystery woman out for Tori as we were making love. And I would have loved to try this purely unscientific little experiment out on Tess a little bit more, plus Kimberly and Sally too. But it just wasn’t in the cards or even possible anymore. Plus I wasn’t with either of them long enough to gather any real or tangible data, one way of the other.
And trying to hook back up with either of them again, and have sex while I was conducting this little experiment was not going to happen. And as much as I wanted to achieve that same feeling of utopia with Tori, like I did while dreaming about my mystery woman and dream lover. That never occurred either.
But my mystery woman and dream lover had shoulder length thick brown hair that she kept pinned up off her shoulders. And by doing so, it exposed what I believe is the most sensual part of a woman’s body. Which is a bare, very vulnerable and a completely delectable neck. Plus she sported a very nice set of apple-sized tits, hanging right below that lovely exposed neck of hers too.
And from the brief glimpses that I was able to catch, she also had nice light pink pencil eraser like nipples that were centered on her slightly darker pink half-dollar sized areolas. Though I could never see her face clearly enough to pick out any distinguishing features or her eye color. She did have a very well kept and manicured light brown colored curly lawn just south of her equator. Or in her pubic hair region if you weren’t quite sure what south of her equator meant.
Needless to say, in some of my dreams my face was buried beneath her light brown hair as I nibbled on her delicate neck or sensitive earlobes. And her long lovely legs always seemed to be loosely wrapped around my waist, as we made love in the missionary position, which of course was her personal favorite.
Plus her loosely wrapped legs, gave me greater access to her womanhood while also affording me room for the constant piston-like thrusts that I needed to satisfy her. As I rapidly kept driving my cock deeper and deeper inside her over and over again, until I blew a gasket and exploded in her over-heated core.
Then one night while Eve and I were still dating and she was small spooning me. Almost like a mama kangaroo holding and protecting its baby in her pouch. I was dreaming about my mystery woman and dream lover. But I just wanted to be left alone with my mystery woman.
I even tried lying to Eve, by saying that I had to take a leak. But instead Eve just started sucking my dick again, like she did every morning when I sported a piss filled boner for her to enjoy. Then after a few minutes of sucking, Eve just giggled and said. “I love waking up to a piss hard on every morning. Larry can you please make love to me.”
And what could I say, other than. “What position would you like?”
Then without saying a word, Eve simply rolled over on her back and assumed the missionary position. So not wanting to ruin or spoil the moment, I mounted Eve. And because it was a few days since her period ended and a good month since Eve and I made our first Deviled Egg Salad Sandwich together. I buried my bone deep in Eve’s hairy little hid-e-hole.
And just like a stray dog finding another one in heat. I grudge fucked the living shit out of Eve, for ruining my dream with my mystery woman and dream lover. Or did she really?
Anyway with the assistance of a full bladder, I managed to pound the hell out of Eve’s pussy for a little over seven and a half minutes. That is, until we both took a swan dive off the top of Mount Rainier and into oblivion together. Although Eve got the ball rolling early that morning per say. I almost made the biggest mistake of my life too.
Even bigger than painting Emily into a corner and leaving her no choice, except for asking me to leave. Or the time I forgot all about Sheri while I was racing away from Iris while driving up to North Chicago Illinois for school. Because for a little while there, I actually thought Eve could be my mystery woman and dream lover.
And out of the hundred’s or very close to that number of orgasm’s that I pumped into Eve body, since we first met almost two months earlier. Only a handful of them so far, left me feeling fulfilled and totally satisfied. But unlike the other times, this morning I also felt whole and complete too.
Could Eve really be my mystery woman and dream lover? Or was she just the vassal or the conduit that I used to complete my dreams? Either way, I almost blurted out. “Eve, I love you.”
But I caught myself in time and quickly jumped out of bed saying, “Eve, I lotta pee.”
Because somewhere deep inside my brain, yes the big one again. I managed to merge the two thoughts together into one fucked up sentence. And I mashed Eve, I love you and I gotta pee together and said. “Eve, I lotta pee.”
Now if I can just slip it past Eve’s over sensitive radar during my 15-minute nipples to knees sponge bath, I think I’ll be ok. And boy when it worked, I really dodged a bullet there. Because once you utter those three little words, there’s no do over in the world that can reverse it. As there are no take backs from “I love you” either.
So I quickly concluded that this mystery woman and dream lover of mine wasn’t from my near future, but perhaps from a more distant one. And since Eve just finished her second monthly cleansing and renewing cycle of her vaginal cavity, I picked up right where I left off. Except this time, I was up in Seattle Washington and Eve was my newest test subject.
And I made love to her anywhere from three to five times every day, in my mystery woman and dream lover’s favorite sexual position. Plus Eve and I kept these rigorous nuts slapping against taint missionary style fucking pace up for a week straight and still nada.
While at the very same time, I was occasionally thinking about fucking Eleanor this way too. Then I began to believe that Eleanor just might be my mystery woman and dream lover instead. But I needed to stick my dick inside her first, just to find out whether she was or she wasn’t.
And the longer that Eve and I were together, the more I wanted to fuck Eleanor. But I had to make sure first. So I needed to run some more crazy sexual experiments on Eve. Mainly because she was ready, willing and available to fuck and any given time of the day or night.
Then one night when the moon was full and we were on our way home from eating dinner. I asked, “Eve dear. Would you mind bending over the hood of my car in that parking lot over there, so I could fuck you?”
And after a long silent moment or two, Eve just replied. “If that’s what you want.”
Then after placing her hand right on my swollen member, I responded with. “It’s what I need you to do.”
As Eve started to lightly caress my hardness through my jeans I continued with. “I need you to get out and remove all your clothes. Then I’m going to park my car, but I need you to silently walk over to it and bend over the hood. And I need you to look directly into to the windshield while I’m fucking you. Because I’ll be pulling your hair just like I do when we’re making love doggie style.”
As soon as I finished speaking, Eve suddenly stopped rubbing my manhood and got out of my 1972 Chevelle Greenbrier Station wagon and started taking her clothes off. Since I didn’t tell her exactly what to do with her discarded clothing, Eve just neatly placed them on the roof of my car. And because I didn’t want to be mean and park right along the road, or under a street lamp. I just parked about 20 yards away from her in a dark and secluded spot.
And while Eve slowly walked towards the parked car and me, I removed my clothes to join her all dressed down in our birthday suits. Once she arrived, Eve silently bent over the hood with the motor still running as she was instructed to do. Now grabbing two fists full of her dark brown locks, I slid my cock deep inside her.
So while staring straight up at the dude on the moon. Now with the motor of my car running under Eve’s shaking body. They were doing all of the work for me. So I just stood there and silently said. “Take that you son of a bitch, I believe I found my mystery woman and dream lover without any assistance from you either.”
And in less then five minutes, my dick erupted in Eve’s pussy without having to move a single muscle other than my kegel-flexing internal nut pump, of course. After I released her entrapped hair, Eve quickly spun around and gave me a very deep wet kiss and a long loving embrace.
When Eve finally released her tongue and lip lock on me, she said. “Larry, that was absolutely wonderful. The heat from the motor on the outside combined with the heat of your cock on the inside. Gave me the best orgasm I’ve had so far. And I want, I mean. I need you to make love to me again right here. Except this time, I want to be able to hold you in my arms while we’re making love. So can we do it again, while I’m sitting on the hood instead of being bent over it?”
With me never being one to turn down sex when it’s offered I simply replied, “Eve dear. If you can get him hard again, you can do whatever you want with him. Just keep in mind though, he doesn’t like to be teased or toyed with. And if you start something, all three of us are in it to the very end.”
And before I even finished speaking, Eve was down on her knees trying to get my English, Irish and Italian bagpipe stem to fill with blood again. At the same time, the moon ducked for cover behind a large bank of clouds. As if the dude on the moon was playing a game of hide and seek with me.
While Eve was starting to suck new life into my recently expired little solider, I interpreted his rude and sudden departure a totally different way. Because I believe with the sudden loss of his moonbeams bouncing off Eve’s dark brown hair, he was silently answering me back by saying. “If you mess with me earthling, you’re going to get burned.”
And the dude on the moon meant it too. Because anytime Eve felt, saw, smelled or even thought that I had a boner. She either played with my dick until I had one, or put it in her mouth and down her throat or asked me to shove it into her always moist and very well-lubricated little fuck-hole.
But this time in the middle of an empty parking lot, Eve sucked my limp dick until he was once again standing tall and proud all by himself. And once she let my dick slip out past her lips, Eve jumped right up on the hood of my car and spread her legs wide open with anticipation and excitement.
And after sinking my shaft into her well-greased little gearbox, Eve wrapped her arms tightly around my neck and her legs loosely around my waist. She was holding on to me for dear life. As Eve’s body started to bob, bounce, shake and jump around like the suspended head of one of the early-style bobble head dogs or cows. You know, the ones that you would occasionally see on the rear shelf or window deck of a Lincoln Continental or a Cadillac.
And because I already built up some banging stamina from our last little sexual encounter, Eve and I remained locked together like that for almost seven minutes. Or until I took another swan dive off the mountaintop, just a few heartbeats after Eve did.
Plus it was because of Eve’s willingness to do anything just to please me. Or could it be her eagerness to do anything I asked her to do. That almost convinced me, that Eve was my mystery woman and dream lover.
