My Fleet Experience

By Jax Teller

Being aboard a ship that was the lead Ship of the Americas'struggle group was a proud consequence in time for me, a third generation Panama. My category had been sailors on both my mother'family line and my fathers'kinfolk side of meat. I was born to be here, in kick of a projectile system, at the tip of the arrow thrusting into the chronicle books. Unfortunately Every day blended into the next and if it weren't for the duty schedule I wouldn't even know what day it was. A month out to sea this clock time and our tour of duty was getting monotonous. Working on a missile system of rules meant being below deck most of the time and even on off duty time, it just did n't seem like I could see the sun on a regular basis.

There were days on end when I didn't see the light of day. While it is potential to live without sun light source I wasn't the sort to try it, I like the tone of the sun on my hide. But this was what I had signed up for, what wasn't part of what I signed up for was the female. When I joined the Navy the lone tariff station for women was on supply ships and land based duty stations. Because we were at war and the number of dynamic responsibility personnel in the armed force had dropped dramatically and emptiness were nearing the point of critical nonstarter. No one wanted to see the draft put in station, so women were now allowed on combat missions and on base war ships. match right hand to die I surmise is fair, but the passage was n't that easy.

One of the popular legal opinion of the time was that the sex of the person doing the job next to you should not matter. most all of us agreed to that in a sodding world. But this was the real world and historically whenever males and female person are put in stopping point quarters, sexual fundamental interaction, to put it politely, was the end result. This is where my story gets interesting, because I was stuck in this particular billet. The"fraternization"regulation were always there but were clearly out dated. Sexual torment in the work space was a hot issue of the day and we were under the looking glass. Reality had to participate into the equivalence but at this point in time things were being played fast and loose in Thomas More than one way. I was of the opinion that the powers above had put us in this billet intentionally with failure as the ask outcome. It was my intent to not become sexually active with any of the new female personnel.

I don't know who said it first but the old expression goes"the road the hell was paved with unspoiled intentions."The beginning one of the females to enter into my department was indorse class petty officer Linda Loveland. I thought for sure this was a setup and I resisted even asking her what the public figure on her birth certificate was. Beside the gens, she could have been a model or porn star with her looks and figure. I had never looked at the dungarees or working blues in a sexual fantasy way, before her. Her uniform was crisp as if it just came from a dry cleansing agent, and everything was properly in place. The wrinkle in the shirt that were really only required at courtly working inspections made a perfect line across her breasts where her nipples were located. It took work not to look at her too much when doing the morning informal one-quarter, where I would do a cursory review, choose attending and piss project assignments for the day.

Linda was a sweet little girl who had joined the USN just out of in high spirits shoal. She had quickly moved up in rank and was only a minute class secondary officer because she lacked the clip on an active projectile system to specify for first category junior-grade ship's officer. As a Master boss PO In bearing of the missile system, I knew it wouldn't be recollective before she moved up in the social station. I assigned her to some preventative maintenance with me so I could evaluate her ability. The tasks fortunately or unfortunately put us inside the housing of the organisation watch fluid levels and that meant working in a very crocked enclosed space for several hr.

I assigned the other two techs to the magazine to do some hinderance care in there. We got to solve and once inside the housing, Linda knew where to take care for things and impressed me at how well she knew the interior of the system. It was hard not to notice her smell in such soaked fourth part. Usually if the guy working with you had too much cologne on there would be some tease and banter, but her smell wasn't so often about a fragrance as much as the scent of a woman. And Linda smelled marvelous, and I found it increasingly unmanageable to focus on the labor and not her. She was section of my task, to evaluate her noesis of the system. I was sure there was no place on the evaluation weather sheet I had to turn in for each member of my section for the smell of the individual. I am sure command would not need to know that item. Although to be fair, I would be glad to be in there with her smelling that way then some of the guy cable in the department. We finished up the care task with only a few close claim with handing pecker about and positioning ourselves to do the task.

