This is my first try at erotica. I'd love any input that will improve my writing. This story is dedicated to every wife that has stood on a pier or in a hangar watching her husband leave, not knowing when she will see him again.
She was standing on the pier at Pearl Harbor, a bundle of nerves. Pacing back and forth for what seemed like the thousandth time. Hell, they were all wound up pretty tight. These were the wives of the USS Morton, a naval ship that had been on an eight month cruise with a convoy of other ships. The assorted wives and girlfriends had signs and banners welcoming home their loved ones. She was one of the youngest at 20. It had been a long deployment, and while the wives had stuck together to keep each other company over the long months, they were so focused on what was to come that they barely noticed each other today. Their eyes were on the entrance to the harbor, looking for any trace that the ship was finally arriving. When navy ships make port they line up according to the rank of the commanding officers, higher rank equals a better spot on the pier. The Morton's CO was new, and so the Morton came in last and was to dock at the end of the pier. The ship was scheduled to pull in around noon. Most of the families had gotten to the pier early, not able to just sit at home and wait any longer. New babies, small children, teenagers, parents, girlfriends and wives were spread across the waiting area. Everyone was dressed in their best. Again there was comfort in knowing that every other woman out there was feeling about the same, desperate to feel the arms of their man wrapped around them.
Carla had begun planning for this day right after she had tearfully dropped Jay off on this very same pier eight months ago. They were so in love, and if she focused on making the homecoming special, she thought maybe the time would pass a little faster. She worked in an office in downtown Honolulu, had friends, went to the movies, and read tons of books, but none of it made up for going to bed alone every night. All of her friends back home thought she was living in Paradise, but actually, it was hell when you were all by yourself. She cried herself to sleep the first week, and decided she was going to become very good friends with her vibrator. She would lay in bed think about how he kissed her, how her needs had always been important to him. He had massive thighs and a compact tight ass. His cock was about seven inches long and had a circumference of about 5 inches when he was aroused. He fit into her perfectly, as if they were made for each other. She thought of how his hands roamed all over her, claiming every part of her body. She fell asleep most nights thinking of him, after masturbating herself to a screaming orgasm.
It wasn't like she didn't have the opportunity to play with others. She was living next to the base, a base that housed thousands of sailors. Most of them far from home and lonely just like her. That fact was made perfectly clear every time she walked from her house to the base pool or the commissary. She was about 5' 5", a size 11, 36 C breasts, had long sun bleached blond hair, and deep chocolate eyes. While she was normally light skinned, living in Hawaii had given her a nice tan. She had every opportunity to find comfort in someone's arms. Once when her brother-in-law, Pat's ship came to Hawaii, she met him at the pier with a lei, and a kiss. He was one of the few crew members with family on the island, so while he disembarked the ship to meet her, most of the others watched from the deck. She placed the lei around his neck and gave him a big kiss and hug. For the benefit of all his buddies still on board and watching, they hammed it up. She announced to all who could hear that he'd gotten lei'd. They received a rousing round of applause and cat calls from all the guys leaning over the rails. Pat got two days of leave and she took him home and gave him a home made meal. They talked about family and how hard life at sea was. They went out later and met several of his friends at the enlisted club. That night alone Carla had at least 5 offers, and more drinks bought for her than she could possibly drink. The club was crowded, and she danced with Pat and some of his shipmates. One of them in particular was very sweet, pale skinned, and rosy cheeked. He danced with her several times, and made it very clear that he was interested in any thing she might offer, no strings attached. It was very tempting, and she could have had her pick, but she really did love Jay. They trusted each other and she was not going back on her vows.
She thought of all of this and more as she paced up and down the pier, growing more anxious by the minute. There had been lots of lonely nights, but now she had a wonderful surprise waiting for him. Finally the ship pulled slowly into view and the crew, dressed in their best while uniforms, was lined up at attention along every rail. The sight took Carla's breath away. She knew that one of those men up there was her man. As the families saw the ship come into view, they cheered loudly and many started to cry. The ship pulled carefully up to the dock and the lines were tied. As family members spotted each other you could hear squeals of delight. There was a small ceremony, some music was played and the moment they had all waited eight months for had arrived. The crew was given permission to go ashore. Carla stood there scanning the men as the walked off the gangplank. All around her were families kissing, and hugging, and crying. She saw men holding their new babies for the first time, and lovers entwined, forgetting the rest of the world around them.
Somewhere in this crowd Jay was making his way to her. She watched the flow of men spilling off the ship and she finally saw the one she was waiting for, scanning the crowd searching for her. Her chest started pounding, and she started waving and yelling his name. The whole world stopped when his eyes met hers, nothing else existed except the two of them. They made their way through the crowds of families and lovers never losing sight of each other, and she threw herself into his arms. He dropped his bags and surrounded her with his whole body. They kissed long and hard and deep, not yet believing they were in each others arms, tears spilling down her cheeks. He pulled her back to take a good look at her, and wiped her tears, before kissing her again. His hands were all over her, trying to convince himself that this was really happening, he was really home. After a few moments they moved aside to make room for the other reuniting families. He noticed that she had a light raincoat on, and while it rained a little almost every day, she had never worn one before.
"Oh baby I missed you so much" she whispered into his ear, "I've got something special for you."
He looked her over, slipped his hand between the buttons of the raincoat, to feel ...nothing! "What do we have here?" he growled, his eyes sparkling.
She pulled him close and gave him a quick peek at what was under the raincoat. She had on a lacy black bra, matching g-string, garter belt and stockings.
"Oh baby, your killing me, I'll never make it home," his voice thick with passion.
"We don't have to make it home, not yet at least," she replied with a grin on her face, "Come with me." he grabbed his sea bag, she picked up his other bag and she led the way toward the parking lot. He followed her through the crowds and then as she wound her was through the cars. She turned toward him every few steps with a curious smile on her face, and raw sex in her eyes.
As they got away from the crowds, she turned to him to explain, "One of my co-workers has an old panel van, you know honey, one with no windows, and she let me borrow it for today." She was beginning to pant with excitement, and he couldn't keep his hands from sneaking under the coat. The van was parked under some trees at the edge of the parking area. She took the keys out of her pocket, and opened up the back doors. He was surprised to see that the van was outfitted with a mattress, comforter, with a small bar off to the side. It was an old chick-mobile from the 1970's. They threw his bags in the front seat. As Carla eased herself into the van, the raincoat came off. Jay was pretty surprised, because they had not yet closed the back door of the van. He jumped in and slammed the door behind him, his clothes flying off at lightening speed. His cock was standing at full attention, with just his briefs covering it. She was on her knees, eyes intent on him.
"Come here, baby," she purred, "let me help you with that."
She grabbed the waistband of his underwear and slowly slid them to his knees. As she did so her mouth slid over the tip of his cock and he twitched. She kissed the head, teasing him. She turned sideways, keeping his cock between her lips, and looking into his eyes, slowly eased her mouth down until she had her nose in his pubic hair. She eased back up and repeated the process several times. She knew this was driving him crazy, and she grinned at him. He grinned back, grabbed her head on either side and held on tight while he fucked her mouth, desperate for release. In just a few moments he squirted what felt like gallons of hot cum into her mouth. She had never tasted anything so good. He fell back, pulling her with him.
