A Casual chat

As Drew walked into the spartan, cramped, rivet-studded chamber, she counted two of her blessings. Firstly, that thanks to the mega sized boilers, a modern destroyer had an ample surplus of fresh water for washing up with. And secondly, that the unkempt, sweaty, moon-faced sailor she stood face-to-face with upon opening the door had a limp dick in his hands, which he was just in the process of tucking back into his bell bottoms.

The leer on his face told the Lieutenant Commander that he would gladly have sampled what she had on offer if she had encountered him before he'd had his way with some other girl. Giving Drew a salute, the sailor nodded to himself proudly and said "Just returning to my post after a quick stress relief session, ma'am. I'll be proud to serve with you." he added, in a tone that suggested he'd be looking for an opportunity to get to know this new officer very soon.

"Yeah, yeah." Drew replied, elbowing him out of the way. Hot stuff was still dripping out of her, forcing her to awkwardly waddle along with her legs together so as not to mess up her panties before she could put them back on. She wanted to get washed up as soon as possible, because keeping the petty officer's cum inside of her wasn't exactly what she hoped to accomplish.

Before she could reach any of the bathroom stalls, Drew heard an annoyed side that pulled her gaze to the side. " hey, come on, I need to go ahead and get back to my sta- oh! You're a woman." A female voice with a sharp New England accent said, becoming audibly relieved midway through speaking.

Sitting on one of the heads was a young woman with curly black hair and another one of those cutesy sailor outfits, except this one was a lot less clean than those of the lightly used girls on the ammunition crew. Judging by how much of the outfit was white rather than blue, this enlisted woman had just finished getting at least half a dozen loads. Since this girl was particularly well endowed it looked like the sea men had been most interested in using her breasts which were popping out of the unbuttons top of her uniform and had a generous coating applied to them.

"Yeah," Drew remarked sympathetically, "the first day on board a new ship is always going to be messy business, every Navy vet I talked with warned me about that. Make sure you remember that there are limits to what they're allowed to get away with."

"Oh, it's no problem ma'am, I'm happy just to serve." The young lady said. It was good manners to downplay any distaste or annoyance regarding 'use' when talking to other women, the assumption being that every woman had her own burden to deal with and it didn't need adding to. Of course, that was assuming that neither of the women had _been_ the one 'overusing' the would-be complainer... Indeed, Drew was pretty sure she could still see a bit of uncertainty hiding behind the crewwoman's peppy smile.

The enlisted woman continued. "Gee, I'm glad to get to meet you on a personal basis though, Commander, uhh, McKnight. My name is Cassie Hyneman, aft ack ack gun number four! If you don't mind me saying, ma'am, it's swell to see a woman so highly placed on a ship that's just being launched. If I remember the chain of command properly, that makes you third in command of the whole warship, right?"

Feeling a swell of pride in her chest, Drew said "You bet your bottom dollar I am. I mean, all the best to the Captain and the Navigator. But if something happened to happen to 'em, God forbid, I'd be in command."

The seawoman saluted, but also gulped heavily, and Drew saw a hint of fear in the eye of the girl - not even 20 by the looks of her. Drew nodded and cleared her throat in contrition. "...not that such a thing is likely by a longshot. I mean, this is gonna be the maiden voyage of, uh, whatever they call this ship here. More like an extended training exercise. I shouldn't even be loose-lipped about this kind of thing, but confidentially, I heard we're just going to be on close coastal patrol. Behind all the minefields, and U-boat nets, and a whole lot of much bigger ships. Don't sweat that kind of thing. Just focus on taking care of your duties and yourself. In a day or two a few of the boys are likely to take things too far and get thrown in the brig, and once that happens, the other 200 guys will cool their heels a little."

Even as she spoke though, Drew felt an involuntary shiver run through her lower body. Now that she wasn't keeping her legs tensed and together a thin stream of something warm was dribbling down her inner thigh. Cassie, who was just starting to wipe off the worst of the cum stains on her own uniform, took notice of her spunky (in every sense of the word) superior officer wincing and looked over to her helpfully. "Oh! I don't have much to do at my station yet, we're still letting the paint cure... if you don't think I'm being too forward, ma'am, I could help clean you up there."

Redness filled Lieutenant-Commander McKnight's cheeks as she smiled noncommittally. "Uh... speaking on a personal level, crewwoman Hyneman? That's a little weird. Kind of a private place for another gal to be touching, you know?" she said, wrinkling her nose a little.

