1 comments/ 20726 views/ 7 favorites Zoey By: BSBosworth Thanks to whoredinarygirl for editing help. Anything screwed up is probably because I didn't listen to her. ***** The truth is rarely pure and never simple. Oscar Wilde Zoey was a Lieutenant in the Navy. She was also multi-orgasmic. It was one of her many endearing features and I loved to indulge myself in seeing how many times and in how many ways I could make her come. Eventually the record was five. That was individual orgasms separated by at least a few minutes but not more than half an hour. Within those five I think she probably had several connected together but I wasn't counting the one huge, long, orgasm as more than one. There had to be some kind of rules in the game. And just because no one was aware of the game didn't mean it had no rules. It did. But they were entirely in my head and never discussed with anyone. The first time I saw Zoey was the day I reported to my new ship. The ship was in port Subic Bay, Philippines and I had just flown most of the night from the states to catch up with it. The huge gray monster I boarded that early morning was a repair ship, part of the auxiliary fleet that never saw combat. This meant that it was one of the first to have women on board. Co-ed. Deployed for months. And I had my own stateroom as did Zoey. And eventually we took advantage of the situation as I explored her multiple orgasm limits. But that was later. As I said, the first time I saw her was the day I reported. That early, early morning I was totally zonked from travel and time change and so went below decks to find my stateroom. I heard this female voice chewing out someone. I was glad to not be on the end of that fire breathing anger. I later found out she was justified in dressing down a sailor for his negligence but at the moment it rattled me a little. It was an interesting first encounter. As I rounded the corner I got to see what I had been hearing. Zoey had natural red hair (well, more about the natural part later) and it was as fiery as her temper. Not Irish as it turned out, but Polish. There were times down the road that I ended up on the wrong end of that temper and I've got the scorch marks to prove it. She was in a blue robe and had obviously gotten out of the shower and had to deal with the errant sailor on the way her stateroom. As tall as me (5'9) and a little too square jawed to be classically beautiful, she was in shape and looked it, but was curvy in the right places. Obvious even in the bulky robe. Turned out she filled out a uniform well also. I was whipsawed by conflicting thoughts between the fire breathing vocals and the visual of my first female on a ship no matter how discretely she was covered. Throw in the fact that I was sleep deprived. It would have been OK had she not turned around, lanced me with her green eyes and said, sharply,"Yesss?", drawing out the sibilant final consonant just enough to be sharp without really being threatening. Most of my circuits locked up. And I just stood there with a blank mind and not a thought to spare the conversation. "You're new," she snapped. "Welcome aboard." She continued to look at me for a long enough moment that I noticed her bright green eyes then she spun around and padded away in her slippers to her stateroom. That was my introduction to Zoey. For the next month or so I was busy settling in, making needed changes to my department, standing watch, finishing qualifications I needed, and all the myriad things that happen on board a ship during a deployment. It is definitely one of those you've got to see to believe. Shipboard life is intense. There is little time for socializing. We did manage to trade the initial life stories and I learned that she was the daughter of a single mom but was never really clear on where the father went. He was not dead but was completely out of the picture before Zoey even remembered him. She was smart. She was probably Mensa level smart and had wound up at California Institute of Technology (AKA - CalTech) majoring finally in civil engineering. So, a grad of one of the most prestigious schools in the world. While there she had become interested in the Navy, specifically the Diving and Salvage program which was just beginning to allow women into the ranks. She was one of the first and breezed through their training with little difficulty. Her job was to run a crew that could repair ships underwater during the middle of a deployment. Tough work with a lot of potential danger and the resultant responsibility. My story, not nearly so interesting, was one of middling grades in a middling school, bouncing around until I ran into someone who convinced me to take the officer's test which I passed. Offered a commission after training in Newport I ended up on ships and discovered finally that I was good at something, running a combat operations center in a potential war zone. Fortunately for me it was mostly potential and I was never involved in combat. This last transfer was to the current ship to shape up a sagging operations department. ***** One of Five ***** Sunday afternoon on a ship independently sailing across the Indian Ocean sometimes becomes a golden quiet time, a short period of calm when the crew could rest, watch a movie, read or do whatever was their pleasure. I was reading when there was a knock on my stateroom door. "Come in" It was Zoey. She was in her standard khaki's which on nearly everyone looked the same (hence the name 'uniform') but she made them look good. Her breasts were just the right size to look good in uniform, in proportion to the rest of her trim figure, not too small, not over sized, just right. And since the military kept on all of us to stay in shape, she was. Firm and evenly muscled without being 'buff'. Really, just right. Not a lot sexy about the khaki uniform but I knew what was going on underneath and I had an active mind so her presence just after her watch was over and eight hours before mine was due had my thoughts tumbling as soon as she came through the door. "Hey," I said, "everything good on deck?" "Quiet," she said, "still cruising along." Time on a repair ship tended to drag on and on between ports. At the moment we were transiting across the nearly endless Indian Ocean and if the weather was cooperative and we were not in the standard shipping lanes, it was hour after hour of nothing but beautiful blue sky and green water as far as the eye could see. Boring but lovely. Right now there were some long shallow swells and the huge ship languidly rolled a couple of degrees back and forth, just enough to rock you to sleep. It was great sleeping weather and great weather for other horizontal endeavors I thought more interesting at the moment. Since Hong Kong a month earlier, Zoey and I had been lovers whenever the opportunity arose. Not frequently enough for my liking so I made the most of the opportunities that availed themselves. This was obviously an opportune time and place and Zoey was apparently interested. We had quickly become accustomed to what turned each other on and how to prolong and repeat the pleasure. I locked the door and, as we always did, pulled out the drawer that was right next to it. This prevented anyone from opening the door and gave us lots of time to scramble if someone knocked. I turned out the overhead light leaving the desk lamp on then turned around and faced Zoey. She leaned in for a kiss and we locked lips slowly and gently giving and receiving, our tongues working together increasing the electricity between us. She had fantastic lips full and expressive. I ran my hands down her back to her ass then around her waist and pulled her against me. She felt my hardening cock and I got an "Mmmmmm..." for my efforts. My hands slowly moved down to her hips and I abruptly spun her around so her back was against me. I had her pinned