I try to put my head back down but he keeps his hand under my chin making me look into his eyes. “You know why I think I’m lucky?” I sh...ake my head, my brain not working with his body pressed up against mine and his hands on my hips. “I’m lucky,” he whispers, bringing his lips closer to me, “because I get to do this,” he plants his lips on mine and passionately starts to kiss me but pulls away after just a few seconds, “with the most beautiful girl here.” I know it’s a line, but I don’t. What he saw totally floored him, and for several seconds he stood there slack jawed, and quite unable to speak! "I-I-I'm sorry," a red faced Andy stammered, "I heard the glass breaking and just wanted to make sure everything was okay!" The reason for his discomfort was seated in a straight back chair next to some sort of contraption with hoses and wires connected to her chest, it was the new secretary, Donna Wilkens with her breasts exposed!!! "That's all right Mr. Ozinski, I have a new baby at. Lick me... Fuck me... I'll be waiting" one the most. That was the text that got me a phone call. The rest just described what I wanted him to do to me and what I wanted to do to him.It wasn't completely my fault. He had teased the ever loving hell out of me last night, before making me cum. I figured turnabout was fair play. I just dragged it out a bit longer than he did.I never bothered putting another pair of panties on under my skirt. I didn't see the point when he was just going to take. You know yourself what it is like below decks when the active sonar is on.”The noise of the sonar is deafening, and most sailors either put on hearing protection or go to a deck that is above the waterline.“What is your solution?”“A lower frequency, greater range sonar. There are two problems with it. I have a solution for the one, but you will need to solve the other yourself.”“What is the problem I have to solve?”“Finding a new lie to tell everybody.”“What does that mean?”“A myth in the navy.