Beneath the Waves
A Story About Adult Nursing Relationships
“So, this may have been a mistake”
“Eh?” the shaven headed Russian Submariner seated at the table opposite the attractive young woman raised his head from the card game that he was playing, his square face with its broken nose confused by her words.
Waving a dismissive hand at him, shaking her head and smiling in apology, Jessica sighed heavily and leaned back on the bunk that she had been provided with.
Not for the first time, the young American journalist began to wish that she had not been the person lucky enough to scoop the five day trip with the vessel and its crew her mind changing as she considered the fact that these five days below the sea could win her awards.
After all, no western journalist had ever been allowed to go out on one of the Russian navy’s vessels let alone a Western journalist that was female and also black.
It was completely unheard of.
Yet when the Russian Government had suggested that a journalist from the West travel with one of their vessels while it was training, the response had been shocking.
Every news Agency had wanted that story and every journalist had wanted to be the individual chosen.
Yet she, against all odds, had been the picked individual. The next week had been a whirlwind as she had been flown to Russia under strict security and given the basic training that might help her in the event of an accident.
During training, Jessica had wondered many times why it was that she had been chosen when she had not mentioned that she could speak Russian while other journalists had possessed Russian as a second language.
Then it had dawned upon her. If they thought she did not understand Russian at all then they would act naturally around her, speaking openly and relying on their translators to pass on only information they chose.
The only people on the Submarine that spoke any English were the Captain and one of the engineers, the latter having been provided as a translator for her.
The truth was that while her parents had been African American, she had been virtually raised by the old Russian woman that had lived across the hall from them and spoke Russian as good as if she had been born to it.
Now three days into her time with the Russian’s she was wishing that the time would hurry up and just end.
Then she would be back home with her four month old daughter, back to the troubles with her husband.
He had raged against her going on the trip, pointing out their daughter needed her, that she needed to be home.
She in turn had argued that as a Marine he was never home himself, and that he should just back off. It wasn’t like she was abandoning their daughter. She was just going away for a fortnight and she would express as much milk as she could before leaving. Their daughter could then use formula until she was then home again.
Angrily, he had stormed out, his claims of her spending her visit on her back beneath Russians the last thing he had said as he had pushed open the door and left.
Depositing her daughter and the prepared bottles with her mother before she had left, Jessica had phoned her husband only for a woman to answer the call instead.
So that had been it. He had made his decision.
Sighing heavily, her thoughts dragged back to the present by the brutish curse of the Russian sat playing cards with himself; Jessica turned her head and studied the man intently, staring through her long eyelashes.
He was big, perhaps six feet tall and his broad shoulders seemed heavy with muscle, the tight white tee shirt he wore doing little to hide the powerful physique beneath.
Raising her eyes to his face, Jessica felt a stab of panic as she found him staring back at her, his ice blue eyes narrowing either side of a broken nose, his voice deep as he spoke, “You better not snore you little bitch!”
Relaxing as she realised that he thought she was asleep, wishing once more that she had been given her own quarters, Jessica played along with what he thought, moaning softly as she stretched out on the narrow bunk.
The man gave a chuckle, unaware that she was not only awake but able to understand every word he spoke, “I can make you moan better than that you sexy fuck”
It took all of her self control to not gasp at his coarse words, her mind reeling as she felt not only disgust but a shudder of excitement pass down through her body.
“Hey!” the booming voice of another submariner echoed through into the small compartment of bunks, the man seated at the table greeting him with a sarcastic grunt.
“Hush, you will wake sleeping beauty over there!”
The newcomer laughed, and turning her head slightly, Jessica studied him through her eyelashes, recognizing him as the best friend of the card player, the pair always laughing and joking together. Whereas the first man was bald, large and powerful, this one was blonde, lean and short, yet his body still carried a large amount of muscle for his size, his handsome features grinning as he stared back at where she lay, unaware she was watching him.
“She is a real beauty though eh Vladimir?” the shorter man nodded in appreciation, “I think I’m in love!”
“I don’t know about love” Vladimir chuckled, shuffling the cards in his hand but I’d fuck the bitch, Sergei!”
“Me too” Sergei licked at his lips, “Look at her tits”
“I know…they are fucking big!” Vladimir gave another chuckle, “Imagine having a suck on those babies!”
“Mmm” Sergei grunted, Jessica’s stomach lurching as he moved to stand beside her bunk, his face just inches from where she lay. For a moment, he studied her, lust in his eyes then he turned back to Vladimir, “Do you think she would wake if we got her big tits out?”
“Don’t even think about it!” the big man warned, rising to his feet as he spoke, “I will have no part of that!”
“I know, I know” Sergei grinned, “I was joking…but imagine dragging this tee shirt up and getting those tits out…imagine chewing on those nipples!”
There was a murmur of agreement from Vladimir and Sergei chuckled again, “I have never fucked a black woman…I’d give my right arm for a chance at her twat!”
