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.