0 comments/ 44069 views/ 15 favorites A Soldier's Tale By: Legionnaire The day was getting long. Kate sat and stared out the window. Richmond was not the city it had been four years ago. She remembered with a smile the days before the war. When gentlemen from both the north and the south came to seek her talents. Not just smelly soldiers with nothing more in their pockets than useless Confederate script. She remembered being paid in gold for her services on more than one occasion. Her reverie broke, there were voices down the hall. "What's the old bitch bringing me this time" she thought. Most of the girls working for Miss Emilia had little more than contempt for her. She was no different. Oh there was a time where she had been a bit more discriminating, that was before a Confederate battery had fired on Fort Sumter in 1861. Since then, everything had changed. She busied herself with a few things, straightening her corset, making sure the bed was turned down. She set to pumping water into the tub. Just because they were smelly, didn't mean they had to stay that way. She sighed. Some, more often than not, were more interested in what they called "horizontal refreshments" than spending time with a lady. In a way she didn't mind. They were in and out in less than an hour. She listened at the door. They were haggling with Miss Emilia about the price. Strange, Emilia usually set the price and that was that! She sat on the settee, she would find out soon enough. She heard retreating voices shout encouragement. That was normal. Just then, Emilia opened her door (without so much as a knock Kate noted) and led in a thin, young man in a bedraggled uniform. From his countenance she could tell he was nervous. That was norman too. Emilia spoke first "Kate" she started "this here young man is Nathan Bancroft." she waited for a moment as if Kate were supposed to know who he was. As she got no reaction Emilia went on, "Nathan here is a hero of the Confederacy" she beamed at the boy who would not raise his eyes off the floor. She patted him on the shoulder as she praised him, "he personally captured a Yankee cannon at the battle of, uh, what was it again?" She looked at him. "Chickamauga ma'm" he kept his eyes on the floor. As soon as he'd spoken, Kate's first estimate of his age dropped a year or two. He couldn't have been more than seventeen. That had possibilities. Young men didn't have what you would call staying power, but they had energy to spare. And from what she could see, he was sort of handsome. "Well" continued Emilia "whatever battle it was I'm sure you were very brave. And," she said in conspiratory tones "if President Davis didn't put a medal on your chest, Kate here will do the next best thing" She beamed, obviously happy with her little joke. "Now, I'll leave you two until tomorrow" She raised her eyebrows at Kate and held up a real gold coin. Now it was Kate's turn to raise her eyebrows. Gold! she hadn't seen the real stuff in almost four years! No wonder she said 'until tomorrow', that was more money than she had seen in months! Emilia took her leave of them and closed the door behind her, leaving them alone. Kate stood up and walked over to him. She put a bit more swing into her walk for him, to make it more of a treat. He still kept his eyes on the floor. She pointed at the corner of the room. "You can put your musket over there if you care to" she suggested. He did so without comment and took off his haversack as well. "Don't be nervous Nathan I'm not going to hurt you" she purred in her warmest voice. "It, It's not that ma'm" he stammered out "It's, uh it's just that..." he stopped for a moment, wringing his hands so hard Kate was afraid he'd break skin. Understanding came to her then. "I think I know what this is all about" she said as she took his hands in hers. "If I'm not mistaken Nathan, this will be your first time with a woman" she placed his hands on the nape of her corset, just over her breast. Nathan pulled his hand back as if she had scalded him. "No!" he exclaimed and headed for the corner, reclaiming his things. "I'm very sorry to have troubled you miss, I'll go now and rejoin my unit tomorrow" he spoke quickly "no one will know, I wont say a thing I promise!" he looked at her in the eye for the first time. Something was wrong, Kate could tell that. But it wasn't fear. It was something else. She walked over to the door, blocking his escape. "Don't leave, please" she said " if you walk out that door, Miss Emilia will see you go and then I won't get paid! Do you want that to happen?" She said "Do you?" Nathan stood looking at her for a moment. He put his musket down in the corner and removed his hat and set it on the floor next to his sack. He looks so tired Kate thought. How could someone so young be so tired. The notion of three years of combat and hardship didn't cross her mind, she had been sheltered from most of it. Nathan looked at her again, took a deep breath and said," I guess I should tell you" He started "I've kept this a secret for almost three years now. The war's almost over so If I get killed in the next battle, at least someone will know" With that he began to remove his jacket. Kate stared. She had no idea what his secret could be. Was he wounded terribly? Perhaps it was something that left him unable to perform? She walked over to the settee and waited. He laid his jacked down and began to remove his shirt. Under the shirt she could see bandages across his chest. So it was a wound, she thought I hope it's not too terrible.. her thought ended there. Visions of scars stopped as quickly as they had started. The last of the bandages fell to the floor, revealing a beautiful pair of breasts! Kate sat in open mouth amazement! "Now you know" she said standing there. After a long, awkward moment she spoke again, breaking Kate from her astonishment. "Do you have anything I can wear?" Kate shook herself into the here and now "Oh, um, sure honey, just a moment." she rushed to her wardrobe to find something. Stopping she said "Wait just a moment. How in hell did you manage to join the Confederate army? Your a girl!" she exclaimed putting her hands on her hips. "Here, take this" she tossed a chemise to the girl. "and tell me your name, your real name mind you". "It's Nellie" she said pulling the chemise over her head. "Nellie Bancroft. And I haven't had a real bath in almost two years" she said eyeing the tub. Kate looked at her and at the tub, half filled with water. She wrinkled her nose " well, it's true you could use one" she said "all right" Nellie looked delighted and started removing her shoes. Kate could'nt help but notice they had wooden soles instead of leather. "Besides" Kate continued " this is one story I have to hear!" Nellie continued pumping water into the tub while Kate brought up a large kettle of boiling water. She looked Nellie over while they prepared the bath. Three years of fighting, marching and camping had honed Nellie's muscles nicely. She would be shapely if she had had enough to eat, Kate thought. An idea struck her. "you get on in honey" she said " the water should be warm enough by now" Nellie grinned, clearly relishing the thought. Kate took a few steps and turned to sneak a peek at Nellie as she removed the chemise. She had a boyish body, strong and sleek. It retained a full measure of beauty though. Kate had a fondness for the attention of women. Sometimes the girls would pair off on long, lonely nights. It wasn't allowed of course, and no one spoke of it, but it happened. Kate left the room quickly. She returned in a short time with a tray of food and a bottle of claret. She dragged a chair over to the tub and placed the tray on it. Then she started to disrobe. Nellie was on her second mouthful of bread when she realized what Kate was doing. Her eyes grew wide "What are you doing?" she said around a mouthful. "I'm getting undressed" Kate said matter-of-factly "It's what I do before taking a bath. Keeps my clothes dry that way" She lowered herself gingerly into the tub. It was warmer than she had anticipated. Nellie watched her and kept eating. It was difficult keeping one eye on the food and the other on Kate but she managed. Kate raised an eyebrow " you know, that's my supper too" she said with a pouty look. Nellie looked embarrassed. "Oh, I'm sorry" she said and reached over to take a piece of cold raisin chicken and offer it to Kate. With an impish grin Kate leaned forward a little and just opened her mouth. Nellie hesitated a moment and put the chicken between her lips. Lips that closed on her fingers suddenly. She was surprised but didn't pull them back. Kate rolled her tongue around the two fingers. She sucked them into her mouth as deep as they would go. Nellie's eyes rolled upwards for a moment and began to close. A little '"O" escaped her lips. She then opened her eyes and pulled her fingers out as gently as she could. Kate didn't resist she just smiled a little "sorry" she said, glancing at Nellie out of the corner of her eye. She reclined back. "you know" she purred "you still haven't told me how you came to be a soldier of the Confederacy" Nellie looked at her and poured herself a glass of claret. She began. Kate listened intently to her story. A story that began when Nellie was Fourteen. Her father had joined the army of northern Virginia under General Pope. He died at the battle of Pittsburgh Landing Tennessee. Her mother simply wasted away after that. Nellie had to bury both her parents that year. She vowed to do what she could to help the Confederacy. She packed what belongings she had and headed for the Confederate hospital in Timberasso Tennessee. They would not have her however, she was too young and poorly educated. So she cut off her hair and volunteered as a drummer boy using her father's name. They took her without a second glance. Once issued with a uniform she trained with the rest of them. She was very careful not to let any of the other men see her disrobe. That wasn't difficult, they rarely did. She adopted a shy countenance and kept to herself. The only fearful moment she ever had was when she was wounded during a small skirmish. She was petrified that the surgeon would discover her secret. He didn't give her a second glance either. She got no ether, there was none to be had. He didn't even take the cigar out of his mouth when he pulled the bullet out of her shoulder. During the story, Kate had kept herself busy by scrubbing the young soldier's body and feeding her from the tray. Nellie didn't even realize she was being fed or bathed, she had been so caught up in telling her tale. Finally it was over. She felt a great weight lifted from her shoulders. Nellie looked over at Kate for a moment and, putting her hands over her face, began to cry. Kate slid forward and hugged her gently while she let it out. Soon the tears stopped and Nellie snaked her arms around her back. "I'm sorry" she said quietly "I've kept it a secret for so long" She looked up for a moment, realizing how close and naked they both were. Kate bent down a little and placed a kiss on her cheek. Then another. The next one was on her mouth, just for a moment. Nellie kissed her back gently too, testing the waters. "I did once" she whispered nervously, "with Lydia Davis back home, It was nice but afterwards she said terrible things to me, even though she started it" Kate smiled "well, don't worry sweetheart" she kissed her again, full on the mouth, "I won't say anything, and besides, we both started it". They kissed and touched each other for a few more minutes. Kate marveled at how strong Nellie was. And how fiercely she seemed to need this, need her. That's what was wonderful about this, the men just wanted one thing. Nellie seemed to need all of her. She felt a shiver, the water was getting cool and twilight had settled. She broke the embrace slowly. "Come on out dear" she whispered, "before we freeze". She got up and took out towels for each of them. After they toweled each other off Kate lit several lanterns and candles. She looked at Nellie for a moment. "You know" she started with a sidelong glance "If you're going to spend the night" Nellie blushed a little " you had better be dressed for it" Nellie looked over at the dirty pile of clothes she had brought with her and looked back at Kate with a confused look on her face. Kate laughed "no not those" she took Nellie by the hand and led her to the wardrobe " I have something more ladylike in mind". She opened the door. Nellie just stood and stared for a moment, nothing but a towel around her. "Here" she started handing soft frilly underthings to her "these are a little small for me, but they should fit you fine" Nellie quickly brushed off what few drops of water remained on her legs and quickly pulled on a pair of pantalets. First one leg, then the other. She fumbled with the drawstrings a little, Kate helped her with them smiling. Just the sensation of something other than wool made Nellie shudder with pleasure. She then handed her a chemise. While Nellie slipped it on, Kate dressed herself quickly. She reached into the wardrobe and withdrew a lovely satin corset and held it up. Nellie's eyes went wide! "For me?" she whispered. Kate nodded and smiled "come here and let me lace you up" Nellie stood with her arms on Kate's shoulders "Seems to me you haven't forgotten this completely" she said as she laced the ribbon from one eyelet to the next. The operation took no time at all. Kate's fingers were strong and skilled from many hours of doing just this. " Now, will you help me?" Kate said as she handed her her favorite corset. Nellie took it and wrapped it around her in a sort of awkward hug. Kate stole a quick kiss on Nellie's forehead. Nellie laughed "now stop that or we'll never get this thing on" she turned around and did up all the laces in the back. During this Kate adjusted the laces in the front. She was used to a tight fit. When this was done Kate stood and looked at her for a moment. "Well now, that's a little better" she said " but something is still missing" she pointed to a chair in front of a mirror. "sit here and we'll see about the rest" she stood behind her and ran her fingers through her hair. "nothing we can do about this" she started " if I had a wig maybe, but I don't" she shrugged " nothing I can do about that". She realized how foolish that sounded. Her deprivations did'nt compare with what Nellie had been throuhg. "It's just as well" Nellie said "I'd just forget it was on and report back to my regiment tomorrow still wearing it!" They both laughed. Kate walked around and kneeled down, facing her. She reached behind and chose a small brush. "lean forward" she said. Nellie did so and found that she was looking directly down the front of Kate's ample cleavage. Kate glanced down and smiled. Nellie looked mildly embarrassed at being caught but let her gaze rest on the sight anyway. Kate pulled at her knee "come closer, I can't reach", Nellie pulled herself closer and separated her legs as she did so. The pantalets, not joined in the middle revealed and framed her crotch nicely. She started to close her legs when she realized this. Kate stopped her, "no, don't" she said "This way I get something to look at too!" Nellie blushed hotly, her hands flew to her cheeks. "Move your hands honey, I need to do your face" Nellies hands fell to her lap and then to the chair as if they didn't know where to rest. They finally settled on Kate's hair, brushing it with her fingers. Kate spent the next few minutes putting makeup on Nellie's boyish face. It was easy to see how she could pass for a handsome young man. She worked her brush expertly, to bring out the beautiful young woman she knew was there. Nellie's hands meanwhile, got bolder. Brushing and tracing Kate's cheeks and neck. When they were at the base of her neck Kate moved back suddenly so that her fingertips brushed the top of her breasts. Nellie gasped a little but her hands didn't stray. In fact they explored new territory, tracing across the top of Kate's breasts, along the sides and under her arms. Stronger with each passing moment. Kate broke the spell by standing up. "Look what I found" she said as she moved from between Nellie and the mirror. Nellie stared open mouthed. Her hands touched her face gently, as if to convince herself it really was her. "I'm pretty" she said quietly. "No your not" Kate said gently bending down and kissing the back of her neck "your beautiful" she whispered. Kate reached for a small jar or reddish paste. "one thing missing though" she said as she reached in with a finger. "open your mouth a little" she placed her finger on Nellie's lip and traced a circle around it, leaving a rich red color behind. Nellie looked in the mirror and almost cried again. She was beautiful! She stood up and admired herself in the mirror. Kate looked on with a smile. " You know, "she finally said "there isn't much of that lip color around" she walked close to Nellie "this is the best way to share it" she snaked a hand around Nellie's head and the other on the small of her back. She pulled her close and kissed her, hard