I NEVER GAVE UP HOPE, WE JUST DRIFTED APART

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 HAM AND CHEESE SANDWICH

Prosciutto with provolone and mozzarella cheese on grilled and pressed panini bread.

Hot ham (or capicola) and Peppered Ham with pepper jack cheese on rye bread. You have got to try this one grilled too

Hot ham (or capicola) and provolone cheese on Texas Toast Tastes even better hot and right off the grill

Boiled Ham and yellow American cheese on white bread. Still a timeless classic even grilled

Boiled ham with white American and Swiss Cheese on sourdough bread. And a slightly different version of the grilled ham and cheese sandwich

Taylor ham (or pork roll) with Muenster Cheese on toasted whole wheat bread. It’s even better right of the grill, anytime day or night

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.

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 Ham and Cheese Sandwich or Ham and Cheese Club Sandwich. If so, then just ask us for the STOP/LOT finisher instead.

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

Whenever I get a chance to have a Ham and Cheese Sandwich I prefer to have a Ham and Cheese Club Sandwich instead. Then I always ask them to put Boiled Ham on the upper deck and Hot Ham (or capicola) on the lower deck with Mayo, Jalapenos and a PLOTS Finisher. 

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. 

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

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

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

Then we slice each pepper and under cold running water to remove the seeds and membrane. And after all the peppers have been rinsed and cleaned, we cook them over a low heat in four cups of water. While their cooking, we cut the stems and tips off five or six Jalapeño peppers, which is the third pepper in our homemade paste.

Next we slice and rinse the center portion of the Jalapeños and finely chop them for the additional item bar. Once we remove the meat from around the stem and toss it in the pot with the tips. Now we dice up about a half-cup of each red and yellow onion’s and green and red bell peppers.

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

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

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

Candee left me for a girl and I was still drunk when I ran into Hope's mom's car with my van.

By the time I sobered up and we called the Base Police, it was too late for me to get breakfast.

Suzan was the last little sister I danced with and married. This time it was Faith's turn to dance. 

It was Hope who ran into me this time at this little hole in the wall dive bar in Monks Corner.    

Hope jerked me off inside my van first, then the second time was in a Monk's Corner bar. 

With Hope inside my van, she showed me her naughty side. And it was pretty close to mine. 

 And I still heard Hope laughing when I walked past her parking spot and continued walking towards the exchange. I just hoped that Hope wasn’t planning on stealing my bright orange neon sign that was shaped like a Ford E100 Econoline van. While I was in the exchange or have a few of her friends come back and take it out for a joy ride.

Because after my shave and haircut, I was planning on getting naked again in my van and rubbing one out in Hope’s honor. But unlike last night, at least this time, I will remember exactly whom I was jerking off too. And how many times I did it, which for the record was twice.

After my haircut, I was glad to see my van still parked where I left it. And as soon as I climbed in, I started stripping down to my birthday suit once again. Plus I didn’t even bother to lock any of the doors, just in case Hope decided to make an early surprise visit. And catch me red handed with a fist full of my manhood, which she didn’t.

But I still jerked off twice to Hope’s 5 foot 9 inch and 150 pound frame. And her nipple length thick and curly blonde hair, along with her set of apple-sized tits and bright green eyes. Plus Hope’s ass stuck out in the back just as far as her tits did in the front, which reminded me of a 5 foot 9 inch tall human sized capitol letter S.

When I finished my second round with Hope’s Palm and her five Sisters. You see how I simply renamed the Fearsome Five Fingered Fist to reflect Hope? I just laid there on platform bed with my ever shrinking dick still in my hand. 

Plus I was still hoping for a visit from this one particular trick-or-treater named Hope. And I was hoping that she was willing to turn a future trick for a few licks of the salty treat that was currently splattered all over me.

Matter of fact though, I did hear two different sets of voices outside my van during the fifteen or twenty minutes while I was taking care of business. But no one peaked in to find out what was going on inside my bright orange neon sign shaped like a Ford E-100 Econoline van. And after another ten minutes passed, with Hope still a no show, I decided that it was time to do a quick clean up before I heading back into the exchange.

