2 comments/ 9514 views/ 1 favorites Under the Pier By: LargoKitt Jannie had a headache. That's why she had told Ramon she wouldn't meet him under the pier after dinner. But he wouldn't take 'no' anyway. She would have to see him even though she was still feeling Charlie on her skin. She could still smell him; something sweet, but not like flowers, more like one of those perfumed candles, the ones they burn just inside the doors of St. Ignacio. It was a really old smell, a Bible smell, older than anybody she knew, way back, past the time her grandparents first got here, or the day Tio Max came with the elephant head cane. Now Papi had that and it was the same one he hit her with after her first time, only he didn't even know. Maybe he figured, but he didn't know. Not for sure. She wasn't even late home. But she had forgot to feed the dog that morning and it had made a mess in the middle of the kitchen. Besides she couldn't look at him straight and ran up to bed first. So he followed and hit her. Probably he drank something, too. Maybe her hair smelled like Charlie. She pulled some under her nose but she couldn't tell. Jannie crossed her legs, very tight, the way she did when she needed to go pee but was still on the subway. She could almost feel Charlie's leg against the outside of hers. How come men had so much hair and women didn't even if they didn't shave? Well, there was Rosa, but that was different. She had a mustache, too. Charlie wasn't really hairy. He just had nice fuzz. She pushed away a thought, her lips tightening on something that wasn't there. Do you suppose Ramon picked the pier on purpose? But how would he know that that was her and Charlie's special place? He hadn't been around all summer and Tico and them, his friends, didn't hang anywhere near there. She just got one teeny letter about how it was working with his dad in Canada, the chips of stone as they came off the hammer and sometimes cut his skin when he had his shirt off. She thought he just wanted to make her think of him that way. But maybe even seven hundred miles away he smelled something else. Maybe he could just get a whiff of that candle smell on her letters. Maybe he guessed something when she skipped a day and didn't write him. It wasn't easy, writing him. Her father always looked at her cross-eyed when she was writing stuff, really, like cross-eyed and his mouth like this little fish. They didn't have much books in the house either, just two Bibles, one in Spanish, one English and some beat up fat romances he wouldn't throw out even though Mami was gone a year and seven months. Jannie loved the pier the best of any place she had been and that included Disney World. Even when there was other people she felt all by herself, best when the tide was out and she could walk under it practically all the way to the end, the waves that came sideways around the big black posts trying to sneak the sand from out from under her feet. All the way out at the end you could see where it got deep all of a sudden and when the light hit it right you could see the fish. The fish were smart because almost never did they get caught by the people up on top hanging their lines down into the water. One time though somebody got a flounder, one of the ones with both eyes on the same side of its head, brown on that side and naked belly white on the other. She saw it come flopping up out of the water right near her face. It did its dance in the air as whoever pulled it up out of sight and people all cheering up there. But it had looked at her as it went past, like 'how come you don't do something and help me get back in the water?' It was sad and funny at the same time, and when she told Charlie, he was quiet for a minute the way Ramon would never do. And then he starts flapping around like he's a fish, one finger in the corner of his mouth, calling over to her, 'Jannie, Jannie, save me! I don't want to be nobody's dinner.' She about peed she was laughing so hard. Charlie could do that. He could make her bust up over nothing, and make her cry, too, not cry cry, like she was hurt or anything, but, like, the sweet blues, like when he told her about the spotted puppy he once had and how he took it every place and would, like, buy it ice cream cones, pistachio 'cause that's what it liked. But then when it was a little bigger they were goofing around near the trains. She told him to stop then, 'cause she didn't want to hear about it getting squished or nothing. Some guys will do that. They tell you stories about people and stuff getting busted up and cut into pieces just to watch you turn green while they laugh, like, hey, 'I'm a hard body dude who can see this stuff and my stomach doesn't never ever turn...' But that wasn't Charlie. He told how they were watching the men switch train cars around and he was chucking little rocks into the open box cars or the ones with coal and stuff and the little dog just kept barking and running after the rock a little bit, but Charlie would call him back. He'd say, "Stop!" and the little dog would stop and look at him with his head on one side like, 'Please, can't I go chase it?' But he'd say no in this sad voice and the dog would just sit with its head down, kind of looking up out of one eye. Only, a pigeon got it excited. There was a couple of them riding right along in a box car, doing that little spin around dance they do and Charlie chucks a stone at them. And the dog runs after it. Only this time he doesn't stop 'cause he sees the pigeons who don't even fly away. So he barks and barks and chases the car and then there's this ramp thing for loading and the dog just runs right up it and into the car. And then the car picks up speed, and in a couple of minutes it's gone. And Charlie just stands there with