Trust
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The outsides of our thighs were next to each other’s. Through my thin dress, the heat of his firm thigh in his stiff cotton whites was worth a couple of cocktails at least. And it seemed that, after all, there might be something I could contribute to naval morale.
“This girl that I was seeing, it wasn’t all that serious, you know, but whenever I tried to, you know, to give her… pleasure, you know what I mean, Mrs. Harper?” I nodded to encourage him. He smiled and looked encouraged, “Whenever I would try to… do something… for her, I mean,” his eyebrows raised, imploring.
I gave him a little smile and sat a little closer as I said softly, “Go on, Sam,” his watery eyes searched mine and I felt a deep yearning. I distinctly felt movement in the cotton of his pants, too.
“I couldn’t ever satisfy her in those ways.”
“Sam, she could just have been anxious to get to the other ways that you could satisfy her.”
“Yeah,” he smiled, remembering, “She was pretty happy with that, alright.”
My chest felt hot and my breath caught. “I bet she was, Sam,” I thought it best not to imagine just how happy she may have been with ’that.’ My imagination was ahead of me, though, and was imagining it anyway.
“But when I wanted to do the things that were really for her,” he looked up at me, “She used to say that I needed a map.” I could see he was quite forlorn remembering the girl teasing him. “Once she said, ’I wonder if there’s a satnav you could get,’ I was really hurt, Mrs. Harper.”
“Well, I don’t know why she didn’t just take you on a tour.” When he smiled, I went on, “She could surely have given you a navigational commentary. She ought to know the territory, after all. Although it’s still surprising how many girls don’t.”
Sam seemed to be studying his shoes. When his feet started to fidget, he still didn’t look up, but he said, “I… I haven’t tried it since.”
“Don’t you want to try again?”
He looked up at me, “Oh, I do, Mrs. Harper. I really do. Only, I’m afraid of getting laughed at again.”
“Sam, if you tell that to some beautiful girl, if you tell her all of what you’ve just told me, she’s pretty certainly going to want to help you out.”
“Well, I’ve only told you, Mrs. Harper.”
“And you wouldn’t want an older woman like me to be your guide, I know.”
“Oh, I would.” his eyes were intent and sincere. “I’d love to be guided by a woman as beautiful as you. I’d like it to be a woman as much like you as humanly possible, Mrs. Harper.” His eyes were big and watery, “I know that you wouldn’t be interested in some kid sailor like me, but someone just like you would be my fantasy.”
Sam had brightened up. He didn’t mean to drop his hand inside my thigh, I’m sure. I expect he meant to just pat my knee. But when he went to pull his hand back, I pressed my thighs gently together to hold his fingers between my legs.
“Sam, maybe you could make a reconnaissance right now.” The thick, white, square linen napkin in front of me gave me an idea. I pulled the center of it up, so that a ridge sloped one way, with a fold going the other way. I said,
“You could send a boat party,”
His hand slipped along my thigh and he said into my ear, “With a five-man crew?” I looked in his eyes. There weren’t too many people in the bar. I gave him a single nod. And nobody would be paying us any attention, I told myself. And, anyway, we really should do all we can for our servicemen, I told myself, as his hand slid up under my dress.
I bit my lip. Directing his eyes to the napkin I said, “You’ll reach an island,” his hand was at the top of my thigh. I slid down in the seat a little to part my legs more. Sam’s fingers were against my mound.
Touching the peak in the napkin I said, “On the island is a mountain,” his fingers were stroking between my legs. I pressed my lips together, and my tongue slipped along them. “Down the mountain, to the south, Sam, is a ravine.” I had to hold my breath to keep from gasping aloud in the bar as Sam’s fingers pressed against my damp panties slid further down. And found my ravine. I took two slow breaths, and they fluttered in my chest.
I said, “Approach under cover of darkness.” Sam’s eyes twinkled and narrowed as he slipped his fingers inside my panties. My hot, wet folds sang and thrummed at the touch of his flesh on mine. I had to cling to his huge bicep and lean my head against his short white cotton sleeve.
I said, “Take a party either side of the mountain.” I couldn’t concentrate on the napkin anymore. But Sam was getting familiar with the territory. “Now if you come up the ravine.” I bit his arm. He didn’t seem to mind. “Then by the top you’ll reach… a… promontory.” I dug my fingers into the big, hard muscle of his arm. “Advance slowly on the promontory. Don’t show too much… force… go up either side… up both flanks… and all around the cover…” I didn’t want a Harry Met Sally moment in this nice hotel bar, but I couldn’t bear for Sam to stop his good work under the table.
His fingers were down the ravine now and exploring the lagoon. My juices were bathing his hot fingers, and a warm pool was forming. I needed to wrap my legs tight around him. The wet lips of my pussy wanted to rub and press up and down, all over his hard body, find his mast. Paint the mast. Take him down below decks.
