As the weeks passed, I hadn’t looked at EMO the same. Whenever she was snarky or rude, I pictured that evening in my bedroom. Instead of fucking my beautiful, loving wife, I was slamming my boss endlessly instead. It honestly did help. Although these thoughts often left me visibly aroused. I was sure though she would never notice.
Then something changed, it was a slow progression, and I didn’t notice it right away. EMO had been increasingly nicer to me. It seemed odd, almost scary. I have continued to write about daily occurrences in a small leather bound book I carry with me.
This is where the next chapter of the story continues:
“You know IC1; I’m starting to like you more and more every day.” She stated out of the blue.
I was a bit shocked. This was honestly the first human thing she had said to me since checking onto the ship. I looked at her to see her watching me. Was this a test of some kind?
“Thank you, Ma’am,” I said slowly, then added, “I still harbor doubts that you like me.” She smiled seeming amused.
“I like you IC1.” She confirmed. I couldn’t help but feel good. This compliment was odd for me cause I was basking in the light of her praise, a woman I hated. The other IC1, Petty Officer Allen, stood there shocked. If I thought EMO hated me, she outright despised him. IC1 Allen argued with her every word and where I accomplished my tasks and ran the division, his work center was severely lacking. He looked from me to her and back. I saw a decision in his eyes. I shook my head at him, but it was too late.
“But you still hate me, huh.” He blurted out. Her face instantly changed to the face she had used to use when she looked at me.
“You’re growing on me.” She mumbled more out of a feeling of necessity than truth I figured.
“I’m sure.” He replied sarcastically.
“Do you know how most people meet someone and give them a chance right off the bat? Well, I am the opposite, when I first meet someone I can’t stand them. I don’t give the benefit of the doubt. You don’t start with my trust then possibly lose it. Everyone starts at zero with me.” She told us.
IC1 Allen walked out laughing. I sat there still stunned and shook my head. I was at a loss. EMO went back to working on her computer; I pulled out my book and began to detail the event in ink.
The 1MC announced ‘lunch for the crew.’ I stopped writing and left the office. I wouldn’t say the food was good by any standard except Navy standard. Our food sucked and brought the bar of excellent to a whole other level; a much lower level. It was probably the best meal I had eaten since joining.
Returning to the office, I continued my work. Not long after three PM, fifteen hundred, we finished for the day, and I let the division go home. I told my wife about what happened, and she smiled at me.
“See, told you things would get better,” she added.
Then next day was also pleasant, for a duty day. Duty days are when a percentage of the ship, those on duty, stayed the night. It was our job to stand watches and make sure we could get under way at a moment’s notice. That’s when I noticed my book was gone.
I panicked. I had to find that book. I searched my desk, my rack, and my locker to no avail. I called home; Winter promised to search. Two hours later, she called. I felt a rush of relief at the sight of the phone ringing. I popped outside to answer it. She had not found it. Dread started to settle in. I returned to the office in complete dismay. In a last ditch effort, I looked around the office. Seeing EMO’s desk I thought about checking it, but I was sure she wouldn’t have broken the office trust and have snooped.
“No,” I told myself, but then I remembered leaving it on my desk a few days previous when I went to eat. Nervous fingers slide the drawers open one at a time. There in the third drawer was my book; I trembled a little. I snatched it away and returned it to my locker. The next day went without a problem. I brought the book home and vowed not to take it to work again; I could write here at home. Winter cautioned me about being careful around EMO.
“Should I ask her about it?” I asked seeking her calm wisdom. She shook her head at me.
“I guess she read it and if half of what you told me about her is in there, you will know soon enough.” She said. I could see that she pitied me. There was way more than half; I had even written about the night with Winter when I had snapped.
The next three days passed and nothing was said, my tensions began to ease. Maybe EMO had just tucked it away I had thought to myself. I looked over at EMO’s desk, EMO typing away at the computer. I imagined me hate fucking her again. Her bent over the desk, screaming for more as I rammed my raging hate filled cock into her.
The tension in my crotch began to grow. I felt heated and flushed. I checked to make sure EMO hadn’t noticed my gaze. She continued to type away. I continued to envision the carnal desires of my lust. My eyes strayed from her face down her slender neck. I pictured choking her just enough as I fucked her. My eyes continue down past her fairly flat unnoticeable chest. I shook my head in disinterest, to her only feature, her thick round ass. I noticed her Bulwark coveralls had the side buttons undone. I check to see if she had noticed my gaze, I was still safe. A sliver of ivory skin showed through and just a glimpse of lacy dark blue panties.