MORNING WOOD
GAIL - CHAPTER 2
You see, there was this time when Eve was laying face down on her belly across the bench seat of my 1972 Chevelle Greenbrier station wagon completely naked for the second time. She had her hands clasped together on the small of her back with her knee’s bent and all ten of her toes pressing hard against the glass of the passenger side window. And I had my right hand full of one of her ass cheeks while I drove with my left in the standard 10 O-clock driver’s education position.
Then as long as I was going straight or palming the steering wheel to the left, Eve was free to move her head up and down as she pleased. But if I was turning right or when I arched my hips upward, the movement of my arms or hips would impale Eve’s tonsils on my pike even harder.
Plus to make matters worse, I would occasionally combine the two motions and really trap her head and throat balls deep on my enlarged pecker. And while I was driving, I was also able to add a little color to Eve’s lily-white ass too. Just like Chaz did to Fay’s and Emily loved me sending her off to work with my hand tattooed on her alabaster ass cheeks.
At first I would simply smack Eve’s ass cheek when she let my cock slip out of her mouth, while saying. “Bad Girl, you need to keep my cock in your mouth in order to give me a proper blowjob.”
But later, I would keep alternating cheeks until she got it back in her mouth again. Then shortly after Eve got the hang of it, which got boring fast, so I simply began saying. “Don’t Move.”
And when she did, I started smacking her ass for that too. All in all I believe that each of Eve’s bright red ass cheeks got about twenty slaps each that night. And just like Lilly did to me, after each set of slaps was quickly followed by a gentle and loving caress.
Speaking of Lilly, it instantly brought me back to the day her and Helen were trying to teach me to use my kegel muscles to stop pissing. And I instinctively started to rapidly flex them while my cock was now buried deep in Eve’s mouth and throat. But I briefly closed my eyes to remissness how wonderful Lilly’s gentle caress felt on my stinging red ass.
And around dozen or so heartbeats later, I suddenly opened my eyes again. That’s when I noticed I had drifted way off to the left, and across the center of the highway. As I slowly turned the wheel to the right slightly until I was back in the proper lane. And after I checked to see that no one was behind me. I hit the brakes hard and arched my hips up at the same time.
Now while Eve’s lips and nose were pressed completely flat against my pelvic bone, and my cock was as far down Eve’s throat as it could possibility get. I just held Eve’s head there motionless until my balls were shooting blanks and my preloaded cum chamber was completely empty.
And that risky little maneuver reminded me of the 1964 song, Last Kiss by Frank Wilson and the Cavaliers, except we didn’t have the cry’in tires, the bust’in glass or the painful screams, that I heard last. Plus I didn’t loose my brown-haired cock sucking baby that night either.
Then after lowering my hips and moving my left hand to the 9-O clock position on the wheel, I told Eve that she could move whenever she was able too. Then I saw a set of headlights in my rear-view mirror and I prayed to god that they weren’t cops. Especially that same State Trooper that almost busted us the first time, when Eve and I finished played Oral Highway. And I quickly took my foot off the brake and drove us both home.
When the other car turned off down a side road, I lied and thanked Eve. Telling her that she just gave me the best blowjob I ever had. And that she was more then welcomed to give me another one whenever she felt up to it. As I once again reminded Eve that she could move and get dressed anytime she desired.
But to my complete surprise, Eve just rolled over on to her side and pressed her nose in my belly button. And just like any other adult human male would do, I adjusted my rear-view mirror so I could admire my handy work on Eve’s bright red ass cheeks.
Eve stayed in that fetal position until we safely arrived in parking lot of her apartment complex, and my cock started stirring and throbbing against her ear. Then for the next ten minutes or so, Eve was kissing licking and blowing into my damp naval. While I was lightly stroking her hair and making tiny finger circles down Eve’s arm and up her fully exposed torso.
Even though we were safely parked almost right next to her doorstep, where any number of her neighbors could see her. Once my rigid cock poked against her earlobe, Eve rolled back over onto her belly and swallowed it all over again.
Then as I was about to cum again, I tried my best to simulate the fake steering, the arching of my hips and the jamming of the brakes. But the same adrenaline rush from the earlier incident just wasn’t the same for me.
Maybe it was, from Eve perspective or vantage-point it was. Except for maybe the sudden lurch to a halt. Because the end result was still the same, with me filling her mouth and throat with fresh cum. Until I stopped pumping and had nothing but empty balls left for her. And Eve kept gulping it all down, just as fast as she could.
Again, when we finished, Eve simply curled back up in my lap again as I slowly finger combed her matted hair. All because it was coated with her saliva, flem and the remnants of a double dose of my homemade man mustard.
And after five or ten minutes or so, of just lying there, Eve started to stir only because she had to pee. Then as she put her slacks and blouse on, I buttoned up my 501’s. Then we gingerly walked arm in arm to her apartment. And with Eve still carrying our doggie bag, I just wanted to fuck her like a wild dog.
But the reason I had that dream was. Eve didn’t do a thorough enough job of drying my balls after her nipples to knees sponge bath. Since Eve was having a bit of trouble sitting down on the toilet seat with her newly acquired set of bright red ass cheeks. And it was because my balls were still damp when we went to bed that I dreamt about how soaked they were after those two back to back naked oral highway blowjobs that Eve gave me.
At first, I arched my back and slowly rolled Eve away from me and onto her back. And after doing this to Emily, many years ago, I swore that I would never do it again. But while Eve was still half asleep, I mounted her missionary style. And I fucked the crap out of her until she was fully awake and cumin all around my pile-driving little pussy poker.
Then after busting my third nut in Eve that evening and we were wrapped up in each other’s arms. I felt totally satisfied, but somewhere in the back of my mind something was still gnawing at me. Like I was missing something very important and not knowing exactly what it was. I just laid there with Eve for a long 10 minutes. Holding her and staring up at the ceiling until she was ready to administer my after sex sponge bath again.
But the next night after work, and knowing full well that I was going to be accused of cheating on her, I spent about 15 minutes or so parked on the side of the road, lying on the hood of my trusty 1972 Chevelle Greenbrier station wagon.
And I was looking the dude on the moon right in the eye, while emptying my very heart and soul to him. As he’s supposed to be the keeper of all your hopes, dreams and desires, as well as the watcher of all your missed opportunities and future relationships.
And I also wanted him to give me a little inspiration and maybe some guidance too. Despite all the crap and false accusations that I had to deal, I was about to make this huge decision. And I came within a gnat’s ass of asking Eve to marry me.
But in the end, the dude on the moon didn’t give a tinker’s dam one way or the other. As he quickly ducked behind another bank of clouds, and remained completely silent. Just like he always hides like this whenever important decisions need to be made.
Though it was my very own natural born tendency to procrastinate that actually saved me from making literally the biggest mistake of my life. And it would have been even bigger then the 1980 eruption of Mount Saint Helen’s ever was.
None the less, after being accused of cheating on her once again Eve and I did our usual bi-weekly. That’s twice a week just in case you were wondering, dinner out on the town. Though I never asked and Eve didn’t offer, we passed on the oral highway during our ride home. But after reaching Eve’s place, we made love twice in a row.
And after my second nipples to knees sponge bath, Eve and I drifted off to sleep with me once again playing the part of her little spoon. Only tonight, she invaded my very restful slumber. It was my mystery woman and dream lover and she was calling out to me, saying. “I want you. I need you. Take me now, I’m waiting for you and I’m all yours.”
Then for a second night, I rolled Eve over onto her back as she slept. And drove my cock in and out of her, like there was no tomorrow. That is until we both climaxed and jumped off the side of the cliff together. Only this time, we were still locked together with my leaking cock buried inside her throbbing pussy. And Eve was still purring in the afterglow of our lovemaking long after we reached the bottom of our slow decent.
And I was quite sure that Eve felt just as satisfied as I was, or maybe just a little bit more. Because I also felt whole at peace and fulfilled, plus for some strange reason I knew it was because of her. Because that night, I dreamt of my mystery woman and dream lover and I finally had a chance to make love to her. Or so I thought.
Plus for one brief moment in time, my past, my present and even my future were all united. And all was well in the world. Then after what seemed like forever, maybe about ten or fifteen minutes or so. Eve whispered in my ear. “You can wake me up like that again, anytime you need too. And don’t be surprised if I wake you up in the middle of the night in the future, sucking your cock too.”
And that’s also when I came crashing back down to earth. And I started feeling bad for using Eve’s body the way that I did. I mean, for those two nights she was only a vassal, a host or a conduit for my dreams and desires. But she was also a means to an end too. And Eve was just a receptacle for my lust on those two truly amazing nights. Just like I used various parts of Emily’s sleeping body to fulfill all of my lustful desires.
Plus just like Emily before her. Poor Eve did nothing to deserve being treated like a mere banging buddy. My sleeping sex toy or my plaything, only because Eve chose to lay down beside me. Also on those two very special nights in my life, it also made me realize that I could play cards with the man on the moon.
And that we could play cards well together too, except he was like playing spades with a dummy hand as your partner. Because he rarely followed suit or he was constantly over trumping the tricks you counted. Plus he’ll never lead trump or cut a trick when you need or want him to.
Although in Emily’s case, what started out as me simply jerking off over her sleeping body and licking my fresh cum off various exposed body parts. And slowly over the days and weeks that followed. That soon escalated into me eating Emily out while she slept. Until I started fucking her and finally making Emily blow me.