So while gathering up a can of right Guard spray, a bar of Coast soap, my toothbrush and a tube of Crest toothpaste along with some Johnson and Johnson baby wipes. I used three of the wipes to clean myself up with before tossing the rest of them into a bag with a wash cloth, a hand towel, a fresh t-shirt and a clean pair of 501’s. And once I was dressed, I stuffed a fifth donut into my mouth and walked back up to the exchange.

And in the handicapped stall, I locked the door, set my bag down and got undressed again. First using the entire pack of baby wipes, I cleaned myself from head to toe. Then I flushed the commode three times before dipping my hand with the bar of soap into the bowl of clean sparkling water. I was also glad that the exchange wasn’t using the blue Tidy Bowl man to clean their toilets with. Or I would have had to change tactics and used the sink before I locked the stall door.

After lathering up the wash cloth real good, I gave myself a thorough nipples to knees Eve style bird bath. Then I dipped the wash cloth into the bowl again, before wringing it out twice and started rinsing off. Just to remove any remaining soap suds from my body.

And lastly, using the hand towel, I dried myself off real good and got dressed. Plus just before leaving the stall, I flushed the toilet again and tossed all the used baby wipes in the trash. After that, I bagged up my remaining supplies. Then at the sink and under my t-shirt, I sprayed a few blasts of Right Guard into both pits before brushing my teeth.

Now that I was clean as a whistle both inside and out, I walked back towards my van. Along the way, I thought. “If I only left the radio playing while I was naked and jerking off. Maybe I would have had an actually surprise visitor.”

Then if the curiosity gene kicked in, and they decided to investigate where the mystery music was coming from. I just hoped that it was a sweet young lady or an older woman who was being neglected by her husband. Instead of a burly muscle headed weight lifter or a dude with an alternative lifestyle looking for a new dick to suck.

But anyway, back in my van. The first thing I did was put my stuff away before washing the toothpaste taste out of my mouth with a couple of long hits on the dregs of my second bottle of tonic water. Then I set my alarm for 12:45 giving myself fifteen minutes to wake up and wait for Hope to rejoin me. And I quickly fell fast asleep. But let me just tell you this and for the record too. Crest toothpaste and tonic water taste like crap or syrup of ipecac.

And although I don’t exactly remember what syrup of ipecac tasted like, I do remember that I made me almost instantly throw up. But I do remember exactly what my fingers and thumbs tasted like. Every time I pulled them out of either Helen’s or Sheri’s ass and stuck them in my mouth. 

And I tasted Helen’s poop-shoot way more then I did Sheri’s. All because she liked the way that “Mommy’s Little Helper” felt inside her during sex. And I had to insert it into Helen’s ass almost every day. And just for the record, besides fucking Helen, that was the highlight of my day.

But in Sheri’s case, it was less frequent. And only when we were both playing dress up as ladies while role-playing sex. Plus Sheri also enjoyed playing push-pop with it in my ass while she was blowing me. And when I returned the favor, I frequently called the bitter or tart taste on my thumbs or Sheri’s 6-inch dildo, syrup of Sheri’s Crap?

But today, I would voluntarily walk barefoot over a pile of broken glass or hot coals. Just to get a crack at Hope. Or to be a little more precise, just to get my dick into Hope’s crack. And to tangle my fingers deep into her thick, curly blond mane.

After my alarm went off, I got up, ate a sixth donut and washed it down with a few mouthfuls of milk. Then climbed up into the driver’s seat and waited for Hope’s return. Although she wasn’t in my hopes or dreams yet, Hope was currently on my wants and desires lists.

Then about twenty minutes after I woke up, Hope did arrive. But there weren’t any open parking spaces directly across from me, so she had to park a bit farther down the aisle.

While we just stood there and chatted for around fifteen minutes or so. Before the exact same spot that Hope was parked in earlier opened up. And before she tossed me my keys, Hope said. “Larry, you clean up nice.”

And I quickly replied. “My mother would always tell her friends that her boy’s cleaned up nice, so I guess she wasn’t wrong.”

While Hope was giggling, she slowly walked back to her car and moved it into her old spot. We had already agreed to wait five minutes after Hope parked, before we both started backing up again. And once that time elapsed, we made our move.

