Filthy SEAL

by Amy Brent

  “I just took your load in my mouth. I’m stroking you back to a stiff one. I’m spreading my legs and letting you slide down between my heaving bosom. You leave a trail of what little bit is left inside your balls. You grab me from around the thighs and you plunge solidly and with no mercy to make me cry out in passion. You slap against me, as you pound me harder and harder into the mattress with my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I scream and you look at me with this hunger that can only be satiated by giving me what I want.” I was telling him a tale that could have happened if he only let himself live a little.

  “I feel my cock wrapped up in your tight little hole. I look down and see how the lips are caressing me on each stroke and I reach under and grab your ass to pull you towards me. There is no denying that you’re not going to get away. I drive like a piston from a machine, making your body bounce on that mattress, as you squeal with delight and throw your head back in obvious enjoyment of what I’m doing to you.” There was no way that I could handle that type of dirty talk without touching on the pleasure that was currently in reach.

  “I’m cumming…do you feel me cumming all over your meaty cock? Do you love the way that my juices run in rivers down the length of you and cover your balls? I’m cumming for you…only for you… YESSSSSSS.” I twisted and turned, letting my passion unfold naturally and I lay back with a satisfied air surrounding me. I wanted the real thing and there was no substitute for that first time encounter. This was the next best thing, but it was likely a pale comparison to what it would be like if he was here in person. His body would be glistening and his eyes would be showing this intensity that made me aware that this was not the only time that we were going to bring each other to the pinnacle of pleasure that night.

  “Thank you.” It was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep and I knew that after such an explosive moment that I would have the sleep of the angels.

  Chapter three

  I suppose I should’ve been surprised when I awoke to find that he was no longer there. I knocked and there was no answer. I went downstairs and found my truck already sitting in the very spot underneath the room in which I had slept with visions of him running through my head.

  “He told me to tell you and I’m sure that you’ll understand that in another life and in another time that it might’ve been possible. I normally don’t concern myself with other people’s business, but for $50.00, I’m more than happy to relay a message. I also have this letter.” The manager was this balding idiot with a stained blue shirt that looked like he had slept in it.

  I walked out into the parking lot and I couldn’t wait to tear into that piece of paper. “Last night is something that I will cherish. I wish that there could have been more and I’m sure that you feel the same way. We gave each other something to hold onto. You still have your whole life ahead of you and a future that is probably ripe with a lot of guys standing in line to be with you. I can only hope that you’ll find the happiness that you deserve. I know that we have only known each other for a short time, but I feel that it’s been longer than that. I was tempted to knock on your door this morning, but I have this funny feeling that I would never be able to keep my hands off of you. I wish you all the best and that all of your dreams come true.” He signed it with the letter A. It brought to mind the symbol of adultery that women wore when they cheated on their husbands back in the old days.

  I breathed deeply and turned my face towards the sun with the heat now touching my cheek. I had a few more days and I was going to make the most out of my time.

  I stopped off at various places along the way, talking to complete strangers with the words of my fantasy lover continually echoing in my ears. A stranger was only a person that you haven’t met. I learned that they all had stories and I lived vicariously through each and every word. I even stayed in this little old ladies house, so that I could listen to stories of her late husband, a war hero that had seen his life snatched away from him at an early age. She never remarried and she confessed that she believed that there was nobody out there that could hold a candle to the one that got away.

  I stayed with her for about two days and then I moved on and found this farmer couple that was just making inroads into a new marriage. This guy was handsome and I could tell from the way that he was looking at me that there was interest. The word fidelity didn’t mean much to me before, but it did now. I did nothing to encourage his advances. I ignored his wandering eyes and I did not call him on his behavior when I caught him staring at me, as I came out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around me.

  I left there and I was on my way back home with the window down and a country song playing on the radio. I wasn’t into the genre of country music, but the lyrics seemed to make sense to me like they hadn’t before. Lost love and jilted love was the common theme. One in particular talked about a man that had come into a woman’s life and left her to wonder if anybody else would be able to make her feel the way that she did on that one day.

  I saw a lone female hitchhiker with long flaxen hair blowing in the breeze. I knew that she was only asking for trouble. No doubt a man would try to take advantage of her and I thought that it was my duty as a woman to make sure that didn’t happen. I pulled over and I waited with bated breath, hoping against hope that he she wouldn’t appear with some kind of knife with an ultimatum.

  “You have no idea how long I have been waiting. I don’t know how to thank you.” I found out that her name was Rebecca and that she had run from an abusive relationship with only emotional scars to keep her from moving on.

  “I want you to remember that not all men are like that. There are some good ones and I was fortunate enough to meet one and then let him go.” She slapped her hand up to her mouth in shock and then I told her my story and she listened intently, until I had come to the end of my tale. “That man was strong and confident, but I’m glad that I didn’t do anything to ruin what could be the love of his life. Some may think that what happens on the road is fair game. The likelihood of meeting again is slim. He was not of that same sentiment and it touches me deeply that he would even consider me that much a threat.”

