It was the spring of 1989, and I was in the Navy as a Fire Controlman. Being stationed at Mare Island, CA, I had high hopes of meeting some California girls. Little did I know then that the girl of my dreams wouldn't be from California, but rather she would be from New Jersey.
I was early to watch that night. I had again volunteered for the balls to four Petty Officer of the Watch. I had always liked that watch, but after tonight I would really like it. Since the C.D.O., Command Duty Officer never stood the balls to four, but was rather on call, I knew that it would be me and the O.O.D., Officer of the Day. After I took over and the previous P.O.of W. had left, I talked to the Out going O.O.D., and learned that a LTJG D. Meitczkowskiey would be O.O.D. with me and that if "he" didn't show up soon, "he" was going on report. Navy watches are supposed to relieve at a quarter till the hour. If you have the 0000-0400 watch, then you are supposed to be there to relieve the watch no later than 2345 p.m.
At about 2344 I hear heel clattering up the hall and tell the O.O.D. that unless this Meitczkowskiey fellow is in drag, that I think maybe the LTJG is a woman. Sure enough she came in in her dress blue uniform complete with overcoat. Now the peacoat is a bulky garment that effectively androgenizes anybody's body. She quickly signed her self into the logbook and got the pass down information from the outgoing O.O.D. She waited until he had left, to take off her overcoat. I was certainly glad that she had. That way I didn't have to share the view with anyone else. When she pulled off her coat she revealed a great body. With women in the Navy a young sailor learns quickly to tell what womanly treasures lie under those utilitarian uniforms. I knew instantly that this JG was hot. I also new that she would simply remain a dream girl due to the Navy's restrictive policy on fraternization.
We sat and exchanged pleasantries for about an hour. I answered a couple of calls, then she said, "can you watch the phone while I go to the head, I didn't get a chance to go before I assumed the watch." I said, "Sure ma'am, I'll hold down the fort." She said, "I'll be right back." She started off down the hall. Every click of her heels on the polished tile floor elevated my pulse rate. She went down to the head and was gone about 10 minutes. Then I heard those heels clicking back down the hall toward me. Was I surprised when she re-entered the watch station. She had changed out of her dress blues and into the khaki skirt and blouse.
Her legs were simply the most elegant that I had ever seen. She had on no hose and her calves were as tight as a drum. Being a hot blooded man, I couldn't help but look. She knew what she was doing, but when she saw me staring at her legs, she said," Petty Officer, if you don't want to answer to the command about sexual harassment, then you'd better move your eyes up a bit." I quickly snapped my eyes up to hers and said, "Yes Ma'am!" When my eyes got to her face I thought I saw a hint of a smirk on her lips. She quickly sat down at the desk opposite of me and went to reading her book; some Danielle Steel thing. I started studying my notes on RADAR and another hour passed. About two in the morning she stood up stretched, and said she was going to get some coffee, and asked if I wanted some.
I said, "sure" She started opening cabinets looking for the coffee, filters, sugar and creamer. When she had it all ready, she grabbed the pot and went to get water. I again listened to her click down the hall. A few minutes later I heard her say, "DAMMIT" Then she sighed heavily. I said, "Is everything alright?" She said, "No, the fountain squirted water all over me." She then came back into the watch room. Her blouse was soaked. I said I'll watch the shop while you go change back into your Blues. She said, "That would be great if they were still here."
She then explained that her room mate had brought her khakis, and took back the blues. She said, "I'm not gonna call her at two-thirty in the morning." I tried not to look at her blouse since I had gotten chewed out for scoping her legs earlier. I couldn't help but glance down though. Sure enough her blouse was soaked through, and contrary to uniform regulations she wasn't wearing a bra. Of course her little bitty B cup breasts hardly needed the support. However her nipples stood out against the wet material and gave me an almost instant boner. Apparently I had stared too long again, because I suddenly heard her clearing her throat. I looked up at her face just as she said, what did I tell you about that harassment.
Now, this time I definitely saw a smirk. I said, "Well ma'am, I actually think that you're the one harassing me." She snapped back, " How so?" I said, "You're standing there practically in a see through blouse without a bra on at two- thirty in the morning, and I can't help but look." She then said, "If a look is what you want then a look is what you're gonna get."