And just like magic, what happened almost four hours ago happened again. But this time when our bumpers kissed, Hope and I left our vehicles right there in the middle of the aisle and exchanged paperwork. 

Plus this time, Hope actually handed me her credentials as well and asked someone to call the base police for us. I only wished that mine and Hope’s uglies were bumping while we were kissing instead of just our vehicles and bumpers having all the fun.

While we waited for the base police to arrive, I slowly scanned through Hope’s Paperwork. But because she also handed me her dependents ID card, I discovered that Hope was the daughter of a Colonel in the Marine Corps. And I instantly knew that she was way out of my league too. After all, here I was a lowly E-5 in the navy and Hope’s dad was an O-6 in the Marines or what we sailors would call a full bird Captain because of the eagle insignia.

Well anyway, I also found out that Hope was also born in January but on the eighth and that made her a full year plus a couple of weeks older than I was. And man, what I would give to have an older woman tell me what to do again like Fay did. Or to have Hope, teach me a few tricks like Helen and Lilly both did. Oh well, if it’s not to be, it just won’t happen between me and Hope.

When the base police showed up, Hope and I handed the two officers each other’s paperwork. And they took each of us aside to talk to us privately and individually. I basically told the officer the truth about buying the donuts and milk, but the timeline I told him was purely fabricated and actually four hours later then it was originally. Plus I guessed that Hope gave her Officer the same false timeline, because no tickets were ever issued.

Then with a few photos of our vehicles and the officers filling out field interview cards, said that we were both free to go. Which was fine except after we re-parked our cars, Hope and I just hung around a while longer and chatted some more.

And that’s also when I let the cat out of the bag by saying. “Hope, I’m very glad that you didn’t stop by earlier than you did. Because you would have caught me doing something really naughty and I don’t want you to remember me that way.”

Giggling, Hope simply said. “Larry, I can be pretty bad too, when I want to be. Why don’t you just show me, so my mind doesn’t drag me through the gutter wondering what the heck you were doing?”

Laughing now, I very quickly replied. “Maybe if we run into each other again someday, I will tell you. That is, if that day ever rolls around again.”

Hope, not giggling anymore, just said. “Remember sailor man, you still owe me big time.”

Now with that said, we both walked over to our cars and got in. Only this time, I waited until Hope was gone before I started backing my van up. 

While I was backing out of my parking space, I thought. “I’m most likely never ever going to run into that girl again, meaning Hope of course, and what a shame.”

As I popped my 6th assorted donut into my mouth, I continued thinking. “These donuts just aren’t cutting it, I’m starving.”

And since it was well past 11 am, I sure as hell wasn’t going to get any sausage muffins with no egg either. But they did sell Mac Sandwiches or as their more commonly called Big Mac Burgers after 11 am. Plus with any luck, I might even be able to score some extra Mac Sauce on those burgers too.

So after leaving the Navy Exchange parking lot, I headed straight off base for the Burger Chain that sells Mac Burgers. And since I was already squeaky clean from head to toe, or as clean as baby whips and a toilet water bird bath can get. I decide to dine in, instead of just using the drive through and eating in my van again.

Plus because I had already eaten breakfast in here today, there was no way in hell that I was eating lunch in my van too. Not to mention the fact that I was still in the market for a new girlfriend. And the last time I checked, my van was currently fresh out of potential new Ex Girlfriends.

And as I pulled in, I started scanning the place out, just like Lance, Lilly and Helen taught me many years ago. There were only a dozen or so cars parked in the lot, and doing some simple math. After 12 in the afternoon, there had to be at least 6 employees working and a manager.

Then if none of them carpooled, that means that there are at least five customers in the joint. And most likely none of them would be young ladies looking to score a hot looking man. That is, unless today was finally going to start turning into a lucky day, or continue being an unlucky one. Because since Candee left, kissing bumpers was the only action that me and van have seen so far.

So without giving it a second thought, I stripped out of my jeans and t-shirt right there in front of my locker. Then I just grabbed my soap dish with a bar of coast soap inside and my flip flop or trusty pair of shower shoes. And very proudly walked into the head, water closet, bathroom, shower or whatever else you want to call it. But almost as soon as the water hit me and I began to lather up. I thought about Gwen and the very first time I took her out to dinner.

