It was a holiday and I was far away from home in Long Beach, California working two jobs to earn enough money to eventually turn around and come back home to Saugatuck, Michigan.
Long Beach was an exciting new environment for me but I missed home and was lonely despite the fact
of having two nice room mates.
I had picked up and moved to California on the spur of the moment with Lori. She had been training me for the past two weeks to take her place in a company run by a high powered female executive who bore the title of Vice-President of Manufacturing.
I had won the job over one hundred other applicants (though in retrospect) I was probably the least qualified of the top ten. The Vice-President had simply taken a liking to me and vice-versa. She was leaving for two weeks but had felt confident that her capable assistant Lori, could train me as her replacement.
As fate would have it, the job overwhelmed me and demanded more office skills than I had been learning at nearby business college. To make matters worse I developed what I thought at the time was a bad case of sleeping sickness - narclopsy.
Because of the narclopsy, I would fall asleep in the middle of the afternoon at my desk. Because I never had anything like this before or after, I can only conclude that it was pure fate this happened - that I was never meant to have that job, but I was meant to meet Lori and end up in California.
Finally at the end of the two week training period I was to learn from the head hauncho that she was sorry but it was not going to work out for me to take Lori's place as her assistant.
She said if there had been more time, she was STILL confident I would have been perfect for the job and that she had simply underestimated the time it would take to train me in certain areas.
I was heart broken but wished it had of worked out if for no other reason than the obvious fact this woman was such a diplomat and would have made an excellent mentor for me.
Anyway, the vice-president picked out a much faster learner than I was. Lori then spent her remaining week training the new replacement
In a few days, being the nice person that she was, Lori checked up on me to see how I was coping with the pain of getting fired so quickly.
Finally on the night she was due to leave for Long Beach - she called to say goodbye. Before we hung up she said:
"Are you sure you don't want to come with me?"
I laughed and said:
"OH SURE. LIKE THAT'S SOMETHING I WOULD DO!"
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We had no sooner said goodbye, when I called her right back and said:
"LORI, WERE YOU SERIOUS ABOUT ME COMING WITH YOU?"
She immediately confirmed that she was; I said:
"OKAY, I WILL COME WITH YOU! WHAT TIME?
Lori told me:
"Midnight. I want avoid all of that Chicago traffic."
I stopped ironing clothes and grabbed a legal pad.
Writing a "will" I left all of my earthly possessions to my room mate Trischa, including my expensive new TV, silverware, record collection and classic books.
My reasoning in doing this was so if the rent came due and Trisch had not found a new roommate, she could always sell my stuff and raise enough money to get by for another month.
At midnight Lori showed up at my door. She helped me finish packing. When I came to Saugatuck, I had one suitcase. Now I was leaving a treasure trove of stuff behind and taking TWO suitcases with me,
I felt rich and free.
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I never thought we would get out of Chicago.
We drove all night seeing exit sign after exit sign and finally when we saw the sun coming up, we stopped at a gas station and learned we were still in Chicago.
Eventually we found the right exit, and were on our way to St. Louis , MO. I drove to let Lori sleep until we reached Springfield, ILL. Here we stopped for lunch and piled up on snacks to take with us.
It was a wonderful trip and I marveled at all we saw.
Finally we made it to Penasco, New Mexico which is fifty miles off the Santa Fe Trail high in the the San Mateo Mountain range of southwestern New Mexico. Located within the Apache Kid Wilderness of the Cibola National Forest, it lies in the southern half of the range, far from any paved road.
Access is difficult and traffic on the surrounding trails is very light. If it wasn't for five eager young hispanic boys in an old jallopy that kept motioning us up the winding roads into the little ancient village, I doubt we would have found it so easily.
Nestled at the base was an adobe styled Catholic Nunnery and Convent where Lori's older sister was a teaching nun for the predominately Hispanic students.
This tiny town of 500 people including the convent, was to be our home for the next few days while we enjoyed the hospitality of the good Catholic Sisters.