against the stateroom sink facing the mirror. With both of us watching through the mirror I slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Regulations about sexy lingerie are pretty difficult to enforce as long as it does not show outside of the uniform. Victoria Secret would have been proud to have the breasts in this bra in their catalog. The material was thin and lacy and I could see her red nipples contrasting to the white skin through it. I scratched my fingernails across the top of her breasts and down so that I could feel as well as see her nipples hardening when I got to them. Her nipples always stood up like tough erasers as soon as she was warmed up and they were solid now. She was watching in the mirror enjoying both the feeling and the sight of her own reaction. Zoey had a thing about her ears. She loved it when I breathed softly into them and ran my tongue around the rim. I began pinching the nipple of her right breast as I kissed up her neck and nibbled her earlobe. She let out a small burst of air in a hissing sound and pushed her hips into me wanting to feel my cock hard against her ass. I tongued the inside of her ear while stroking down her bare stomach with my other hand arriving between her legs. Softly and then with more urgency I massaged her pussy through her pants. She pushed back hard and moaned so I unzipped the pants and put my hand inside stroking the soft lace there and sliding down to the slit in their middle. She moved her legs apart some giving me more access as I continued to rub her, gently resisting her efforts at this point to make it harder and faster. After a minute or so of this she was pulsing against me so I slid my finger under the side of the pouch that held her juicy cunt and down the lips. "Oh, yes," she whispered. Up and down her inner lips I slid my finger finally stopping at the hard bud at the top and started gently massaging it. At this point she was increasing the rhythm of her pumping hips and I could tell she was going to come. Rather than speed up I slowed down and decreased the pressure some. "Look," I commanded. She looked up and saw the face of an impending orgasm. Saw my one hand on her breast pinching her nipple and the other in her pants caressing the folds of her pussy. "Dammit!" she hissed, and grabbed my arm forcing my hand hard against her clit. I could feel the tension and then the dam bursting as she came hard against me, her body bucking and her hand pressing mine into her cunt. ********* The month after I reported aboard an opportunity presented itself to know Zoey better. We pulled into Singapore, at a docking facility called Sembawang. That was actually good news. Typically ships our size sit at anchorage in the harbor and getting ashore and back consists of a very time consuming ferry ride which, no matter how picturesque, is a pain in the ass. But we were welcomed to a docking facility to correct an engineering problem the ship had. The Chief Engineer's misfortune was our gain. Being in Operations I was pretty loose in port. Our hard work was done at sea. Other than my one day as Command Duty Officer I was free to come and go. Benefits of rank and a result of my organizational skills. After a month on board I had the department humming along and they did not need me to baby sit in port logistics. Zoey was the Diving Officer (no one looked even vaguely sexy in a hard hat diving outfit but she gave it a go in the picture I saw) and, as such, had a similar slack shore schedule as mine. Known around the ship by the enlisted as LT Grant she was actually on the same watch rotation in port as my assistant CDO. I was slightly senior to her even though we were both Lieutenants so she was my assistant on the watch rotation. Can't imagine how that happened. Very nice perk to being the Operations Officer, I was also the Senior Watch Officer responsible for making up the schedule. My forte has always been long range planning and I wanted to be sure we both went ashore at the same time. Ready to go ashore, we met up in the wardroom. Although we had occasionally passed each other to or from the head in our robes it was the first time I had seen Zoey in clothes other than her uniform. She was hot, sophisticated and slightly taller than me since she now had on some low heels. But no matter. She was wearing comfortable linen-like tan slacks and a loosely structured Oxford cloth cream shirt. Wife of the plantation owner headed out to check the land. With makeup on she was stunning. And she had some perfume I later found out was Cinnabar. Turns out that particular scent is hard wired to my groin. I was having some trouble already and we hadn't even left the wardroom. We hooked up with a couple of other junior officers, the usual formation, and headed towards town. Sembawang is lovely but on the opposite side of the island from downtown Singapore. We were headed to the famed Raffles Hotel and it's more famous "Long Bar". Home of the Singapore Sling. It was a place where the likes of Somerset Maughn, Joseph Conrad, Eva Gardner and Rudyard Kipling hung out. This was not my first trip to Singapore nor my first excursion to the Long Bar and I was happy to be the experienced guide for Zoey and the rest. As we got in the cab Zoey ended up next to me. Three of us in back and her warm body was next to mine. It was not hot out (somewhat unusual no matter what time of year in Singapore) and the cab was slightly air conditioned so having her body next to mine was very comfortable. Apparently for both of us as she never did make a move to put any air between us. Fine with me. I'm usually a simple booze hound. Bourbon and soda, Gin and tonic. Keep it simple. Don't lose the taste of good alcohol by mixing it with a bunch of junk. But when in Singapore one must do two things. First, see the Raffles Hotel. Built in the late 1800's it is an example of colonial style at its height. It is beautiful. Secondly one must go to the Long Bar in the Raffles and have a Singapore Sling. Created in 1915 by the bartender there it has Gin, Benedictine, Cointreau, some cherry liqueur, Grenadine, lemon juice, pineapple juice and a shot of bitters. Like so many such drinks the alcohol can hardly be tasted and after one or two it sneaks up on you. I was very aware of that and sipped slowly. The others either did not care or were less aware as the third round engaged while I was still on number one. Another of the traits I learned to love about Zoey is that she becomes amorous after a couple of drinks. Not just lowering her inhibitions, which it also did, but increasing her libido. My luck she was sitting next to me. Lively and flushed she would lean into me periodically as if we shared some piece of humor that the others did not get. I was happy with the contact but didn't push it further. She became increasingly soft and, well, the best description I can think of is pliable. I looked at her and asked, "You're between relationships?" "Yeah." "Been a while?" "What you mean to ask is," she said and then altered her tone to be a bit more masculine, "When was the last time someone checked to see if your red hair was natural?" I must admit I blushed head to toe and she giggled. "Well," I stammered, "when you put it like that it was a crappy question and I retract it." "No, it was fair, and I'll answer," she said with a gleam in her eye. "I graduated from college and at the same time ended the last great relationship of my youth. Then went to dive school and baby SWOS and then was assigned here where I spent the first five months grinding away at pre-deployment preps. So, my personal life has been on hold for a couple of years. And I have a hard rule about getting involved within a command." Somehow the way she said 'hard rule' made me twitch. And although we were stationed on the same ship we were actually not in the same command. I was ship's