Round Nassau Town We Did Roam

This story is mostly truth and partly fiction. Names have been changed to protect the heroes and villains.

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We were in Gitmo for training for four weeks and on the way back we stopped off in the Bahamas for R&R. This was not popular with the married crew members; they just wanted to get home and fuck their wives. I loved to stop and see different places. I'd even liked being in that tiny slice of Cuba.

A group of us managed to find a group of young school teachers from New England that were there on vacation. We made dates for that night. They insisted on meeting us in town rather than have us pick them up at their hotel on Paradise Island because there was an absurd toll to drive across the bridge.

We were at the fountain in the center of town before the appointed hour, and they arrived in a cab about fifteen minutes later. We set off and had dinner at a restaurant near the fountain. One of the teachers had been there a couple of months before and knew a little bit about the town.

The group began to split off. One teacher discovered that the guy she was with was married. She took off, and he went back to the ship. Another couple went back to her hotel. I later learned that he'd just fallen asleep, proving our thought that he was an ass. The teacher I was paired with and another couple walked around town looking at things. We stopped and had a drink. The other couple left so he could get back aboard the ship before Cinderella liberty expired at 2:00. My teacher and I stopped in another bar for a drink, then soaked our feet in the fountain.

I found a taxi by the fountain and headed back to her hotel. He made sure that I knew I'd have to pay the bridge toll. Driving along beside the channel that separates Nassau from Paradise Island, I was looking out the window at the lights. It was a stunning tropical view, if a bit urban. I glanced at my watch.

1:58. Shit. I was due back in two minutes and I knew I'd never make it even if I had the driver turn around. She sensed some distress in my voice when I told her this.

"I'm already AWOL (it wasn't called that officially). No reason to hurry back now."

I paid the taxi driver and we found a lounge chair by the pool. We sat and talked and started making out. She was receptive. The night was beautiful. She was Scandinavian and blonde with long hair.

She suggested we go up to her hotel room. Once there we continued making out on her bed. I began undressing her without resistance. She unzipped my pants and took out my cock. Somehow, I managed to have her suck my dick. I have no idea how I accomplished that. She was doing a good job of it.

"I'm going to cum." She kept going until I did. A full shot in her mouth.

She didn't swallow. Instead she ran to the bathroom and spit it in the toilet and flushed it. Twice. Then she brushed her teeth very thoroughly. Then she rinsed her mouth with her travel bottle of Scope.

When she came back to the bed, I had stopped laughing, but she registered the amusement on my face. "I warned you."

"I didn't believe you."

There was nothing I could say to that.

"Don't you have to go back to your ship?" I knew a dismissal when I heard it.

I got a taxi back to the ship and paid the damn bridge toll again. I came on board at 4:28, two and a half hours overdue. I woke the quarterdeck watch up so he could log me back in.

"The XO is really pissed at you. I think you're going to get restriction when we get home."

"Really."

"Yeah, everybody else that came back late got extra duty. Two hours for every five minutes they were late. You have to go wake up Mr. Barnes (the Officer of the Deck) and let him know you're back. He's in the wardroom."

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So the next day, after we got underway, Mr. Barnes, an Ensign fresh out of the Academy, had me come to his stateroom. He had books all over his desk.

"Johnson, I have to put you on report."

"I know." He seemed amazed that I was calm about it. But it wasn't his fault I was late.

It turned out he didn't know how to put me on report, so I had to help him with the paperwork. I was assigned LTJG Holman as a defending counsel. Since there wasn't really a defense, he came up with the statement that: "Petty Officer Johnson did not anticipate the need for hotel reservations until such need arose."

The XO didn't get to do my Captain's Mast -- the Captain did it himself the next day before we got to port. He heard the glowing statements from my Chief and two of the officers I worked with on the bridge. He read the statement that had been put together by my defense counsel.

"Johnson, it sounds like to me you found a late piece of ass and decided to take up on it."

"Yes, Sir."

"Don't do that again. Dismissed with a warning."

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LTJG Holman went on to make Admiral.