Diez Y Seis Ten And Six

Lo siento. My apologies, readers. No matter how long I live or don't live, I'll always remember this story -- complete with local language usage. Of course, "diez y seis" is Spanish for 'Ten and Six'. "Lo siento" is also Spanish for 'I'm sorry'. One more term to remember is "que" (with a question mark) which translates to 'what' in English. These are important terms to know during this story. As in every story of nearly every language, "No" always means 'no'. Any high school Spanish language student will never forget these words from first year courses. It's very basic. Language lessons concluded. Using these terms adds a little flavor to the story. This leads me to the time and place of this story.

The time was yesteryear, and the place was an undisclosed Spanish speaking island, somewhere in the world with a naval base nearby. All names are changed to protect the innocent, as they usually say -- even though there are no innocents in this case. And all participants had to have been over the age of majority to have engaged in any of the activities described. Okay. Legaleze out of the way. Let's begin.

I smile big time as I recall the scene, but I'm getting ahead of myself. Y'see, in my mind I've already skipped to the end. Again, my apologies.

After two weeks of specialized training in the use of crypto-communications radio gear aboard a not-so-secret military base, the company looked forward to weekend liberty. Liberty is basically time off away from the base and without the benefit of higher-ranking men in charge and supervising over our every move - just what the word's definition entails. Scuttlebutt was we would only get the day of Saturday, since our flight back to home base would be sometime on Sunday. That was good enough for a few friends and me.

We volunteered to take the night shift duty -- which no one else wanted. That meant we had the daytime until 1800 hours to visit the Special Services shack to check out a rubber raft, face mask, and flippers and go to the beach during the day. We had already done our recon and knew the water there was crystal clear azure blue and the sand was like a fine white powder that sparkled under our feet in the sunlight. Oh yeah. This was going to be a good duty for a change.

Duty hours went as expected. With few officers and higher ranked enlisted, essentially, we were in charge of ourselves. We followed procedures, passed along messages, changed our crypto codes at the pre-determined times and without interference from a well-meaning or brown-nosing NCOs causing screw-ups just for something to report, we did very well. The communications log was our witness.

After morning chow, we took a nap until about 10:00 am. This was considered "prime rays" on the beach, so we could all go back to home base wearing a salty suntan. Then off to Special Services and the beach. Our rubber rafts had a window so we could float along the tiny waves and observe the sea life as we paddled around. It only took me three trips diving into the deep to realize that what appeared to be only ten feet deep, turned out to be nearly thirty feet deep. I wasn't ready for that and almost tried breathing underwater.

That would have been unfortunate for me. That's how drowning happens. I gave up trying to capture the Conch making his way along the sea floor. Every day was like that. We only spent a few hours out there, since we had to get more rest before our duty shift began. I got a hell-of-a sunburn that week -- totally worth it.

While the days flew by, the nights grew longer from lack of sleep. We were burning the candle at both ends, but this was a once-a-lifetime opportunity. What's sleep anyway? We could probably catch up on the plane ride home. That day was rapidly approaching.

More scuttlebutt was going around and eventually reached the night crew. Across the bay was a house of recreation for horny military men like us called the Cattleman -- the intention was geared toward steers or breeding bulls. Yeah, right. In civilian clothes, western wear was the fashion statement. We concluded it was a country-western bar of come kind. Scuttlebutt said differently. Little did we know then. We eventually devised a plan that if we were granted liberty, we'd eventually meet-up there and check it out. A cold beer is the same nearly everywhere.

After breakfast chow on Saturday morning, they called Assembly. We stood in a loose formation until someone called attention. Shortly thereafter, at ease. They announced Cinderella Liberty with a mandated return time by 0200. Normally, these ended at midnight, and we had to be back on base. These circumstances were amended because to be back, we had to catch the ferry from the mainland back to our island base. The last ferry ran at midnight. We thought this was rather generous.

Dismissed, we changed into civilian clothes and caught a transport truck down to the docks where the big, gray navy ferry boat to the mainland was waiting for us -- not just us, but anybody who was going over to the mainland. As part of their deal, the navy provided the ferry service free of charge for island residents. As we were excited to visit the mainland, the trip seemed longer than it was. I remember the salt air and the sea spray hitting my face. No wonder there is so much love for sea duty.

