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I didn't fall in love with you, I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we'd choose anyway. And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you. ~ Anon
***
You stick a bookmark into Armistead Maupin and look over at her.
"I sometimes wonder what it would have been like if life had been different."
"Yes, You could very well be right, my dear. With your specialty we surely might have been sent lots of different places. Your 'rating' I think it was called?"
"Yes," you agree, "it was my rating. I was a Communications Technician Interpretive. Top Secret clearance."
"They sent linguists a lot of places overseas. Right?"
She smiles, runs her fingers through her short curls, and begins reading her Sue Grafton mystery. Her fingers now continue crocheting.
Now, while you are sitting in the living room, listening to some concertos by Albinoni, you suddenly drift into another realm. Another world.
You scratch Victor Hugo's head as he lies snuggled up beside you. You gaze into the flames crackling in the fireplace as the odor of burning hickory drifts out into the warm room.
***
You are in the Navy right out of college. Home on leave after boot camp. You never had a serious girlfriend so you have never gone all the way. You did some making out in the lover's lane over on the gravel road that runs along the edge of the vineyard. That place where you cut grapes during harvest season.
That's where you're getting your first blow job now. She's supposed to be the local 'whore' and will do it with anyone.
You asked her out on a date. Now it's time to get home and you've stopped in the lover's lane. It's such a nice night out that you roll down the window. Something is moving over in the pasture. In the moonlight you see that it's a cow curious about your intentions. The night is warm and smells of grass. Frogs are croaking in a nearby pond. Luckily there are no mosquitoes. Then you feel her hand on your pants.
Without any talking she has slid over and is pulling your zipper down.
She giggles and shakes her curly hair. "He's pretty big but I can get him all in." She pulls out your hard on and her hot, wet mouth is sucking on it. It happens pretty quickly. The only other time you have shot your wad is while you were pulling your pud. This is very good you're thinking. But you can't hold it in and it just jets out.
When she at last lifts her head up, wiping her mouth, you try to pull her to you and kiss her but she jerks away.
So now you're driving on home, rather embarrassed all the way.
As you stop in front of her bungalow house you ask her out again explaining that you will be heading back to your first duty station in a few days. She just smiles and says, "You're sweet. But, really, hon. Not gonna happen again."
So you say, "Will you write a letter to me, Elspeth?"
She just laughs. "Writing isn't my style, Lorenzo."
***
You're taking a weekend of liberty. Your aunt lives up the coast in Cupertino. You arrived on Friday evening, late, and they put you into the guest room. Her husband was a Navy pilot. Now as a civilian he has some kind of defense department job in San Jose. You suppose you should call him uncle now. Although they have only been married a year or so.
It's early afternoon and you're in their backyard pool. Just floating around a bit, getting cooled off in the summer air. Brightly colored flowering oleander lines the privacy fence around the area. The usual pink and white with the odor of sweet treats. But deadly if eaten.
You hear a splash and turn about to see someone is swimming across the width of the pool. You go under and can see through the sparkling clear chlorinated pool water that it is a female. Wearing a bikini.
Hoping up the side of the pool, you sit, paddling your legs as you watch her swimming around the pool. At last she bursts out and is wiping her face with her hands. Standing up in the shallow part of the pool. You cannot help but notice her attractive, athletic body. She glides over to you and hops up beside you, pulling the swim cap off of her curly hair.
"Hey. What's up? I'm your new cousin, I suppose. My dad is the Commander. He loves his title. Even now."
"Cool," you say, "and I'm Lorenzo. I guess you know that. But I hadn't heard about you. What's your name?"
"Elspeth. I know, odd name. It's Scottish. I was born in Glasgow when the Commander was stationed there."
She winks. "Dad has already warned me to take care around you. Navy guys are awfully naughty, or so I've been told, over and over again."
All the while, as you're chatting, you notice her gazing down at your swim trunks. You were not hard at first but now you begin growing, knowing that she is watching. Especially when she places her hand upon your thigh. She smiles and flutters her fingertips against the goose bumpy flesh. Apparently she is aware that this is rather enjoyable for a young chap sitting next to a young lass.
"You realize they're out? Both of them had to leave for a while. I was told to keep you company." Again, she gives a smile which turns into a flirtatious grin.
"Come on." She stands up and pulls you with her. You're both heading over to the nearest chaise lounge. Her purse is lying beside it. She reaches into it and brings out a box of condoms. Wide grin. From both of you. You chuckle as she crawls up onto the lounge, presenting her round backside for your perusal.