You see, Gwen was very proud of herself, that day when she got all of her paperwork back in order. Like her drivers license, car insurance and registration. So to celebrate, she bought herself a new dress, with a zipper in front of it and going from the collar all the way down to the hemline.

I only suggested that she get one and it wear for her old boyfriend, if they ever got back together again. Anyway, Gwen wanted to wear it and only it for me first. And almost as soon as we were seated and our hostess Diane took our drink order, leaving us with just the menus. I asked Gwen to unzip her dress for me as far as she dared to. But to my utter surprise, Gwen unzipped it all the way down and just sat like that during our entire meal.

And by the way our waiter Dale kept on ogling Gwen; I could have sworn that they were old friends. But they weren’t. Plus how many times I watched Dale walk completely out of his way, just to try and catch another glimpse of Gwen and her partially exposed body.

Then I thought to myself. “What if Gwen was also wearing three clothespins that evening too, would Dale have looked at her any differently, longer, harder? Or would he have tried to accidentally get Gwen to open up her dress just a little bit further by bumping into her. Just to get a peek at her added propeller blades or locate their anchor point?”

Because if I had only thought of it back then, I would have simply added a third clothespin with Gwen’s clitoris trapped within its jaws as an anchor point. Then after I wound up her propeller blades as far as I possibly could.

And I would have used some of Gwen’s puppet strings or rubber bands to hold those blades in place. By simply attaching them to that single anchor point centered right between Gwen’s legs. And hopefully the constant twisting and pressure would have just added a whole dimension to her constantly building excitement level while we sat there and ate.

Or what if I simply told Gwen to let Dale see just how far her propeller bladed nipples were wound up. To see exactly how tight her strings were pulling on both ends of the clothespin attached to that single anchor point. And with those two strings pulling outwards on each ear of that single anchor clothespin. The other end, the business end or the side with the jaws, would be pinching Gwen’s clit even harder between them.

Plus I'm pretty sure that Gwen would have easily shown Dale all of her lady bits. Along with anything that was attached to them, if I simply asked her too. But even without the clothespins attached and right after dinner, when we were in the restaurants parking lot. Gwen didn’t even wait for me to unlock my van before she was completely out of that dress and completely naked.

And she also had my jeans down around my ankles too, all because she wanted me to fuck her so bad. Not wanting to be the son of a bitch that I very easily could have been, by making Gwen wait until we got home before I fucked her. I just grabbed a hold of her other leg after she got one knee up inside my van and held her there. Then I simply started finger fucking her right there in the parking lot and in view of anyone who was in the parking lot at the time.

And during the five or six minutes that I was doing so, I managed to kick off my sneakers, jeans and t-shirt too. Then after tossing all of our discarded clothing inside my van, I soon followed them and physically started fucking the shit out of Gwen doggie style with both side doors still wide open.

Which in hind-sight, I was glad that I didn’t close the doors. Because I didn’t even finish fucking her, when Gwen quickly pushed me away and grabbed her zippered dress off the floor. Then while Gwen was putting it back on, she started running towards the restaurant again. And she just managed to zip it back up before she walked in the front door.

Now with all those times that my parents told us kids to go to the bathroom before we went anywhere in mind. They also could have easily helped Gwen out and would have come in handy for her today too. Although, I did get to cum inside Gwen before she got to go back inside the restaurant. Just watching her trying to get dressed while running, was well worth it.

But since Gwen passed on both opportunities to use the restroom or empty her bladder when she could have. The first time was when we arrived and I asked if she had to go. But when she passed, I asked her to unzip her dress as far as she dared to and to keep it unzipped until we got ready to leave.

Then I asked her again, when we finished eating, if she needed to use the powder room before we left. But Gwen simply said that she was fine. But she really needed to get fucked and the sooner the better. So Gwen passed on that opportunity too. And the entire time we were together, I never let her forget it either.