company and she was attached to the repair division, along for the ride. As we were both aware of our relative command positions the comment had a lot of meaning. It was that very command separation that lead to our more intense relationship. ***** Two of Five ***** Her breathing slowed and she relaxed against me. I kissed her neck and shoulder and removed her shirt. Still watching the effects in the mirror I removed her bra to reveal her magnificent breasts. I reached around and caressed them without the lacy covering. Then moved back down her stomach and finished removing her pants, her panties, shoes and the rest. She was now naked and facing me. I moved her gently to the bed and lay her down. Taking off my own my own clothes, I joined her, lying next to her and gently kissing her face and neck and lips. She was soft and warm against me in the afterglow of having come. As we kissed she reached down and gently stroked my cock. I turned her so I could roll on top with one of my legs between hers. I could feel her pussy wet against my cock but had no intention of entering her yet. Far too soon. She was moving against me trying to get into a position that she could impale herself on my shaft but I would not let her. She wanted me in control and I was. Sliding down a bit I pulled her right nipple into my mouth while massaging the left. I had discovered that she liked to have her tits squeezed hard and I did that while sucking and tonguing her nipple. She writhed beneath me and managed to move so that she had her legs wrapped around mine so that she could rub her pussy up and down on it. Lost in the moment I hardly noticed but after a few minutes when I changed nipples her bumping and grinding became more urgent and her breathing again became labored. I pushed my leg hard into her and renewed my efforts with her breasts. She started seriously humping my leg and, I'm sure, would have grabbed my cock and pushed it into her had I let her. But this was enough and she was rapidly approaching orgasm. A minute later she went rigid pushing her cunt hard against me as she came. This one lasted longer and when it was over she collapsed limply. ********* Shortly after we left Singapore I was called to the Exec's cabin. The Commanding Officer and the Repair Officer, commander of the repair command that was attached to the ship, were there and they did not seem to be happy. My life on the ship was that of a golden boy. I had a lot of free reign and spent time shooting the shit with these senior officers. This was not typical for a Lieutenant. But it was my good luck to be in that position. So walking into the room with all three of them present did not really make me anxious but it did make me curious about what was up. The XO ran the meeting and it turned out to be a mess he was handing me. When there is a problem in the military that might possibly, but not certainly, end up in disciplinary or even criminal action, the initial steps to determine the facts are frequently taken by a non-involved officer. No legal training required. Just follow the book. The JAG manual. The investigation is called a JAG (Judge Advocate General) Manual Investigation. This meeting ended up with me being the officer running the JAGMAN. I had a difficult time controlling my reactions on hearing the subject of the investigation. The officer being investigated was Zoey. Specifically, the fact that a critical box of diving gear was not on board. It was part of the deployment kit and Zoey had been responsible for ordering it. But it was not on board. She had failed in her duties. Potentially career ending for her. A determination for which I was primarily responsible. I would not make the final decision but the way these things worked the report carried a huge weight in the final decision and there had to be a pretty strong reason not to follow the recommendations made by the investigating officer in such a case. In a very real way Zoey's future depended on my report. I was sweating bullets even before I was dismissed. Just as in any investigation the report would contain a combination of interviews and physical evidence. First things first. I carefully read my mandate from the CO and outlined in my mind what would need to be done. But most importantly (and this is actually common in nearly all investigations) what outcome would best suite the powers that be. What would they really like to see. I was not going to change anything, not alter any facts, not kill any physical evidence but if there were some shading of things, shaping of the report, what would they like to see? My feeling is that they were kind of out for Zoey. The Repair Officer did not seem to like her (maybe due to it being a 'her'). I had the feeling that the CO and XO were neutral. So all in all it was an uphill battle for Zoey. Zoey I started with the RO. The details of this and any investigation are tedious at best. Each statement made by any witness must be parsed, summarized and then compared to every other statement and available evidence so that "Findings of Fact" can be developed from which "Findings of Opinion" would be derived and "Recommendations" made. Typically anywhere from 30 to hundreds of such Findings of Facts were delineated in a report such as this. I was looking at probably 50 or so. It was much like putting together a geometric proof or was at least supposed to approximate that. But dealing with people was very different from dealing with geometric concepts. People sometimes lie. Really. The RO gave me the rundown. Equipment was to be ordered. No equipment was on board and there was no proof other than LT Grant's statements that the equipment was ever ordered. Zoey was on the hook unless she could prove that it had been ordered. Talking to Zoey did not shed much light. She said that it had been ordered but so were thousands of other things and she had nothing in writing to prove that she had properly done her job. To her credit she was very professional and I tried to respond in the same way. Keep things as objective as possible. Not easy. I did not spend much time looking in her eyes or I would have been lost. My next stop was Zoey's senior enlisted, kind of a snarky Senior Chief by the name of Branch. He stated clearly that as far as he knew LT Grant had ordered the equipment but he could not prove it. "Sir," stated NDCS Branch, "LT Grant stated to me that she had ordered the equipment. I had no reason to doubt her." In other words he was hanging her out to flap in the wind. I had the feeling that he knew something but I could not shake his story no matter how I asked the question. He said that he had never actually seen an order but he "believed the Lieutenant." Right. On the third day of my investigation I started putting things together in the report and it was looking grim for LT Grant. I had been unable to find any proof substantiating her statement that the equipment had been ordered. She was screwed and not in a good way. No shading I could do could fix it. A knock on my stateroom door turned out to be ND3 Stack, a kid I knew to say hello to around the ship. Very young, very green and right now very nervous. "LT, can I come in?," he asked. "Sure." Stack came into my room and quickly closed the door. And then just stood in front of me fidgeting. "Well, Stack," I said. "Out with it. What can I do for you?" "Sir," he stammered and hesitated. "I'm in a bad position here. I know something but I'm afraid that I'll get hammered if I bring it up." "Does this have to do with my investigation?" "Yes, sir, it does." Sigh. "Well, do you want to be protected? If you've got something I can keep it anonymous." He hesitated, then said, "I saw an order for diving gear with LT Zoey's signature on it." "Where?" I asked. Again he hesitated. "Come on, Stack. You've come this far." "I was on my mess tour and had this month in