3 comments/ 122355 views/ 3 favorites Night Out With The Guys By: SexyChele This story is based on a true life experience a reader shared with me. He wanted me to write this story for him and his wife and gave me permission to post it here. He has elected to remain anonymous, but I am grateful to him for the idea he so generously passed along to me. My thanks and appreciation! It’s funny, the things one remembers about their youth. Just this afternoon I was going through some old photographs, more out of nostalgia than the excuse I had made up of having to clean the closet where they were stored. I happened on a picture from the early days of my marriage that brought back a flood of memories. Oh, not the picture itself, more the time in which it was taken. I was a young wife then, married to the Navy. Okay, my husband was in the Navy, but that really is the same thing, isn’t it? Those first years of marriage had passed as if in a dream. We were madly in love, and even in the discomforts of having to move from base to base, we managed to overcome our stresses and make the adjustments that all married couples need to make. Our sex life had always been strong, lively, and adventurous. Damn, but the things we used to do! The risks we used to take! But I felt I could trust Jim and knew he would never allow any harm to come to me. This made it easier for me to open up to him and willing to try the things that grew from our fantasies. Well, like this one evening. I can remember it as though it was yesterday, and it was at least 20 years ago. Jim and I used to go out on weekends to local bars to relax and have a little fun. Of course, the Navy being what it is, we normally went to places were other Navy men hung out. I’m getting off track, excuse me. There was this one little place in particular. It was a little bit of a distance from base, but still held a big attraction for the guys. Jim and I decided to check it out one Saturday night. Jim had heard the place was low key, so I didn’t bother dressing up that night. Just a pair of jeans and a tank top. It was summer, and the night was balmy with only the barest trace of a breeze to fight off the humidity. Jim was driving an old Impala at the time. The car gave him more grief than it was worth, but it was nice and roomy. Jim and I had certainly broken in both the front and back seats quite a few times! Well, we arrived at the bar, and Jim parked towards the back of the gravel lot. I looked curiously at him as there were still some places up near the door, though it looked as though the place was filling up quickly. Jim looked over at me and smiled, and I knew he had something planned for the evening. “Jim? What’s up? I’ve seen that look in your eyes before and I know it means something!” I smiled at him from the dimness of my place in the front seat. He didn’t respond immediately. He smiled at me, and then ran his finger across my cheek to my lips. He leaned in closer and his lips met mine. I fell into his kiss, bringing my hands up to caress his face and neck. He pulled away, but kept his fingers in my hair, smoothing it down my back. “Carole, I want you to do something for me. I haven’t asked this of you before, but I really think this is something we will both enjoy. You up for it?” I smiled at him. I could feel the familiar tingle between my thighs whenever he was about to suggest some new sexual adventure. I trusted Jim completely and knew I would go along with whatever exciting escapade he had planned. “What is it?” I asked. “I can’t tell you. That’s part of what is going to make this so thrilling. Well?” I searched his eyes, but in the dimness I could not find any answers there. My body was beginning to react, however, and I knew I was helpless but to give into him. I nodded my head. “Yeah, okay. I’ll go along with it.” “Good,” he replied, as his fingers continued to stroke my hair and neck. “Now, strip.” “What? Here? Now?” ”Strip, Carole. Everything. Now.” I quickly looked about the parking lot. Cars and trucks were arriving, but all were parking close to the entrance. I looked back at Jim and smiled. A little nervous and a little excited, I quickly whipped my tank top over my head exposing my full breasts to the warm night air. Jim grabbed the top from my hands and sat back, a smile playing on his lips. My excitement growing, I undid the waistband of my jeans and wiggled out of them. I handed them, along with my sandals, to Jim. I peeled my panties from my body and as I handed those to Jim as well, I saw him quickly bring them to his nose before smiling at me. “Very good. And