But the whole thing started one night after we got home from shopping and she was extremely tired. And Emily still owed me a sexual encounter because I kept my cock out for her the entire night. So with oral sex being the easiest for her, Emily simply let me eat her out.
Then right in the middle of me dining on Emily’s all you can eat seafood buffet, she fell asleep on me. And I mean a deep snoring sleep too. So the next night when I woke up with a boner. I started jerking off on her and licking my spunk off her while Emily slept.
And after doing this for about a week or so, I started cumin on Emily’s pussy hair. Just so I could eat her out as it very slowly started dripping down Emily’s labia lips. The after another week or two of eating Emily out while she slept, I started fucking her. Then to add insult to injury, after a few more weeks passed. And on three separate occasions too. I forced Emily to give me a Lilly style blow-job while she was still sleeping.
Even with Eve giving me permission to fuck her like that anytime I needed to. But after these past few nights with Eve, I couldn’t do it anymore. And I should have stopped long ago with Emily too, instead of continuing to take advantage of her.
Because I was pretty sure that in just about all fifty states, it would still be considered rape. Even if the woman gave you prior permission to do so, taking advantage of a sleeping, comatose, or passed out woman is wrong by anyone’s standards. And they should have been mine from the get go.
So despite the many times I really wanted to fuck Eve while she slept. I always woke her up first before I rolled her over and stuck my dick inside her body. And whenever she asked, “Why didn’t I just fuck her like I did before?”
I simply lied, and said. “I wanted to fuck you doggie style, cowgirl or in a sideways sixty-nine position.”
Still no matter how groggy, sleepy-eyed or tired she was, Eve just assumed the position I requested. And she just fucked, sucked and licked me just as much or as hard as I fucked, sucked and licked her. But still deep down inside, I wanted to fuck Eve awake each and every morning that we slept together with my piss filled boner or morning wood.
VISIT, BOARD, SEARCH AND SEIZURE
GAIL - CHAPTER 3
Then every night since my first evening I tried to spend fifteen minutes lying on the hood of my 1972 Chevelle Greenbrier station wagon, staring up at the dude on the moon. As I looked up at him at least once per night, for anything, guidance, advice or just out of sheer boredom.
And it didn’t matter if he was full or new, a quarter or three-quarters, waxing or waning, just a half moon or the occasional blue moon. I tried to catch a glimpse of him when he first awakened or appeared in the evening sky. Or right before he retired in the early morning to make way for the new day and the sun to start shining down on us.
And the few nights that I couldn’t do either, I just looked up at him whenever I could. Because I wanted to know exactly what he and the future had in store for me. Then one evening, a couple of weeks later, while I was on watch again, the man on the moon gave me a brief glimpse into the very mission that he entrusted me with.
Because on that very night and for a split second I saw them, a pair of beautiful eyes staring back at me. As if they were reflecting off the surface of the moon itself, before they disappeared completely out of sight the instant I noticed them.
But also in that brief nano second, jiffy-click or in a single heartbeat of a lifetime, I saw them. Though I couldn’t tell what color they were, because they were partially obscured by glasses. She wore a pair of stop sign shaped glasses with a rose or pink colored tint on them. As if her eyes and glasses were simply saying. “Stop, don’t look for me yet. I’m not ready yet. I’m not ready for you yet”
But I did see them and my mystery woman and dream lover wore glasses. She wore fucking glasses. Now, was my mystery woman and dream lover from my distant past, as in Mrs. Robinson, Suzan or Nancy? Or was she someone from my more recent past, because both Emily and Kimberly wore glasses too.
Or perhaps, my mystery woman and dream lover was from my near future, because Eleanor only wore her glasses when she was reading. But still, random thoughts about fucking Eleanor or eating her out always seemed to invade my dreams as well. Even on the nights that I wasn’t thinking about my mystery woman and dream lover at all.
Dam that dude on the moon, he has raised more questions then he’s answered. But now my real life game of Clue was about to begin. Because I had two of the three cards that I needed to help me solve this real life mystery. Plus my mystery woman and dream lover and the very woman that I’ve been looking for had light brown hair, with beautiful apple-sized breasts and she wore glasses.
Now all I needed to do was to slowly start eliminating everyone who didn’t have between kiwi and orange-sized globes and didn’t wear glasses. And Eleanor had all three of the attributes that I was looking for, so she was at the very top of my list of potential partners or suspects.
But later on, I started thinking that my mystery woman and dream lover could simply be using Eleanor’s likeness as a wedge, to help drive me and Eve so far apart that our relationship was certainly doomed to fail. Much like I firmly believe, that Tori used me to get Mike and Sally back together and to dump her boyfriend Dwayne all at the same time.
But if I wasn’t so determined to find out if Eleanor was truly my mystery woman and dream lover. I might have tried harder to ask Eve to give me a blowjob in a restaurant, with little or no tablecloth for her to hide behind or under.
And if Eve was willing to do that and possibly humiliate or humble herself for me like that. We would have stayed together, no matter how many times she accused me of cheating on her. So Eve could have very easily become my second wife.
But my mystery woman and dream lover put a quick end to that idea and it was right before our four month anniversary too. By making me drive to Eleanor’s house instead of back to the shipyard, where I should have gone. Because once I finally cheated on Eve and fucked Eleanor, I also discovered that Eleanor wasn’t my mystery woman and dream lover either.
But by then, it was too late to reverse course and try to patch things up between Eve and I. Around the same time all this was going on, and about a month or so after we all moved aboard the berthing barge. We were all told part of what the ship’s short range and long range deployments were going to be. Along with our liberty port schedules too.
Keep in mind though, due to current world events, or past world events, sometimes ship’s schedules change. And that’s when I decided that since my mystery woman and dream lover was throwing rocks at me, I needed to toss a few stones back at her. And because I didn’t know exactly where or who she was yet, I was going to use the ship’s schedule to assist me.
Since both the long and short range deployments were going to bring the ship to basically the Four Corners of the United States. Well the lower 48 as some of the folks in Alaska call it, or the upper 48, as some in Hawaii dub it.
I came up with this hair brain idea. And I wanted to throw a stone both out of, and back in to the United States of America from the Four Corners that the ship was visiting during the next year. And my first set needed to cast between Seattle Washington and Vancouver British Columbia before the ship left port.
But with the ship’s commissioning ceremony set for the 7th of January, between Christmas and then was definitely out of the question. And that meant that I had to take a road trip sometime in early January to kick things off, so to speak.
Anyway, our short range deployments had us departing Seattle Washington around the middle of February 1984 and sailing over to Indian Island Washington the next day for our first ammunition on load. And once we successfully completed that evolution, our ship should hopefully be filled with bullets, missiles and torpedoes.
Then after that, we are supposed to head south to spend a few days at Fisherman’s Warf in beautiful downtown San Francisco California. And while at the wharf, the ship is scheduled to be the visit ship or the dog and pony show vessel.
This is where the ship is open to visitors and tourist for tours along with live demonstrations of some of the equipment. Then once we successfully get through that public relations nightmare and exhausting duty section tour guide schedule by the hair on our chinny chin chins. Though it is also a great place to meet and pick up local chicks, with us all spiffed up in our dress uniforms.
After that port visit, Matt is scheduled to shoot his Mk75 Oto Melara 76mm gun mount for the very first time, somewhere off the California coast. And if we successfully survive the structural test firing, without sinking to the bottom of the Pacific Ocean, the ship is suppose to continue sailing south until we arrived in San Diego California to take on fuel and additional supplies.
And this is also the place that Albert Hammond sang about for his 1972 smash hit single. It never rains in Southern California; where the ship is supposed to be moored or in port for four days. And this is also where I will be throwing my second set of stones, both into and out of Tijuana Mexico.
Plus we are also supposed to be picking up our hitch hiking Helicopter Detachment that is scheduled to change homeports to the Naval Air Station in Jacksonville Florida. And because they’re going to be our Helicopter Detachment whenever we deploy, why not give the poor guys a ride back east.
Heck, once we finish taking a couple detours, through the Panama Canal, then off to some top secret squirrel mission and American Special Interest Operation off the coasts of Honduras and Nicaragua. Then toss in a covert middle of the night or o-dark-thirty refueling operation in Puerto Cortes, Honduras. Where I believe that the United States Government will be forced to pay through the nose plus give away some arms for a few hostage legs.
And if where lucky, the ship might even get a few measly drops of DFM or Diesel Fuel Marine and JP5 or Jet Fuel, Since we were kind of, sort of, heading in that direction anyway. Plus it also makes perfect sense to have the air dales pay for all the fuel needed to complete our almost 1000 nautical mile journey from the west coast to the east coast.
And if I may coin a phrase from the 60’s and 70’s hippie movement and the free love generation. That I was still able to catch the tail end of (no pun intended) in the early 80’s. “Gas, ass, or grass, nobody rides for free.”
But because the air dales were all guys, ass was definitely not going to happen on this voyage. Also because the navy severely frowned upon smoking weed, both on and off duty, the grass portion was off the plate too. So gas was the only valid option left. And since the helicopter needed gas or jet fuel so it could fly, why not?
But I would still have preferred to participate in some good old fashioned Drug Interdiction Operations or Law Enforcement Operations (LEO) Ops once we completed our transit of the Panama Canal. But no, this one particular sailor, namely me, believes that our mighty warship was going to unknowingly play a part in the Iran Contra Affair (ICA) while we are corking around off the coasts of Honduras and Nicaragua.
