by McKay, KC
"Good. Just remember that." She looked back at the gangway. "Oh shit."
Knothead walked up to us. "Hey, where you guys off to?"
"Howard, what's up, buddy?" I over-enthusiastically shook his hand. "We're just going for a drink. Want to join us?"
Charlotte's lips pursed tightly together as Knothead happily agreed. He led the way down the street as Charlotte and I walked behind him.
She wrapped her arm around mine and pulled me toward her. "What the hell are you playing at? You better get rid of him pronto so we can get down to business."
"Relax." I waved my hand dismissively. "It's just one drink. Besides, how were we going to say no? After all, he is your boss."
Howard Howard led us into a scruffy-looking bar where several Frenchmen sitting at the bar drinking beer, all of them smoking, creating a haze over the counter. They gave us a curious glance when we walked in, then resumed talking amongst themselves.
We ordered beers and moved to a table on the other side. Besides the guys at the bar, several diners were in having lunch. Howard and I sat opposite each other and Charlotte quickly moved in and sat next to me.
Knothead took a drink of beer and let out a hardy sigh of satisfaction as he lowered the bottle. "Hey, that was a good job you guys did on the Wayne, Chambers. I would've hated to be in the PMA's path if that valve failed."
"Yeah, thanks." I lit a cigarette. "It doesn't bear thinking about if it didn't pass, does it, Charlotte?"
"Nope." She shook her head. "It would've been like signing a death warrant."
I leaned across the table toward Howard. "Have jobs ever been revoked? You know, like if a mistake was made and things got documented wrong."
He scratched his forehead, just above his knot. "Well, it's unlikely, but it is possible. Procedures are pretty tightly controlled to make sure errors don't happen." He nodded toward Charlotte. "That's why I sent Kemp down on the job. She's the best." He smiled at her like he expected a blowjob in return for offering her praise.
Charlotte reached under the table and squeezed my thigh. "Or there's always next time."
Knothead gave her a puzzled look.
She turned her head toward me. "I'm just telling Chambers that one must always be diligent. A mistake causing a failure can happen at any time. If not now, at some point in the future. It's best to keep things up. We wouldn't want a sudden flop, now would we?"
I looked into the bottom of my beer. "No, we wouldn't want that." There had to be a way out of this. Even if only temporarily so I could see Darcy. Knothead was practically drooling just looking at Charlotte. I wished she'd lower her standards and take him for a ride. Desperation clawed at me to find a way out of Charlotte's clutches.
A Frenchman left his barstool and headed for the men's room. He looked a bit unsteady on his feet, and was a pretty big guy. Maybe he could help me.
I took some money out of my pocket and slapped it on the table. "Hey, Howard, get us another drink, will ya? I need to take a leak." I stood up.
Charlotte grabbed my arm and looked up at me. "You're not stalling, are you?"
Knothead's eyes darted between us.
"No, don't be ridiculous. I'm gonna pee, we're having another beer, then I'm taking you to that show you want to see." I gave her an exaggerated wink. "Tell Howard about it while I'm gone."
I went to the bathroom. There were three urinals, and the Frenchman stood at one at the far end. I took the one next to him and conspicuously looked at his dick. He looked at me, grunted, then turned away slightly, hiding his privates from my view. I leaned over farther, craning my neck to see it. His face contorted into a snarl and he yelled something in French. I pointed at his dick and laughed.
He turned to face me, his dick still out and dribbling pee on the floor. He shouted, then slugged me in the eye. The punch knocked me off balance and I stumbled backward, hitting the wall and sliding down it to wind up sitting on the floor. It was a pretty good punch and my vision faded in and out of darkness in my right eye. I put my hand on my eye and checked for damage. No blood. Shit.
I looked at him with a sneer, pointed at his dick, and laughed harder. He yelled something in French, stepped forward, and kicked me in the face. Stars circled behind my eyelids. I held my nose and checked for damage again. Blood dribbled on my hand. Perfect.
I covered my nose with one hand and held the other one up in submission. "Sorry," I yelled. "Sorry, wrong guy. Apologizio."
