Tale of a Longshoreman

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Jock Austin had been working the wharf in San Francisco for many years.  His hands had the rough, calloused feel of a man who had done hard work all his life.  Jock was tired.  There had to be an easier way. As he was fuming and lamenting his lot in life, his mind wandered and he nearly slipped on the water-soaked pier. Damn!  He’d just have to get out of this racket.  But how, when you’ve been able to scrape by only $5,000 in savings after doing this crap for almost thirty years?The work of a longshoreman was tough and physically demanding.  At least, he thought, the exercise part of it had been enough to keep him trim and fit.  Jock’s hands were as strong as vices, and his arms and legs were sinewy and muscular.   He was moderately tall and fairly handsome with piercing, deep-set brown eyes and very few lines on his rugged face.  He looked about fifteen years younger than his actual age of fifty-five.Jock needed to unwind.  He decided to walk over to his favorite watering hole near the pier before heading back to his apartment.Ship’s Rudder was packed.  It was Friday night, and a crowd was to be expected, but Jock had never seen it like this.  As he waded through the crowd of mostly sailors and longshoremen, his mind was a million miles away.  Staring at the floor, he didn’t see the woman standing in front of him and practically knocked her off her feet when he bumped into her.She glared at him.  “Why don’t you watch where you’re going?”Jock wasn’t fazed by the woman’s attitude – the wharf was a rough and tumble place, and so was Ship’s Rudder.  He was used to that kind of abruptness, as were most of the patrons of the bar.  “I’m sorry,” he replied. “It’s crowded in here.  I had a rough day and I guess I wasn’t paying attention.”His calm demeanor seemed to soften the woman’s features.  She was probably in her mid-forties, but quite attractive with deep-set brown eyes and clear, silky, tan-brown skin.  Her long, dark blonde hair was strikingly ankara escort beautiful.  She still had a lithe, tight figure despite her years.  The woman obviously knew how to take care of her appearance.  She managed a weak, embarrassed smile.“Sorry I snapped.”“Are you OK?” Jock asked“Just startled me.  I’m sorry.”“I was the clumsy one, not paying attention.  Tell you what.  Can I buy you a drink?”“Look, I’m sorry I snapped at you, but I don’t like being hit on.”That had not been his intention, but Jock thought it best not to argue.  He was not the pushy type anyway.  As the woman continued toward the exit, he noticed the sway of her hips and the way her hair bounced with each step she took.  He also noticed that as she was about to exit the bar, she turned and appeared to be looking right at him. Jock continued to push through the rowdy crowd and finally made it to the bar.  Melissa, the bartender, poured him his usual — Jack Daniels on the rocks.Melissa fit right in with the type of crowd that always frequented Ship’s Rudder.  She was in her early thirties, with long dark brown locks and a perfect body.  Melissa could talk smut with the best of them.  As Jock stood at the crowded bar waiting for someone to vacate a seat, she sauntered over to him.  She and Jock had had a short fling about five years ago but had remained good friends after it ended.”Look, you’re a great looking guy and you fuck like nobody’s business,” Melissa had said.  “But I’m not getting involved with you or anyone right now.”The two had gone on with their lives but had remained good friends.  Now she smiled at Jock knowingly.“I’ve seen that woman in here a few times,” Melissa said.  “She thinks she’s quite the cock tease.”.Jock smiled.  “Don’t know about that.  I offered to buy her a drink and she blew me off.”“I saw her apologize to you.  What the fuck for?”“I practically knocked her over on the way over here.  She basically told me to fuck off.  I said I ankara escort bayan was sorry and she seemed OK, but when I offered to buy her a drink she kind of accused me of hitting on her.”“Believe me, she would not have been so nice if she weren’t interested in you.”“Do you know her name?”“Amy, Erin, something like that,” Melissa answered.  “I think Erin is right.”Jock finished his Jack Daniels, then ordered a second one.  He left and walked the five blocks to his apartment, on the second floor of an old but recently remodeled building.  He quickly showered to get the dust and sweat off, went to bed, and was almost immediately asleep.Jock was awakened a little after one in the morning by loud, angry voices.  He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and walked unsteadily to the apartment window.  To his great surprise, the blonde-haired woman he had collided with inside the bar was arguing with a man – a towering hulk of a man.  Suddenly the man pushed her violently and she fell to the ground hard.  The woman cowered as he continued to berate her.Jock instinctively knew he had to do something.  He quickly threw on a pair of jeans and shoes and galloped down the apartment stairs.Jock was mild-mannered but was not the kind of man who frightens easily.  His years as a longshoreman had seen to that. Positioning himself between the man and the fallen woman, he looked squarely at the man and said, softly and a bit threateningly, “You like to attack defenseless women, huh?”“Fuck off, asshole.  This is none of your business,” snarled the man. The size of the man was intimidating, but rather than engage him in a fist fight, Jock quickly grabbed the man around the neck with his vice-like grip.  The man tried to pry Jock’s hands away but to no avail.  With his air supply shut off, the man’s body went limp under Jock’s grasp.  Jock let him fall to the ground.Gasping for breath, he stammered, “You want the little bitch?  Fine.  She isn’t worth it.  She’s escort ankara a prick tease and she’s probably a lousy fuck anyway.”  Without saying another word, he slinked away.Jock turned his attention to the woman lying in the grass.  “Are you all right, Erin?”“How do know my name?” she answered.  She was still dazed and shaking but looked OK except for a scratch on her left arm where she had apparently hit a twig or something when the man had pushed her. “Are you OK?” Jock repeated, choosing to ignore the question for the moment.“Y..Y…Yes, I think so,” she answered weakly.  “You’re the guy from the bar.”She said it matter of factly, but with a slight smile of relief in her voice.She was wearing a short blue skirt that had hiked up when she was pushed to the ground, exposing a pair of white, almost transparent, panties.  Her white shirt was tight enough for Jock to notice she was not wearing a bra.With a slight hint of embarrassment, she extended her arms as Jock bent to help her up.  He felt the warmth of her breasts as their bodies touched, and his cock began to respond.“I’m Jock. How about I take you upstairs to my apartment so you can get cleaned up?”“Ok, but no funny business,” she answered.  “And how do you know my name?”“Melissa told me.  I told her that we ran into each other,” he said with a smile.The girl was trembling and exhausted from her ordeal.  Jock put his arm around her waist to support her.  Although Jock never used it, he and the girl took advantage of the elevator in Jock’s apartment building.Erin sat at Jock’s dining room table while Jock fetched a bottle of water.  He went to his medicine cabinet and came back with a small bottle of antiseptic and a swab of cotton.  The girl winced as Jock applied the antiseptic to the thin scratch on her arm.“Doesn’t look too bad,” Jock said.  “Who the hell was that asshole?”Erin was about to tell Jock that is was none of his fucking business, but similar to the way they had met in the bar, his calmness caused her to relax a bit.  “Just a guy who wanted to get in my pants.  We had a drink and he offered to walk me home, but the asshole wouldn’t take no for an answer.  And that goes for you too.”

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