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A Captain and "His" Yeoman: Grip

I woke up to a knock on my front door, and rushed to get out of bed to see who it was. I'd look through the peephole of my apartment and saw nothing, so I opened the door, and found a folded letter sitting on the ground in front of me, with my name on the top. I grabbed the item to find a familiar scent: the perfume Celeste wore when we hung out a few months prior. I closed the door, and walked back to the bedroom to read it on this rainy Saturday morning:

"Hey handsome. As you already know, Daniel got approved to resign and accept retirement, and it looks like the final touches on things are coming together. I just wanted to say thank you, thank you for being there for us in our time of need when our marriage looked quite uncertain. Thank you for giving my husband sexual confidence again, and for making me feel beautiful during our tryst that evening. Thank you for the time we had prior to, when we weren't the Navy couple, but Celeste and Daniel, a fun couple that loves to go out on the town, and enjoy life. I thank you for it all, and apologize if it seems we became distant, but Daniel and I have been trying to fly straight. Please forgive us, and drop down your guard with Daniel for he misses more than his personal assistant, but a good friend. We love you, and before we leave in a few weeks, we'd like to link for one last dinner. Please consider.

- Celeste,"

She claimed weeks, but it been four months since that night they used me to "get back on track." I didn't catch feelings for either of them, but after that night, I returned to work and felt a certain temperature with Dan that was uncomfortable, for it didn't feel like I was his personal yeoman. My time onboard with him consisted of me presenting his schedule, on top of preparing his conference room for meetings, answering the phones, and doing whatever administratively to keep him sane. I fielded calls and emails from staffs of admirals, higher ranking civilians, and city officials constantly with grace, and he in turn forged a bond with me that wasn't just sex. That all seemed to fade after that fun night, and I felt alone in the building since I had folks who claimed to respect me, but envied me for what I did, and where I sat. "Fuck your letter, and fuck your dinner," I said to myself as this was a reminder to never mix business with pleasure. Bigger picture: keep distant when it comes to higher ranking officers for they're that, and I was "the help," essentially.A Captain and "His" Yeoman: Grip фото

I ended up balling up the letter, and got up to make breakfast, then a pot of coffee as I chose to focus the rest of the weekend on what was most important: myself. I ate the good breakfast, and stayed in the house while it poured miserably outside to read a few books, and binge watch shows. This behavior spilled into Sunday where I made a hearty dinner, and ended up refreshed like never before when I returned to work Monday.

"YN2," yelled Dan. "Can you come here for a sec?"

I opened the building, and he came in shortly after nodding hello, and going into his office to to change into uniform before starting the day.

"YN2," he repeated as I tried to act as if I didn't hear him.

I got up, and walked to his door sill to answer his call, "Yes sir?"

"What's going on with you? How was your weekend," he asked.

I told him I had a lovely weekend, and he in turn inquired why.

"It was drama free," I replied.

"Drama free, eh," he asked. "Did you get the letter?"

"I did, and sir, I appreciate the gesture," I told him before I walked off.

"Paul, I'm not finished. Let's talk about it," he said as he brought me back in.

We both knew no one else would come into the building for another hour or so, and so he kicked off a nice conversation about the letter, and previous months. I put my feelings on the table about our work relationship, and about how it was a mistake for us to get all tangled up.

"Sir, we should've never... you know," I told him as the sun was rising through the blinds.

"But we did, and we can't undo what was done," he told me as he rose from behind his desk.

"Son, the way you made me and my wife feel, we can't erase that. And to be honest, we want to feel that one more time before we leave California."

He ended up kneeling in front of me, between my knees making eye contact as he "poured himself."

"Don't close the door on us," he said as he placed his hands on my inner thighs.

I was brick hard in my uniform for he knew how to touch me, and we reconnected as he leaned forward for a kiss.

"Come over for dinner tonight," he suggested.

"I'm not doing this, captain," I told him.

He boldly tugged on my belt buckle, and would pull back the flap, and loosen the belt before undoing my buttons.

"So you want me in trouble," I asked.

"Raise your hips," he said as he tried to pull my pants down. "The last time I checked, I was the commanding officer of this base."

Dan wasn't the controller of me, and I implied that until my legs were over his shoulders while my balls were in his mouth. He sucked them gently, and lodged his tongue between them while my eyes were closed, and my head tilted. I loved how he pleasured me in the most sensual way, and how precise he was for he knew how to handle my sweetest spots. He moaned as I only saw the top of his head while he released my sack, and transitioned to lapping his tongue across my hairless taint. I forgot where we were, and apparently he did, too, as he went bananas while causing me to shiver and moan reeling me back in.

"Come to dinner tonight," he said. "And cum right now."

I stroked my dick once his tongue opened my ass like an envelope, with him swirling his head in circles as he treated my hole like a funnel. I beat it hard from the sensation of him rimming me, completely lost in pleasure while he feasted on my unsuspecting hole.

"You're not quitting me," he whispered. "Come to dinner."

"I'll come to dinner, but I'm getting ready to cum right now," I warned him as he lapped away at my rosebud.

The tip of his tongue wreaked so much havoc to my system that I couldn't refrain from the burst. I cooed and jerked, then called his name just as I was about to explode, as he made sure to catch it by putting his mouth on the tip at the initial release. He removed my hand and pulled my throbbing cock inside that warm mouth, and I rewarded him with what he called my "sweet man nectar." When he finished me I still had goosebumps, and he looked me in the eye, then leaned forward to share some of my sweet sperm.

"Come to dinner tonight," he repeated as he rubbed my knees. "You know how we feel about you."

I was a sucker once again, for I knew there would be a fantastic meal involved, and an even better dessert afterwards. I fixed myself after he rose from between my knees, and retreated back to my desk just in time for the other personnel to come in.

I couldn't quit Dan just yet, because he, or Celeste I found later, weren't done with me.

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