In the Navy

"I'm afraid I won't behave respectably from now on", I whispered, making one last attempt for decency.

"Good, I thought you'd never stop..." she answered delighted.

When I put my hands around her waist and lifted her, she supported me by actually jumping up and bringing her legs around me. Luckily her deck - the name we sailors have for the accommodations - was pretty different from the ones on my ship. It had carpet on the floor and the bunks - or beds - were double stacked instead of triple. But by far the best difference was the table between the two pairs of beds.

Kissing furiously again I managed to navigate into the right direction until I felt the edge of that table at my thighs. Then I leaned down and grinned, when she broke the kiss and gasped from the cold, wooden surface touching her bare back.

When she partially released me from the embrace of her arms, I took my time to take in the sight.

Her brown hair was sprawled on the table around her head. It wasn't a halo, but it was close.

Her eyes sparkled and she bit her bottom lip. Her chest was heaving a bit faster than before and although it wasn't really cold her cute little nipples were protruding very clearly.

Her belly button was pierced, which I hadn't noticed before. But my eyes didn't linger there for long. I just had to look, where I hadn't dared before.

She was shaved the way it was popular in the mid Nineties. A simple, trimmed landing strip of sparse hair.

When she released my waist with her legs and used her feet to caress my hairy chest I looked up to her face.

She seemed to like the way I adored the beautiful view. And apparently she didn't care that my six-pack was hidden under some skin.

I used my hands to softly stroke her calves and she shivered. When I lightly kissed her left foot, her lips parted slightly and a soft, little moan escaped them.

Encouraged I used my lips and just the tip of my tongue to slowly explore her skin more closely.

It was soft and smelled like tropical fruits, which had to be her shower gel. But it suited her.

More interesting than what my nose could tell me, was something I discovered after a couple of seconds: she was obviously very sensitive. Her legs were shaved, but I could clearly see her skin reacting, anyway. And her slightly quickened breathing was a signal on it's own.

When I reached the side of her knee her hands had taken a firm grip at the edges of the table. Her lips were parted, her eyes half closed and her nipples had definitely hardened further. Looking up to her face I got the impression that she was indecisive if she should tell me to stop teasing or to just carry on.

She was making cute, little sounds now, every time my lips touched her skin. And I took my time, but got inevitably closer to the source of a completely different and rather intoxicating smell.

Her lower lips caught my attention then. At first they were completely closed with only the slightest hint of an opening, but then they slowly blossomed and revealed the glistening, moist inside of her womanhood.

To me it looked like a beautiful flower, no mere rose or orchid could ever stand the comparison. And that was only in part because of being my first, really close look at it. Mostly it was just... her.

I took my time to memorize everything while slowly kissing her thigh and getting closer.

The way her legs trembled a tiny bit, the vision of her taut belly and her somewhat concentrated face behind the two enticing hills of her bosom, the sound of her breathing and the little sighs she made every now and then... Even the rather cold and spartan atmosphere of the room was part of that experience.

But the most important impression of all was the look in her eyes half begging me to move faster and half ordering me not to.

It was this look that led me to plant a small kiss on each of her lower lips and then move to her other thigh to draw it out a bit longer. And I think my shit eating grin when she moaned a bit frustrated and wiggled her ass invitingly didn't go unnoticed.

She was just one or two seconds short of pleading - or demanding - when I added my hands to the picture.

Feeling my fingertips brushing lightly over the outsides of her hips made her momentarily shudder and sigh. Anticipation took over once again.

Frankly, I was nothing short of proud that I managed to spare her mound and concentrate on her delicate reactions.

I wasn't completely inexperienced. At least regarding sex. But this wasn't just fucking.

To me it was like skipping a class or two and attempting an advanced course. And the only guideline here was something I overheard once in a bar, when one girl told another:

"If I could change one thing in men it would be their fucking determination to touch and maim. Boobs first, pussy second, then insert dick and ole, ole. Why do they understand a motors need to warm up and can't bring that knowledge to bear with a woman? Is it too much that I ask for the same treatment that his friggin' car gets every damn Saturday?"

