Misbehavin and Lovin'
U.S. Navy Base
Semi-annual staff luncheon:
They were standing next to the fireplace in his office enjoying a few moments of privacy before attending the semi-annual staff luncheon. JC held Spencer in his arms and slowly ran his hands up and down her back. Kissing her deeply, he impulsively reached under her skirt to rub his palm back and forth across her mound.
"JC! What are you doing? Any minute now, we have to..." She inhaled sharply when without warning he slipped his hand into her panties and inserted one finger and then a second one into her warm moist center.
Spencer's body instantly responded to his touch. She took a deep breath and collapsed against him, barely able to stand. He held her upright with an arm around her waist while his fingers thrust deliciously in and out of her. And then he left her wanting... He tilted her chin up with the back of the hand that had so intimately touched her and when he had her undivided attention, he put the fingers coated with her juices in his mouth and sucked them slowly... one at a time. Holding her gaze with a very non-admirally, wicked grin on his face, he stared into her eyes. The look on her face of wanton hunger as she watched him almost made him break his resolve and make love to her right then and there.
There was a discreet knock on the door. It was his yeoman calling through the door to remind him that his staff was waiting in the conference room.
"JC! Iím dripping. How am I going to make it through this luncheon?"
The wicked grin on JCís face got wider as he slipped his hand under her skirt again and briefly continued the onslaught on her senses. "Serves you right for wearing a thong instead of bikini underwear like a modest woman would," he playfully admonished, his tongue running over his fingertips once again. Spencer's face was pink and he held her upright a few moments while she regained her balance.
"Who was it who gave me thong underwear, squidlet?" Spencer was still a little breathless. "How could you do this to me?"
He couldn't help chuckling. "This ought to keep you perky and on the edge of your seat throughout the meal."
"Perky? More like squirming and dripping. I'll be on the edge of my seat, all right. I won't be able to eat one bite." She smoothed her hair behind her ears and took a breath, inhaling slowly. Then an awful thought popped into her head. "Good Lord. I hope I donít leave a stain on the upholstery."
JC was having a hard time controlling his mirth and he finally just burst out laughing.
Spencer was not amused. She took long even breaths and folded her arms across her chest. "So you think this is funny. I consider this a declaration of war! Watch your back, squidlet!"
"Cara mia," he grinned. "I wouldnít have it any other way. Too bad you canít do anything about it till we get home." He was having a great deal of trouble containing his laughter and chuckles kept escaping between his compressed lips.
"Are you challenging me, Admiral?" Spencer's breath was almost back to normal.
"Uh-huh." His grin was getting wider by the second.
"Well, just you wait. I promise youíll get yours."
"I canít wait, bella," he dropped a quick kiss on the tip of her nose. "But for now, let's go join the rest of the staff for lunch." He steered her toward the door and the conference room where the lunch buffet was ready.
Seated next to JC at one of the long tables set up for the occasion, Spencer was animated and just a little antsy. She smiled and conversed with those around her and occasionally gave JC a wicked grin - behaving as if nothing unusual had happened in his office. He was well aware that she was more animated than usual.
While Spencer had been introduced to most of his staff at one time or another, she was generally a little more subdued. At the moment, she was squirming in her seat more than normal. JC was having difficulty controlling his laughter as he watched her. He leaned close to her ear and even though there was a twinkle in his eye, he whispered in a stern voice. "Behave, woman. Sit still."
Spencer was quiet for a while then unable to restrain herself, she put her fork down and turned to JC. "There's something in my eye. Can you see it?" she asked him.
JC turned completely around in his chair to look at her eye. His legs were apart Ė his crotch facing Spencerís knees. Under cover of the tablecloth and the napkin in his lap, she reached out and grabbed JC's balls for a quick squeeze and in an instant her hand ran up and down over his shaft.
A very substantial bulge instantly pushed against his pants and her hand. A long, low breathy hiss escaped his lips as she pulled her hand away.
"I am definitely going to spank you for that," he promised as his breath tickled her ear.