"Nice," you say and slowly lower her bikini bottom down, then pull it off of each leg in turn. You lean down and kiss the crack, then lick your tongue from the reddening pussy lips up to the winking brownie.
"Jesus," she cries, "that is fucking awesome. Fuck, man, lick it good."
No use wasting good pussy. You chow down on that fruit salad, spreading her lips apart with your fingers, also delving inside and tweaking the shy clit trying to peek out.
You lean back, twist and turn getting your trunks off over your raging tumescence, then hastily rip the box of condoms open and tear one out of its wrapping. She is moaning now, wondering why it's taking so long, waggling her ass back and forth. The rubber slips down and covers your prick.
Now, with your knees upon the lounge behind her, you spread her kitten open and slip the head in. "Nice, little doll? That what you're wanting, hon?" Teasing is part of the fun. But you relent as she cries out, begging, and you slip it thoroughly and deeply into her juicing pussy. Seems full enough to you.
Now is the good part. Fucking a receptive feminine hole. The best. You're screwing and twisting with variety, feeling her trembling and shaking. Playing with that tasty, tender pussy. Gentle thrusts are fine and you know you can keep this up for a long time, You are quite good at edging now. You've learned how to do it while lying in a bunk in the barracks. Just with a sock covering your peter and slowly jerking.
This is perfect and so much better. Fucking the kind of sweet kitten that wants and needs lots of your cock. So you shake slightly but you keep up the slow, gentle rhythm. You are even close. But you can tell this lady is going to blow soon. You've been twisting and flicking her emergent clit all the while. And pausing on occasion to caress her dangling tits. She takes care to give them attention herself.
Suddenly she shudders as her body seems to feel a California quaking inside. She is coming for you and for herself. Crying out her need.
"Damn me, you son of a bitch. Oh, shit. I'm coming, sailor. Fuck yes." You give her several swift and deep jams of your hardness and then pause and her pussy is grasping your cock. Not ready to come yourself you ride it out.
It's time. You're humping faster and faster now. You feel that pressure building and the release ready to spew. Here it comes. Hump it, hump it, man. Oh, fuck, you say to yourself. And you come as your spine curls like a dog and your cock feeds her pussy.
There is room for both of you on the chaise lounge. So you settle down having pulled on your swimming gear. You will have to head back to base tomorrow afternoon. Time to simply relax now and see what's for dinner with your aunt and uncle and your new cousin.
***
You attempt to down shift as the stake truck slows down slightly going around a curve on the road down the slope. The old gears jam a bit and give out a cranky groan. Finally, you let it simply come to a halt on the roadway. Then you shift into first and begin slowly increasing the vehicle's speed until you can shift into a higher gear. These trucks are aging out. You know how temperamental they are. Something like a lover may often be.
Laughter and derision has arisen immediately behind you where the sailors riding in the rear can have some fun with the situation. They're not driving. Besides, they're in a hurry to get down and go off duty from the listening post at the top of the summit where they had been for the past few hours.
For some reason you always volunteer for this kind of special duty. Such as driving this deuce and a half truck. It was not part of your actual job. You, along with the other duty shift drivers, are all volunteers. You simply like the idea of learning new things that might be interesting to know how to do.
While stationed at another duty station you were one of the projectionists for the movies presented in a small hall near the barracks. The films were shone using reels sent out to be exhibited for free to the personnel in their off hours of a weekend. It was not necessarily a skill that you might use a lot but it was fun to know how to do it.
It was fun to do a lot of things. You liked being educated by those more learned than you. And you particularly enjoyed passing on the skills you had acquired in your interesting life so far. You would be doing that in just an hour or so, perhaps. When you're off duty and free to play.
You're just in your two man room, starting to undress, when a seaman knocks at your open door.
"You're supposed to report to the XO. The chief sounded funny, man."
The sailor catches you as you're starting to change into civvies. You quickly get back into your dungarees and give your shoes a quick buff. Then you stride over to headquarters and down the reverberating squeaky wooden planks of the passageway deck to the outer office of the Executive Officer. The overweight chief looks up as you approach and nods you towards the XO's door with a barely hidden smirk.
You enter the office holding your cover. No salute while indoors and uncovered but you come to attention in front of her desk. She gets up and goes to the office door.
"Chief, I need to give the petty officer some counseling. Don't disturb me unless it's the Captain."
She closes and locks the door as the chief's voice is heard, "Aye, Ma'am."
"I've had a bad day, sailor. Know what that means?" She's standing looking up at you now in her summer khaki uniform.
