So, I answered. I told her I imagined her with her back to my chest, her breasts in my hands as I kissed her neck, my hands running down her wet skin,...touching and caressing her, until my fingers found her wet pussy. I told her I could almost feel her shiver in excitement as my fingers slipped over her clit, then into her tight pussy.As I told Rachel this, she was silent, just looking at me in shock. So I stopped and asked her if I had gone too far? She said no, she actually liked it, a lot.. C. My second ship christened me "One Eyed Jack". This was a fairly typical ratings jibe that worked on a number of levels. I was known to have a certain skill at cards, despite gambling being prohibited. I was also a member of the ship's boxing team. An officer is always a prime target in these competitions and can expect no quarter. I had received a thumb in the eye during one fight and had to wear an eye patch for a time. This, combined with my middle name of Nelson, earned me the "one eyed". At one point, Ted caught my eye. He seemed to give a long glance, likehe recognized me. I hoped he couldn't. How could he? But he walkedaround, like he was looking for someone (presumably me), then have upand left. Looks like I'd need to find another ride home. I mean, Iwould've had to anyway.Back in the back, hours later, I was unzipping those boots, which werepractically clinging to my legs after hours of cage dancing, and Britand the manager were counting up my money. They handed me a small. Not until I started to slip my fingers from the rise and fall of her warm chest to the dampness of her little crotch did she begin to stir and come awake with a gasp. I slid my other hand tightly across her mouth and stifled her scream.Amy began to buck against me, not knowing who was behind her she fought hard to escape my grasp. I, of course, didn't let on who I was and enjoyed the feeling of having her squirm against my naked cock.I began to push her pyjama bottoms down from around her hips.