Because from that point on, whenever we were about to engage in sexual activities, I always asked Gwen if she needed to powder her nose, pop a squat or take a dump. Before I tied her up or stuck my dick inside her pussy or mouth. And each and every time I asked her, Gwen would simply giggle and say. “No Larry, I’m good!”

Plus during the entire time that we were together and the other times that Gwen wore that dress out to dinner or to see a movie, her little restaurant incident never happened again. But I did tell Gwen that if we ever found a restaurant with glass tabletops, she was not only going to be wearing that very same dress again. But with the added stipulation that she would also have the handle of one of her many hair brushes stuffed into her pussy while we ate too.

And without a place-mat to hide underneath, our waiter or waitress would be able to clearly see it sticking out of her twat every time they removed her plate from the table. But we never did manage to find one before I had to deploy. So that little wish or desire of mine still remains unfulfilled to this date.

As I watched my freshly expended cum slowly make its way towards the drain, I finished up my shower. And because I deliberately left my towel in my locker, I walked back out towards it dripping wet. Then standing there, I took my time drying off and getting dressed again.

And because I still didn’t see hind or hair of another living soul, I decided to head up towards the mess decks, chow hall or dining room to see what was for dinner. I just hoped, no pun intended, that it wasn’t sliders. Because I already had two Big Macs for lunch earlier and didn’t want to have two more of them for dinner as well.

Fortunately for me, it was chicken pot pie, egg noodles, simmered peas and cornbread, along with a fresh salad bar, assorted fruits and white sheet cake for desert. After grabbing something to drink, because jerking off knocks the wind out of you sometimes. 

The ship started to spring back to life again. Later I found out that they had just finished having a fire drill and were up in one of the hanger bays holding their post fire drill critique. And that’s why the ship looked like a ghost town when I got here.

But I still managed to sneak in a jerk off session and being naked on a ship full of guys for almost ten minutes without being disturbed. Now in my book, that’s what I would consider a lucky day, though sticking my dick in Joanne would have easily trumped it. Since I still had well over an hour until dinner, I decided to climb into my rack until than and catch a nooner or what some of us sailors referred to as an afternoon nap.

So I kicked off my Converse All Stars and still wearing my jeans and t-shirt, I set my alarm and went to bed. And as soon as my alarm went off, I hopped out of bed, threw my sneakers back on, took a leak and went up to the Mess Decks to grab some chow. As I slowly made my way to the front of the line, I thought about one of the few times that I stood here like this with Lance, Lilly and Helen. And we were surrounded by guys, while the girls were only wearing trench or raincoats with nothing on underneath them.

The first time was when the ship was having meatloaf, while the second and finale time was when the ship was having surf and turf or steak and lobster tails. And I got to finger fuck Helen both times with a room full of guys either sitting all around us or standing right next to the table talking. But that was a long time ago, on a different ship and in a different home port.

But I still wanted to do that again, right here with Hope. Who was the dependent daughter of a Colonel in the Marine Corps. And I wanted to do it this time, on this ship and on this Naval Base in Charleston South Carolina. The only problem was that I wasn’t currently seeing or dating Hope. In fact, I wasn’t seeing or dating anyone at the time. So with the fully erect boner was now in my pants, I vowed to try and change that tonight.

Now that I was at the front of the line, I asked the Food Service Attendant (FSA) or Mess Crank (Crank), at least that’s what we called the sailors who helped the cooks out on a daily basis. Which to be quite honest with you all reading this, wasn’t a bad gig at all if you were an E-4 or below. Except for the E-5 or E-6 that was usually assigned as the Mess Decks Master at Arms, who was actually in charge and responsible for all the FSA’s or Cranks. Though you still had to work on and keep up with your original department and divisional qualifications and training requirements too.

But all in all, while the ship was in port, you got to go home every night with no duty days. And while the ship was underway, you didn’t have to stand any watches either. The only down side was that your days started earlier then everyone else did and sometimes were longer too.

And I totally loved both times I had to do so, with my first 90 day stint being mostly underway. While during my second tour, as it was sometimes called, the ship was in port the entire 90 days that I was assigned to work on the mess decks.

