by Pardo, Jody
I worked out every day before Lydia arrived and made sure I was showered and dressed by the time she walked through the door. I had to work out to keep up with her cooking. She loved to cook, and I loved to eat. As soon as I could figure out a way to maneuver into and around the kitchen, one day I would cook for her.
I really wanted to get into town. Cabin fever was starting to settle in and an idle mind and hands equated to trouble.
Lydia
Putting the finishing touches on my outfit for the Pirate Festival, my hair and makeup were perfect. As I walked out of the bathroom, I heard the knocking on the door.
“Lydia! I need your help. Can I come in?” Ethel called from the other side of the door.
“Come on in, Ethel. It’s not locked. I’m just finishing up.”
Ethel walked in holding a thin red sash in her hand, dressed in a pirate wench costume, smirking at me.
“Oh Lydia, you look gorgeous.”
“Thank you, Ethel. I just ordered this outfit online and added a few touches. Ethel, your outfit is amazing.”
“Oh, this old thing?” She giggled. “Harry had it made for me ten years ago when Eastport Pirate festival first began. I need you to tie up the corset for me, my fellow wench,” she said in a pirate’s drawl. “Lace me up so we can get into town and enjoy our day,” she insisted as she turned, leaving me with the task of lacing her corset.
It was a gorgeous September day, the sky was clear, and the temperature was a mild sixty degrees, a nice Indian summer. Ethel complained during the drive to the festival that it was too hot. This was perfect weather in my book, but Maine residents were used to the cool days and colder winters. Today was the Pirate Festival and soon the community would be preparing for the winter months.
I parked my car in the Rose Garden parking lot; we got out and walked the rest of the way. The festival ran from town center all the way down to the docks and as I glanced around, I found myself laughing. Waves of pirates and wenches flooded the streets as far as the eyes could see.
Glancing over at Ethel, “This is amazing. I am glad you talked me into dressing up. I would have felt like an outcast in just jeans.”
“You are local now. You have to dress the part. The only ones in jeans are the visitors who don’t know any better. Scurvy lot they are!”
I laughed at her enthusiasm. I had never seen Ethel so vibrant.
As we made our way though the crowd, I picked up a program with the events listed on it. Any “Pirate” thing you could think of was provided and everything in town had a pirate theme; even the houses and businesses were decorated in spirit.
The fishing boats on the pier were dressed as reenactment pirate boats and held pirate flags from their masts.
These guys really took their pirate stuff seriously, I thought to myself.
The town of Eastport and nearby ‘rival’, Lubec were having pirate battles, and the losers walked the plank. This was going to be good.
I walked with Ethel through the droves of vendor tables and bought myself a beautiful handmade shell bracelet. Ethel had quite the haul, but I don’t even know where she would put her money in that wench outfit. I didn’t see any pockets.
Ethel chatted it up with everyone as we walked through the festival.
She looked at me and grinned. “Arrgh my fellow wench we will be protected by our Eastport pirates. So glad I came to enjoy the festivities.”
Most of the town was laughing and yelling ‘Argh me mateys’ in the streets while the children ran around with eye patches, swords, and bandanas on their heads mimicking the duelers on the docks.
We took advantage of the farmer’s market tables and loaded up with autumn apples and late summer berries.
Evening began to set and the winner would be announced. Soon we would see who made Best Pirate, Wench, Mate, Mermaid, and the Best Decorated Business and Home. As the evening continued to draw closer, I noticed Ethel seemed exhausted.
“Ethel, are you about done?” I nudged.
She looked at me with tired eyes. “I wanted to stay until they announced the winners but I think I have had just enough fun for one day.” She stared back at the Lubec pirate being held at sword point on the docks and the crowd cheered. “Finish him!” she yelled and like an ending to a battle of Mortal Combat, the Eastport pirate dramatically tapped his sword under the Lubec man’s chin, bringing him to his feet. He poked him in the buttocks and urged him to the end of the pier to walk the plank.
