Part 3 is named "A Night of Liberty in Perth,' and was written before we came up with a sequential numbering.
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Back in the late 1990's I was a heavy user of AOL chat rooms and one night, completely out of the blue, I received an instant message from a Navy wife in Norfolk, VA. I was a naval officer at the time and my profile said that. Her name was Carol Ann and she was a very young Navy wife with some questions about Navy rules when her husband was to deploy. She had asked her husband these questions but felt she hadn't gotten straight answers. I was pretty sure he was feeding her a line of bullshit and I answered the best I could.
That started a nightly chat schedule and after only a few weeks our friendship was solid and I even found myself chatting with her mother, Alex, as well. I'll stress that we were friends and with my being almost twice Carol Ann's age, a rendezvous never occurred to me.
Carol Ann began to confide more and more. One day she told me of something that had happened between her and her husband. Her husband's ship was going to Florida and she decided to surprise him when they had a port visit by driving down to surprise him. Her husband was pissed she had showed up, told her he had plans, and made her feel like crap. She said she had cried the entire drive back to Virginia. I told her I'd never treat my wife like that and a surprise visit would be wonderful. I'd greet her with a nice kiss and find a quiet hotel room for the liberty period and we'd stay there.
Over several months my relationship with mother and daughter deepened. Carol Ann, Alex, and I talked a lot about relationships and how to get through long separations. Never openly sexual but bordering on it when I talked about how reunions went after a deployment... hours in bed and lots of re-bonding. They seemed to drive the conversations toward that topic.
Her mother was more open about her situation with regards to love life and relationships. She was a widow and had been married for about 15 years when her husband was killed. She hadn't dated or anything else since his death 3 years earlier. She had experienced a series of "female" problems, had lost her ovaries, and had a breast cancer false alarm, which scared the hell out of her... and was part of the reason she had decided to start "living" again. A person's mortality comes sharply into focus at times like that.
She had sent me her picture and she was a pretty typical Mom. Nothing stunning but pleasing to the eye. She never asked me for a picture and I preferred it that way. They knew I didn't send pictures via the internet to anyone for any reason.
She was happy that Carol Ann had introduced her to me. I was the first guy she'd really talked to for quite a while. She was very computer illiterate and only used AOL chat with me and Carol Ann, no email or anything else.
A few months went by and the Navy needed me to do some work in Little Creek.
I told them I'd be flying into town for two weeks and they got really excited deciding what I needed to see and do. Carol Ann's husband had left on a deployment 2 months earlier and her mother was up from where she lived in North Carolina to stay with her.
I talked my command into flying me out on Friday vice a red eye on Sunday by telling them I had relatives in the area and would not claim the two additional days in the BOQ for per diem. I got into Norfolk about 3pm and to the BOQ at 4:30pm. The nice lady at the BOQ desk had put me into a VIP suite for some reason. I told her I didn't rate one but she just told me to enjoy my stay.
Around 5pm there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find a petite little red head and a slightly taller and older brunette standing there. The little red head stepped up and hugged me, a full on body hug like we were long lost friends, it was Carol Ann and Alex.
Carol Ann had a lovely southern accent, was petite at about 5 ft 2 in. tall, maybe 105 lbs., shoulder length red hair, freckles, smallish breasts, and was wearing a yellow polo shirt, yellow knee length skirt, and sandals. Mom was bigger built and a mature woman at about 5ft. 6in. tall, about 140lbs, long dark brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, very full breasts, Mom hips, and was wearing tight fitting ladies slacks and a red polo shirt. They were both very easy on the eyes.
They came in and sat down for a few minutes as I washed up and got ready. Alex was particularly impressed with the room. It was a VIP suite which was essentially a 1 bedroom apartment with a with walk in closet, living room, bathroom with a large tile shower, and a kitchenette. I asked them what they had in mind and they recommended a little place for supper. The chemistry we shared on the phone was even greater now in person, we were laughing and talking like we'd known each other for years.
We headed out for supper to the nice little diner they recommended. When we finished I paid for supper and we got into the car. Alex was in front next to me and Carol Ann was in back. We drove around a bit as they showed me the area, including where Carol Ann lived. Alex kept her hand on mine as they showed me around. We got back to my room around 9 pm. The rest of the evening was spent sitting and talking. At midnight Alex mentioned I had to be exhausted and got up to leave. I thought to cast a net and see what I caught and suggested they just stay since it was so late and there was a fold out bed in the couch so we'd not be in the same room.
They initially were really hesitant and I went into the bedroom on a concocted reason to leave them alone. I came back out about 10 minutes later and offered them two long shirts as nighties. With a huge cheesy grin I said, "I have night shirts..." as if that would be the tipping point in making a decision. I'm a big English Premiership League fan and had kit from several clubs.
Much to my amazement, they agreed, with provisos of course. I insisted they take the bedroom and I'd settle in on the couch. We separated and I got undressed, to my underwear because I don't bother with PJs when I'm traveling.
Yes, I warned them about that.
The bedroom door was visible from the couch and I had a clear line of sight hoping for a voyeured view. I got comfortable with a pillow and sheets and kept an eye and ear on the door knowing women simply cannot go to bed unless they pee first. Sure enough the door opened and out came Carol Ann.
She was bare foot and wearing a Chelsea shirt which reached to mid thigh. She had a nice set of legs, nothing was in view in the bedroom. A few minutes later she came out of the bathroom and when she opened the door to the bedroom I was rewarded with a view of Alex on the far side of the bed. Her back was to me but she was only wearing panties and was bending over straightening up her clothes on a chair. She hadn't put on her shirt yet and I had a clear view of her panty covered ass.
Alex had a Mom ass, meaning full but not Kardashian mega ass. Her hips were not hugely wide like some women after they've given birth and turn into wide-loads, they were of a decent spread which said, "I'm a mother." She turned just as the door closed and I caught a brief side look at her tits, nice and full. Not perky like Carol Ann's but far from saggy, probably 34C.
The night was quiet and I woke early and hopped into the shower. While I was in there I heard a knock. I turned off the shower and said, "Yes?"
"I gotta pee!" It was Alex.
I hurried and walked by only in my towel, brushing by Alex who was in her ManU shirt. Her perky nipples made it clear she was still braless.
I waited outside the door, she finished and gave me a kiss on the cheek as she walked by.
I got dressed and watched the morning news until they began to rattle around. In and out of the bathroom they went and I got an eye full each time, ya... of legs but I like legs.
They decided to head home for a spell to change clothes. I went to the McDonald's for breakfast and returned to the room the same time Alex drove up. She said that Carol Ann had forgotten she was going to go out with a friend, Stacy, that morning but would join us later in the day.