Anyway when it was my turn to place my order, I asked Charlie, the FSA to simply fill my tray with as much buttered noodles and chicken pot pie that he could. Without getting yelled at by one of the cooks then just toss the simmered peas right on top of that. You see, not only were the cooks worried about running out of food before everyone got a chance to eat.

But they were also under pressure to keep the portion sizes small in order to keep the sailors waistlines small at the same time. Also at some commands, they were working with professional nutritionists in an effort to help make healthier meals and food choices for us to eat as well.

And to Charlie’s credit, he practically gave me a double portion of everything that I requested. In fact, it was so much food that I had to skip the salad and desert just to finish it all. This wasn’t my first or the last unhealthy meal choice that I made while I served in the navy. 

Plus since I was just killing time anyway, I took my time eating and cleaning my plate too. So after finishing dinner and with my dream about Hope, along with my before dinner boner still a distinct memory. I went down to the head or bathroom to take a dump. Or as Sheri liked to call the bathroom that she shared with Karen and Mike, her library, her study or her reading room.

Then around fifteen minutes later, I was walking down the pier towards my van. A short time after that, I was back on the road again, heading off base and for parts unknown. You see I was out looking for an adventure and a place to simply hang out for a while. And if it was for just a few hours, all night or with any luck to hopefully find my next ex girlfriend, then so be it. 

So I guess in a very sad or funny sort of way, my bad streak with broads, booze and bars still holds true whether I was drunk or stone cold sober. Well anyway, here’s a second beginning of the next chapter in my dating life, with Hope’s chapter being the first one.

After my balls were completely drained, we used our drink napkins to do a quick little clean-up. Then I buttoned myself back up before excusing myself and headed towards the men’s room for a more thorough cleanup.

And while standing in one of the stalls, I gave myself a quick bird bath after flushing the commode three times. Then I used a bunch of toilet tissue to dry off with in the commode, I flushed it once again. After headed over to the sink to wash my hands, I soon rejoined Hope at the table.

But to my complete surprise, Hope ordered us a second round of drinks and they were already sitting on the table waiting for me. So I asked. “How much do I owe you for the drinks?”

And Hope quickly replied. “The Drinks are on me, if you let me do that to you one more time? Looking confused for a brief moment or until Hope started to unbutton my jeans again. Then I softy said. “Miss you can do that to me anytime or anyplace you like. But please don’t do it in front of your father, because I don’t have a death wish.”

Giggling back at me, Hope jerked me off for the third time. And because she kept starting and stopping, I was shocked when I lasted for well over twenty minutes. Guessing that Hope was just as shocked as I was, she just said. “Larry, I think I just cured your erectile dysfunction. All you need to do is fuck me for a few minutes then take a break for just as long. And I bet you can easily last for a half hour or more.”

Not wanting to blow the wind out of Hope’s sails, especially when she still had my cock in her hand. And Hope wasn’t my first rodeo, I just said. “I never thought about trying that. And you might be on to something.”

Although I firmly believe that it would most likely be due to the four previously busted nuts that I’ve had in the last hour or so. Instead of randomly starting and stopping in the middle of making love. But that approach can’t hurt either. And the true judge of that would be during our first fuck of the day, and not the fifth busted nut of the evening.

Anyway, I simply said. “You know; if you’re right about this. We’ll have to start touring the country and let everyone in world know how to cure ED. And we can give live demonstrations in dive bars like this one in every city that we visit.”

With my fly still unbuttoned, I took Hope’s hand and lightly started kissing it. When I was finished, I softly said. “Just think; that was the hand that just cured thousands of men with an Erectile Dysfunction.”

Laughing at me, Hope pulled her hand free and said. “Go clean yourself up, so we can see if you’re cured or not.”

After I buttoned up and stood. I softly asked. “What about giving Little Ricky and the people here at the bar a live demonstration, while I’m standing right next to you?”

Slowly shaking her head from side to side, Hope quickly replied. “I don’t think that would be a very good idea. And when my father has to bail me out, I don’t think he’ll like it either. So hurry up, I don’t have all day to wait for you.”

Guessing that Hope was horny as hell for her part in all this, I surely didn’t want her to cool down any. So by the time I hit the men’s room this time. My fly was already unbuttoned and I grabbed some paper towels off the counter on my way to the stall. 

