I have always been a sucker for a woman with a quick wit and who had no trouble holding a conversation. Amanda had all of that, plus the cutest set of dimples ever placed on a thirty year old. She was very short, maybe 5 foot 2 and a bit overweight but carried it very well. A nice pair of breasts and a bubbly butt that even looked good in her uniform. She had a very sexual way of walking with her shoulders back, breasts out, stepping only on her toes making her butt bounce. Looking back, it was actually unfair.
This occurred a couple of years ago. I reported on board about a year before she was due to transfer.
Duty in the Navy is by far the worst part of your sea rotation because the ship has to be manned 24/7 in case of emergencies. So, we split this responsibility up depending on the size of the crew, anywhere from 3 to 8 sections. For most ships our size at the time, duty was every six days. That meant that every six days we had to spend one hanging out on the ship, in case something catastrophic happened, most of the time though nothing occurred.
Since Amanda and I were in the same section we got to know each other fairly quickly. This was compounded when I was assigned the same maintenance supervisor watch as her. I guess you could say I was going to become her understudy. She was due to transfer in less than a year and our section leader wanted someone in place that could take over, qualified to fill in her vacancy (ha, see what I did there). The job itself wasn't hard but the amount of information that you were required to know on the various pieces of machinery and systems made it challenging. On average it took around 6 months to qualify.
We meshed pretty well.
Being the same age, we shared the same views about what was important and what stupid shit could easily be ignored. We spent ten hours a day together on duty and quickly became comfortable with each other. She enjoyed hiking, drinking, running and hitting the beach. She maintained silly girl tendencies and I had sports, but other than that we could talk about almost anything. We became friends pretty quickly and hung out a few times outside of work but always in a larger group. I had a pretty good feeling we would hook up sooner or later. I just didn't think it would be on board the ship, which was an incredibly bad idea for obvious reasons.
It started out like any other day, routine equipment checks and daily maintenance tracking. It was Friday so things were scheduled to start slowing down after lunch with everyone getting ready for the weekend. Everything was going normal until about 10 when I stuck my foot in my mouth.
I forget what specifically we were talking about but, "You're not fucking worthy" is what I told her.
"You're not worthy of fucking" is what it sounded like due to an emphasis on the word 'fucking'.
Conversation completely stopped and I knew it sounded bad as soon as I said it. The office was empty and the silence was deafening. Immediately there was a tension in the air that was unmistakable with me sitting across the room from where she was standing. We just stared at each other for a while, me repeating the word shit over and over again in my head.
"What did you say?" she asked tilting her head a bit as she spoke.
"You're not worthy," I tried to play it off.
"No...No...No," she smirked, "You know what you said."
She took a couple of steps towards me and my throat suddenly felt very dry.
"You don't think I'm worthy of fucking? You wouldn't fuck me?"
"Amanda, you know that's not what I meant."
Thoughts of sexual harassment charges began flooding my mind. I could see myself in my dress uniform standing at attention trying to explain myself to the skipper.
She continued to walk forward and leaned against the desk close to the chair I was sitting in. I rolled back about a foot to gain a little distance. She folded her arms under her breasts and flashed a dimple at me.
I paused, trying to gauge what kind of trouble I had stumbled into.
"I'm sorry if I offended you but I promise that is not what I meant."
"You didn't offend me at all." She smiled before continuing, "I just want to know who made you the expert on my FUCK-ability." Her tone and posture put me at ease a little.
When I caught her quickly glance at my crouch, I knew I was in the clear.
Navy chicks, got to love them.
I smiled and put my hands behind my head, leaning back in my chair. We stared at each other for a moment in silence until we heard the door latch release and two junior Sailors barged in with a request to begin maintenance.
The rest of the morning continued in pretty much a professional manner, business as usual. We alternated lunch breaks and were back in the normal routine soon after one. Most of the technicians started to wrap up their work and the ship population noticeably began to shrink.
After a while I found myself sitting in the same chair as before with Amanda across the room.
She was restocking some manuals on a shelf and I was sure she was trying to stick out her ass on purpose. She turned her head to see if I was looking. I flashed my own goofy smile but made no attempt to hide my gaze.
She smiled back and asked, "What are you looking at?"
"Nothing much. Just doing some thinking"
"Yeah right, I bet I know exactly what you were thinking pervert." She turned back around and continued putting back the reference manuals.
"Hey, since when did I get to pervert status?" I turned up my hands and shrugged to feign hurt feelings.
"When you started talking about who and who is not worthy of your tiny tool."
"First, I already told you that was not what I meant," I said again honestly. "Second, my tool is only tiny when being held by a woman with gigantic hands."
"Pervert," she said. I couldn't help but look at how small her hands were. She did too.
"My hands aren't that big," she stated. She looked back at me with an odd smile.
"I didn't say anything." I laughed, secretly thinking about how my cock would look being held in her tiny hands.
She put away the last manual and came over to my side of the room and right out of the blue, with her hand out, stated, "I bet it would still be tiny in my hand too. A tiny dick is a tiny dick. No way around that. Sorry my friend."
Great minds think alike.
She just stood there, staring down at me and smiling.
I stared right back at her.
"Is that some kind of challenge"
She just shrugged.
"Here?" I asked. "You want to see it now?"
She just shrugged again.
I was thinking about it but couldn't mentally justify the risk. It was tempting but even with most people gone for the day and the door closed, anyone could still walk right in. The idea did however, cause a good deal of blood to rush down to my dick.
I started to get hard.
"How about just the outline?" I asked as I spread my legs.
I waited a minute for a hint the I might have I crossed the line and when none came, I rubbed my dick a few times through my trousers. I molded the outline of my swollen member a little and when I was done there was a noticeable impression of my cock though my uniform, with the benefit of added girth due to the thick camouflage material.
She looked down.
I knew I had her when her breathing increased and she bit her bottom lip. She stared at it for a while and I smiled. My hands once again went to the back of my head , fingers interlocked as I leaned back cockily.
"Not that big." She stated as she looked up, doing a poor job of hiding her arousal.
"Big enough," I countered "and far from tiny."
"I guess." She tried to act nonchalant about it but she looked flustered and a bit red in the face.
The telephone rang, interrupting the situation from progressing and she answered it. I logged on to the computer and did my best to busy myself.
I think that it's safe to say we were both highly aroused and the rest of the afternoon was filled with sexual tension. We made every effort for the remainder of the watch to stay in close proximity to one another. We were bumping into and rubbing up against each other all afternoon. At one point she leaned over me to grab something off the desk and put her breasts unnecessarily but appreciatively close to my face. Later, I even went as far as to come up behind her while she was standing up reviewing a report to read over her shoulder, placing my hand on her hip and rubbing my crotch against her ass as we read.
The only scolding I received was a whispered, "settle down" as she turned her head to the side looking up at me. It was incredibly sexual and required a great deal of restraint not to strip her naked and bend her over the desk right then and there.
Our watch was over when we were relieved at dinnertime and after I said I would see her around she asked if that was a promise. I joked that it was a date and we went off on our own.
I was thinking about something we could do over the weekend or a manufactured reason I could use to run into her accidentally on purpose. I was curious were this could lead.
Actually, I knew were it could lead. I just wanted to do my best to facilitate the desired outcome. Apparently she didn't want to wait that long.
It was a little after 8 when the phone to my space rang and I turned down the TV to answer.
It was Amanda.
"Hey, I thought you were going to come down here tonight?"
"Um," I stalled, torn between big head logic and little head adventure.
"Just come down. There is something I want to show you."
Sold!!
I was out of there so fast I'm sure the office chair was still spinning around before I even reached her shop.
