Standing on the pier, the icy ocean wind whipping through my open jacket, I watch the ships in the harbor. Memories. My short stay on a ship soo many years ago flashes through my head, and it actually doesn't piss me off.
The trials of that whole experience were solved a long time ago, and it was the first thing that ever went in my favor. I could have spent years in a Federal Prison, but instead, ended up free and clear, and college bound.
Every time I come here for pier fries and fried cod, I relive it, and each time I do, it takes the what ifs of the situation away. What ifs I didn't know I had until recently. What if it never happened? Would I still be in the job I was in, Roaming the seas, visiting foreign city after foreign city?
I've decided I'm glad it went that way, because look at me now. Married to a woman I love, a family I wouldn't have had otherwise, and everything else I've accomplished since.
"Cod and fries up" is called out, and I head over and grab the newspaper lined fried food.
I leave the pier, eating the freshly caught fish, the flavors causing my stomach to growl in appreciation.
I jump into my truck and finish my food as I drive. Another day at work, another Sonnie inquisition afterwards I bet.
Parking the truck, I'm shocked at how full the parking lot is. I walk into the bar, and freeze. Sonnie has changed the bar around, and I'm not sure what is going on.
Looking for her, I find her cleaning keg hoses in the back.
"Ummm... Sonnie? What's goin on with the bar?"
She frowns and snaps, "Joel, I don't have time to fill you in just yet. I've got two hoses I have to unclog before we open, and you need to see to the bar."
Taken back, I just stare at her in shock before replying, "Whatever you say, boss!" I give her a sarcastic salute, and head back out front where everyone is dressed up, and staring at me.
Brushing off the confusion and inspection, I duck behind the bar to be confused again. There's very few pint glasses, and tons of wine glasses set up.
Opening the chillers, I see bottles and bottles of wine chilled and ready, along with a bunch of red wines open and breathing on the back counter. What the fuck?
Sonnie finally comes rushing into the main room, climbs on the bar, and rings that damn bell. "Ok. It's Valentines Day, and I promised you all a treat. Right?"
All the customers turn their heads towards me and stare. I look at Sonnie with a "what the fuck" expression, and I get an evil grin in return. "Well... I told you all that J-Man here has a voice of orgasms, and he will be singing your requested songs for the night, and he's just now finding out, so..."
I groan as my head hits the bar. The one day I forced myself to forget about, and she's slapping it in my face. Fine. She wants this? She's got it, but she will have a payback like she won't believe coming.
I silently make my way over to the microphone, and see a list of songs people have requested. Powering on the machine, I pull up the first song, blank my mind, and sing.
I lose myself in the music. The songs of love that are coming out of my mouth, a story or memory for each of the people who requested them, and I tell those stories to music.
Every time I look up, I see couples. Dressed nice, chatting, touching, dancing pressed together, and each is a reminder of the Valentines that didn't happen for us. The one that I planned to the nines, and is probably wasted. I hope the flowers didn't upset her. I totally forgot to cancel them, along with her dress and red-soled shoes. The rest? I won't let myself think of it. I can't.
Soon I find myself at the end of the playlist and I sigh. The words tumble out of my mouth, and into the mic before I can even think about them.
"Tonight was supposed to be a special night for my wife and I. As you all can see, I'm here and not there, so plans and shit changes. I'm going to sing a couple to her, and I hope you enjoy them."
The crowd quietly whispers, and I look over to Sonnie, who's nodding with a smile on her face.
Leaving your tears on my shoulder
Your eyes beg me to stay.
We were finally changing.
It's our luck, we're a little too late.
I'd take you with me if there was a way.
Sorry, don't cut it so I say,
Take all of your doubts,
You can throw 'em out.
You may be unsure, but I know
I'm always coming back.
You can bet on that,
You're the only place I call home.
Near or far, where you are is where I want to be.
Every lonely night,
Every drunken fight,
Couldn't make it right, I know.
If it hurts you bad,
Put it on my tab,
I can pay it back tenfold.
You're the only place I've ever called my home.
Years pass, we're growing older
And you're not sure you can wait.
So I promise, it won't always be like this.
You say, "It's always the same."
We're falling apart if you think so
I'm holding on even if you let go.
Take all of your doubts,
You can throw 'em out.
You may be unsure, but I know
I'm always coming back.
You can bet on that,
You're the only place I call home.
Near or far, where you are is where I want to be.
Every lonely night,
Every drunken fight,
Couldn't make it right, I know.
If it hurts you bad,
Put it on my tab,
I can pay it back tenfold.
You're the only place I've ever called my home.
If I had my way
You'd fill these empty beds.
Someday I'll come back for you
And never leave again.
Take all of your doubts,
You can throw 'em out.
You may be unsure, but I know
I'm always coming back.
You can bet on that,
You're the only place I call home.
Near or far, where you are is where I want to be.
Every lonely night,
Every drunken fight,
Couldn't make it right, I know.
If it hurts you bad,
Put it on my tab,
I can pay it back tenfold.
You're the only place I've ever called my home.
The music stops, and I rest my head on my hands for a second. That was for her. Our song, still to this day, and the meaning is more than ever. Clearing my throat, I reach to queue the next song. My song, that I've just recently heard, and for me anyways, explains us to a T.
If I could walk on water
Like Jesus did before
If I knew all the answers
To keep you coming back for more
If I could paint a picture
And then cut off my own ear
If I chose all the right colors
Would this just disappear?