“Let’s just watch him go for a swim! Scurvy weasel!” A spark returned to her eyes as she watched the loser walk to the edge of the pier and get cast off the pier with the Eastport pirate’s boot to the back.
The crowd cheered the pirate claimed a nearby wench in a heated kiss. I watched in awe of the public display of affection and lust. Hopefully, they actually knew one another.
“Oh close your mouth, dear. That’s his wife, Nicole. It’s no surprise to anyone around here. Oh, and their kids are all born in late June or July. The really love the Pirate festival.”
“How many kids do they have?” I asked as I watched in awe of the happening on the docks as the rest of the Eastport pirates joined Rob and Nicole in equally lustful embraces and reveled in their victory as they pulled their wenches of choice upon their laps.
“I believe their son makes four. He will be 4 months old on Halloween. Rob broke his leg last year, but he just went as a peg leg pirate last year. He didn’t let it slow him down a bit. Robbie, Jr. is right over there with the barmaid, aka Memaw.” I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the carnal show unfolding on the docks. It was like a train wreck, I felt bad watching, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away. My mind drifted to Ryan. I wondered what he was doing today.
“How come your client didn’t come out? How is he doing?” Ethel asked.
“He is doing really well. I mentioned I was coming, and he said to have fun. I didn’t think too much of it until now. He has his other nurse on the weekends.” The more I thought about it, the more I wished I had run into Ryan today with some friends or family. It would do him good to get out go the house.
As we walked back toward the town center, I decided to stop off at Quoddy Lobster Market and pick up a couple lobsters for Ryan. If he couldn’t be here, then I would take the festival to him.
“Ethel, I want to stop in here and pick up a couple lobsters for Ryan. Maybe that will cheer him up.”
“That is awful sweet of you dear. Lobster makes any fisherman happy. Let’s see what George has in stock.”
George, the market owner, was behind the counter filling the displays with fresh ice.
“Hi George!” Ethel called out to him as we entered.
“Ethel, you fine lass. What brings you in here tonight? The party is outside.” George said as he wiped his hands on the rag hanging from his black rubber apron as he came around from behind the display case.
“My young wench here needs a couple of your finest for young Ryan Gannon.”
“Ryan, you say? Well, I will have to send him second best. Only Ryan himself brought me the finest lobsters to be had. His boat was by best supplier, but let me see what I can do.” George walked past the display tanks in the store into the back room and returned a few minutes later with two huge lobsters, one in each hand.
“Holy lobsters!” escaped my mouth as I watched the squirming crustaceans snap their claws. They weren’t rubber banded and still like the ones you found in the supermarket. These were feisty critters. Ethel turned and saw my face and laughed as George pointed the lobsters in my direction.
“George, you will need to band those up. This land lover’s only experience with lobsters is on a plate with slaw.”
“Whatever you say, Ethel.” George placed the lobsters on the counter and banded each claw with such speed, I almost missed it. He placed them in a wooden bucket with a lid, I paid for them, and he sent us on our way.
“Tell Ryan that I said hello. I hope to see him soon. He is sorely missed.”
Ryan
For the first time in forever, I was missing the Pirate’s festival. Last year didn’t count because I was in rehab, but this year, I really wished I could go. When Lydia mentioned going, I tried to picture her outside of her scrubs. Many times, images of her out of her scrubs have filled my daydreams.
It was eerily quiet on this side of town since anyone with a pulse was in the town center for the festival. The only event that was even close in size was the lighting of the lobster cage tree at Christmas. I’d donated at least two cages every year to the town tree.
Even though I couldn’t attend, I could follow the festival on Facebook. I’d never had a Facebook page before, but Lydia was always snapping pictures of food and posting them on Facebook for her Crock-pot loving friends. Girls and crock-pots, I would never understand it, but I would never argue because glorious meals came out of that thing.
