Ch. 31: Are You Done Yet?

Chapter 31: Are You Done Yet?

As I lay there after that mind-blowing orgasm deep in Connie’s ass, my mind was a jumble. This sexual fantasy land was, clearly, illegal. The city, selling raffle tickets for mutual sexual slaves? I mean … come on. And open sex in public? Questionable but certainly gratifying and, apparently, consensual and tolerated. Then there’s my still unfulfilled Partner For a Day obligation. I was stuck here until at least midnight.

I thought about weighing anchor first thing in the morning. My mind was flitting about. But who was this Chad that I kept hearing about? He held some sort of record. I saw him at the raffle when the young teenage boy won Chad for the week. Wondered how their day was going.

Suddenly, I became aware that Connie had dismounted me and now lay alongside, twirling my hair around her finger. “What ya thinkin’ bout, Sailor? Wondering what my requests are gonna be? Hoping it’s gonna be something you like doing, Sailor?” “Ah, yes, exactly what I was thinking about. I think we should rustle up some grub, refill our drinks and discuss it over dinner.”

We found ourselves in the same corner booth at the only bar in town, where Carla works. Carla brought us waters. “What’ll it be today, Partners?” I replied “Our usual Sea Breeze and single malt. Make mine a double, please. Oh, and we’re not Partners. Neither of us bought tickets.” “I don’t care if you bought a ticket or not, Sailor. I just want to be there when you beat Chad’s record.”

“What is this record?” I asked. Carla and Connie looked at each other and had girl talk without saying a word. They both turned toward me and said, in unison, “We’ll let you know when you’ve beaten it.” With that, we ordered our food and Connie ended with “And bring our drinks now, please, but keep an eye on us before you put in our order.” Carla gave Connie an understanding nod and disappeared.

Once Carla left, Connie wasted no time. She looked me in the eye and said, straight up, “Sailor, I have a request. I want you to suck my clit and lick my pussy, right here, right now.” “Here? Now? What? How?” “I’m gonna lay on the table, legs spread, and you’re gonna stand or kneel between my legs.” Holy cow! What had I gotten myself into?

She gave me a blank stare and abruptly stood up. Just then Carla returned with our drinks and she helped Connie clear enough of our booth table for the upcoming events. As Connie got herself situated on the table, her back against the wall so she could watch, I pounded my drink. Connie got her dainties removed and had her snatch at the edge of the table, poised and ready to go. With her drink in one hand and her other busy at her crotch, she said “She’s ready; are you?” I motioned to Carla to bring a refill and emptied my glass.

Her pussy was attractive, in a down home, rugged, fuck me every day, fuck me for hours straight, sort of way.