oh, so nice. I’ll be right back.” My body was almost quivering with excitement and I watched excitedly as Jim got out of the driver’s door and walked back to the trunk, my clothes in his hands. Just what did he have planned? When he returned, he was carrying a towel, and something that appeared to be a piece of cardboard. He slid back into the driver’s seat and looked at me. “Lift up, Carole.” I looked at him curiously as I lifted myself slightly off of the seat. He placed the towel on the seat and then gently pushed me down. “Carole, it is very important that you listen to what I say and do everything I tell you, okay?” “Sure. You know I will.” He smiled and leaned towards me with another kiss. This time I felt his fingers reach out and cup one breast before tweaking the nipple sharply. I gasped under his kiss and felt him smile. “Good. Here –“ Jim placed a blindfold over my head and covered my eyes. It looked like one of those things that some people sleep with, but suddenly my world was dark. I could feel my heart thudding in my chest, the blood pumping through my ears. What was going to happen? “Now, move lower on the seat. Just a little. Yes, that’s it, right there. Now, spread your legs. Wide. Wider!” Jim’s voice washed over me, and though I could feel myself becoming nervous, I willingly complied. “Now, I want you to place your hands on the seat next you, palms down. Yes, that’s it. Just like that.” I could only picture in my mind what I must have looked like at that moment. Naked, blindfold covering my eyes, legs spread wide, and hands firmly planted on the seat beside me. I tried to smile, still uncertain just what he had in mind. “You look so beautiful, baby. So hot.” I gasped as I felt his lips on my nipple, kissing, sucking, and gently biting. I moved my hand to find his head, to caress his face, when suddenly the mouth left my nipple. I felt his hand on mine, pushing it back to the seat. “Baby, I want you to stay in this position until I get back, okay? Just like this. Don’t move – no matter what happens. Do you understand?” I could feel just a twinge of uncertainty rising in me. Jim was leaving me like this? Here in the parking lot? But where was he going – and why? But a tiny voice in my brain told me that Jim would not simply leave me here. I knew him better than that. “O – okay, Jim. Sure. But where are you going?” ”Don’t worry about me. I’ll be back before you know I was ever gone.” I heard the driver side door open and then slam shut. I could hear Jim as he walked on the gravel around to the passenger side of the car. I half expected him to open the door, but instead heard something that seemed to do with the windshield. Then I heard his steps fade into the distance. I was alone. Alone, naked, without sight, and in the middle of a parking lot. Could I be seen? Was I seen? Granted, I had scooted to the edge of the seat, but was my nakedness visible to anyone? At once I felt nervous, excited, fear, and longing. I could feel my nipples begin to tighten and my pussy begin to tingle. I so desperately wanted to touch myself, to rub my fingers over my sex and feel the wetness I knew was there. But Jim might be just a short distance away, watching, seeing if I were following what he asked of me. So, I stayed in that position, and waited. Time had no meaning for me, and I didn’t know how long it had been since Jim had left. I was beginning to think he wasn’t returning soon, when I suddenly heard footsteps on gravel approach the car. I smiled and heaved a sigh of relief. I imagined him walking up to the window and whispering something totally hot into my ear before we went somewhere to fuck like crazy. The footsteps stopped outside the window of the car, but there was no voice. “Jim?” I barely whispered. There was no answer. I felt fingers on my right shoulder touching my skin lightly before tracing lower. I held my breath. I knew my husband’s touch, and this wasn’t it. “Who are you?” I demanded. But the fingers continued their path, circling my breast, growing closer to the nipple. I was breathing heavily now and knew I must be pushing my breast into the hand that had now begun to squeeze the firm flesh. I was tempted to lift the blindfold and see who this person was. Just then, his fingers found my nipple, and he began to roll it between his fingers. A jolt of electricity fired into my pussy and my fingers pressed into the upholstery of the seat. I could feel my nipple growing beneath his touch. I cried out softly as he pulled the nipple from my body and then let my breast bounce back. I could hear him breathing