A long time ago, back in the early eighties, I was a relatively innocent, nineteen year old on my first ship in the Royal Navy. We were preparing for a long deployment and as part of this were on a training and wargames programme off the south coast of England. After a long week of fire exercises, simulated attacks, constant cleaning we were all ready for the weekend. Although we were a Devonport based ship, because we had a few more weeks of exercises, we came alongside in Portland on the Friday for the weekend. A lot of the crew who weren't on duty over the weekend were getting ready to dash to the station and get the train home. This was mostly those married guys and any with significant others. Interestingly though quite a few married guys appeared to be claiming to be on duty over the weekend to their wives to avoid travelling home, a practice I was to discover over the years was quite common.
I'd cancelled my own plans to go home for the weekend, after receiving a "dear Chris" letter couple of weeks previously from my girlfriend back home. Said letter advising me it was over as the long distance thing wasn't working for her. We'd been together about 6 months, and whilst I could get home regularly when I was in training, the longer absences now I was on ship weren't working. I later discovered through mates back home she was subsequently shagging her way through half the local rugby team, so I think I missed a bullet there in the long run.
It had been a tough couple of weeks for me after the letter and as a relative sprog in the team on my first sea training programme. A few of the older hands down the mess were soon roping me into my first night ashore in Portland and then possibly onto Weymouth to cheer me up and forget about her. After the evening meal on board and a few tins of CSB down the mess, we piled down the gangway and through the dockyard gates. First port of call was the Green Shutters, it was a nice change to be drinking out of a glass again instead of a tin. The Shutters was quite a busy pub, as well as those of us from our ship there was also a crowd down from the shorebase. The latter giving the added benefit of a bit of totty on view with a few of the WRNS from the base out with their mates.
The beers flowed, the banter grew, a bit of flirting with the WRNS and the barmaids and soon we were making plans for our next stop. There were only two choices really. Pile into taxis for Weymouth, a few more pubs and up into the Steering Wheel 'nightclub'. Or stagger down the hill to the Vicky Lodge which had a late license and a bit of a disco. As it was our first night ashore, we opted for the Vicky Lodge, a less than salubrious establishment, but one that served beer into the early hours. As last orders were called in the Shutters, everyone piled out. My messmates and I staggered down the hill, laughing and joking with the guys and girls from the base.
As we arrived outside, Gaz one of the old hands down the mess took me to one side.
"Don't drink the draught beer in here Chris, the owners a cheapskate and doesn't clean his pipes out properly," he said, "Stick to bottled beer or you'll end up with gut rot."
And so it was this Southern lad got his first taste of bottled Newcastle Brown Ale, a taste I learned to enjoy. I soon realised that the Lodge, like a lot of other drinking and dancing establishments favoured by the Navy such as Joanna's in Pompey, had carpets that would take your shoes off! They were so sticky from spilt drinks and God only knows what else. We were all several sheets to the wind by this point and dancing around like complete loons along with everyone else in there. A few of the lads from the mess had paired off with girls from the base and were soon fencing tongues in the darker corners of the bar.
My eye however had been caught by an older woman who was dancing with a group of friends, they looked more like locals than WRNS. Gaz, stood beside me, was also eyeing up one of the group.
"If anything happens here mate, not word when we get back to Guzz," he instructed, "don't want the missus finding out what I have been up to. She thinks I'm on duty all weekend."
"Don't worry, not a peep," I laughed back.
What had caught my eye about the lady I was watching, was the way she danced. Not a care in the world, letting her dress flare up as she span, flashing the tops of her stockings and the white flesh of her thighs. I was also wary as I saw the glint of a gold ring on her wedding finger. Something about her though had me hooked.
"Wouldn't worry about the ring Chris," laughed Gaz, "hubby is probably on duty or his ship is away somewhere. That's a a gaggle of matelots wives if ever I saw one!"
Just then the woman Gaz was after grabbed my targets dress and lifted it high, exposing a completely bare set of buttocks, framed by suspender straps.
"Fuck me she's gone commando!" I thought to myself.
The lady blushed and giggled drunkenly as she danced, then did the same back to her mate, only this time spanking her ass.
I followed Gaz as he moved in, hoping to tag on if he was successful in his hunt. We danced closer to the ladies and Gaz introduced us over the loud music, then offered to buy them drinks. The pair of them laughed and accepted the drink offer. so I was soon heading back to the bar for two rum and cokes, leaving my bottle of brown with Gaz. As I turned from the bar, I saw Gaz leading them towards the back of the bar away from the dancefloor so headed over. He nabbed a table and we were soon chatting with Helen, Gaz's target, and Wendy, the lady I had my eye on.