The next few twenty-four hours went well with no incidents to my noesis and I was surprised not to get a line any charge from either side. Then we had to do sustentation on the tube that the projectile actually went into and it was tradition for the newest member of the crowd to be the one to go inside the tube. It was so tight that some of the larger corporate individuals couldn't fit, but it was seen as a mental testing of sorting. Anyone who had any religious residence phobic neurosis would be terrified to go in but it was a requirement task. Seamen Larry Daniels brought it up that the new phallus should go in the electron tube. I began to think it over and Linda said not a problem and pulled the ladder into military position. She climbed up and in, and did the task and that's when it happened. As she was backing out her shirt caught on one of the chalks that hold the missile in situation. The shirt seemed hooked and wouldn't come give up as she tried to affect around with no room to travel. Finely she said that she was going to need help to get liberal. I said I'll be there, as I topped the ladder and looked in past her shoes into the tube ; I looked directly at the bottom of her bare titty.

Her uniform shirt, tee shirt under it and her bra were all caught on the chalk, and when she wiggled to get out the bunching of her clothing had pulled up over her breasts. She told me she couldn't reach the stop that was caught and that I would have to reach it from below. I hesitated to intend about how else to get her relieve and given the tightness, there was just no other way at this breaker point. So I reached in and there was no room for my helping hand on the outside of her wearing apparel. Feeling my quandary, she said just go inside. I was glad that I couldn't see her face at this full stop but I said ok, and reached between her knocker and found the edge of a clamp that was stuck threw the clothing and told her to move back in as much as she could. After a abbreviated conflict I was able to dislodge her textile and I pulled my hired man back out from between her breasts and out. I grabbed the tails of her shirt and helped her wiggle back out and then I stepped back down the ladder. As she got to the edge of the underground and stepped on to the ladder she was disheveled but devoid from the tube. When she got down she stepped out and one of the others finished putting the tube back together. She returned a few minutes later, her shirt was tucked back in. She looked at me and thanked me for freeing her and I said that was ok.

I thought that was the end of it, but as we finished for the day I dismissed my section as usual and Linda asked permission to speak with me privately. I motioned her to my office ( a mistake ) and once inside she thanked me for not telling the guy about how she had been stuck in the tube. I said getting stuck happens from time to time, that it was no big lot. She said really, you've had someone stuck in there by their dumbbell before then ? I must make turned every different shade of red and answered no, not quite like that. She said frankly she was wondering how long it would be before someone copped a flavour, but this wasn't like that at all. I said thanks, and she said if I wanted to, she'd be in the TV sofa later and maybe we could do something more. I said that's a plan and I said I'd see her later.

It took me a couple hours to get my hard on to go down enough to get away from my desk. And I was thinking that I should just stay in my fourth for the night, not go to the sofa later, but my stopcock took over and I decided to go anyway. I mean what's a footling fun right ? Oh yeah, I'm her superscript and I would be violating ruler, and it would be aboard ship, meaning it would hard to prevent it orphic, so it would probably get out, and I'd be motor lodge martialed. But it was just a little fun right ? Damn Cock ruled out and I found myself in the lounge watching the eventide news when Linda came in and sat down next to me.

Once again I found myself wanting to get into a unvarying not mine, this time though it wasn't a dream but her sitting next to me. In another life history we'd be sitting around our aliveness way watching the intelligence and the persuasion running my body right now wouldn't be a problem. As the news program finished up, Linda said you want to go to the gym and get a work out in ? I thought to myself hell yeah I will comply you anywhere ; I answered out flash"yeah I need to hold open fit."There were a few others in the TV lounge that didn't seem to notice our leaving. I told her I'd meet her in the gym in 15minutes so I could get changed. I walked into the gym and there it was abandon and Linda stepped in behind me. I decided to go to the matt area to stretch before exercising. I did my usual stretchiness set and Linda followed me through the introductory reaching, and we moved to the stationary bicycles and prefer a course of action. We chatted about ship departure ons and then as the wheel set was nearing an end she said so, would you wish to go to the systems warehousing footlocker for a more individual work out. I said yeah and as the cycle slowed to a stop, we both stepped off at the Sami meter putting us face to present for a bit and as she moved out of the way she let her hand retarding force across the figurehead of my shorts.

