Ginger Takes Me For A Ride

27. Ginger Takes Me For A Ride

I had decided to move on from paradise. I felt the urge to explore new places, new experiences, new people. But first I wanted to sample the wares of those I was leaving behind. Once more, just for posterities sake.

It was approaching dinnertime. My earlier gyrations with Carrie and Celine had left me famished. I opted to visit the on-site restaurant, knowing that Carrie would be there. Carrie was my conduit to Ginger, my next target.

When the bell rang as I opened the door, Carrie looked up. A broad smile stole her face. I sat at the bar and she came rushing over. After our quickie fuck at lunchtime, she still had a satisfied, appreciative twinkle in her eye.

“Welcome back, Sailor!” she said with much enthusiasm. “Our visit at noon certainly did wonders for my mood. Everyone’s asking if I got a pay raise or something. Thank you.”

I smiled back at her. “Yes, it worked wonders for me, too. Your, uh, equipment is definitely top drawer. Very nice.”

I ordered a sandwich and a beer. When she served it to me she remarked “Ginger’s stopping by in a few. She has something to drop off for me. Just thought you’d like to know. Enjoy your meal.”

Before long, the bell tinkling indicated a new arrival. Statuesque Ginger entered holding a small cardboard box. Upon seeing me sitting at the bar, the look on her face morphed from mild surprise to genuine intrigue to steely determination. She fixed her riveting stare on me and approached.

“What a pleasant surprise to see you here, Sailor. I thought you were long gone.” She perched on the bar stool next to me and placed the box on the bar.

Before I could reply, Carrie came rushing over. As the girls engaged in their back and forth chatter, I finished my meal. I only had one ear tuned to their conversation. I was lost in thoughts of what surprises Ginger might have for me. At one point I did hear bits and pieces of “This will be perfect, thanks … quickie … lunchtime … marvelous.” Knowing sighs and a quick side glance from Ginger.

Ginger finally ordered a Manhattan and we sat and talked for a half hour. We kept our voices low so as not to be overheard. Ginger was telling me more inside stories from her active porn days. I, of course, was getting rock hard and wondering how I was going to walk out with a raging boner.

“Ginger, those stories are amazing. In all the years I’ve watched porn, the thousands of orgasms it’s provided, I had no idea of what went on outside of the camera’s eye.