  “Penny, I don’t know you all that well, but it was probably a good thing that you didn’t throw caution to the wind. Trust me, I’ve been down that road to many times to count and it always leads to heartbreak hotel. They say that they’re going to leave the one they are with, but their intention is just to get laid. I will say that older guys know how to seduce with not only their eyes but their words. It’s their sophistication and experience that makes it impossible for us to pull away at the last second. I have to give it up for your mystery man with the initial A. There aren’t all that many men out there that would deny themselves the possibility of stripping you of your clothes and putting you into, so many positions that it would be hard for you to keep track.”

  If I were into women, I would most likely make a play for her. She did have the kind of body that would have a lot of guys vying for her affection by beating each other to death. The last one standing would be the victor and the spoils of war would fall into his grateful hands.

  “You have said that you have done this a few times, but would you do it again if you had a chance to do it all over? Don’t you think that you would have a little bit more self respect for yourself than to give yourself freely to those men that caught your eye?” I only asked these questions, because my own sex drive was at an all time high and I needed something to curb my appetite for cock.

  “There are a few that I would take back, but for the most part, I’ve lived my life the exact way that I wanted to. I’ve never regretted anything and I’ve always played safely. In this day and age, you would be a damn fool not to and the one thing that my mother didn’t raise was a fool.” We talked for some time and then we finally made it to this small fruit stand on the side of the road. I could see that her main interest was with a young man with a shaven face and stubble on his head. He had that military look in h
is eyes.

  I left that roadside stand on my own and was somewhat jealous of her ability to throw away the rule book. She did what she wanted and didn’t have anybody to answer to. I didn’t think that the man that she was going to be with was going to be long-term. She was still sowing her oats and leaving bodies in her wake from one end of the highway to the other. She would leave them with a memory and maybe a token of her gratitude. I wanted to be like her, but I felt like I had something to prove to myself by waiting. I had this feeling that my mother’s freedom with her body had made me a little reluctant to go down that same destructive road.

  I sat there at the edge of my street after another few hours of driving with my hands on the steering wheel and wondering if maybe it would be a good idea to turn around and go back the way that I came. My new job was another 200 miles away. I already put a down payment on apartment sight unseen.

  I finally gave myself the encouragement needed to face my mother. I stepped from the truck and knocked on the door with it swinging open to find that her husband to be was the one that had given such good and nasty dirty talk a few nights ago. We both looked at each other and had to prevent any kind of recognition.

  Chapter four

  “You took your time getting here and I was getting a little worried that maybe you were in a ditch somewhere. I was close to calling out the authorities.” My mother was always a bit of a worrywart or at least she pretended to be when other people were around. “You could’ve given me a call and you really did put a good scare into me. Angel was here to tell me that I should give you some room to breathe and that you probably just got lost in your thoughts or something like that.” I tried not to look at him, but it was very difficult when I continually glanced to make sure that this wasn’t a figment of my imagination.

  “Your mother tells me that you have been dabbling with journalism. What branch are you interested in?” How he was able to talk without cracking his voice was a mystery that was only known to him. “I have a few connections that might make it easier to open up some doors for you. My business ventures are mostly real estate, but I do own a couple of radio stations.” That was my dream job to be a producer and the creative force behind any kind of advertisement that would be heard on that station. I wasn’t sure how I could justify taking him up on his offer without wondering if there were strings attached to the proposal.

  “Your new stepfather is reaching out and I want you to give him the benefit of the doubt. He’s only trying to help and this is in no way to ingratiate himself into your life. I know that our relationship has been strained, but I would like to make amends and see if we can’t find a way past our differences.” My mother had never shown this kind of interest in opening up the path of communication between the two of us. I could only surmise that this was Angel’s doing and what a fitting name for a man that seemed like he had come down from heaven built from the blueprints of what a man was supposed to look like and act like.

  I was feeling a little short of breath and I touched my forehead to feel the heat of what might have come from the farmer’s wife. She was under the weather the last might that I was there and I was now showing symptoms of the same flu that had afflicted her.

  “It’s been a long drive and I will certainly take your proposition into consideration. For now, I would really like to lie down.” I didn’t tell her that I was sick and she was oblivious to me being sick when I was growing up. It was always my grandmother that would sit with me, but she had passed away a couple of years ago, leaving me to fend for myself. It was a hard lesson to learn, but one that gave me the strength of character to strike out and not let my mother belittle me into thinking that I wasn’t worth investing in.

  “I have to get to work.” It was only 8:00 AM and my mother was already out the door before I had a chance to say anything more.

  “You have to forgive your mother and I convinced her that it would be a good idea for her to put in her notice.” It appeared that she was only pretending to work and this was the girl that had never held down a job a day in her life. Where was she going and was it possible that her affections for Angel were not as deep as I was led to believe? “If you don’t mind me saying so, you don’t look well.” The room was spinning and I fell back into his arms. He carried me like a fireman would a victim outside of a house.