Because nobody around here (the sailors and officers on my ship) would either confirm or deny it, so I couldn’t prove or disprove it either way. And for those of you not in the know, the ICA was where the US Government was funneling excess funds to the Nicaraguan contra rebels from the Illegal military weapons sales to Iran.
Plus some of Ronald Reagon’s senior government officials believed that the weapons sales were also being used to help free some American hostages held in Iran. All this back door and boiler room politics or secret squirrel government shit is enough to make your head explode.
Alex Trebek, could I please have Law Enforcement or Drug Interdiction Operations for 100? As I spear head my way towards final jeopardy. This is where the Helicopter goes off flying or hovering out over the horizon. And they use their radar to look for suspicious pleasure craft, yachts or other assorted small vessels out on the open ocean.
Then if any are discovered, the ship heads off in that direction to assist with our small boat and a landing party. But because the United States Navy has no real authority or jurisdiction out in international waters. A small Coast Guard detachment is usually embarked onboard the vessel.
Then much later in my navy career, this type of tactic was renamed to Visit, Board, Search and Seizure or VBSS. The Visit portion was when our small boat is along side the suspect vessel or like when you get pulled over by a police officer.
The Board part was when the team members actually boards the vessel in question and checks out all the paperwork. Kind of like when a Police Officer or a State Trooper asks to see your driver’s license, vehicle registration and insurance card. And if anything looks suspicious with the paperwork, the Search portion kicks in.
Also like then the Police or Trooper asks to look inside the glove box, trunk or your entire car, after pulling you over while they still have possession of your license, registration and insurance card.
And the final portion, called the Seizure. Takes place if any type of contraband is discovered during the Search portion. The Coast Guard detachment then takes custody of the contraband, the vessel and arrests the crew members of that vessel.
Next all the prisoners and illicit cargo is transferred back to the mother ship, namely us. For safe keeping until the ship returns to port, where everything is off-loaded and possibility used as evidence in a criminal trail.
Now with all the evidence gathered during the arrest, it needs to show a chain of custody to prevent the possibility of being tampered with. So onboard our ship, the Torpedo Magazine is usually the designated as the evidence holding area.
And anyone entering or leaving that magazine is supposed to sign in and out with a logbook, if they needed access to that space. So those poor Torpedomen, who would have to take daily temperatures in their magazine, would have to sign in and out every day just to do so.
ll daily magazine temperatures means, is that all of us Gunner’s Mates and Torpedomen had to open any space, compartment or room that stores ammunition. Just so we could log or record the high and low temperature in that space over the last 24-hour cycle.
And out of all those spaces, a report was given to the Ship’s Captain as to which magazine was the coldest and which magazine was the hottest. This way the Captain could decide if he wanted us to move some ammunition around the ship to a colder magazine. This would prevent the ammunition from cooking off or exploding due to being exposed high heat or humidity over a long period of time.
MAKING A DEAL WITH MATT
GAIL - CHAPTER 4
Then the last item on our short-range schedule was for us to pull into our new homeport of Charleston South Carolina on or around my ex wife Suzan’s birthday, in March. But on our ships long-range schedule, it has us operating in or around Guantanamo Bay Cuba. And that was pretty much for the entire month of April for Shakedown Training. Or to get any remaining bugs or kinks worked out and for the ship’s OPPE or Operational Propulsion Plant Exam.
This is used to see how well a ship’s crew can defend themselves and keep the ship afloat in a mock battle. And a special team of inspectors, mostly with an engineering or propulsion background. Come aboard and give the ship simulated causalities to our main engines, electrical plant and to test the ship’s war fighting and fire fighting capabilities.
Then they determine how well we repaired them while giving us fake battle damage to deal with on top of that too. Like a torpedo hit aft or missile hit forward or even an underwater mine hit amidships. So while the engineering department was taking care of the engineering stuff, the damage control parties and repair lockers were dealing with the fake fires and simulated water pouring into the ship.
The folks in the combat systems department weren’t left out of this simulated battle mix either. Because we had to try and defend the ship to the best of our sometimes very-limited capabilities to prevent any further damage.
So basically in a nutshell, the whole ship has to work together as a team to keep it floating and fighting back. Then finally, the ship gets a passing grade if the inspectors feel we did everything that we could to keep our vessel afloat, and in the fight as long as we possibly could.
But also while the ship is in Guantanamo Bay Cuba, I planned on tossing the first rock of my third set of stones towards the United States. And my target of opportunity is Florida in General or Key West Florida to be more specific.
Then after all the grueling work down in Guantanamo Bay, the ship gets a brief port visit in Port Everglades Florida around early May. This is where I plan on tossing the other half of my third set of rocks, or to simply complete my Cuba to Florida connection.
Plus Richard and the other Sonar Tec’s, along with the Torpedomen are scheduled to fire two Mk46 exercise torpedoes off the eastern coast Florida after our port visit. And that’s if the torpedoes don’t just decide to turn back around on us and thump the ship in the ass or hull somewhere below the waterline.
Because shooting torpedoes is kind of like shooting fish in a barrel. What goes around always seems to come back around right at you. And if we manage not to potentially sink ourselves with these tests or warning shots. Later in May, the ship is scheduled for another brief port visit in Freeport, Bahamas.
And in order to pad my stone throwing account, because I don’t know exactly when or if I will ever get down to Key West Florida. I already planned on tossing a few extra rocks around whenever I was down here and in the neighborhood anyway.
Plus if the whole crew isn’t in jail for tearing that island nation apart from coast to coast, the ship is also scheduled to return to Charleston sometime towards the end May. So we can get ready for Combat Systems Qualifications Tests and Trials (CSQTT).
This is where Rick and I hopefully get to shoot some Telemetry Missiles at drone aircraft that are being towed by real piloted airplanes. Plus Matt and the CIWS guys will all get to fire their weapons too.
Lastly, we’re scheduled to ring in the New Year right in the middle of a six-month stint up in Bath Maine for a Bath Ironworks shipyard overhaul visit. This is where I plan on throwing my fourth and final set of rocks across both borders of the United States of America and Canada.
Because just a few hours north of Bath Maine is Woodstock New Brunswick Canada, though it’s not the location of the famous 1969 Woodstock Concert. Or 3 days of peace and music that was held on Max Yasgur’s diary farm in New York’s Catskill’s.
It will still be a New Year in New Brunswick vice New York, and it will also be in Woodstock. Plus I can loosely make it believable, because I was around ten years old at the time of the concert. And I can easily say that I threw a few stones when I was in Woodstock. Plus I’ll just have to drink a pint of milk while I’m throwing them too, in honor of Max Yasgur’s dairy farm of course.
But the actual reason the ship is going back in the shipyard is to retrofit or upgrade our vessel above the original blueprints or design. Because we were the 37th vessel in the Oliver Hazard Perry Class, and some changes, modifications and upgrades needed to be done.
Plus the ship mission changes over time, and the ship has to change with it. So this is where the retrofit or overhaul comes in. As we get upgraded to the latest technology of the era to keep us in the game or the fight a bit longer than the original 25 year life expectancy of the ship.
And later on, this became an inside joke among some of us plank-owners or the original crewmembers. Because we began to say that even though the ship was built in Seattle Washington, it was rebuilt in Bath Maine.
Now that I’ve laid-out my throwing stones plan, plus since this chapter is finally finished. I can safely go out and wage war against the fearsome five-fingered fist of fate and hopefully on to victory this time. Or perhaps not, as it will be just another defeat. As I continue to have a loosing record against him, and no victories. Anyway, back to Gail’s story.
During the holidays, Thanksgiving through Christmas and the ship’s commissioning ceremony. Matt’s wife Linda flew out to spend some time with him. Also during some of that time, both Eleanor and I got to know them both quite well. Because Eleanor was my plus one and my pinnacle partner except of course, on the rare occasion when we played the boys against the girls.
And because both Matt and Linda liked Eleanor as well, I could have easily seen the four of us getting together quite often down in Charleston South Carolina, playing cards or just hanging out. That was until Eleanor and I parted ways in mid December.
Since I let Eleanor slip through my fingers so easily and on a technical foul too. Those future card-playing and get together plans were quickly laid to rest. Even still, shortly after Eleanor and I called it quits, the very next evening to be more precise. I was bored to death and sitting on the fantail of the ship during my duty day. When I came up with the idea of casting stone’s both into and out of the four corners of the United States.
Plus I was also out looking up at the moon while quickly running through all the women from my past. And not only did I include the ladies that I’ve shared a bed or my van with. But I also included the ladies that I wanted to sleep with too.
And spearheading right to the very top of that list was Suzan’s older sister Tabi, Miss Robinson my math teacher, Nancy my babysitter and Abigail who was one of Chaz and Fay’s tenants when I helped them remodel their three-story Victorian home.
Plus Tabi had all three of my Clue Cards covered too. Because she had shoulder length light brown hair and she wore glasses. Plus from the brief view that I had of her riding bareback, she had an amazing set of red delicious apples sitting on her chest. Or from my vantage point, they could have also just been sunburned from basking in the sun naked too long.
Miss Robinson had dark brown hair that I guessed was very long, because she always wore it up in a bun. But she could have used hair extensions to make it appear longer than it actually was. And even though she also wore glasses, Miss Robinson also had what appeared to be a set of perfect apple sized tits.