Because we run in vicious circles
Until we're dizzy with disdain
And there's this miles and miles between us
Yet we still remain
If I could write a poem
And find the perfect words
And then put them all to music
Just so my voice gets heard
Because we run in vicious circles
Until we're dizzy with disdain
And there's this miles and miles between us
And yet we still remain
So if I can walk on water
Like Jesus did before
And if I knew all the answers
I'd keep you coming back for more
Because we run in vicious circles
Until we're dizzy with disdain
And there's this miles and miles between us
And yet we still remain
We run in vicious circles
Until we're dizzy with disdain
And there's miles and miles between us
Yet we still remain
Yet we still remain
Once again there is a silence. I take my internal thoughts and push them back for now. Looking out at the crowd, I smile and wink "Happy Valentines Day. Wine is on the house till closing now!"
~~~~~~~
The smell of the ship is a constant reminder of where I am, but I smell a perfume that doesn't belong. Not that I'm complaining, but it's as familiar as chocolate cake. Sweet but decadent.
I try and roll over, and realize my arms are unable to move from over my head. Slowly coming around, I feel a warm, supple weight straddling my thighs.
I open my eyes, almost in a panic and there she is. My wife, straddling me, my dog bowl hat sat crooked on her head, and an officers shirt unbuttoned and just open enough to tease.
Wait! Pairs? On my ship? I shake my head to clear my mind, but she's still there. The gentle sway of the ship has her rocking against my now rock hard length.
"Paris?"
She smirks and places her hand over my mouth. "No. I'm LT Fairchild, and you've been a naughty seaman, haven't you.
Pulling against the restraint, I look up and see I'm tied with my neckerchief, and a sensual panic sets in. I try speaking, but it comes out a muffled bunch of jibberish.
"Tut tut, Seaman Fairchild!" She pulls another neckerchief out from behind her back, and grins. "I was going to use this on your eyes, don't make me use it on your mouth!"
My eyes? I'm almost tempted to speak again, just so that it will not cover my eyes. I mean, watching her play on my body is a sight I think will be mind blowing. I'm going to play by her rules though.
Nodding, my eyes devour her. She is teasing me with the outfit. Some parts of her are covered, yet the rest is deliciously bared to me, and I can't help but stare.
She gently covers my eyes, the action causing her torso to slightly brush against mine, and I can't control the moan that escapes. It's a torture, but one that's fully pleasurable.
Suddenly I'm in darkness, and all I can do is feel every part of her that's touching me. A gentle warm breath brushes my ear and she whispers, "remember? When you told me that the dark is how you wanted it, so I could just enjoy your touch and words?" I nod, and my body tightens further at the memories of what transpired. "Now it's your turn. To just feel and hear."
She leans back up, scooting forward until the scorching heat of her sex is pressed against the underside of my cock. Rocking my hips, trying to get closer, sends her scooting back with a throaty chuckle. "Now now, Joel!"
Her nails start a journey over my torso, and each one feels like fire. Hissing and arching into it, I want to beg for more, anything.
She starts humming, and the sound resonates deep inside me, and then.. She's humming against my neck, her mouth wide open, tongue flicking against my pulse randomly. I pull hard against my restraints, needing to touch her, fist her hair and hold her mouth to my neck.
She pays me back with a sharp bite, before completely leaving me. The cold where I was just warm is felt tenfold. I hear a shuffling of the sheets as she climbs off the bed.
"Babe? Where are you?" Straining my ears, all I can hear is the rapid beating of my own heart, along with my labored breathing.
Her tongue suddenly appears as I feel a hot lick up the underside of my raised arm, dragging from my elbow all the way to my shoulder. Then it's gone.
My body aches, every muscle pulled tight in anticipation and an arousal level I've not felt in a long time. "Babe, more... Please" I don't care if I'm begging. I need her touch, anywhere she wants to give it.
A nibble on my left nipple has me crying out, and arching. "Fuck yes!" She continues to lap, lick, and nibble, before giving it a sharp bite. The bite sends a spurt of precum out of me, and pooling on my lower abdomen.
She gives a quiet giggle, before lapping it clean, her face and hair brushing against me in an erotic caress. She then straddles me, rubbing herself against me, her hot, wet heat caressing my erection, and my head and hips thrash in sync, trying to get more.
I groan as she raises up, taking my pleasure with her. "God no, come back!"
Her tiny hand encircles the base of my length, angling it away from me, and into the air, and then I feel it. The soft, hot press of her, pressing against my aching head, she just rubs me against her. I feel it. Every nuance and dip, moaning as she rubs me against her tiny, swollen clit, moaning and panting.
Soon my head is encapsulated by her, feeling the resistance of her entrance, and she slowly--
A whimper growl has me sitting up in bed, panting and aching. Looking around, I realize it was a dream. I'm still alone in Boston, with my rock hard cock.
"Damn it Roofer!" I toss something at him before falling back on the bed, my mind reliving every second of the dream.
I ache. I throb. My body wants more of what she was doing. Never in my life have I ever let a woman take control, and I have to admit, it was more intense and pleasurable than I've ever expected.
Pulling a Paris scented pillow over my face, I groan as her scent makes me throb more. I'm fucked. I pull the pillow off my face, looking down at my cock, my eyes quickly closing as if it will make it go away. It doesn't. It gets worse.
Like I said. I'm fucked.
---TBC---
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