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We have a perfectly embarrassing, lighthearted confession according to Darcy Dear Nikki, some night you plan the ultimate seduction scene, candles, flickering playlist on point lingerie that makes you feel like a total goddess, and then the universe decides to turn your sexy moment into a full on comedy sketch. This is one of those stories. I'm still bashing and cringing just thinking about it, but I have to get it off my chests. Buckle up because my attempt to being irresistible, yeah,

came with its own accidental soundtracked. I thought I was being super seductive when I decided to surprise my boyfriend with a sexy role play night. I brought this lacy lingerie set that was way out of my comfort zone. Think straps everywhere, barely there, fabric the works, I didn't the lights, put on some slow music, and waited on the bed like a total vixen. He walks in seize me, and his eyes go wide. I strike what I think is a killer pose, and then I realized the lingerie

has these tiny decorative bells on the straps. Every single movement I made, breathing, shifting, literally anything made them jingle like a cat toy jingle. Jingle jingle. He tries to keep a straight face, but after thirty seconds of me trying to sexy crull toward him, sounding like Santa's sleigh got lost in the bedroom, he burst out laughing so hard he had to sit on the floor. I freeze,

mortified bells still faintly tinkling well every shaky breath. We ended up laughing for like twenty minutes straight, the mood completely dead, and just cuddled our normal clothes instead. Every time I mentioned lingerie, he starts humming jingle bells under his breath. I can't unhear it, said, help or at least a bell free outfit recommendation. Mortified and still jingling bell girl. Okay, I have questions because how did you not see the bells? You know, and then paying them on?

Didn't you hear the bells? So either you were really listening to music really loud and getting ready and putting yourself in the mood that you didn't hear them until I just I have so many questions, and then why didn't you? I mean, I guess you know you don't really think on your feet, and this is me after the fact and everything, I'm tinker bell it was so where I went. I went with this tinker bell and I can see and why did you guys just cuddle? I so would have still kept that shit on and

I paid for it. Goddamn it. I'm gonna get him off in it, you know? And and you know so wy you sound like a sleigh riding him or getting fucked, you know. Keep him in good rhythm, right, I don't know. I could have been distracting, but still have him strip the damn thing off. That's what I'm thinking here. I am so so sorry. So according to mortified and still jingling ladies, gents, we should staying away from lingerie that

has bells on it. I don't know anything like that, so I don't have to worry before we dive in. Here's tonight's long, filthy sounding rental. Listen close. I'm hard and stiff. When I stand at attention, you grip me tight, stroke me slow and fast without hesitation. I was silent in the dark, but when you work me right, I explode with a loud bang. Give me quite the sight. Yet I'm completely innocent. What am I? Answers are coming at the end of the show. You know what time

it is? It's time to sit back, relax, Let's have that whiskey where the filthy cherry is, of course, and explore some moronic fantasies from people just like you and me, Dear Nikki. This happened back in the day while I was still in the Navy in the nineties as a young petty officer which means a senior enlisted guy. I was with seeing the military going through dramatic changes in placing females in more and more complex and combat related roles.

By the time, these shiny pennies were getting small combat ships in the Navy and its infinite wisdom decided placing a few officers on board, which would ease transition, because everyone knows that a twenty three year old in listen fresh from college has all the control of a professionalism required to avoid any misconduct. We had five females on board, two mid grade officers and three junior officers. How many

guys you might wonder. The crew was little shy of three hundred, so you could do the math of women ratio two men. Now might be a good time to let you know the average age of anyone on our military is under thirty. Introduce Miss Laurie Smith, the barely twenty three year old checked on board about two months before we deployed, and only after she graduated for college, not too much prior. This seemingly innocent, blonde haired beauty

was quickly focal point for most of the men. She was signed to the navigation department, and it's still my belief that the reason was because it only had five guys in that department to oogle over her and less of a chance of a issue. Also, she answered directly to an executive officer and he kept pretty close tabs on her for the first couple of months we deployed. For what started off as six months, it turned out

to be longer. And here i am late twenties at the time, plus ten years plus service under my belt, and I'm standing the mid watch watch in a foreign land for U non military folk. The mid watch for US was from midnight to O six hundred while the ship was in port. This watch consisted of standing twenty four hours a day on the ship bridge and coordinating

all posted arm guards. However, as soon as the sun went down, all the lights turned off to keep from being silhouetted, and the only exception was our flashlights with red lenses. The first hour, I had her read the standing orders and policies and try to instill the importance

of leadership in the potentially hazardous situation. What made this all bullshit to her was the fact that we were visiting a country that was very much our allies, and to keep from anything becoming newsworthy, our host country had provided a three meter high double fence with armed cars patrolling the inside and outside. Even my guys walking around the ship knew we were only in there in case Halbrooke loose, So this time it was a pretty slack watch.