Even still, I managed to rub one out in her classroom. While I was standing at the chalkboard right behind her as she sat at her desk and appeared to be grading papers. And later on, after school I was actually in her classroom naked and busted four nuts before I got dressed and left.
Then there was Nancy, whom I spent most of my puberty jerking off to the smell of her perfume and the soft touch of her hand. And even though she also wore glasses, and had shoulder length light brown hair. It was Nancy’s cantaloupe sized melons that almost threw her out of the running; except that I continued jerking off to her memory until I met Suzan.
And it was because of Nancy that I stopped wearing underwear at the ripe old age of fourteen. Plus I also started sleeping naked and on top of the covers. All in the hopes that she would catch me sleeping with my cock in my hands, or actually jerking off. But it both Sheri and Eleanor who helped me relive many of those early fantasies I had involving Nancy.
Then, there was Fay. Who only wore glasses when she was reading and also had a very nice set of apple sized freckled breasts. The only thing was that Fay didn’t have brown hair. She had golden red, or strawberry blonde drapes that matched her thigh to thigh carpeted pubic region.
Lastly there was Abigail or Abby who was the very first real live naked lady that I had ever seen. As she stood in the doorway for a good two minutes, all naked like, soaking wet and dripping with soap.
And I just wanted to tackle her right then and there. So I could fuck Abby until she was just as wet on the inside s she was on the outside. And dripping my-cum instead. But it was because her baby Cassandra or Cassi was crying on her bed that Abby stood there frozen in time for me and why I couldn’t assault her.
Although Fay tried to help me relive my fantasy of what I wanted to do to Abby’s naked and dripping wet body. But because I couldn’t actually touch or fuck Fay, it kind of fell short. And it was Eleanor who actually brought that full blown fantasy to life for me twice. When she came running out of the shower screaming “Where’s my baby?”
It was kind of funny to me at the time. Though it was also quite sad at the same time and was the foul shot that ruined our relationship. Along with the potential future that Eleanor and I could have shared together. Because when Eleanor yelled, over and over again “Where’s my baby? Where’s my baby?”
Right before I shoved my cock in her mouth just to shut her up. Eleanor knew full well that she couldn’t have kids. As I kissed, licked and nibbled on her soapy twat in one of my favorite sexual positions, the sideways sixty-nine. While Eleanor in return, sucked on my dick like it was a baby’s bottle and that she wanted every last drop of the special protein fortified formula that it provided her with.
Dam it all to hell, now I have another boner to contend with. And I still get one every I think about reliving that fantasy with Eleanor for the rest of my life. But now that I’m typing with one hand, and playing with my hard on with the other. And this is going to be a challenge for a while, at least until I get a chance to slide out of here and devote my full and undivided attention to taking care of it.
None the less, for some of the women that I’ve shared a bed with Emily, Sheri, Gwen and Suzan were all the closest that I came to feeling content. But out of all of them, only Suzan and Emily wore glasses. Even still, none of them could hold a candle to the way that I felt when I dreamt about, jerked off to and finally ejaculated for my mystery lady and dream lover.
The one with the light brown hair, apple sized tits and either pink or rose colored glasses. And that very same night on the fantail, I must have gazed upon the moon for a good two hours or so. As I pondered my latest little dilemma here and what I could have done differently to not ruin mine, Eleanor’s and Eve’s life forever.
As if the moon could actually play a part in controlling one’s destiny, then I thought about how Tori could have masterminded everything that took place in Great Lakes and Wisconsin. Except for Tess and Kimberly, of course or did Tori secretly play a part in that too. By simply not working the night that Tess picked me up and took me home with her for that one magical weekend.
Just like some people believe in and make wishes upon the North Star, just like I did a little over a year ago on Kimberly’s five silver and jade body piercings. Do other people really think the moon holds all the unfulfilled hopes, dreams and desires for anyone willing to place them there for safekeeping?
And did my mystery woman and dream lover simply put meeting me or seeing me again up on the moon too, in hopes of running into me? And was the dude who sits on the moon secretly keeping an eye on me for her as well? Or was all of this, just a simple and stupid coincidence?
Man my brain, yes my big brain, feels just like it’s about to explode with all the heavy thinking I’ve been doing lately. Plus I also had to try and get some sleep, because I have to get up again in a few hours to stand watch on top of all this too.
But later that same night though, I got my answer. Because my dreams were filled with nothing but her, yes my lovely mystery woman and dream lover. And when I woke up for watch, my hand, chest and abdomen were all covered with sticky white cum. Although I only slept for a few hours, my body and mind felt like I got a full eight hours of sleep. Plus I also felt whole, complete, content and at peace too.
Then after a brief stop over in the water closet, to clean up followed closely by a healthy shit and shave. I got dressed and raced up to the Quarterdeck and my new best friend in the whole universe, the dude who sits on the moon. Though, I was mainly the one airing my thoughts and ideas with him. He would only occasionally wink back at me by ducking behind a cloud. Or he would only silently signal his agreement or approval with my idea or plan of attack.
But if my sources were correct, the dude on the moon also helps by keeping track of missed opportunities for relationships as well. And he can occasionally be called upon for a second or hopefully even a third chance meeting. And if my mystery woman and dream lover was truly from my past, then the moon was our link to the future.
All I knew for sure was, if the dude on the moon was holding this key. He was just sitting on it and wasn’t saying jack shit about it where it was or how to get and use it. And if phase one or step one of my little stone throwing idea was to ever take place. It had to be done right here in Seattle Washington and in Vancouver British Columbia or as it’s more commonly called Canada.
But I needed to do was to convince Richard and Rick to accompany me. So when I saw them right after muster, I gave them both the very best sales pitch that I ever had to give. And Walla, they were sold, and both wanted to go with me. All we had to do was just work out the logistics, because the three of us were in three different duty sections with a straight 4-section rotation.
Since Richard had duty the day before I did and Rick’s was today. It was only natural that tomorrow would be the perfect day to begin my quest. So down on the messdecks or in the dining hall we started making plans and a list of things to bring with us.
Plus right at the top of that list was a pocket full of stones to cast. Because I’m not sure exactly what came over me, but I wasn’t sure if we would be able to find any stones up in Canada to throw. So why not bring a few extra along, just in case.
Some of the other items on our list included. Potato chips, Soda or pop as Rick called it, Twinkie’s, peanuts and popcorn. As it was all basically junk food or just simple munchies food. Because my 1972 Chevelle Greenbrier station wagon afforded us the most room and luxury, we decided to take that instead of Richard’s Toyota Corolla.
The only stipulation was that we had to by this one particular strip club before we left Vancouver. So we could see if Miss Nude Seattle was dancing there again. Since neither Rick nor I had any problems with Richard’s little stipulation.
And mostly because Rick was basically stuck on the ship or berthing barge all day, it was Richards’s and my job to go out and forage or gather all the supplies that we needed for our little stone throwing adventure and strip club visit.
When Richard and I got back to the ship from our shopping excursion, Rick became the barer of bad news, when he said. “Larry, I mapped out our duty days through our expected departure from San Diego.”
As Richard handed me his makeshift calendar, he continued saying. “It appears that Rick has duty the day we pull in, then you have it the second day followed by me on the third. And I don’t think we’ll have enough time to get down to Tijuana before we pull out of San Diego on the fourth day. Now I could be wrong, but here’s the calendar so you can see for yourself.”
After quickly looking at Rick’s calendar for January and February, it clearly showed the number’s one through four on the days that we were expected to be in San Diego California. Now with that being said, it was with no changes or deviations from the posted ship’s schedule. And that’s if we stayed in straight four section duty. But as I stated before, sometimes ship’s schedules change without advanced warning, rhyme or reason.
And because this could be my one and only opportunity to throw stones both into and out of Mexico, I couldn’t take the chance of missing out. So I needed an out, a back up plan or basically a plan “B” just in case. And because Matt and I were both Gunners Mates, Spade and Pinnacle partners as well as friends. He was my first logical choice to ask, and he was also in the fourth section of our four section straight rotation too.
But in order to do so, I had to let him on my master rock-throwing plan. Which of course I had no problem doing, then after spilling the beans on everything from Eve to Eleanor. And finally my mystery woman and dream lover, except I deliberately left out the part about me jerking off to dreams of her almost every single night. Matt just started laughing his fucking ass off.
And when he finally stopped, Matt said. “Sure Larry, I’ll be your Plan B, for San Diego. But you owe me big time. And once we pull into Charleston South Carolina, I’m going to collect on that debt. No questions asked, deal?”
Since I was basically trapped in a corner, just like I made Emily feel like. I had no other choice but to shake Matt’s hand and simply reply. “Deal, with no questions asked.”
THE DUDE WHO SITS ON THE MOON
GAIL - CHAPTER 5
So now at least I had all of my bases covered for the first two legs of my campaign. And now I could sit back and work out the many details of the last two corners of the United States. The fourth and final leg was basically as straightforward as the first two were. As it too, involved a simple road trip from Bath Maine into New Brunswick Canada and back again.
But for the third leg of my journey, I will need a mighty sailing ship to transit the Gulf of Mexico. And the unpredictable waters of the Bermuda Triangle as well as the Atlantic Ocean and the Caribbean Sea. And I choose this one particular warship to be the vessel that would carry my precious stones and me safely down to Guantanamo Bay Cuba and back again.