We arrived on the mainland in plenty of time that morning to see the village. The people were friendly and smiled as they took our money to visit the old Spanish fort overlooking the bay. We also took a self-guided walking tour using a tourist map to see the 17th-18th century ruins. Naturally, I took a lot of pictures and stopped to buy more film twice. We kept looking at our watches as if we were going to miss the Cattleman. It wasn't going anywhere, and it wasn't going to run out of beer before we got there. We found a so-called, Head Shop and wandered in to view all the t-shirts, incense, and drug paraphernalia that was totally illegal in the states to own, let alone sell openly. That was an education.

The sun was going down and the neon lights were turned on. The village took on a whole new persona. I can see the appeal of small-town living. It was quaint and inviting. Being also a near navy base town, it was also kept very clean. That's what the tourists see. That's what we wanted to see too.

"Hey! Who has the map? Where the fuck are we?"

Dave laid out the map flat on the edge of the fountain in the center of the town square.

"We're here and we want to go there."

We all fingered the map as if it would get us there any faster. The map had a big, black magic marker X marks the spot. We didn't have far to go while we were sober, and it was closer to the ferry dock even if we had to stumble there.

"Perfect. Are we ready, boys? I think that's a big affirmative. Let's go."

By now, we were all ready for that first glass of frosty cold beer. In short order -- it's a pretty small village town -- we stood in front of the Cattleman. It was an unassuming old storefront and converted to a bar. The windows had full black curtains, but neon lights that bid us Welcome and told us Cold Beer on Tap. Just our kind of place. We looked at each other and wondered if the other scuttlebutt we received was also true.

The three of us walked through the double door vestibule to a sight of neon lights, black lights, and a bar of glass blocks also lit for easy navigation. The bar was circular and, in the back, center of the room. There were only a few tables and chairs up front, but they were all vacant. The air was surprisingly clear of cigarette smoke and stale beer. What surprised us the most were the ladies. Ah yes, the ladies of This Night. So far, the rumors were true and there were plenty of them to go around. Each of their shortie nightgowns glowed under the black lights. Their fuzzy slippers matched their gowns. Blonds, brunettes, a couple of bottle red-heads, but in a shade that looked good on them against their olive skin tone.

"Did we just stumble into a Twilight Zone episode?"

Within seconds of clearing the door closing behind us, three lovely petite ladies approached us. They spoke very few words. "Fucky-sucky? Diez y seis." Surprised, I could only laugh. Hell, we were still ten feet away from the bar! I could only answer her in my broken high school Spanish. We should have taken Sgt. Cortez with us. His family was from El Salvador and emigrated here when he was very young. He could have been our translator.

"Lo siento. Not right now. We just got here and need a beer first. Okay? Maybe later?" I don't know if she understood everything I said, but her eyes held disappointment. The other guys did the same in their own ways. We zeroed in on the bar and ordered a beer. We got it in a short, 8oz. plastic throwaway cup. That's fine. We really just wanted to quench our thirst without alcohol induced beer goggles influencing our view of these fine ladies. I took a sip, and another lady stepped up -- a blond this time. She looked me over as I looked her over, but she spoke first. "Fucky-sucky, Yes? Diez y seis." Very matter of fact.

I had to ask her, "Que es, diez y seis.. en ingles, por favor."

I knew what it meant, but I wanted to hear her say it.

"It mean ten dollar for me, six dollar for room. Comprende?"

"Ah, Gracias. Can you come and see me again? I like you. Ah, me gusto mucho." I didn't think that sounded right in her language, but between the rest of us this was beginning to get entertaining. The bar was the center of the action as the girls circled the bar in a counterclockwise fashion. Every few seconds, a guy would select a young beauty and off they would go together. At this point, no one knew where, but we kept a close eye on whether he came back or not. We heard no rumors about sailors getting kidnapped or robbed here, but there's always a first time.

I was near the end of my beer and the girls kept coming around and around, like sharks in the water and they weren't shy about asking every guy there for a turn. I was about to order another beer, when I got tapped on the shoulder. It was that little brunette who stopped me at the door. "You want me now? I show you good time. Promise."