the goat quarters." Translation: Stack had taken his rotation, as did all junior enlisted, with a month of service in the Chief's quarters. His responsibility would have been cleaning the rooms. For the Chiefs it was a privilege of pay grade and as they had all done the same when they were coming up I think they really enjoyed the luxury. "Senior Chief Branch's rack was open one morning last week and the order form was just sitting there with some other paperwork. I didn't snoop. Really." He was sounding kind of whiney now. "Ok, ok, Stack. You didn't snoop. Don't worry about that. What happened then?" "Nothing. I just kept cleaning. Didn't really think anything of it and not sure why I even remembered but when I heard about the investigation I realized what it meant. LT Grant is a great officer." I knocked on the door and opened it. "XO, can I come in? I've got something you need to hear." A seriously nervous Petty Officer Stack was behind me looking like he wanted to run. A ship is not a great place if you're looking to get away from someone so I was not really worried. "Petty Officer Stack has something to tell you, XO," I said. Stack related his story again to the XO and, ten minutes later, to the CO. "I'll need a search warrant and a Master-At-Arms, Captain," I said. In the military a Commanding Officer is as close to being an absolute ruler as you can get and that is never more true than on a ship. He has the right to force a search on his own authority if he believes that there is evidence that might not survive long enough to get to a port where there are more lawyers and courts. So it was only a half an hour later I had the Chief Master-at-Arms with me as a witness outside the Chief's quarters. We entered and moved directly to the bunkroom. As fortune would have it, Senior Chief Branch was laying on his rack. "Senior Chief," I said with more steel in my voice than I felt, "is this your rack?" "Well, Lieutenant, it sure looks like it." "Please get down off of it and open it up," I said, holding out the warrant. "I have the authority to search it." Slowly and with evident reluctance the Senior Chief moved off his rack and opened it. On top was a manila folder. I opened it and, to my relief, there was a requisition order for a long list of diving gear signed by LT Grant and dated two months before our deployment. "My report, XO," I said handing him the freshly printed report two days later. "Bottom line is that Senior Chief Branch assured LT Grant verbally when no one else was around that the gear was on board. His denial would have worked but for the requisition he had. No idea why he kept it. Maybe he thought he could come up with some kind of blackmail scheme. It doesn't really matter now. LT Grant is guilty of trusting her Senior Chief and maybe a little follow through but I don't see anything else. The final recommendation is an unofficial Letter of Reprimand. Nothing permanent on her record." ***** Three of Five ***** I slid down her body kissing breasts and stomach on my way down to the curly thatch of bright red pubic hair between her legs. After coming twice her cunt had a wonderful and strong musky scent that drew me in until I was licking clean the juices from her last orgasm. She tasted wonderful. I spread her swollen lips and opened up the flower then licked the length of the exposed slit. Zoey moaned and writhed against my tongue. I was in no hurry, no hurry at all. I explored the entire area between her legs first on one side of her outer lips, in that soft sensitive area next to her cunt then down below where her the pucker of her ass was and back up the other side staying away from that hot core for a bit. I continued this way for probably five minutes during which time she alternately stroked my hair and pushed me harder into her. Finally I began to pay more attention to the center of the heat licking up and down her wide wet lips and pushing my tongue into the space between them. I finally worked my way back up to gently tongue her clit while slowly and gently inserting my index finger into her. The response was immediate. She began to buck up and down against my tongue as I increased my pace and began to fuck her with first one finger then two. ********* A week later we were pulling into the mooring buoy in the middle of Hong Kong harbor halfway between Hong Kong and Kowloon, easily one of the most magnificent places in the world to park a ship. All around was an amazing variety of watercraft from military vessels to dinghies to what appeared to be pirate boats with dragons on the front. With brightly lit ferries constantly running back and forth from Hong Kong to Kowloon it was a constant three ring circus. And the view of the beautiful mountains on the Hong Kong side topped with Victoria Peak to the flat lands leading into China on the Kowloon side was a tapestry of movement and color and history. Truly captivating. Entranced by all of this I had not heard or felt LT Grant come up behind and started a bit when she said softly into my ear, "I owe you.". She put a piece of paper in my hand and walked away. I looked at the paper when no one could see. In printed handwriting it said: Park Hotel 7PM Room 421 I owe you. I could hear the echo of her soft voice saying those words as I approached the hotel. Hong Kong was a place that made escape to anonymity easy. The crew was happy to stay on the Hong Kong side drinking and doing all those things that sailors so and I was happy to head to Kowloon. I took the Star Ferry across the harbor and basked in the throngs of people who did not know or care who I was. Even as obvious as I was, a western tourist, this land had seen millions upon millions of westerners over the years and had absorbed them all. No one noticed one more. I was truly invisible a I walked from the ferry landing to the Park hotel. It was a simple place. Not really fancy. Nothing notable in the history books. A great nondescript meeting place. Room 421, I owe you My stomach lurched with anticipation as I entered the elevator heading to the fourth floor. Ever so slight a hesitation, an anticipation, as I stood before the door. Then knocked. The door opened and Zoey was there dressed in her usual shore leave khaki pants and green LaCoste polo shirt. And wearing also a gorgeous smile. "Beer?" she asked, handing me an icy cold Tsingtao. I was enveloped first by her presence and clear joy to see me, then by her musky scent and finally was overwhelmed when I looked beyond her through the floor to ceiling plate glass windows that overlooked one of the most filmed harbors in the world, Hong Kong. The entire scene was enveloping me in wonder that I should be a part of it. I took a couple of steps in and past Zoey, walking toward the window. Suddenly the lights went off and I was in the dark walking on air toward the panoply of the jewel of China strewn before me. Just before the window I stopped. With no light behind me there was only the barest reflection on the glass at all. It was like standing on a ledge. Behind me I felt the air stir and a voice in my ear, "Magnificent." "As are you," I replied sincerely, starting to turn. "No," she stopped me. And leaning against me, her breasts soft against my back, she kissed my neck. I had to put one hand on the glass to keep from falling into it but that allowed her to push more firmly, molding her body to mine. "I owe you," she whispered breathily into my ear. And with that she ran her hand across my chest hugging me to her finally ending up sliding it down to my stomach then down the front of my pants where she could easily feel the reactive hardness of my cock already straining against the material there. She had me trapped against the glass and I could only moan. She stroked me through my pants for a minute or two or an eternity, I could not be sure of the passage of time now. Then slowly