I watched from the NEX dive shop as the USS Frank Gable entered the marina preparing to dock. A sadness filled my heart as Laura's sailor was back home unsure when I would share time with my lover again. I tried to lose my self in my work at the University of Guam and my dive master duties as days passed.
When Laura finally called me inviting to their house on base, located on Nimitz Hill, one of the many row houses reserved for married navel personnel, to meet her sailor husband, Mike. I was excited to see her but somewhat nervous about meeting her husband.
Mike opened the door he was a big man standing over six feet tall with short dark hair "Cheri it so nice to meet you Laura's been telling me about all the fun things you did together while I was at sea," he said excitingly, "I'm so glad she has a friend like you to keep her company."
Hugging me in his strong arms and ushering me into their home we drank IPA's and talked sitting at the kitchen table as Laura finished up dinner. As we ate dinner Laura's toes rubbed my smooth shin. Why was she torturing me so? I squirmed in my chair a wetness growing between my legs.
My mind blanking as we all conversed over dinner images of Laure's naked body dancing in my head. Mike talked of how they met, where they have been stationed, his duties on the ship all quite interesting if Laura would of stop teasing me under the table with her cute little foot.