This petite five foot four inch blonde with what I could only assume as to having a small to medium sized brass graduated college lesson six months ago, is on watch with a crusty old chief in the dark for the next six hours. What could possibly happen? Assume, you might ask, what a dirty sailor wouldn't recognize the tits and ass on the sexy little minx. The kind of sailor who had never seen this officer in anything other than a working uniform, which at the time was cover alls.

Ill fitting coveralls did little to the imagination of what would lay underneath navy could curve a bump or be conceptualized. Was she attractive, no doubt about it. Her face was angelic, Her smile was full of sparkly white teeth, blight blue eyes seemed to be pools of sea blue that Nettune himself could admire. She was slender and petite, and then I knew from her standing next to my six three

to a profound frame. I digress back to the story Boredom said in quickly, and it didn't take long for our conversation to lead to more personal matters in her adventurous days in college and tailgate parties on game days and sorority mixers, and of course a few of my own exploits from three past employments while in Spain, in Thailand and Puerto Rico started to come out, so we both admitted to having a bit of a wild streak.

It came time to make our log entries and that everything was going well on watch, so I brought her over to the table to show her how to make the appropriate reports. With it being so dark and the chart table being so small, she stood incredibly close. Back in boot camp, we had the term for this nut to butt. Little did I know that how true this was going to be. But she stood in front of me.

My chest hovered millimeters from her back. When she leaned back as the angle of her flashlight to see their report, I felt her firm mass push into my groin. The immense after having so quickly the blood rush at light's blead to my cock, causing it to grow a month or so without getting laid can have its effect. Nervousness set in, and I back up, hoping it wasn't too late. I found myself taking equal rights officer in the morning.

Chief What goes here? She asked, And of course I couldn't see the darn thing, so I attempted to sidestep her to look over her shoulder when she moved just in time for my groin to come back in contact with her backside. Okay, remember me talking about these coveralls. I also need to tell you there's no way in hell a guy could hide an erection in them. They fit so loosely and nothing has ever held at bay and confined. Think about when a guy wears sweatpants and

no underwear. So now there's no doubt in my sea loving mind that she could feel the hardness that was saying hello to her bumb She said something cheesy like, I just want to make sure everything's lined up right and its proper entry is made, while wiggling her ass just a little more and grinding it up on me. Well, miss Smith, I think you know exactly what you're doing and have everything lined up just fine. And so it began.

Not the wisest of military decisions I made over the years, considering the potential of repercussions, but I allowed this girl woman to tease me and play. My hands went to her waist and rested on her hips, and she only had to push back a little more fully hard Now she ground that ass up and down, pressing it firmly and gave a little whimper in the process, feeling the effects she was having on me. Do I really need to say? The stays between you and me, ma'am, I

asked her. I can follow orders very well, chief, was her reply. I turned the flashlight off and total darkness consumed us. One hand reached up and around to find that I was correct in the assumption of her breast sighs. The round globe fit nicely in the palm of my hand and I massauged. My mother had found this very good use of reversible zipper on her coveralls. They had a double zipper so the guy can zip from down

to up to facilitate taking a piss. Now it was going to give me access without having to remove her clothes. I slipped my hand inside and find what feels like a standard cotton Panni's. But what isn't standard issue was the wet spot in them. My fingers quickly slipped inside the waistband to find a smooth, but very what slit. With the bridge being eerily quiet, even her subdued bones

seemed to echo as if put on loud speaker. You have to be quiet, I said, and she whimpered more as I slid my middle two fingers in and out of her pussy. She continues to press her back and head into my chest as one of my arms wrapped around her body while the other hand was quickly fingered her to orgasm. When it came, she stood there bracing herself with her hands gripping the chart table. Her body shuddered. I held her in place and rode her through it,