and strong. Nellie didn't hesitate, she kissed back like her life depended on it. Kate noted with satisfaction that Nellie's hands found their way to her buttocks. Soon, Nellie's hands found their way into the folds of her pantalets. Feeling the soft skin of her bottom. Kate responded in kind. They were soon unlacing each other's corsets, not letting their lips separate even once. Kate won the unlacing contest and helped Nellie with the last few. They came together again, this time Nellie's hands found their way into Kate's chemise, feeling her back and making their way to her ample breasts. Kate took a step back. She deftly took it off with one fluid, well practiced motion. She just stood there, posing for Nellie for a few seconds. Nellie stood there too, unable to move. Kate moved for her. She took the young woman's hands in hers and placed them just under her breasts. Nellie needed no further encouragement. Her firm hands felt the smooth skin from one end to another. Finally she reached Kate's nipples, full and firm. "So much nicer than mine" she whispered. In response to this, Kate tugged off Nellie's chemise to reveal her breasts. Kate spent the next few moments exploring the soft flesh of them, teasing her nipples seemed to elicit a near-explosive reaction from the young woman. Kate's tongue snaked across her lips as she moved forward. She opened her mouth less than an inch from Nellie's nipple and breathed hotly on it. Nellie shuddered with pleasure. She let her head fall back and moaned softly as Kate's tongue finally made contact. Circling her warm moist tongue around in circles, she paid attention to each one equally. Nellie's breathing came quickly during this, and more than one gasp of pleasure escaped her lips. During this time Kate was slowly moving her backwards towards the bed. When the moment was right, she coaxed her into sitting down. Kate knelt again, this time in front of her. She looked up and without breaking eye contact, moved Nellie's legs apart. Each breath was coming quickly now, almost gasping. "Relax dear" Kate purred at her, "remember, I'm not going to hurt you" Nellie shook her head "that's not what I'm afraid of" she said, still looking down "I'm afraid I'm going to wake up soon and this will only be a dream" Kate smiled and softly blew a stream of air between Nellie's legs. Nellie let out a little "Oh!" and looked up at the ceiling, her arms supporting her as she reclined. Kate's mouth drew closer. Nellie could feel her hot breath on that most sensitive place. For a few agonizing seconds, nothing happened. Nellie had been bracing herself for what she knew would happen, what she hoped would happen. Every muscle in her body was as tight as a violin string waiting for the bow. When nothing happened, she relaxed for a split second to see what was going on. That's when Kate attacked. Her tongue finding the spot like a marksman's bullet. Nellie let out a real gasp this time! Kate worked her magic for less than a few seconds when Nellie's arms gave out and she fell back on the mattress. Kate used her tongue as gently as she knew how to ease her into the orgasm that she knew was washing over her. Nellie's back arched and then relaxed, she shook with the power of it. In a moment of clarity, she reached over, grabbed a pillow and forced it on to her face. Then she screamed. Even through the pillow Kate worried that someone would come to see what was happening. Sometimes the men took liberties they were not supposed to and became violent. To Kate's relief, no one burst in. A Soldier's Tale As told to Atkins **NOTE: I thought readers might me interested in this real-life story related to me by a friend. It's not as wild as some I've read but it's fascinating - and it's true ** * * * * * I'm a Major in the U.S. Army stationed at Ft. Benning, GA. I enjoy working down here because I'm also something of a history buff and I love going to the old Civil War battle sites in Atlanta, Chattanooga and other places. I've even been to a few Civil War re-enactor battles and talked to the re-enactors themselves to learn what's involved. I've thought about buying the old uniforms and weapons and becoming a player myself but just haven't gotten around to it. Maybe in my retirement. Anyway, this has been a good tour of duty for me. You see, history is a living thing to me. When I go to the battlefields or read the old books, I feel I'm there. I love listening to old soldiers talk about the way it used to be. Sometimes I wish I could go back there with them. Little did I know that I would soon be getting the chance in a way I had never expected. A few months ago I was sent on temporary duty to the Pentagon in Washington, DC for a couple of weeks. I've been to Washington a few times although I've never been stationed there - and frankly, don't want to be. My superior officer during my tour at the Pentagon and I went back a long way together. He was my Commanding Officer during the Gulf War and knew something about my love of history and talking to old soldiers. Maybe that's why he asked me if I'd like to attend a reception at the Ft. Meyer's Officers' Club being given that night. A retired Army Aviators group was meeting there as part of their annual convention. As he explained it, this group was largely made up of older men and their spouses, many of whom were World War II and Korean War veterans. As sort of a courtesy, the Army would send over active duty men and women to some of the events and my boss thought I might enjoy talking to the old folks. I had nothing else going on so I said, sure, why not? I arrived about 1800 hours that same evening in my dress uniform, grabbed myself a complimentary drink at the bar and started mingling. I know lots of people my age think it's fashionable to say they hate cocktail parties like this but I'm not one of them. Plus in this environment, I was something of a celebrity. Before long, I had dozens of old Army aviators grabbing my elbow and telling me stories of what it was like long ago. I found it fascinating but after a while, even I wanted to sit down for a bit. Just about everybody was up and mingling so most of the tables were empty. Sitting all alone at a table along the edge of the room was one elderly woman so I went over to her and asked if I could sit down. She said of course with a practiced social smile and I sat down next to her. Before long we started talking. Her name was Bonnie although her friends all called her 'Bo' and her husband had passed away almost 6 years ago. She had flown up to Washington to attend the convention from Panama City, Florida and was staying with old friends. She pointed to them standing along the bar. She and her husband were a career Army family and he had flown and fought in World War II, Korea and Vietnam before retiring. She had two children and three grandchildren and from some of the details about her life, I calculated she was about 78 years old or so. I had enjoyed talking with some of the old pilots this evening but I found Bo charming and fascinating. She was really the first old woman I had ever spent any time talking with about the Army and an Army career. She told me about what it was like living in Washington DC during World War II and how wonderful it was when it ended in glorious victory. "Most young men are not the least bit interested in my prattling on," she said with a pretty little smile. She looked into my eyes for the first time and seemed genuinely pleased. "If you don't know about computers and the Internet or modern movies (isn't the language simply awful?), then they don't want to talk." I shook my head. "Not me," I said. "I love hearing about what it used to be like. I think we can learn a lot from the past." Bo smiled, then thought for a moment and reached into her purse for something. "Here," she said. "You might find this interesting then." She pulled out some old photos of her and her husband from during World War II. In the photos she was slender and quite lovely. I went through all the pictures asking her about this one, pointing to that one. She told me about the crazy things she did and laughed out loud when I did. I was charmed by this bit of living history sharing her stories with me. Bo had a way of patting my hand when I questioned if something she said could really be true. "Oh, you better believe it, honey," she would say. You're probably wondering what she looks like today and forgive me for not telling you sooner but I just wasn't interested in her looks up to this point. She was just a sweet old lady with a charming manner who loved talking about life 50 to 60 years ago. But something was happening. We were sitting all alone at the table and when her friends came by and introduced themselves to me, Bo told them we were fine and all but sent them away. So it was just she and I and the occasional old friend who she would greet then dismiss and continue reminiscing with me. Her lips seemed a little droopy, there's no other way to put it. I watched them as she spoke and she would curl and enunciate particular sounds in that peculiar way that women sometimes do in the South. Only infrequently would she gesture with a finger. She had lovely fingers and wore a big diamond ring from her marriage. Her wrists were fat but disappeared into a lovely blue blouse and sequined sweater. She was wearing a long gray skirt and turquoise scarf that allowed a peek at a surprisingly firm upper chest while hiding some droopy neck folds. Bo knew how to wear make up well. Unlike many older women, she didn't just slather it on in chunks of red and beige color. She had high cheekbones and applied the make up to accent it. Her hair was beautifully coiffed and she had a delightful way of brushing away a wild strand that might fall across her face as she would tell a story. When the band started up, it was a little harder to hear but I learned she had no significant health problems except she had hip replacement surgery a few years back that relieved a lot of pain but left her with a bit of a limp. "Are you able to dance?" I asked her. For the first time, Bo flushed and seemed a little embarrassed. "I don't know," she said. "I haven't tried for many years. I guess if you didn't mind dancing real slow . . ." "Nothing's better than dancing slow with a lovely woman," I said and she flushed again. I stood up to my full 6 foot 2 height and held out a hand. Bo stood up a little shakily and walked with me to the dance floor. Don't you think dancing is an interesting and sort of salacious ritual? I mean, two near strangers are allowed to stand up in public holding each other's bodies while gyrating to music. When I was growing up, I NEVER touched a girl except for dancing. And now I was holding the soft but wrinkled hands of chubby Bonnie and moving her slowly across the dance floor. Bo was heavy but not obese and not unattractive in appearance, probably because she knew with dress how to accentuate her positives and downplay her negatives. We held hands in a very formal way with our bodies barely touching and we shuffled to the music while I told her stories of how today's Army was different from the one she knew. Her big belly was just about touching my crotch and I was surprised to realize that the slight friction was exciting me. As a result, I was glad when she asked to sit down. This time she held my hand as we returned to the table. "Major, you are a delightful dancer," she said. Bo insisted on calling me Major even though I told her my first name. I guess it was all those years of living on Post. We talked some more and I found myself watching her breasts and wondering what they were like under the sweater and blouse. I could see the curve under the fabric and the softness of the skin I could see made me wonder what the rest was like. Sexual curiosity. I guess it's true, a boy and girl can't just be good friends without sexual curiosity working its way into the equation. Bo was going on about Georgetown and the nightlife that used to go on there and here I was wondering if an old woman like this ever had sex anymore. I heard that they could become dry if they were not regularly, er, serviced but what if they masturbated themselves? Did that count? Despite myself, I became more aroused as I thought of the wrinkled powdered face of my new friend Bo rolling back in ecstasy as she jammed - what? - fingers, dildo, vibrator up her old snatch. I had gotten a couple of drinks for us and we were both feeling a little more comfortable with each other and the drinks certainly helped. We were talking frankly about so many things that I wasn't really surprised when she told me that she used estrogen despite some of the cancer warnings. "Honey," she said. "Without it I would be too dry to pee." And then she quickly put a neatly manicured hand up to her mouth in mock embarrassment. I laughed and squeezed her knee gently and let my hand linger there just a moment longer than really necessary. Bo didn't seem to mind much. "You know," I said. "One of the old places you used to visit over in Georgetown is still open and still making music. What say? Do you want to head over there?" Bo thought about if for a moment, smiled. "I don't know..." "Then I'll bring you right back. Or take you home. What do you say?" Bo limped over to her friends still standing (if somewhat shakily) at the bar and they laughed and I heard the man say "you kids be good!" and wave her away. When we got outside, I put my arm around her broad waist and led her to my car. "Honey, you are such a sweet boy to do this. Thank you," and she reached up and kissed me on the cheek. I don't know, but all the stories about old Washington and the knowledge that this woman had lived it all and was alone with me now really turned me on. I didn't know what I was going to do about it, but I was excited. We got into my car. My boss let me take a big stretch staff car for doing him this favor and that impressed Bonnie. "Wow, you must be important," she said. When we got to the old Georgetown bar, we could tell in an instant that it certainly wasn't what it once was. There were only a few people there and a small band played some dance music in a lethargic manner. Frankly, this was fine with me. I could talk with her and dance if we wanted to. And apparently, Bo wanted to. She took me by the hand to the dance floor to the amusement of some of the other patrons. I don't know if they thought I was taking my mother out or if they suspected something closer to the truth but there was a lot of giggling and pointing as we limped our way through a few of the slower numbers. I was slowing up my drinking because I was driving and I was in uniform. Bonnie, on the other hand, while not picking up the pace certainly wasn't slowing any in her alcohol consumption. And she was completely oblivious to the giggles of the people around us. For the most part, she kept a respectful distance as we shuffled through "As Time Goes By" and some other 40's songs but every so often she would hold me closer and I had the opportunity to feel her bare warm back between the buttons of her blouse under her sweater. Bo pressed herself hard against me and began humming the tunes and to my embarrassment, I found I was getting an erection which was poking against her lusciously chubby belly. "Oh my, honey," she said as she took my hand to sit down. I didn't know if she was responding to the song, the alcohol going to her head or my hard cock poking into her. We sat down and she patted my hand twice as if to say "that's okay" so I figured what the "oh my" was for. And I didn't care. We got up to dance one more time and, mercifully, my erection was gone. We danced at a distance to "My Shining Hour" and I whispered how much I enjoyed being out with her. "You flatter an old woman," she said and reached down to pull my ass closer to her. My now flaccid cock pressed against her and I heard her murmur "Oh darn," then look up at me and smile. Then she said," I have a secret to tell you that I've never told anyone. Wanna hear it?" Bo was slurring her words a little as she picked up her purse and wobbled with me out the door to our car. A few of the patrons applauded as we left but I think Bonnie missed it. I watched her big old ass go out the door ahead of me and my Mr. Johnson was at attention once more. I opened the door to the staff car and she plopped into the front seat. It was getting cold so I started the car and heater and turned to her again to tell her again what a nice evening it had been - and I meant it. She looked into my eyes, her face completely lovely and apparently sober, and I reached over and took her into my arms and kissed her full on the mouth. Bo instantly opened her lips and our tongues intertwined. I kissed her fat face, her neck and just above her scarf. She was breathing hard but managed to pant: "Do you know what my secret is?" "No," I said, kissing her floppy elephant ears, tugging on her silver hair with my teeth. "It was in this very parking lot," she said, "that I was first felt up by Jimmy Catwell more than 65 years ago." I pulled away and looked at her. "And