Lost at Sea.
I haven’t been able to be hold a relationship since. No one came close to his sweetness or his tenderness. I think maybe a part of me always hoped he would be the one to walk through my shop door and fix everything. I know it’s crazy. But the government said Lost at Sea. If he was lost, couldn’t he be found?
So when you walked through my door and I saw the white of your uniform, I’ll admit my heart skipped a beat. You weren’t him, but the sadness in your eyes and the rainy misty weather made it feel as though something, or maybe someone, had brought you through my door that afternoon.
It was magical.
From my first hello to you, my heart was beating so fast I thought it would jump right out of my chest. I caught myself doing things out of character for me, like leaning over the counter hoping you’d notice my boobs.
What was I doing?
I never acted like this!
But I needed you. I needed you to notice me.
I moved around the shop, gathering flowers, my back turned to you the whole time. I didn’t want you to see me blushing and I needed to catch my breath. I landed in front of my shop counter, my whole body in front of you, presented to you.
I felt so vulnerable.
Would you like what you saw?
Would you like me?
Usually, I’m invisible to men. They never take a second glance. They like my friends but they don’t even notice me. I’m destined to be alone.
But you notice me.
I see your huge bulge again and my legs sneak their way open, my knees prying themselves apart from each other like the wrong ends of magnets pushing away from each other.
I want you so bad. Just take me right here. I want to feel good, to feel loved, and I want you to feel loved too.
I wish I had the courage to make a move.
“So tell me, when does your shore leave end, sailor?”
What did I just say?
Oh my gosh. This is so not me. I’m so embarrassed.
“I have to be back onboard tonight,” you say.
Our eyes lock. I clear my throat.
“What’s your name?”
“Barr. Bryon Barr.”
You start moving closer to me. I hold my breath.
You lean in close, place your giant, rough hand around mine, and take the bouquet from me. You squat down, your head coming awfully close to where I want it to be, and you place the flowers I’ve gathered in a bucket of water on the floor near the counter. As you come back up, you slide your hands up my body, taking a firm hold of my waist.
“I feel like I know you,” you say.
I lean into you, my body drawn magnetically to yours.
“I know,” I say. “It’s strange.”
“It’s almost like you’ve been here, waiting for me.”
“It is like that,” I say.
“You’re not this kind to every sailor that comes swaggering into town, are you?”
“There was only ever one sailor for me, and he died.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” you say.
I shrug. “It happens. A man can’t join the military and not expect to make sacrifices.”
“That’s true,” you say, and I can imagine you know all too well the sacrifices brave men are forced to make every day.
You look into my eyes and I feel as if my heart has stopped beating. I can’t breathe. I’m holding my breath.
I haven’t felt this way since Erik was with me, and you holding me, looking at me like you’re about to devour me, it’s overpowering.
“Are you sure we don’t know each other?” you say again.
“I’m quite sure. Have you ever been to Everett before?”
You shake your head.
“Well, this is the only place I’ve ever been.”
You lift me up to the counter. You’re standing between my legs and I can feel my pussy getting wet with anticipation. I can’t believe this is happening.
“Well, miss,” you say softly, your hands still holding me by the waist. “You’ve been quite kind to this old sailor.”
“I’ll be kind to every sailor I ever meet,” I say.
“I hope not this kind,” you say grinning, your hands sliding down from my waist to my thighs.
You begin gathering up the skirt of my dress, revealing more and more of my thighs to your gaze.
“No, not this kind,” I admit, smiling.
You reach up under my dress and pull off my panties. I blush. I still can’t believe this is actually happening. After all these years waiting for a sailor I knew I’d lost forever, you come in as if you’re the man I’ve been waiting for.
You slide me down from the counter, gently holding my weight and lifting me to the ground. I land in front of you and look up into your handsome face. Your hands hold me so firmly and you pull me in for our first kiss.
Our mouths have no choice but to meet and you kiss me more passionately that I ever even fantasized about. With your lips smashed against mine, I feel your warm tongue exploring every bit of my mouth. You do it so perfectly. It’s rough and forceful but soft at the same time. I don’t know how you do it. I’m so wet, I’m craving more than just this kiss.
I need more.
I need all of you.
Still cradling me in your muscular arm, you softly run your other hand through my hair and look deep into my eyes. You grab my hair in your first.
I feel electricity flowing through every inch of my body.
I never dreamed I would ever get to feel this sort of connection with a man again. I push from my mind the thought that you’re shipping out again in a few hours. I want this. I need it. No matter the cost. No matter the pain tomorrow when you’re gone.
This short time we have together is a gift.
Be him. Be the man I lost. Even if it’s only for an hour.
Be my Erik.
“Take me,” I whisper. “Please.”
“You sure?” you say.