  He kicked in the door with his masculine body hovering over me, as he lowered me onto a bed that wasn’t mine. I looked around and the room was the same, but everything else had changed. My childhood memories were boxed up in a corner and she turned my room into a guest room.

  “It was probably a good thing that we didn’t do anything. It really is a small world.” I felt this chill run through my body and I grabbed for the white duvet to cover me.

  I had my back towards him and then I felt the weight of his body sitting down beside me. “I don’t know what I would’ve done had we succumbed. To hear you in the other room giving yourself pleasure was almost too much for me to take. This was the ultimate test and I faltered a little, but for the most part…I passed. Penny, I want you to rest and I’ll bring you something to eat to settle your stomach.” It felt nice to have somebody to take care of me and my mother was always the hands off approach when it came to parenting.

  “Thank you.” I didn’t mean to say that and it brought to mind the very last words that he had said to me after we had supplied each other with enough incentive to drive each other up the wall.

  I waited for him to say something, but instead he stopped momentarily at the threshold to my bedroom. I could hear him breathing and then the door slowly closed. I couldn’t believe the odds of having him, as my new stepfather. It didn’t seem possible that god would be that cruel to dangle him in front of me and then to have him here underneath the same roof was only asking for problems.

  He came back about ½ hour later and placed a cool cloth over my forehead. He helped me to lift my head, so that I could have some tomato soup. This was not the normal kind that you would find in a can. This was absolutely delicious with a bit of spice to sweat the infection out of my body. I had a fever and in my delirium, I reached out and grabbed him inappropriately.

  He took my hand away from his crotch with my fingers moving with this need to complete that connection. “You don’t know what you’re doing and I’m not going to take advantage of you in your current condition. Try to refrain from throwing yourself at me the best way that you can.” He was wearing the same pants that he had on when I first met him and I wondered how many of those pairs that he might have in his closet. A guy is a little bit sparse with his collection of clothing, unless you’re counting ties and shirts of different motifs and styles. Pants and shoes would not be as plentiful, as the ones that were currently in a garbage bag behind my truck seat.

  “I don’t even know why you are with her. She doesn’t deserve you and she will hurt you. I think that you should be forewarned that she gets bored quickly.” My hand once again rested on the bulge that was now pushing up against my hand. He pulled away and placed it back across my chest. He grazed my nipples through the shirt that I had undone. There was nothing preventing me from throwing back the covers and showing him the peaks of a 20 year old woman. I still couldn’t believe that I was a virgin and the way that my body was reacting had nothing to do with purity of the heart.

  “Yes…well…I’m…going to take a shower. Get some sleep and I’ll be back later to check on you.” He was gone no more than 10 minutes. When I heard the shower, I felt compelled to see him in more than the visions in my head.

  I was feeling a lot better and this flu must’ve been something that came and went at a moment’s notice. I found myself standing at the bathroom door with that very door open a crack. I could see the reflection of his chiseled body through the thin layer of a bathroom curtain. I had to believe that my mother had something to do with that and I actually had something to thank her for.

  I couldn’t stop staring and he opened the curtain himself like
he had an inkling that I might be there. The rest his body was covered and we had this moment of eye contact before I took a step backward and went back to my room.

  Chapter five

  I stayed there for a month and I did take him up on his offer to shadow the producer and creative writer at a radio station in town. I called my other job and told them that they would need to find somebody else. I was actually happy and hearing that the producer was about to retire put me at the front line courtesy of Angel’s influence.

  I’d just had a very productive day and having somebody tell me that my work was appreciated had gone a long way to stroke by ego.

  It had been an effort in futility to try to keep him away from me. We would have lunch every afternoon at a different restaurant of his choosing. The culinary delights that were offered whet my appetite and gave me the feeling that I might be a food snob.

  I arrived back home to see that my mother was standing with her arm around a young man that could’ve been my younger brother. Angel was standing in front of the double doors leading into the house with his own arms crossed and showing his distaste by the way that he was tapping his foot incessantly.

  “I’m telling you that I want a divorce. If you don’t want things to get ugly, I would suggest that you offer me a monthly stipend to stay out of your life. If not, then I will gladly take you to court for everything that I can get from you.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and yet it made me happy at the same time.

  “I’ll give you $5000 a month and that will be the end of it. You will sign a contract that states that that is all you are entitled to. If you insist on threatening me, then you can be assured that I have the money and the lawyers to bury you in court. I don’t need that kind of publicity. Greed is a funny mistress and one that you should be very careful about listening to. Leave now before I forget my manners. I’ll have one of my lawyers drop off the forms. The one thing that I want you to take from this is that this isn’t charity. I am not knuckling under and I just want this over with, so that I never have to see you again.” The guy with her didn’t say a thing. He was the strong silent hunky blue eyed blonde surfer boy type.