"Lo siento, not right now. Por favor, later? Okay?" Yes, Okay. I admit it. I was gun shy. Sex is a mental game. I was having fun just looking at the beautiful scenery and taking in the variety of exotic perfumes. I needed a second beer to boost my confidence. I wasn't a virgin, but I was at this kind of thing. I ordered that beer. In quick order it arrived. Getting nervous about coming to a decision, I downed about half of it. I looked around some more. That guy I saw leaving about 20 minutes ago was back, so no sign of foul play.

I looked over at a guy from another platoon. He had a woman's nude breast in cupped in his hand and was stroking the top of it gently with the other hand like he would a small kitten or something. As he admired it, he kept petting it. She finally asked him, "Ten and six?"

Being the ass that we all knew he was, he shook his head and said, "Nah!" Then he laughed like a jerk.

Disgusted, the girl pulled up her nightgown costume and walked away, talking to some other girls -- probably putting him on their avoidance list or something. I'll call him Waldo. He even looked like a dip-shit Waldo.

The sweet little blond came back around an hour later and she stopped by to see me. "Ca-an, we go now? With me?"

Still not feeling the courage, but in her eyes, I saw no harm. Remembering a little more Spanish I said, "Si. Como no." Roughly meaning, Sure, why not.

She grabbed my hand like a true prized possession and led me down a long, dark hall at the back of the bar. We turned left onto a stairway and up to the second floor. How convenient. I had to chuckle at the sight. There was a long line of guys holding onto their ladies as if their lives depended on it. The girls had their arms around the guys' waist so they wouldn't get away. I looked down at my petite blond. She smiled up at me. Was there a love connection? I doubt it. There was a lust connection, I assure you.

One by one, the couples stepped up to a desk where a man put an X in a column next to the girl's name and collected the full amount. My girl -- I never was introduced -- grabbed a fresh bed sheet, white towel and a little motel sized bar of soap off of the three stacks on the long table beside the desk. The man said, Numero Diez, then checked another box on his form. So, she led me down the hall to Room Ten, neatly hand painted on the door.

We walked in and she got busy. "Take off clothes. Put chair." So, I did that while she threw the previous bed sheet off the bed and into the corner pile already collected. Then she spread out the clean sheet and got herself naked. The room was a plain square with a full mirror -- for your enjoyment -- along one wall and a single red lightbulb in the ceiling fixture. No windows. Hey, basic is all you need.

So, we're both naked and she grabbed the towel and tiny soap bar and leads me to the bathroom. She unwrapped the bar, tosses the paper randomly on the floor with the others and proceeds to wash my cock and balls -- not roughly or lovingly -- just effectively. There must have been 30-40 little orange bars of soap laying around and a pile of used towels in the bathtub. I thought about laughing but this was serious. This was my life. Holy shit.

We got back to the bedroom and laid down. I started to kiss her and she turned her face at the last minute. I kissed her cheek. Then, she put her hands under her perky little breasts and showed them to me like a prize. They were a prize to behold. I gave her a look as if to ask, is it alright? A quick nod and I'm getting busy on her tiny nuggins. It didn't actually do anything for me except for getting my motor running in my brain. Her nipples were hard on my tongue and between my lips. Her hand was busy massaging my balls gently and grasping and stroking my cock. Yeah, I was still nervous.

She got busy sucking and jacking my cock like we were on a fucking German train schedule. Maybe we were, I dunno. Meanwhile, I fingered her pussy, getting it juicy. It was a pretty shade of pink with beautiful lips. I wish I had my camera to remember them by. I leaned over to kiss them and enjoy them, but I guess she thought I was hard enough and ready for the fucky part of her performance. She pushed me flat on the bed and climbed onboard for a cock ride. Oh, she was ready too. Her tight little breasts only jiggled as she rose and thrust down on my cock. Her eyes were closed. She felt good. I was enjoying the view.

