We were stationed in Gaeta, Italy. I had already retired after 25 years in the Navy. I would like to tell you of a rite in the Navy when someone makes the rank of Chief (E7). My wife had just been selected to be promoted to Chief after 15 years in the Navy. I knew all about the initiation process since I was a Senior Chief (E8) and I knew that at the end of their process (training) that there would be one hell of a party where all kinds of wild shit can go on if you let it. The date had finally arrived. Sally was dressed in her choker whites. This consisted of a total white uniform. A heavy white skirt, no need to wear a slip under it because you couldn’t see through the material in the first place. The skirt went well past her knees btw. White panty hose (Sally never wore panties with her panty hose btw). Black high heels. A white almost see through material of a blouse (buttons up front). Sally was wearing this bra that had all of those, well I guess you call them designs. When Sally put her blouse on because of her breasts she really filled out her blouse to say the least. The bra with its designs were, well it just left no imagination, as it pressed against her blouse. She filled it out so well, that the buttons were ready to pop off and you could see through the openings where the buttons were very easily. You always got a nice view of her bra! To finish off her blouse she wore a stupid looking small black bow tie. The rest of her choker whites included her heavy ass long sleeve white jacket with medals. Now you know how Sally was dressed. Me, well I had to wear a suit.

The party night was here and there would be a band, dinner, a speech from the high ups and then it was get down time, let it all out so to speak. What occurs with the Chiefs stays with the Chiefs. The fraternity. Of course I knew that there was going to be lots of alcohol. So I decided that this night I’d have my little initiation time with Sally myself. We arrive at the place, it was secluded. We had to park away from the area, it was a 15 minute walk down the winding hill, passing through several security check points before we got to the area. Once we arrived, Sally went to be with her female friends that also made Chief, while I searched out the bar. Of course being in Italy we had an Italian bar tender. They or he didn’t make mixed drinks, it was either a beer or wine. At first I ordered a beer, but the bar tender started a conversation with me. You don’t want a beer tonight. I have this wine which is guaranteed to taste better than the beer. In fact this wine is almost like tequila, he tells me. Shit that got me attention, knowing Sally would get f’d up on this for sure. He poured me some into a glass and he was correct. It was one potent red wine which came in an 8 ounce bottle. I got three of them and wondered off to find Sally.

I find Sally talking with one of her female friends. I simply handed Sally and her friend a bottle of the wine and waited for their reactions. They loved it. Sally tells me, what you’re not drinking tonight. No, I’m the duty driver so you drink away tonight, after all its your night of nights. Before the ceremony and dinner begins Sally is drinking lots of the wine. She is already acting drunk and having a GREAT time. Just before everyone goes to their dinner tables I get a few more bottles of the wine for later use. I didn’t want Sally to come down off of her drunk. At our table, Sally sat next to me, were large decanters of another red wine for the meal. Throughout the meal waiters continually refilled the decanters. Sally was slurping that wine down. Dinner is over and it’s time for some speeches by the higher ups, and then some fun time. Sally and the rest who made Chief performed a few comedic routines. The higher ups, well it was time for them to leave and us to PARTY. We had a few brown nosers who sucked up to the higher ups and also leave. Good riddance is what we all thought of them. Now let’s get down and get nasty dirty.

The Navy band started playing and Sally was one of the first on the dance floor. Of course she drug me out there with her and I can’t dance for crap. But at least I’m trying. Sally has her chocker white jacket unbuttoned and she is one dancing fool, even while drunk. Seeing how uncomfortable Sally was and to liven up the place, I took Sally’s jacket off and placed in on her chair. BOING!! Instant hard-on. Why? Well Sally’s breasts just stood out and it caught everyone’s attention. The way that they were bouncing caused her nipples to get hard and they really protruded against her bra and white blouse. There was no doubt that she had fantastic breasts. Sally remained drinking and dancing with me and others. She never left the dance floor. Whenever she finished her wine I simply put another into her hand. Yeah, I know, I’m bad.

Sally still had a favorite with the disco music. Whenever the band played it, Sally would pull her skirt up to her knees and get down to the music. She was going wild. Soon enough they played the slow songs. And I was right there. As I held Sally close to me, I decided that I needed to step it up some. Reaching behind Sally I played with her ass cheeks. That is what she thought I was doing. But I was actually unzipping her skirt. It really doesn’t open that much to show any of her ass, but I’m thrilled that she is unzipped. I tried to unbutton the one button which held the skirt to her waist but I was having no luck at that. I would have to be patient and work on other areas of Sally to expose her. Walking Sally back to our table I got her to remove that silly ass bow tie and she tossed it onto the table. Sally, unbutton that collar button and relax, I tell her. Sally’s female friends noticed what Sally was doing and let our some hoops and yells at her, egging her on. Sally got into it then. She pulls me back onto the dance floor with her.