But because dusk was rapidly approaching, I also had to get ready for my nightly encounter with the dude who sits on the moon. Then as dusk turned to night, I hit my rack and fell asleep. But shortly after I started dreaming, she appeared my mystery woman and dream lover. All because tomorrow I was about to cast my very first stone against her and I wanted no part of her evil sorcery or treacherous ways.
On this night of all nights, so I quickly gazed into her eyes the moment she appeared. Plus I continued to do so each and every time that she attempted to materialize in my thoughts and dreams for the rest of the night too. But because I kept driving my mystery woman and dream lover from my mind and replacing her vision with those of Eve and Eleanor, I had the worst night’s sleep of my entire life.
And if this was the way my life was going to be like without her at least in my mind, I wanted no part of it either. So that too was the only night that I didn’t allow her to invade my dreams while I slept. Also because of my fitful sleep, it took me well over two hours to loose my nightly bout with the fearsome five fingered fist of fate. And it seamed like I just drifted off to sleep when my alarm went off and welcomed in the new day.
Then after hitting the water closet to clean up, I was off to the messdecks to join up with Richard and Rick. So we could hammer out any last minute details of our trip. And that’s when Rick hit us both up with some more bad news. Since another one of his spaces was getting turned over to him today, he couldn’t leave until around noontime. And it was four hours later then our original planned departure time.
Oh well, chalk up another one for the best-laid plans of mice and men. It just meant that we couldn’t spend as much time in the strip club as we would have liked too. That is if were still able to get inside, in the first place. But on a bright note, the less we’re inside, the less money we’ll spend tipping the girls dancing there too.
And because we were basically on a four-hour layover, I decided to hit my rack again to catch up on some of the sleep that I lost last night. Even though my mystery woman didn’t attempt to join me this time, I still managed to get three and a-half hours of restful slumber in, before my alarm clock woke me a second time.
Then after another quick trip through the water closet, I was heading towards the messdecks to pick up the rest of my adventuring party. And when they showed up, we were off to the parking lot and then onward to Vancouver British Columbia to ravage, rape and pillage.
When we arrived on the United States side of the boarder, I pulled my 1972 Chevelle Greenbrier station wagon onto the shoulder. Then Climbed up onto the hood and laid there with my back resting against the windshield to cast my very first stone. And as I tossed it, and even though the man on the moon was no wear in sight, I silently said. “This is for my mystery woman and dream lover, so she can finally find me. Because I will no longer be looking for you, as it is now your turn to ask me to join you.”
When I finished my little speech, I jumped back inside and drove over the border into British Columbia. And after dropping my tailgate, I sat there and threw my second stone, as I silently said. “This is for my mystery woman and dream lover, so she can finally find me. Because I will no longer be looking for you, as it is now your turn to ask me to join you.”
Now with the first leg of my four-part mission complete, it was time for Richard, Rick and I to explore the sights, sounds and strip clubs of Vancouver British Columbia or Canada again. Plus it was now time for Richard to begin his Quest. By visiting the strip club where we saw Miss Nude Seattle dancing on her shoulders.
But after talking to one of the bouncers out front, we learned that she was just passing through and only danced that one evening. So, I guess you could say that we were lucky just to catch her act while she was in town. Then with five dancers both up and off the stage, plus three beers in my belly. I was more then ready to leave.
But that’s when dancer number six caught my eye almost as soon as she stepped foot onto the stage, and the DJ announced. “Ladies and gentlemen, I have the pleasure of introducing the Seductive Sabrina. Let’s give her a big round of applause.”
She had golden red hair, my preferred name for a strawberry blonde. That was braided into pigtails that ended along the base of her exquisitely shaped orange sized breasts. And each tit we capped off with half-dollar-sized dark pink areola.
And each nipple was enhanced with a double set of silver barbells that gleamed like tiny stars off the flashing disco style lighting. She had one set going from the northeast to the southwest and the second set went from the northwest to the southeast.
And as Sabrina stood motionless for a moment or two, right in front of me, while removing her last article of clothing, they formed a perfect little shiny X right through both of her pretty light pink nipples. But what really got me going and my juices flowing, was when she was completely naked, she appeared to be just starting her second trimester.
Since I was already down that road once with Suzan, there’s nothing more beautiful than a pregnant woman is when she’s totally naked. Especially as her breasts start swelling and fill with nature’s fresh mother’s milk. Then as both her breasts and belly continue to swell as each week slowly passes. She also goes from cute, pretty, lovely, amazing and motherly to beautiful, magnificent, and gorgeous to purely stunning.
Sabrina looked to be in her middle to late twenties and stood just a little taller than I did at around 5 foot 10 inches or so. But because of the tiny little human being that was growing inside her womb, I could only guess that she weighted around 150 pounds or so without it.
And if I had any of my reenlistment money left, I would have easily paid her a king’s ransom. Just to let me plant my flag in her not so virgin any more, Canadian territory. Or to just watch her full orange sized tits and still expanding belly bounce up and down, while she fucked me in the traditional cowgirl fashion.
But by the time Sabrina’s second song ended, I couldn’t take it anymore. So I left her an Alexander Hamilton, and retired to the restroom to go and relieve myself. And yes, this time I was talking about jerking off. Just like the countless number of other dudes did before me, or will continue to do after I’m gone as well.
While quietly sitting on the throne and spanking my monkey. I started wondering just how fresh right off the tit mother’s milk tasted. Because with Suzan bottle-feeding our daughter instead of breast feeding her. I was never granted the pleasures of being a breast-fed adult or grown man.
And since I never asked my mother if I was breast or bottle fed, I don’t know if I ever was. But since none of my younger brothers or sister was, I can only assume that I wasn’t either. I’ll just have to ask her, the next time I’m home on leave.
Although I did have the opportunity to sample some cow’s milk before it was sent off to the dairy. But never from a new or expectant mother’s breast. No that I mention it or as I’m typing it. There are also nurse maids who are women who have older kids but still produce milk. In order to help struggling women that have dry milk glands and still want to breast feed their children.
And just the thought of tasting Sabrina’s freshly brewed mommy’s milk, made my little red rocket blast off in less than three minutes. Maybe I could find a nurse maid who’s willing to breast feed a full grown and horny adult. I’ll have to check the papers when I get back to the US side of the border. Or maybe put in ad in one of them.
Plus, since my boner never totally went away, I continued rubbing another one out for a second lift off. This time though, I got to play whack my pole for almost five minutes before I flushed another batch of good old fashioned United States born and breed DNA down a Canadian toilet. After I finished pissing and cleaning up, I quickly returned to my seat. And a little more then twelve short minutes passed since I left. But I still busted two nuts, and Sabrina was gone and back stage somewhere.
And another exotic dancer number seven I believe, was up on stage doing that standard cookie cutter dance routine that the five girls did before Sabrina totally mesmerized me. And since number seven didn’t impress my little tally whacker or me either. I told Richard and Rick that I’ll be out in the car waiting for them. And that there was no need to hurry either, because I was just going to lie down and take a little nap.
I just left out the part about the almost eight straight minutes of jerking off in the bathroom that really wore my still partially tired ass out. But before I climbed inside my car, I sat back on the hood with my back resting up against the windshield and patiently waited for the moon to make his nightly appearance in the evening sky. Then once his single quarter finally peeked out, I silently bid him good night and drifted off to sleep right there on the hood of my 1972 Chevelle Greenbrier Station Wagon.
Maybe about ten minutes or so passed after I laid down when Richard came out to get me. And he told me that Sabrina wanted to meet me. And that she always spends a few minutes with the person who leaves her the largest tip of the night. Quickly guessing that it was my Alexander Hamilton that made me the lucky recipient of her precious time and that topped everyone else’s Abraham Lincoln’s or George Washington’s.
As Richard and I were walking back into the club, I started thinking about what my twenty-one or forty dollar tower of power would have gotten me. Because that was by far was the biggest and tallest tip Tori, Sally or Miss Nude Seattle had ever seen.
Then I started kicking myself in the ass. Because either one of those tower’s could have easily gotten me a one way ticket inside Sabrina’s three-month old swollen easy bake oven. And maybe even a couple of long stare down contests between my one-eyed trouser trout and Sabrina’s still budding little cervix.
Now I was never really shy or hesitant when walking up to and talking to a woman before. But there was something about Sabrina that put my nerves on edge and left a huge lump in my throat. And I’m not sure if it was because I jerked off to the memory of her orange-sized milk-laden breasts or in honor of her ever expanding belly, less than thirty minutes ago.
Or it could have simply been, the closer I got to her and Rick, the more I wanted to jerk off for her again and right in the middle of the club too. And I would have even busted a nut right between Sabrina’s legs and got down on fours to lick it up. While a fully clothed Sabrina and everyone else in the club, just sat back in awe and watched me. That is until a few of the bouncers tossed me, my bare ass and boner out into the street.
Then when I was on final approach, Rick was the one who broke the ice and put my mind at ease by saying. “And here he comes now and the reason the three of us are here today. His name is Larry, and Larry, this is Sabrina.”
Guessing that Rick didn’t realize that I came in the bathroom twice about thirty minutes ago. And after shaking Sabrina’s hand, Rick continued with. “He’s the one I was telling you about, with the stone throwing fetish.”
Then after a brief chuckle, I interjected. “Well, it’s not really a fetish. It’s more like a whim or a desire.”