All of my life I had sang the Star Spangled Banner
with its line about the "Purple Mountain Majesty"
and now, here I was looking out directly on a "Purple Mountain Majesty" from the convents large guest room. I was surprised to see that the mountain staring me in the face, was indeed purple even though it was actually called the "Blue Mountain".
Looking down on the court yard I saw a
tall handsome sailor with blond close cut hair.
He seemed out of place somehow and I wondered
what had brought him to this remote place.
After taking a bath in the convents ten foot long old fashioned bath tub on legs, I wrapped myself in a towel and went back to the long open window.
My sailor boy was now playing with one of the students who nudged him and pointed up at me.
Sailor Boy smiled and waved. I waved back
and wondered how I could arrange to meet him before we left.
Before long Lori and I shared lunch with the students in the school's cafeteria. To my delight Sailor Boy came over and sat down next to me on the long wooden bench. He introduced himself as Arondo Z. Vandenburg from Holland, Michigan.
Arondo - like Lori and me -was also en-route to Long Beach. He said he was stationed in the U.S. Navy Ship Yards aboard a U.S.S. Merchant Marine ship that was in the process of being repaired in the Long Beach shipyard.
Arondo's parents were on vacation and taking him back to Long Beach from New York City.
Long ago they had adopted one of the orphans who lived at the convent and were using this trip as an opportunity to finally meet the little boy they had long supported financially.
Arondo said he would be leaving right after
lunch. I wanted to give him an address or a phone number but before I knew it he was gone. I looked down on the bench and saw a photo that must have slipped out of his uniform. It was a photo of his ship and he was standing in front of it. A sadness fell over me and I wondered if we would ever meet again as I slipped his picture inside my blouse next to my heart.
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Now here I was biding time with a job in downtown Long Beach, hoping that after Christmas, Lori and her boyfriend Ken, would soon be returning to Saugatuck, Michigan with me.
It was Thanksgiving Day and the three of us
were having fun excitedly roasting a Butterball turkey
and making the trimmings to go with it.
As we sat around the kitchen table sharing what was left of the white wine that we had put in the gravy, I told Lori and Ken about Arondo, the sailor I had met and how he was probably at this very moment down on one of those ships at the pier.
When I showed them the picture of Arondo standing next to his ship on the pier, Lori and Ken's eyes lit up and they encouraged me to take the car and go down to the ship yards to see if I could find him and bring him back to share Thanksgiving dinner with us.
I drove down to the waterfront, and as luck would have it, I immediately found his ship and asked to speak to the commanding officer.
I showed the officer the photo of his very own ship and and Arondo standing next to it.
Explaining who I was I said that I was looking for Arondo Vandenberg and wanted to invite him to our home for Thanksgiving dinner.
The officer told me to wait and he'd be right back. To my surprise and delight he returned with a beaming Arondo who was grinning ear to ear. I ran over and gave him a big hug.
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I think Lori and Ken were surprised and pleased when I returned shortly with my "catch of the day".
We all got along great and enjoyed pleasant conversation while eating a wonderful dinner.
Afterwords we went for a drive in the misty white fog and looked at Christmas lights on many of the beautifully decorated homes in Long Beach.
As we were returning to the apartment, Ken and Lori said they leaving shortly for San Diego to stay with old friends for the weekend.
They hinted that if Arondo remained on leave he could spend the weekend with me if it should work out that
way.
I looked at Arondo and he looked at me. There was no way that this was NOT going to happen!
That night after Ken and Lori left we sat at the
kitchen table and talked. Turned out we had much more in common than we ever realized and that we even had enjoyed the same football games when Hope College played Michigan at Ann Arbor.
Later that night totally exhausted we cuddled on the sofa and got to know the feel of each others bodies without getting prematurely intimate. We soon fell asleep in each others arms and never woke up until morning.
The next day we walked downtown and had a truly fun day walking along the "The Pike" where various booked carnivals played year around. It felt like we had always known each other.
By nighttime when we returned to the apartment we were ready to fuck each others eyeballs out.