Eastport had its very own Facebook page and apparently, it was the place to be for current events. The town gossip and librarian, Cassandra, ran the page and updated it constantly. If you farted in the library, the town would know about it before the air freshener dissipated. She posted anything and everything from the weather, tides, and events.
Today, the page was lively, and I sat and watched the updates pop up on the screen as Pirate Festival attendees posted their selfies and took pictures of the happenings. I kept trying to see if I could spot Lydia but it was an endless sea of bodies.
I saw a couple of the dockhands and other fisherman I knew in the Pirate Wars. Dougie didn’t place this year, but he sure put on a good show. Someone posted a video of the winner in the final battle. I’m sure his girl would be pregnant again soon enough in celebration.
Then, I saw her. There was no mistaking it was Lydia; her smile lit up my screen.
She dressed as a hot wench and as soon as I saw the creamy skin of her cleavage, my dick got hard. She stood next to Ethel, old man Harry’s widow right next to the Pirate Battles.
Picture after picture filled my screen allowing me gain a view of her wench outfit. The black lacy corset cinched her waist, blossoming her breasts into gorgeous mounds over a red and black shredded skirt. Her shapely legs were slid into mid calf boots.
As I continued to click through the pictures, my focus remained on Lydia and I found myself looking for her in every photograph. Before I realized what I was doing, my left hand drifted to my hard cock.
I wiggled my track pants and boxers down my hips and freed my throbbing dick. The images of Lydia dressed like a wench were draining the blood from every corner of my body. I stroked my cock in long languid swipes, bringing my forefinger over the head, carrying the seeping pre-cum back down my length.
As each picture emerged, I felt the tingle in the base of my spine steadily climb to my neck; it had a dizzying effect. The next image on the screen almost sent me over the edge. Lydia stood had her lips wrapped around a lollipop.
She had recently quit smoking and always had something in her mouth. Oh, how I wanted to be that lollipop. I wanted to slide my cock through her full lips and down her throat. She seemed to favor grape flavored Tootsie roll pops, and I wanted her to take the Ryan challenge. I wanted to see how many licks it would take before I blew my load in her mouth.
My balls began to tingle and pulled in close to my body. I fisted my cock and pulled hard, dragging my hand the full length of my shaft. Banging against the sensitive underside of my head, my impending orgasm built deep in my balls, and I knew I would blow my load all over my computer screen.
Lydia
I drove Ethel home, changed quickly, and threw on a pair of scrubs. I thought about wearing jeans but it just didn’t seem right. After being cooped up in my wench outfit all day, I was happy to be in my loose fitting comfy scrubs and out of the tight corset.
As I drove over to Ryan’s with my two Godzilla-sized lobsters in the bucket, I felt a little nervous. It was my day off, and I hadn’t bothered calling. I wasn't sure what the weekend nurse’s schedule was, but as the night sky grew darker, it was probable his weekend nurse had left by now. If he needed me to cook these big lobsters for him, I would.
I pulled into Ryan’s driveway, grabbed the bucket, walked up the ramp, and rang the doorbell. I wasn’t on duty but his porch light was on so I assumed he was still awake. I heard him yelling beyond the door,
“What the fuck? I will be right there!”
Shit, he doesn’t want any company. Nice going Lydia. This was a bad idea.
I had his house keys in my nursing bag in my SUV, but I wasn't on duty and my visit was unexpected. I would be wrong for me to walk into his house unannounced.
As Ryan answered the door, he appeared shocked. I simply smiled and said, “Lobster delivery!”
Ryan
DINGDONG
Who the fuck could that be? “Fuck Fuck Fuck. What the fuck? I'll be right there!” I wasn’t expecting anyone. I quickly shimmied back into my boxers and pants and strapped my seatbelt over my still very hard cock. Whoever it was, had fucking horrible timing. Can’t even jerk off in peace.
I rolled to the front door and as I opened it, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The woman who filled my dreams now stood before me. She had changed out of her wench costume and dressed in her requisite brightly colored scrubs, but there she was on my front porch.