Well... I wasn't into cars much, but I didn't need further explanation. But neither did I have a willing female to practice. Until now that is...

Therefore I took a deep breath or three every second and fought the urge to... maim something. Or to go any direct way, when there also was a detour.

And y'know what?! I pretty much loved it from the spot.

Kristanna reacted to the barest brush of my fingertips or lips in a way I never got from another woman. Her belly rippled any time I decided to put the slightest pressure into my touch and she almost jumped, when my tongue darted out or I decided to nibble on her skin a bit.

Her legs twitched whenever I hinted on closing in to the center. And her knuckles were white from the vise-like grip she had on the table.

Then she began to moan and mumble something in Norwegian. Looking up to her face she had her eyes closed and bit her lower lip fiercely.

It just seemed like the right moment to brush my nose along her thigh in a swift motion, until my mouth was in striking distance to her pussy. A clearly visible sheen of wetness seemed to betray some readiness there.

At the same time I brought my hands up a little and trailed the outlines of her breasts. I just couldn't resist touching them anymore.

Her body arched upwards when her back completely left the table. Before I could react I held her round boobs firmly in my hands. And she sighed something which could well have been: "Finally!"

For a moment or ten I reveled in the feeling of holding those two orbs. Then Kristana got anxious again and wiggled her chest a bit, as if she wanted my hands to move.

"I'll beg," she moaned, "I'll promise to do everything, but if you don't stop teasing me, I'll scream..."

I didn't miss the pleading tone in her voice. And I didn't want her to scream. At least not from frustration.

And in fact I was already gritting my teeth in an attempt to control myself. Her pussy was directly in front of my face and there was nothing - clearly not one damned thing - that I wanted more than to stick my tongue out and fucking taste her.

When I finally did exactly that, it was a revelation.

The intoxicating smell was a mere hint of the real thing. When I easily parted her lips and drove into the valley between them with my tongue, is was like tropical fruits meeting something salty with a hint of musk and a whole lot of something named Kristanna. I was instantly hooked.

She gasped, then sighed and exhaled relieved. I could see her body going rigid and she pressed her chest up against my hands.

The moment the tip of my tongue finally touched the point just beneath her little nub, she groaned happily.

"Krissy?"

A female voice accompanied the sound of the opening door in my back in that very second. It was followed by the part of a question in Norwegian, as far as I could tell.

Kristanna jerked and I froze in shock, which brought her clit and my tongue directly together. She squealed and then snapped a few harsh words to whomever had interrupted us. I didn't understand that either, but it was pretty obviously something along the lines of 'not now, the fuck'.

Most likely into my direction she immediately added: "Don't you dare to stop that!"

The other girl realized the situation fast, because she called out: "Whoops! I didn't see anything" and seemed to turn on her heel. The door fell shut a moment later.

Normally I would have been ashamed and rather confused after that. I wasn't much of a lady-killer to start with and pretty shy in 'special' situations. But I had just tasted the fantastic juice of an absolutely gorgeous woman and touched her clitoris with the tip of my tongue.

I did the only thing my slightly overloaded brain was able to command me to do. I pressed my mouth onto her opening and began to suck slightly. I needed more of that...

Krissy's upper body fell back onto the table and she couldn't suppress a startled yelp. Then she moaned something I didn't need to understand, for the sound of it told everything I had to know. And her hand grabbing my hair and pulling me closer wasn't that hard to decipher, too.

To be honest I had no conscious idea of what to do next. It really was the first time of my life I went down on a woman. But my partner in this exercise wasn't stingy with feedback. She clearly showed me whenever I hit a good spot.

And then there was the smell in my nostrils and even more so the taste in my mouth. Something I had no intention to let go of for the next year or two.

I vaguely remembered some comrades talking about the best way to eat a pussy out. They were confident that an important lesson was not to linger in one spot. Variation was the key to success.

But Kristanna teached me a completely different lesson.

As I started to try out different ways to play with my tongue, she whimpered a bit moved her hips. When I didn't get the hint, she tried a less subtle approach.