how did you like it?" I asked. "I liked it just fine," she said, "but he wasn't very good at it and I couldn't let him THINK I liked it. I might even have slapped his face." I kissed Bo on the lips again and she closed her eyes, then I reached over and boldly put my hand on her right breast and felt the warmth and the incredible softness there. She opened her eyes and smiled. "How come you're not slapping my face, Bo?" I asked her. "I've learned something in 65 years, honey," she said and pulled me closer and kissed me again, touching my leg, then gingerly sliding her liver-spotted hand up to the hard tent of my dress trousers. I moved my hand under her sweater and blouse and felt the old lady bra beneath my fingers and the surprisingly generous tits underneath. I couldn't unclasp the bra so I slipped the cup over the tit and it popped out into my hand like a warm melon, ready for eating. "Oh honey," she said. "I can't remember this happening. We should... go ... somewhere... but I can't... staying with Fred and Sally..." I was suckling happy at her tit with her sweater around her neck. I moved my other hand around her back. I wanted to feel her bulk, her warmth, her old history alive under my fingertips. "You felt so good pressing against me," she managed to say. "It's been a long time since I've made a man so hard." "Mmmph," I uttered through the hard and fat nipple between my teeth. I reluctantly pulled away and faced her again. "Bo, I can't remember feeling harder." And she smiled and reached down to unzip my fly which wasn't easy because the fabric was stretched so tight from my boner. But she did it, worked the shorts aside and my cock popped up like a flagpole ready for honors. "Oh honey," she said. "It's gorgeous." "It's all yours, sweetheart," I said. Bonnie actually licked her lips as she slowly moved her wonderful fingers around my shaft and began stroking until a little gleam of pre cum erupted from the tip and it glistened from the surrounding street lamps. While she held my cock, I moved closer to her and took my free left hand and moved it along her thick ankles and up to her knee while she continued to stroke me and moaned softly and even giggled a little. Her legs were bare so I assumed she removed her panty hose sometime during the evening, and that made me smile. Her legs were lumpy but as I slowly stroked her thighs she parted them until I was up to her crotch. I placed the whole palm of my hand against her old lady panties and I could feel the warmth seeping out. I rubbed her cunt through the panties and her stroking of my cock slowed and she said "Oh God, Major . . ." and then I noticed something else that Bonnie hadn't noticed. To my surprise, there were two couples standing outside the car, grinning stupidly and looking in as I worked Bonne's pussy with my hand and she stroked my cock with hers. "Lay back, darlin'," I said so I could get at her more easily and so she couldn't see the spectators assembling outside in the dark. The big old car's passenger seat dropped all the way down and Bo slid up on it and let go of my cock - a good thing because this howitzer was ready to shoot. It was surprisingly easy to move her seat back and I was able to get on the floor on my knees in front of her. She was talking quietly. "Do what you want, honey," she said, words that every man loves to hear. It was getting warm in the car and because it was steaming up a little inside, some of the growing group of spectators were moving closer to the windows to catch all the action. I didn't care. I hiked up Bo's skirt and caught my first look at her fat and veiny legs but I was so aroused (my own pants around my knees) that it did nothing to slow me up. She raised her fat ass and I slid off the white panties and threw them on the driver's side seat, then I dug in with two fingers to take the temperature of the old cunt breathing warmth at me like something alive. I was a little disappointed to find she was pretty dry but I thought I could fix the situation. I dove between her thighs (I could tell she was having a little trouble getting them very far apart) and tongued her aged pussy and she jumped like I had jammed her with a poker. She smelled like baby powder and aroused woman and I lapped at her happily until between my lapping and her own lubrication, she was ready. I looked up. Bo's eyes were closed. "Oh, sweetie," she said. "Do it to me." My cock was still at 90 degrees and I knew it wasn't going to be easy to fuck lovable old Bonnie, lubricated or not. "'M 'see your penis again," she said. I managed to straddle her chest without too much difficulty while working three fingers of my right hand in and out of her elderly vagina. "You taste so good," I said to her. "Why don't you lick papa's ice cream cone?" Bo's eyes opened a little wide. "I've never done that before," she said. "It's so dirty." Which I thought was an interesting thing to say as I was trying to hump her in a parking lot with onlookers but I would not be denied. "I just thought when you said I could do anything . . . " "C'm here," she said and she flicked at the tip of my dick for a moment, then closed her eyes and took the whole thing like a world-class cocksucker. I was so proud. "Bonne," I said. "You are so great. You feel so good." She grunted and kept at it and I took my cunt-juice filled fingers and smeared them on her droopy tits and fat nipples. I was practically on my knees during all this and was able to see two couples staring in the back window and another couple on the driver's side. Bonnie didn't see any of them. But I was ready to blow. It was show time. "All right, baby," I said. "Time to fuck." Bo's lips were more loose and floppy than ever as a result of being stretched by my hard cock in her mouth. Her lipstick was all smeared but she still reacted to my use of the word 'fuck.' "I want to come inside of you so bad, Bo darling," I said. "I want you to feel what you do to me and feel me exploding inside of you. Are you ready sweetheart?" Bonnie was breathing harder than ever and she tried to scoot up a little on the seat. I didn't want her to move too much or she'd see the peanut gallery surrounding the car. "Fuck me," she said and I could tell she was aroused by the naughtiness of it which aroused me even more. Bonnie and the assembled throng could easily see my hard cock in the lamplight, ready for battle. "Fuck me now, Major." A Soldier's Tale I tried to slide off my pants and dress jacket so I was naked from the waist down. Bonnie's fat thighs were spread wide and I could just make out the sparsely-haired snatch beneath me, oozing her juices, mine . . . One guy looking in actually gave me a thumbs up. Some of the women were laughing and one, I could see, even seemed shocked. I hoped she wouldn't try to interfere. Just to make sure, on the way in I hit the lock-all- doors button. I balanced precariously at the entrance to Bonnie's elderly cunt, then shoved it in in one swoop and she said, "Oh, God, honey, oh god, honey" in the cutest way and I shoved it in even further and she gulped, then nodded. "Yeah, sweetie. Yeah, major. Go. Uh huh." As if I needed encouragement. She seemed remarkably tight and I wondered as I started my slow strokes how long it had been that anybody had reached into these nether regions. A couple of the bystanders were unashamedly sticking their noses against the windows now but they stayed quiet, thank god. I reached under Bonnie and grabbed two handfuls of chunky old ass and pulled her to me until I bottomed out in her cervix. She loved it. She was bucking slightly, trying to meet my every eager thrust. "Oh Bo, you are the best," I kept saying and she replied with a breathless "don't stop, honey" until we had a great rhythm going and her oh, oh, ohs got louder and louder and I thought about World War II and a lifetime of raising children and getting through the Cold War and I thought to myself, FINALLY, I'm fucking history! Bo's ass was so floppy that it was easy to hold on. I wondered if I was hurting her and at the peak of the action, I even managed to stick a finger in her asshole and before long she was bucking both ways, into my finger and into my cock, her tits flopping back and forth, the steam rising in the car, some of the male onlookers nodding enthusiastically through the car windows. Finally Bonnie said, "Oh Jesus, baby, you did it" and stopped bucking after a tremendous shiver and a moment later I jammed my index finger all the way up her ass and pumped my load into her cunt, seemingly gallons shooting into the barren, aged pussy with an intensity I'd never before experienced. At that point, the onlookers started applauding and there were catcalls and whistles and they slowly started moving off. I thought Bo might be upset but she didn't seem to care at all. "Major, honey," she said. "You can fly in my plane any ol' time at all." ** This is Atkins again. I don't know what happened next as my friend said he had some secrets he didn't want to share. All he'll tell me is he's heading over to Panama City next week to study more history** A Soldier's Tale "Captain Chbooky this is a dangerous mission. You are doing this on your own. We will not acknowledge that we sent you on this mission. Do you understand?" "Yes, you need a crazy pilot to get a stupid Lieutenant General out of the enemy's hands. If captured I can bet my black ass that I will not be getting a rescue mission." I stared ahead at the Major General. I'm sure if it wasn't for the fact that my father was a General and that I was the only pilot who would even consider flying into Iraq alone and get a Lieutenant General who was supposedly on vacation out; he would have had me court marshaled or at least stripped of my rank. My reddish brown hair was pulled back into a tight pony tail and the ends wrapped around the tail so my hair stayed above my shirt collar. I was wearing my military blues or my service dress uniform; a dark blue jacket with matching pants over a lighter blue shirt buttoned shirt. My dark blue hat was tucked into my belt and hung just on the outside. I liked the service dress uniform not only because it looked good with my light brown skin tone, but it also hid my well endowed bosom. Something that a lot of male servicemen it seems cannot look past. Also with my long legs, and thin waist I look more like a model than a soldier. Being born and raised in the military with a father who would rather take you out of school to play "war games" than for you to learn English Lit. this had been a problem for me. Fortunately, I also grew my father's balls and had earned my reputation in this Air Force. Yes, I was crazy and daring and I will do anything to get the job done. A lesson my father had instilled in me. "You are dismissed, Captain." I saluted, turned on my heel, and walked out. I closed the door and paused putting on my hat. I started to walk away, but not before I heard, "Are you sure that's the General's daughter. I mean...she's black." "It seems the General likes his coffee black." I heard a snort. "If you thought she was hot you should see the mother and don't even think about trying to taste Captain Chbooky. She doesn't have a reputation for being crazy for nothing." I walk off. I knew where that conversation was leading. They were going to start talking about my ex-boyfriend. The fucker thought it was funny to bet his friends on how he could bed me and all the women in the dorm. The only problem was the women didn't realize it until he was halfway through. They whipped his ass. I took his balls. They can't prove I did it. I was never brought up on charges. I smile thinking of it. The bastard deserved it. I walked to my car and drove home. Since that incident I now lived off base. Usually off base housing was for families, but it's great having a father that is a General in the Air Force. I pulled into the driveway and climbed out. In less than 24 hours I'm to fly out and I needed to sleep. ... * * * * * * * * * * ... "Good luck Captain, Chbooky." I stared at the air men and nodded before checking the gauges one more time. It was time to play rescue and I was going to be flying a little more than 20hrs. I took in a deep breath and took off down the runway. I loved flying. Always have. I loved the way you felt alive, like you could do anything, and I liked how you're in control. I loved everything about it and even the danger of going to save some man who probably deserved to die doesn't make me feel bad when I'm way up here. I glided into some sand. It was night and that along with me cutting off the engine miles back is what saved me from having to shoot my way out. There's no hiding a plane in the desert or in mountains. Someone's bound to find it, but if my Intel is accurate I should be able to make a short hike to where they're hiding the General, break in, get him out, and we'll be gone before sunrise. Easy. The best plans always are. I saw the bunker and instantly knew he's in there. For a bunker hiding a General it's awfully empty. There should have been more guards, snipers, something, but all I saw was a few men and they all moved into the shadows down a ways to take a group piss. I shook my head and realized they were just simple villagers. They weren't the soldiers I had come to believe. I almost laughed. The General has been kidnapped by a bunch of villagers. I crept in the shadows down the mountain edge toward the bunker doors that has little bars at the top instead of a glass window. It wasn't even really a bunker. More like 4 or 5 rooms built into the side of a mountain. Primitive, but the doors were made of metal. I withdrew my desert eagle, my favorite, and peek through the first door's bars while keeping an eye on the group of laughing males. Empty. I go to the second door and it's also empty, but the third room has him. I tried the door and naturally it's locked. I look at the men and move closer to their group; 4 men. The only advantage I have is that they have put their guns down to hold their dicks. I approached the first one and with the back of my pistol hit him in the back of the head. I turn my arm and slammed the back of the pistol into the second guy's forehead. They both drop like a sack of potatoes. The third man bends for his gun and I pointed the pistol to his chest and held a finger over my mouth as the fourth man raised his hands. I mimicked a key turning in a lock and the third man dug in his pocket and pulled out the keys. I point to the door holding the General and he nodded. I motioned for the fourth guy to approach and as soon as he's in range I slam my barrel against the side of his head also knocking him out. The third guy stared at me and I motioned for him to unlock the General's door. Which he does quickly. He doesn't even realize I'm right behind him and as soon as I hear the lock click he also goes down with a knock to the head. There's no use wasting ammo, risking someone will hear it, or see the spark from my gun. Also they were just simple villagers probably forced to watch the man. They didn't deserve to die. Times are tough and when your own government forces you to either pick up a gun and fight or they'll kill your family and you. Well I can understand the motivation of the villagers. I holstered my gun and quickly go to the General. His face is bloody, one eye looked like it was swollen shut, and he doesn't look like he can walk on his own, but we must go. "General? General Singletary? Can you hear me?" He's just sitting there in a chair. He's not even hand cuffed; just sitting there looking defeated. "General?" I go to his side and shake him. We have got to go. I don't have time for this. "General, I'm here to rescue you. Let's go." "We can't. Andaaf will find us. Andaaf. Andaaf." After that the General would only rock back and forth while chanting that name. Shit! I pull on his arm and was going to knock his ass out and carry him when I hear a scratch behind me. I whipped around in time see an arm coming at me. I bring my arms up to my face and block it while I kicked out hoping to connect with a knee. I connected with something and only hear a grunt before I could blink or even think I feel something connect with the back of my head. Damn, there were two. My last thoughts before darkness claimed me. I woke up slowly. I gently peeled my eyes apart and sat up just as slowly. I can feel a knot on the side of my head. I tried to reach up to touch it and realized that my hands were cuffed. I look to my holster to see it empty. "Good morning." I looked up and see a man wearing all beige. Mission failed. "Do you want some water?" I cocked an eyebrow at him. His hair is dark, darker than any I've seen before. A deep black and silky strands that seem to catch the sun's light. His chest is wide and muscular from the tight shirt he's wearing. He doesn't look like a simple villager actually he doesn't even look Iraqi, but what do I know. They all look the same to me. "What do you want," I cough out. Damn, it seems that water would be a good idea after all. "Why are you here?" "I'm Captain Chbooky. Serial number 66-9987." "You know your