Bambi

Chapter 53:

BAMBI

53. Having returned from my overnight escape, I was again moored in the large protected harbor. I decided to stay longer. I was on no schedule. I didn’t have to be anywhere by a certain day. I was footloose and fancy free! And I had found some willing sluts to play with.

Late in the afternoon I drove my dinghy up to The Docks, a bar & grill catering to dinghy limited boaters in the harbor. Lots of nice looking twat, decent bar food, and usually live music. I tied off to the small dock and made my way inside. “Inside” was a three sided building covering a wraparound bar. On the open side was a large Tiki thatched roof over a dance floor, a small stage for the band and tables and chairs.

Sitting at the bar, I ordered a sandwich and a beer. The barmaid was a tall, slender black girl with a pretty face and an oh, so perfect, bubble butt. She was flirty, she was smokin’ hot, and she was working. Drat. What a sweet fuck she would be. Another time, maybe.

Before I could finish my sandwich, a busty babe climbed on the stool next to me. Long bleached blonde hair, lots of makeup, fake eyelashes, tits tumbling out of her top. I surveyed her, purposely looking her over from head to toe. She looked like she was waiting for the first offer to climb in the sack with someone. Anyone. Hot to trot as they say.

“Wow! Don’t you look enticing. I’m Sailor. What’s your name?”

In a deep, husky voice she just said “Bambi.”

“You live on a boat in the harbor?” She just shook her head no. Hmmm…. Not a talker, I guess.

I finished my sandwich and ordered another beer. “Can I buy you a drink, Bambi?” She smiled and shook her head affirmatively.

We sat side by side drinking our drinks and looking at each other head to toe.