"Promises, promises, promises," she whispered back, giving him a big smile and rose to leave the table. "I'll be right back, JC. Just going to visit the powder room."
When she returned, she gave him a tantalizing smile and squeezed his shoulder as she sat down.
"Woman," he hissed under his breath. "What are you up to now?"
"Me? Whatever do you mean, squidlet?" she grinned as she placed her right hand on his left thigh.
"Spencer," he softly warned and firmly grasped her hand.
"JC," she tried to pull her hand away from his. "I need that hand to eat."
"No, you do *not* need that hand to eat," he said, giving her a fixed stare. "Youíre left-handed, remember?"
Spencer laughed. "Oh, that's right. Well in that case," she said as she turned slightly toward him, "Iíll use my left hand." Smiling up at him, she swiftly ran the thumb of her left hand across the inside of his thigh Ė as far up as she could reach.
Desperately fighting for control of the more sensitive parts of his body, JC tried hard to remember if his jacket covered his crotch and for the world of him, he could not seem to conjure up that memory. Making a quick decision, he rose from his chair and pulled Spencer gently but firmly with him. Placing her in front of him, he half pushed her ahead of him and away from the table. "Excuse us for a few minutes. Continue with your meal; weíll be back momentarily."
Uh-oh... Iím in for it now.
JC remained silent as he pulled his wife back into his office. Locking the door so they wouldn't be interrupted, he tried to look sternly at her. "What the hell were you thinking? I swear, woman," he said with some exasperation, "when I get you home, I'm going to warm that sweet bottom of yours until..."
"No, you won't!"
"Is that so? What makes you think I won't?" he glowered at her, reaching for her but she skipped away from him to the other side of the room.
"Because I don't deserve a spanking. You started this and... and I'm just getting even."
"Spencer! We were in a public place, for Godís sake! My entire staff was there."
"No one saw anything," she said with some disgust, then looking somewhat contrite, she stood at ease with her hands behind her back and spoke softly. "No excuses, Sir. Iíll take whatever punishment you deem necessary. And... uh... I apologize for forgetting Navy protocol." She moved to stand at attention and looked up at him with an impish grin.
He folded his arms across his chest and looked at her.
"Did I neglect to say "Permission to fondle the Admiral, Sir?"
"Permission to fondle...?" JC just stared at her and then he roared with laughter. Lifting her up in the air, he swung her around and around. Holding her on his chest and at his eye level, he kissed her thoroughly. "I donít know what Iím going to do with you, imp. You make me crazy and Iím wild about you and I canít keep my hands off of you."
Hugging him around the neck and exuberantly kissing him back, Spencer acknowledged the mutual feeling. "I'm wild about you too, squidlet and I do like making you crazy and I *really* like fondling you."
Spencer chattered about the luncheon all the way home. When they got to the front door, she preceded him into the house, but before she took more than a couple of steps, JC caught her arm and held onto her as he rid himself of his cover and jacket. "JC, what are you doing? Let go."
"Not on your life, mia adore. Itís payback time."
She laughed. "What do you mean, payback time? You're the one who started this."
Speaking in his voice of command, he made a promise. "And Iím going to finish it as well."
"Donít get all 'admirally' on me, JC. If you dish it out, you have to be able to take it. Thatís one of lifeís rules."
"It is, is it?" He gave her a wicked grin and gently tossed her over his shoulder - head down and butt in the air. "Well now youíre going to find out about some of JCís rules." He patted her tempting bottom and gave it a few light smacks. "Time to pay the piper, my sweet, sassy imp. Your giant squidlet has stored up a great deal of ink and it needs to be squirted...now."
"That much ink?" Spencer sputtered, then burst into laughter. "Maybe weíd better get your tentacles into the shower."
"Good idea," he chuckled as he gently dropped her onto the bed and covered her body with his own. Knowing it would make her crazy if she couldn't touch him, he held both of her arms above her head with one hand and kissed her lightly but thoroughly. Then he slowly removed one article of her clothing at a time. As each item was removed, his kisses increased in intensity - his tongue stroking hers - his lips devouring her mouth, her cheeks, her neck, and then her breasts. When she was completely naked and rosy from his kisses, he stood back to focus on her lovely body while he removed his own clothing.