Jessica trembled as her husband’s last words returned to her, of how she would end up on her back beneath Russian submariners, an image of Sergei naked between her spread thighs fucking her while Vladimir stood beside the bed, wanking his cock came to her mind.
Unable to control herself any longer she gasped, her eyes flicking open as what felt like an orgasm raced through her body at his words, her sudden movement making the blonde submariner flinch and curse in shock.
For a moment, neither of them moved, both frozen in place and then Jessica moaned softly, reaching out to stroke the face of the handsome blonde young Russian.
He hesitated for a moment only and then he stepped closer to the bunk, leaning in as he smothered her mouth with his, his tongue pushing past her lips, as his right hand reached up and squeezed one of her tits through the material of the tee shirt she was wearing.
She groaned, resistance flaring briefly in her but then his fingers found the hard nub of her nipples and she seemed to melt down into the mattress beneath her.
“Vladimir…the door!” Sergei turned and hissed at his much larger friend, “Close it and put the lock on!”
As if unable to tear his eyes away from the scene before him, the large man backed to the bulkhead door and closed it, turning the wheel to lock it from within then moved back over to watch as Sergei broke another kiss with Jessica and pulled her up into a sitting position.
With an effortless motion, he dragged her tee shirt off over her head, grunting in appreciation as he large breasts came into view encased in a bubblegum pink bra, the deep brown of her tit flesh barely contained.
Kissing her passionately once more, Sergei reached around her to unfasten her bra, pausing as he began to drag it down her arms as she gasped, shaking her head.
“We can’t do this…we have to stop…”
“You speak Russian?” Sergei exchanged a stunned look with Vladimir then met her gaze again, “All this time?”
She winced, nodding at him, “Yes, but please…we can’t continue this…I am married…”
Sergei shrugged, continuing to tug at the bra, “Me too”
“Hold on!” Jessica gasped as he tore the bra away, her arms folding to cover her breasts as best as she could, “I have a baby daughter…I am still expressing milk…”
She might as well have just told him that her breasts were made of solid gold for the excitement that it put on his face, his hands reaching up to drag hers down.
Vladimir cursed as her large tits spilled free, full and heavy, her nipples as black as coal, and she moaned as Sergei cupped them each in a hand, raising them to his face as he smothered them with his hungry mouth.
Sighing in pleasure, her hands stroking his head and shoulders as he sucked on her tits, Jessica arched her back pushing them out further only to gasp as the large form of Vladimir moved alongside Sergei, pushing him aside so that he could suck on a large tit of his own.
Lost in delirium, Jessica leaned back on the bunk, the men moving with her, before they both broke away from her, tongues cleaning her milk from their hungry lips.
“Oh God” she moaned, a hand reaching down to slide into the grey jogging pants that she was wearing and exchanging excited looks, both men began to undress, her eyes half closing in lust as she touched herself.
Sergei was the first one naked, the bunk sinking slightly as he crawled on to it beside her, his hands reaching down to drag her jogging pants and panties off while he resumed sucking on her tits noisily, “Oh God…I love your milk baby!”
She groaned as he spread her legs and clambered between them, his cock slipping inside her without any difficulty, his hands gripping her big tits as he began to fuck her with short fast strokes, making her gasp aloud.
It was over almost as soon as it had begun, the blonde man grunting as he thrust deep and stayed there, the gush of his seed flooding Jessica’s depths. Grinning, Sergei crawled from the bunk, a lopsided smile on his face only for Vladimir to take his place between her legs.
With a nod at her, he leaned forwards, taking his weight upon powerfully muscled arms and she gasped as the large head of his cock pushed against her wet hole, impossibly large and thick. With a push of his hips, he sank into her opening her up wider than any man before and she groaned low and deep, eyes rolling in her head as he pulled out and then sank back in again, deeper.
The minutes dragged by as he held himself aloft, ice blue eyes staring down at her as he drove himself in at their centre, filling her with his big cock, making her grunt and sob, orgasm after orgasm shaking her body.
Without warning, he withdrew and lay beside her, his strong arms dragging her over to sit astride his big cock, another sob escaping her as she sank back on to it.
Reaching up, the large Russian grasped both of her large tits with his hands, squeezing them as he brought them to his mouth and Jessica groaned as she saw milk running from her engorged teats onto his hungry lips.
“Mmmm” he grunted, tongue cleaning his mouth, a snarl of lust on his face, “Do you like that baby?”
“Oh yeah!”
“Tell me you want me to drink all your titty milk!”
“Oh I do!” she sobbed, her large breasts jerking on his hands as Vladimir began to pump his cock up inside her.
“Tell me you love my cock!”
“I love your big cock!” she moaned, eyes half closed.
“Good, because I intend to suck these tits dry before you leave us to go back to America!” the large man grunted, coming deep inside her, his hands still mauling her tits.
With a sob, she slid from his cock and collapsed on the bunk beside him, eyes glazed and he gave a chuckle, “I wouldn’t go getting too comfortable you gorgeous little bitch…you are with us for another two days yet!”