FINALLY another slow song. Holding Sally close to me again I am able to unbutton her blouse. I’ve unbuttoned her blouse down to the middle of her bra. Wow is all I can think as I see her breasts. I never paid much attention to when she got dressed. But the bra she was wearing did not hold all of her breasts inside of her bra. Imagine the sight. Since Sally was f’d up she paid no attention to her open blouse and what she was showing. Her breasts were bouncing like crazy. It’s a wonder her bra actually worked. While dancing with Sally and enjoying the sight of her breasts I noticed one male who just made chief was trying to butte in with our dancing. That was cool with me. I stepped back and let him move in. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of Sally and her breasts.

Soon there were quite a few dancing together in this small group of Sally, the male chief, and several of Sally’s female friends. They (the females) told Sally that she was showing too much breast. Sally glanced down and just agreed with them and did not button up her blouse. Me, I butted in and handed Sally more wine. Are you trying to get me drunk, Sally says. Yes, I am. Well it’s too late because I’m already drunk, she replied. Good, then have some more the night is still young, I tell her. The male chief, I forget his name, was eating this conversation up. I just go back and take my seat again at our table and watch her. Others at the table tell me it’s a good thing you are driving Sally tonight because she is so F’d up. Yeah, I know.

Fast forward to the end of the evening. The band has played their last song and Sally and I have danced that one together. The male chief if hanging close in the background, slobbering. As usual it’s time for all the fems to go to the restroom together before the walk up the hill to waiting cars. The male chief is standing beside me, like he’s been invited or something. Fine with me I tell myself. Sally walks out of the fems restroom with her blouse still unbuttoned and turns her back to me asking me to zip her up. Now’s my chance, I’m thinking. I grab her skirt at her waistline, acting like I’m zipping her skirt up, the zipper is behind her btw, and believe it or not I was able to very easily pop that one button off of her. It literally flew off. Sally didn’t see it, perhaps she felt the looseness around her waist, but the male chief did. He stumbled while watching it fly off. Damn. He was also very drunk. I let go of Sally’s skirt and it fell just an inch down her waistline. All that Sally said was thanks as she took a deep breath. She was too drunk to realize what had just happened.

We started the walk to our car. Within about three minutes, we pass through our first security check point. They did enjoy what they were able to see of Sally’s breasts as she drunkenly flirted with them. This male chief was really getting on our nerves by this time. We heard his whole life story about him, his wife (not wanting to have sex and such). He was pitiful. So sad. After we pass security things start happening rapidly. Sally’s skirt had slid down her waist and was now dragging on the ground. Sally bent over to pull her skirt up and within a few steps its back to the ground again. As Sally is finishing off her last sip of this potent wine she stumbles again. Sally’s female friends are behind us with their husbands and they are hollering and hooting at Sally. Yelling, go Sally go, yeah strut your stuff, woo hoo. As she stumbles her actions caused her skirt to become tangled in her high heels. Sally just simply kicked her heels off and in doing so her skirt went flying. The male chief ran and picked her skirt and heels up. Fine, I’m thinking. Here carry her jacket and tie also as I hand them to him. Sally’s blouse which is short does not cover up her ass which is covered in her white panty hose. I have to admit that her white panty hose really made her ass look so nice and tight. Sally is a bit perturbed about losing her skirt but she keeps walking anyway. Several steps later Sally is leaning against me as I help her walk up the hill. We pass through the second security check point, nothing major occurs, we just walk through the checkpoint. One more check point to go through now, I’m thinking. Once again Sally is leaning against me and as I wrap my arm around her to hold her up, I start fumbling with the rest of her buttons.

Could Sally really be this naïve and easy? Well alcohol does have its powerful effects on her. Hopefully she wont remember a thing in the morning. That did it, her blouse was now unbuttoned. While still holding onto Sally I felt like doing even more to her. What’s this that I find? Oh her nice bra snaps in the front of her breasts. Well I’ll remedy this as I unsnap her bra. Wow. Sally’s 42ds bounce out and bounce with every step that she takes. I’ve also pulled her white blouse open so that she is showing the world her marvelous breast. The drunken male chief next to us is just besides himself as he stares at Sally’s nakedness. The he starts the “ole pitiful me routine”, I want to “F” Sally routine as we continue walking. Lol. We are at the last checkpoint now and within five minutes of our vehicle. A white 1998 Pontiac Grand Am, two door. Nothing fancy about the car, fact is, its still around with us now in Texas. Security stops us so they can talk to us. Talk to us my ass, they wanted Sally and they were getting an eye full. And she was giving them all of her drunken attention. Talking and laughing with them. I had to physically tug and pull Sally away to get her to our car. She wanted to stay there and talk to them, lol.