Spencer peered at his magnificent naked form through glazed eyes. Then the imp in her propelled her to leap up and off the bed. Before she could reach the bedroom door, JC caught her and again he tossed her over his shoulder. She squealed when he spanked her bottom and squealed again when he nipped it as he maneuvered her into the shower with him. Turning the shower on high, he placed Spencer under the cold water.
Shuddering and mumbling about the insensitive nature of cold water creatures like squids, Spencer turned to reach for JCís very erect shaft. Before she could make a move in his direction, he had her on her back on the floor of the shower as his mouth began its sweet assault between her thighs.
"JC, I canít take any more!"
"Uncle what? Uncle Sam?"
He grinned. He was sure she had no idea what kinky was. But he was too engrossed in loving her sweet flesh to think about it. His mouth moved up and down her soft petals, rubbing his lips on her silky flesh. Every few seconds his teeth scraped the sweet soft crease between her folds and her inner thighs making her shiver with delight. She had teased him unmercifully today and now, it was his turn.
Knowing full well that JC would love her in his own way and in his own fashion, she still tried to pull his head toward her. She was not above begging. "JC, please," she moaned.
He was in no hurry. The water - warm now - was drumming on his back and it felt good. Spencer was in his arms - she was soft and sweet - he took his time enjoying her and pleasuring her. When his tongue finally flicked the sensitive bundle of nerves that longed for his attention, her soft purrs and intermittent gasps made him smile with satisfaction. He sucked her nub, moving his lips back and forth to give her the most pleasure and when he held that tiny bit of precious flesh in his mouth, his tongue brought her to complete fulfillment.
Her hands dug into the back of his neck as the shivers and shock-waves shot through her body. He slid his hands from her hips to her back and held her until she was calm. When it looked like she could focus again, he dropped butterfly kisses all over her sweet wet belly and then licked the inside of her navel - tickling her lightly. Holding her in a loose embrace, he continued to kiss and lick the drops from her body as his mouth made its way to her breasts.
Her hands moved over his face as she caressed his cheeks, his brow and then his neck. When his mouth covered a nipple and gently suckled, she closed her eyes and her hands pressed into his shoulders. "JC, that feels so good...so good."
He lifted his head to smile at her. "What else feels good, baby?"
"Everything you do feels good," she whispered. "Everything."
They had finished a light supper and were lounging on the couch. JC had his head on Spencer's lap while he read the latest copy of The Navy Times. She was using his chest and belly as a table, separating and sorting wool threads for one of her quilted wall hangings. He peered at her over the top of the newspaper and smiled when he saw her tongue lick her upper lip. It was a telltale sign that she was concentrating.
She felt his eyes on her and turned to cup his cheek. "Anything interesting, squidlet?"
"Nothing as interesting as what I see," he responded huskily.
"And what do you see, Admiral?"
"I see that my sassy imp is nowhere in sight and in her place is a sweet sensuous woman... a woman who needs to put her threads away because she has far more interesting things to do with those talented hands."
Spencer quickly gathered her threads and put them on the floor next to the couch. She could sort them any time. He sat up and pulled her onto his lap and captured her lips with his. She put both hands around his neck pulling him to her and when his hand slipped under her robe, her hands sought him out as well.
"JC, I want you."
He pulled her hands away. "Later, sweetheart. Let me love you first."
Her robe was fully open now and JC kissed her throat and breasts and let his hands wander over her silky flesh. His fingers teased her skin, his palms gliding over the curve of her hips. When he moved to position her under him, her hands sought out his engorged shaft - encircling it and caressing it lightly.
"Let me love you first," she insisted - teasing him with her hand - slipping it up to the tip and down to the root - her other hand caressing his balls. He groaned and sunk back down to the couch knowing she would soon consume him with her mouth. He instinctively spread his thighs and sighed as she touched him. Just before her mouth covered his velvety flesh, she lifted her head to smile at him and whispered.
"Permission to fondle the Admiral, Sir?"