Another holiday away from family, and though I was on land and had the means to fly east to see them, I just chose to remain in California, and enjoy the warm weather during the "most wonderful time of the year."
"Paul, did you route a leave request," Dan asked. "I haven't seen a leave request for you. What are your plans?"
"Sir, no plans," I told him.
Christmas Eve was four days away, as he and I were the last to leave the building on such a beautiful Friday before. He seemed a tad worried that I wasn't seeking to go home, but I was content remaining where I was.
"You got money to go home," he asked.
"Sir, I'm fine," I told him as he started an inquiry.
"You were deployed before you came here, during the holidays. You know what its like to not be around family," he added. "And what's with the sir crap?"
This was the beginning of a pseudo interview, of him trying to figure thinga our with me. It was 6 p.m. and from what I could see through the blinds, the sun was declining, and felt it was the perfect opportunity to inquire.
"You even have any plans for the weekend," he asked.
"Dan, I'm good," I told him.
"You're damn good, but that's not what I asked. Are you seeing anyone right now?"
"No!"
"Ouch. And why not?"
"Because I'm not," I said as I began to get agitated.
We went through a ring of questions to where he asked "the real reason he and I stopped fooling around."
"You're my boss, you're married, and throw in a bunch of other reasons," I told him.
It was now that I knew I should've left the office, for I fucked up as the conversation would transpire well into the night.
"Dan, I gotta get home now," I told him after two hours.
"Bullshit. Go have a drink with me and Celeste," he said. "I wanna hang out."
I was thinking of us "hanging out," and what it would lead to. I didn't want to get in bed with him again as it dredged feelings, and awkwardness I just couldn't deal with. We worked too close together and I already caught heat for being "the captain's personal assistant." I needed to draw the line, and have it apparent across the board.
"I'm not taking no for an answer," he said, as he mentioned a place in downtown Long Beach that was adjacent to the Queen Mary.
He knew I loved downtown Long Beach, a place that was considered a sanctuary for me as it was similar to the waterfront I experienced in Virginia.
"Go home, get dressed, and meet us there," he told me. "And plan to spend the night at our place."
"I'm not spending the night anywhere but my bed," I told him.
"No hanky-panky. I promise," he told me. "Just as a precaution if we drink too much."
I gave in, and we agreed to link up at 8:30. I rushed home via the 605, showered, shaved and got dressed in a business casual get up before hopping in my car for the lounge. While driving, I replayed our encounters and became hard all over again, thinking of one time when he sucked my cock from behind, or another when he tongue fucked me until I came. Dan's phenomenal oral game had me ready to cancel the link as I knew the urge would resurface on this evening, but then I realized I was in control, and really needed to get out and have a good time. 20 minutes after leaving my place, I would park directly behind his car, as he and Celeste, a tall, slender drink of water, were hopping out of their vehicle.
"Timing couldn't be more perfect," he said as I noticed he shaved his mustache. "And oh man, you smell incredible."
He was bold enough to acknowledge my scent before he introduced me to Celeste. She just stood there, in her low cut dress and beautiful smile, as if he didn't subtly disrespect her.
"Celeste, my queen, meet Paulie. Paulie, my queen."
She and I shook as she, too, wore a lovely fragrance while her smile was blinding. She was absolutely gorgeous and Dan looked 20 years younger with his mustache gone and hair combed back. We went inside, and were seated immediately as he seemed to know the staff, and they catered to us in our private section of a the venue of light jazz music playing in the background, with a dark blue tint of light throughout. I ordered a margarita, and they would have their drinks as they would come expeditiously.
"This is a nice place," I told them before we got into small talk.
Celeste, who with Dan had three adult sons, I would learn was a Broadway dancer, and a huge community activist, as she lived for community service. She was at her age of 60, and bad to the bone with her long, dark hair, and barely a wrinkle to her face in which she credited to her Venezuelan and Irish roots. She was refreshing to talk to, and made me wonder what she saw in her paltry husband.
"Dan is absolutely the love of my life," she said, as she credited her wonderful life to his prowess.
Dan acknowledged her the same, then they kissed, with me wondering what she knew, or didn't know, about her sweet bear. Spanish music started to play, and Celeste, being a former dancer, showed she was still spry, and hopped up to show off some moves.