"Stop teasing, please," she mewled. "My kitty's gonna explode."

It took me a second to understand that. It wasn't her normal, clear and almost accent free English. She seemingly gritted her teeth.

But then I got it. It wasn't 'kitty' but 'clitty'! Which had to be...

I abandoned all other lessons and completely followed her lead. In long, straight strokes I parted her lower lips and reached up to the little nub and back again.

Almost involuntary my fingers found two corresponding protrusions further up on her body and twirled them.

Kristanna straightened immediately and almost stopped breathing.

I realized that I didn't need any guidance apart of that she gave so freely. Most likely there was no way to learn 'doing girls', but on the job. And that way I learned a big deal.

Her body was almost hovering above the table. Whenever I started my long strokes at her center her belly went rippling, as her muscles strained to hold the tension. And when I hit the spot she almost flinched.

It had to be very intense.

I didn't count, but it were more than a dozen slow strokes before she twitched almost violently and opened her eyes.

The look she gave me was indescribable. A vision of her innermost soul, cleared like after crying, but without the sadness which accompanies that. I completely understood notions like 'windows to the soul' and 'most intimate moment' then.

"Gjør det!"

She panted and pressed the incomprehensible words past her gritted teeth.

It was some kind of demand. But I wouldn't have gotten it without the hint her eyes gave me. They locked on my groin and I finally understood.

But I didn't react immediately.

There were my doubts again. The curse of self loathing struck and I just had to ask myself, if I could live up the expectations. Would it be... well... big enough? Would she laugh?

Stupid? I know that now. It was one of that moments when it didn't matter anymore. And I wasn't exactly tiny over there. But having inferiority complexes over almost two decades left scars.

Fortunately Kristanna didn't realize that. Or she didn't care...

"Please", she begged. "I need! Inside me! You!"

Believe it or not, but it was exactly her last word, which released the tension.

She was losing her self control and was getting frantic. Because of... me!

With the practiced ease of somebody who has to change clothes pretty often and sometimes pretty fast, I opened my belt and sent my trousers and underwear down.

Then I took hold of her hips to lift her a bit and bring her closer to the edge of the table. Just pulling seemed uncomfortable to me because of her bare skin on the surface.

She nodded her appreciation constantly, while I did that. Her eyes were fixed on mine and almost sparkled from excitement.

Some instinct or whatnot took over. My world shrunk and centered on those two shining stars in her face, when I closed the distance and bent over.

I wanted everything at once, but kissing her again was clearly the top priority. Even more so than sticking my dick into her pussy.

Thanks to some physics that wasn't a problem, though.

The table was exactly the right height and her legs were already parted and bent up. And I was as ready as a man could get.

When I bent over and my hands slid over her sides and breasts up to her neck, it happened without further ado. As if we were made for each other, the head of my cock touched her center and anatomy and the wetness of her juices guided me home.

As I said: I wasn't a virgin or anything. But my experiences were scarce and compared to this they were rather lame.

Until now sex had seemed to be exiting, but didn't live up to the expectations. Especially if you happened to do it with girls who 'let you have your way'. Since it was expected. Since you were a couple.

Maybe it had been my fault. At least in parts. Bad foreplay and stuff... But that didn't make the rather dull experiences any better.

And now I experienced passion and lust and the whole program at once.

I felt her soft wetness give way and my cockhead penetrating the tightness behind. I felt her trembling and heard her gasping.

For a second she stopped breathing, when I opened her up. Then she almost sobbed and sighed relieved.

It was a wondrous voyage into some mysterious land I had never visited. And it felt really different and absolutely great.

Her insides rippled slightly when I penetrated her deeply. I felt her along the whole length of my shaft, when I lifted her upper body a bit to reach her face.

Half upright she slid her legs around my hips and locked them behind my butt. At the same time her hands reached for my head. She was as eager to kiss as I was.

Our lips pressed together and our tongues intertwined as our bodies had done. We didn't stop until both of us needed to come up for air.

That was the moment she giggled a bit and the look in her eyes got a little bit mischievous.