I snapped my gaze to the computer has I heard the keys to the doors cipher-lock clicking. Senior Chief Panz walked in. EMO reached into her pocket, and I listened to distinct snaps of buttons snapped closed. She pulled out gum and asked him then me if we wanted any. I would have accepted, but I couldn’t move from the desk without exposing myself.
The rest of the day I noticed her buttons continue to come undone. I’d get a glimpse of ivory flesh and lacy blue. I was in and out of the office a lot. I did have a whole division to check on. I wonder if anyone else had noticed. All day I walked into the room to catch glimpses of her leg and panties. That night I went home. I wanted to tell Winter about the oddness of today, but I didn’t. I laid Winter down across the bed and fucked her hard. Afterward, I confessed my love for her as if I hadn’t been fantasizing about my boss.
Then next day was the same, except I was catching random glimpses of purple lace and ivory skin. Every time I looked at her now, arousal was beginning regardless of who was around. How much more of this could I handle? Several times I hear the click of the buttons as she unsnapped them.
“EMO,” I started to ask her about the journal but then I hesitated and stopped, “never mind.”
“Ok, IC1,” she replied smiling at her computer. I now know she is doing it on purpose, teasing me and loving it. I let her play her game all day. Again that night I imagined EMO as Winter pleased me. The guilt was almost overwhelming.
The next morning I leave home for work, it’s a duty day and a Friday. Today won’t be bad, though; I don’t have a watch to stand. The day starts as normal; EMO is continuing her game of flash the sailor, her panties lacy and black. I ignore it. All day she finds ways to bend over or stand near my exposing the gap in her coveralls. I focus on the computer. Finally, lunch comes, and I go to each. Afterward, I check the shops for cleanliness and let everyone not on duty go home.
I go back to the office, and EMO is standing in front of the counter folding clothes. I instantly realize what she’s doing when I see a neatly folded stack of lacy underwear.
“IC1,” she says “I am just gonna finish this laundry then I’ll be in my stateroom for a bit.” She’s looking over her shoulder at me.
“Ok, no problem. All our guys just went on watch. I’ll be down in the TV shop.” I reply and walk out. I cleverly avoid anyone seeing the raging boner I have as I walk through the passageway down to the TV shop.
Down in the TV shop, I finally manage to get her out of my thoughts as I watch some new movies that just came in. Thirty minutes later I feel the shift in pressure as the door opens. EMO walks in in her coveralls. Her hair seems darker. It’s wet I realize. She has a wicked smile, but she heads, not towards me but back toward the equipment rack.
“IC1,” she calls, “can you show me how to align channels?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I reply, knowing this is either a test or she plans to tease me again. I’m sure it’s the latter. Had she forgotten I went through TV school when she was still enlisted and was running the school? I doubted it; EMO fails to remember nothing. I walk over to see the gap open and her ivory flesh exposed; only there are no lacy black panties. There are no panties at all. I feel my coveralls tighten and her eyes drop to the effect she is having on me. A smile spreads across her face. I try to ignore my arousal.
“I know how most of this all works,” she informs me her arms are encompassing most the equipment, “but this piece here is new to me.” She finishes turning to the channel switching matrix. The move exposes much more of her ivory flesh and the quickest glimpse of a smooth slit. Was she not wearing any panties at all now? The bitch was pulling out all her tricks.
“Well Ma’am,” I say trying to point around here to the matrix, “you just select the source, like DVD, and then channel.”
“Can you show me IC1?” she asks. I move to pass her, and my hard dick brushes her soft body. My face flushes red as my hormones increase. The pressure forced on the fabric of my uniform increases with my increased arousal. I look away from her.
“Right here Ma’am.” I show her again, repeating my instructions. She leans past to point, her arm brushing my hard cock.
“These buttons.” She asks smiling. I nod dumbly. Something inside me breaks and my resistance drops to zero. I reach into the gap and caress the slit of her pussy. She is already soaking wet. She stands up straight and rigid. The surprised look on her face is almost comical. What had she expected? Did she only plan to tease me and me not to react?