and carefully lowered my zipper and reached inside to pull my cock out to the light. Again I started to turn, but was again stopped. With several small kisses around my ear she softly spoke, "This one is all mine. Just relax and let me bring you along. We have all night" I opened my eyes and overlooked the beautiful harbor as Zoey slowly stroked my cock up and down, softly and slowly, a massage of delight. She was patient and seemed not to care how long it would be. I was drifting on the bliss of the moment, the place, the musk and the rapturous joy of having this woman molded to my back and intent on my pleasure. After what must have been five minutes of gentle cock massage I was suddenly aware that my interest and sexual desire was starting to peak. The stroking continued slowly and surely, no rush. She reached around with her other hand and gently scratched at my balls as she continued the up and down stroking. That finally did it and with a gasp I launched my load towards the harbor of Hong Kong splashing the milky whiteness on the window. "There," she whispered breathily into my ear. "I still owe you but we're a little closer." "You don't have to feel like you owe me, Zoey," I said, turning toward her and taking her into my arms. We kissed deeply for the first time and were immediately lost in each other, shedding clothes and inhibitions as we moved onto the bed. I got to taste her sweet musk for the first time as we melted together under the lights of Hong Kong. ***** Four of Five ***** I reached over to the desktop next to the bed and grabbed my tie. To the hiss of her breath I grabbed her wrists and quickly did a figure 8 loop around them then reached up to tie the ends to the pipes at the head of the bed. In just 10 seconds or so I had her tied up and writhing against me. She liked to be tied up, liked losing control, liked having me drive her crazy. And I enjoyed watching her lose control, enjoyed pushing her to her limits. Backing up so I was kneeling between her legs I looked her up and down like a meal on which I was about to feast. She was gorgeous. Lithe and white pearl skin tinged with red freckles and both topped and middled with bright red hair. She moved under my gaze like a sinuous dancer just starting to warm up. I could see her cunt lips glistening, leaking the fluid that I had just elicited. "Fuck me," she pleaded, "Please fuck me now." Almost a whimper. Still quiet as we were surrounded by a crew of over 800 who must never know. I put a hand on each of her legs, at the ankle, and slowly and lightly moved up them separating them so that I had room to lie between. As I lay down on top of her I continued my hands up past her flat stomach to those magnificent breasts taking a handful of each and squeezing moving my fingers up to the rock hard nipples to pinch them both at the same time. Zoey's response was a moan. I finally lay down entirely on her and gently kissed her full lips holding her head between my hands, lovingly stroking her cheeks, her hair, pulling her tongue inside my mouth building the intensity as my cock found the opening to her cunt and I slipped fluidly inside. She moaned again in my mouth and I kept kissing her as I moved slowly but intently in and out of her. Zoey was the only woman I'd ever been with that could come without clitoral stimulation. Not always but sometimes she came while I was just fucking her, not even trying to make her come. My strokes into her became stronger and more intense as I was finally working up to my own orgasm when suddenly she started to buck and moan a little loudly. I was afraid she was going to cry out and I covered her mouth with mine. She screamed into my mouth as a strong orgasm shook her body. I was focused on keeping her quiet and so did not join her in coming. Slowly the waves subsided and her breathing returned to a more normal state. She smiled up at me with somewhat glazed eyes, "Well, that was a surprise. I think you're going to kill me. But what a way to go." ********** After Hong Kong the relationship between Zoey and me predictably changed. We worked on opposite ends of the ship so it was fairly easy during the day to not see each other. I sometimes joined her on the bridge watch and we talked for hours under the stars as the ship slid through the waters of the Indian Ocean. I learned about her life and she about mine and we became very close. When the occasion arose we managed to sneak into her room or mine and learn a lot of other things about each other. Turned out we were more than compatible physically, actually more like gasoline and matches which made it somewhat dangerous in a situation where we were supposed to be NOT doing what we wanted to do all the time. But it was that very tension and danger that kept things smoldering. One evening a week out of Hong Kong I was working late in my office (one I rated as a department head) when she was coming off the evening watch. As my office was behind the bridge the watch crew passed it on the way aft to the rest of the ship. As Officer of the Deck, Zoey was the last to leave the bridge after the oncoming watch was settled and the off going watch already in their racks. A quick knock and there she was. "LT Grant," I said in my most solemn officer voice. "I've got a problem, Ops," she said using my colloquial title. "And what would that be, LT Grant?" I queried. She turned toward the door and I heard the click of the lock. She then turned back and approached me at my desk where I was sitting with rising interest. "I've got this hot spot," she said. "I think I know what the problem is and I know you have the equipment to help." And with that she took my hand and covered the juncture of her legs with it. "Right here," she said softly. "If you press you can probably feel how hot it is." Feeling obligated to help I pressed. And pressed harder as I moved back and forth over the hot spot. And I could feel it was as hot as I was hard. Zoey started softly moaning and pushed into my hand so that she was riding it. For the first time I saw how easily she could come when she was really excited. I rubbed against her cunt feeling the heat, feeling the soft core as I moved my fingers back and forth. She grabbed my hand forcing it hard against her as she came with clenched jaw and tightly closed eyes. Standing rigidly like that for a few more moments she then collapsed with her hands on the desk on either side of my chair and her face in mine. She kissed me hard and ran her hands up my inner thigh to find my cock, hard and hot. Looking in my eyes she said, "I've got a place that was just made ready for that." Without another word she stood, opened her belt and pants, slid them down along with her panties and leaned forward on the desk. I moved up behind that wonderful ass and slipped my finger up between her legs to find her hot, wet pussy was, in fact, ready for me. I opened my pants and dropped them along with my underwear. Grabbing my cock I slipped the tip into her, dipping into the musky juices and sliding easily forward. I leaned over and wrapped my arms around her so that we were molded together and slipped deeply into her cunt. We both grunted with pleasure and I held, pushing hard into her impaling her as deeply as I could. Then slowly I slid back out and back in savoring exquisite, nearly frictionless glide in and out of her. In and out. In and out. Increasing the tempo some but not much. I didn't need much and it did not take long. With a groan I pushed deep into her and came. There was a pulsing sensation in her cunt that may have been a small second orgasm. But we stayed in that position for what seemed like a long time before standing and cleaning up some with tissues I had on my desk. "Thank you for helping with my problem, Ops," she said. "Any time, LT Grant." And with that she left, her sexual musk remaining behind. ***** Five