A Woman's Man

A woman’s Man Women in the merchant fleet are nothing new, there have been stewardesses, on ships since the late fifties. Before that we had to do with mess-boys to bring us and as they had little interest in the work and the crew hall suffered their unappetizing nearness. Some of the women were married or had a boyfriend amongst the crew others not and they had a choice amongst men knocking on their cabin door with water combed hair. Being in the catering back then it was easy to charm them since we were with them and took their side in a dispute, the downside they were homely and middle aged. But as the saying goes a cat’s colour does not matter if it can catch mice, and again I ended up being the lover of older women... I got so used to this that my first wife was ten years older than me.; and older women had more experience in lovemaking, I mean one didn’t have to point out the obvious. But dalliances like this didn’t last long, usually the captain or the chief officer took an interest for a middle aged woman her economic future was more important than mere sex that was funny but had short levity and often ended in tears. Then suddenly I was fifty and had been a whore for a long time, before I met a girl 25, got married- don’t know how- I was married and had two children. My young wife knows nothing of my past, she thinks of me as a helpless person a victim of circumstances caused by my inherent niceness.