He tucked his penis away, zipped up, then kicked me in the stomach on his way out.
I staggered to my feet and grabbed some paper towels from the dispenser. Looking in the mirror, I dabbed some blood on the side of my mouth and made a trail running down, and blotched a little blood by my eye. I used another paper towel to hold under my nose to actually stop the nose bleed. Overacting my stagger, I returned to the table and stood next to it.
Charlotte gasped when she saw me. "What the hell happened to you?"
"Some French bastard just beat the shit out of me," I replied. "He said something about Americanos, then attacked me. I need to go back to the ship and get patched up." I looked at Charlotte with sincerity. "Sorry, Charlotte. We'll have to catch that show some other time."
She looked at me slack-jawed while Knothead stuttered something about kicking some French ass.
I quickly left before either of them could say anything of real substance. I jogged down to the corner where a few taxis were parked and hopped in the back seat of one.
"Continental Hotel, and step on it."
Chapter 19
The French taxi driver spoke enough English to understand where I wanted to go, and he understood that I was off the American ship docked in port. When we arrived outside the Continental Hotel, however, he suddenly lost his grasp of the English language. His meter read thirty francs, but I only had a fifty. When I asked for change, he gave me a French salute: a shrug and a dumbfounded look.
Out of frustration, I left him the twenty franc tip and went into the lobby of the hotel. Darcy sat in a high back chair, twirling a set of keys around her finger. I would have been quite happy if she announced the drive was cancelled and we were going straight to a room upstairs.
She smiled when she saw me and stood up. "Bonjour."
I knew that was hello or good day or something in French, but the way she said it sounded like 'Bone me.' Perhaps I was just caught up in the moment, or fantasizing about her slim figure under that yellow dress.
She placed her hands on her hips. "Wait a minute. What the heck happened to you? Your face is all bloody." Her head tilted back and she gazed at the ceiling a moment. "Don't tell me you got in another fight." She brought her head down and focused on my face, examining my injuries.
I tried to be dismissive. "Honestly, it wasn't my fault. Some French guy didn't like Americans, so he took it out on me. It's no big deal."
She shook her head, sighed and instructed me to go to the restroom and get cleaned up, which I did. I didn't want to look untidy for our date.
My face throbbed a little, but I prettied myself up as best I could and excitement suppressed my pain. The bleeding stopped and I washed all the residual blood off. Except for some discoloration around my eye, it was hard to tell I had the crap beat out of me, and I certainly wasn't going to say why I got a kicking. I came out of the gents feeling good, and looking… not too bad.
I walked up to Darcy. "You look stunning, Mademoiselle."
She dipped her head and her cheeks briefly flushed, then she swallowed in an obvious recomposing move. She smiled. "You look better." She dangled the keys over her head. "Shall we go, Monsieur?"
"Oui." I held my arm out for her to take.
She looked at it. "Umm, perhaps we best not. Not here."
I smacked my forehead. "Of course not. What was I thinking?"
"You were just being a gentleman. That's sweet." She led the way out the door and I followed, helping her into the car when we got there.
Sweet. She thought I was be
ing sweet. Images of her black panties and the word sweet gelled together in my mind.
We stopped at a local market and picked up some food and drink for our outing. Darcy spoke French and laughed with the shopkeeper, probably telling her she couldn't wait to get me in the countryside and screw my brains out. Although amusing, I suppressed the thought to avoid any disappointment in case she only wanted to talk or something.
We got in the car and headed down a narrow road into the open fields. Lush rolling hills extended in every direction, but I was more focused on her legs as she worked the pedals, shifting gears as we worked our way along the winding road. I allowed myself to wonder what those legs would feel like tightly wrapped around my hips as I pushed deep inside her. The fantasy stopped when I realized she would have to agree to illegal intercourse if I was ever going to feel myself thrusting in and out of her palace of paradise.
Darcy pulled into a makeshift parking area off to the side of the road and stopped the car.
She lowered her head to one side and looked at me. A corner of her mouth barely turned up, but there was something naughty in that smile and a glint in her eyes that raised more than just my hopes.