"Oh, of course ma'am, I didn't mean..." Cassie trailed off. Drew then looked down at her manicured nails and cupped her hand, putting it under the faucet in the sink... but when she turned the handle, nothing came through.

"Ahhhh, still no water hookup in here? That's a kick in the teeth. I'm gonna have a chat with the chief engineer latter about this..." Drew huffed. Crewwoman Hyneman looked up into her eyes again and cocked her head questioningly. "I am already messy, commander..."

Drew looked down, a smirk creeping onto the side of her lips. This girl was so eager to please... reminded her of herself fresh out of the academy. "Alright, go ahead." She looked over at the stainless steel mirror above the sink, hoping that would make it less awkward but only getting a good high-angle view of the curly haired brunette kneeling down in front of her and wrapping a clean cloth around her delicate fingers, sliding it up between Drew's legs and blotting up the trickling cum.

The soft, gentle touch was quite pleasant, but being in such an unfamiliar situation, Drew couldn't help but tense up, which made a big white droplet squeeze out of her all at once and drop down onto the sleeve of Cassie's uniform, along with a dribble of pee. The enlisted woman started to giggle, but when she looked up at Drew and saw the latter woman was plainly embarrassed, she bit her lower lip and started wiping quicker and more roughly.

Unfortunately this only escalated the situation - Drew let out a muffled, surprised yelp when Cassie's pistoning fingers rubbed back and forth over her labial lips. Drew reached down and gripped the enlisted woman's shoulder roughly, wordlessly indicating that she should slow down. But her over-eager subordinate didn't. Instead, she **** her two cloth-wrapped fingers so forcefully against Drew's clenched pussy that they slid in. Even slicked up with cum the rag was a bit too rough to be comfortable - but in the process of jamming her two fingers three inches deep in Drew, Cassie's thumb was vibrating back and forth rapidly over a clit that suddenly felt red-hot. A burning, itching need reverberated throughout Drew's hips.

Hooking her fingers and scraping against her officer's inner folds, Cassie did an admirable job of blotting up and pulling out the majority of the cum that had been inside McKnight. As uncomfortable as it had been when it started Drew found herself having to bite back a whimper of disappointment when the girl folded up the cloth and smiled up at her superior officer.

"There you go, ma'am! Oh... oh," Cassie's eyes suddenly crinkled with concern. "I'm sorry, I should have asked if you wanted me to push some of it up closer to your womb first..."

"No, no," Drew sputtered hastily, embarrassed by the topic of conversation, "believe me, it's... more than alright. Well... well done, crewwoman Hyneman. I'll... I'll catch up with you later.." Without another word, Drew turned and pushed her way back out into the hallway, sweat beading on the back of her neck. The itch that had been lingering between her thighs since the petty officer fucked her was twice as bad now. But the thought of her knees going weak and noisily cumming around the enlisted woman's fingers banished any second thoughts about going back in and having Cassie do a more thorough job on her crotch.

Going up the stairway, Drew found her way being blocked by an obstacle that only heightened her sexual frustration. A particularly tall female junior lieutenant, with an even skimpier uniform than the Lieutenant-Commander's (at least Drew didn't have to walk around with her bare belly button showing all the time), was bent over the railing at the top of the stairwell. The enlisted crewman slowly fucking her from behind, eyes squeezed shut as he savored every stroke, was noticeably shorter than average, and not wanting to make the girl take her heels off, he had chosen to put down his toolbox and stand on top of it so that he was at the perfect height to thrust into her. His hands were gripping her freckled backside and pulling her back and forth along with him.

"Ahem!" Drew tapped her foot impatiently. Without stopping fucking the officer, the crewman whipped his head around and saluted her. Gently tapping the woman on the shoulder, he got her to snap out of her reverie and turn to salute the lieutenant-commander standing in front of them as well.

"Three things. One, that lieutenant had better not have been on duty when you started using her like that, seaman. Two, that is NOT the proper way to treat the tools you've been issued - you'd better not have bent that toolbox out of shape or you're in for a world of trouble. And thirdly... you're blocking the damn stairs."

"But I haven't-" the crewman started to protest. Drew slapped him across the cheek roughly, making his fuck-buddy there gasp in surprise.

"No excuses!" Drew barked. "You're confined to quarters for the rest of the day! And lieutenant J.G., you shoulda known better, too."

"M-ma'am!" the tall, buxom officer hurriedly tucked her breasts back in and saluted before scampering off after the chastised sailor.

