3 comments/ 58514 views/ 5 favorites Why I'm Pro Military By: notabutch My physical description is in the story "I thought she was straight". There is something about the Navy and lesbians. I don't know what it is, maybe the appeal of being stuck with hundreds of other horny girls on a ship for months at a time, but damn there are a lot of lesbians in the Navy. Or bi girls, I don't know. All I know is that every time I go to the Naval Hospital, there are several girls that check me out. A few are local, but most are from somewhere else in the United States that are touring here or something. There's this one HM. The first time I saw her, I was in the cafeteria type place buying some food. I walked in and I noticed a tall woman staring at me. I liked what I saw, her honey colored hair, blue eyes, tastefully applied makeup, and gorgeous legs. Her body itself seemed to be pretty normal, not too fat and not too thin (just the way I like it), but her legs were outstanding. Holy shit. Anyway, the point is, I was very attracted to her. I grabbed a sandwich and stood next to her in line. We kept glancing at each other every once in a while, but neither of us spoke. She paid and left, leaving me slightly disappointed and irritated at myself for not having said something to her. I should have found something witty to say about my sandwich or her chicken or something. I ignored the overweight girl behind the register who had been staring at me nonstop the entire time I was there and didn't meet her eyes as she held my hand while she gave me my change. I saw the HM again a couple weeks later. I'm at the hospital a lot because my dad has a lot of medical problems due to chronic alcohol and drug abuse. He has appointments with the doctor all the time, and he usually asks me to drive him. The second time I saw her, I was sitting in the pharmacy waiting room area when she came to pick up something. I didn't notice her because I was watching a basketball game on TV, but for some reason I glanced to the side and I caught her staring at me over her shoulder. She smiled at me and I smiled back, then she returned to whatever she was doing. This continued for a very long time, over a year until last week. We saw each other all the time but never talked to each other. Sometimes I would look at her and see pure desire in her eyes, and I'm sure she could see the same in mine. Last Thursday, I was actually at the hospital because my grandmother tripped and fell while I was visiting her, so she asked me to drive her to the ER. I had been sitting in the waiting room for over an hour when I saw her again. It was 7 in the morning so as she walked by she did a double take, obviously surprised to see me there at that time. Finally, for the first time in over a year, she spoke. "You're here early." "Yeah, my grandma fell so I took her here. They haven't told me anything about how she is or when they'll release her. They were just like, 'Thanks for your cooperation' and gave me her stuff. For all I know she could be dying, or they could be letting her go right now. Should I stay here or what?" I was bored anxious and unsure of what to do. "They'll probably want to keep her overnight, you know, just for observations and that kind of thing. She's probably fine. So how long have you been waiting here?" "Over an hour. This place is kind of creepy when it's this early, there's nobody here." She got this intense look on her face and said that if I wanted, she could keep me company since there was nothing for her to do until 8:30. We sat down and talked, just about random stuff, and thankfully she didn't even mention my unusual choice of clothing. About 15 minutes later I started feeling pressure in my bladder. "I gotta pee," I announced. She said that she did too, so we went together. After we both relieved our bladders, one of the sinks in the bathroom wasn't working so we had to share one to wash our hands. Our hands kept bumping into each other and washing our hands was taking much longer than usual. I caught her eye in the mirror and she was looking at me in the mirror with pure animal lust. I quickly felt heat spreading through my body and settling in my crotch. I turned to look at her directly and she also turned, and I leaned in and kissed her. I felt her tongue opening my mouth and running over my own tongue and my teeth. It was so electric, it was our first kiss after over a year of wanting each other but never getting what we wanted. I'd spent so many hours imagining her taste, her feel, her smell, everything and I was finally experiencing it. Our kiss became very passionate, and we both pulled back panting. She led me into a stall and locked it, then pushed me up against the wall and started grinding her whole body into mine. I unbuttoned her top, and as I pulled her bra up I went at her nipples like I'd die if I stopped. It seems she felt that way too since her whole body started shaking and it became hard for her to stifle her moans. She kept whispering, "Oh, oh, oh" and while I still sucked her nipples I put my hand up her skirt, cupping her already extremely wet mound. She jerked her hips forward and I squeezed. She made a choking sound and I looked up to see if she was ok. She told me to keep going, don't stop, so I ran one finger up and down her slit. I