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A sailor encounters paradise in paradise; a love story. |
| Pearl-1d * * * * I don’t really remember dozing off, but we both awoke the next morning firmly entwined around one another; naked, with her head resting peacefully in the crook of my neck, my arm lightly resting on her shoulder. I gently kissed her on the lips, awakening her. Looking up at my face, she smiled sweetly, and said, “Damn, sailor boy, are you always this charged up?” Me? Me charged up? I had just been taken on the sexual ride of my life, and she thinks that it was because of me? It seemed that my problem now would be to see how I could follow the act of last night without disappointing her. However, I knew now, in my heart, I certainly wanted to try. The rest of the week pretty much followed the events of today. Beth simply moved in with me for the time being, stopping back at her sister’s apartment to make sure that everything was all right each day, then returning to mine. We spent our time wisely, discovering both physical and intellectual attractions between ourselves, and exploring the very limits of our sexual desires. I’d have to say, it was the most memorable week of my life up until now. We were both avid teachers, and equally avid students in the ways of love and companionship. Friday came all too quickly, and Beth made ready to take me onto the Naval Base to the Medical Clinic for a checkup on my healing process. After helping me into my uniform, she took this opportunity to actually dress up for the first time since her arrival here in Hawaii. I’ll have to confess, she looked awesome. Decked out in a professional business suit; a black jacket and skirt, with white blouse and a tasteful black cravat, she could have decorated any boardroom. How she managed to still exude sensuality through that getup, I really can’t say, but she did. Arriving at the clinic at about 0700, we were greeted by a bit of a surprise. The clinic staff was in the process of assembling in the rear parking lot for morning quarters, and Beth and I were summarily escorted to the front of the assemblage. Instead of the OIC of the clinic at the front ranks to lead Quarters, the Base Commandant was in attendance! What happened next was almost as embarrassing as the act that had caused this moment. I was presented with the SecNav Commendation Medal, with Valor Device for my ‘heroic’ stupidity of grabbing a blazing hot door handle bare handed! Of course, the citation described my actions in a more glowing and heroic rhetoric, and the assembled group broke protocol long enough to give me a cheer! I felt my face turn blazing red. Beth seemed to take all of this in stride, and after the ceremony, escorted me back into the clinic to have my injuries examined. From that point on, I was just a passenger. She received high accolades for the fine work that she’d performed on me during my convalescence! If they only knew the entire extent of her treatment! I could now let my hands go free of bindings and bandages; free for ‘other’ activities… Allowed one more week of convalescence before I returned to full duty, Beth disposed of her acquired entourage of horny little sailors at the clinic doors, and escorted me back to the car and off the base. Returning to my apartment, she helped me change into ‘casuals’ as well as herself, and pulled me back out the door. As I was being jerked down the steps to the parking lot, I asked her, “What the hell are we doing now?” “Celebration, my little hero,” she responded, with a little sarcasm thinly veiled in her voice. Looking closely at her, I thought I noticed just a hint of admiration in her eyes, but I’m sure that was just an illusion. She pulled open the passenger door for me just as we reached the car, and bowed with a grand flourish. We were both grinning ear to ear as we prepared to raise a little hell. * * * * "Pearl-2a"  H -  |
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