Drew nodded to herself, pleased. If she was going to get teased to the edge of cumming and then have to walk away, it didn't bother her for someone else to experience the same. She went on her way, trying to get her mind off... that kind of sensation and focus on trying to identify where she was and learn the ship's layout. Studying the deck plan on paper and learning the corridors and stairs with muscle memory were two very different things. The magazine and fire control were relatively close but it still took her a good few minutes to get up there.

When she opened the hatch Drew was relieved to see that, at least, the fire control room had been finished was readied for officers and crew to take their stations while she was detained. With all of the control panels, switches, dials, and gauges filling the 25-by-25 space where over 20 officers and crew would be packed in along with her, Drew was put in mind of a nuclear reactor from one of the propaganda films about how American industry was beating the Stadtis. A ship like this wasn't big enough to be nuclear-propelled though, nor were the cannons big enough for atomic shells.

A voice cried out: "Officer on deck!" A number of hands all snapped up in unison. Of the dozen lieutenants, petty officers, and crewmen present, McKnight was one of only two females - the other one being a curvy, slightly plump female gunnery officer whose tan skin, straight black hair and hazel eyes suggested Italian-American descent (lucky for her to have risen so high with a suspect heritage).

Drew returned their salute. Her new crew introduced themselves one by one, shaking hands. Most of the guys in here were the more intellectual types, the ones who'd be labeled Squares if they hadn't become part of a service. They didn't have barrel chests built from hauling chains and welding hull plates. Three of them wore glasses. But the guys all started at Drew with looks of hungry anticipation in their eyes all the same. And the tingling neediness in her pussy just wouldn't go away no matter how much she tried to take her mind off it - it was maddening.

Just as the last of them was finishing with introductions, the entire ship nosed forward, making everybody stumble a half step (especially Drew and the other woman thanks to their heels). It was the same motion they'd experience if the destroyer suddenly took a torpedo to the bow and started to sink. But in this case, it just meant that they'd finally rolled off the mammoth assembly line and dropped down into the ocean at last. The ship was officially launched. If he was even aboard, the Captain was probably popping open a flute of champagne right now, and a cheer reverberated through the hull from the sailors up above deck.

As if to answer her questions, another one of those pneumatic messages arrived with the characteristic vacuum sucking noise. Drew almost reached for it before remembering that she was supposed to let a crewman get it and hand it to her, even though only she was allowed to open it. Protocol was funny like that.

'CONGRATULATIONS TO LT-C MCKNIGHT AND WELCOME ABOARD THE U.S.S. Sidney Story. ALL INDICATIONS ARE GOOD, VESSEL IS ABOUT TO BEGIN SEA TRIALS. WILL NOW BE PERFORMING A WALKING TOUR AND INSPECTION OF ALL STATIONS. HAVE YOUR SUBORDINATES PREPARED TO MODEL STANDARD PROCEDURE.

-CAPTAIN MASTERSON'

A bit of trepidation crept into Lt-C McKnight's smiling, confident demeanor. Lower-ranked men could be demanding enough - she could only imagine what her new commanding officer would have in store for her. Traditionally destroyers had been assigned to a lieutenant-commander themselves... but the chaos of war and Navy politics had led to a shocking degree of rank inflation. When a 22 year old could be lieutenant-commander, it wasn't hard to get command of your own vessel if you were a senior officer that survived a year or two at sea without royally screwing up. And speaking of screwing - she'd have to go along with whatever her Captain (and the Navigator, who also outranked her) wanted, especially if she wanted good marks and a recommendation for promotion.

"Lieutenant-commander McKnight, ma'am!" a gangly, long-legged young man with a mop of brown hair that looked suspiciously non-regulation peeking out from under his lieutenant-J.G. cap.

"Yes, uhh... Pearson?" Drew said, nodding to give him permission to speak.

"Ma'm, there will be a lot of tense waiting in this department, right? Well, I'm just pointing out that the upper echelons are particularly concerned with, uhh, officers such as yourself properly and enthusiastically performing their specifically female duties. Perhaps it would set a good example if you were to show the Captain you can monitor the gun status indicators and weather gauges while also maintaining crew morale? While, say, sitting in a subordinate's lap for example?"

The other men didn't dare chuckle but a few of them smirked. Even more gave Lt. Pearson dirty looks, as if upset they hadn't thought of making that suggestion first, themselves. Getting to use a woman while still getting credit for being 'on duty' was every lazy Navy man's dream.

At first Drew was going to give him a sarcastic reprimand but it caught in her throat. Maybe... maybe she did need something to work out her own tension. And if nothing else, it might make the Captain less likely to want to drag her off to his personal quarters and use her all night. She pursed her lips and considered...