his hands in his pockets saying, 'What'd I do?' He didn't know anybody to ask or even how to tell them on the telephone what happened. Besides, he knew they wouldn't stop a train for a dog. By now Jannie was crying for real and wadding up this nasty little handkerchief which was one of two she always carried because they were her mother's. So Charlie turns to her and said, really serious, "I made it all up." So naturally she hit him on the arm and cried some more and told him she was really, really mad at him because she didn't think he was that kind of boy who would tell her something like that just to make her bust all up, and he just shrugged his shoulders and splashed the water around in the little pool next to the big black post where he was sitting with her under the pier. And then she could tell, from the way he didn't start smiling, and from the water in his eyes and the shape of his mouth, that he didn't make any of it up at all, that it was all true and he probably spent all the rest of the day and maybe the week trying to get somebody to help him get the dog back, but they couldn't do it. So she asked him, like a little bit of a trick, "did you ever get another one?" and first he shakes his head, not looking up, and then he smiles, still crooked, and says, "Yeah, this really ugly bulldog mutt. And it peed all over my pants, my new Levis, like just when I was heading to the bus and the only thing I've got to change into are these orange shorts. Not a good day. In fact, a disaster. I had to hit a guy." So then they laughed, and kissed, too, his head over her shoulder the way she was sitting between his legs with his arms around her and the water coming in from both sides and getting sand up the legs of their pants, sinking into that little pool around them against the post. And his hands went under her blouse then and rubbed her nips until they were so hard and tight she couldn't stand it because she needed his mouth hot on them and him just as hard up against her butt so she kept kind of rocking back against him and she knew his bare back was getting all tore up on the post but he said in her ear that he didn't give a shit. That was the night they did it, standing up, in the dark, the tide coming in around their legs and people in the lights up on the top of the pier buying hot dogs and calzone and stuff and laughing and drinking beer a lot. And even though he pressed her against the post and her foot kind of ached from being on tiptoe in the sand that kept melting out from under it, still his mouth was so good all over her face, really wet and salty and his hair slapping against her cheek when he turned back and forth. She wasn't even quiet, 'cause the waves were loud enough so she could whine out like a little dog and up above somebody was playing loud salsa and laughing, and footsteps, and she felt before it was over too soon, when it was still building up and building up, that she was everybody and all of it and when she cried out it was the same as the seagulls and when she laughed real deep in her belly and felt that "oh, god" it was the same laugh, the same shout the people up there were making. And with all the corny movie love she had see before, now she could tell that there was no difference between the way the little waves kept coming in and in and in and Charlie and her. They both wanted to skinny dip afterwards but she figure by then people would be looking and maybe a cop or somebody she knew, so they just kept their clothes on but got all wet, shaking the sand out of their "dainties" as Charlie called hers, kicking the water at each other, splashing. Then they just walked until they dried off and since they didn't have any money they scrounged the trash cans and stuff. They got half of somebody's soda with most of the bubbles still in it and a almost perfect hot dog bun from just under the edge of the boardwalk. It was hardly stale and not sandy and they traded bites. Jannie made herself let herself go all limp and relaxed, except for the middle of her belly where she could feel the pain of missing Charlie, like there was a big dull fish hook inside connected to him by some really thin invisible fishing line. She couldn't see him anywhere, but she knew when he was pulling because that part of her just lifted up all tight and knotted and a little higher than the rest. She knew that she couldn't argue about him going in the service. It was pretty much all he had. He had told her right away, before they even thought of each other that way, and she said it didn't matter, which it didn't, then. Then, she was thinking he was just somebody to talk to, maybe, for a little while, to keep her mind off Ramon. She hadn't even thought he was that cute, because of his hair always in his face and those tiny little bumps under his mouth. But she did like the way he smiled, and she especially like the way he listened. Ramon didn't almost ever do that. That was why she liked him, first. He was always thinking about what he would do, what was next, how he could make something happen, make some guy give him money, someplace where they could just go crazy having fun. He didn't hardly look at her, maybe didn't really see her, and maybe that was the way she wanted it, with him. She was nervous whenever he said, "What are you doing?" But Charlie could see her. He said things she was thinking and touched places she didn't know she wanted to be touched until he was there. Maybe Charlie couldn't protected her the way Ramon did, but Charlie... He told her he was going in the Service because of that, 'cause his dad called him 'queer and moony', and he knew some guys messed with him just 'cause they could. He didn't figure the army would 'make a man out of him' but maybe more of a man than he was, some