Shirley, the lady who runs the remote site greets me at the dock. She's a Petty Officer First Class or E6 as the Navy calls that rate. Shirley's maybe 20 years old. The Navy basically doesn't have 20-year-old E6 ratings. The lady's being paid to run a remote site in good fashion and keep her mouth shut while she does the work.

The lady and I use the hand truck that I requested, in order to get the delivery kit back to her quarters. Like the shipboard sailors, Shirley wants to know why we have a refrigerated computer program delivery kit.

I tell her only, "You'll soon see why the need for refrigeration."

As we get back to her quarters and load the food stuff into her refrigerator, she sees. Shirley sees that she's obviously going to be wined and dined by candlelight and then most likely fucked into submission. The idea that she'll just jump into bed with the (ahem!) handsome, muscular delivery guy is way out of line and why have they waited so long?

I'm one of the best in the computer software business (and very modest as well). The installation goes as I had planned and in a couple of hours, we have the new program system up and running.

I tell Shirley, "That completes the basic installation. We now have training time scheduled and we should use that time wisely."

Shirley asks me, "How long is it going to take to train me?"

I tell the lady, "It'll require an hour, tops, for the basic new program system training. However, we'll need time for a formal candlelight dinner that's a part of the training program." I look into Shirley's eyes and tell her, "There are actually six candlelight dinners scheduled during the training."

Shirley looks at me with a classic, 'How dumb do you think I am' look. Then she realizes that the question that she was about to ask is really stupid, considering the circumstances.

I continue smoothly, "The training time has actually been somewhat overestimated and we have time for perhaps a swim before the first candlelight dinner."

Shirley runs her hand through the chopped short hair that she keeps that way because of the heat and because there's no one around to grow her hair long for. She says, "Well, we can swim in the pond, as the ocean around here is way too dangerous for swimming. However, I want you to know that I'm going to be wearing a swim suit ... Well, this time anyhow."

We put on our swim suits and walk to a smallish freshwater pond formed by the little stream that bubbles down from the slopes of the extinct (I sincerely hope) volcano. Shirley leads the way, but spends a lot of time looking back to notice that I'm looking at her in a most disrespectful way, cataloging the shape of her ass and tits mostly.

At first, Shirley seems a bit annoyed by my inspection, but then she seems to calm down a bit and probably realizes that she hasn't really been using those items much, at least recently, and what the hell!

We find the little pond, then each dive into the cool water and swim back and forth just enough to wash away any tropical sun caused perspiration.

I open the negotiations by saying, "I thought that all you south seas ladies went topless in the water."

Shirley says, "Well, I'm not really a south seas lady, but if it's tits you want, tits I got!" She removes the top of her bikini and throws it up on the bank. Shirley reveals a set of smallish, but perfectly shaped tits.

I reach out and grab the lady and gently move her against me.

We share a long, lazy French kiss and then I pay a little attention to Shirley's tits as she moves back.

I then pick her up and take her to a soft looking spot on the bank. We each remove the bottoms of our bathing suits and I fuck Shirley, legs over shoulders to make damn sure we don't get any of the local material inside Shirley's pussy.

Shirley is hot and ready for it. However, it's obviously been quite a while since she has had any sex.

I take it slow and easy and work my condom clad cock a little deeper into Shirley's pussy with each stroke.

Shirley is tight but not too active. However, things improve as we go! Shirley gets back into a rhythm and things get better.

I work slowly and powerfully with Shirley, getting a little deeper into her pussy on each stroke, but not forcing things. As I get deeper, she gets more active. Suddenly, I feel Shirley get into a different rhythm and she climaxes long and hard!

I want to establish a pattern for the week and so I continue to stroke deep inside her.

Shirley is exhausted after her climax, of course. However, it's been a long time since she has had what she needs and she's game for more sex action.

I add a little nipple massage to the fuck and Shirley gets back into things. She's not as active as before, probably due to fatigue. However, she still wants me deep inside her and she lets me have the best that she has left. It's not too long before I feel Shirley go into the same pattern she did before and she climaxes a second time.

After her second climax, Shirley is really tired and I do everything I can to get her worked back up for a third climax. We both work hard and, when I feel her get ready for her third climax, I join her and pump my cum over a sequence of finishing strokes. I then dismount and lie beside Shirley.

Shirley rolls up to cuddle against me, breathing deeply but with a ragged rhythm.

I'm going to say something, but Shirley tries first. She doesn't actually say anything, but she does manage a long, satisfied moan that probably says more than words would have.

I tell Shirley how she made the whole, long sea trip worthwhile, etc.

Shirley tells me, "I'm stuck on this island because the Navy is shorthanded, what with the Iraq thing and I was dying of boredom until you came along."

"I can't do anything about Iraq, but we'll continue to do what we can about the boredom."

We wash in the pond and she wants to put her bikini bottom back on.

I tell her that she looks great as she is and she can just stay nude until she gets her supper dress on.

Shirley actually does have a supper dress, I think for a possible stopover on her way back home.

I fix the meal while Shirley gets dressed. It's obviously the first time she has done the makeup and dress up bit for a while and she's excited to get back into the date experience again.

We have a romantic dinner and Shirley tells me about her little island paradise. She operates a Navy classified system and has to be on station 24 hours a day. Unfortunately, there's really little to do and she has only an hour or two of work to keep her busy during a typical day. She does talk to other ladies on other islands, but the talk is over an open Navy comm system and the conversations have to be decidedly plain vanilla. Loneliness is her constant companion, as it is for the other ladies.