"I never liked a hairy chest," she acclaimed. "How could I miss the lovely effect of those hairs on my nipples?"

I could have gotten self-conscious again, but somehow I didn't. I just grinned back and moved my upper body to the sides a bit.

She shivered and the mischief left her expression. It got replaced with something serious and determined.

"Would you..." She hesitated.

"Would you just... do me for once? I'll make it up to you later, but for now I need to get fucked senseless pretty bad."

Somewhere back in my head the question, why a woman should have to make up for that went by unheard.

I wasn't even capable of giving a witty answer. Or any answer at all.

Somehow at peace with myself I laid her back onto the table and placed her hands at the edges again. She understood perfectly and took a grip.

Then I brought my hands to the insides of her knees and she let go of my hips. Apparently she knew exactly what I was up to. Even if I didn't know myself.

Her legs ended up bent, until her knees touched her proud bosom with her support. Her encouraging nods where all I needed then.

For the first time I concentrated entirely on what was going on between our lower bodies. I draw back slowly and observed my cock leaving her pussy.

The wet sheen on my dick was as fascinating as the soft ripples going through her loins.

I didn't pull out completely. I didn't want to.

She gave me some really encouraging nods when I looked up then. And I watched her face closely, when I just rammed my hips forward again.

I almost fainted myself. Her tightness gripped me immediately and I felt an intense wave of pleasure. But Kristanna reacted in a way I couldn't miss.

Her sharp intake of breath ended, when I grounded out deep inside her. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes first. Then they opened again and stared to the ceiling, when she went rigid and her back arched.

"Ah-hah!" she gasped and then some breathless words, whimpered in Norwegian.

The next thing happening nearly gave me a heart attack.

"She said: Gods, yes! Just like this. Fuck me like this."

The voice came from the back on my right side and was clearly female and probably identical with the woman who rushed into the room some minutes... or hours earlier.

Apparently she hadn't left as expected. And apparently she didn't mind not only to watch, but to take an active part as well.

I really didn't know how to react or what to do next...

Kristanna also heard it and her head came down. With a furious expression in her eyes she looked past my side and opened her mouth to say something.

I never found out what it would have been. Instead I felt the touch of bare skin at my butt pressing me forward. And since I had withdrawn a bit in shock I now slammed home again.

Kristanna immediately whined in pleasure, since this time my thrust was especially hard.

I didn't get any chance to think about hurting her, even if it didn't sound that way. My mind got occupied by other things.

"That's the way she loves it. See?"

The unknown Norwegian woman whispered the words into my ear and her clearly naked body pressed to my side.

My brain went into overdrive again and I lost the connection to reality.

"Draw back and slam it home again. Make her scream and fuck her senseless."

I've got no excuse but serious input overload for doing exactly as she said. I draw back half way and rammed forward again. And Kristanna howled her appreciation.

Apparently she didn't care for the other woman anymore. Her head fell back again and she began to whisper incomprehensible things.

Only this time I got an simultaneous translation directly into my right ear.

"Gods, I love your cock. Fuck me harder. Tell him to fuck me harder."

It was odd to hear the almost calm voice of another woman like a synchronization for the breathless words from my lovers lips. Odd and... unbelievably hot!

"Take her legs onto your arms an grab her tits," I got advised. "She likes it rough, so don't hold back."

I felt like remote controlled when I did as I was told.

I didn't grab viciously, but I got a good grip on her firm boobs and Kristanna winced, but also moaned appreciatively. Before she wailed in ecstasy again, that is.

I didn't stop the motions of my hips anymore. But it wasn't exactly because of some instinctively reaction. It was because of the hand and belly on my butt clearly directing my forward movements. And because of the hand which somehow had sneaked around and now softly grabbed the base of my cock and my balls to direct the backward motion.

"Yes, like that. Pull my nipples," the translation went on.

And obviously only for my ears she added: "Don't hold back anymore. Fuck her harder. But don't you dare to cum!"

Free will or rebelling against that seductress in my back weren't possibilities anymore. I didn't even want to have a choice.