“Take me now, Bryon. I’m begging you.”
I don’t know who I am right now but I need this.
You unbuckle yourself then lift me with a single arm and put me back up on the counter. You slide your hand up the skirt of my dress. Your fingers touch the lips of my pussy and you feel just how wet I am.
You look back into my eyes like you’re trying to read me, to see if I’m really this wet just for you.
I am.
Only now do you realize just how badly I want and need you. I’ve never been good at hiding my emotions.
I open my legs a little more, showing you that I want this. I’m ready. The cool air touches me and I can’t believe what’s happening. For the first time since Erik’s death, I’m open. I’m willing to take a risk.
I’m willing to surrender to a man.
You pull down your pants and for the first time I see your enormous cock. I gasp. Your rock hard shaft is out at full attention, ready for service.
I lift my dress higher and you pull me closer to you with a great force. The head of your cock comes at me but it’s been so long and I’m so tight. I throw my head back and gasp. Air fills my chest.
The second of pain passes into an ocean of ecstasy.
You’re inside me. Deep inside me. A place that has only been touched once before in my entire life. Tears fill my eyes, but they’re tears of joy.
You look me in the eyes again, but this time I get to read you. I can tell straight away that there’s a connection between us that transcends the ordinary world. It’s mystical and magical.
This is fate.
You kiss me passionately again and your sailor slides further into me, filling me all the way up. I’m so tight, but so wet that it doesn’t matter. You slide right in like I’m the sheath that was made just for you. You pull me so close, so that it’s impossible to tell where your body ends and mine begins.
We stay close, our skin pressed tightly against each other as you thrust into me. Your thrusts are short but powerful and
you hit my wall every time. It feels so good to have another person feel like they’re a part of me, like I’m a part of them.
I feel for the first time since losing Erik that I’m not alone.
Your hand slides under my ass and takes firm grip. Your fingers press deep into my flesh. You lift me up slightly, just enough that you can thrust your manhood into me over and over with even more force. I bounce on your rock hard cock, up and down, your muscles made for this moment.
Your girth stretches me but my juices make you slide perfectly.
This was meant to be. Nothing has felt this good or so right to me in a long time. I need to make sure you’re getting what you need too.
“Take me harder, Bryon. Please. Make me yours. I want you to cum inside me. Please.”
“Beg me one more time. I dare you.”
“Bryon, please, please fuck me. Fuck me so hard that you cum inside me, please.”
You thrust harder and harder. There’s no doubt I’m going to get a nice bruise across my lower back from ramming into the counter.
You put me back on top of the counter, your manhood still so deep inside me. You pull me tight and close, both your arms around my back, my tits pressed right up against you. With the next thrust your mouth grabs hold of mind and you kiss me with such intensity I want to scream.
Pleasure pours through me like an avalanche.
Wave after wave of orgasm crashes through me.
I almost don’t notice your cock pulsing inside me. Pleasure overcomes me as I feel you releasing deep inside. You grab my whole body and hold me closer.
We collapse into each other, panting.
I can’t believe how good it feels. I want to laugh and cry at the same time.
“That was amazing,” you say.
All I can do is nod.
You pull yourself back and slowly slide your shaft out. I feel your juices dripping out of me.
I promise myself that next time we meet, I’m going to taste you. I want to drink you.
You run your fingers through my hair again and look deeply into my eyes. There are no words to be said at this moment.
We fix ourselves up.
You look at the bouquet and your beautiful brown eyes seem sad again. You’re remembering why you came here.
“What was his name?” I ask.
“Who? My buddy?”
“Yeah, the sailor you lost.”
You smile sadly as you open the door.
“Erik.”
I gasp.
How can this be?
Did you really just say Erik?
“What is it?” you say.
I only shake my head. I can’t bring myself to speak. I don’t know what’s going on.
Did Erik send you?
Did God?
Did fate?
What is this?
“You must miss him an awful lot,” I say, tears falling down my eyes.
You come toward me and take me in your arms.
“You must miss your sailor too,” you say.
I take the bouquet out of the bucket and head to the door. I flip the open sign to closed and hold the door open for you.
“I’m coming up to the memorial with you,” I say.
We arrive at the monument and no words are spoken. I step back and let you take all the time you need to remember your friend.
The whole time I’m wondering, was your Erik my Erik?
I’m still too scared to ask.
But I realize I already know the answer. This truly is fate. We were brought together by our love for the same person, and somehow, he brought this about.
When you’re ready, I take hold of your arm and we walk together for the rest of the night, looking at the moon over the ocean, the ships in the harbor, and finally we get back to your ship.
You put your fingers through my hair again in that way that I love, then kiss me softly. Then you turn, walk away, and I wonder if I’ll ever get to see you again.
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