A Dangerous Kiss

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My first duty station was in Mayport, Florida, a large ship yard where the Navy and Airforce worked together. I was fresh out of Bootcamp and ATD school where we were trained to become Deck Seamen. My job got me dirty on a daily basis. I hauled lines, cleaned, primed, painted, loaded armory back and forth on small boats for the training officers, and occasionally did admin.

We were all preparing to go to Iraq for a six month deployment. So, everyone was stocking up on uniforms, supplies, and of course, getting in those last minute booty calls before we set sail.

I was assigned to the USS John F. Kennedy just a few days before we were scheduled to leave. Little did I know, this particular ship had a reputation for being wild. Its secret acronym was Cunt Vault 67.

Shortly after checking in, I’d already caught a few people fucking in the showers, girls giving and receiving head in the bathroom stalls by the galley, and ran into quite a few Jerry-rigged kink rooms with handmade glory holes in the shops below deck. Seeing all this for the first time really had my juices flowing. It was exhilarating! Of course, I was eager to find ass of my own while on board.

I was running the last items on my checklist for my commanding officer, Sarah. She was a gorgeous and unfortunately married hottie I turned in paperwork to for weapons qualifications. I’d seen her a few times, practicing on M16 rifles and Glock 40s. It really turned me on watching her shoot. There is something very sexy about a woman who can handle a gun. I remember having to keep an extra pair of panties for when I saw her in the shooting range. I would get so wet, watching her blow holes through paper targets.

She never faltered in concentration. I wanted to feel those intense, gorgeous eyes of hers on me, along with the rest of her beautiful self. Every time she was there, I would stand close until her turn was over. Then I would turn away quickly and go back to work, so she didn’t notice.

This time, we were alone in the shooting range. I was staring at her again. Except now, there was no crowd to mask my dazed expression. I immediately drew her attention.

She walked up to me, pistol in hand, and stared right back at me. Now that we were face to face, I didn’t know how to act. I just stood firm and looked forward. I had to remember that she was my Superior and it was my job to maintain Military bearing.

“See something you like?” she asked jokingly.

“Yes ma’am,” I replied respectfully, “I admire how you shoot. You’re very good.”

“Let’s see how you shoot,” she smiled.

She handed me her gun and turned on the target wheels. Feeling her that close to me had my heart racing. My knees were trembling and my pussy tensed.

“At ease,” she whispered, holding up my elbows from behind and pressing her breasts on my back.

I just held my breath and fired frantically. I usually had decent aim, but not this time. I was lucky to get a few body shots.

“Pathetic,” she muttered. “I have seen you in qualifications, you’re better than this. What’s up? Are you nervous or something?”

I put the safety on and sighed. “Yes ma’am, you make me nervous.”

She stepped closer and took her pistol back. “Why?”

“Because I find you very attractive,” I stated quickly.

A long moment of silence followed. I didn’t know what to expect as a reaction, but it felt good to finally say it out loud. It was either a very brave or very stupid thing to do.

“You’re not allowed to be attracted to me,” she whispered, pinning me up against the wall.

“I know,” I whispered back, breathing heavily. “I can get in a lot of trouble…”

She nodded, “Yes, WE can get in a lot of trouble.”

She looked at me studiously, while slowly unzipping my coveralls. She slipped her hand down the seam of my panties without losing eye contact. She looked me directly in the eyes with that same intensity she had for the targets. The corner of her mouth curled up to a sinister sexy grin, feeling how wet I was. My pussy was literally dripping.

She slid her fingers inside me and held my wrists above my head. She teased my lips and wouldn’t allow me to kiss her, making me even hornier. Feeling the soft brush of her lips on mine was both torture and pleasure.

“You know what else,” she whispered while fingering me deeper, “you’re not allowed to cum.”

I started shaking, trying not to thrust my hips too firmly to meet the pressure of her hand. I wanted to do as I was told. I didn’t want to cum until she allowed me to. She was enjoying this. She liked controlling me. And I liked this little game we were playing.

She pumped her fingers harder and faster until my pussy was quivering in her hand. Then, she circled her fingers softly on my clit, making my orgasm peak. I bit my lip and held my body still, trying to fight it.

“Don’t you dare cum yet,” she whispered, nibbling my chin, then biting my neck.

I was about to lose control, feeling a rush of heat race to my face. I moaned desperately, squirming my hips inward to give my clit some room to breathe.

“Please, ma’am,” I begged, “please let me cum.”

Sarah stopped and licked my wetness from her fingers. She took her pistol, unloaded the bullet in the chamber, and removed the magazine. Then, she slid the gun down my panties, right between my lips. It scared the shit out of me but it was such a sexy thrill. The smooth warm steel of her pistol was hitting my sweet spot.

“Cum on my gun,” she commanded.

I thrust my hips slowly and fiercely, feeling my climax closing in. She slid it smoothly up and down, watching my expressions as my hot slippery cunt exploded all over her pistol. She lifted it up and licked my juices off the barrel. It was one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen. I couldn’t stand it! I leaned in and licked my own wetness off her chin and her gun. Then, we kissed deeply, intensely… dangerously.

What we were doing was dangerous in many ways. When she said I wasn’t allowed to be attracted to her, she wasn’t just being sarcastic. This was a critical year for Chapter 13’s Don’t ask don’t tell. We could instantly be kicked out of the Navy for this type of sexual conduct.

I knew this heated moment in the gun range could cost us our careers if we got caught, but I didn’t want to stop. So, I decided to make the most of it. I took her hand and led her into the back office. I took my coveralls off and laid it neatly on the desk. She undressed quickly, following my lead.

I lay her back on the desk and spread her legs. The hot overhead lamp showed every curve of her beautiful petite frame. She was so fucking sexy from head to toe, I hardly knew where to kiss first. Out of all her parts, her gleaming wet swollen pussy was calling my name the loudest. I reached under her thighs and gripped her ass firmly as I leaned my face close. I let out a long string of spit on her pussy and whirled my tongue around her clit.

I sucked it, licked it, kissed it, worshipped it…

She moaned sexily, gripping my hair in her hands, keeping my face pressed in the zone. I licked and sucked her through multiple orgasms, the last making her pussy stream wetness into my mouth. Her swollen flesh thumped hard on my tongue as she cried out in pleasure.

I squeezed my fingers inside her to feel those hot throbbing pulses within her walls. Then, she pulled my face up to hers. She licked her cum off my lips, and we shared a fiery kiss, rocking back and forth on the desk.

She looked at me differently this time, her intensity softened to a sensual gaze. The intense moment between us was flooded with emotions that were never supposed to be. This wasn’t supposed to happen, but it did. At the same time, I knew from first sight she was mine, and I wasn’t going to let her go.

Just one look and we were lost in each other, trapped in each other’s web. We kissed with a dangerous passion that physically defied our very vows of service to our country. Back then, no one questioned it. It was a bullshit rule that cost many good servicemen their careers and even their lives, and no one ever questioned it. For that brief moment, we relished a freedom most civilians took for granted on a daily basis. For that lost moment in time, we were free.

Her breasts heaved and pressed on mine. We closed our eyes, grinding our pussies sensually, holding on to each other in sadness and pleasure.

Then, suddenly… the office door swung open…

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