Celine Does Me Good

26. Celine Does Me Good

It was only noon by the time I had finished my quickie with Carrie. I made a sandwich and had a couple more beers. I debated whether I should approach Celine or not. She was really good sex, that was certain. But there was the whole sordid mess with her ex-daughter-in-law, Vista, that complicated matters. I wondered if Celine and I could have a rendezvous without any mention of Vista.

There was no way to find out but try. I called Celine’s number. She picked up on the third ring. “Hello?”

“Hi, Celine. It’s Sailor. Hope I didn’t interrupt anything.”

“Oh, no, nothing important. I’m just sitting here doing crossword puzzles. Hey – you’re smart. What’s a 7 letter word for ‘rod stripped her bare’?”

“Uh, 7 letters, huh? How about ‘disrobe’? Does that fit?”

“Let’s see. Uh, D, okay, I, okay, S, okay, R, okay, O, okay, B, okay, E. Yes! You’re a genius, Sailor! Now, what’s on your mind?”

“Well, disrobing right now!”

“Ha, ha. Very funny. No, seriously. What’s up?”

“I was sitting here, doing nothing, and thoughts of you crowded out everything else. I thought that if you weren’t busy you might like to join me in some day drinking. I’ve got the whole afternoon free.”

“I’ve been bored out of my mind and could use a distraction, Sailor. I’d love to. Your boat or mine?”

“What’s your booze locker look like? Mine’s fully stocked.”

“I’ll be over in a few.”

Celine arrived at half hour later. She was in her mid-40s but looked much younger. Her blonde hair hung past her shoulders, parted in the middle. She had a cute almond shaped face and rather deep set hazel eyes. Her attire was designed to enhance her body. Her button up blouse was knotted around her midriff, very stylish. It covered some ample yet not oversized breasts.

Her exposed midriff was flat, honey toned skin, and flared into moderate sized hips. She wore seersucker shorts, loose fitting. They covered nicely formed thighs. Overall, she would demand a double take if you passed her on the street.

“Welcome aboard. Why don’t you tell me what your drink of the day is? I can whip up just about anything your heart desires.”

“Why don’t we go with a daiquiri? That sounds refreshing on a day like today.”

“Daiquiri it is, then.”

I disappeared below to make our drinks. I heard her phone ring. She answered and immediately lowered her voice, speaking in hushed tones. I could faintly hear her talking but couldn’t really hear what she was saying. She obviously did not want me to hear her conversation. The only thing I clearly heard was Celine’s raised voice saying “He invited me here! I had nothing to do with it!”

When I returned I handed her her drink. “Everything okay?”

“Much better now that I have this drink. Thanks. I need this to calm my nerves.”

I decided to chance my luck and pry.