Now it was Sabrina’s turn to laugh, before she simply replied. “Isn’t that how all fetishes start. When someone has a whim or a desire to do something, and someone else fulfills that fantasy for them.”
Now with the ice completely shattered, all four of us started laughing. And Richard, Rick, Sabrina and I all chatted at our table for a good ten minutes or so. Before Sabrina had to excuse herself, and leave for the evening.
But before she left, Sabrina signed one of the club’s napkins for each of us. And thanked me for the tip with a quick peck on the cheek. But once her soft lips touched my tender cheek, my extremely hard little trouser trout started throbbing a mile a minute. Just like he was trying to get back up river to spawn and my pink salmon wanted to try and re-fertilize Sabrina’s three-month old embryo.
Plus I’m also ;quite sure that my little pan fish would have preferred Sabrina’s lips planted around the base of his rigid shaft. At least he should have gotten a kiss on his one unblinking eye for cumin for Sabrina twice, so far.
Or I could have sent in my two most experienced Russian digits to go cave spelunking in Sabrina’s pit of desire. Just to see how far dilated she was in the beginning stage of her second trimester. Guessing that since Sabrina wasn’t that far along, I couldn’t even pinky finger-fuck her cervix yet.
But I really wanted to stick my dick deep into her down on all fours birth canal as I interlaced my fingers between the braids of her lovely hair. This way I had a good, firm and positive lock on her as I attempted to ride her bronco bucking bald beaver for a full eight seconds.
Although I was never really a big fan of clean-shaven pussy, as I prefer the flavor saving aspects that comes with long twat hairs. Along with the varied aroma that a thick bushy or a heavily carpeted snatch can offer, especially after diving in either face or tongue first. Bright and early in the morning after an all night long bearded clam fucking festival.
But then again, clean-shaven twats do have their advantages too. Because my tongue is always ready to go on a stray stubble scavenger hunt. And I would just start at her navel and slowly work my way down and around to her cute little Hershey Highway, then I would just continue making my way back up and over her perfectly sculpted butt cheeks. Before heading back down through her inner thighs for another lap around her labia lips.
And trust me, if there’s one stray hair hiding somewhere south of her tropic of Capricorn. My talented tongue would find it. Then corner it before making surrender and nibbling it off. Then I would present my newly acquired little trophy right between Sabrina’s orange-sized heaving milk filled breasts. Because I both acquired and honed this special technique between the legs and thighs of Iris and would secretly add a few extra pussy hairs to my bearded clam whisker collection.
Although I would still get the occasional don’t bite so hard, when I missed my mark a few times. But most of the time Iris just gave my cock and extra beat down for gently hurting her or sometimes for nibbling just a little too hard. And I must have added another twenty or so whiskers to my collection this way.
Anyway, we still had a little over a week left before our ship pulled out of Seattle Washington for the last time. Plus I also didn’t want to tip the apple cart over, no pun intended, just in case Eleanor and I temporarily got back together again. So I calmly surrendered my autographed napkin souvenir over to Rick for safe keeping, since he and I were the only single ones out of our little trio.
And even though I ended my relationship with Eleanor about a month ago, I still feel that I had a better chance of sticking either my dick or my tongue in Eleanor’s hairy hideaway. Then I did trying to get either of them inside Sabrina’s bald little beaver. But none the less, I was so fucking horny that I needed to stick my swollen cock in something or someone.
So right after I gave Rick my napkin, I headed straight for the bathroom again. Just so I could stick my dick into the jaws of danger once more. Meaning of course, the evil clutches of the Fearsome Five-Fingered Fist of Fate.
Speaking of evil clutches deep down inside, the only reason why I ended my almost nine month long relationship with Eleanor. Was because the dark side of the moon morally corrupted me, along with the bewitching and seductive powers that my mystery women and dream lover had over me. As her influence also quenched any hopes that I had of Eve and I were ever getting back together too.
And because evil Larry took advantage of both Eve and Eleanor, I had no other choice but to leave both girls behind and in the ship’s wake when we pulled out of Seattle Washington. Plus I also needed to cleanse my soul, if I ever wanted to step out of the shadows and back into the light again. So that night as I slept on the hood of my 1972 Chevelle Greenbrier Station Wagon up in Vancouver British Columbia.
It was also the last time that I looked up to the dude on the moon, for any answers, inspiration or advice on life, liberty or the pursuit of my continued happiness. And even though I sold my car soon after we got back to Seattle, I was having more frequent dreams involving my mystery woman or dream lover too.
Because the dude on the moon already ruined the lives of Eve, Eleanor and I, there was no way in hell that I was going to take another soul down to the black gates with me. That is, unless it was the very soul of my mystery woman and dream lover. And the day we finally got underway and headed towards the Ammunition Depot in Indian Island Washington then a few days later, south towards San Francisco California. I was actually looking forward to a bright new future with a blank slate.
Plus with the only pressing matter on my agenda was the second leg of my stone tossing adventure or road trip. But because Matt was kind enough to swap with me, both Richard and Rick both planned on joining me for this leg of my very important mission as well.
And once the ship was tied up in San Diego and all the aft mooring lines were birds nested, the lines frapped and rat guards were put on. The three of us all headed down to the messdecks and finalize our travel plans for the next day. And I’ll be doing it without and assistance or hindrances from the dude who sits on the moon either.
A HEARTFELT APOLOGY
GAIL - CHAPTER 6
Since Kerry Von Eric was quite often referred to as the modern day warrior in the wrestling industry. I decided that Matt, Rick, Richard and I would become the modern day three musketeers. With me playing the part of D’artagnan with Matt as Athos, Richard as Porthos and Rick being Aramas. And that we would be replacing Helen, Lilly and Iris who were often referred to as the three mouseketeers back in their high school days.
Because So far during both our port visits, and the transit between them. I purposely avoided looking up at the man on the moon, like he had the plague or something much worse. Except that first night in San Diego which was also the night before I was about to embark on the second leg of my five-part quest. I don’t know what came over me, but I instinctively looked up at him. Though I even tried to give the dude on the moon the stink eye, I just couldn’t do it.
Then I saw Rick on the pier talking to one of the civilian workers who was pumping DFM (Diesel Fuel Marine) and JP5 (Jet Fuel) onto the ship. And a few short minutes later, Rick wrote something on his hand and raced back up to the Quarterdeck.
If it wasn’t for Richard and Rick asking me to join them on their trip to Vancouver British Columbia, I would have never seen Miss Nude Seattle dance on her shoulders. Then on our second venture together, we would have never received autographed club napkins from a three-month plus pregnant exotic dancer named Sabrina. And who knows what mysteries or marvels we were about to uncover tomorrow down in Tijuana Mexico. Maybe Miss Nude California, who knows?
That night as I slept, my mind filled with her vision just as quickly as my cock filled with blood. And like all the other nights when my mystery woman and dream lover joined me. We licked and sucked each other in a sideways sixty-nine.
Before we switched over to the traditional missionary position and finished by fucking like rabbits. Except this time, instead of abandoning me after my cock exploded, she simply put her head down on my chest. Just like Helen used to do on the floor of Lance and Lilly’s apartment my mystery woman and dream lover spent the entire night with me that way.
And right before my alarm clock went off. I dreamt about her sucking on my cock, until I was wide awake. Much like Emily did almost every morning that we slept together. Then right after I started firing off my second salvo, my alarm went off as my internal nut pump was still spraying my hand, chest and abdomen with a fresh load of cum.
After I hit the water closet to clean up followed by a quick visit on the porcelain throne, I got dressed and strolled up to the messdecks to scrounge some grub. From what I understood, listening to some of the other crew members talking to each other during breakfast, Tijuana Mexico was just a short trolley ride south from San Diego and across the California boarder.
Since Rick got the telephone number of the on-base taxi service from the civilian worker last night. Then he brought it back up to the Quarterdeck to share with the entire crew. Just in case anyone else needed to call a taxi. He was already the big hero of our San Diego port visit, so far at least.
When I saw him at breakfast, I told Rick that I would be up on the quarterdeck admiring the sights and sounds of San Diego’s harbor. And whenever you and Richard were ready to go, don’t forget to grab me before they left the ship.
And by the time they both finally arrived and we all walked down to the head of the pier, our cab was waiting for us. You see the base Taxi’s were special cabs that the drivers actually took the time to have a background and security check done on them.
This way, they were allowed to drive on base, and not just drop you off outside the gates. And because the military bases in California were spread out all over the place, these cabs provided door to door or base to base services as well.
Since the closest trolley station was only about a five-dollar cab fair from the refueling pier located on the sub base. I gave Nick, our taxi driver a ten-dollar tip in exchange for one of his business cards. I wanted one, just in case we missed the last trolley out of Tijuana Mexico. Plus I also told Nick that there was a twenty-dollar tip in it for him, if we needed to get picked up at the border.
Because our trusty military ID cards would get us safely to the boarder or the border patrol at least. But we might need Nick to bring us home or back to the ship. Provided that Richard, Rick or I didn’t get rolled and get our wallets stolen. So right there in the backseat of Nicks cab, I took off one of my sneakers and a sock too.
Then I neatly folded Nick’s business card up inside eighty dollars and put in the arch of my foot. Next I put my sock and converse all star sneaker back on. At first the cash tickled the arch of my foot for a little while, but I soon got used to it being there. Because I figured that if we got rolled, maybe our perpetrators might take our shoes or sneakers. But they might at least let us keep our dignity along with our nasty, dirty and smelly socks.
