Ch. 14 – Sandy’s Secrets

Chapter 14:

Sandy’s Secrets

As I struggled to become conscious from my staggering drunk the night before, my mind a total blur, I heard my phone ringing. I wasn’t sure if it was my phone or some boat alarm going off, but it finally quit. I twisted around & got my feet to the floor. Looked at my phone – OH, SHIT!! It’s almost 11 a.m.!! FUCK! I was supposed to meet Sandy at 10. I had missed 3 calls from her. I gathered my composure and rang her up. She picked up and I started apologizing profusely. She sounded a bit indignant and put out, having wasted an hour of her time waiting for me. “Look, Sandy, it’s totally my fault, I’m terribly sorry and embarrassed. Let me make it up to you. How about you let me buy you a late lunch, say 1 o’clock at the fancy restaurant in town.” “Well … I guess that’d be okay.” “I’ll meet you there at 1, I promise.”

After some coffee and a quick cleanup, I dinked into shore. Got an Uber to the restaurant and was there by quarter till. Sat at the bar and, to settle my nerves, ordered a draft beer. She didn’t show till 1:15, payback, I guess. Now near the end of my 2nd beer, I felt a bit better, more loosened up. I saw an attractive woman enter and start scanning the room, looking for someone. I caught her eye and raised my hand, motioning for her to come over. She sauntered over, her walk a delightful mix of sultry and composure, seduction, and confidence. “Hi. I’m Sandy.” “Nice to, uhm, finally meet you. Again, I’m so terribly sorry about this morning.”

Sandy was aptly named. Her hair was cut to a length just above her shoulders and was a sandy color. Even her skin looked kinda sandy colored. She had cute wispy bangs and a nearly perfect pear-shaped face. Very pretty blue eyes with just the right amount of makeup, a slight dusting of powder blue eye shadow – not overdone, just enough to make her eyes sparkle. Her body was expertly proportioned for her height. Her boobs were round and full, not sagging at all. She had on a snug fitting top that showcased her rack and fit her torso like a glove accentuating her flat belly and splaying outward over her hips. She had on tight slacks that confirmed that her thighs matched her top half proportionately. She was pushing 50 yrs. old but her bangs and her well-kept body made her appear to be in her late 30s. “How ’bout we get a table, Sandy?”

Once we were seated, she ordered a Bloody Mary, I stuck with beer. “I’m famished. How about you?” I asked. “Yes, I’m getting hungry. It’s been a while since breakfast.” After we placed our order, I gave her an abbreviated version of my background and why I had called her. She explained that for decades she had worked at a large, get this, boat building company in the Northeast. No kids, 2 divorces later she retired at 50! “Yeah, with no kids, 2 alimony checks every month, my jumbo IRAs and a generous corporate pension, I had had enough of the corporate life. Bought a luxury condo and a 30-foot boat and haven’t looked back. I only do the boat cleaning thing to get me out of the house and meet new people. The online dating thing isn’t for me – just horny guys looking for a quick one-night-stand fuck or a backseat blowjob. Not my style, not what I’m looking for.” “Interesting. Your story and mine are very similar. As I told you earlier, I’m just cruising around searching for that elusive mermaid.”

By then our food had been delivered and consumed.