And without even latching the door, my jeans were pooled down around my ankles and I started my bird bath. Then about three minutes later I gave the toilet its final flush and pulled my jean back up. And I was on my way to the sink to wash my hands. Then I finally buttoned my 501’s before I actually stepped back out into the bar.

Once in the taproom, Hope was waiting for me just outside the men’s room, where she kissed me and said. “My turn, I’ll be right back.”

And since there weren’t that many ladies in the bar besides the waitresses, the ladies room didn’t have a line for Hope to wait in. Matter of fact, there was only one other lady in the bar that I could see. And because I didn’t do my usual Lance, Lilly and Helen surveillance of the place when we walked back in.

The two dozen or so guys that were sitting here could have easily seen what Hope was doing to me under the table, both times. But while Hope was in the ladies room, I was half tempted to join her there. And because this wasn’t the first bathroom or ladies room that I’ve been naked in. I seriously doubted that it would be my last one too.

You see, the first one was my own bathroom the day that Nancy started babysitting us and I busted my first nut. Then it was at Fay’s house when she caught me naked and jerking off. And it quickly snowballed from there. And she wanted me to start jerking off in the bathroom at school, while I was only wearing her undergarments or sleepwear. Then it was Helen and Lilly left me stranded naked in various ladies room at the mall. And I was jerking off while random strangers were sitting in the stalls right next to me.

But it was Emily who took that one step farther after I told her a story about this one night while I was jerking off over her cantaloupe-sized tits. When she started having me stand naked and jerk off for a few of her friends. 

And Emily would also had me lick my cum up off the ground and floor for them too. Plus because Emily liked the taste of it too, she made me keep it in my mouth until I kissed her. Or Emily would have me show her friends that I liked to have cum in my mouth, while we were out in public.

None the less, I decided against joining Hope in the ladies room. But she soon rejoined me and we both stepped back out into the night once again. And once we were both safely inside my van, with the door locked behind us. Hope and I started to get undressed again.

And when Hope was naked, she started playing with Little Ricky again before she climbed up in the middle of the platform bed. Where she spread her legs wide and waited for me to join her there. Then a short time later, I started playing with her naked body too. As I stuck two fingers deep into her womanhood and started to slowly probe her depths. And at the very same time, I locked one of her nipples between my lips and started to gently suck on it.

Then I moved over to the other nipple, to do the same. Before I put the entire weight of my body on Hope’s much smaller frame. And again to my surprise, Hope wiggled around underneath me for a few minutes. Until she had Little Ricky properly positioned just outside of her warm, wet and inviting womanhood. 

And once she lifted and wrapped her legs around the small of my back. Letting Little Ricky easily slide right inside Hope’s still very well lubricated fuzzy little pink snapper. But with Hope just holding me and Little Ricky there, we couldn’t do anything except enjoy the ride.

Then in an attempt to tip the scales in my favor, just a little bit. And before Hope decided to wrap her arms around my neck too, I pinned both her arms above her head with one hand. 

Then reaching around my back with my other hand, I grabbed one of Hope’s ankles and unlocked her legs. And after wiggling my ass slightly from side to side, making sure that my cock was buried deep inside her. I gave Hope five slow and steady thrusts in and out. 

And I started using Helen’s Mississippi counting system for her kegel squeezes. Only I adapted them for the brief waiting period before I started fucking Hope again by counting. One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi. And right before I could continue saying four, Hope started laughing her freaking ass off right below me.

Which to be quite honest with all of you reading this, it was just a little bit distracting. So not thinking, I asked. “What’s so funny?”

When Hope finally stopped laughing, she simply said. “I didn’t know that we were going back to grade school when we lost our virginity and were counting using Mississippi’s again.”

But now that I saw Hope’s point, with a guy whose suppose to making love to you starts counting using the one Mississippi method. That could be very distracting too. So I quickly asked. “Would you prefer that I count to myself?”

Laughing at me again, Hope simply said. “If that’s what you need to do to last longer, who am I to stop you? Just as long as you can ignore my sudden outbursts of laughter too, I think I can live with that.”

