Again, this story is pure fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. (wink)
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One of the memorable events in my sex life occurred when I was sent on special assignment to augment a Navy staff during a "crisis" between two Asian countries. Things like this aren't unusual. During this event I was part of a special warfare command. No, I wasn't a SEAL or anything that exciting. I was an operations planner and the Admiral's staff was light several watch standers in Supplementary Plot (aka SUPPLOT) which is a Special Compartmented Intelligence Facility or SCIF usually located near the War Room.
I flew onto the ship and had to check in with the Flag Secretary and get a stateroom assigned and also find out how the flag mess worked. I walked into the office and was introduced to the Flag Sec. I was expecting a guy but found myself looking at a woman. She was dressed in typical Navy Officer at sea khakis, Surface Warfare Officer or (SWO) pin, gold oak leaves of a LCDR, and a name tag identifying her as LCDR Brenda Yamashita.
Of course this isn't her real name but it imparts all the necessary and important and true things about her. She was a Naval Academy Lieutenant Commander or O-4 and of Japanese Ancestry, around 5' 4" tall, smallish breasts but good for her stature 32-28-32, maybe 125 lbs., her hair was jet black and put up into a bun per Navy standards. I learned later she was married, no children, early 30's... and she smelled fantastic. I decided then and there to try to get into her pants.
I said "Good afternoon ma'am, I'm LT xxxxxxxxxx."
"It's Brenda," she said smiling and held out her hand. We went through my orders which were open ended, meaning they were authorized to keep me as long as they wanted. She noticed it and said, "Seems we can keep you as long as we want."
"As long as you don't abuse me I'm happy to stay, besides was getting bored with Makalapa anyway," I said with a smile.
"If you didn't want abuse you shouldn't have come here," she said, "the Admiral can be difficult." She endorsed my orders and got me set up in a room which was at the of a dead-end passage way and, as it turned out, was next to hers. She said the room was usually kept vacant and ready for augmenters like me. I think she just liked her privacy.
I reported to the Staff Intelligence Officer who in-briefed me in the areas I needed, got me access to SUPPLOT and then turned me over to the Commander I'd be working for. OMG, what a prick. CDR Asshole, as I'll call him, had his nose so far up the Admiral's ass he could see tonsils. He was a failed E-2C Hawkeye AIO (Air Intercept Officer) who was finishing his last tour before high year tenure got him kicked out for failure to promote. Nuff said about him, the lousy good for nothing weasel waste of perfectly good DNA.
All the important things were set, where to eat, where to work, where to work out, where to sleep. I was a happy camper. Supper in the flag mess was more formal than either breakfast or lunch and we had to wear khakis with ribbons. I walked in for supper and found my place setting name was next to Brenda. She arrived having changed into a khaki skirt. Her legs were pretty nice. We jabbered during supper and it evident we'd be getting along famously.
My first watch was until 11:30 pm and I had to start a routine of working out after watch. I had just changed into my work out clothes and had left my stateroom when I collided with Brenda at a corner. She was coming from the women's head having just finished a shower. She came around the corner just as I was going the opposite way.
She was wearing a calf length terry cloth robe, her hair was wrapped in a towel, and was wearing colorful beach flip flops that had plastic flowers on them.
I raised my hands automatically as we collided. My left hand was ok... it wound up on her right arm. However my right was on her left tit. I dropped them quickly and began to apologize.
She laughed it off and casually said, "Careful, that can get you into trouble around here," and then a bit quieter, "I may take it as foreplay. Why are you up to this late"?
I looked around theatrically pretending to look for eavesdroppers, leaned to her ear and whispered, "I'm just off watch and looking for some one willing to practice foreplay with. You know anyone"?
She smiled and said, "Oh, my favorite past time."
"What a coincidence, mine too!" I said adding with a wink, "I'm just headed to the weight room for daily exertions."
"No foreplay in there unless you like other sweaty guys," she said as she walked away.
Women were now on ships in numbers and Captains were dealing with sailors fucking onboard. But for any career officer, a liaison may occur but NEVER on the ship. I watched her walk away wondering...
Due to my watch schedule and nature of my job I didn't see much of Brenda except for supper and early in the morning. She had a reputation as a bitch but I wasn't seeing it. She was pleasant and actually quite friendly. We carried on a teasing banter that included practical jokes and sexual innuendo that centered around her comment about foreplay. Only when we were sure no one else was around of course. The other guys were shocked at how we got along and told me it wasn't the true "Brenda the Bitch" that she was putting on a show for some reason.
With my stateroom being next to hers, it wasn't uncommon for us to see each other in towels or robes, me in a towel and her in her robe. I made it a point to learn her routines so I could catch her coming or going to the shower. Eventually we found ourselves sitting in each others staterooms talking and laughing, sometimes in towels and robes and always with the door open, as required back then. It was in these conversations I learned she couldn't have children. She said her and her husband intended to adopt when she got off the staff.
The weeks went by and finally the two knot-head countries simmered down, the ship was released from station, and I was told I could head home.
Since they were sending a C-2 in I was asked if I wanted to fly in and head home a couple days early. I jumped at the chance to get the hell off the ship. Brenda arranged everything and told me the first flight back to the states that I was allowed on was on Tuesday, two days after we flew in. Sometimes I hated my job because it meant I could only fly US carriers. In this case I wasn't all that disappointed and it turned out the delay was worth it.
The morning I left I got my things together and went to check out. I was disappointed that Brenda wasn't in the office. I walked into the Air Traffic Officer's (ATO) office and there she was. Like most Naval officers, Brenda wore multiple hats and one of them was as the Morale, Welfare, and Recreation (MWR) Officer for the staff.