We grabbed our picnic stuff and hiked up the hill. I walked behind her as the sun shone through her dress, silhouetting her perfectly shaped legs beneath the dress. I couldn't remember ever getting so turned on by a fully clothed woman.
We settled down on the grass, overlooking the serene landscape with sheep dotted over the surrounding hills. I felt so relaxed being with her and enjoyed the peace and quiet as the fresh air filled my lungs.
I opened the wine and poured it into the plastic cups we bought, while Darcy served up some cheese on a freshly baked baguette.
We toasted.
I looked into her sparkling gray eyes. "To the most beautiful woman in Europe." I sipped my wine.
She arched her eyebrows. "You mean you hold me in higher esteem than those women you watch in those Swedish movies?"
I choked on my drink. "What? I never said anything— What makes you think I've ever watched Swedish movies?"
She laughed. "Oh. Choir boy, are you?"
Oh my God. The way I read it she was sending out horny signals. Why else would she mention racy movies? "Depends. Are you willing to play a naughty nun?" I held my eyebrows up in hopeful anticipation.
She lowered her head, shaking it and chuckling. "Oh my gosh, Zac. You do have some imagination, don't you? Teachers, cheerleaders, nuns…" She looked at me. "You're willing to do it with just about anybody, aren't you?"
Don't mention Charlotte Kemp.
I gulped the rest of my wine for courage. "Well, if the truth be told, my favorite fantasy would be with a Naval officer, and I'm not talking about the PMA." I stared at her, but she studied the grass.
"Yeah, I thought we were going there." She picked a dandelion and plucked at the top. "You know we can't do anything, right? We don't want to break Navy regs, do we?"
I pointed my finger between the two of us. "Well, it's just you and me." Then pointed upwards. "And I don't think God is going to tell anyone." I slid closer. "And I'm sure you didn't ask me up here to talk about chicken cacciatore."
Her face scrunched up. "Do you even know what chicken cacciatore is?"
"No. That's why I figure you don't want to talk about it."
She laughed.
"Seriously, Darcy. I mean, I'm quite happy to spend time with you in any way you want, but why did you ask me out here with you?"
"You're fun, and you make me laugh. I don't really like violence, but there's something cute about how you keep getting into fights." She rubbed the dandelion under my chin. "And I'm pretty lonely. I've told you, I don't have anyone I really talk to at Site Bravo, yet I'm under enormous pressure. And you keep sticking up for me. I really like that." She lowered her hand and rested it on my leg. "I wish you were an officer. I mean, we still couldn't flaunt it if you were, but it wouldn't be the end of the world if word got out that we, well, you know…"
I frantically waved my hand over my head. "Darcy Novak, you pervert! Don't ever talk about me with my nuns and cheerleaders when you drift into fantasyland with me as a Naval officer. Do you want me to put on an Admiral's uniform or something?"
She smacked my chest and leaned in. "No, a simple Lieutenant would do. Actually, I don't think I would want you outranking me. I shudder to think what kind of orders you might give me."
Our faces nearly touched and we exchanged looks deep into one another's souls.
I was paralyzed by her beauty and my lips could barely move, but I managed. "My only order would be… kiss me."
Her eyes closed and she moved in the last fractions of the inch that separated our lips. Her touch was soft and gentle. My arousal grew in intensity, but I wasn't thinking about having sex with her. There was so much passion in the lightness of our lips touching, like I was kissing the wings of an angel. There was sincerity in the softness.
I moved my hand to the back of her head, gently stroking her short hair, then gripping it tightly. God, I wished she had a ponytail. She pushed her lips harder against mine, then slightly opened her mouth.
Her tongue moved across my lips, searching for my return of passion. I breathed her peach scent, and her fragrant smell increased my arousal. I opened my mouth, gripping her tongue with my own, sucking her deep into my being. I wanted to enjoy every second so it would be forever branded into my mind. Whatever may happen in my life, the glorious moment of our first kiss could never be removed or erased. She pressed her face harder against mine, devouring me. Her sweetness was that of a goddess.
My hand traced the outline of her slender body, passing over her belt and moving toward her chest. I was totally consumed by her, yet expected to feel the hand of 'that's far enough' to stop my progress before I could touch her breasts.