Since neither of us knew how the trolley system really worked, we asked Nick for his advice. After Nick gave us the ins and outs along with the do’s and don’ts, I decided that I might need six rocks to carry out my mission. Two for the way down then two more for the return trip, plus an additional two, just in case something went horribly wrong during my first two attempts.
Over the years, we’ve have all heard stories and wild tales about Tijuana Mexico. And the live on stage sex shows that often occurred down there from the West Coast sailors that got transferred to the East Coast. Along with some of the trolley tales concerning smuggling women onboard to perform sexual favors on the drunken sailors going home, and back across the border.
And without the proper identification, they had to depart the trolley and were simply dropped off on the Mexican side of the border. Only to get picked up by one of the un-metered Tijuana yellow cabs, so they could do it all over again. But with Nick’s help, we at least knew how to stop the trolley if we wanted too.
Also since we didn’t want to get flagged as rabble rousers or trouble makers on the trolley or down in Mexico, for that matter. All because I needed to cast a few stones across the boarder to vanquish a demon that was known as my mystery woman and dream lover.
None the less, I still managed to lightly toss a stone in both directions from my open trolley car window, as I silently recited both times. “This is for my mystery woman and dream lover, so she can finally find me. Because I will no longer be looking for you, as it is now your turn to ask to join me.”
Fortunately for us, mostly me though. We were right between the signs that welcomed us to Mexico and the United States of America, as a US customs official walked on the trolley to check our paperwork and ID’s.
Then I dropped the remaining four stones on the Tijuana side of the boarder as I exited the trolley. Because I wasn’t sure if stones from then United States of America were subjected to Mexican taxes, tariffs, or fines just for smuggling them across the boarder. And with no pun intended, we were fucking in Tijuana Mexico, and literally a stones throw away from the United States border with California.
And we had our choice of at least two of the closest live sex shows to visit. But because all three of us were new visitors to this strange Land of Oz. We decided to play the part of tourists and follow the four Marines that were also with us in the trolley car. And little did we know at the time though, that these particular Marines were fucking nuts. And appeared to be fresh out of boot camp with no adult supervision either.
But none the less, we followed them anyway. And when the Marines walked into this one particular club, we grabbed a table and ordering some cerveza’s. That’s the Mexican word meaning beer in case you were wondering. Now don’t get me wrong, a few of the ladies from my past would often say. That my dick got hard anytime the wind blows.
And we all know that we can’t fight Mother Nature, can we? And a naked chick, whether she’s American, Canadian, or Mexican is one heartbeat away from getting fucked by someone, especially me. Even though my dick got hard watching them dance on stage, they couldn’t hold a candle to what watching Sabrina, Miss Nude Seattle or Tori did to my loins and heart rate.
Plus despite all the shenanigans going on, both up on stage and on the floor. Those three northern ladies all had a better show or act then the ladies down here did. However, I truly should admit that some of them had real talent. Take for instance this one lady. Who could shoot Ping-Pong balls out of her wazoo.
And with enough force to knock over an empty beer bottle that was about a foot or so away from her snatch. Talk about an angry beaver, she could put an eye out with that cannon cunt of hers. And she almost did when one of the four marines attempted to catch the ball in his open mouth. Plus, he was a lot closer than that beer bottle was too.
And when she missed her intended target and the dumb marine didn’t move either. The Ping-Pong ball hit him in the left eye, causing it to swell up instantly. At least the lady was nice enough to let the dude keep the ball that could have easily put his eye out of commission for the rest of his life. Just imagine what could happen if she used golf balls or pool balls instead Ping-Pong balls.
Then there was this other girl who would squat over a long neck beer bottle with pesos stacked on it. And if you told her ten, her cunt would quickly swallow up ten pesos right off the stack. Then this human money changer would spit them back out into your hand, one at a time. And if her snatch spit out the correct amount, you owed her that many pesos. But if she was wrong, you got to keep them.
Talk about a loose-loose situation, besides being up her cunt. You have no idea where else those pesos have been, or what else she has stashed up there. And to top it off, those stupid marines kept telling her fifteen, twenty and even twenty-five pesos. Which I guessed was right around a buck or two.
Plus, I also learned where the slang term of coin purse for a ladies pussy came from. Some dude sitting here and was watching her show just started calling her cunt a coin purse instead. Even still, I would have used a more conservative approach myself by telling her one or two. That way, I only had to cough up a few cents when I lost.
Knowing full well, that I wouldn’t be allowed to conduct a cavity search on her, as my fingers hunted for any lost, missing or extra or pesos. As I quickly started wondering, were her pussy lips and vaginal muscles calibrated to count out stack of pennies, nickels, dimes or quarters too? Dam it! I wish I brought a roll or two of each down to Mexico with me. Just so I could find out.
As many sailors often say, marines will be marines and case in point. Another young lady convinced this young marine to fuck her up on stage for five dollars US. And when he was finished, his drunken buddy wanted to outdo his fellow marine by eating her out afterwards.
Granted, after Fay made me lick my cum off her floor the first time. I’ve enjoyed doing it ever since. And even off sidewalks, parking lots and an assortment of cups and bowls too. Not the mention that I’ve also licked a few lips both north and south of a young ladies border before.
And more times than I can count, it was right after I deposited a fresh batch of Larry’s Luminescent Liquid Lubricating Love Lotion.
But it was still my very own nut nectar that I was licking up. Because if she was nice enough to swallow it or accept my load willingly, why shouldn’t I at least return the favor. By kissing whatever set of lips, pussy or otherwise that so graciously accepted my gift of goo.
But this stupid ass drunk marine licked and swallowed another man’s entrails or leavings. Or as I’ve also been known to call it in the past, ball butter, baby batter, fruit of my loins, boy butter, girl goo, man mustard, man mayo or man mayonnaise, man-go-juice, nut nectar, twat-er-sauce or man marmalade. Or in the tradition of my ancient Chinese secret, cream of sum yung guy.
And that’s like giving another guy a blowjob by proxy. He could have easily just taken the girl out of the equation completely, and just sucked his buddy’s dick in the first place. Now using that very same logic myself, I personally would like to apologize to everyone who over the years called me a cock-sucker.
Because after sitting down and writing this chapter, I’ve had to take a serious look at and reconsider my outright denial of sucking dicks. Although it was my very own cock that I sucked by proxy, I could still be loosely considered a cock-sucker by some if not most.
So for that, I would like to both officially and humbly apologize to anyone whom I out-right called a big fat liar, a dick-head, an asshole or a douche bag, after they called me a cock-sucker. I humbly apologize and regret my previous error in judgment and lack of common sense.
We spent a little over two hours down in Tijuana Mexico and sitting there watching that. I told Richard and Rick that I was ready to go back to the ship whenever they were. Guessing that they were both just as disgusted as I was, since neither of them offered an objection to my request.
Plus none of us even asked to stop by the other live sex show either, though it was on the way back to the trolley station. And I personally breathed a sigh of relief, because I feared that there would be more cock-sucking my proxy going on in that other establishment too.
After an uneventful trolley ride back to the United States, the three of us were in for a very rude awakening at the trolley stop closest to the sub base. Because United States payphones don’t take fucking Mexican money and none of us had the foresight to bring any American coins with us.
So we walked around aimlessly in the general direction of the base, until we managed to flag down a taxi. Since we quickly found out that he wasn’t a base cab, Rick asked if he could use his 2-way radio to call us one. Because we all saw no since in taking two different taxis’s just to return to the ship.
Then Rick asked Richard and me for all of our remaining pesos. Since after watching that live on stage debacle, there was no way in hell that I was going to step foot in Tijuana again, well maybe if Tori, Sabrina or Miss Nude Seattle were the feature dancers, I might.
So, I figured why not offer them to the taxi driver and that’s exactly what we did. After Rick collected a little over 700 pesos from us, he offered the taxi driver either five dollars or the 700 pesos just for helping us out. And I was totally blown away when the driver took the pesos instead of the dollars.
Then to top it off, the driver even stayed with us until our base cab arrived. And that was the only good thing about our San Diego, trolley and Tijuana Mexico experience.
But on the way back to the base, it finally dawned on me. I had no idea what 700 pesos converted over too in us dollars. And we could have just handed that taxi driver a small fortune in Mexican money. Oh well, nothing ventured is nothing gained. None the less, we were still in the United States and heading back towards the ship.
Shortly after that, the three of us were all passed out in the cab and the driver had to wake us up once we got to the gate so we could show our ID cards to the guard posted there. Then once the cab reached the head of the refueling pier, he woke us again so we could get out.
And boy, that pier looked like it doubled in length while we were away. And it was a long, cold two-tenths of a mile-walk from the head or top of the pier down to the ship. After checking my wallet, all I had was an Andrew Jackson and an Abraham Lincoln. So I gave the driver twenty bucks and told him to keep the change.
After all, he did have to play alarm clock for us twice too. And I stepped foot back onboard, phase two or half of my quest was over. But the memory of watching a marine eat a stripper out after a fellow marine just finished fucking her. Will most likely live somewhere in my memory banks forever.
Anyway, with some stones being tossed and some beer consumed. Plus a few heartfelt apologies being made, I was back on the ship.
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