With nothing better to do
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Dutch found himself at a combination jazz/wine festival on the beach. Eyeing the women as they walked or sauntered past, and enjoying the bossa nova sound of a Stan Getz imitator who wasn't half-bad. His gaze followed two surfers as they successfully rode a fairly large wave into shore.
It brought back memories of his all too brief stint in the Navy Seals. Back in 1971 Dutch had busted his ass getting into the Seals. He had completed three years in the navy, most of it in and around the waters of Vietnam. His specialty was under water demolition. When the Navy Seals recruited him he'd jumped at the chance to be among the elite, but fate intervened. Just prior to graduating from the intensive training program, he'd been given one last assignment off the cold, wet beaches of Coronado, California. Their team was testing some new equipment and was diving in 75 feet of water. His partner, a kid named Rolf Amoundson, (it was Amoundson who gave Bob the nick-name Dutch as a means of demonstrating that they were brothers.) was the first to have his test equipment fail. Amoundson's air-valve stuck and Dutch wasted precious seconds trying to get it operational again before his own quit. Amoundson was already in trouble for lack of oxygen, and as Dutch struggled to bring his unconscious teammate to the surface, he too fell victim to a lack of oxygen and passed out. But not before he managed to jettison the heavy equipment and sent them both hurtling to the surface. Amoundson didn't make it. Dutch himself got the bends and nearly died.
After a long period of hospitalization, Dutch realized his dreams of becoming a Seal would never become a reality. He became depressed and remained so until by chance he struck up a meaningful conversation with a black surgeon named Robert Ruark shortly before he was due to leave the hospital and return to duty.
They found they had much in common; became good friends, and as a result, his depression lifted and Dutch was motivated enough to become a corpsman.
Because of his heroic background, the Navy was happy to provide him with the necessary training, and he found he not only enjoyed the work but was highly proficient at it. When his hitch in the military came to an end his good friend, Doctor Ruark got him a nursing position at a busy Los Angeles Hospital.
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Returning to the present, Dutch watched a young woman walk past in a thong bikini and realized he was in need of a pipe-job, or good piece of ass.
With such thoughts lurking in his mind, Dutch followed two young, well-proportioned girls for a short time — probably underage — but in this environment that was a difficult call, all they wore were skimpy bikinis, so who knew for sure.
He continued to meander through the crowd, sampling the mostly red wines; always following the sipping with either a cracker or slice of cheese, or both.
Then he spied two women. It was the bright colors they wore that caught his eye. Dark reds and deep yellows, swirling around as the two frolicked in the surf close to the high tide wall. He walked over and stood nearby until they ended their water dance. Then he softly applauded them. Both women smiled self-consciously, pleased with the attention he was paying them. One appeared to be much older, perhaps in her late fifties; the other was in her mid-thirties.
Mother and daughter?
He wondered, as he smiled and introduced himself. Both women had big tits, something to which he was partial too. It was evident both women had had more than their share of wine because as he stood in front of them their eyes darted back and forth from his face to his groin with no thought of concealing their interest.
The older woman's name was Sue. The reality of it was that she was actually 63 years old, but with her dirty blonde hair and size DD tits, she belied her age. The younger one told him her name was Rosa. Although she had some Mexican bloodlines in her features, her Caucasian lineage dominated. She was strikingly pretty, with long black hair falling past her shoulders and prominent breasts jutting out of her peasant blouse, like ripe melons waiting to be picked.
Dutch's eyes roamed both their bodies and he felt himself hardening. The two acted like girlfriends, but something just didn't jell with Dutch, and he still held onto the possibility this was a Mother-daughter team.
They were still in the social process of making polite conversation and getting acquainted; the usual bullshit that people go through on first meeting. Sue had just finished telling Dutch a dirty joke, when an obviously Mexican woman about forty, ran up to them. She was highly excited and wanted to borrow Rosa's pickup truck.
"But why?" Rosa asked. "We're gonna be leaving soon, ya know? So what's the rush?"
The woman glanced at Dutch and decided to ignore his presence. "You got the camper shell," she said, running her words together.
"So?" Rosa said, growing curious.
Sue leaned her breast into Dutch's arm, and he almost missed what followed.
"Okay, okay! I met this guy!" Even with her dark complexion, Dutch noted she was flushed and sexually excited.
"Maria," Rosa said calmly, "you're always meeting guys."
"You don't understand," she blurted, "this guy has the biggest cock I've ever seen!"
"Oh!" Rosa gasped, and her hands went to her face.
"I gotta get him to fuck me, Rosa. I just gotta!"
"That's different," Rosa said. "You can use the truck on one condition."
"What? What?" Maria was obviously in a rush to leave, holding her hand out for the keys.
"I go along with you. This big prick can screw both of us."
"Si! Si!" Maria shouted, gleefully and they ran off together leaving Dutch and Sue standing there.
"Well that developed in a hurry," Sue said, pressing her breast even harder against his arm. Dutch leaned into the pressure, and asked Sue if her wine was okay, or did she need a refill.
"I'm all right," she replied.
"Me too. In fact, I'm fine with things as they are." he said, laughing at the absurdity of the situation.
A knowing expression on her face as sue said, "Really?"
"Ah, truth is I feel like I've been rejected," he said and winked at her.
"Don't. My Rosa loves big dicks. Hell she'll chase after one if she sees it on the street." This confirmed his suspicions that they were mother and daughter.