of Five ***** My cock was achingly hard still but she was oozing with juicy contentment. So I had to be patient and bring her along slowly again. I untied her hands and we lay facing each other with my throbbing member between us nestled in her very damp patch of red pubic hair. It was all I could to not do just jump on her and fuck her with everything I had. But as usual patience was rewarded. I continued to caress her from her breasts and still rock hard nipples down her side to her thighs and around and up her back. I made that trip several times enjoying the luxury of her soft skin. Lightly, with my fingernails I brought her nerve endings back up and she murmured, "Oh, God that feels so good." I pulled her gently to me and we began gently kissing tongue tips brushing each other, no hurry, no reason to move any more than a languid pace. I continued to caress her finally ending up with the tips of my fingers on her ass and then between the cheeks dipping into the liquid warmth of her cunt where I slowly and gently stroked. I kept this up for many minutes until my cock reasserted itself and I felt the need to move things along. I lifted up and rolled her onto her stomach then lay my length on her back knowing that her favorite position was this. I dipped my hips slightly and slid into her cunt so slick with juices it felt like I was being drawn in, no need to push. The reason she liked this position is that it allowed all of my length to be entirely in her and I as buried to the hilt. The feeling nearly brought me to orgasm immediately. I managed to hold back but did not move for several moments. I really wanted this delicious part to last a while. Zoey After regaining control of my senses I began a slow and gentle in/out rhythm moving back until only the tip of my cock was touching her lips then forward again gliding back into the hot core of her. Again and again I did this until Zoey started pushing back into me picking up the pace and intensity. I had moved my hands up her arms until each of her hands was clutched in one of mine. Over time I had discovered that one of Zoey's tells that let me know she was about to come was that she gripped my hand tighter and tighter. She began to do that now as she moved my right hand down and under her pushing my palm into her pussy. "Do you want me to play with your clit?" I asked. "Make you come?" "Yessssss," she hissed. So I began to massage up her cunt lips up and around her clit and back slowly and methodically as she liked. Her grip on my other hand increased and I knew she was close. I decided to come with her and started fucking her with more and more power pushing into her deeper and deeper. Zoey was softly moaning with each thrust and gripping my hand until I knew it was time to release. She started to scream and quickly buried her face in the pillow. But I could still hear her scream as I exploded deep into her cunt with one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever had. We both lost track of everything for a while as the waves flowed over us both and I collapsed onto her back hot and sweaty. "How am I going to walk now?" she asked with a giggle. My cock was shrinking but I was still inside of her. I rolled to my side keeping it that way. The ship churned through the waters heading westward in the vast emptiness of the Indian Ocean. With massive swells creating the ship's continuous gentle rolling motion, Zoey and I, still connected, fell into deep and sated sleep. Zoey and Me I'm not used to writing all my thoughts like this and I really want to write about imaginary people, characters like everyone else, but I have to start somewhere and so I'm going to start with this story which is sort of mostly true and we'll see how this first story goes. I wasn't a slut in high school but I was an idiot. I got pregnant, had my daughter my senior year and thought college was out of the question until my parents said they would keep my daughter while I went to college because they thought it was that important for me to go to college. So kissed my little baby good-bye and went off to college and it was really hard those first few weeks because I missed her so much but my mom was so cool about things. When I told her I wanted to drop out so I could be with my daughter she told me, "No, college is about more than what you learn in classes, it's also about what you learn outside of class. Go be a slut, just don't get pregnant again." I know! It was crazy! My mom and me didn't have that kind of relationship where we talked about everything and were each other's best friends and all that crap like some girls seem to have with their mom. She was a good mom but seemed like just a mom to me and not a woman, if that makes sense. It makes more sense to me now that I'm older but back then it felt really strange. Telling me to be a slut wasn't the weirdest thing she said to me. The weirdest thing she said was "Girls can't get you pregnant." I was shocked and remember asking her if she was telling me to become a lesbian and she said she wasn't. She said she was only telling me to have fun and lots of it and that was that. It was sort of the end of an odd and creepy conversation that changed my attitude about being away at college. It's funny thinking backwards to that time because I wasn't a party girl back then. I never was. I was always a good girl, except for getting pregnant. Anyway, I didn't know what I was supposed to do with mom's advice. Just because I was a good girl didn't mean I wasn't still a girl, too. I think I would get as horny as anyone else. I was curious about stuff and I played with myself a lot and stuff. I had had boyfriends and just because I got pregnant does mean I was a slut because I wasn't I just made a stupid, dumb mistake that resulted in getting pregnant. The freshman dorms were called suites and we had two small rooms that were connected by a shared bathroom for four girls. (I know!) I had a roommate in my room and in the room that was connected by the bathroom were two more girls that me and Lindsey didn't see a lot. (Lindsey was my roommate and no that's not her real name.) Lindsey was cool but quiet and she was gone a lot and I guess that was good because it felt as if I had the room to myself most of the time and I sort of liked and hated that at the same time. Our suitemates were Beth and Zoey and it was Zoey who this story is about. Like I said, we didn't see a lot of our suitemates because they had their own room and schedule and stuff. We saw them in the hallway and sometimes in the bathroom or through the bathroom or whatever. I know I liked Zoey a lot more than Beth because Zoey was so petite and cute. She was really tiny. She was only four feet and eleven inches and blonde hair and boobs that looked really big on her but probably weren't any bigger than mine but looked that way because she was so much smaller than me. Oh, and she was really funny, too! I know some girls didn't like her because she was really bubbly and sort of loud and laughed a lot but those were all reasons why I liked her. She was nice and never mean about the girls and sort of churchy which I didn't like but then I found out that maybe that part of things didn't matter. So I don't remember everyone's class schedule from way back then but I remember that we were at class most of the day because the day that things sort of changed was a day when I thought everyone was in class. Lindsey, my roommate, had a work study job and was gone like all day every day. I had a class at one o'clock except that one day when that class was cancelled because the professor was sick or something and so I went back to my room. Because I knew I would have the room to myself and I was sort of horny, I knew I was going to go back to my room to masturbate. There were a couple guys in the class that got cancelled who I liked to