I knew intellectually that this was a vocation ending path, but once again I had been at sea on and off for more than a year and my tool was doing the leading. We went to the organization storage locker and she closed the bulk head door, and latched it. She turned to me and we began to kiss, it had been so long since I had been physically close to someone that I was enjoying taking my time. I let my hand sliding board under her Tee shirt and feel her breast. I thought to myself how consummate her breast felt in my bridge player. Her nipple was hard and there were niggling bumps around the areola. Linda reached inside my underdrawers and grabbed my putz, which was hard, and she began to stroke it slowly. I was thoroughly enjoying myself and the consequences of my action at law weren't even in my headway at that stop. I was savoring every moment, the flavour of her tomentum which was dissimilar from the rest of her, the light essence smell of her deodourant, and yet the smell of her.

Just as we began to remove our apparel, full general fourth sounded and for us, that meant go to the system. We straightened our clothes and stepped out the mass school principal to our duty station just as one of our ASROC projectile was launched. The interference was deafening, and we watched as the missile took flight and the system re-positioned and a second missile was launched. We were technicians and had nothing to do directly with fire control or loading unless there was a trouble. We watched as our system with six missile still loaded and prepare, reloaded the two empty cellular phone. While that happened one of the other projectile system fired and then there was quieten again. We all looked at each other and the control, with everything operating perfectly, we waited, I wondered if the 4 former penis of our organisation had noticed Linda and I were in or PT clothes. It really didn't matter at that point because it wasn't unusual to do work out in the evenings. As the all clear trump sounded we all relaxed and made our way to the boob tube couch to see if there was any news program about the latest launching. We rarely ever found out what the object were or what the successful smasher were.

Two twenty-four hours of unruffled sailing and mastery passed the word that a porthole of call would be coming up in 36 hours, and for all section headland to devise a schedule of leave for our incision. What it basically came down to is with six of us assigned to the organisation, two had to be on lookout at all multiplication and two were to be sleeping, while the former two would at shore, and we'd rotate. We were expected to be at shore for 3 days for mending. I wasn't in the loop as to what repairs would require us to be in port but found out through scuttlebutt that one of the other systems had a part fail and that we were port bound until the new role was delivered. If it took more than the estimated 3 days and we were needed, the region would be flown out to us. The ship had a helipad but the seas had been rough as belated and landing on a small ship was difficult enough without it bouncing like a bobber in the water. I of course took this as a sign from GOD to consider Linda to port myself, or to take Linda by God.

Once at port and the proclamation was made for shore call, I sent the first two off, and decided that Linda and I would take concluding slip ashore. She asked me what I was going to do at port and I said well, I plan to receive an all-night first division restaurant and have a steak dinner party, with the first beautiful young peeress I came across. She looked at me and said"you're going port side with me and therefore she'd be the offset beautiful untried woman I'd come across."I said"well yeah it looks that way doesn't it ?"She laughed and said"cool."We waited at the quarterdeck for the survive two of our section to return and as they boarded, we disembarked. Both of us in our winter wearing apparel blue devils, walked down the planking to the pier, and I hailed a hack that was waiting nearby.

I opened the door for Linda and she got in, and I followed her in and closed the door before any of the others could ask to ride along. The number one wood said where to ? I answered Best steak dinner party available, preferably with a bar and terpsichore. I had learned not to get specific unless I was sure of a place at a specific port. The driver said yes Sir~ and I looked up as he looked back and said Hey now, It's gaffer Not Sir~ I work for a living. He laughed at that and said with a cheesy accent Aye Aye headmaster chief. He had known my rank all along, and this was his way of creating effective will as he drove me to my destination. As the taxi pulled up to the restaurant the driver turned and said ask for Sergio, and recount him Mikael sent us, that he'd take care of us. I said how very much and the device driver told me $ 5 American language dollars and I handed him a fifty dollar mark vizor and said thanks.

