My Fleet Experience Ch.2

By Jax_Teller

After weeks at sea, the day to day contact with Linda was getting to me physically. We’d both agreed that we should keep our physical relationship limited to shore leave. I went into the magazine of our missile system one day to check work that had been done that day shift and found Mike one of my missile techs balls deep in some female I didn’t recognize. Mikes’ pants were around his ankles and she was sitting on a work bench her pants and underwear in a ball on the deck. Her shirt was open in the front and her bra was pushed up over her breasts loosely. It only took seconds but that image was now engraved in my head.

They both looked at me as I entered and stopped in my tracks. They started to separate and I said “as you were.” With-out missing a beat I turned back through the bulk head door, and said “carry-on” as I twisted the closer, latching the door closed. I wasn’t about to report their behavior but they didn’t need to know that. It was about 45 minutes later that Mike went by the TV lounge looking in as he passed by, obviously looking for me. He stopped dead in his tracks and came in and sat down in a chair next to mine. He didn’t say anything for a few minutes, and when the show that was on went off, the few others in the room filed out as was usual.

Mike turned to me and said so, what are you going to do? I knew what he was talking about but thought about it and decided to have some fun at his expense. I answered and said ”well I think I am going to watch one more show and then turn in for the night, how about you?” He got a distraught look on his face and said no you know what I mean, about earlier. I said “relax Mike, we’re system mates and as long as it doesn’t interfere with the job, I’m not going to write you up for being a man.” He said that he appreciated it and that he owed me. I said just be careful, because there were others that would have wrote him up immediately. He said thanks for the heads up.

Later that evening I saw the female that Mike had been with and as we passed by each other in the hall she turned to me and said thanks Master Chief, I said my pleasure. She looked at me trying to decide in her mind what I was talking about. Looking at her rating patch I saw she was a yeoman which in the navy was the accounting department, and that she was a third class petty officer. The name on her name tag was Lucy Newton. I thought briefly about the theme from the, I love Lucy television show. As she walked away I could see why Mike had been attracted to her, because from the front dressed in dungarees she looked average, but as she walked away I could see that she had bubble butt. Nice and round and her uniform was tailored to accentuate that feature. As I watched her walking away she looked back and locked her eyes on mine and then turned back to where she was going.