“Sam. There, Sam. Just press there for a moment.” I bit my lip hard and leaned my forehead on Sam’s bulging shoulder as his strong finger pressed at the base of my buzzing clit. It took me several long moments to recover my composure and, until then, I just hung on and kept as still as I could.
“Okay, Sam. I think you’ve picked up the basics there pretty well. Next come diving exercises. But I don’t think we should attempt those here.” My body was so electrified by now that just the thought set me trembling. My hands were on Sam’s head, my fingers submerged in his blond waves. My hot breasts squeezed around the wiry muscle of his arm. “Sam,” I breathed into his ear, “I may need a boarding party.”
And just then Gary appeared. “Looks like I missed the start of maneuvers.”
The back wall of the elevator was a mirror. In it, I saw Gary grab Sam’s ass hard, and I heard him say softly into Sam’s ear, “Ever kissed a man, seaman?”
My thigh was just finding where Sam’s legs joined as he whispered, “No.”
I was wrapped around Sam’s big, hard thigh. My hips dragged up and down it, reaching with my pussy as hard as I could for his crotch while my mouth fastened on his chest. Gary, meanwhile, mounted his rearguard action. My knee encountered his in skirmishes as he pressed Sam from behind.
Before we reached my floor, the elevator doors opened, and at least four members of a family of five were wishing they’d had their phone cameras ready. They made no move to get in the elevator, and we made no move to stop what we were doing.
My face was buried in Sam’s arm, and I only saw the dumbstruck tourists in the reflection. Two wide-eyed teenage girls and an open- mouthed boy stood between their astounded parents and they all gawped. The man of the group was tilting his head slightly. The woman wore a weary look of furious rage, although that may have just been the way she always looked at things.
They will have seen Gary, a dark, smart, stocky sailor, crammed and masked in the corner of the elevator behind big sailor Sam, muscles popping, aglow in his cheeks and neck. And they’ll have seen me from behind, spray-painted onto Sam, mainly his thigh. Although, also quite firmly attached to his hard, muscular torso. My legs either side of his, the skirt of my dress most of the way up my own thighs. Oh, and one hand reaching into Sam’s pants.
Thing is, Sam’s face is so innocent, I’m sure that, against all the evidence, they will have thought there was a perfectly reasonable explanation. Well, the wife may have thought that. Sam would have melted her, just like he seemed to melt everyone. The father and kids, well, they didn’t need any persuading or argument. The best holiday snap that any of them would ever get was etched into their minds in moving 3D forever.
Sam said to Gary, “About kissing men…”
Gary ran his finger from Sam’s lip all the way down his chest, his stomach, and down to his belt, saying, “Oh, it’s hot, sailor. But the mission always comes first. I think you have some unfinished business.”
I pushed Sam into the chair, “Oh, I haven’t forgotten,” he said. I stood in front of him. Hitched my skirt up over my legs. Hitched it up to my blue, silky panties. My soaking silky panties. I slid the panties down, slowly. It thrilled me to see Sam’s eyes widen. See his tongue moisten his lips. My plan was to sit on the edge of the bed. Have Sam down in front of me. But since he was already in the armchair, I knelt on the arms.
“Now, Sam.”
“Yes, Mrs. Harper.”
“Do you remember the geography?”
“Yes, Mrs. Harper.”
“You remember the hill?” He reached up to stroke my mound. “Recall the ravine?” His fingers slipped along my wet, throbbing lips. And up. Between them. “The lagoon?” I gasped as his fingers dived in. Dived and pulled. “Just inside, toward the front,” his fingers explored, “is hidden treasure. Keep searching, gently first… AH! You found it.” My hands flew into my hair and my back stretched and arched.
My juices ran over his hand. Trickled down his arm. His face was so tantalizingly near that I could feel his breath, fanning hot between my thighs. Couldn’t rush the sailor’s training, though. And he was making such great progress. “Gently. Rhythmically. Yes, Sam. Like that. I really like that.”
While his fingers plumbed my depths, I guided his thumb back up the ravine, “Remember the promontory, Sam?” He found his way. “Very gently at first, Sam…”
Gary was standing beside me. And I badly needed someone to kiss. Our eyes flirted as we craned our necks, tilted our heads, pursed and licked our lips, then I licked his lip. Then bit it. Pulled back to see his reaction. His head came toward me. I pulled mine back. Chewed my lip. I felt like I had a big, bursting boy below decks and a dark, sensual man above.
Gary’s mouth and mine fell on each other. Wide open, our tongues engaged, flicking, foraying and fornicating. My hands were on Gary’s face. His were in my bra. His strong fingers squeezed my nipples, caressed and kneaded my breasts. He reached down to the hem of my dress. With our mouths still locked, our eyes wide open, I nodded. He pulled my dress up and off. Unsnapped my bra. Then fell with his mouth on my breasts.
