Only the names have been changed.
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He was really good looking, sharp as they all were, in his whites. Trim and purposeful and his blue eyes flashed when he smiled, which was often. I was immediately attracted and thought it a little weird, not something that happens to me, strong attraction to a younger man. Part of it was he paid attention to me, asked questions, wanted to hear my story. And he had a way of touching my arm or my shoulder that was both friendly and intimate as if I was allowed to interpret it any way I wanted. He was younger if only a few years which made me what, a cougar? A MILF! That such thoughts should even cross my mind shocked me, rattled my dormant sex drive.
As part of a ship's crew on a Frigate making a port visit in our city during the summer festival, he was standing on the rails along with a fifty or so sailors. They were all in white adding their part to a magnificent summer day with flags flying and the growing crowd cheering. I was the liaison officer, a Navy Lieutenant helping coordinate and he was my contact. Walter was his name. Walt. He was also a Lieutenant although active duty while I was a reservist. We hit it off immediately and the coordination went smoothly so our relationship went from collegial to friendly to, well, I wasn't sure where it was going next but apparently the teenager in my brain knew as my dreams became populated with a hard body dressed in white.
Now I'm waiting for him to get ready wondering what it is I do want. Of course, inside in my deepest, darkest corner where my dormant fantasies reside all I want to do is jump him and rape him. My internal teenager giggles. But surely he can't want me in that way, dumpy as I am. I'm not fat, I'm fairly trim in my dress whites with skirt. I look pretty good. But the bra I wear hides the fact that my good size breasts are a lot less firm after nursing two kids and it is obvious that I've passed my physical prime. He is tight, the word that comes to mind. Sturdy. Hard. My imagination again running away.
He comes into the wardroom where I'm waiting. "Ready to go?" he says, and he steers me with a hand on the small of my back, the warmth still there after he removes it. We head off as he salutes the quarterdeck and the flag, taking his formal departure of the ship. We head to the van where my husband waits. Seeing my husband with Walt there is embarrassing. He looks like such a blob to me. We do the introduction thing and are off to see the sites, such as they are. In the middle of hearing the blob drone on I turn back with my hand on the back of the seat and the weirdest thing happens. Walt suddenly reaches out and takes it, takes my hand and holds it like a high school kid right behind my husband's back. I've got chills and am watching the blob who is clueless, as usual. Walt kind of strokes my hand with his finger and I respond in kind, the electricity from my hand goes through my body and down between my legs. Holy, shit, I'm getting wet because he touched my hand. Am I so freakin' horny that just holding hands is a stand in for sex? Yeah, I guess so. After a while the blob turns to make a point and we drop hands like nothing has happened, but we've crossed a line here and I'm wondering where we're going.
As it turns out the next day is the ship's last and I'm so frustrated I can't stand it. Here we made a connection that I want to follow and we're stuck. Walt can't leave the ship. He's on duty so all I can do is go hang out in the wardroom with him and be frustrated.
We sit at the end of the wardroom table, I wore pants today since my skirt was dirty, no time to dry clean it. That made me think of the previous night. As I had drifted off to sleep I had the fantasy of Walt's running his hand up inside my skirt. Since it was my fantasy I didn't have on the required panty hose so he had access to my wet cunt. The scene in my dream was a jump cut to his accessing that same wet cunt with his hard cock. After three years without feeling a cock inside me I was screaming in ecstasy. I'd long ago given up on sex but being around Walt was stirring up the feelings again. I knew it to be a bad idea, bad to start feeling again, bad to step out of the cocoon of sexual numbness I'd been in but Walt buzzed with sexual energy and he focused it on me. Unlike my husband I'm sure his equipment wouldn't wilt. I woke up soaking wet between my legs wondering if I'd had an orgasm in my sleep.
It was all a fantasy, I knew, and I was trying not to think of it as I sat there with him drinking coffee talking about the ship's future schedule.
"Muskegon is next," he said. "They have a festival there too and, of course, we're the backdrop."
"Really too bad you're leaving, I've got more to show you," I said and then blushed at the double entendre I'd blurted out.
His leg was pressed against mine in a way that felt more than accidental and I responded, maximizing the contact, all under the table where the overhanging cloth kept it out of sight of anyone passing by.
"Really, like what?" he asked with a grin.
Sure, now we were playing. Now, when we couldn't do anything about it, now we were dancing. My mind was screaming in sexual frustration. When I felt his hand on my thigh I nearly jumped. I felt like a school girl again.
"Well," Jesus I was stammering. A freakin' naval officer onboard a ship and I'm stammering like a little girl.
"Well, there are some areas around here that have been neglected for a long time," I managed. Electricity between my legs.
"Oh?" he asked. His hand moved slowly and softly scratching the inside of my leg. "Do tell."
"There were some places developed a long time ago, well developed and well-tended but they've been abandoned in the last few years." My breath caught as his hand moved further up my thigh almost to my cunt.
"Oooh," I softly sighed. "Someone's going to see us."
He kept softly caressing my leg closer to the center, my cunt was gushing, I could feel it wet and willing, Jesus I wanted him inside me.
"Come on, I've got an idea."
As he stood up I could see his cock straining against his pants. Oh, what a sight. I wanted to grab it right there.
"Might be better if you walk in front, run interference for me," he was grinning as he pointed me towards the wardroom door. We went out and up the ladder just outside the door.
"In there," he said as he was pointing me towards the executive officer's stateroom.
"Wait, what? we can't..."
"He's off the ship for the night, won't be back until tomorrow."