Her skin glowed and remnants of her makeup remained on her eyes igniting a new realm of possibilities in my mind. I actually pinched myself just to check. I really needed to pinch myself in the dick and tame it before I embarrassed myself. Is that corset still on under the scrubs? Wouldn’t that be a surprise! I wasn't complaining about her impromptu visit, but my dick was; he wanted to play.
“Lydia…Hi,” I cleared the sudden dryness in my throat. “What brings you out this way? Shouldn’t you be at the festival?”
“I was, I went. I wanted to bring you treat. Can’t I bring a treat to my favorite client?” She said with a wry smile.
“Last time I checked, you’re here five days a week, so unless you are working seven days, I do believe I am your only client.” The implication furrowed her brow.
“So, you don’t want George’s best?” she mocked as she waved the lobster bucket in front of me.
“George’s best? Let’s see what he gave you.” George had been one of my best customers. I sure hoped the boys were giving him some good stock.
“Ethel made sure of it. Check them out for yourself.” She lifted the lid and tilted the bucket so I could peer to the bottom.
Holy shit, these were monsters! “How much did you pay for these crawfish?” I teased with my most serious face. I turned my chair and rolled back into the house and heard her following behind.
“I asked for lobster! He gave me crawfish? But they are so big! No wonder they were only twenty dollars! I’m sorry. I thought some lobsters would make you happy," she shrieked. Lydia was so easy to rile up, but it wasn’t my intention to upset her.
I spun around to face her in my chair and reached out my arms to grab the bucket from her hands. “Let me take another look.” I lifted each lobster for careful inspection. They were banded, but that didn’t mean anything, these guys were huge and could snap those thin bands if they desired.
“Are they worth cooking?” she asked worriedly.
I placed the bucket on the floor beside my chair. I just couldn’t resist touching her and pulled her down on my lap as she let out a squeal. “Of course, they are worth cooking. I would say you got yourself a deal there, sweetheart.”
“Thank goodness.” As she lay draped across my lap, I looked into her eyes and when they locked with mine and I felt her stiffen in my arms. I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, so I tickled her. Her laughter was music to my ears.
“Stop…please…Ryan…I can’t breathe…” I kept tickling her just to hear her laughter as she begged for liberation. “Ryan! Oh my God, I’m going to pee if you don’t stop.”
With that, I lifted her up off my lap in to the air. �
�Then maybe we need to get some of those fancy catheters for you and some Depends.” She grabbed the hair that was overgrowing and draped across my face then pulled my head back.
“Very funny, Mr. Comedian.” She glared into my eyes and yanked my head again. I was already on edge the minute she’d arrived, and I was going to blow my load right in my pants if she yanked my hair one more time. I didn’t want to let her go but I couldn’t put her back down on my lap or there would be no hiding my raging erection.
I set her down on her feet and gave her a playful swat on her leg “Go pee and then we can boil these bad boys up.”
Her smile returned, and she didn’t protest my hand lingering on the back of her thigh. I just didn’t want to stop touching her. “Okay, I will be right back.” She disappeared into the half bath off the living room as I took another look at the monsters in the bucket. Thank you, George. These lobsters would fetch a lot on the wholesale of the docks. This was definitely not a sale, these lobsters were a gift. I would call George in the morning to thank him, but now it was time to show Lydia how to cook a lobster properly.
When Lydia returned from the bathroom, I parked myself at the kitchen threshold and orchestrated dinner’s preparation at Lydia’s hands. I lined the dining table with newsprint pages and we sat to eat.
“This is all new to me. How do I…” Lydia began as she lifted her lobster by its claw, looking confused as her brow furrowed.
“Have you never had lobster?” I asked her ripping off the first claw of my lobster.
“Sure I have, but it was usually just a tail with a steak. I have never eaten one whole like this.”
“Follow me. Let me show you. Grab a claw.” As we cracked, pulled, yanked, and sucked the meat from the lobsters and my belly filled, so did my heart. It was her day off. She came back. For me.
Ryan