rubbed around her hole for a while, slipping my finger in a fraction of an inch then pulling it out and rubbing again. I kept this up for maybe 30 seconds before she started begging me to rub her clit. I took my well moistened finger and started rubbing her clit in circles, starting out slow but building speed fairly quickly. Soon she was exploding all over my hand, her body trembling and little animal sounds coming out of her. I felt a gush of liquid on my hand, which made me stop for a second in surprise. This was the first, and only time so far, that I'd ever been with a squirter, and I have to say that it was pretty hot. Under different circumstances, it would have been really hot. Luckily for her she was wearing the white dress uniform instead of the khaki (unbelievably ugly) uniform. If she had been wearing the khaki one, the wet spots would have been obvious to anybody a mile away. Not only were her juices getting on her clothes, but so were mine. In the rush to leave the house, I'd put on the first things I'd seen: a red halter top and a black miniskirt left over from the night before, no panties and obviously no bra. I must have looked pretty stupid wearing that with flip flops, and at a hospital for god's sake, but nobody was around so I didn't care. Anyway, I had been rubbing myself against her thigh while I'd been fingering her, so her thigh was pretty much coated with my juices. I got down on my knees and licked her thigh until it was clean, then she said that she wanted to taste me. I was more than happy to oblige, and we traded positions, her kneeling in front of me and me standing up bracing myself against the railing. You know how they have that railing in the handicapped stall. She pulled my skirt up so it was higher up around my waist, not that she needed to pull it up too high. It almost showed my butt cheeks as it was. She didn't seem to have any self control as she licked at my pussy with wild abandon. She licked everything, leaving nothing untouched. She turned me around and licked my asshole for a while, which surprised me since that's not really the kind of thing you do the first time you're with someone. It was a very pleasant surprise, though. Right when she started really paying attention to my clit and I was getting close to the edge, we heard someone enter the bathroom. I swear, the timing couldn't have been worse. If whoever that was had looked under the stall, she would have seen the lower bodies of one person kneeling in front of the other. You could smell the sex in the air. It would have been pretty obvious what was going on. I very quietly and slowly got up onto the toilet seat and balanced there so whoever it was couldn't see my feet, and the girl I was with hastily buttoned her shirt and pretended she was looking for something she dropped on the floor. The mystery woman either didn't notice anything or didn't react, all she did was go into the only other stall in the bathroom and start to pee. I was standing balanced on a toilet seat, but I was still incredibly turned on. I remember feeling a trickling down my thigh but being unable to move for fear of being heard. My special friend also noticed this, and she apparently thought that the other woman hadn't noticed us at all because she very quietly moved over to where I was and continued where she'd left off with my pussy, but a lot slower and quieter. I couldn't believe she was taking a risk like this since if she got caught, it would ruin her career. She'd be dishonorably discharged from the Navy, which is not good to have on your resume. I quickly lost all train of thought as her tongue worked her magic. She knew exactly what she was doing, running her tongue slowly in circles around my clit with just enough pressure to keep me on the verge of coming but not over the edge. I was having a lot of trouble not making any noise, since the other girl was about a foot away and would be able to hear everything. I don't know what that girl drank, but finally she flushed the toilet, washed her hands and left. I got down off the toilet seat and she really went to work on me this time, licking my clit with the flat of her tongue and I came, grabbing her head and rubbing myself against her face as my moans echoed in the bathroom. I was still feeling small aftershocks through my body when she slipped a finger in and started thrusting them in and out. This in itself can cause me to come and that's just what I did, again. I bucked my hips against her hand and grabbed her head so I could kiss her as hard as I'd ever kissed anyone. Having someone's tongue in your mouth while you're having an orgasm is pretty awesome. I leaned back against the stall door and let my breathing come back to normal. We just looked at each other for a while and finally I said, "That was great. I wish we had more privacy so I could really show you a good time though." Why I'm Pro Military Ch. 02 Earlier I wrote a story about an HM in the Navy that I had fooled around with in the bathroom. We hadn't seen each other at all after that until last night, when I was at a bar with a group of friends just talking and drinking and having a good time. This girl that everyone was friends with was visiting for a while so we all wanted to take her out to the bars and strip clubs and stuff like