“I prefer this button, Ma’am,” I say in a snarky voice. My fingers were gently splitting her lips, my thumb on her clit.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she asks indignantly trying to jerk away. I press her firmly against the equipment rack with my other hand. My finger slips inside her, and she moans loudly. I rub her clit with my thumb while curling and uncurling my finger. I watch as she bites her lip, fighting back moans.
“You have been teasing me for days.” I accuse. She only moans in reply. I unzip her coveralls down to the bottom. Every inch ivory flesh is fully exposed, and I realize she isn’t wearing an undershirt. I spread the coveralls apart, and they fall from her arms to the ground. Before me stands EMO completely nude except coveralls at her feet and boots. Her perky breasts are small but bigger than I thought. Her erect nipples were pointing straight at me, I lean in and bite and kiss them playfully. Her stomach is flat and toned; I kiss her there too.
“I read your story IC1,” she confesses “and all the other terrible things you said about me.” I continued down to her freshly shaved pussy. My finger slipping back inside, I add another. I lick her clit up and down and in swirls as I finger her. Saliva running down her slit onto my hand adds to the lubrication her body is already producing as I work my fingers faster. Rewarded with her moans and gasps, I feel triumphant. Her hands were gripping my head firmly pushing my face against her, I lick her faster and more aggressively. She begins to come way sooner than I thought she would.
“Ma’am? You came so fast.” I say standing. She wastes no time dropping to her knees. Within seconds my cock is out and in her mouth. She is amazing. Her technique perfected and always in control, she has me teetering on the edge way sooner than I wanted. I watch as her head bobs back and forth her hands working in perfected unison with her glorious mouth.
My moans mix with the sound of ventilation and the TV equipment volume. She works my cock in her mouth like a professional, giving me deep insight on her career advancement and development. The random thought makes me smile between moans and I stiffen as cum shoots out. Her mouth fills with my load, she swallows and takes my cock into her mouth again. She continues sucking, bobbing up and down slowly. Her constant pressure and slow progression keep me hard and ready for her.
“Really IC1?” she says smiling as she stands before me. I smile back; she had made me cum extremely quickly. I turn her around and pull her hard against my chest. One hand explores her pussy again, the other her small breast. She leans into me, biting my neck and moaning. I bend her forward and enter her quickly. The sudden shift and penetration startle her. Her yelp is my reward, and her body tightens around my cock. I waste no time on niceties and begin to fuck her hard and fast.
She is no virgin and quickly takes control. Pushing against the equipment rack I have to brace myself as she is fucking me, her hips rocking hard against me, our reciprocal motion aligning as we slam hard against each other in unison. Very soon we are both moaning and gasping. I slap her ass harshly, smiling as red hand prints start to form across her backside. Each slap brings a yelp and renewed vigor as she fucks me harder.
I reach forward undoing the bun her hair is in, using it as reins. I fuck her faster and harder, my balls slamming forward into her clit. I yank harder bringing her head back as I slam into her over and over again. Her screams are filling the room and arousing me further. I flex inside her with each thrust driving my cock up and down within her as I move in and out. The new motion brings her to orgasm. Her screams double and she tightens around my cock.
I feel my orgasm building and fight to hold it off. My moans become strangled and harsh as I try to hold out. EMO’s body squeezes tighter, screaming louder with each thrust. The tightness becomes too much and as I slam deep a jet of hot cum hits her cervix. Two more spurts of cum shoot off and with no warning she drops to her knees, turning. My cock flies from her pussy, slinging cum across her face and the equipment rack. She takes my spurting cock in her mouth, my hands tangled in her hair. She sucks me hard as I fuck her mouth, releasing several more explosions of cum. She swallows them all and as I begin to calm I release her hair.
“Now, IC1 I like you a lot.” She says while pulling her coveralls up. I see a stream of my cum dripping down her leg before she finishes pulling them up. The sound of her zipper adds finality to our act of fraternization. The fact that I just cheated on Winter dawns on me as she walks out of the TV shop smiling.
Guilt racks me, but I cannot deny the pleasure of fucking my boss. I zip up my coveralls and clean the splatter of evidence of the equipment rack with a rag. I decide to keep this EMO and my secret. It would devastate Winter and ruin both our careers. I can’t help but smile every time I see EMO now and often I hear the clicks of her coveralls unbuttoning to flash me slivers of flesh.
