Father Goose - Sex Stories

Father Goose

... pilot.

We were all watching the fight going on up above us when we saw him dive for the island. One of his engines was on fire. He came right down at us and for a few moments I thought for sure he was going to crash. I guess the Americans did too because they broke it off when the bomber took a dive. You could hear the whining from his dive brakes.

That plane was diving right at us when it finally hit me and I yelled at the ladies, "Everyone inside the bunker! Now!" and we all ran inside.

We'd made it just in time when the Japanese pilot dumped his bombs to lighten his load. We heard the crump! crump! crump! sounds of the bombs hitting the reef and then a final CRUMP! as a last bomb hit close by! The shockwave from the bomb would have blown us off our feet had we not made it to the bunker.

We all breathed a sigh of relief as we heard the bomber struggle off into the distance with its one remaining engine sputtering and coughing. That Japanese crew were a bunch of lucky bastards.

But we weren't.

When we came outside to see what had happened Leslie cried out. I thought for a second she'd seen a body and then I looked and realized that she'd seen a death.

Galene had taken the bomb right in the bow. Everything forward of the wheelhouse was gone and my boat was settling in the water with her stern above water for the moment. Not wasting any time I raced onto the boat and grabbed what I could from my cabin and tossed it onto the dock. Leslie was screaming for ...

... me to get out of the boat but I had to get to the engine room and grab the tools. They were just too valuable to let them sink.

Saving what I could I stood on the dock and watched my boat settle into her grave. There was no fixing her up this time, she was done.

Leslie came up to me and put her hand on my shoulder. "Bob...your boat...I'm so sorry!"

I nodded my head. "Yeah, that's a bum deal." I turned to look at the girls. "Is everyone okay?"

One of the Dutch girls, Anneke, had her bells rung by the explosion but I figured she'd be just sweet soon enough. Everyone else was in ship shape.

It would be a good day or two before I could salvage anything more from the wreck. Our little hidden pool was lousy with diesel oil and I just had to wait for it all to clear. Simple as that.

I had my arm around Leslie as I considered everything. Twice now the war had come to us and in a few moments of terror everything had changed. And a few moments afterwards it was quiet again.

At least we weren't going to bury anyone today.

I moved my remaining gear into the barracks and found myself a rack. It wasn't bad and it was actually more spacious and more comfortable than my bunk on Galene.

That night at dinner a couple bottles of rum got passed around. For obvious reasons I leaned into the bottle pretty hard. When it was time to hit my rack I passed out.

The barracks didn't have much in the way of windows so I ended up sleeping into the late morning. Getting up I did ...