I put the key in the door and looked up at Arondo's standing over me. Our eyes locked and my pulse quickened. Breathlessly I pulled him down to my lips and whispered in his ear:
"I want to love on you; I want to take care of you and feed you this entire weekend."
We clung to each other and clumsily staggered in the door. I heard the door close and the dead bolt engage.
He said:
"I give you full permission, providing you let me take good care of you as well."
Without a word we hugged our way into the bedroom where he laid me down on the bed and began playing with my hair, kissing my lips and licking the entire length of my neck. Neither one of us said a word but the hall echoed our sighs - our soft groaning filled with passion.
Soon he carried me over to the bed and with the feather pillows, he propped me up at the head of the bed and removed his uniform while slowly undressing me at the same time.
Laying down beside me on the bed Arondo held me close, nuzzled my neck and smothered my mouth with his wet deep kisses. Our tongues fucked each others mouths as if predicting what was to come.
Locked in each others embrace I searched and found his tight hard ass as he did mine. I loved the feel of his cock growing hard between us. I reached down and petted it through his boxers while he moaned:
"Put your hand around it, stroke it - like this ...yeah....like that. OMG Babe, I want to be in you and fuck you all night long."
He was hard as a diamond and just as slick and shiny.
I moved my hand up and down his shaft with great ease. I then arched against him and felt his fingers move up my spine. With a tantalizing combination of sexual demand and natural given response my body relaxed into his. Soon I felt him nudging my thighs far apart with his legs where I longed for his cock to be - in my womanhood. I cried out for his manhood and was confident I would not be denied entrance.
As I guided his cock into my cunt, I felt his finger searching for my tiny a-hole. I instantly knew I wanted him to stick me good in both places.
I carefully rocked against him wondering if we dared, if this would be the night my virgin ass would find a pleasure it had never known.
I almost forgot about this when I felt him sucking on my nipples driving me wild with electrifying shocks that jolted my greater core. The second his erection penetrated me; he nearly came.
He made a guttural moan and I felt his body quiver.
To allow him time to gain control, we moved slowly, carefully. Then he began once more to gradually slip and slid in and out of my sopping wet mound of heavenly venus.
The slowness - the carefulness - the deliberateness - became delicious torture and yet at the same time a driving irresistible drumming chant that lured me into his web of debasement.
He knew just what to do and how fast to do it - when to pause and when to speed up. Faithfully I followed his every move until he suspended all thrusting and reached over to the bed-stand.
Grasping my beautiful new glass dildo that had silently served as a day time sculpture, he placed it in my hands and begged me to fuck myself so he could watch.
Helping me to get it started he soon let me take over.
Coming in from behind I felt him tease my tiny pink ass hole with the tip of his cock. Lubricating his rod with nearby oil he slowly penetrated me with his stiffness. Carefully but steadily moving in and out the tightness of my back door free'd it up and allowed him to fuck me harder.
As he worked me from behind I continued to work myself from the front with the glass dildo. I shoved it in and out in perfect tandem with his back stokes.
The combination of his cock in my ass hole against the pressure of my filled to the limit cat house was a double whammy that felt so good it came close to being an unbearable pleasure.
We came to the brink over and over again until I was reduced to begging and pleading with him not to leave me like this - to please sink his cock into my hungry cunt. At last he straddled my hips and hovered above me.
Seeing him above me with thighs wide open holding
his swollen throbbing erection I thrust
against him hard with everything I had to give.
Tight, wet, and hot my cunt grabbed at his cock and we began to move in and out like a well greased slow pumping finely tuned machine.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" my voice of carnal knowledge begged him. "Never ever stop fucking me! Take me over that mountain, please, please. OMG!"
When we came together there was no doubt. The vibrations of his body and mine exploded. It felt more like the 4th. of July than Thanksgiving. Our earth
shocking bursts of energy melted us together in a way I had never known.
Laying peacefully in each others arms I settled into his body contentedly and silently blessed the U.S. Navy for delivering me one of its finest for a Thanksgiving.
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Note: Inspired by four U.S.A. Sailors
Dedicated to all U.S.A. Sailors
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