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Carmen And Chuck

Carmen And Chuck

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Carmen and Chuck

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I prefer to be wined and entertained before I give it up, but then I want to give it up. I try to keep terms and standards in mind and enforce them upon myself, but they are pretty low. It seems that the less marijuana and alcohol I consume, the more urgent my need to come, or more correctly, my need to come with a pussy, or a mouth.

At five feet six inches, a woman with long, natural blonde hair is always noticed when moving in a public location, or crowd, at an airport terminal, or a bus station. I had gotten bred every time I hung around the bus station in San Diego until the police began working the drug traffic, as the busses would bring sailors and Marines. They were easy to spot and horny as any man I ever found. My understanding is that as soon as the protests began, the bus station became overrun by drug sellers, and it became a violent place in San Diego. So, where in San Diego would you go today? This was 60 years ago.

It was nearly every weekend lately that I was set up in the Grounds Maintenance Group 469 Senior NCO barracks with a Supply Clerk, a Yeoman, a Ship's Steward, or the Captain's Chief Steward and Chef, with wine from the Officer's Club grog locker.

The kitchen was small, compact, and heavily fortified, and the stores restocked by the Supply Depot for seven-day-a-week deliveries of goods ordered before eight a.m.

My Quarters were at eight a.m. like all the Navy, so I would interrupt the food preparations to ensure I was not placed on report.

In some commands, Muster, Quarters, or Roll Call, was where the Orders Of the Day were read by the Officer Of the Day using the ship's intercom. If no announcing system was used, the leader of the Muster Section would read them, or a broadside would be handed around, read, and acknowledged. Everyone left Muster, knowing what their day would be until it wasn't.

Today wasn't, and you may enjoy this tale, or is it spelled tail?

I will keep it short since this isn't horribly interesting, as much as it is a story about changing your life--that is, unless you once served in the U.S. Navy.

Imagine a 1960 rural California High School graduate from a small farming community. He was skinny, immature, and strong as a seasoned farmhand, which he had been. He wasn't a hayseed; he was pretty darn smart relative to the others in his high school class and was placed in charge of a U.S. Forest Service Firefighter tanker crew on the first day out of High School. He went to the college nearby the next school year but without enthusiasm or desire.

After realizing he was wasting his time, he volunteered for the US Nuclear submarine fleet. He was accepted and sent to ETN 'A' School on Treasure Island in San Francisco Bay for 37 weeks.

One weekend, he went camping on the Russian River near the Korbel Winery, where he broke his neck when he dove into shallow water. He was removed from the Navy's school and the Nuclear submarine program and eventually became a fleet sailor with a reduction in his service contract to four years instead of the original six years.

He served shipboard for two years in the amphibious fleet out of Long Beach, CA., and then was transferred to a Special Forces Amphibious shore unit designated Beach Jumper Unit 1 (BJU-1). BJU-1 was located at Coronado Amphibious Base on the Strand, outlining the west side of San Diego's Bay.

The base wasn't secure, but the BJU-1 Compound was.Β  It was surrounded by a concertina wire-topped 16-foot chainlink barrier with the concertina at the top and the bottom of the enclosure perimeter. There was a drive-thru gate and no sign of what happened inside. A foul weather-covered water-proof telephone hung on the barrier with a yard light that hung over it. He got connected, and two years later, he called a ride to exit the compound as he separated into the civilian world.

The base required special clearances for taxis, so he had called the base motor pool instead. The 1940s vintage jeep that arrived was driven by the natural blonde long-haired sex toy from earlier in this tale. Instead of immediately after Quarters that he was supposed to be released, and after all the tangled security releases, interviews, and sworn statements, it was about six in the evening when he called the motor pool.

Carmen was her name. She had been released from kitchen duty because the regular driver had been dispatched to a catered event at the base commander's quarters. Fate, I think, is what it could be called.

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He loaded the little he had to remove from the compound and was happy to be separating, so he asked Carmen, "Would you like to eat dinner at The del Coronado Hotel this evening?"

"Are you joking?"

"No. I have a dinner reservation for 9:45 in the bay window booth. The meal for two is ordered, and the wine is breathing. I was going to take my sister, but she delivered her baby two weeks early this morning."

"You know I want to, sailor. What do I call you?"

"Chuck."

"Carmen."

Well, Carmen, If we need to ditch this Jeep, we can get a taxi."

"We are good until eight o'clock at Quarters."

"Take a right at the corner. Pull in at the curb in front of the Western Wear Store."

"Come on, Carmen, let's get across the street. Hurry, Carmen. Tonight is supposed to be fun. Come on."

When Carmen realized they were at a rental store, she was getting a little wary, but she had come this far. After all?

The surprise was a good one, she found.

Chuck told her that any dresses she wanted were hers for dinner and the evening. He sat back and watched as she first looked through a few, and then a woman appeared with two dresses on hangers.

As the lady directed, Carmen went behind a dressing screen and, with her assistance, changed even her lingerie and redressed in one of the dresses, with heels, and purse. The lady took Carmen's hand and walked her to a mirror then stepped back as Chuck sat upright stunned by the beautiful woman and her outfit. His smile was contagious, and all three smiled and then laughed.

The assistant was slipped a nice tip and then she said, "I watched Milady getting out of that Jeep and thought she might want this other dress as well. Can we try it on now?"

Behind the screen, the two again made complete changes, and Carmen stepped out to see Chuck with a startled look. His jaw stood open when he saw her in a white full-skirt dress, not unlike the famous Marilyn Monroe on the vent dress.

Again, all were pleased, and Chuck suggested that she wear that dress.

They agreed. He made arrangements for the rental store to retrieve the dresses, and then they drove to the Hotel. He insisted they promenade, and as they left the lobby, he went into the men's store, where he changed into his civilian suit for the day.

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On the promenade, he bought them a cheese and chocolate plate with

Champagne. The view was of the Pacific Ocean pounding on the beach.

Chuck broke a few minutes of silence by saying, "What could be better?"

A few minutes later, Carmen answered, "To be in bed with a cock in my ass, mouth, or vagina if you were asking a serious question. If you were not serious, I resent you interrupting a perfectly beautiful silence."

Chuck said, "Which?"

Carmen said, "All."

He crooked his finger. "Follow me." He whispered.

Fooling around while they dressed in their dinner clothes. Chuck called the restaurant and asked for the dinner he'd ordered to be served as room service. He asked that the entire meal be delivered at one time, and it arrived at exactly nine-forty-five, the same time as his reservation.

The dinner required three room service carts and three waiters to set the dinner out before the three backed out with a huge tip.

Chuck poured the light sauvignon and offered it with truffles and brie cheese as they stood looking out across the night view of the sea.

"Naked."

They both reached for buttons, fasteners, clothes, shoes, jewelry, and modesty, all of which they shed.

In the next few weeks, they found a cheap apartment in National City and took up housekeeping with a vengeance. She continued to serve, and he attempted to insert himself into the civilian world of the San Diego area.

At night usually, as early as five-thirty, they would be wrestling, fucking, and playing in bed. One evening, they were not drinking and were not as tired as usual, so they were sitting in their bed eating fried chicken from Popeye's when she began to cry.

Carmen appeared deeply disturbed, so Chuck swept the dinner debris onto the floor. He wrapped her in his arms and rocked her steadily, crooning to her. They held each other when she asked, "Will you ask me to marry you?"

"Will you marry me, Carmen?"

"Thank you, Chuck. I needed to know I wasn't wasting my time."

Carmen went on, "Were any biscuits left? I have the honey."

Chuck sat there stunned and silent. He couldn't believe what he'd experienced.

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