imagine doing stuff with and I was thinking about them when I got back to my room. I went into my room and I had to pee. I remember that part really well because it's how things sort of started. The thermostat for our suite was in their room and Zoey and Beth used to leave the bathroom door open incase we needed to turn the air conditioning or heat up or down. We used to leave the door to our room open, too, though I don't know why. I guess because they left theirs open? I don't know. I never really thought about it. So, I had to pee and because I thought I had the suite to myself I just went into the bathroom and sat on the toilet without shutting any doors. It didn't feel like a weird thing to do since we were all girls and like I said I thought the suite was empty. What I remember is sitting on the toilet and hearing a weird buzzing noise coming from Zoey and Beth's room. It sounded like an electric toothbrush and I think I only heard it because the rooms were so quiet with no one around. I just remember sitting there peeing and hearing that faint buzz and hearing how the sound kept changing and wondering why it was such a strange sound. It would get louder and softer, louder and softer and that didn't make sense to me. I could tell it was coming from their room, Zoey and Beth's room, but that was it. If it wasn't because the thermostat was in their room and I sometimes adjusted it, I don't think I would have gone into Zoey and Beth's room. One of them had a habit of turning the heat or air conditioning off when we went to class to save energy. I know that was why I didn't flush after I wiped because Beth had made this big deal about "If it's yellow, let it mellow" as a way to save water. I also know because of what I was planning on doing, I didn't bother to pull my pants all the way back up. I sort of held my shorts and panties up without really pulling them back into place. I was really horny, I remember that. And I remember that the buzzing sound wasn't really my business, except I was curious and so I acted as if I was going to check the thermostat as an excuse to see what was buzzing. So, I stood up and held my bottoms mostly up and walked into their room as if nothing was going on because I was so sure they were both in class and I didn't expect anything to be going on. Boy was I wrong!!! As soon as I stepped into their room, I saw her. I couldn't NOT see her. Zoey was laying in the middle of her bed. She was completely naked. It's sort of funny remembering it now because the first thing I noticed about her being naked was her being naked. I know that sounds funny except I remember the first thing I noticed was how she didn't have any tan lines even though she had a very nice tan. Sometimes I think it's why other girls didn't like Zoey because she was cute, bubbly and had even though she was blonde she had always had a really nice tan. I knew it wasn't a tan that came from a tan though I always figured it was fake-baked. My grandma was Italian and I have that sort of general, olive-toned tan year round. Zoey, being blonde, had a real tan and it was the same color on her stomach as her thighs as her breasts. Her tan was a real tan color and not a sort of brown color like my tan gets to be. I remember freezing in place as I stood in the sort of hallway that was right there. See, the way the rooms were laid out, when you walked in you walked past two long closets and it felt like a short hallway before you got the room where there were two beds, two desks and a refrigerator (and whatever else people brought to school). I stood there, frozen in place, holding my shorts and panties up, but not on. In front of me, on her bed, Zoey was naked. Her eyes were closed really tight and as I stood there for only a moment, I watched her digging her heels into the mattress and pushing her pussy up in the air. So many things happened all at once for me. Like I said, the first thing I noticed was how pretty and evenly tanned her skin looked. I still think that it's funny that I noticed that first because of what she was doing. The next thing I noticed was the big, white, bullet-shaped vibrator she held against her pussy. She held the tapered tip of the old school toy directly against her clit and she was pressing really hard because I remember seeing how her labia was sort squished around it and how her labia was tan, too. Maybe that was why I noticed her tan? I don't know. But that wasn't the craziest part. The crazy part was her other hand and it confused me when I first saw it before I realized what she was doing. At first, I thought she was grabbing her ass and I thought that looked sexy and thought I should try that, too. Then I thought she was fingering her pussy from behind because I saw two fingers pressed deep inside of her hole and I thought she was fingering her pussy while rubbing her clit because sometimes I did that. And then I realized those two fingers I saw pressed inside her pussy weren't really pressed inside her pussy, they were pressed inside her butt! And she was working them in and out! And her fingers were really deep inside her butt!!! (And I noticed how the back of her hand was the same color of tan as the rest of her body, but I guess that doesn't really matter.) I stood in their hallway, stuck on stupid. Everything happened fast, but it felt as if it was happening in slow motion. I heard the vibrator making that buzzing sound and how the buzzing sound changed because of the way she pressed it against herself and it was part of how I knew she was pressing hard against her clit because it was changing the sound. I saw her fingers poking her butt and they were two knuckles deep and I can even remember thinking, "Well, she does have small fingers" because she had two fingers inside her butt. I remember seeing her fingers were moving, pressing in and out. "Yes, yes, yes!" she whispered to herself, pressing her fingers deep every time she said the word "yes!" She wasn't loud, but I was in the same room as her. Then she sort of froze and I remember the panic of guessing she saw me except her eyes were still closed and I hadn't made any noise. I watched her shiver and I knew she was having an orgasm. She quivered. Her hips moved up and down, as if she was waving them at me and then she relaxed, sort of sitting on her hand. Laying on it, I guess is more accurate because her fingers were still inside her butt when she put her butt back on the bed. And she moved the vibrator from being pressed against her clit to her pussy and pushed it inside. She moaned, a bit louder than her "yes's." Her fingers inside her backside were still in motion, too. I don't know how I knew that, but I did. I think I could tell because of the way her arm moved. "Shit, sorry," I mumbled and I saw her eyes snap wide open as I darted back into the bathroom. I ran to my bedroom. I didn't shut doors behind me. I didn't know what to do. I ran into my room and stood there in the space between my bed and Lindsey's bed and wondered what the hell I was supposed to do. I turned around, watching the opened door between our rooms, still holding my shorts and panties up. I remember cupping my pussy. I don't know why I did it. I remember changing hands. I had been holding up my shorts and panties with right hand. I switched to my left hand and held my right hand over my pussy. I don't know if I was trying to hide my pussy or touch it. I really don't because all I can really remember was feeling so panicked, as if I was in trouble or something. "Katie?" Zoey called. "Yeah," I called back and I remember feeling my finger pressing against my clit as if that was why I was holding myself. "I was going to adjust the thermostat." "How much did you see?" she asked and she sounded closer, as if maybe she was standing at the doorway to the bathroom in her room. "Nothing," I said and I knew she knew