I Suppose we have all done things we are not proud of, I like to think of myself as a gentleman, always accept no for an answer, never force myself on a woman. But I have let myself down on occasion.

It was about 1988, I was serving in the Royal Navy, we had been a long time at sea and looking forward to a break in Toronto, Canada. After a long slog up the Great St Lawrence Seaway we tied up alongside this beautiful city, the gangway went down and we were off like a crowd of randy alley cats.

To my surprised delight I scored in the first bar, a lovely local lass with tits bigger than our guns and legs as long as our masts. About the only fault I could find was she had no car, but no matter. She took me down to a beach, a real beach even though we were a long way from the sea. We spent half the night fucking up a storm, she was inexperienced but enthusiastic as hell, her screams and yelps bringing laughs from other couples nearby in the dark.

We took a taxi back to her place where I was very put out to be kissed and said goodnight too, I had assumed the main event was yet to come. Sulking I went back to my ship and an uncomfortable, narrow bunk instead of a decent bed and a naked Canuck to play with.

The next morning I got a call from her on the switchboard, she wanted to meet up, I truthfully told her I was stuck on board all day, in charge of opening the ship up to local visitors, and lied and said I could not make it that night, I intended to find someone up for an all nighter. By all accounts none of the crew had failed to score, the Toronto girls were very, very welcoming.

About midday this apparition came up the gangway with the steady stream of civilians coming to take the tour. The goddess was wearing what I later learned was a Blue Jay Cheer Leader outfit that left acres of bare leg glowing in the sun and the T shirt practically screamed the girl had no bra on under it.

She had the gob smacked attention of every man jack sailor but she ignored them and came up to me and hugged me, sending my stock through the roof and only then did I recognise her for the girl on the beach.

As we said our hellos an older woman came up to us and snapped “Lisa, stop making a spectacle of yourself!”

Lisa sulkily introduced Maria, her mother. Mom was a hottie too, if I had not scored her daughter she would have been in my sites, she was a more mature version of her leggie, busty daughter.

A brief row broke out, Lisa accusing her mother of spying on her. I broke it up by offering them a personal tour of the ship. There are a lot of what we call companion ways on a ship, but civilians call ladders and as was the custom I helped the ladies up each one, standing below in case they slipped. Hey, it’s a shit job, but the British Sailor is up for it!

Lisa’s tiny pleated skirt could not even begin to hide the matching blue thong that her bum was hugging to death and the sight of it and the memory of her warm wet pussy opening to me on the beach soon had me limping with a raging hard on. Mom was not helping, Maria had a denim mini skirt on that kept riding up and showing delicate lacy panties, I was having trouble breathing. Had I only been escorting one of them we would have broken the tour route to call into my bunk space where I would have demonstrated how to swing up into the bunk.

As it was I regretfully took them back to the gangway. Lisa kissed me long and deep and whispered if I could get free she would be waiting in the same bar tonight. She skipped off but mom hung around and gave me the third degree, what were my intentions, was I with her last night, why was she home so late. I seemed to be allying her fears with my smooth lies when she suddenly asked. “How old are you?”

I blinked, I had never been asked that before, they usually hit you with “Are you married?”. “Thirty five.”

She looked like I had just punched her. “I am the same!” She gasped. Given her outrage I was glad I had not told her the truth, I was thirty eight.

“Well that is a coincidence!” I said brightly, she seemed to be handing my lines, but I was spoken for it seemed.

“Thirty-five!” She repeated. “Do you think it is appropriate you are hanging around with a fifteen year old girl?”

I saw he wince in real pain as I grabbed her arm by the bicep and forced her into the shadow of towed array, out of sight of gawkers.

“Ow, you hurt me!” When stressed she had a definite French accent.

“Fifteen?” I hissed furiously. “She cannot be fifteen!”

“Yes yes!” Maria insisted. “My leetle girl, she is only fifteen, you are older than her father, curse him!”

I tried to compose myself, it was a nightmare, I would get chucked in prison here and then drummed out of the Navy, if they ever let me out alive.

“You must not see her again,” Maria wined, trying to get out of my grip. “She is lovely girl, I know, but it is not right.”

My mind was racing, all very well dumping Lisa, but suppose she decided to get revenge on me? “You will have to tell her she cannot see me,” I said, let her be mad at mom. “And tell her you have spoken to the Captain, that you do not want a sailor seeing your daughter, tell her that!”

“Yes yes!” She managed to break free with a mewl of pain, rubbed her arm, bruised from my fingers. It might have all ended there, nice and peaceful, but she added. “I will do anything you want!”

My grand stand views up her skirt flashed back at me, my hand went back on her, but gently this time, at her breast, my thumb found the nub of nipple beneath the soft fabric of her blouse, traced the lace of her bra. She stared down at my hand, did not scream or run or even flinch.

“Your daughter is lovely,” I breathed. “I know I should not see her, but I have been at sea so long.”

“I understand,” he voice shook. “But not her,” she licked her lips, looked right in my eyes. “But not her, please!”

“Then who?” I breathed, my other hand rested on the silk smooth skin of her thigh, slid up her skirt to cup one soft bum cheek dressed with lace. I moved my face close to hers, she sort of scrunched up her face but did not turn it, I pressed my lips to hers, they were stiff, unresponsive, I waited, touching them with the tip of my tongue, slowly caressing her breast and bum. Her lips parted slightly and very briefly her tongue tapped mine, then she firmly pushed me away. “I need someone tonight,” I told her softly.

I had pushed her back against the big drum of the cable feed, she straightened up, standing a little unsteady on her feet which she looked down at, not meeting my eyes.