people aren't coming to get you." I stared at him. He would look so much better if he didn't have that scruffy black beard and goatee. He looked like a terrorist. I chuckled at myself. That's irony at its best, but even I felt the electricity in the room coming from us. It's like if the situation was anything different than what it was we would be together. It was that instant attraction of two people; two bodies meeting. I rubbed my legs together as if I'm trying to ease any ache in them when what I'm trying to do is ease the ache between them. "So that means I can do whatever I want to you." It seems I'm not the only person who noticed the feelings in the air. "Are you Andaaf," I asked. He blinked for a moment. "No, Andaaf is the man who was enjoying playing with you. I'm Maasif, the guy who hit you from behind." I snickered. He meant the chicken shit that sucker punched me. "I answered one question for you. Now you can answer one for me. Why are you here?" I snorted. That's not how this is going to work. He suddenly pushed against the wall aggressively and stood over me. I merely glanced up at him. Perhaps I can wrap my legs around his neck, snap it, and search for the keys before that Andaaf guy noticed anything. "You're very beautiful." That threw me for a loop. "What?" "And stubborn as a mule. Why are you here?" I don't say anything. This guy sucked at interrogation and I'm prepared for a slap or a punch, but he does something more unexpected. He tangled his hand in my hair, pulled down, and kissed me. This kiss knocked me better than any punch could. He shoved his tongue between my lips and tasted me so sensuously and thoroughly that by the time I thought to bite his tongue off he already released me. He crouched in front of me. "Listen to me. I don't want to do this or be here. This isn't my war and my family that they've been threatening me with..." He shakes his head. "They're dead. I want out, but I need to know why you're here." "I came for him." He nodded and went to the door. I thought that was the last I had to see the man, but he spoke through the bars. He turned and I saw his eyes rove over my body. I shook my head slowly left to right. I'll fillet this bastard if he thinks he's gonna take anymore liberties with my body. He slowly approached me and stared down at me. I stared into his eyes challenging. He pulled me by my upper arm, uncuffed one hand, slammed me against the wall, pulled my arm up, and had me cuffed again before I could think of a move. The bastard was quicker than I thought. I shook my head. It was pounding harder now and I needed it clear. I glanced up to see I'm cuffed to some sort of metal thing sticking out of the wall. I placed all my weight on it and bounced. It's sturdy and I knew it looked as though I was just testing the metal and seeing if it'll hold my weight. I was, but I was also seeing if it'll hold for when I lifted my legs and snapped this fucker's neck. He smiled and I narrowed my eyes. I have the uncanny feeling he knew what I was doing, but that's not going to stop me from doing what I have to do. He stood just out of leg range and I watched him. "You can scream and no one will hear you for miles." "You plan on killing me?" "No." I don't say anything else I knew what he's planning. In two strides he's close enough for me to strike. I raised my legs; he grabbed them and held them tightly. "We don't want you doing anything smart, do we?" His smile oozed sweetness and I wanted to kill him so badly. He slid a hand down my pants and I snapped my teeth at him. They close on air and he chuckled at my actions. It's been a while since I've had any hands down there aside my own, but I will not be raped. I just needed him to slip up and he will. He's a guy and he thought he had me helpless. He'll slip and that's when I'll strike until then the only thing I can do is ground my teeth and glare at him. "Lacy underwear?" I only glared. I like lacy underwear and it's not like they don't have a cotton lining in the crotch. His fingers rubbed against my clit and I ground my teeth even harder. I can't take this any longer and I feel my pussy flood. He dipped a finger into me and I closed my eyes to block out his satisfied grin. I can conquer this. He inserted a second finger and slammed it into me. My eyes snapped open and he's staring into them. He wanted me to see him staring at me. He slowly withdrew before he thrusted them back inside. "Oh fuck," I gasped as I feel my orgasm approaching. The fucker; I can't believe my body has betrayed me. He crushed his lips against mine and this time I couldn't stop my body from kissing him back. He's pumped his fingers in and out of my sopping pussy while he ravaged my mouth and all I could do was lean back and take it. I felt my body tingle, every part of me was on fire. Much too quickly I felt electricity zipped down between my legs and explode. I shook and jerked as my orgasm came over me. I didn't even feel him uncuff me and slam me against the table. My pants were pulled down to my boots and he shoved his thick meat in me. He was so big, so thick, and his hand was in my hair gripped tightly as he fucked me hard. He pummeled into me over and over as I moaned loudly. One hand pinched at my nipples and pulled them so tightly they formed triangles. I could hear our bodies as they slapped against each other. His hand pulled down and I was forced to lift my head, my back arched, as he drove deeper into me. My pussy muscles started quivering against him and I heard him suck in a breath. His other hand left my breast to come between my legs and twirl around my clit. I pushed back against him wanting him deeper, much deeper, faster. I could feel that electricity zipping through my body to land between my legs where he was driving himself into me. I felt his cock pulse in me, his hand tightened in my hair, and that was all I needed. I came hard as I felt my pussy fluttered against him. His head rested against my shoulder and I felt satisfied. "I'm no rapist. I'm sorry." I knew I should have said I enjoyed it or something to make him feel better. We were both feeling the attraction, but fuck it. He's a terrorist. I'll let him believe he's worst than what he was. "Tomorrow we're transporting you and the man out of here. To a heavier secured area." "What? Why?" "We know he's someone important, because your government sent you. We also know this bunker is compromised since you knew to come here. I learned all that just from what you said." I glanced back and I knew I looked murderous. He used my earlier words against me. What did I think? He's a fucking terrorist. I'm a dumbass to think any differently. "The men you knocked out have been returned to their village. It's just me and Andaaf here. You can knock me out easily when we try to move you and then you have to deal with Andaaf on your own. I'm not going to make it easy on you, because it'll seem suspicious, but the keys are in my pocket. The long silver one unlocks all doors and the short gold one unlocks the cuffs. You're plane is also where you left it. I haven't reported that." "Wh-Why are you helping me?" "I think you would have been mine in another life. Maybe when I'm reincarnated we'll be together if I do this one good thing." I nodded and watched him pull up my clothes. He recuffs me and sits me in the chair. I stare at his gun. It's one of those open holsters. Oh yeah, I can take care of Andaaf. The next day couldn't go fast enough. Every second felt like minutes, minutes like hours, and hours like days. I watched the sun slowly go past the sky and sipped the water Maasif offered me. The last time he entered I saw a bigger man just behind him. The man was huge. He looked like a walking boulder and I can see how this man could have broken the General. Maasif pulled me roughly by the upper arm and I positioned myself so that I was on his gun side. If I'm swift enough I would have to reach up a bit, grab the gun with my hands cuffed behind my back, knock Maasif out, and than shoot Andaaf blindly. A piece of cake. Andaaf bent slightly over to unlock the General's cell. At his hip I grab the gun from his holster, use my thumb to take the safety off, and as I feel Andaaf's hands on my hair I pull the trigger. The hands stop, but they haven't released me. I pull the trigger twice before bringing my knee against the back of Maasif's knee. He dropped and I kneed him in the back of the head. He hits the steel door which opens. I glanced down at him. He's breathing, but unconscious. I ran into the cell. "General Singletary! Get up. We need to leave now." I turned to the table and put the gun on it. I stood in front of the General who's again just rocking in the chair. "General! Get up! Now!" I glanced back at the keys on the floor and wondered if I should get the cuffs off than knock the General out or if I can shake him out of his stupor. Who knows how long Maasif will be out. "General it's me Captain Chbooky!" My last ditch effort. "Chbooky?" "Yes, gawd yes!" I glanced down to see the General staring up at me. He's seeing me, but he's not seeing me. There's some sort of panicked look in his eyes. It's a crazed look and I don't like it. I backed up, but his hands are on my waist. "General?" Oh shit is he going to kill me? The general undoes my belt and I can only stare before I back up. He reached up and smacked me hard; hard enough for my ears to ring. My pants feel loose and they're down past my boots, inside out. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" He doesn't answer, but grabbed my waist and slid me down on top of his erect penis. I screamed, but he ripped a strip of his shirt and stuffed it in my mouth. I don't bounce, but I don't have to. His hands are on my hips and he's weak enough to not fight the terrorists, but strong enough to bounce himself in and out of me. Maasif's cum has made me slippery enough for the General to slide in and out. He leaned forward and bit down hard on my nipple through my shirt. I screamed through the gag, but he ignored it. He leaned back driving himself deeper into my snatch. He rocked me back and forth on his lap. I could hear his cock slurping as it left my pussy and then squelch as it entered my cunt. He kept pumping inside my slippery hot cunt and with one final thrust he burst inside of me. I stared down at him with my eyes full of fury. I realized this is how he gets off; the lust in his one good eye. I was like a gift for him. I wondered how many other women he raped and gotten away with it. Finally he lifted me up and stands. He goes over to Maasif's keys and uncuffs me. I rubbed my wrists. I pull my pants off and pull them right side in. I step back into them and turn to the General. His face is still busted and I nod my head. He stared at me. "Look Captain, there's no point in trying to press charges. I was out..." He doesn't finish. My palm smacked into his face, breaking his nose. He grabs it as the blood poured out. "If you say a word to me I'll kill you." He nodded. Maasif didn't awaken. I search Aandaf and find my desert eagle. I holstered it and we make our way back to my plane without seeing a single person. I fly us back home and delivered the General back. After debriefing I'm awarded 1 week leave; a sort of vacation. ....* * * * * * * * * * .... My 5th day on leave I'm walking from my house to a nearby bar. I'm wearing a black sweater shirt that stops just below my belly and a skirt with slits in the sides. My knee high boots click on the street pavement. I hate wearing heels for the simple reason that when I was smaller I was slew footed. Meaning that if I, to this day, don't think about it one foot will turn slightly inward. Not really a problem since most people don't notice, but when you wear heels instead of hearing a steady click of the heels you would hear a click and every third or fourth stride you'd hear a slide of the foot. A Soldier's Tale Right now I was listening to the click on the pavement. Just as predicted I heard my foot slide against the pavement, but I also heard a click. I didn't pause or stop in stride as I listened to my steps. I didn't notice the other set of foot steps because whoever was following me was timing my steps. My foot slid again and again I heard the click of someone else's shoes. I wore a coat open at the buttons, but my hands were stuffed into the pockets where I had a miniature gun stuffed in there. I rounded the corner and could see the bar up ahead with music, lights, and laughter. I could run and make it there before whoever could catch up with me or I can duck into this darkened doorway and wait for whomever to round that corner. I duck into the doorway and wait. A figure rounds the corner and I click my gun. The figure stops. I hold the gun to the side of the person's head. I can't see their face since I'm looking at their profile and the collar of the jacket is turned up. "Why are you following me?" Slowly the figure turned to me and from the light of the moon I see his face. My mouth drops open and I can't speak. "Hello again Captain Chbooky." "M-Maasif?" I hoped you enjoyed. Next Chapter to come soon. A Soldier's Tale This is a true accounting of the first time me and my first wife ever engaged in extra marital sex with another couple. This happened while I was a soldier stationed at Fort Hood Texas in 1988. Only the names have been changed, everything else is accurate. At the time of this encounter I was 20 and my wife was 19. Disclaimer... This accounting does have unprotected sex in it... not that I am condoning it, it is just what happened. There is also some female female touching. * Hello. I'm James and in 1988 I was in the U.S. Army, stationed at Fort Hood Texas serving in an Armored Unit on an M1A1 Main Battle Tank. I was 20 years old, recently married to my high school sweetheart. A beautiful raven haired girl named Kelly. Kelly at the time was about 5'2 with beautiful blue eyes, nice pert 34 B breasts and a very nice curve to her ass. We had settled down in our 2 bedroom apartment and, between my deployments to the field, we were fully enjoying each other and life in general. We had become very good friends with a fellow soldier who was in my platoon and his wife. Brad and Cindy was a very fun couple, also in their very early 20's who shared a lot of common interests with us. Brad was about 6' or so, lanky, and had a wicked sense of humor. Cindy was about 5'0, blond hair with green eyes, and was a bit pudgy but had at least DD breasts that she was quite proud of. We spent a lot of time as couples together hanging out and playing Spades or Uno or just watching movies on the VCR I had just picked up from a Pawn shop. Often I would come home to find Kelly over at their apartment (literally the next building over from ours) hanging out or Cindy hanging out over at our apartment. We were certainly the very typical all American couples who just hang out together. Our unit decided to put on a 4 week long FTX (field training exercise) and man was it grueling. We spent many sleepless nights, had lots of good training, and a lot of just physical exercise. We ended up completing the Exercise a day early and I offered Brad a ride home as I had left my car parked at Battalion HQ. Of course he took me up on it and so we loaded up our gear in the trunk and headed off home. On the way we decided to get together that night and unwind with a movie and some cards. Right outside the East Gate there is this little mom and pop video store where we liked to rent movies from and so we swung on in. We picked up a couple of comedies and, of course, we walked into the Adult section just to see what was in. There we came across something we had not seen before. A tape of amateur couples on film (in 1988 this was a rare thing). They only had one copy of the tape so I told Brad that I would rent it and then loan it to him. Once we got to my Apartment, to no surprise, Cindy was over hanging out with Kelly. The girls were in their bikinis as they had just been at the pool and Kelly ran over and gave me a big hug and a hot kiss while Cindy did the same with Brad. We were glad to see the girls, having been in the field for the last 4 weeks and I got erect instantly from the hot kiss Kelly gave me. I dropped my hands down to her Ass and pulled her against me. She broke the kiss, giggled and slapped my hands away with a big grin. Brad finished kissing Cindy and they headed downstairs to grab his gear out of my trunk and take it to their apartment. They agreed to come back over after Brad got cleaned up and I headed for a blissful hot shower. Trust me, a hot shower is bliss when you have been without one for four weeks. When I got out of the shower I slipped on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and walked into the living room. Kelly held up the video tape I had brought in and said "what's this" with a naughty grin on her face. I grinned my most innocent smile and said "well put it in and find out". Kelly slide the tape into the VCR then joined me on the couch. The first scene was two nice looking average couples who are sitting around a table playing