First Contact_(1)

I’ll be honest; I was in the Navy at this time. I know, I know, ha ha ha. That’s a log story, not about a sexual experience. I’m not attracted to men; I love a woman’s figure, all the way. If anyone has been to Virginia, you’ll believe this.

I was bored one night, and went to a bar just outside of Portsmouth, by the shipyards. I didn’t know anyone, so I sat at the bar, and just got a beer and a shot. After my second beer, and about two more shots, I was buzzing pretty good, and started to look around. There was a dirty blonde at the end of the bar still alone. She was talking to the bartender, and seemed a little upset. I figured he was family, or maybe a protective father figure. She noticed me looking and gave me a hollow smile. “Daddy,” noticed me, and raised an eyebrow. He shot her a “watch it” look, and came down to see if I need another drink. I asked the all too familiar, “What’s up with her? She family?”
“My niece, from Brazil.” Was all I got out of him. He gave me the, “Don’t fuck with her!” look. She was looking my way, with a nervous smile, s I decided to go talk to her.
“You know, a girl as pretty as you shouldn’t be sad. You should smile, and brighten up the world.” Corny line but I’m a guy, and I was drunk.
“Nice line, not too original, but nice.” She smiled. Her uncle was glaring at me, and she looked a little nervous under his glare. You could tell she was interested but very nervous with me as well. I just chalked that up to my appearance.
I’m not a big dude, but I’m fit, and strong. I’m what they call a snipe. I work in the hole, greasy and sweaty. I’m also on the Fire Party, so I have to be strong to hold that fuckin’ hose down. I also shave my head to hide my Ben Franklin hairline. I was bald at nineteen. I’ve been told that it looks intimidating.
“You can relax, I’m not gonna hurt you.” I smiled.
“Only my feelings.” She whispered, with a nervous smile. The smile turned to a frown. “I’m not like other girls. My father, whom I haven’t seen since I was eleven, told me to get the fuck out of his face, and never come back. Every boyfriend I’ve had since I came back to the states, have dumped me, or beat the shit out of me. So please understand, I think you’re very cute, and sweet, but I have reasons to be nervous. Like I said, I’m not your typical girl.”
“Well, as long as it’s not like a Springer thing.” I smirked at her. She winced and looked away. “What’d I say?”
“You wouldn’t understand.” She started to get up.
“Wait, I’m sorry. What ever it is, I’m sure it’s not that bad.”
“You’d be surprised.”
It was getting late, so I asked if she wanted to get some coffee another time. She smiled, and replied, “Yeah, that’d be nice. I’ll be in here the next three nights, working for my uncle. I get off at 3am, we could go then.”
“Sounds good, I’ll see you day after tomorrow. I’ve got duty tomorrow.”
“I’ll see you then. My name’s Alex, by the way. What’s your’s?”
“I’m Ryan. I’ll see you then.”
She got up, and I could see her frame as she walked away. She had strong thighs, and a beautiful Latin ass that bounced when she walked. A thin waist that tapered in like an hourglass. She wore sexy “Fuck Me” boots, and had nice medium firm tits, that bounced with every step. I was in love.

The whole next day, was torture. I convinced my LPO (boss) to let me have the next day off, so I might be able to get lucky. I couldn’t wait to see Alex again.
I showed up at 8pm to see her. She was behind the bar getting some fat slob a beer. I walked up and said, “Hey, can we get some service here for Christ’s sake?”
She smiled at me and brought me a beer. “This is from the lady at the end of the bar.” She smirked. I looked down and saw what had to be the greasiest fat assed, Sea Donkey, I’ve seen in a while. I shivered, and took a long drink.
“Thanks!” I tipped the bottle at her, and got her attention. “Thanks!” I said again, and winked at her. She gave ma a puzzled smile, and waved, then turned back to the bar. “Yep, I’m gettin’ lucky tonight.” I took another drink, as she slapped my shoulder.
“You’re an ass!” She smiled.
“Hey, I was being thankful. I’m might be able to get with that.”
“I’m not woman enough for you, am I?”
“If I can’t get with her, you’ll be next in line baby.” I looked at her tanned face and pretty brown eyes.