Ch. 77: Surprise Visit From Charlotte

Chapter 77: Surprise Visit From Charlotte

The party in the Captain’s Lounge was in full swing when I arrived. There were about 30 or 40 people milling around. Every age, every persuasion, every body shape was in play. And, of course, the hotties from the office were there, tending bar and flirting with the guests.

Being a newcomer, I didn’t recognize anyone initially. Often, you’ll bump into other boaters that you’ve met in other ports. I didn’t see any, although I did scan the crowd for Carrie. I remembered our encounter on my first day. Eventually I spotted her, off in a corner with a few others gathered around, engrossed in conversation.

When I got to the bar, one of the cuties that had helped me tie off at my slip waited on me. “Greetings, Sailor! Glad you could make it. And Sally and I really appreciated that handsome tip you gave us. Jobs at this marina don’t pay very well and your “contribution” certainly helped. With that in mind, the first drink’s on the house. What’ll it be Captain?” I made sure she noticed as I slipped a $50 into her tip jar. I wanted to ensure top drawer service for the duration of my stay. I got her to pour me a solid 4 finger scotch.

As I meandered through the crowd I’d acknowledge various boaters, all in little groups deep in conversation. I still hadn’t seen Gloria, and Carrie was still deep in conversation with her group. Suddenly, I spotted a very familiar face off in the far corner. But I was confused. I knew her, I just knew her, but not from the boating world. Seeing her here in a marina was totally out of context. I wracked my brain trying to place her. Where did I know her from?

She was in a corner talking with several guys. She’s tall, long beautiful brown hair, large expressive eyes, oversized boobs, and hips that don’t want to quit. I cautiously made my way over towards them, still trying to place her. Where did I know her from?

As I got close, she saw me and suddenly squealed out “Sailor! Sailor! Holy Fuck! What are YOU doing here?” I answered “Honestly, I’m trying to figure out where I know you from.” “Well, you dumb shit. I’m Charlotte. Remember? We used to work together several decades ago. We’d have lunch together every day.” When she mentioned having lunch together, she gave me a wink.

Wow! Charlotte. Standing right in front of me, in flesh and blood. My mind exploded with a flood of memories from such a long time ago. Lunch time blowjobs. Pussy face washes. Raunchy sex in the back seat of my Town Car. Raunchy “anything goes” sex at her apartment. After the office closed sex in the conference room. Sucking and fucking here, there and anywhere. I was dumbfounded to see her, totally out of context.

She easily dismissed the several suitors who were crowded around her, all hoping for some action. “Gentlemen. I’m sorry but Sailor and I go way back and we have a lot of catching up to do. I hope you don’t mind, if you could give us some private time.” They all looked somewhat defeated but sauntered away, leaving Charlotte and me alone.

I went first. “What the fuck brings you to here? I mean, you live up north, this is Florida; you’re not a boater, this is a marina. I mean, really … what brings you here?” “It’s a long story.