You whisper as you lean down towards her face. "Yes, I know, little slut." Your slap is hard enough to redden her face it but not loud enough to be heard outside. Then you grab her arm and push her up against the desk. She falls back as you lift and spread her legs inside her uniform skirt, forcing her knees wide. As always when you come to see her she's not wearing underwear.
Neither are you. You pop the shiny brass belt buckle on your bell bottom trousers allowing them to drop down. You lean forward jacking your cock into rampant readiness and let the cock head spread her pussy lips apart, rubbing up and down, lubricating your prick. Then you shove it into her cunny as you press your hand over her mouth, keeping her eager whimpering from escaping out the open screened windows. As always you notice the scent of frangipani and the bright colors of the bougainvillea.
As you slowly press your shaft into her you keep up the patter you know she needs. "Little cunt, aren't you, ma'am? A fucking little whore. You're so nasty, bitch. So fucking nasty. You want it like a whore, don't you?" And you fuck faster as you begin enjoying the feeling yourself, feeling your prick grow and fill all of her snatch. You're getting into the lust of afternoon passion and filthy, naughty screwing.
"I'm sorry, baby. I am. Please just use me, sailor. Oh, fuck. Use that pussy, baby. I'm a whore. I know it, baby."
Bursting her blouse open, you grasp each tit and squeeze as hard as you can. A squeal escapes her lips that you silence with your lips on hers. You're kissing a senior officer and fucking her like a sleazy slut. Now you pinch her nipples into ruby redness, then bite them in turn with your hand covering her mouth once more.
The thrusting inside her moist, sticky fuck hole continues with grunts from both of you. You pause, then lift her legs up onto your shoulders, needing to get deeper into that pussy. Needing to let her know she is a cum slut. That's what she wants. It's what you've learned is the only way to get her off.
Even with this intensity you know it's not going to be enough. Not for her. You keep slamming your hardness into her until you feel yourself getting too close. No, this won't do, Not today. You abruptly pull it out. When she starts to protest you slap her tits, one after the other. As your cock, still fully hard, wags freely now you flip you fingertips against her cunt lips and clit, hiding her piteous mewls of pain with your palm still covering her face.
Jerking her body around you force her head down and over the edge of the desk. Her jaw spreads eagerly open knowing what she is going to get now. Needing and wanted to be used like a cum slut. Your hardness pops into her mouth and you start face fucking her. You know that this is one way she can always get off. It works for you as well. You just take care that she doesn't rasp off the skin from your prick. She is fully capable ot doing that in her greed for more cock.
Her drool is coating your shaft and dripping over her cheeks, into her short curls, and down onto the wooden deck. The bulkheads have absorbed most of her sloppy wet moans. She has succeeded once more. She's brought out the savage from you the way she always needs it. And you grunt with your own lust now. Your own fulfillment and naked passion.
"Oh, shit. Yes. You fucking whore. God, yes. Here it comes." You always want to scream it out, but you maintain. Maintain your control. Then it squirts out and she gobbles with more moans of need, swallowing all of it down. Loving to be used as you shoot and slap each reddened tit, over and over. Her fingers have been ramming into her hairy cunt all of this time. All the time rubbing and slapping her own pussy and clit. Punishing herself like a bitch.
Rubbing your softening pecker over her face is the final act that she needs. That and one more slap of her soft yet strong jaw. Then you use some of her towels in the small personal head she has to clean yourself up. She uses it wash up and put on a fresh uniform. As she does so she is speaking quietly.
"So, Lorenzo, what did you think of McKenna's book? The one I told you about?"
"Oh, yes, Elspeth. The Sand Pebbles. I thought it was pretty accurate for most of the stuff in it. Very interesting, ma'am. Thank you."
With that she unlocks the office door, walks back to her desk, and you open it and leave. As you walk past the chief you nod. He smiles.
***
The pup gets up and nudges the book you're reading with his nose. He hops down onto the floor and stretches himself, working out the stiffness. You glance at the clock over the mantle. It's time.
"Honey, i'm going to let Victor out for his last." You rise up and take him out the patio door for a quick out and in. While outside you let him chase some sycamore leaves blown by the breeze. Someone else is burning wood in a fireplace that you can smell. Perhaps some maple. Winter is getting close.
Soon you're getting ready for bedtime.
As you both are in bed you snuggle and kiss. There will be no sex tonight. There hasn't been in years. Not since the accident. It is not important. It never has been. Not as important as so many other things in life.
Finally she says, "Nighty night, Lorenzo."
The pup has crawled up under the covers.
You smile. Once again, as you do every night, you remember the moment you fell in love with her. The first moment you saw her in the universe. "Nighty night, Elspeth."
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