Lt. Cmdr. Rabb had been assigned to the U.S.S. Reagan to investigate the loss of one of VFF 122 squadron's F/A18/E Superhornets during operations in the Bermuda Triangle.
The aircraft had disappeared from radar at 22,000' during a routine training flight. There had been no indication of a problem, no Mayday; the aircraft just vanished from the Reagan's radar. The Superhornets had the ability to make themselves "invisible" by jamming incoming radar but during training ops this ability was not engaged. The Superhornet had not been captured at all descending or falling to the sea. Frankly, it had just vanished while climbing; it simply faded away. One sweep it was there . . . the next?
Rabb was enjoying the single-life; he was screwing his partner Lt. Col. Sarah Mackenzie on a regular basis as well as the young Petty Officer Jennifer Coates who worked in the JAG office as an assistant. He had even fucked Lt. Robert's young wife Harriet one night and suspected he had been the one who knocked her up. Aside from his regular stable Rabb had many "targets of opportunity" to occupy him.
The Reagan was some one hundred nautical miles S/S/W of Bermuda when Rabb arrived onboard. After a briefing with the captain he was assigned a cabin and an assistant for his stay aboard. The assistant was Petty Officer Barbara Simpson, a married N.C.O. who had been at sea on the Reagan for the past six months.
Simpson was an attractive 32 year-old redhead with an ample bust. The freckled mom was just Rabb's type. He looked forward to her services. It was easy to get Simpson into his cabin where Rabb composed his reports. He would get Simpson to transcribe his notes onto the hard drive of his laptop. In the privacy of the cabin it wasn't hard to get the Petty Officer to share the bottle of rum he had brought aboard with him.
Male-female fraternization aboard ship was strictly against navy regs but in the confines of his cabin Rabb could do as he pleased with little risk of discovery. He knew after six months at sea Simpson having been separated from her husband would be pretty horny. It was a simple matter of getting her clothes off.
It was 1900 hrs and Rabb had interviewed half a dozen of the crew, the radar operator, the air boss, the squadron commander and a couple of the flight deck crew that had been on duty when the Superhornet had launched. He had taken Simpson to his cabin with him to enter his notes into his report. It was completely routine procedure so the young wife had no idea she was about to be seduced by the Lieutenant Commander.
2130 hrs...Rabb's cabin aboard the Reagan.
Simpson had finally completed all of Rabb's notes as he had dictated them into the records.
"Well thank you Barbara, you've done a fine job." Rabb commended his assistant.
"Thank you sir." Simpson replied.
"You don't need the sir when we are alone, you can call me Harm." Rabb advised Simpson.
It was the first time Simpson had worked with a flag officer and she was still getting comfortable being with him.
"Yes sir, I mean Harm." She answered.
"Would you like to have a drink with me?" Rabb asked.
"Isn't it against regs?" Simpson inquired.
"Nobody's going to know." He said pouring a couple of stiff drinks.
One drink turned into two, and then three. Soon the attractive redhead was at his mercy.
"What are you doing sir?" Simpson exclaimed.
"What do you think?" he answered as he continued to unbutton her shirt.
Rabb opened her unfastened shirt and revealed a very well filled white bra beneath. Peeling the shirt off her shoulders he reached behind her and unfastened her bar. Rabb felt the bra pop as the tension was relieved and pulled the bra forward allowing Simpson's large freckled breasts to tumble into his view.
"Sir!" the embarrassed Petty Officer exclaimed.
Simpson offered no more resistance as Rabb removed her dungarees. As she stood before him he slid her panties down over her hips revealing her neatly trimmed firebush. It was Rabb's first encounter with a redhead's bush and he was fascinated by its attractiveness. His mouth covered her pussy and his tongue began to explore her.
"Oh sir!" Simpson moaned as the Lieutenant Commander's tongue found her clit. Rabb filled his hands with her bare ass cheeks and pulled her womanhood into his face.
"Fuck me Sir!" she begged.
Harm thought it strange she had made no mention of her husband of five-year-old son back home in Kentucky. Rabb had a supply of condoms in his kit bag but he like to fuck the married ones bare cock, spitting his sperm into their wombs. Being at sea chances were that Simpson was not taking birth control pills needlessly, with a bit of luck she would be fertile.