We went in and asked for Sergio and the saluter took us to a room off the main seating area and sat us following to this huge fire situation. The sphere only had a few tables and they were quite a ways from each other. Sergio came to our table and introduced himself as the head chef, and then announced his specials. I told Sergio I had been at sea for over a year and wished his dear steak, with his choice of compliments. Linda asked for the Lapplander. A waiter came by shortly and we ordered our drunkenness. The repast was spectacular and Sergio provided the safe steak, with several smaller plates of his specialty items. When we finished the government note was placed on the tabular array discretely in a leather bound booklet and I was surprised that the meal and our beverage came to $ 45 American dollars. I put a $ 100 flier in the pamphlet and handed it to the waiter who had dropped it off and said no change. He thanked me and Linda and I stepped outside and our cab awaited us, I told the driver that this time I wanted to go to a place for a sumptuous nap. He looked at me and then at Linda and I detected a slight nod with the twist of his pass.

A few transactions later we were at this spa sauna haunt, and the driver said this place will accommodate you quiet well master Chief. I thanked him and asked how much and he said nothing this time. I thanked him and told him I would need a ride back to the pier in 4 hours. He said that he would be waiting outside and should I need him sooner to ring a number on a card he handed me. Linda and I went inside and I asked for a cortege and paid the $ 20 in progression. I led Linda to our suite and when I opened the door there was a small pool with steam rising from it as well as a whirlpool, along with what I would describe as a California male monarch. The bed was huge and over stuffed. There was a radio set playing lightly that I left on. Linda wasted no metre in removing her clothes and lying back on the bed. I was right next to her nude as well.

I kissed Linda and began playing with her most complete chest. They were perfect in every way to me, not too big or too small just right round of golf and house. Her mammilla were erect and she gasped when I put my mouth to one and lightly began twisting and squeezing the other. I left my hired hand wander to her breadbasket and noticed her muscles and how mean she was and yet how perfectly soft her cutis was. I was feeling as though I was in a aspiration with a top mannequin, and then just as I began to feel at her pubic mound and found no hair at all she grabbed hold of my peter. I released her nipple and Linda slid down my chest of drawers slowing only for a mo to tease my nipple as she went onto down her sass over the question of my peter. She licked and sucked and when she sensed I was getting close to coming she pinched lightly but with just enough latent hostility to stay my coming for the moment.

She let go of my tool and slithered on top of me and ever so gracefully slid my cock into her pussy. She was wet and tight to take up but not so tight that it hindered the entry mental process. I wanted a char, this beautiful woman in front of me not some girl. And Linda was all of that, she worked my cock in and out of her and I could feel her orgasm building within her as her front became more deliberate. I sensed her need to change attitude and without a Book we rolled over with me on top now. I picked up the pace and was pushing all of my cock in her and as I did my balls slapped her ass. I looked down at the marvellous cleaning lady below me and she looked deeply into my eyes and I could feel her pussy muscles clench my cock and she mewed a purr that I could only recognize as an orgasm, and I pumped my hot loading of come deep inside her, keeping our heart locked into each-others.

I slid next to her as my cock began to soften, and we drifted off to kip. An time of day later the sound of the whirlpool woke me and we both went over and swam in the pool for a few minutes and then dressed. It was difficult for me to consent that I was so happy, with mortal who was so perfect for me, and yet it was so wrong and so dangerous. As we exited the spa our taxi was waiting as promised. He opened the door for the both of us and when he got in he asked if we wanted to back to the pier now, and I said no I don't want to but we must. The succeeding few twenty-four hours were especially firmly on me for all the time I had been aboard ship, I was never in such a rush to get off duty. This proved to be a hard prison term for keeping things secret aboard a ship was next to impossible. One of the members of our surgical incision had even come to me at one point and said he thought Linda was a sapphic because she turned down all the guys at every opportunity. I laughed to myself, knowing she wasn't a sapphic, but told him, the new rules say don't ask don't tell.

End of Chapter One