more muscle, maybe not caring so much if somebody else was sad or hurt, more his own man, making plans, like Ramon. He said that, 'like Ramon.' And maybe it was good he went away now, because Ramon would kill him if he knew what he did, what they did together. He might kill her, too. She wasn't really scared, though, because she could always go weird on him and beat on him and scream and he would probably just try to buy her something to drink and calm her down. Still. That was why she had to meet him someplace else. Because she didn't trust her face, or even the rest of her if he started touching her or kissing her under there. She couldn't be thinking about how Charlie looked at her, or laughing at what he said. Ramon couldn't know anything. She didn't want to think about what happens next or next after that, what happens when Charlie finishes basic and comes back to see her. What, then? Suppose he was the guy who could take her away from Ramon then. Would she want that guy? Jannie put on the dress with the tiny blue flowers on it, and heels, so probably when Ramon saw her he would see she didn't want to be in the sand, but somewhere else where she could dance and he could watch that skirt switch around her ass. His eyes always got hard and bright when she did that. Yeah, she would make him take her dancing. That way he could touch her a lot but not much kissing and if he tried to put his hand in her pants she could say she had her period. It was almost true, anyway. She could dance all she wanted, get wild and Ramon couldn't even see anything, he couldn't get up in her head, up there with Charlie and the seagulls and the flounder. Maybe, like the game she played when she was by herself under the pier, she could walk between the waves, this one comes in, that one goes out, keep moving and they never touch your feet. Under The Pier The day started out innocently enough, but it ended up being anything but... Ben and I have been a couple for a long time, just like most couples that have been together this long we spend most of our time working and not much time just the two of us. We are both in our early 40's and in good shape, Ben is just under 6' tall with a muscular build, great eyes and a amazing smile; me I'm 5'2 long brown hair, blue eyes, I'm well proportioned, but the one thing most people notice is my large breasts. It's June 20th, the last day of spring, and on this rare day we both had the morning free so, since it was going to be a beautiful day, we decided to spend the morning doing something together. Ben had the great idea of taking the bike out for a preseason test run, how could I argue with that, after all the back of the bike is one of my favorite places to be. So that morning I got ready for the ride by putting on my favorite low cut tank top, jeans and a sweatshirt. I was planning on removing the sweatshirt as soon as I could, so not only would I be able to get some sun but, also show my cleavage, which is the one part of my body that I love to show off. Ben and I both find it rather amusing when guys can't look me in the eyes when they talk to me. So we grabbed our helmets and headed out for what was supposed to be just a nice relaxing ride. I climb on the back of Ben's bike and assumed my usual position with my chest against his back with my hands on his thighs, and we take off. As for where we were headed, I didn't care, wherever the bike went I went, and that was just fine with me. I didn't want to think about anything, I just wanted to relax and enjoy the ride. While ridding, as usual, I just let my hands wander caressing Ben's thighs, back and arms, we rode like this for a while when Ben decided to park at an area beach so we could stretch our legs for a bit. The beach was gorgeous, and since it was spring, it was mostly deserted. Ben took me by the hand and we walked along the water just holding hands and talking, something we haven't done in a very long time. As we were walking on the sand, occasionally Ben would pull me into to him and kiss me with such incredible passion; I haven't been kissed like that in a very long time, his kisses just made me melt; and then we would just continue walking. The whole thing just felt so great, it was in my opinion totally romantic, it was kind of like when we first dated all those years ago. The passion in Ben's kisses was unbelievable, each time he kissed me it just turn me on more and more, I could no longer keep my hands to myself. And judging by Ben's growing erection, he was feeling the same way. After walking for awhile we came across a pier, Ben thought it would be nice for us to sit for a while. We sat under the pier talking and kissing, occasionally someone would walk by and we would exchange mutual hellos, but that didn't stop us for enjoying ourselves and each other. Each time we kissed Ben got a little freer with his hands. We were like a couple of teenagers again, making out and groping each other on the beach. Between the rising heat of the day and what Ben was doing to me I was so hot, I just had to remove my sweatshirt. Ben took this to mean I wanted more, which I did. So he got up, took me by the hand and moved us further under the pier. Being further back under the pier gave us the illusion of privacy, so we began the let go a little more and soon we started to lose control. Before I even had a chance to catch my breath, Ben had my shirt up and bra off. He has me so worked up that at this point; I never even considered stopping him. Ben leaned in taking my nipple into his mouth, this causes me to moan in pure delight. I reach my hand down to feel the massive bulge in his pants, I can t help myself, I have to have it. So I undid his jeans releasing his throbbing cock from its confinement and begin to lightly