There is nothing to worry about, Missy. We will be in the harbor in just two more days of sailing as long as the wind holds. Don't trouble your pretty... little head. I will get us to safe harbor before they could catch us anyway."Sophia returned to her cabin and got ready for the middle-aged Ensign Jones. She liked him the least of the five officers because he had a wicked tongue on him. Well, wicked in the sense that he never seemed willing to pass along a complement but always found a way to. At this point I am getting pretty hard and she knows it. She takes the bra off too, revealing her little A-cup tits. "It's definitely getting hot in here now," she says as she puts her hand up my shorts from the leg. I arch my back a little, lift my butt off the seat, and pull my shorts and boxer briefs down. She adjusts herself so that her tits are rubbing up against my arm and she starts jerking me off. She jerks me slowly to start and it feels a little rough because her hands are still kind. "Come with me, when your shift is done, and I will show you that you do have something to offer, and that some people do consider you a person."She nodded again, agreeing to my plan, as I paid her and put the tip down on the table, and then headed to the bar of the restaurant, to drink a few before heading to my hotel suite that was in walking distance to the tavern. When her shift was over, I took her arm and led her to my hotel, to the shock of her parents and employers, who were nonetheless. The room was actually nicely furnished. Shediscovered a stylish loveseat and a lovely hand-carved coffee table.When she finally cleared the way to the far wall, she found that theroom's original fireplace had been kept in excellent condition, with amodernized gas insert.But the biggest surprise was that hanging from the mantelpiece were twoquilted Christmas stockings, nicely embroidered with the names "Helen"and "Brad." At first she thought that it was kind of sweetly romanticthat he'd chosen.