Instead, she moaned, and grabbed the back of my head with both hands allowing me full access to her body. My bulge strained against my jeans in anticipation. My hand rested on her breast and I gently caressed her, feeling what I guessed was an A-cup of softness. My mind blurred for a moment as it sunk in that I was touching up my boss — an officer, and a classy lady. Perfect in every way. My heart rate increased, as did her breathing.
She pushed me back, staring into my eyes — hers dancing with desire. She held me by the cheeks. "The zipper's in the back," she whispered.
My zipper nearly burst open at the invitation. I reached behind her and pulled the zip down. She wiggled her shoulders, letting the top of her dress cascade down her bare arms as she stared at me. I gazed at her beige, scallop cut bra and wetted my lips as desire spread over me. Her nipples were visible through the light fabric. She looked demure as she reached behind herself and unclasped her bra. Slipping the straps off her shoulders, she slowly lowered it to reveal small, perky breasts. Her dark brown nipples stood erect, aching to be licked. Her chest moved up and down from her ragged breathing. I sat and admired her half naked beauty for a moment, taking full advantage of her nudity. She was glorious.
I moved forward and flicked her nipple with my tongue.
She cast her head back and looked skyward. "Oh, Zac," she cooed.
I wrapped my arms around her and lowered her onto the grass, moving my head down to take her exposed breast in my mouth. I gently bit her nipple, while my tongue flicked the end. I moved my other hand around to pinch and play with her other nipple.
She reached down and touched my hardness. "Wow," she whispered. She sounded impressed.
After unsnapping the top of my jeans, she lowered my zipper, grabbed my rigid shaft through my underwear, and stroked me. She slipped her hand inside my briefs and wrapped her long fingers around my torrid extension. The contrast of her cool hand grasping my hot member added to the reality of the situation. Her. Darcy Novak. The most beautiful woman on the ship, probably in the whole Navy, had a hold of me, down there. Oh my God. I could have cum from just the thought alone. I was living my fantasy.
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sp; With my mouth still firmly sucking her breast, I pulled her dress up and slid my hand inside her panties. I didn't feel a lot of hair. She certainly kept herself tidy south of the border, and whatever she did, it was a huge turn-on. My palm caressed her mound, getting a good feel of her light patch of manicured hair. She moaned as I slipped my finger into her moist opening. She twitched, spreading her legs wider. God was she ever wet.
We caressed and stroked each other's most private areas. I needed to get inside her before I had a pre-entry eruption, but I wanted to ensure she was fully satisfied in case my staying power had been substantially reduced by her beauty and masterfully handled foreplay.
She sent tingles through every part of my body and had me on the brink of climaxing, so I grabbed her hand and stopped her from stroking me.
I moved around and knelt between her legs, my erected staff standing straight up for her to see. She licked her lips as she stared at me. I pushed her dress up farther, grabbed the sides of her panties and slid them down, slipping them off her legs. She smiled as she watched me admire her secret area. I knew it! A thin strip of hair covered her middle part, but she was shaven on the sides. I loved the smoothness I felt just moments ago, and now to see it! I twitched with further excitement.
I lowered my head and licked the door of her femininity. She squirmed with excitement at my first touch. I inserted my finger inside her as my tongue licked her clit.
She grasped my head, pushing me deeper inside her with every lick. I loved feeling her hands on my head, guiding me to her ecstasy. I stretched my tongue as far as it would go, trying to reach her innermost sweetness. Her hips thrust up and down and her panting grew in intensity. I held my head still, allowing her to rub her clit against my tongue as hard and as fast as she liked. I grabbed her ass, squeezing her cheeks as her speed increased. I moved my head up and down to her rhythm, licking her harder, using the entire length of my tongue for her pleasure, and making her body quiver. She screamed. Her thighs wrapped around my head and her juices wetted my face. Her screams were muffled by her thighs pressed tightly against my ears. Her jerks were intense and her legs kicked against my back. I continued moving my tongue around her intimate part, enjoying every second of her orgasm. After several long moments, her grip loosened. She panted hard.