that. Anyway, while I was in the middle of telling this story that had everybody cracking up, I was looking at someone and as they bent over laughing, I saw the HM, who was sitting at the bar and also staring at me. I lost my train of thought for a second, just staring at her because she was the last person I'd been thinking about right then. I looked away and finished the story, saying that I wanted to get another drink at the bar. I went up and ordered a Corona with lemon, then said to her, "I haven't seen you in a long time. How are you?" She said, "I'm good." After we completed the required niceties, she glanced at the girl she was with and introduced us. Her name was Sam. At first I was worried that they were going out, but after a while I figured out that there was nothing going on between those two because Sam was totally checking out this guy that was throwing darts, who I thought was pretty ugly but I was still hoping she'd go for him so we could be alone. Eventually Sam joined their dart game, leaving me and the HM, whose name I had found out earlier was Veronica, sitting together at the bar. I had gotten my drink a long time ago, and my friends called to me to join them again, but I told them that I knew this girl and I wanted to talk to her so they left me alone. Our conversation was very easy and open and we laughed a lot, but we both wanted something else. We managed to sit so that our arms and thighs were pressed up against each other, and once when I was talking I put my hand on her thigh. She looked down and looked back at me with an amused expression on her face. I left my hand there and slowly inched it up, rubbing my fingertips lightly over the inside of her thigh. She spread her legs slightly, inviting me to go even higher. Then abruptly she took my hand and put it on my lap, saying that she didn't want people to see her with another girl like this since they don't allow that in the military. I still made it a point to touch her every once in a while when we talked, heightening the tension. We'd finished our drinks and she suggested that we check out a popular band that was playing in a different bar. I didn't want to ditch my friends, but there were enough of them so that it wouldn't really matter if I left. Some of them didn't know I'm a lesbian, but the ones who did looked Veronica up and down, then smiled at me knowingly. One guy whispered to me, "Break me off a piece of that!" I replied, "I thought you were gay." "I don't care! Hell, I'd do her just to say I did," he replied, then said, "Nah I'm just joking. Pussy's not for me, not even hers. But tomorrow I'm taking you out to lunch, and you better spill. And I want all the details. Have fun, doll." He slapped me on the ass and I smiled at him and gave him the finger as I led Veronica out the door. I hadn't driven, but she had her car so we got into that and tried to find the bar. After driving around for 20 minutes, we decided that we weren't going to find it. She said that we could listen to music in her car instead, so we drove to a park and sat in the car, listening to music and talking. I began to see her as a person, a person with dreams and ambitions and hopes, instead of just seeing her sexual side. I actually like her a lot, but I don't really want to get involved with someone in the military. They move too much. It started to rain pretty hard. I could hear the sound of raindrops splattering on the windows underneath the music. I said, "You know, I've always had this fantasy of making out in a car while it's raining." She looked at me again with that amused expression. She does that a lot. She even did that before we ever talked to each other. Smiling slightly, she said, "Really? I guess I could help you with that." She leaned over and kissed me. I could feel her lips still curved into a smile, but it quickly disappeared as I started feeling that pulsing in my groin. My tongue slipped into her mouth and I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her so she was on my side of the car. Still kissing me, she reached down and pushed the lever that made the back of the seat go down. It was one of those that you push, and the seat will electronically go down. It takes a while, and while the seat was going down she straddled me and kept kissing me, sliding one hand under my purplish red spaghetti strap top. She rubbed my stomach for a while, then she started massaging my left breast gently. I was so turned on at the thought of her touching me, and I arched my back up so my breast pressed into her hand more. Her thumb passed over my nipple, making it harden. I sighed into her mouth then frantically pulled her top off. She abandoned my breast and took off my top, then pressed her whole body into me and kissed me deeply, both of us too turned on to care if it was wet and messy. I don't know why, but I was more aroused than I've been in a really long time. I wanted her more than anybody at that moment. As I slid her skirt down, I started kissing her neck and licking it lightly. She moaned and put her hand on the side of my face, turning her head so I could have better access. I discovered that her neck was a major erogenous zone for her. I ran my tongue just under her jaw line, making her shiver. I made sure she could feel my hot breath on her skin as I