And with that said, I continued saying. “Since this is our first time of the many sexual encounters that I hope will soon follow. We’ll jut have to play this one by ear. Now where was I?

Still laughing, Hope softly said. “I think it was one Mississippi.”

Giggling back at her, I simply said. “I believe that I was well past that. But no matter, sometimes you have to start back a square one when you’re with a beautiful young lady.”

Still giggling, Hope replied. “Even when you were with me and my sister earlier. You always knew exactly what to say. Larry, do you have a sixth sense or something?”

And with as straight a face as one could get in the middle of making love, I softly said. “Nope, I just think about what I want to hear at the same moment and tell my partner what I want to hear. And hopefully, it’s what they want to hear at the moment too. Plus, I’ve never been slapped for saying what’s on my mind either.”

Even though my platform bed was almost completely surrounded by wood paneling, I gently knocked on my own head while I softly saying, “Knock on wood.” 

Then I started counting all over again while saying, “One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi, four Mississippi , five Mississippi, six Mississippi, seven Mississippi eight Mississippi, nine Mississippi, ten Mississippi.”

Then I started fucking Hope all over again, to that very same rhythm of my Mississippi count. Except that they were silent ones as I slowly thrust Little Ricky in on the odd numbers and slowly pulled him out again on the even numbers.

And by our fourth complete cycle, Hope was doing all the counting for us. And she was doing it for both the resting and the love making cycles too. Then somewhere between our fifty third and our fifty fourth complete cycle, Little Ricky finally had enough and spilled his guts deep inside Hope. But I continued to thrust and rest until the Dragon slid out of Hopes dripping wet pussy altogether. 

Then almost as soon as I released Hope’s arms, she had them locked tight around my neck, while her legs were wrapped just as tightly around my waist again. And we just laid there kissing for almost another ten or fifteen minutes before Hope broke her lip lock and softly said. “Larry that was absolutely the best fuck that I ever had. And to be quite honest with you, I never thought that making love to a sailor would be so wonderful. Plus it reminded me of all the stories my dad used to tell us about when he went to Officer Candidates School (OCS) where everything was drilled into your head over and over again. Except that you were drilling Little Ricky into my pussy over and over again.”

Now with a comparison like that, who was I to argue with her. So I just held Hope a little tighter against my body and said. “Baby, it was all you. And I was just there to make sure that you enjoyed yourself from start to finish.”

Giggling again, Hope softly said. “If it wasn’t so late, I would ask you to fuck me like that again. And I might even let you do it in my driveway too. But my dad likes to jog around the neighborhood at night before he goes to bed, so I really don’t think it would be a very good idea. And can a girl just get a rain check instead?”

Giggling back at her, before I softly whispered in her ear. “Miss, I’ll fuck you like that anytime you’re naked and anyplace you take you clothes off. Plus it doesn’t matter to me if it’s in your driveway or your dad’s office. If you’re willing to take you clothes off, I’m perfectly willing to get my ass kicked by your father because of it.”

Still giggling, Hope quickly replied. “I can think of a thousand places that we can make love without getting your ass kicked for it. But right now, I think I’d better be getting home.”

So with that said Hope and I got up and started getting dressed. And when the first part of that was completed, it took us a bit longer to get dressed. Because I held her tight against me and kissed Hope in between each article of clothing that she put back on. And once Hope was completely dressed, I finally put my clothes back on too.

Then we both climbed back into the front of my van and headed back towards the base. Then about forty-five minutes or so later, we were both showing our ID cards to the gate sentry. And after about another ten minutes, I pulled up in front of Hope’s parent’s base housing in the Officer Quarters area of the base.

Then being the nice little Italian boy from a good family that I am, I got out first and opened the door for her. And after a very brief hug and kiss, Hope started to slowly walk up to the front door, before disappearing inside. As I waited right there curbside until Hope was safely inside her house before getting back into my van and leaving.

And since both of us decided to meet again tomorrow, and in the exchange parking lot too. I went straight down to the piers and back to my ship, to get some rest myself. Because who in the hell knows what tomorrow and Hope have in store for me. Especially when she was just as naughty as I was.