“Shoulda done a friggin’ better job on the zipper.”
“Says you, Mister Engineer.”
Then she shocked the shit out of him. She grabbed hold of his donger and took him full in her mouth, sucking him like a vacuum pump.
“Oh, yeah, Pet, that’s the way. Shit, yeah!” Petula sucked him hard, and licked him all the while. Charlie remembered he’d hoped for some teabagging. He tapped on her blond head. “Pet, do my knackers.”
Without missing a beat, Petula released his cock and moved her mouth lower. First she licked his balls; then she sucked the whole sac into her mouth. Charlie thought he had died and gone to heaven. She rolled his testicles in her mouth like lollies, licking them as she would yummy sweets.
Charlie let her play with him as long as he could stand it. When he knew he wouldn’t last much longer, he stopped her. “I’m ready to shag, my Pet. Let’s do it.”
“Wait, I’ve got condoms in my bag.”
“No worries. I have some right here.” Charlie reached under his mattress and pulled out a small package. Petula watched as he ripped open the wrapper and rolled the rubber onto his prick. “Sailors, and engineers, are always prepared.”
“So are women looking to get laid.”
Charlie grinned and pushed her backward onto the bunk. “Well, Pet, you’re about to get it good.”
With no preamble, Charlie pushed his cock deep into Petula’s body. She gasped and lifted her pelvis to meet his. “Fuck, yes, Charlie, do it hard!”
She didn’t have to ask him twice. He frigged her harder than he had any sheila on the ship. He had only ever fucked a woman this hard during the few visits he had made to a whorehouse in Hong Kong. Petula stayed with him, slapping her pussy against him just as roughly as he pounded her.
Charlie didn’t know how long he could hold on, but she seemed close. He practically growled at her, “C’mon, Pet. Come for me, I want to feel you come.”
“Jesus, yes, I’m so close.”
He wiggled his fingers between them just enough to reach her nipple. Then he pinched it as hard as he could. Petula yelped and then began to shudder.
“Oh, yeah, Pet, that’s it, let it fly.”
Charlie continued to bang her as she shook underneath him. Before she stopped shaking, his balls clutched and he sprayed into the rubber. Petula dug her fingernails into his back and scratched him down to his arse. Another spasm gripped him and he squirted again.
He heard her whisper, “Oh, yes, you’re definitely man enough to get the job done.”
2
Charlie made his eight o’clock watch the next morning. It didn’t matter how hard you partied, or how knockout gorgeous the sheila might be, you didn’t let your mates down. You would show up for duty on time and do your job, even if you had to stand in a cold shower for half an hour to sober up.
He didn’t need the cold shower to sober up this time, but he did need it to cool down. He woke up with a boner so hard he could’ve used it to pound nails. Even the cold shower didn’t do it. He had to have a wank before he left for the engine room. He couldn’t get Petula out of his mind.
Pet had wanted to spend the whole night with him. Charlie knew from experience he should get her back to her cabin while the alleyways were empty. Smuggling a sheila out in the morning could be done, and had been done frequently by his mates, but he preferred not taking the risk unless he absolutely had to do it.
Charlie used his personal copy of the contraband key to unlock the door to the passenger side of the ship. He didn’t want Pet wandering around the ship in the middle of the night alone, so he walked her back to her cabin. She invited him in.
As much as he hated to do it, he declined the offer. He knew he had to get some rest before his watch started at eight o’clock. They agreed to meet that afternoon. He told her he would leave the details with Morgy.
He used his key again to get back to his cabin. That key had a history. When the lock on the door broke, the Captain decided to replace it with a German lock. It came with four-sided keys, which supposedly could not be duplicated.
The Captain kept a key, and gave a few to the master-at-arms for distribution among the ship’s security officers. The Chief Engineer also got one. It didn’t take long before one of his mates got the Chief Engineer drunk and waited for him to pass out so he could borrow the key.
Before returning it, he asked Charlie if he could figure out a way to make a copy. Unable to copy a four-sided key the usual way, Charlie made a wax impression of all four sides before giving it back. Once he had the impressions, he used a rat-tail file to duplicate the grooves onto pieces of metal. Then he silver-soldered the four sides together.
He made several copies. He kept one, and gave one to his mate who had borrowed it. He also made copies for several other crew members, good lads he knew he could trust. No one ever suspected anyone had copies, since everyone believed the key couldn’t be duplicated.
Later he gave one to Morgy. Morgy’s job included overseeing the stewards for the Monkey Bar, who would often deliver food and drinks to the passengers’ cabins. Many times Morgy would also help out and make deliveries, to the crew as well as to the passengers. When he would be asked to escort a woman for a late-night meeting with a crew member, no one would question his being in the passenger section of the ship.
Charlie continued his work on the soot blowers that morning, and again got himself filthy. When his early shift ended at noon, he wanted to catch Morgy before he left his meeting with the stewards who would be on duty in the bar that day.
Knowing the Monkey Bar wasn’t yet open for business, he saw no harm in going there, again looking crusty. Sure enough, he saw Morgy in a huddle with his stewards, going over the day’s work. He waited in the background until Morgy dismissed his staff.
Morgy had his back turned, so he didn’t see Charlie behind him.
“G’day, mate.”
Morgy jumped. “Holy dooley! What are you trying to do? Bury me at sea?”
Charlie grinned. “Christ, why would I want to kill ya, mate? I need you alive, not dead as a herring.”
“Now, there’s a comfort.” As he had the night before, Morgy gave Charlie a once-over. “Been working on the soot blowers again?”
“Spent all morning on ’em. Tonight’s watch should finish ’em off. After my day off tomorrow, I get to work on the bilge pumps.”
“Glamorous work for a ladies’ man.”
“Yeah, I know. I got to go clean up, but wanted to tell you, I’ll need your help again. Pet wants to hook up with me this afternoon.”
Morgy put the clipboard he had in his hand on a table and crossed his arms over his chest. “Is that a fact? Why would she want to do that?”
“I s’pose she enjoyed herself last night.”
“You think so?”
“What, you don’t think she did?”
“I don’t know.” Grinning like a shot fox, Morgy looked past him. “Petula, did you enjoy yourself last night?”
“I certainly did, Morgan. That’s why I’m here.”
When he heard her voice, Charlie wanted to crawl under a rock. “Shit! Pet?”
“Hello, Charles.”
Knowing he looked like hell, he still turned around to face her. There she stood, wearing a smart flowered sundress. “What the devil are you doing in here? The bar isn’t open yet.”