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I’ve had to soak away a lot of bruises and sore muscles after beachside and ocean training maneuvers. I flip on the hot water and go hunting for the right supplies. Under the kitchen sink, I find four Sterno cans from a camping trip I took with Cab a year ago. Two matches later, I have the bathroom lit up with makeshift candlelight. The room smells vaguely of alcohol from the gel fuel, and I have no fruity shit to erase the smell, but, fuck, it’s the thought that counts, right?
In the bedroom, a sleepy Charlotte is sitting on the edge of the bed, yawning and stretching. Her heavy tits move enticingly, and my previous boner perks up in attention.
Someday soon, I need to fuck those tits.
“I’m too sore for whatever you have in mind, and I have to pee.” She holds up a hand as if to ward me off.
“I’ve a better idea.” I stride over and scoop her into my arms. I nudge the bathroom door open with my shoulder and set her on the edge of the sink. “How about an early morning bath?”
Charlotte looks at the tub full of water, steam rising in small wisps above the surface, and purses her lips together in approval. “I like this.”
Then she sniffs.
“Don’t have candles,” I admit. “I’m using camping fuel.”
”This is the most romantic candlelight bath I’ve ever taken,” she declares.
I leave her to use the bathroom in private and scrounge up an apple and a banana and a couple of pieces of toast. I don’t have much food, but there’s no point in buying anything. We’re going to take off to Dallas soon.
Charlotte is already in the tub by the time I return. I place the plate of food on the side of the tub and climb in behind her. “Want the jets on?”
She nods, and I flip the switch. As the jets motor up and the bubbles rise, Charlotte leans her head back to nestle into my shoulder. I tuck my rock hard cock into the hollow of her back and arrange her legs over mine. The tub isn’t made for two people, especially when one is my size, but as her slippery body rubs against mine, I can’t find a thing wrong with the situation.
“Mmm, this is a good idea . . . camping candles and all.”
I remind myself that she’s sore and that her soft moans and wet skin aren’t an invitation. The big head is paying attention; it’s the head between my legs that’s acting like a heat-seeking asshole.
“Tell me about your business, baby,” I ask, anxious to take my mind off of how easy it would be to lift her up and thrust my dick inside her hot hole.
“What do you want to know?” The little devil shifts again, and I’m half convinced she’s mocking me with her body, testing the limits of my self-control.
Desperation has me searching for a topic to get my decision-making process out of my cock. “Worst client,” I blurt out.
She ponders this thoughtfully and then says, “I don’t really have a worst client because I try not to work with assholes. I’ve only ever taken on clients who’ve been recommended, and that cuts down on the bad seeds. Plus, you have to keep in mind that they’re going through a huge change in their lives, so it’s going to be stressful. And you just have to take that in stride and know that whatever the source of their unhappiness is, it isn’t you. You can’t take it personally.”
“Like Patricia,” I grunt, thinking back to the scene at the bar last night. We’ve all had our Patricia run-ins, but like Charlotte we kind of understand why she’s uptight and unhappy. “LT is a good officer, but he fucks around on her a lot. She could probably report him for conduct unbecoming, but she likes her position as LT’s wife too much.”
“I thought the SEALs were a largely male organization.”
Before I answer, I flip off the jets. They’re noisy and Charlotte appears in the mood to chat. “Plenty of women around. When we’re stationed overseas, there’s a ton of support positions. There are women in supply, nurses, lots of women in the Air Force, and so there’s always opportunity. Plus, not every place is as restrictive as, say, the Middle East. Far East or South American assignments have plenty of, um, available ladies.”
“So your nine-year celibacy is a pretty big deal.” She tips her head back to stare at me.
She has no idea. A rueful smile tips one side of my mouth up. She pokes a wet finger in the corner of my lips.
“You can’t smile like that and not spill.”
Playfully, I bite her finger. Then I suck on it. Her mouth falls open, and her breath catches. Yeah, how about a little payback, you tease.