removing my soaked hand from her coveralls. I licked my fingers to taste the sweet flavors of her orgasm. Breathing hard, Miss Smith took deep breasts, trying to fill her lungs

with a much needed oxygen. My left hand only left her breasts long enough to unzip her coveralls from top to bottom, and I could reach inside and massage both modest sized titties, filling the hard points through standardissue white tea sands bra Miss Smith stepped away from me, and I heard her zipping up and down as the case may be, to put hers shoveled uniform back in order. Slightly confused, I wonder what was going on since my cock was still hard as the forward anchor. It wasn't

long before she eased my concerns. Her hands found the zipper to my coveralls and getting on her knees. I soon felt the heat of her warm, wet mouth as it allowed me from the head and shaft. I wish I could tell you the paint, the erotic visial of what was going on, but I can't. The color of the coveralls are dark, davy blue, and when she was got on her knees, she disappeared into darkness with only

a vague outlines of movement being seen. I can only tell you that I leaned my head back, rested a hand on the back of her head, and enjoyed the pure bliss of our talented mouth moving down my shaft,

while occasionally sopping to suck and lick the head. Now it was my own moans and gruns that filled the dark space, and between holding my breath and biting my lip, I tried my best to keep from coming too soon, but the sounds of her sucking mouth, which seemed to be amplified in the darkness, made the whole scenario overwhelming.

Whispering in gasp breaths I'm going to come to warn her only caused her to increase her efforts soon folly after volley washed down her throat, and hearing her gulps and swallowing seemed to enhance the pleasure I was receiving. It was my turn to grab the chart table with clenched fists, and Miss Smith took every bit I could give her without missing a drop. When my own orgasm subsided, Miss Lourie Smith stood up while I put my softening

cock back in its place and zipped up. Pulling her close, I kissed her heart on the mouth, tasting my own saltiness. We completed the entries in our log books and still had about four hours to watch left, so we spent the next two to three hours talking, groping, and teasing. I fingered her to a couple more orgasms, and my reward was her dainty fingers stroking me to release. Sunrise that particular morning was just a bit more pleasant to watch.

We decided that from time to time a little playtime could be fun, but we wouldn't make it very often, nor would we make it obvious that fratternization was going on between an officer and an enlisted guy. With us being in different departments, we didn't have to work that close together, which made it easier. True to our word, we hooked up a few more times of that deployment, and twice more Miss Lorie volunteered for extra instruction during a couple of mid watches and other countries where we

thought it was safe both tactically and professionally. I honestly don't think anyone was the wiser that this young innocent in Listen and a crusty old chief that had banged each other's brains out a few times, making serving our country a little less stress filled that deployment. God bless America and go Navy. Gary. First of all, thank you so much for your service. I am a Navy brat, so I'm sure you'll understand when I say this fair

winds and following seas. I really enjoyed this so much, and it brought back so many memories of me because I was dating a Navy person at the time. They brought on women unto ships and he was on a submarine. So anyway, it was around ninety six ninety seven if I remember right, Gary, quote me if I'm wrong, but it may have been going on before that, but his particular ship was bringing them on around that time, and it was out of California, kind of like I guess

think you were. But back to this, this was hot, definitely very much hot. I could see this being me, not blonde, petite, and I didn't have B two C tits, so this definitely isn't me. I was at Oklhoma State anyway, so this definitely wasn't me. But yeah, I could honestly see me doing this one hundred and ten percent. If you were butt to nut to somebody, what do you think, would you let them if it was an, as he

would say, a compromising position. You know, really shouldn't be doing this kind of thing very much, could get you in trouble, or would you risk it? There are good stories, there are bad stories where it falls, and Gary, I'm happy to know that yours fell and the positive this still would have been me though, I'm just saying for some reason, I am I cannot think of the movie I'm thinking of Wait, I remember in Harm's Way with Maggie and Rock, and you know I had this whole

even though that's not in the movie at all. It's a very old movie, so it's black and white. But if you haven't seen it, it's good. It's long, but it's good done. Gee. College was such a fun time for so many reasons. The parties, the freedom, the experiments, and feeling of invincibility. I was heading back to school to begin my sophomore year at college. I was nineteen, fit, long dark brown hair, green eyes, tiny waist and perky

sea tits and a plump little ass. It was moving in day, so I was dressed in tight booty shorts and a T shirt the kind that when you lift your arms you could see the bottom of your tits. By sophomore year, I was a pro, and my parents helped me move in and unpack quickly. I was curious to meet my new roommate, as my roommate of the year prior didn't make it past the freshman year before flunking out. I was just organizing when it walked in

up teat dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. She wasn't more than five three and made me feel like a giant at five six. She smiled enthusiastically dropped her box on her bed. She introduced herself as Hannah. A few seconds later walked in her mother. She was dressed like she was coming to a business meeting, with two small bags in her hands. She set them down, introduced herself as Hannah's mother. She looked like a bigger size than Hannah.

