Author: renee_james

We meet Jasmine [MFF]

For the better part of 1990 and most of 1991 I was gone. Between training, routine deployments and the Gulf War, my ship was away from our home port for over 14 of the next 19 months. Somewhere in the attic there is a box of hand written letters from those final eight months. We wrote each other once a week but they were long letters, six to sometimes 12 pages long. Kinky stuff too, it seemed we tried to out do the other in outrageousness towards the end. We should probably burn a few of those before they’re found.

When I finally got home we were pier side for quite a while. About the only time we got underway for six months was to wash the barnacles off. A couple days on the water and home. Then for the following five months the ship got an upgrade to several systems and she didn’t move. It was a good time to take leave. 30 days worth.

We really didn’t have any plans. Simply pack the car up with what ever we might need then hit the road. We had both camping gear for the wilderness and evening wear for any event we might stumble across. Our first stop was Vegas. Read more »

Jell-O wrestling then a redhead. [MFF]

Reneé is a little embarrassed about this. All these years later she says, “I cannot believe I did that”. It still makes her smile though.

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My tour of shore duty was almost up, her time on that ship was coming to an end as well. I managed to get a six month extension on condition I reenlisted again which we both planned on doing anyway. This gave us time to find orders together on some base. We hoped for a return to Norfolk but we both ending up taking orders to San Diego.

We took 30 days leave after we shipped over for another four years. It gave us time to pack up before the cross country movers arrived to take our belongings out west. Plus it gave us three weeks and four days after that to report to our new command. 

Renee had bought a new 1989 Trans Am and that was our ride heading to the West coast. Our first stop was New Orleans where we spent two nights. Reneé got to show her titties in bars, something she always wanted to do there. We vowed to come back for Mardi Gras one day. Read more »

Kathy [FFM]

We lived a mostly vanilla life for the two years after we left Norfolk. Our house was leased by the Commanding Officer of a Cruiser for the next three years and during the next decade after that several other officers rented the place thanks to Renee’s contacts she made in her last job. 

I left my ship with a heavy heart, I was going to miss that gal and would never be on a Kidd Class Destroyer again. I couldn’t even look back as I hopped on my bike with my seabag tied down behind me and headed south to get back with Reneé. We hadn’t seen each other in three months.

She found us a nice three bedroom cottage across the street from the ocean in Fernandina Beach. It was almost halfway between our bases, we had a half hour drive each. I had to take the Mayport Ferry every day to work, it was all four lane highway for her.

She gave me the lowdown on what was going on at the Sub Base. It seemed there was a huge swinger scene both on and off the base. We didn’t get involved for a few reasons, mainly because some people talked openly about what went on. It wasn’t really a secret.  Read more »

Commander Richardson [MFM]

After Reneé and I reenlisted a second time as newly frocked First Class Petty Officers, I thought we would both would stay in Norfolk. Wasn’t meant to be though. Women were starting to go on non combat ships in rolls other than only medical personnel on hospital ships. I thought she may take one there but the running joke was they were welded to the pier and may have gotten underway twice in the eight years we were there.

She found one that did go out on the water several times a year for up to a couple weeks at a time. A Tender out of Kings Bay. A submarine base. I had stayed on my ship even though I was eligible for shore duty but now it was time to call my detailer to find out what was available. It was a relatively new base so I had a choice of orders I could get there. One could even help my career.

But it was a sub base and I wore a Surface Warfare Pin. Plus they were an odd lot. 100 guys disappear beneath the water for 90 days. 50 couples come back up. Not that there is anything wrong with that, they’re just weird about it. And I would be out numbered 500-1. Not good odds. Read more »

Key West [MF] [FF] [MFMF]

Late 1986. Reneé woke up sick the morning that the test results would come out to find out who made First Class. Pulling the covers over her head she said, “I’m calling in sick”.

“Get up, let’s go for a run”.

“No”

“Wanna fuck instead?”

“I think I fucked myself on that test. The more I think about it the worse I believe I did. Plus they are only advancing the top three percent”.

“Bullshit, you passed. No one knows the paperwork better than you. The Chief over at Base Admin calls you instead of reading through the books”.

“I didn’t pass. I won’t ship over again if I don’t make it”.

“Yes you will. Come on, let’s run. I’ll even keep up with you”.

“You can’t”.

“Let me rephrase that. I’ll try real hard to keep up with you”.