kissed down to her collarbone, licking the hollow right above it. She was breathing heavily and she started grinding herself into me. I pulled her up so her breasts were hanging right above my face. I took one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking on it while I massaged the other breast with my hand. She moaned again, leaning on her forearms to support her weight. I ran my tongue over her nipple while it was still in my mouth, making her start trying to grind into my stomach. I could feel her wetness through the lacy panties she was wearing, getting a little of the juices on my stomach. I pulled her body up more until her pussy was inches away from my face. I could see that the entire crotch was soaking wet, so I took them in my mouth and started sucking on them, drawing the juices out. My lips brushed against her pussy through the panties, making her give a quick, high-pitched sigh. I licked along her slit, still through the panties, until she reached down and pulled them to the side. I continued what I was doing, except directly on her pussy. Her juices spread quickly over my face, which got me even hotter. I stuck my tongue in her pussy, wiggling it around then French kissing it as if it was her mouth. She started grinding her hips on my face, riding my tongue. I reached up and rubbed her clit in circles with two fingers, making her buck against my fingers and tongue. Her thighs started trembling on either side of my face and suddenly, a rush of liquid squirted out of her pussy and directly into my mouth, some of it leaking onto my face. I had forgotten that she was a squirter, so I was surprised when it started squirting into my mouth, but I quickly recovered. I kind of opened my throat and let it flow down without having to swallow. It was the first time that somebody had squirted into my mouth, and it didn't taste like I thought it would. It didn't really taste like anything, actually. It wasn't unpleasant but what got really turned me on was that I could feel her muscles clenching and spasming around my tongue. She seemed to be having a very intense orgasm, since she was rocking her hips wildly and screaming. Eventually her body stopped shaking and she laid down on top of me, licking everything off my face. She sucked on my lips and tongue, tasting herself. I was so turned on at this point I took her hand and pressed it against my pussy over my skirt. I almost came right then. She squeezed it, then pushed the seat all the way back and knelt in front of the seat. I moved farther up on the seat so my head was resting right behind the back window. She slid my skirt down over my legs and pulled it off, revealing that I hadn't been wearing any underwear. She slipped her middle finger inside me and curled it forward, massaging my g spot. I moaned, "Fuck me with your finger," and she looked up at me and started thrusting her finger in and out at a steady pace, her finger rubbing up against my g spot each thrust. By now the windows were completely fogged up and I was making smeared handprints on the back window as I pressed my hands against it. I could feel my orgasm building up very quickly as I started thrusting my hips against her finger. She slid one more in, then stopped moving her hand. I was too crazy with lust at this point and I just kept fucking her fingers as an orgasm started washing through me. When I started coming, she stuck her tongue out so every time my hips moved, my clit rubbed against her tongue. The pleasure I was feeling increased exponentially and I screamed, grabbing onto the little grip thing above the side window. As I was coming down, she took out her fingers and licked them clean, then I moved down lower and she slid up my body and kissed me again. We shared a soft but deep kiss as we rubbed our legs together, feeling how smooth they were. I love how smooth legs feel when you just shave them. Her whole body was smooth and I couldn't stop running my hands over her back and ass, occasionally reaching down to the backs of her thighs. There was sweat all over both our bodies, which is also really sexy to me. The slow, deep kiss turned into kisses on the lips, then to rubbing our cheeks together. We laid like that for a long time, until I noticed that it was 3:30 am. She kissed me lightly on the lips, then put on her top and got back to her side of the car. I found my clothes and put them on as she asked me where I lived. She drove me home like that, the bottom half of her naked. I kept looking over at her creamy white thighs as she pressed on the accelerator and the brakes. She caught me looking and once again got that amused expression on her face. She said, "Don't get me started again. I have to wake up in three and a half hours." I reluctantly agreed and kept the good night kiss PG rated. Or ok, maybe PG-13, but you can't blame me. She told me that she might stop by tonight since she knows where I live now, but she'll probably be asleep by like 8 pm so not to expect her. I hope that we can become friends at least, instead of just fuck buddies since I really do like her personality. A relationship isn't possible though, since she's in her 30's and I'm 18, and she's in the military and she'll be moving soon and it just wouldn't work. But there's nothing wrong with being friends and lovers.