strip poker. They were nothing like the porn stars of the time, and the production value was laughable as the camera was clearly stationary. To us, that just added to the eroticism of the tape as the couples progressed from strip poker, to dare poker to playing with each other. We got pretty hot and bothered watching the tape and starting making out. I slipped my hand into Kelly's bikini top and felt how hard her nipples were. I gently started to caress them while making out with her. Kelly put her hand into my sweats and was slowly jerking my cock while we continued to kiss. I popped her tits out of her bikini and leaned down to suckle them while I pulled the crotch of her bikini to the side and slipped my finger into her. She was hot, wet and ready to go. We continued on like this for a few minutes and I started concentrating on her clit. She broke our kiss and started panting... a pretty, gentle red flush covered her neck and upper chest. She arched her back and pressed into my hand as I continued to suckle her breasts and finger fuck her. She grabbed the back of my head and held me tight to her as she approached her orgasm... when the knock on the door came. Kelly said, "oh fuck!" And jumped up to turn off the VCR and straighten out her bikini. I stood up and headed to the bathroom to calm down while Kelly answered the door. I heard Brad and Cindy and my wife say hello and start chatting while I stayed in the bathroom until my erection had gone down enough to be presentable. I came out and was mildly surprised to see that Cindy had not changed out of her bikini. Cindy came over and gave me a hug, looked over at Kelly and then looked up at me and playfully said, "what were you two up too???". I looked in askance over at Kelly and then noticed that her nipples were very clearly trying to point their way out of her top. Brad, it seems couldn't take his eyes off of them. I just laughed and looked down at Cindy and said "the same thing you guys probably were." Cindy giggled and said, "Not till later". Brad just looked at me and nodded with a hangdog look on his face. "Been in the field for four damn weeks and she says we have to wait till we go to bed". I just smiled and said, yep, I'm looking forward to going to bed myself. The evening moved along like it normally did each time we got together. We played some cards(which I and Kelly kept smirking about thinking about the sex scene we had watched) and chatted a bit, then decided to watch the comedy we had picked up. We were sitting on the couch where I was at one end and Kelly was sitting next to me. Brad was sitting next to Kelly and Cindy was on the other end. Brad got up to put in the Kentucky Fried Movie and ejected the tape that was in the VCR. Brad glanced at the tape, smirked, looked back at us and said "couldn't wait huh?" Again I just smiled and put my arm around Kelly's shoulders. Cindy glanced over at us and said "Couldn't wait for what?" Brad held up the tape... "This is the video I was telling you about. Looks like they already started on it" Kelly blushed and replied "ok, ok, just put in the movie." Brad put in the movie and we had a good time watching it... Now if you have ever seen the Kentucky Fried movie you know that at the end is a skit with a soft core porn scene. During it I got rock hard again, which Kelly thought was funny and started playing with my cock through my sweats... So I turned it around on her and put my hands between her legs. At first she resisted giving me a pointed look then nodding her head towards Brad and Cindy. At that point I managed to get my forefinger on her clit and started rubbing, with an evil grin on my face.... Her thighs almost involuntarily relaxed and her eyes got heavy lidded... that female, oh my god that feels good look going... I leaned down and nudge one of Kelly's bikini cups down just enough for me to kiss her areola and the tip of her nipple. I glanced over at Brad and Cindy and they were doing a bit of fondling and kissing themselves when Kelly let out an almost inaudible moan and Cindy looked over at me. Her eyes were smoldering and as we locked eyes, she saw what Kelly was doing to me and reached down to massage Brads cock through his pants. After a couple of minutes of this the movie ended and I got up to get some ice water. As I was coming back into the living room, Cindy came around the corner and ran into me, spilling the water a little bit. She smiled and said "Sorry", gave me a hug and with a devilish grin grabbed my cock through my sweats for a second and then headed to the kitchen. I was quite flustered and caught my breath for a second and headed back into the living room. On the couch Brad was facing Kelly trying his hardest to look into her eyes as they were chatting, but, unknown to Kelly, one of her nipples was partially exposed over the top of her bikini, and Brad couldn't keep his eyes off of it. As I enjoyed the view myself, I couldn't much blame him. I sat down on the other side of Kelly, pulled her over to kiss me and then whispered that she should adjust her top. She jumped and said "oh crap" and quickly fixed it then blushed the cutest shade of red. Brad grinned and said "Don't put it away on my behalf, I've seen nipples before." Kelly just leaned over and playfully slapped his arm. "Boys!" Cindy came back into the room and I said "Hey, do you guys want to watch another movie?" Brad looked at Cindy for a second, shrugged and said "sure". Cindy then bent over to eject the tape and put the next tape in. I gave a low appreciative whistle to Cindy's bikini covered rear facing us to which Kelly playfully slapped me. Cindy just smiled, pressed play and came over and sat back down on the couch. To my surprise the amateur porn came on. I just looked at Cindy and she smiled back at me. The scene with the four couples we had been watching earlier was just ending. I grabbed the remote and hit pause. "Is everyone ok with this?" Kelly looked over at Cindy and Brad who looked at each other. Brad said, "Sure if you guys are" I looked at Kelly in askance. She shrugged her shoulders and said, "Sure why not." I hit rewind on the tape and started the movie over. Halfway through the first scene I was rock hard again and put my arm around Kelly's shoulder and rested my hand on her breast. Her nipples were trying to poke their way through her top again. I looked down into her pretty blue eyes and could see how hot she was. I gently started playing with her breasts and snuck a quick peek over to Brad and Cindy. Brad was doing the same thing to Cindy except her large right breast was slowly being exposed by Brad's hand. I could see her pale puffy nipple, erect underneath his fingers. They were making hot kissing sounds as they made out and again Cindy and I locked eyes, her face and chest flush, as she rubbed Brads cock through his pants. I started kissing Kelly again and this time I slid her tit out of her bikini top and started playing with her hard little nipple. "James!" she stage whispered and looked quickly over to Brad and Cindy to see if they saw. Her eyes widen as she saw how Brad had Cindy's breast exposed and at that moment I slid my finger up her slit over her bikini bottoms. She shuddered and gave a lust laden sigh and leaned her head back against the couch. She was so wet she was soaked through her bottoms and I slid the crotch of her bikini to the side and started sliding my fingers in and out of her. I exposed her other breast and started suckling on both of them as I finger fucked her. Kelly's pussy was HOT and WET and she started pushing up against my fingers in her pussy as I continued suckling her tits. I moved to get down on the floor between her legs and slid her bottoms off of her with only token resistance. I immediately went down on her and suckled her clit between my lips while sliding a finger in and out of her. She gasped and spread her legs wide. To do so she had to put her right leg over Brads leg, which didn't seem to bother him a bit as neither he nor Cindy stopped what they were doing. I spent a few minutes bringing Kelly to the edge of orgasm then backing her off a couple of times. Her breasts were out of her top and she was breathing hard and she seemed to have forgotten that Brad and Cindy were there. The third time I had her on the edge she pulled my head so tight against her that I almost couldn't pull away and stop her from orgasming... Grin, but I did... I glanced over and saw Cindy on her knees sucking Brads cock, her bare breasts pressing up against his legs as she did so. Brad though, only had eyes for Kelly and was openly drinking in her naked body, obviously liking what he saw. I decided at that point I would love to have my cock sucked so I stood up and dropped my sweats, leaned over and kissed Kelly and told her I would make her cum after she went down on me. She quickly stood up so I could sit down and immediately starting suckling the head of my cock while slowly jacking me. It was incredibly erotic; the sights and sounds of sex coming from the TV; the sight of my buddy's wife sucking his cock and her beautiful bare breasts swaying as she sucked him; the feeling of my wife's hot, wet mouth suckling my cock head and her hand slowly jacking my cock. I leaned back, closed my eyes and after a minute or so Kelly had a pretty good rhythm going. I was well on my way to heaven when suddenly she stopped sucking me and gasped "Oh god.. oh god". I opened my eyes and was surprised to see Brad had position himself behind Kelly doggy style and had reached down and was apparently rubbing his cock up and down her pussy. Cindy was kneeling beside Kelly and was reaching under her and caressing her tits. Brad apparently then got into the correct groove as it were and slowly sank balls deep into my wife. "Oh god James..... oh god..... he's...fu ... fu... fucking.... Me...... ", Kelly gasped. Kelly continued to jack me with one hand while the other grabbed my hand and squeezed tightly as Brad penetrated her. Brad took her by the hips and started stroking in and out of her. Cindy sat up on her knees and began kissing Brad as he fucked my wife. Brad reached over and started to fondle Cindy's tits as he fucked Kelly and continued kissing Cindy. I find it almost impossible to describe what I felt at the time. I was both incredible stunned and incredibly turned on. Lust, combined with some jealousy and absolute suprise, combined with how turned on I already was made quite the adrenaline soup. I looked down at Kelly's face and she looked up at me.... and lust won out. Kelly let go of my cock and grabbed my other hand, arched her back up a little and looked at me in the eyes. They were heavy lidded with lust and she tightly held on to my hands as Brad fucked her. That was all it took. She looked So Hot and So sexy that there was no way I was going to stop this. "uh.. uh.. uh... uh..." she gasped as Brads thrusts got faster with Kelly never breaking eye contact with me. "uh.. uh.. oh fuck... oh god James he .. is .. going to make me .. cum... oh god James he's.. uh.. going to m... make.. .me .... Cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm". She finally broke eye contact me and put her head in my lap as she orgasmed on Brads cock. After just a couple of strokes more Brad pulled her strongly against him, broke his kisses with Cindy and moaned out his orgasm as he shot his load deeply into my wife..... And frankly, I orgasmed right then and there with them. Kellys hair was around my cock with her face in my lap as she continued to cum, and it was just such an erotic sight. Seeing my Wife cumming simply put me over the top. Brad slowly pulled out of Kelly and kissed Cindy again. Cindy lay back on the floor and pulled Brad down on top of her. I was still rock hard even though I had just cum. I got up to get Kelly a towel and as I stepped over Cindy, Brad was pulling her bikini bottoms off and started licking her shaved mound. Kelly slumped her upper body onto the couch but stayed in the doggy style position while she recovered from her orgasm. As I brought the towel back I passed behind her and saw a little pearl of Brads cum starting to form at the entrance to her sex. I don't know what came over me at that point but I HAD to fuck my wife. Right then, nothing could have stopped me. I knelt down behind Kelly and rubbed my cock head through their combined juices in her slit. Kelly moaned and pushed back against me and I easily slid inside her with one stroke. We rapidly got into synch as I fucked her .... My hands on her hips pulling her into me... her tits swaying against the couch... with each thrust she started moaning again. "oh.. oh.. oh.. yes... oh .. yes.. babe... oh .. yes... oh god.... Oh.. oh.. oh god, babe....". Her pussy was like a hot, slick, velvet glove. Next to us Cindy grabbed Brads head with both of her hands as she started to cum. Her arms pushed her big breasts up in a beautifully erotic pose, her large pale, pink nipples hard and pointed skyward as they shivered in her orgasmic bliss. Right about that point, Kelly's pussy clamped down on me in that wonderfully pulsing way as she came hard again. Again, I lost it. I buried my cock as deeply into my wife as I could and Orgasmed, with a Capital O, inside her. After a few seconds of catching our breath, our awareness of the world slowly came back to us. I slid out of Kelly, cleaned up her face with the towel, and spooned and cuddled on the couch, my wet cock snuggled up against her leaking pussy and watched as Brad mounted Cindy and fucked her to another orgasm. Right as Cindy started to come down, Brad tensed up and came deep inside his wife. Brad rolled off of Cindy and they started to kiss, cuddle and talk in low voices. The TV in the background continued to play the sex tape but only now were we aware that it was rolling the credits at the end. Kelly looked back at me and said, "wow, that was hot. I can't believe how hard I came". We gently and lovingly kissed and I said, "yeah, me either. I cannot believe how incredible it was to watch you cum like that. Did you know that Cindy was playing with your tits?" "Yes, and it surprised me but it felt good, especially when Brad..." She looked carefully at me, studying me for a reaction. "Do you still love me?" I smiled and gave her a deep soul kiss. "Of course babe. We all got carried away and frankly it was the hottest thing I ever saw." Kelly adjusted so she was facing me and we held each other tight as we kissed again. When we broke our kiss, with love in her eyes she said " I love you". I brushed her hair away from her eyes and said "I love you too babe". We looked over at Brad and Cindy and they were continuing to caress and gently kiss each other. I said "are you guys ok? That was pretty wild." They both looked over at us, grinned and Cindy said "we are wonderful. Was that as hot to you guys as it was to us?" Kelly replied, "That was amazing, I can't believe we did that". I looked at Kelly, smiled and said, "do you want to do this again some time?" To which she blushed and kissed me. A Soldier's Tale It had all the makings of a good night out, the beer was going down like water, the jokes were flowing, the bullshit was being kept at a minimum and the women were nice to look at. I was in a local pub back in my home town. I was on leave and I was making the best of my short spell of freedom. I noticed a couple walking into the pub, she was rather short and a little rough looking around the edges, and he looked hard as nails, he was dressed all in black, with a top coat on,he walked in with a don't fuck with me attitude and I saw him carefully eyeing up and classifying everyone in the room. Our eyes met, he paused, looking at me, I returned the stare, he nodded slightly as did I and he made his way over to the bar.The night carried on as it had begun, the beer kept going down and the noise level kept going up. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around and was face to face with the hard case. "I hear you are on leave from the army" he said. I just nodded, ready for any reaction, some folks loved the army, some didn't and you could never tell where this sort of conversation would lead, he could end up buying me a drink or we could end up battling on the pub floor "Got something you might like to see" he said, nodding towards the toilet. "I don't normally go in toilets on the first date" I replied "but just this once" I walked towards the toilets, pushed the door open and squinted in the bright fluorescent lighting.Quickly I looked around and saw the toilets were completely empty except for him and me. He came towards me and for the first time, I clearly saw his eyes and I could see he was well on the way to being pissed. He reached into his inside coat pocket and pulled out a 9mm pistol. I froze for a second and was cursing myself for being all sorts of a fucking idiot and tensing up ready to launch myself at him when he offered it to me. "My names Bob "he said," I do a bit of collection work, getting money from people who don't like to pay. This sort of thing comes in handy" It finally clicked with me, he was a hard man but in a small town, he would have asked around about me and found out I was a hard man from the same small town, but the difference was, I had moved up a step or two. This was his way of showing off, trying to level the score. "Nice bit of kit " I said, making sure I didn't touch it. I didn't know where it had been, I didn't know where it was going, I just wanted to make damn sure no prints of mine were on it. "Guess it comes in handy to scare the punters" Without even thinking about it, the challenge had been thrown back at him, my remark obviously meant that if he needed a gun to back up his words, he wasn't much of a debt collector. "Got a job on later. Want to come along? I'll see you right" "Yea, sure, no problems" Challenge laid out, and accepted. As the pub slowly emptied, Bob made his way towards me, checking that I was still up for it. I had slowed down on my intake, it was too late to have a completely clear head, but I didn't want to be any worse than I already was. We walked out towards his car, without speaking his girl got in the back and he and I climbed into the front. Bob took off his coat, threw it into the back and climbed in the drivers seat. He set off, driving back towards the town centre where he dropped his girl off and then we drove towards the motorway to go and collect some money. The wind shield wipers fought a loosing battle with the heavy rain as we drove along and he told me about the job. Some poor slob had racked up a big big bill to a local loan shark, the guy couldn't pay and that made the loan shark look stupid and caused him to lose face, something that couldn't be allowed to continue. That's where Bob came into it, he worked on a freelance basis, doing doors on the clubs as a legal job, but also collecting money for loan sharks and taking a cut for his troubles, of course, if he didn't get the money, then he didn't get the cut, so that's why he wanted me. He had phoned once and the guy just put the phone down on him, he had driven around once, during the day to get his bearings and to speak to the guy. He was a big man and wasn't scared and basically told Bob to sling his hook, so now Bob needed a hand. He couldn't use the gun, dead men cant pay and so he was painted into a corner. We pulled off the motorway, drove though some dark streets and then turned into a cul de sac. That was the first mistake. A car driving down a cul de sac means only one of two things, its someone coming home or its someone paying a visit to a resident. And if its late at night, and if you owe a lot of money to a very nasty man, you just might not be sleeping well at nights, and you might hear and see any strange cars slowly cruising down your dead end street. Dead end, how true those words proved to be. Bob pulled up outside the house, switched off the engine and climbed out of the car. He walked around to the boot, lifted the boot lid and pulled out a pick axe handle. All this time I was watching, he seemed calm; he seemed to know what he was doing. A big mistake on my part, an even bigger mistake on his. He walked up the path towards the door as he neared the door it looked like he was either going to kick it in or smash it with the pick axe handle, the door opened. The victim was there. Only he wasn't a victim any more. A machete flashed up, and then down, Bob grunted and then stepped back a pace, he dropped his weapon and slowly, oh so slowly turned around to face me. The cut was bad, very bad. It went from his neck, across his chest and down towards his waist, the cut looked black in the street lights, so did the blood that poured out. He dropped to the floor in that boneless way that only totally dead people can ever do. The guy looked over at me, I was plain to see in the street lights. He started to walk towards the car, blood stained machete in his hand. I knew what he was going to do, he had no choice. I had no choice either. I raised the gun that Bob had left in his coat pocket and fired two shots right into the head of the guy. The first shot would have killed him, the second shot was pure insurance. Within the space of a minute, maybe less two guys that were living were now dead. I slid into the driver's seat, turned the engine on and drove away. Burning a car will always leave a trace, maybe the fire gets put out before it destroys the car, maybe you get injured setting fire to the car, and maybe the cops catch you in the act. If you have the choice of where to dump it, an airport long stay is a good place, but if not, my choice was just as good. I drove into Manchester centre, looking for the rough areas; I drove into a seedy looking street, stepped out of the car leaving the engine running and the doors unlocked. Either joy riders would nick it, or professional car thieves would strip it down, either way it wouldn't be linked back to me. The next day I caught the flight back to Belfast, the falls road would seem peaceful after my little R and R. A Soldier's Tale He loved Army life. His wife hated it. Sergeant Tim Miller loved starting his day at 5 A.M. with a workout, loved pushing his troops to the edge of their tolerance and beyond. He loved going to the rifle range and firing off thousands of rounds. He loved teaching young Soldiers and watching them become warriors. He loved his job. He had started as an Infantryman as a young 18 year old kid. Deployed to war six times in ten years he had seen more than his share of combat. On his ninth tour things had gone bad. Riding in a helicopter with his squad on their way to kill a high level terrorist the chopper had been hit by a rocket. Only three out of 12 of them survived the crash. Tim's back was broken and his spine had to be fused. That had ended his time in the Infantry. But rather than leave the Army, Tim became an intelligence analyst. He told himself supporting the fight was almost as good as being in the fight. His wife was angry about him staying in. She was angry he didn't want to go home to Boston. She was really angry when she found out Tim would be working with female Soldiers now. Tim took it all in stride. The job was different, but he made the best of it. He relished teaching these non-combat troops how to be killers. Some got it, others did not. Tim trained through pain. He believed that pain retained and that a pain consequence was the best teacher. His young troops did well or they suffered. Tim went out to the range to do combat training every chance he got. Today had been a great exercise with lots of moving, shooting, and moving some more. At 5 P.M. he walked back into his office to close out some open paperwork, and was surprised to see one of his young Soldiers still working. Private Rachel Hernandez was at her chair studying her computer screen when Tim walked in. She looked up and smiled at him as the door shut behind him. "The hell are you still here for 'Dez?", he asked. "Trying to make your deadlines, SGT", she replied with feigned distress. Tim worked his kids hard, but was always fair with them. "Fuck it. Knock off and go home, young'n", Tim said as he started to undo his body armor. She watched him. Rachel often watched him. He was the gruff, older, foul mouthed boss. At 28 he was nine years older than her, but she was always drawn to him. He was a man's man. He was tough, blunt, strong, and authoritative. She was smart enough to know it was a daddy complex that made her attracted to him, but she didn't care. She wanted him. Rachel often fantasized about Tim. She knew he was married and that made her want him more. He was much taller than her 5'3" frame. But she knew he had admired her small frame. The 38C breasts she had drew his glance more than once. And she thought she had seen him looking at her firm ass during morning runs a few times. But Tim was always professional with her. Even when she would try to flirt he either wouldn't notice or didn't care. She was sitting transfixed on him as he sloughed off his heavy body armor. The 18 pound vest fell to the ground with a thud. It was summer, and the heat had made him sweat through his uniform under the armor. Rachel absent-mindedly licked her lips as Tim started to take off the camouflage top. He pulled it off and revealed his well built and defined arms, as well as several of his tattoos. Her brown eyes were looking at the outline of his pecks through his shirt when he noticed her staring. "Can I help you?" he asked with a smirk. She was startled and embarrassed but decided to press her luck. "I doubt it, SGT", she said with a teasing smile. "Not with the kind of help I need". His smirk remained. "Lookit, young'n, I thought I told you to say fuck it and take off. Get going. It's after quitin' time. You don't get paid overtime, so shoo". "And miss the show?" she was getting braver, and she noticed him start to flush a bit. God, she wanted him. She could feel her pussy start to heat up thinking of him pushing against her. "You got balls for a chick", Tim said. His cock was starting to stir, he had often thought of banging this young hottie. Big tits, nice ass, cute face, full lips. Damn. "You like it. You like tough chicks", she stood up. "And I'm the toughest chick you know." "But you forget your place, Private", he said her rank firmly. He felt he was losing control of the situation, and wanted to reaffirm his position as her supervisor. Rachel boldly took a step towards him. "My place is under you, SGT", she said with a seductive grin, her cat like eyes narrowing as she started to close the short distance between them. She swayed her hips a bit and watched his eyes look over her body. Even in the frumpy Army uniform she was curvy. Tim could feel his willpower melting away. He tried to remain in control. "Rachel, what the fuck are you doing?" he asked unable to move away from her advance. "What I wanted to for a while now", she replied as she reached out for him, running her hand over his sweaty t-shirt, feeling his strong chest. His breath caught in his throat. He towered over her, but she got up on her toes and kissed him. He stood stoic for a few moments, but she kept her lips pressed against his. Finally his will broke and he kissed back. His tongue danced with hers and he wrapped his strong arms around her, pulling her into him. He felt her firm tits mash against his chest, and she moaned softly into his mouth. The kissed heavily for a few minutes before she pulled away. Time was lost in desire for her, and she had wanted this for months. She started pulling his wet shirt up over his head, but she was too short to get it all the way up. He took over and pulled it all the way off. Before he had it over his head she attacked his pecks. She licked and sucked his right nipple and felt his six-pack. She was impressed that he shaved all the hair from his chest. He threw his head back and let a small moan out. He looked down at her and unzipped her uniform top, pushing it over her shoulders. He could see the outline of her tits being held in by the sports bra beneath her t-shirt. In one quick move he pulled her shirt over her head. He took a moment to gaze at her lovely breasts before kissing her neck and biting it gently. Rachel's breathing was getting quicker as her pussy got moister. She kept her heavy tits against Tim's chest as he worked her neck. She could feel his cock pushing against her stomach through his pants and wanted to feel it in her mouth. Tim ran his left hand over her bra covered breasts and squeezed her ass with his right. Rachel began to undo his belt as he fondled her. She got his uniform trousers open and took a step back from him. Tim kept his hands busy touching her chest and neck as she started to lower his trousers and boxers. His hard dick jumped out at her and she was worried about its size. At 8 1/2 inches long it was defiantly the longest she had seen. But it was also very thick. She looked at him and he grinned at her. She began to caress it and she could feel it get even harder. She wanted it in her; even if she didn't think it would fit. Tim began to unbuckle her uniform trousers. As she worked his cock with both hands he revealed her panties. He smiled as they were definitely not uniform panties. They were black lace boy shorts. He could see a small wet spot on the front of them and rubbed one index finger over her panty covered mound. She moaned again and sunk to her knees. She held his big prick in her small hands and flipped her tongue out over the swollen head. Tim looked down at her the whole time as Rachel licked around his head, licked the shaft from his balls all the way back to the tip. After getting him nice and slick she opened her mouth as wide as she could and slid his dick in. He let out a small grunt as she bobbed up and down on his rock hard cock. She fit as much in as she could, and Tim could feel his head touch the back of her throat. She worked her hands up and down his shaft in time with her mouth. She relaxed her throat to take more of him, but it was so thick and long she still couldn't take it all. But she loved the feeling of his smooth shaft against her tongue. She sucked his cock like a pro, and Tim was starting to move his hips gently fucking her face. She looked up at him with her big brown eyes and his dick stuffing her face. She moved one hand under her panties and started to work her clit. She could feel how soaked she was and she wanted that thick cock in her pussy. She pulled her head back and let his cock out of her mouth with a loud pop. Tim wasted no time. As Rachel stood up Tim yanked down her pants and panties in one motion. He took a second to look at her shaved pussy. She turned her back to him, moving awkwardly because they both still had their combat boots on. She bent herself over his desk and he moved into position behind her. He rubbed has cock against her soaking wet box, her pussy lips felt like velvet. He slowly started to enter her pussy, feeling it stretch around his thick member. She moaned as he filled her. His cock was so thick it hurt, but the pleasure was so intense she ignored the pain. After a few moments he was buried in her to the hilt. He shuddered at how tight and wet she was. He started pulling back out of her slowly, until just his head remained in her. He then pushed into her hard and fast. She let out a little cry of pleasure and he continued to hammer her tight pussy. He was fucking her harder and faster with each thrust and she was crying out with each push. She lifted herself up off the desk with him still impaling her and pulled off her sports bra. Tim's hands instantly went to her tits as her pounded her from behind. He squeezed and pinched and twisted her hard nipples as he buried himself in her over and over. Rachel was quickly approaching orgasm. She could feel it building up in her as she pushed back against the hard cock in her wet pussy. She was yelping with each thrust and Tim was starting to grunt each time he entered her. He released her wonderful tits and she collapsed back to the desk. The cold desk against her warm body was an intense sensation. She felt Tim's hands on her hips pulling her harder onto his swollen cock, burying it deeper into her. She couldn't hold off any longer and started to cum. Loudly. "Uhn, fuck yeah Tim, I'm cumming! I'm fucking cummmiinngg! Uhn, Christ, Tiiimmmmmm!" Tim answered back by pounding his cock into her with wild abandon. He felt his own orgasm approaching. He thrust into her one last time before it over took him. "Oh fuck yeah, baby, uhn, ahhhhh" was all he could get out as he spurt is hot load into her tight snatch. Rachel could feel wave after wave of his sticky cum filling her, and she flexed her pussy tight around his cock milking it all out of him. She had never felt anyone cum in her before without a condom and it made her shudder again with another orgasm. "Oh God, here I go again! Fucking stay in me, Tim, Oh god yeah!" Tim held his cock in her until her orgasm subsided. He then backed out of her and she felt empty when his thickness left her. Tim bent over and pulled his pants up before collapsing into his chair. Rachel stood up and pulled her pants up as well. She sat on Tim's lap and he gently massaged her naked breasts. She leaned in and kissed him deeply. "I have wanted that for so long, Tim", she said. "That was so amazing." Tim smiled, kissed her again and held her for a moment. Rachel stood and picked up her sports bra and t-shirt. She stuffed the bra into her cargo pocket and pulled the shirt on. She was gathering her uniform top as Tim was pulling his shirt back on. They were both silent for a moment, neither one knowing what to say next. Finally Tim said, "See you tomorrow for PT" She smiled and headed for the door to the office. "Sounds like a plan, SGT". Just like that they were back to Sergeant and Private. As she reached for the door knob Tim asked her a question. "Uh, you're on the pill, right?" She turned and looked at him nervously. "Shit", was all she could say. "Oh shit" her Sergeant echoed. A Soldier's Tale Part 1 [180 Days] "Hi, honey," I said, lying in bed with my iPad. "Hey, honey. How was work today?" my wife asked. "It was okay; the