"I looked at the orders. Cutting through the bureaucratic double talk onthe orders, I saw the key sentence: "You are ordered to report toNAVINTEL Code... 146 by 0730..."I looked at the date. "That's tomorrow."He nodded. "Your bags have been packed for you and the COD is waiting."COD stood for Carrier Onboard Delivery. It was a C-2 aircraft thatferried men and material out to the ship from a shore base."Sir, I know what NAVINTEL is. That's Naval Intelligence, but what isCode 146? I thought all the. "The deal was that you get a handjob, I'm not going to bl...". I didn't feel like arguing with her and during her little speech, her mouth was open just fine, so I just pushed my penis right in enjoying the warm wetness inside. She was obviously surprised by this move and probably annoyed by herself for falling for such a move."Looks like you are. Now start sucking bitch, if I would have wanted a handjob I could have done that myself". Defeated she started to suck me, using her tongue to swirl. She'd come to work in stockings, heels and a skirt but no knickers, we fucked in a stairwell, in one of the toilets, we'd meet up in lifts and I'd lift her skirt and slip my tongue or fingers in for a quick taste and feel. We'd catch the same bus sometimes and I'd drop my hand to her thighs and she'd part her legs and we'd see how far we'd travel before I'd have to stop or she'd cum.Eventually, we split, changed departments etc and I had less and less to do with her.Fast forward to 2 months. The shop assistant was very pretty and asked us if she could help. I explained I needed a bikini, as I only had strings. So she started to show me a selection. I picked out a few and went into the fitting room to try them on. The fitting room was in the corner of the shop, and it only had a small curtain that didn't quite fit across the entryway. Either it was open a little at one end or the other, so I gave up and got on with the business at hand. It wasn't as if I hadn't shown plenty of.