Begrudgingly she got out of bed and got dressed. After stretching we were on our way. She set a brisk pace. We ran silently for a few miles before she said, “I’ll meet you back at the house”, then started to outdistance me. I didn’t even try to catch up. Read more »

Butch [MFF] [FF]

Reneé wanted this one written. She had a lot of input into this story. She had a big thing for beautiful women that loved women. She seduced several into our bed over the years.

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Butch. Yeah, that was her name. At least that’s the name she went by.

Throughout 1983 and 1984 I was gone a lot, 17 months out of the next 24 my ship was underway. We were off the coast of Lebanon a while and spent many months in the Persian Gulf during the Iraq-Iran War. 

When I was home between those three deployments it was just Reneé and I. She did much work on the house while I was gone. We worked together when I was home, usually naked. By the time I left again we had a lovely home. Reneé got to make trips with the Admiral and his staff as well by then. She went to Belgium, Spain, and Brazil for meetings and inspection trips. 

I got quite the surprise when we got back to find Reneé with a shaved pussy, leaving only a neatly trimmed and shaped landing strip of pubic hair. Something she saw at a strip club in Brazil I was told. She thought it was sexy. Read more »

Our first [MFM]

After the six month deployment right after our marriage, Reneé and I were into each other for the next half year that my ship never left the pier. If we weren’t working out we were fucking. We partied with friends on some weekends when one or the other didn’t pull duty, and all over Tidewater on other weekends. We both flirted and danced with others but no one really tripped our trigger though.

Reneé did sit in one elderly gentleman’s lap and let him play with her tits. It was his 80th birthday, why not? They both enjoyed themselves. She flashed more than a few people as well. Reneé rode on the back of the bike topless for miles on Route 12 south of Nags Head. Until we passed a police officer coming the opposite direction. She was covered by the time he caught up to us. He smiled and gave us a verbal warning Read more »

Marry me, ok? [MFF]

Reneé and I had a mostly vanilla love life before we got married. Got caught in the act a few times on the beach or in her car, at parties, once on the base golf course. 17th green at Little Creek. We explored each other’s bodies After this night though, not much was off limits. 

She loves this story, it made her smile. 

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Laying in bed one evening seven days before my ship was set to leave for six months, Reneé asked, “What do you think about marrying me?”

“Are you asking? Most people get down on a knee for that”.

“I was on my knees earlier. I wasn’t going to ask you with your dick in my mouth. Well, what do you think?”

“I do like you a little bit, you give great blowjobs too”.

“I’m being serious”.

“I’d marry you tomorrow if you want. I planned on asking you when I get back as a matter of fact. If you don’t find someone else while I’m gone”, I said with a chuckle.

“Maybe not after I tell you a few things”. Read more »

How we met [MF]

We still disagree on who seduced who 38 years later. She takes credit for it, was all her she says. I say it was the ride on my bike and where I took her. What we do agree on is we were fucking within 90 minutes of meeting each other. This is how it happened.

1980, we were 20 years old. My ship had been back from six months in the Mediterranean for two weeks, 10 of those days I spent at home visiting my elderly parents. The eight hour ride back to Norfolk took almost 12 hours due to rain and traffic jams. All I wanted to do was get back to my ship, dry off, then crawl in my rack for the next 12 hours. It wasn’t meant to be though.

My good buddy Bob told me of a party going on that night at a mutual friend’s house on the beach up in Oceanview. “You gotta go, wait until you see the new redhead that transferred here”.  Read more »

Amare [MFF]

During our second hitch in the Navy as Second Class Petty Officers, Reneé met Amare while I was on deployment. We were 25 at the time, Amare was just two years younger than us and was working on her Master’s Degree at a local historic black college. 

On my third night back after that six month cruise as we were getting ready to go out, Reneé told me we we were meeting a new friend she met while jogging. 

“You’ll like her. I know I do and there is a definite spark between us. She thinks you’re a good looking man too. Be glad you kept up with those sit-ups, Sailor”, she giggled and said.

“So, tell me about her”.

“Nope, I want you to be surprised. Let me just say she is my type”.

I knew what that meant. As a beautiful hard-bodied woman herself, Reneé was attracted to the same body type. Athletic feminine women who took care of their bodies. 

“How long have you known her?”

“About two months, we’ve had lunch or dinner together over a dozen times. Saw a couple movies together”. Looking around the corner at me she added, “I even invited her over here one night”, then gave me her famous wicked smile. Read more »