Late forties early fifties, dirty blonde hair, dark eyes, petite waist, and a great smile. They both asked the normal questions about the campus, the dorm, and what the food was like, some of the main rules, et cetera. The girls seemed nice and I was relieved I didn't get a cunty room mate. About twenty minutes later, as we both organized our sides of the rooms, another person entered through the propped open door. I could tell he was male. I assumed it was our father, but couldn't see his face

right away because he was carrying a heavy box. When he plopped the box down on the floor, it revealed a silver fox. I've always had a thing for older men. I don't know why, I have no daddy issues. Hello, he said in a deep, friendly voice, offering a handshake. I'm well, we'll call him Sean. I grabbed his hand and looked right in his eyes and introduced myself. He's about six foot feet tall, early fifties, average build, tone but not huge muscles. He had gray hair, a white

T shirt and jeans on. He started to joke about how he had all the heavy stuff to move and the girls didn't. About ten minutes after he arrived, Hannah and her mom said they had to run to the store to pick up a few more items. Sean said he had a few more heavy boxes to bring up, and since they were in separate cars, he'd stay behind. One by one. He brought up box after box on his fourth or fifth trip. I asked him something about the plug behind my bed. I bent over in my

booty shorts acid air and fidgeted with a cord. I glanced back to see if he was looking, and he was. He quickly looked away and came over to inspect the outlet chord. Thank you, I smiled as I touched his arm and made small talk with me about my major, the school, et cetera. He asked about social events and jokingly said to be sure his daughter and I didn't

party too hard. I laughed and said he didn't have to worry because the boys at the school were immature and parties were usually broken up before they got out of hand. That's why I don't have a boyfriend, They're so immature, I said. He gave me a fatherly answer of not wasting my time on boys. I've always preferred older men, I said. I could tell he was flustered. He didn't make much eye contact with me after that as he unpacked the boxes, and I figured this wasn't

going anywhere. I complimented the tattoo on his forearm. And have a tattoo too, I said. He asked of what kind. I lifted my shirt so he could just see the bottom of my breast. My tattoo was on my upper ribs on the side. He gave me a confused look and said, oh. I asked him to help me move some furniture before he left, because I needed someone with muscles. He greed politely. As I lifted the desks in my room,

was shimmy and turn it. I said, oh, no, it's too heavy, and he came behind me to lift it. It was pretty small dorm, so when he came behind me, I rubbed my ass against his cock. I quickly turned so I was facing him. I told you how a thing for older men, I said, I'm married and my wife and daughter will back any minute. Not without that. I pointed to her dorm room key on her bed. No, no, no, I've never sh I said, pressing my body against his. I tilted up my chin for a kiss, and he

kissed back. I couldn't fucking believe it. I'd never seduced someone like this. I felt like I was in a porn. I slid my tongue in his mouth and he backed away. I can't he started again. I ignored him and kept kissing him, now rubbing his cocks through his chains. I need you to do this please. I took off my shirt so I was dressed in my bronze shorts. He began to rub my tits and I'm he moaned quietly in his ear. His cock was throbbing, pushing against his jeans,

begging to be freed. I undid the zipper and took him in my mouth, pushing his ass against my face with one hand and twisting around his cock while my sucking it. Fuck, he moaned quietly. I looked up him while on my knees sucking his cock, and he just stared at me, grinning. Ohn'che to fuck me, I said, without responding. He took down my panties in shorts and asked if I had a condom. I pulled at the one in the side table and he put it on

his cock. He took off his shirt, but refused to take off his jeans, round his ankles in case he had to get dressed quickly. He undid my brow so I was completely naked and laid me down on my bed. He must have been very turned on because he didn't even start slow. He slammed his stick into my dripping pussy and kept pounding it, watching my tits jiggle. He grabbed my waist and hammered it on to me while I played with my clip. He slowed and said he didn't want to come yet. I pushed him off and