Sam by now had sent the diving party. Up the ravine. Onto the promontory. Down, deep into the lagoon. He was on extensive mopping up operations. He sucked on my clit as Gary was suckling my breasts and I moaned loudly, my fingers of each hand clutched in each of their hair.
As the waves of orgasm pulsed and grew through my body, I watched Sam’s face, red and buried in between my thighs, and Gary sucking like a limpet onto my breast. The nighttime lights of the San Francisco harbor stretched out in the dark below the moon through the window behind, as I came again.
Unsteady, I climbed off. Already, I’d lost count of how many times I’d come. And I hadn’t even seen a cock yet. The stretched fronts of both the sailor’s white pants promised two naval howitzers to come. And to cum. I dropped onto the edge of the bed.
Gary hauled Sam out of the chair by his belt. “You want to know what a man’s kiss is like then, sailor?” Sam grabbed Gary’s face. Standing up, he towered above Gary, and he bent down to plant his lips right on Gary’s. Gary pressed his hands onto Sam’s shoulders in resistance. For a moment. Then he clamped them back on Sam’s ass, where they had been glued for the whole of the elevator ride.
Watching the two hot, gorgeous men sinuously airlocking each other and grinding the bulges in their hips together, I was wet again right away. Even more when Gary broke away to say, “Sam. You taste very strongly of Mrs. Harper.” He should have. His mouth had been docked firmly in my port, and it hadn’t been a dry dock. Gary said, “I just need to check that’s the authentic taste,” and he swaggered over to me with a leer.
I spread my legs for him, and he lapped at my pussy, eagerly. My whole body shook as he shoved his tongue deep inside me, his top lip grazing my wet, sore clit. My legs flung wide, my hips bucked, my hands clutched wildly as Gary nibbled, tongued, and sucked my flower onto a bursting, cascading, and trembling orgasm.
The leer was dripping wet but still in place across Gary’s face as he turned to get up. Sam was right behind him. He bent over and licked Gary’s face. “Yup. That’s the flavor.” They both grinned as Gary went to get up again. Sam said, “You know what, sailor, I think I might like to board you from the rear.” Gary’s teeth sank into his bottom lip as Sam slid his hand slowly around to undo Gary’s belt.
“Got lube?” Gary asked him.
“Believe I do.” Sam grinned.
Gary said, “You aren’t as innocent as you look.”
Gary was still kneeling in front of me. Sam began to work Gary’s pants down, revealing a pair of tight black Calvin Kleins under considerable strain. A large bulge pressed up above the waistband. Sam said, “You prefer to kneel or stand, seaman?”
“Your legs are too damn long, sailor. Don’t know how you can get them into a hammock. I better stand.”
“On your feet, then.” Sam was unbuckling his own pants. Big Sam, with his big hands. I hadn’t noticed but he had big feet, too.
They was no indication, no clue to the humongous weapon, the massive torpedo that he was about to deploy. Sam slid his white pants slowly down and his underwear with them. The bulge at his groin seemed impossibly large. As his waistband slipped over the contours of his strong, round ass, a thick, elegant monster of a cock, a two-hander at least, bounded out. It stood proud, past Sam’s naval navel. Seeing it, Gary’s face lost some color. Sam grinned as he asked him, “You done it with a man before, sailor, or only with cadets?”
Quietly, Gary said, “Man. You carry that aboard, or do they make you check it? You got a whole deterrent system right there. You’re making Iggy look twiggy.”
Sam’s grin got wider, “You ready, sailor, or you got some more stalling that you need to do?”
“You have got lube, right?”
“You want lube or do you want morphine?”
“If you got both, I’m buying.”
They both laughed. But Gary did look nervous. “You’ve never done this before, right?”
Sam said, “You think I’m going to break you, twink?” At the challenge, Gary relaxed.
“Nah, you’re good to go.”
Gary wore just his Calvins. I suppose he wasn’t in a rush to have his manhood in the same light as Sam’s. Sam was naked but for his open shirt. His muscled body glistened and bulged from his neck to his ankles. As he spread lube under, along, around, and over his huge cock, my own lube sprang, too. But the male scents in the room were stronger. Especially Sam’s.
Then Sam pulled the back of Gary’s briefs down and spread lube in the cleavage between Gary’s firm, round buttocks. In, under, around and slowly, inside. Gary’s eyes gave a trace readout of Sam’s fingers and their progress, down his crack, under and up to his balls, back into the seam and then, little by little, into Gary’s soft, frightened little tainted star. Who’d have thought that Gary was going to be the girl assistant in this evening’s magic show? Or perhaps the cabin boy.
Mind you, so far Sam’s cock wasn’t anywhere near me.
Gary’s eyes rolled, flicked and lolled as Sam explored and opened his entrance. As Sam rubbed his cock on and between the cheeks of Gary’s butt, looks of dread and dreamy delight raced across his face.
Gary’s eyes popped wide and I knew that Sam’s bulb had docked at Gary’s port.