I was lying. In my mind's eye, I was already replaying everything I did see. I was pressing my finger against my clit and rubbing and knew that was bad. I made myself stop and put my clothes on again. I pulled my panties on, but only held my shorts closed. I fastened the button on top of my shorts. Damn, I didn't want to get dressed. I wanted to play with myself, but could I still do that? Now? After what just happened? "Liar," Zoey said and she giggled. "You saw everything, didn't you?" "Maybe," I said, not sure what to make of her giggle. "It's okay, though. I do it, too." "Can I watch you do it?" she asked and somehow I knew she was just on the other side of the open door to the bathroom. I guess it was the sound of her voice, I don't know. But just like how I knew she knew I was lying, I knew she had gotten out of her bed, walked to her door of the bathroom and had walked through the bathroom as far as my door. "Can I just sort of do it?" I asked, meaning, without her watching. I wanted to do it, but I didn't want to be watched doing it. I guess I knew, if I did it and I left the doors open, she might look into my room and watch me do it, but I didn't really think it all the way through. I knew I wanted to do it. I still wanted to do it. In a lot of ways, I wanted to do it even more now than when I first got back to my room. "Are you going to do it now?" she asked. Her voice was quieter. She didn't need to be loud. She was too close. "Maybe," I said and I undid the top of my shorts and pushed my hand inside my panties. I was really wet and horny and needy. I really wanted to do it, not because of what I saw, but because I wanted to do it anyway. "Do you want to borrow my toy?" "No!" I said, stunned she would ask that question. It felt too personal, too intimate and at the same time, I knew my answer was wrong. I did want to try her toy. I did want to know how it felt to have something vibrating against my aching clit. And I wanted to play with my butt, too. Not because I really knew anything about playing with my butt, but because I had seen her doing it and now I was curious how it felt. I wasn't going to do it like she did, but maybe I would do it. Maybe I would touch back there and see how it felt and stuff. Zoey giggled again. "It's really fun," she said. "Have you ever used a toy?" "No," I said without admitting that I had used other things because that wasn't important. "I bet you'd like it." "Maybe," I admitted and that was when the whole thing began to feel sort of creepy and weird. I think I calmed down from my initial panic of catching her and her catching me and worrying about being in trouble. I was horny and maybe I owed her something but I didn't think it was the same thing she thought I owed her. "I think I'm just going to do it, okay?" "Okay," she said and I wasn't sure what she meant by that. Did it mean it was okay for me to do it and she would leave me alone? I stood with my hand inside my panties for another long moment before I did anything else. I don't know what I was waiting on before I got down to it. I guess I was waiting on her to come into my room and do something. I don't know. I just remember standing in the middle of my room, holding my shorts with one hand while I tentatively caressed my aching clit with my other hand because I really wanted to get off. I wanted to get off by myself. I wanted to do it and maybe think about what I saw Zoey doing but that was it as far as I knew. "Are you still there?" I asked. "No," she said with another giggle and I saw her arm. Just her arm (and hand, LOL) as she put her toy into my room. She propped it up on its flat base in the hallway outside the door to the bathroom, but that was all she did. I stood there and stared at the big, white toy standing in front of my and Lindsey's closet space. It was taller (longer?) than I thought it was and it looked like a big dick standing in the middle of the floor, that is, if a dick could be long, white and plastic. "I'm not going to use that," I said and I laughed, too. I pushed off my shorts, pulled off the t-shirt shirt I was wearing and undid my bra, too. I was in just my panties, which didn't feel too naked because all four of us would sometimes walk around in just our panties. But I had a hand inside my panties, too, which was different. And I was touching myself, which was different. "How do you like to do it?" she asked. "I just do it," I said, unsure how else to answer her question. What do I do? I lay on my back and I play with my clit until I have an orgasm. Sometimes I play with my tits, too. And sometimes I'll finger myself, but not very often. I've used things, like a hairbrush handle, inside of me, but mostly I just rub myself until I have an orgasm. Sometimes, I like to do it more than once. Sometimes, I like to tease myself a few times and get close to an orgasm before I finally give myself one. I like to read when I masturbate if I have a good book with some good, dirty parts to it. But I don't feel as if I was ever a freak about how I played with myself. I just sort of did it and that was that. "Are you doing it now?" "Not really," I said because I still had my panties on. That felt stupid because I was rubbing my clit and knew I was going to do it. I took off my panties. My nipples were really hard and I pulled on one of them because it felt good and because they were so hard they needed attention. I felt really naked. More naked than being naked. I think, because I was standing in the middle of my room and, in part, because I knew Zoey was right on the other side of that doorway. I don't know if I really thought she would come into my room to watch. I think I had decided she wasn't going to do that because she hadn't done it yet and because of the way she put that toy into my room without poking her head inside, too. I just remember standing in the middle of my room, being really horny, being really horny in part because I knew she was so close and probably still naked, and I was standing there with one hand on my tits and one hand between my legs and I knew I was going to do it. I was going to masturbate, even if I didn't want her to watch. "You should finger your pussy," she said. "Maybe I already am," I laughed, though I hadn't done that yet, I started to do it. Just one finger, my middle finger and I pushed it deep inside of me because she wanted me to do it. It felt good. Not as good as having my finger on my clitoris, but it still felt good in that way I think most girls know and understand. One finger doesn't do much for most women, at least I don't think it does. It's not so much how a finger feels inside of you, it's more about how the inside of you feels, if that makes sense. I felt how hot and wet my pussy was and it sort of reminded me how excited I was. It's a little bit like playing with our nipples. Playing with my nipples feels really good when I'm excited but it's not going to get me off no matter how good it feels. But I still like to do it because it makes everything else I am doing feel that much better. "I'm going to do it, too," she said and I somehow knew she meant she was going to do it right where she was standing without going back to her bed. "It feels so good. I am so wet." "Me too," I said. "Are you sitting, standing or laying down?" "Sitting," I said, moving to my desk chair. I spun it around so I still faced the hallway and the bathroom door. Sitting felt better than standing. "On your bed?" "In my chair," I said, feeling better because her question meant she wasn't watching me. I pinched my nipples pretty hard because I like that. My nipples get really hard and I have pronounced nipples that show really easily if I'm wearing the wrong kind of bra or no bra at all (and that's why I used to always wear a bra). If I'm not wearing a bra sometimes people think my nipples are hard even when they are not.