Gaz's assessment had been right, they were both married to guys normally based on the Air Station, but currently away at sea as helicopter crew. They were out celebrating the fortieth birthday and divorce of one of the other women in the group.
Helen pointed out one of the group who was currently sandwiched between two of our messmates on the dancefloor as their hands groped her through her dress.
"She want's to get fucked silly tonight, now the divorce is through she has to move out of the married quarters in a week or so. Hubby is on duty tonight and has moved back on base till she moves out." Wendy explained. "She's a randy cow and will eat your mates alive when she gets them back to the house later!"
I laughed, "they'll be alright, won't be the first threesome those two have pulled." Davy and Taff had a reputation down the mess as serial shaggers.
Wendy looked back at me smiling, "well your mate doesn't exactly hang around either does he!"
I looked across to see Gaz wrapped around Helen as they tried to eat each other alive.
"Come on," I said, "lets have a dance and leave them to it."
I took her hand and led her up to the dance floor area again. Just as we arrived the DJ started playing the end of night smooches and I soon had Wendy pulled in close as we moved around on the spot in a dark corner of the floor. Her subtle perfume was intoxicating after several weeks down the mess with thirty sweaty sailors.
"You smell gorgeous," I quipped as we danced.
She giggled back, then asked me, "just how old are you anyway?"
"Nineteen," I replied.
"Christ," she laughed, "I'll get done for cradlesnatching! You're half my age!"
"Who cares?" I laughed back, "And you certainly don't look that old, I had you down as thirty at most!"
At that she gave me a deep kiss, "Flattery will get you everywhere!"
We were soon kissing deeply, tongues fighting each others as my hands ran up and down her body. I grabbed hold of her arse through her skirt giving it a good squeeze, then ran my fingers up and down the straps of her suspender belt.
"Your legs look bloody sexy in those stockings," I said to her, "so much sexier than tights! Just a shame I only got a brief glimpse!"
"Why do you think I wear them," she giggled, "I know what you guys are like when you catch a glimpse of stocking tops and they make me feel so much sexier!"
Carefully I slipped my hand under the skirt and cupped the bare cheeks of her bottom.
"Damn," I laughed, "I wasn't sure before, but now I know you haven't got any knickers on!"
"Hate wearing them, too fiddly when I need the loo, especially if I've been drinking!" she giggled.
Just then the music came to an end and the lights went up in the bar. I slipped my hand back round her waist and pulled her in for another kiss.
"So are you coming back to mine, or do you need to get back on board?" she asked.
"Let's get a taxi," I replied.
She smiled back, "I was hoping you'd say that! I think Helen and your mate have the same idea. Let's share a taxi, she lives a few doors down from me."
"Give me two mins to have a chat with one of the lads," I said.
I nipped over and collared Bungy, one of my messmates.
"You're in there mate!" he laughed, "want me to peg you and Gaz back in on the gangway?"
As we hadn't requested weekend leave, technically we had to be back on board by eight o'clock Saturday morning. But it was common practice if someone got lucky for messmates to put their peg on the gangway board from ashore to onboard.
"Cheers mate!" I said, "put a couple of tins against my name for yourself."
I dashed back over to Wendy and we headed out to grab a taxi back up the hill to the estate she and Helen lived on. Wendy, Helen and Woody sat in the back and I jumped in the front. Helen and Gaz practically fucking each other next to Wendy. We pulled up outside Helen's house and the two of them dashed inside, as Wendy led me down the road to her place. No sooner were we in the front door and our shoes kicked off, than we were all over each other. She started undoing the buttons on my shirt, as I reached round and undid the zip on her dress. I eased it off her shoulders and let it fall around her feet.
"Fuck!" I gasped, "you look gorgeous!" I couldn't stop staring for a few seconds at the sight of her in her lacy black bra, matching suspender belt and stockings.
"You're not so bad yourself," she whispered as she pulled my shirt off and threw it on the floor. Her fingernails raking down my back and over my chest. Then she dropped to her knees and started to undo my belt as she popped open my trousers and pulled them down my leg. My cock was desperately trying to escape my tight pants as she ran her fingers over it. Then she grabbed the waist band and pulled those down as well. I kicked off my trousers and pants then gasped as Wendy took my cock deep into her mouth.
"Fucking hell Wendy," I groaned, "you keep that up I'm going to come any second!"