I reached up and held her shoulders and turned her around and into doggie-style. The view of her sweet, young ass was truly magnificent. A little more than a handful for each cheek and curved perfectly to allure. If it were possible to judge, she felt even more perfect having sex this way. Being young, dumb and full of cum, I don't think I lasted long. The last five or six thrusts were deep. I gave her all I had as I dumped inside her. I hated it to end. I could read no emotion on her at all. She tried to smile, but it was clearly fake. It's just business.

I remembered which bar of soap she used in the bathroom in the beginning and washed myself off with the same towel, then got dressed. My dick was happy, but I was sad and empty. It was over and would never be again. I was raised that you had to be in love to have sex. While now precisely a true statement on the surface, I began to realize that the meaning of sex with a woman you love will mean so much more than the act itself as a joining of two spirits, together. This was not it, but it was fun for a while.

Back downstairs, it was time for another beer. I only had half one the last time. Waldo was trying to find a girl who he could to anal with. So far, the answer was always no, but he kept asking just the same. The girl whose breast he held and petted for so long kept circling and giving him the look. I thought it was funny.

A couple of other guys had come down from their upstairs experience, but no one bragged about it. They just had a good time. We all drank our beers and watched the ladies circling the shark tank of the bar. I caught the back of Waldo's head going back down the hall with a girl. "Well, looks like Waldo found a love connection."

We all laughed. We couldn't wait to hear his story. So after about 10 minutes, we all started playing, Where's Waldo only without the red/white shirt and hat.

It was getting late and the crowd of guys was dwindling, but there were still plenty of girls and their perfume had been spritzed up. It was barely 10 o'clock. Bunch of lightweights.

The little girl I met at the door came back to see me. "You want me now? I ready too. We can go? You promise, no?" It was hard to look at her sweet face and think bad things. I did like her. That wasn't the question. We stared at each other for a little bit, then she smiled, and I was toast.

"Do you want to take me upstairs now?"

Her smile widened and she said, "Jes." I took that to mean yes and we left. The line upstairs was shorter, so we got a room assignment quicker. Number 7 this time. It was exactly the same -- single red lightbulb and all. This girl was gentle and sweet. She let me kiss her once. She sensed I needed that. Otherwise, we tended to hug and stroke each other more. I squeezed and gently rubbed her bottom cheeks but not hard. They just felt good in my hands. She squeezed mine too. I liked that. She began to massage my balls while kissing my chest. I stroked her soft hair and massaged her shoulders as she slid down lower in the bed.

She was in no hurry. She was giving me pleasure as if she wanted to -- not just hammering one out. While concentrating on my cock, she didn't leave out the balls and gently licked and sucked on them a minute or so. That was interesting. I got the feeling that if she truly loved a man, she would be a very good sexual mate. She decided to ride me backwards -- facing my feet, hands grasping my shins and giving me a view of her pretty ass while my cock was sliding deep into her pussy. She did all the work. All I could do was watch the red light tinted action. Her lower back muscles were strong, and she worked at her own pace. I got the feeling that she was getting some pleasure from this too. Her breath came faster, as did mine.

I felt that I wanted to be in a hugging position when I came. I tapped her on the shoulder and motioned for her to join me on the bed. She laid down beside me and I kissed her nose, looking deeply into her dark green eyes. I rolled on top of her and held her close with my forearms tightly at her sides baring my weight. I slipped back into her and began moving slowly. I scanned her face and looked her in the eyes as I slowly moved. She didn't just lay there and take it. She tilted her hips up to receive me and pushed her hips down as I withdrew. I hoped she was getting some clit rubbing in the process. It sure felt good to me.

I had a flash of something I read and gave it a try. I pushed in only the head for nine strokes, then one deep stroke. Then I pushed in the head for eight strokes and then deep for two strokes. I continued until the count was nine deep strokes. That's a fine plan on paper, but it wasn't long before it was all long, deep strokes and in a rapid fashion. I was past the point of no return and she was nodding yes, yes. I kept going.

Finally, I lunged forward and held my cock deep inside her, jerking as I spilled my cum inside her. I held her tightly and whispered softly in her ear, "Lo siento. Lo siento."

She looked at me, smiled and smoothed her hand down my face and said, "Is okay. I enjoy good." We hugged side by side for what seemed like a long time. When we both decided, it was time to go, we got ready, dressed and left. Before she left, I kissed her cheek.