usual - emails, meetings, emails, more meetings, blah, blah , blah...I'll be heading off base soon so that'll at least be a change of pace." I saw the look of concern on Ashley's face. "Don't worry too much about it, okay? It's not like I'm still in the Infantry kicking down doors; I haven't done that in years." "I know," she replied, "it's just whenever you leave the base, I worry. Arifjan is a big base; but when you travel..." Her voice trailed off and she looked away from the camera. "I'll write or call when I have Internet, but you know how it is sometimes...I promise that if I see a bad guy, I'll shoot him first," I said, trying to make a joke. "You better!" she replied. "I love you," I said, "180 days down; 180 to go." "Six months seems like such a long time," she sighed. "I know; but it wasn't too long ago we were saying 12 months seemed like a long time. I need to get some sleep. Have a good rest of your day." "Goodnight. Love you," Ashley said. [174 Days] Being a deployed lieutenant colonel logistics officer (or for brevity's sake, LTC) serving on a large staff overseeing logistics for the whole theater of operations meant that I had little time to do much of anything except work, exercise, eat, catch a few minutes talking to my wife, and sleep. Repeat...repeat. The monotony of my schedule sometimes drove me crazy and made the days go by at a snail's pace. Oh, there were activities on base, but I often didn't have time to partake in them; it came with the responsibilities and pay and I was fine with that. We weren't allowed to drink alcohol, which was probably a good thing; though we could drink all the O'Doul's we wanted. Yay. I know it might make me sound like a Neanderthal, but ALMOST more than anything I missed sex. Don't misunderstand - I missed hanging out with my wife and going out to dinner and all the things we liked to do together...but I got to talk to her most days and even got to see her on my iPad. But what couldn't be replicated was the feel of her skin, the taste of her lips, the sensation of penetrating her warm, wet...and that was about the time I had to go "take care of business." The other night, after getting off the computer with Ashley, I couldn't stop fantasizing about being with her again; I finally had to get up in the middle of the night to take care of things or else I never would have fallen asleep. That's part of why I enjoyed traveling around theater; it broke up the monotonous cycle and kept me focused on the task at hand, even when it would be easy to stray. [170 Days] "Darrin?" A female LTC walked towards me, her hand outstretched. We were inside the airbase terminal so her headgear was off; she had bright, red hair that she wore in a bob style. She was petite, but it was difficult to accurately appraise her figure in the camouflage uniform. I then realized I was appraising the figure of a fellow officer instead of shaking her hand. "Hi," I said, taking her hand in a firm grip, "You must be Charlotte." "That's me," she replied. "So nice to finally put a face to the name," she said with a wide, disarming smile. "I'm at your service for the next three days. Anything you need, anything you want," she said, "just let me know." "I'm low maintenance," I replied. "A place to sleep and a corner of a desk to work from while I'm here and I should be good." "Too easy," she replied, "let's get you situated." She looked at her watch. "Then maybe if you're hungry we can hit the DFAC before they stop serving dinner." "Lead the way," I said. Charlotte (LTC Thompson) turned on the heel of her combat boot and I followed. Despite myself, I did check her form; the good LTC seemed to have a really nice ass. I looked up, chastised myself, and followed her to the visitors quarters. The visitors quarters for someone of my rank was a "B-Hut" - a building made out of plywood that was sectioned off into rooms. Each room consisted of a few bunk beds and lockers. Because I was a LTC, there were fewer bunks in my room - only one other bunk bed - I had more privacy back at Arifjan but I didn't mind. It was different; therefore, it was fine with me. After dropping off my stuff, Charlotte and I went to the chow hall. Once we were at a table, she said, "So, how long do you have left?" "170 days," I said, "You?" "Let's see...93," she replied." "Getting there," I said. "Yup. So, you married?" "Yeah. It'll be 12 years in May. How about you?" "It would be 21 years in November." She looked really good to be married that long but I didn't say that. Just, "Wow." "Yeah," she sighed. We talked about my plans for the next couple days as I was charged with analyzing how many assets we needed on this base, especially as the drawdown was about to begin. "So, where's the gym?" I asked, "I was hoping to go in the morning." "There's one not too far from your hooch," she said. "I go to the same one...maybe I'll see you there. I usually go at 0500." "Sounds good to me." After dinner, she walked me back to my hut. "Well, maybe I'll see you at the gym; if not, how about we meet outside the DFAC at 0700?" "Works for me," I said, "Goodnight." "Goodnight," she replied. I noticed her eyes lingered for just a split second before she turned to leave. "Still got it," I said to myself. At 41 years-old, I was close to being in the best shape of my life. Of course, I'd never quite duplicate the raw speed and stamina I had when I was a young lieutenant fresh out of West Point, but I didn't need to anymore. I started my career in the Infantry, and when the war in Afghanistan kicked off, I was in the middle of it along with every other Infantry officer. I did three deployments - one as a platoon leader, one as a company commander, and a third on a battalion staff - then decided that kicking down doors and getting into fire fights wasn't something I wanted to do long-term; so, I transferred to the Quartermaster branch; then Logistics when my branch got swallowed up. I still deployed; I just wasn't at the "tip of the spear" anymore. Now on my sixth deployment, I had made a pact with myself that I would always return from deployment in better shape than when I left. So far, I'd been able to honor that pact, my wife being one of the main beneficiaries. As a matter of fact, Ashley and I made the pact together. Now, we tried to see who could look better for the other person when I got back. It's the little things that keep us sane...and the sex...not having sex for 9-12 months and then when you finally do, it's with an "improved" version of your lover? Smokin' hot sex. Just saying, if you're sex life is in the doldrums, try getting deployed. Unfortunately, there wasn't free Internet in our rooms, but there was a USO building not too far away that had free wifi. I went there and sent my wife an email to let her know I was safe and sound and going to bed. [169 Days] The next morning I woke up at 4:45, and after getting into my workout clothes and shaving, I stumbled to the gym. There was a room full of stationary bikes and ellipticals, a nautilus room, and a room that had both nautilus and free weights. I went to the room with the free weights and did my workout. When I finished, I passed a room with a long wall of mirrors and floor mats. Among the people in there was Charlotte doing her ab routine. She was in her Army physical training uniform - shorts and short-sleeve shirt - doing v-ups. Now, the Army PT uniform, like pretty much all Army uniforms, is not very flattering; but I have to say, Charlotte looked pretty damn good in them. As she did each repetition of the exercise, her toned legs flexed. When she switched to crunches, I could make out the slight curves of her bust...and I was breaking a cardinal rule of Army physical training: don't leer at people, especially females. She looked up and saw me in the mirror. She smiled and gave a small wave, not stopping her routine. Well, didn't I feel like a perv. Oh well. I smiled weakly, waved, then left. At 7:00, I was outside the DFAC (short for dining facility), waiting for my escort officer. (No, not escort! Escort officer. Usually, there's a difference.) Okay, she wasn't even my escort officer. It was just a joke that came into my head while I was waiting for LTC Thompson. See, I even called her by her rank... "Hey; good morning." I turned to see Charlotte come up from behind the building. "Morning," I replied. "Did you have a good workout?" she asked, "sorry I didn't stop to chat." "Yeah," I said as we turned to go inside, "pretty good. You?" "You tell me," she replied, giving me a little nudge. "They don't have females on Arifjan?" she said in a obviously playful and sarcastic voice that signaled she wasn't offended. That didn't mean I wasn't completely embarrassed. "No - I mean yes, of course they do...it wasn't...I was just..." Fuck it, I thought. We were two Soldiers deployed away from friends and family; there were enough things to get worked up about. "Busted," I said, raising my arms in surrender. I quickly added, "I really didn't mean to stare - I recognized you, admired your...form for a split second - just a split second - then left." We were sitting now, eating breakfast. "Don't worry about it," she said. "I saw the way you were looking at me; it was innocent. Trust me, I've gotten pretty good at noticing the difference between admirer and creep...besides, you didn't see me come in the gym...but, since we're confessing our sins...I was kinda checking your form too...impressive." I felt a little better knowing she had done the same thing. I think. "So, now that awkward time is over, how about we go over the schedule for today." "Sounds like a plan," she replied with a smile. So, we worked. There were no more awkward moments, that I could tell at least, and I was able to get a lot of work done with Charlotte's invaluable assistance. She was able to strike the perfect balance between having a commanding presence and retaining her femininity. Many female leaders struggled with that; she didn't. Near the end of the day, around 8:15, I called Charlotte over to take a look at a spreadsheet on the computer. She leaned over and I got a whiff of her scent - whether it was her moisturizer or shampoo or it was natural - she smelled really good, which was an accomplishment after working for 13 hours. "What do you think?" I asked as I turned to look at her. Her face was about six inches from mine as she stared at the computer screen. She was fair-skinned, showing evidence of being out in the sun as she had freckles on her nose and upper cheeks. Her eyes, which were hazel and quite beautiful, were the only thing that betrayed her age. Charlotte was an attractive woman - not just Army-hot, but hot-hot...and that's when I caught myself staring...and so did she. "Busted," she said, still looking at the computer. She smiled slightly and said, "It's okay; I like the way you look at me." Her face reddened as if she suddenly realized what she had said. She stood up straight. "I'm sorry," she whispered, "I don't know why I said that. Please forget I said that." She touched my shoulder and squeezed, "Please." I was speechless for a moment, which is a rarity for me. I finally said, "Don't worry about it. I'm flattered. Let's just get back to work, okay?" "Okay," she replied, looking around to see if anyone noticed she was beat red, "back to work." When we were done, we went our separate ways. The Internet was too slow to FaceTime my wife, so I called her using a USO phone card on one of the community phones. We talked for about 30 minutes. I caught her up on my travels, told her everything was fine, and that I had one more day left before I would return to Arifjan. I did not, however, mention the good-looking LTC that was serving as my battle buddy. [168 Days] The next morning, I didn't see Charlotte at the gym and I didn't go looking for her either. We did, however, meet for breakfast. "Did you get to talk to your wife last night?" We had finished eating and were now just drinking our coffee. "Yeah; I had to use a phone card and go old school, but we were able to talk. How about you?" "Yup; got to talk to my wife too...kidding; you threw me a fastball down the middle." "So," I said, "any big plans for when you get back?" "I'm not sure; either a trip with my son - he's in college now - or at least go see him; we'll see. You?"
 "Taking a trip to Sonoma - California wine country - we're going to drink ourselves silly." "I like your plan," she said; "Maybe I can combine yours and mine - take my son to wine country...of course he's only 19..." "Well," I said pushing away from the table, "might as well get this party started." We spent the day visiting units, talking to Soldiers and their leaders, and taking copious notes. Any awkwardness between us seemed to be gone. We were friendly but professional. That night around 8:30, after we had said our goodbyes, I was back at my "place" packing when I realized I still had the phone charger I had borrowed from Charlotte. She had an extra Blackberry charger and I had left mine back "home." I called her. "Come by whenever," she said. She told me where her pod was and I got dressed again. Charlotte lived in one of a series of pods, which were basically small metal boxes with a bed and a couple of lockers. But, as a LTC, just like my little pod at Arifjan, she did not have a roommate. I knocked. "Hey," she said, opening the door. She answered in bare feet wearing her PT shorts and short-sleeve PT shirt, which was untucked. Her hair was wet and it clung to her face. It was the sexiest sight I'd seen in 197 days (the last time I saw my wife in the flesh). "Come in," she said. I stepped into the pod and she closed the door behind me. It was a little disorienting seeing her, for all intents and purposes, in a state of undress. She wasn't of course, but seeing her in uniform but out of it felt wrong somehow. "Sorry," she said, "I just got out of the shower." "Oh, I'm sorry," I replied. "It's just I'm leaving so early I didn't think I'd have time in the morning to drop it off." "It's fine," she said. She went to the little refrigerator in the corner. "Why don't you have something to drink before you walk back. I have water, O'Doul's, and...water. I liked her (and even though she was attractive, I also like her in a friendly colleague kind of way); she had been very helpful during my visit and she was fun to talk with. After tonight, we'd probably never see each other again. "You know," I said, "a fake beer before I leave would be perfect." "Have a seat," she said, motioning to her bunk. In the tiny room, there was no place else to sit. She passed me a can of O'Doul's and sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed facing me. I looked around her pod and noticed she had pictures of her son hanging on the wall, but no pictures of her husband. "Is that your son?" I asked, pointing to a picture taped to the wall. "Yeah," she replied. "That's Steven," she pointed, "right before he went off to college." I decided to step out in a limb. "How about your husband?" Charlotte took a long pull from her "beer" as if trying to coax the alcohol from it. She sighed silently and stared at the can for a moment before answering. "We're separated," she said. "We decided to get a divorce three months before I left." I had a feeling there was some trouble in her marriage based on the lack of pictures and the fact that she never mentioned her husband in her plans. I was not expecting this. "But you have a picture of him and your son on your desk and you still wear your wedding band." "Honestly? It's a deterrent from creeps," she replied. "It's easier to tell a guy you're not interested when they think you're happily married." I certainly couldn't fault her logic. Charlotte uncrossed her legs; if I were to let my arm fall from my lap, I would have been able to touch her bare feet, which were inches from where I sat. Her legs were slender but toned, the result of years of working out. Her feet were small and showed the tell-tale signs of someone who wore boots 12-16 hours a day. "You can touch them...if you want to." Charlotte was speaking to me, but the sound of her voice seemed distant somehow. I realized I was staring at her legs. "Sorry?" I said. "You were looking at...my legs," she said softly, wiggling her toes as she spoke. "I said, you can touch me, if you want to." She looked into my eyes then down at her lap when she saw the surprise on my face. I didn't say anything for a moment, though it felt like 10 minutes. I needed to leave but I felt frozen. I had never cheated on my wife; it never even crossed my mind in any serious way. Of course, when a man sees a beautiful woman, he has thoughts - sometimes a fleeting fantasy - but that was the extent of it. Charlotte was so sensual and attractive and obviously willing, I felt momentarily paralyzed. "Darrin?" I looked up, the sound of my name breaking the trance. "It's okay; I shouldn't have said that." She pulled her wet hair back behind her small ears. "It's just...how long has it been since you've been with your wife?" "197 days; almost 198," I replied. I could almost feel the heat of her skin, her legs