Thia was originally a comment I made on someone else's post. I was asked to post it as a stand-alone. This was almost 50 years ago in the glorious 70's in a different world than the one we live in today...

When I was in boot camp (a couple hundred years ago), our barracks was an X shaped building with a square Quarter deck in the center with offices off the quarter deck. In the legs of the X was where each recruit companies were berthed. Each office (for the Company Commanders (CC)) had a bunk room attached with a door in between. The barracks was a 3-story building.

One night I caught Quarter Deck Duty which involved standing at parade rest at the head of the ladder (stairwell). Well, this evening I heard noise coming from one of the offices - laughter and female giggling. WTF? I repositioned myself to besides the office door and could see the reflection of the office in the glass surrounding the stairwell... where the female Company Yeoman (secretary) was sitting on the CC's lap.

Now there I am, a 17-year-old kid full of hormones that's been out of circulation for about 2 months watching this. Needless to say, I was getting worked up just listening to the soft porn coming out of the office. I mean at this point a strong wind gave me a woody!

All at once the CC tells the yeoman to go into the bunk room. I quietly reassumed my position at the head of the stairwell. The CC stuck his head out the door, checked my location and told me to let him know if any brass showed up unexpectedly.

After the required, "Sir, Yes Sir!" the CC closed the office door and I presume he entered the bunkroom. You just know I went back to outside the office door. The first thing I heard was belt buckles, then zippers, the occasional giggle. It was shifting from soft porn to hard porn.

As the giggles went to moans, then to stifled yells, mixed with the repetitive squeaks of the cot's springs, I went from excited to full blown sweating. When the squeaking quit, I again repositioned myself at the head of the ladder.

I don't even want to entertain what the smiling CC thought when the door reopened and he checked on me. He would have probably seen a young 17-year-old, in full sweat, looking like he just ran a marathon! To this day I can only think, "That lucky SOB!"