As we reach our car, I open the passenger door for Sally and sit her down. She is sitting sideways, legs outside of the door which is wide open, as is Sally. I walk to the trunk and place her clothes inside and that is when “ole pitiful me” starts puking his guts out. He was in poor shape. Well I couldn’t help him and didn’t want him hanging around any longer. I went back to administer “aid” to Sally. She had simply passed out in the front seat still sitting sideways. I had to make her more comfortable so to speak. I reached in and pulled her white panty hose down to her ankles and then took them off of her, one foot at a time. I secured her panty hose to our radio antennae of all places. Then it was time to remove her blouse and bra. She was like a rag doll, pick up an arm and let it drop and it fell quickly. Yep she was definitely passed out. I struggled to get her turned around in the seat and once completed I grabbed the seat handle and released it so that she is laying down, breasts are up in the air. As I am driving us home I decided that I wasn’t done for the night, not just yet. There were hardly any cars on the road so I pulled over. Got out and tossed my jacket into the trunk. As I was getting into the car I admired what I was seeing of her and her condition. Shit, I might as well drive with the interior lights on so others can also see her. As I’m pulling away a car speeds past us. I catch up to the car and start to pass them. Just then as we are side by side, I match their speed and start playing with Sally’s breasts. That got their attention as they enjoyed the show. Two more miles down the road and almost to our house it comes to me.

I might as well stop at my favorite bar first. I pull up to the bar, this is a well traversed area, nice wide sidewalks and such. A real touristy area. I’m fortunate to find several parking spots in front of the bar. I park curbside right outside of their door with the passenger side facing the bar. I reach over and roll down Sally’s window. She is still out of it. I’m wondering if I should really be doing this to her. Too late now I tell myself. I’ve left the interior lights on and walk into the bar. The place is crowded with sailors, young drunken sailors mainly. And wouldn’t you know it but my friend is also there. Ross. I thought he was at home watching our two sons with his wife. NOT!!! His wife is so fine btw. About the same height as Sally, 4’11”. Wow I would have “F’d” her given the chance. Ross and I started talking about the initiation as I kept an eye on the door. I wanted to see who was going outside just knowing that there was no way that could not see the naked Chief in my car. As we were talking I notice one sailor go outside and within minutes he is back inside talking with his buddy. They both go outside together. Yep, I’m figuring they’ve seen her. I tell Ross that I’ll catch him later and leave.

Btw, Ross is with a female sailor and they had things going on, so I was a crowd anyway. There are the two sailors standing at Sally’s window staring at her and talking among themselves. I walk up and stand next to them listening. I simply reached in and grabbed her breast then turning to the two I asked them if they needed a ride. Yeah, but who’s the fem? Oh that’s my wife, she just made Chief and I’m helping her celebrate. They were a bit apprehensive, as I get into the driver’s seat I yell at them, well are you getting in or what? That’s all they needed. They jerked open Sally’s door and climb over her to get into the back seat. It was a two to three mile drive to their ship which the three of them were stationed on! As I’m driving, I’m playing with Sally’s breast. Hey don’t you guys want some of this Chief, I ask them. That was all they needed since they were foaming at the mouth to get at her. One climbs rather roughly over the seat and is between Sally’s wide open legs. He has started eating her out. Sally felt it and placed her hands onto the back of his head. Her legs spread wider as they both enjoyed it. The other sailor well the best he could do was bend over Sally and suck her breast. I drove much slower then. As I drove down the pier to drop them off, a lot of other drunken sailors saw the action. I heard one say, Hey I know that Chief, namely Sally.

I parked parallel to the ships brow and let them out. I heard them talking about how no one would ever believe just what happened. I drove home then and walked Sally or more basically half assed carried her into our house. I laid her right there on our carpeted floor and went back outside to bring all our clothes in. I’ve left the front door open, lights on. At this time of the night, there was no one around (bummer). As I walk back into our house Sally is not where I laid her. Then I hear it, she has crawled to our bathroom and, well let’s just say it wasn’t a pretty sight seeing her hanging on to the porcelain giant. I help Sally up and wash her face off, give her a cup of water to rinse her mouth out, she mumbles thanks as I walk her to our bed. Sally hits the bed, laying on her belly, feet halfway off the bed and passed out. I went to get the camera. Upon my return she was snoring loudly. As I was about to take her pics I couldn’t contain myself seeing her legs spread wide open like that. Needless to say, no pics were taken. It was once again that I found out that even though Sally may be passed out she actually “f’s” back and you can get her to say anything you want then. Oh I had her saying anything and everything that was the turn on. In the morning I was up bright and early and in the kitchen when I heard some movement in our hallway. I walked out of the kitchen and saw Sally looking through our camera. Damn, it’s a good thing I didn’t take any pics. Sally was standing there naked giving that camera a workout. I handed her a cup of coffee to which she did not accept. All that she did was put the camera down and go back to sleep for another 4 to 6 hours. Sally asked me later what went on because she couldn’t remember a thing. I told her that she got drunk and that was that. She seemed satisfied with that and never approached the subject again. However, she did tell me that several sailors on her ship kept talking to her as did others. She wondered what it was all about.