run my finger around the rim. Ben let out a guttural moan the vibration on my nipple felt amazing. I guess my shirt kept getting in his way; because soon he removed it then he proceeded to take off his own. So here we are under the pier, both topless and completely unaware of everything going on around us; and unable to keep our hands off of each other. When I noticed a drop of pre cum on the head of Ben's dick, so I lean over and lightly lick it off. Ben gasped at the sensation of my tongue, which was all the encouragement I needed. I leaned in further and started licking and sucking on the head of Ben's shaft, while firmly and slowly stroking his pulsating cock. Ben rolled on to his back to allow me easier access; he then moved his hand to the back of my head, which is always a sign that he likes what I'm doing. Being caught-up in the moment I forgot that we were in public, and I removed Ben's jeans to allow me easier access, as well as, for both of our comfort. I then crawled up between his legs. I took his balls into my mouth and began massaging them with my tongue while I continued to stroke his massive hard-on. Then I placed one hand on each side of his hips and began to lick my way up, bathing each and every inch of his throbbing erection with my tongue until I reached the head. Once there I look Ben in the eyes while I take his cock into my waiting mouth, sliding it past my lips all the way to the back of my throat. When I had his entire manhood pushing down my throat, I took my tongue and place it firmly against the bottom of his shaft and I started to slide his delicious cock in and out of my mouth, each time I reached the top I would pause to firmly suck on the tip, this drove Ben crazy and I knew it. I was continuing to deep throat Ben's prick, when he grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head up, looked me in the eyes and said "Get those pants off and ride me!" So I reached down and took of my jeans. Here we are both naked and all I can think about having Ben's cock back in my mouth, so despite his request I resumed deep throating that magnificently thick cock of his. It felt so good to have it slide past my lips and the sounds he makes when the head of his prick hits the back of my throat is such a turn on for me, I was in heaven. Ben broke my concentration be again saying "Ride me." So, I slowly work my way up his body, I pause for a moment to lick his nipples before moving on to his lips, once there he kisses me deeply. While kissing I start to slowly rock my hips so my soaking wet pussy slides up and down Ben's erection, without allowing him to enter me, I know he loves it when I tease him. Ben then grabs me by the hips and in one stroke he forces himself deep inside me, causing me to gasp and shudder. He holds still for a moment giving me a chance for my cunt to adjust to massiveness of his cock. I don't want to move, I just want to savor the feeling of complete fullness that I get whenever Ben is buried deep inside me. I slowly began to rock my hips, sliding myself up and down Ben's shaft causing him to moan deeply, we both love the feeling of me riding his cock. I don't know if it was the situation, the angle of penetration or what, but after a few strokes I began to tremble, Ben knew just what that meant. It meant that I was going to cum. Knowing just how to push me over the edge to orgasm, Ben pulled be down to him and started to play with my tits while he began to plunge his cock deeper inside me. The feeling of him fucking me from underneath, while squeezing my nipples put me into one of the most intense, mind-blowing, head spinning orgasms I have ever had; it seemed to last forever. When my orgasm finally subsided, I could no longer hold myself up and I collapsed on top of Ben. Ben let me lay on top of him for a few minutes while I came down from the incredible high caused by the orgasm, when he felt I was ready he whispered in my ear "Ready to finish?" Ben asked; he loves to finish with me swallowing his cum. I then lifted myself off of Ben's still rock hard cock and slid back down between his legs to finish what I started. His cock was soaked in my cum, but that has never stopped me before. So with one quick movement I took his engorged cock into his mouth and slid my lips down his entire shaft. I took my right hand and began to fondle his sack while I repeatedly deep throated him. I feverously increased my suction and picked up my pace, and soon I felt his balls start to tighten. Knowing that meant his was getting ready to cum I continued to furiously devour each and every inch of him. Ben began to thrusting his cock into my mouth, matching my pace perfectly, moaning louder with each stroke. I gave his balls a squeeze and his moaning turned to screaming "Oh Fuck Yeah... I'm gonna..." With that Ben exploded in my mouth, I licked, sucked and swallowed each and every last drop of his cum, not wanting to let any of it go to waste. Once I finished sucking him dry, I grabbed my clothes and began to get dressed. "I think we better get moving." I said. "Yeah, it's getting late and we have to get to work" Ben replied. So we finished dressing and started to walk back to the bike. On our way back, this couple passed us, the woman gave me a shy smile and wave and the guy leaned in and said something to Ben; Ben replied "Thanks man," and continued walking. "What was that about?" I asked "Oh nothing" Ben answered. We got on the bike and headed to where I work. The ride back was quiet and relaxing, after about 20 minutes Ben pulled up in front of my store to drop me off and again I asked "What did that guy say to you?" Ben kissed me and said "He told me I was lucky to have such an amazing woman willing to blow me in public, I do have to agree, I'm a lucky man..."