still dangerously close to me. "337 for me since I've been with someone," she said. "I know you like me," she said, "and I know you find me attractive." I jumped in, "Charlotte, whether I think you're attractive or not is irrelevant. Your attractiveness isn't a matter for debate; that doesn't mean we should, you know." "I know," she whispered. "I'm sorry. You're trying to remain faithful and here I am trying to get you to fuck." The word cut through the air with such percussiveness, it sent an erotic chill down my back and my blood rushing southward. I finished the last of my O'Doul's and set it on the nearby nightstand as I stood. Charlotte crawled from where she was sitting to the spot I had just vacated, leaving me standing over her, her face inches from my crotch. "I know you should go," she said in a low voice. "Yes, I should," I replied, my heart pounding in my chest as warning bells screamed in my head. She looked at the bulge in my pants, then up at me. "Is that because of me?" I couldn't answer, but she didn't need me to answer to know the truth. "When you leave, do you know what I'm going to do?" Charlotte's left hand instinctively, seemingly without her conscious knowledge, moved between her legs. "Charlotte, please," I whispered. "I bet I know what you're going to do." She said, looking down at the pulsating bulge in my pants. She then stood and looked up at me, our faces inches apart. I could smell her shampoo. She placed a hand on my chest. "Your heart is racing." Her hand felt hot on my chest. I wanted to grab her wrist and take her hand away, but I hesitated. "Charlotte," I croaked, "I can't." Why I didn't run out of the room, I don't know. It may have been because in the end, I knew I wouldn't have sex with her. I won't lie and say it wasn't tempting. I was attracted to Charlotte; I was horny; but I was not going to cheat on my wife. I took her wrist in my hand and she gasped, her eyes searching. I gave her the only thing I could. "When I leave here in five seconds," I said, "I'm going straight to the bathroom." Still holding her wrist, I could feel her pulse, "and I'll think of you." I let her wrist go, stepped back, and left. I jogged back and headed straight into the latrine, my cock hard the entire way. As I raced to orgasm, I thought of Charlotte, my wife, and me. I never came so hard in my life. A Soldier's Tale Part 2 [0 Days] As the plane finally touched down, I immediately turned on my phone and typed a text message: ~ Just landed!! ~ I waited impatiently for it to deliver the message. Not five second later, I received a reply: ~ I'm at the gate. Can't wait to see you! Love you! ~ ~ Love you! ~ "You have someone waiting for you at the gate?" the guy sitting across the aisle asked. He and his wife were probably in their late forties - both attractive, professional, and well-dressed. I nodded and smiled, "My wife." The plane came to a stop and the Fasten Safety Belt sign blinked off. The man offered his hand. "Thank you for your service." His wife nodded and smiled. I never really knew what to say when people thanked me for my service. I loved my job; I loved leading Soldiers; and I loved my country. I nodded and smiled slightly, a little embarrassed. I grabbed my backpack and made my way to the exit, knowing fully that in just a few moments, my wife would be in my arms. Involuntarily or not - I wasn't sure - I started to jog up the runway until I reached the door that opened to the waiting area. Continuing to move forward so I wouldn't block the door, I scanned the crowd for Ashley. Within seconds, I felt a rush of wind as I was almost tackled by my wife. She jumped into my arms and straddled me with her legs as I dropped my bag and held her tight. "You're home," she whispered in a choked voice. I could feel tears on her cheek. "I'm home," I replied, then kissed her with a passion I hadn't felt since our last night together 12 months earlier. I could hear clapping in the background and I realized it was for us - a Soldier in uniform being greeted by his loving wife - cliche perhaps, but I didn't care at that moment. As we embraced, our kisses quickly transitioned from "I missed you" to "I want you right now." That's when I became a little self-conscious and put her down. "I have to get my duffle bag," I said. "Well, let's hurry up so I can take you home," she replied. We walked quickly to baggage claim, our hands clasped. As we waited for my bag to appear, I told her about my trip from the Conus Replacement Center (the processing station for Soldiers going to or coming from an overseas deployment). I was there for three days so we were able to talk once I got back in the States. I held her hands and stared at her. "What?" she asked, her face flushed. "You look amazing, honey," I said. Ashley always worked out, but not too long before I left, she started doing the Insanity workouts. Let's just say, they worked. She still had a curvy, hourglass figure, but now her waist was a little smaller and her thighs more toned. Her shoulder-length almond hair was styled straight, and helped bring out her beautiful, green eyes. The dress she wore hugged her curves and showed off enough cleavage to be dangerous, but not enough to be vulgar. I hoped she would notice how hard I worked out once I was out of uniform, which would be very soon. I saw my duffle bag come around and grabbed it. When we got to our car, which was parked in a corner space in the garage, I threw my bags in the trunk. "Do you want to drive?" Ashley asked. I looked at my gorgeous wife who was wearing a black dress with prints of bright red cherries on it and red trim along the hem of the skirt. She looked into my eyes to find the answer to her question. She received an answer to another question entirely. "Why, Lieutenant Colonel Robinson! The way you're looking at me makes me think you have something wicked on your mind." As I walked over to the passenger side of the car, I took her by the shoulders and pulled her to me; my mouth was on hers before she could say another word. Ashley moaned as I backed her against the car door, our bodies pressing together. "You're so hard," she gasped. "You can't wait until we get back, can you?" "No," I said. "Me neither." Ashley reached between us and sighed when she took my girth into her hand. "I've waited 12 months to feel you," she said, "to feel you inside me." I reached under her dress, took hold of her panties, and pulled them down. Ashely kicked them up and I caught them. "Nice catch," she said with a smile. I placed her red panties in my pocket as she unfastened my pants and pushed them and my boxers down past my hard-on in one motion. "God, I missed you," she said, taking me in her hand and slowly stroking me, "did you miss me?" "What do you think?" I said as I lifted her onto the hood of the car and positioned myself at her entrance. "Fuck me," she whispered. I looked around; we were alone. I watched in amazement as my engorged head penetrated her puffy, wet pussy, almost as if I was watching it happen to someone else. As I slowly sunk into her body, feeling her hot wetness envelope me, I was brought back to the reality that I was home and making love to my wife. It was almost too much to process. She was tight - tighter than I remembered - my heart pounded from both the feel of her sex and the realization that I was inside her. I wanted a quickie; this would definitely be a quickie. "Jesus," I croaked, "You feel so good." I rocked back and forth, easing myself inside her. Ashley's eyes were fixed on mine, her mouth agape as she took my length "God, I missed you," she whispered. Once our bodies met with a kiss, Ashley's legs instinctively wrapped around my waist. I wanted to rip her dress off so I could see her naked body, feel her skin against mine, but I knew in the back of my mind that the more clothes we left on the better. I pulled her to me and lifted her up so we were in a standing position, Ashley straddling me, her arms wrapped around my neck as I placed my hands on her round butt and her back against the side of the car; I then began to thrust up in a slow, deliberate motion, which caused Ashley to moan softly in my ear. "Oh, oh, oh," she moaned with each thrust. I was so hard, my cock ached inside her. "I missed...you...so...much," she said as I took her with a little more urgency, our bodies softly smacking together. I could hear tires squealing, doors slamming in the distance. I knew we could be discovered at any moment - it just made me hotter for Ashley, knowing we could be caught in the act. What were they going to do? Arrest a Soldier for fucking the wife he hadn't seen in a year because he was defending freedom and the American way of life? It wasn't like we were in the middle of the airport; we were in a dark corner of the garage. The chances of someone seeing us at this time of night were... Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement. Two lanes over to my left was a young woman putting her luggage into the trunk of her car. She was at my ten o'clock position so Ashley couldn't see her. She didn't notice us at first, so I slowed my rhythm, kissing Ashley on the neck as I kept an eye on the woman. "God, that's so good," Ashley moaned. I kissed her on the mouth to try and keep her quiet without alerting her to the woman's presence (because frankly, there was no way I was stopping now). It was too late. The young woman turned in our direction at the sound of my wife's voice. She brought her hand up to her mouth to stifle a scream; then, I think realizing what was happening, brought her hand down and stared. Realizing the woman wasn't going to make a scene, I relaxed, getting off on fucking my wife in public with a strange woman watching us. This wasn't the first time we'd had sex in public - though the last time was on our honeymoon in the middle of a dark dance floor - and it probably wouldn't be the last. The woman bit her lower lip as I surged into my wife, Ashley encouraging me with increasingly louder moans of pleasure, her fingers digging into my back. "Oh, fuck," Ashley said, a surprised tone in her voice. I thought that perhaps she had seen our voyeur (who was still standing there, seemingly mesmerized by the whole thing); but as I felt her body react, she was merely surprised that she was about to come so soon. Ashley held me tight as she shuddered in my arms, moaning softly in my ear as her orgasm overtook her. The woman was leaning against her car now, legs slightly spread, hand dangerously close to her sex. It was obvious she wanted to touch herself, but was on the fence. I looked at Ashley's face, which displayed a mixture of agony and bliss, her cunt squeezing me as her convulsions continued. It was all too much. My own orgasm came so quickly, I groaned, "I'm going to come!" Ashley deftly dislodged herself, dropped to her knees, and took me in her mouth. I moaned as I leaned forward against the car, Ashley taking me into her mouth. When I came, I exploded with such force my knees buckled as I shot my thick load down my wife's throat. I rested my head on the car as Ashley continued to drain my slackening cock. I looked over and the woman was slowly getting into her car. She looked back one more time, smiled, then closed the door. Ashley and I quickly got ourselves together and got in the car; I watched the woman pull out of her space and head for the exit. I waited a moment, then did the same. Ashley gulped the iced tea that was sitting in the cup holder. "I can't believe we did that!" she said, taking another big gulp. "Have you looked in the mirror recently?" I said. She placed her hand over mine. "Thanks, babe," she replied. As we drove home, we mainly talked about our upcoming trip to California. "I missed you so much," she said, placing her hand on my thigh. Her hand felt hot against my leg, and as we turned onto our street, my manhood began to swell in anticipation. Ashley felt me and shifted her hand so that she was holding my shaft. There was no need to say anything. As soon as we got across the threshold, I threw my bags to the floor as Ashley started unzipping my uniform top, pulling it off and tossing it to the sofa. We kissed, stumbling our way across the living room as I unfastened her dress and pulled it off. Ashley's ample curves were now more accentuated by her tighter belly and leaner legs. Her large breasts and heart-shaped butt were barely covered by the red lace bra and panties she was wearing. She teasingly squeezed her tits as she backed her way towards the bed. "Fuck, baby," I said. "You like what you see?" she said playfully. "I worked hard to look good for you." I untied my boots and kicked them off, then tossed my trousers to the side. "I'd say you were successful." Ashley closed the gap between us and lifted my shirt off. She place her hands on my chest and gently let her fingertips glide across my skin. "I'd say you were quite successful too." I lifted my wife off the floor, eliciting a squeal of delight, and carried her to the bedroom. My mouth was literally watering in anticipation of tasting her sex for the first time in a year. As I slowly pulled her panties over the curves of her hips, she lifted her legs to allow me to slip them off. Ashely had long ago removed her hair with laser treatments, but seeing her glistening pussy, I couldn't help but moan as I lowered my head between her legs. I gave her a long lick, tasting her tangy sweetness; Ashley responding by lifting her hips off the mattress to meet my mouth. "Oh," she cooed. I licked again, this time circling her outer lips as I spread her open. "I missed your tongue," she said as she slowed gyrated her hips. As her arousal grew, I tightened my circling tongue's radius until I finally focused on her clit. "Oh, oh, oh," she moaned, her voice getting higher and higher as I increased my tempo. She tasted so good, I could have licked her all day. Spreading her lips wide, I said, "So beautiful; so yummy." She giggled, then moaned, "Oh, fuck!" when I licked her from her asshole to her clit again and again before settling on her pleasure button. When I felt she was close, I took her in my mouth creating a vacuum, then licked and sucked on her clit until she screamed out like I'd never heard her before. Ashely wrapped her toned legs around my head, holding me against her as she fucked my mouth. I did my best to keep contact with her pussy, but it was like riding a bronco. When she released me from her grip, she pulled me up for a kiss while simultaneously reaching between our bodies to guide me inside. "Hurry up and fuck me," she said with a desperation in her voice that was so hot I was beside myself with lust. She was so wet, I slid in to the hilt in one, easy motion. "Fuck, you feel so good," I whispered, as I leaned over her and slowly began rocking my body against hers, causing her legs to spread wide. "I love your body," I said. "I love your tight pussy." I thrust into her with more weight as our bodies slapped against each other. "Does that feel good?" I whispered. "Yes," Ashley cried softly. "You want me to keep fucking you like this?" "Oh, fuck," she moaned, "Deeper." I hooked the back of Ashley's legs in the crook of my elbows and leaned forward, giving me a straight down angle into the deepest reaches of her body. "Yes!" she yelled, "Fuck me!" I used my body weight to pound my wife's cunt, making her take every inch of my cock as she urged me on. "Don't stop; don't stop...you...feel...so...good." I felt like I was out of control as I took hold of her and flipped her so that she was now on top. Without missing a beat, I pulled her to me and, grabbing a firm hold of her luscious ass, pounded her for all I was worth. Ashley leaned back and rocked her hips back and forth, grinding herself on me. She was close to coming again, and right now she was focused on reaching orgasmic bliss and nothing else. I grabbed her hips and encouraged her rhythm, increasing the tempo of her motion. The movement of her hips; her bouncing breasts; the look of absolute lust and determination on her face - I was not going to last much longer. Ashley grunted, growled, and groaned like an animal in heat as she fucked me like she never had before. She cried out in orgasmic bliss as she fell forward into my arms, screaming and coming again and again. We looked into each other's eyes as I reached the point of no return - the waves of pleasure and emotions too much to take - I came inside her as her own spasms squeezed my manhood until I had nothing left to give. After getting out of the shower, I walked over to where Ashley was standing by her dresser putting on earrings. She was in her bra and panties; I was still naked. I held her from behind, my hard-on pressing against her butt, and kissed her on the neck. "Mmmm...we just took a shower, babe; you're going to have to wait until after dinner." "Let's get take-out," I said, only half kidding. "I like it that you want me so badly." She turned to face me, looking down at the evidence of my desire for her, and said, "Aren't you glad you didn't give in to that little harlot?" "Yes, I am," I said. "Yes, I am."