The USS Halsey had just pulled into port at San Diego. She was excited. The whole family was excited. Chaz had been out to sea for nine months and she wanted to make a good impression on him. But she didn’t follow his advice. He told her NOT to wear a skirt.
She wanted to make him feel good, so she wore a cute little striped short-sleeved mini dress with a low cut v-neck showing off her cleavage, some little strappy heels, and a pair of red bikini panties with a black push up bra.
She didn’t know that the sailors would be gathered under each staircase (more like ladders on a ship) waiting to see what they could see under the skirts or down the tops of the hundreds of young wives and girlfriends who had come to welcome their boys home. But she didn’t mind them checking her out. In fact she flaunted it to them with a smile on her face. She was very patriotic after all.
Her husband was livid. “It doesn’t matter,” she told him. “I’m here for you.” Back at their motel room, alone at last, they began their long expected reunion.
She had faithfully written to him everyday. He had sent back dozens of pictures of her in every position. All the drawings looked exactly like her. He was a brilliant artist. He had made some extra money on the ship by drawing pictures of nearly everyone’s significant other doing whatever they fantasized about during their long voyage. She sent him some of her pubic hair. He ate it.
They had been making love for at least two hours and still, his erection just wouldn’t come down. He actually couldn’t come. All their passionate fucking produced was a sore puss and a sore cock. Too much pressure. Too much anticipation.
Later back at the homestead, the men were at the BBQ pit making pork and fresh chicharones. The beans, rice, and salsa were ready. The whole family was there to welcome Chaz home, but he kept her pinned down in the back bedroom under his outstanding erection.
Their moans and groans, the pounding of the headboard and the squeaking of the mattress springs did not deter him from his mission. He fucked her for hours. Their passions so loud that the whole family embarrassed moved the party next door to his grandparents’ house.
The meat was cold and most of the guests had gone home by the time the lovers emerged from the bedroom. He was finally fucked out and she had had the first orgasm of her life. Fresh chicharones – so yummy. They ate the cold food at the kitchen table with their fingers slopping and slurping at the beans, pork, rice, salsa, and fresh tortillas…. Satisfied.
(First published 8/1/11)