got all fours my bed ass up. Stretch my pussy, I said, as I fingered myself giving him a little show. He commented on how wet my pussy was before pulling me toward him. He went to enter me and slid almost into my ass. I told him he could use me however he wanted. He moaned holy fuck, but didn't take me up on the offer. Again, pounded my creamy pussy hard and fast, and I moaned into my pillow, trying to control the noises. At this point, it was

begging for his come. I wanted him to come inside me. I asked him to take off the condom, but he wouldn't. Right before he came, the only dirty words he uttered were you're my fucking slut, right come? And my slutty little pussy, I begged. Before he burst inside me, he moaned fairly loudly. He quickly removed the condom and asked what to do with it. I took a tissue, rolled it up inside and said take care of it, and then I got down on my knees and licked it

up what was left on his softening cock. He tastes so good, I said. He quickly pulled up his jeans and put his T shirt on. I've never done anything like that before. You're not gonna tell Hannah, are you, he asked. I assured him that our little secret, and it was. He left, and Hannah and her mom his wife, returned. They had bags of essentials and stacks. I said, they'd just been sean. Hannah turned out to be a good roommate and friend, though we were never close enough to

invide each other over for the holidays and things. I often wondered how her dad would have reacted if I showed up. I saw him sometimes picking her up from afar. He'd just wave and I'd wave back. I wonder if he still thinks about the time he fucked his daughter's roommate. I know I do. Beth. Hello, Beth, how are you? I I'm yeah, I as you. I don't really have to tell you that silver foxes I just been yeah a thing for me. I don't know if I if I would have been this brave. I like it all,

even if I really wanted to. But you know, I just was never one of those girls or a woman that is like this. I'm I'm yeah, I'm just not. I'm not one of those women that can come up and make comments like that, even though they flow off my tongue quite nicely. So I'm told I'm more of a conversation I'm getting wet, and we're more flirting with nonverbal cues. That is me, so's I'm more of a slow, long and tense burn. Whereas you know I do. I wish,

I wish I knew how to do those. I always feel weird if I I'm going to even with the well my lover, you know, they come off as like there's a woman out there. I think she's on Insta. I found her on ins I think where it shows all these women doing sexy poses and stuff like that, and she just you know, that's me. That is completely me. And I hate if you have some big thing of me being eloquent and poised and that's so not me.

I mean, I can, I guess, I'm told, But if I tried, like like I'm gonna do this, no, it's not me. I'm not so this is sexy as it was, would not be me. And it sounds like as long as little time he was there, there'd be no chance for a slow burn. Or maybe there would be, and then it would be built up, and then it would turn into this other kind of thing like later on

we would pick up. So who knows, Right, if you were taking your child to college, right and the roommate came onto you when they were out of the room, gone for a while, would this be you? Or was this in? Was this you maybe in the same kind of same scenario but kind of you know, kind of thing here, but the opposite. You're the one, you're the younger one. Would this be you? For me? It's a no, but it is hot, don't get me wrong. I just don't know if I, like I said, I'm a good

whiskey slow burn. Just saying I think this is a perfect place to stop for the day. I want to thank you again for joining me, and Gary showed us that sometimes the darkest places, literally and figuratively, are the brightest sparks of pro fidden lust. Ignite Beth proved that confidence in a pair of booty shorts can turn into a polite movement. Day into a secret that will still make her wet years later. I think it still does.

Together they whisper one delicious truth, power, imbalances, ranks, ring, and the risks don't always stop with the desire. They just make the release that much more explosive. So tonight, ask yourself, what uniform title or wedding band have you fantasized about crossing? What no? Would you turn into a breathless yes, if the lights were low enough and the

timing was just right, and the riddle the answers. A flashlight, you know, the one Dereck Gary didn't have, or a real one hard when you stand it up, stroke it to turn it on and slightly in the dark, then click explodes with light. Your minds are beautifully delicious and I love it. And inclosing, hello lover, why don't we sneak onto the empty bridge at midnight, lights off red flesh light only, and let you press me against the chart table while you grind your back until you forget

every rule we're supposed to follow. Until next time, ladies and gentlemen, have a fabulous rest of your week.