It was my first time on a Naval Depot and I couldn't understand all the fuss. I couldn't move left or right without having someone with me. Hell I was only going to clean the pool and check why the filter wasn't working.
The sailor escorted me up the front stairs of the female quarters and stopped outside a small office.
Three women occupied the small space. I noted that all three wore white uniforms however two had gold braid on their epaulettes.
"Leading Seaman Smith, Ma'am," the Sailor called while saluting. "Escorting the pool Jock, Ma'am," he added.
Who are you calling a Jock? I thought and considered protesting, but my thought was interrupted by a harsh raspy voice.
"Thank you Leading Seaman," the older woman replied." About time too," she retorted as she glanced at me.
"Where is the poo ... I began but was interrupted by the older woman's raspy voice.
"You sure you know what to do," the she voice quipped, stepping through the doorway.
I've probably cleaned more pools than you have had good f.... I let the rest of the thought slip. My attention was taken up by the young woman whom had followed the older woman from the office.
The older woman glared at me and in that raspy voice, bellowed, "Sub Lieutenant Wilson will escort you to the pool area. She will stay with you and you will obey her every command, Understood!"
"Yeah, yeah sure," I stammered and tossed off a totally fucked up salute. It was somewhat of a cross between a boy scouts and a traditional two finger salute and somewhere amongst it there was a hint of a proper salute. I was hoping to be smart but alas I failed.
"This way please," Wilson commanded, quickly turning to hide her smirk.
Hastily I grabbed my tool bag and followed.
My eyes quietly traced the form of the tidy body hidden by the white uniform. I felt a tingle traverse my lower body. There was definitely something sexy about white and until now I never realised how erotic a woman in uniform could be.
"So, how many women are on the base?" I asked, struggling to keep up with the fast moving Wilson.
"I'm afraid I can't answer that Sir." she replied.
"Hey! I'm not a Sir, Randy is my name." I said with a smile.
"Is that by name or by nature?" Wilson asked, with a smirk.
Before I could reply she stopped and pushed open a door. We stepped into a large but well hidden pool area and it was obvious that they didn't want unwelcome eyes spying.
"Wow!" I shouted. "This is one hell of a pool. Show me to the filter room Wilson," I said.
"It's Angel by the way," she replied.
"That's definitely by name and not by nature," I replied with a smirk.
"Here we are." She replied, opening the door.
I noticed the slight blush on her cheeks as I stepped into the filter room. The smell of chemicals filled my nostrils and I didn't blame Angel for staying by the open door, watching intently as I scanned the room and checked the meters.