heavily, and felt his presence as he leaned into the window. “Damn, but you are fucking hot!” The strange voice whispered into my ear. The thought that a complete stranger had found me naked and was touching me in the darkness of my husband’s car was causing my body to react to his touch. I could feel an instant wetness between my thighs as I realized this man was looking at me, touching me, enjoying the sight of me. I felt his hand move lower, across my belly to the soft down of my pussy hair. I felt his fingers tug softly at the hairs, and gasped, my hips moving towards his hands. Suddenly, his fingers were in my pussy, poking, probing, and sliding against the slick lips. As his fingers pinched my clit, I cried out as my hands clutched at the seat. “Hey, Tom! Tom! C’mon! What are you doing, man?” I heard a voice call from across the parking lot, and my heart froze. “You guys gotta see this! This is incredible! Quick!” The voice attached to the fingers probing my wet pussy yelled back. “What is it? What’s up?” ”Just come on over. You ain’t gonna believe this!” I began to tremble at the thought of another person seeing me this way. Yet, at the same time, I could feel my excitement growing. I heard the crunch of gravel and the combination of voices – there must have been 2 more guys approaching. “What’s up, Tom? Hey, what’s this?” ”Yeah, I know. And it’s for real. Look at her. Damn, but she is hot! And juicy – just check out that cunt!” My mind whirled at his words. Knowing his friends were looking on only increased my excited shame. “Jeezus! Shit, is this for real?” I suddenly felt the first set of fingers pull away to be replaced by a second set. These were not as gentle – they pinched and poked. Greedily they covered my pussy, rubbing my wetness back and forth, before I felt them ram into my cunt. I threw my head back against the seat and cried out softly. The fingers were fucking my pussy and my hips were moving against them. I could feel my wetness building, flowing over his fingers. Suddenly, I felt another set of fingers on my breasts, squeezing the nipples and pulling at the sensitive skin. My mind was whirling, my body becoming a bundle of nerves, simply feeling. The fingers ramming my cunt were fucking me, making me respond. I would need to cum soon. Then the fingers were withdrawn and my mind screamed for more. I could hear the owner of those fingers suck on them, even as the second set of fingers delved into my cunt, pushing into me. “Damn, she tastes sweet! We can’t fuck her, huh? Goddamn, but I bet she’s a good fuck. Look at her. You want to be fucked, don’t you, sweet cunt?” I was powerless to answer with the fingers pounding my cunt. I fought the desire to bring my thighs together, to rub until my clit found the satisfaction it needed. “God, look at her! She’s so fucking turned on by having her cunt fucked, she can’t even say anything!” It was true. My voice failed me as those fingers kept pounding my hot, burning, pussy. I was moving against them, wanting them even deeper. I was so close to cumming, so close to going over the edge. I didn’t want him to stop, and murmured for him to continue, to not stop. “Sorry, sweetheart, but I want a cunt I can fuck with my cock. Thanks for the warm up, though.” And with that the fingers were removed suddenly. I gasped at my now empty, aching pussy. “But you do taste so fucking sweet. Wish there could be more, but the sign says no.” Sign? What sign? What was he talking about? I could hear their footsteps moving away from the car, their jokes of needing to cum now ringing in my ears. I was so close to cumming that I almost moved my hands to my pussy just to give me relief. However, before I could do so, I heard a car pull up next to the Impala. I cringed slightly, then wondered if the driver would even notice me. I heard the sounds of doors opening and closing, the voices of two men talking of the need to get drunk and laid. I heard their footsteps begin to fade, and then I heard the sounds of one stopping. “Hey, what’s that? Over there, on that Impala – see it?” “Yeah, I see it. So what? Some jerkoff’s version of a bad joke. Come on, the girls are inside, just waiting for us.” ”No, wait a minute. Let me check it out.” I heard footsteps approach once more, and stop just short of the window. “Shit! This is for real! Damn, you should see what’s sitting in the front seat just waiting to be felt up!” I felt a presence lean into the car, felt eyes staring at me. “You alone, hon? My, but you do look fine. Very fine!” I felt a hand roughly grab my breast, squeezing down hard until I yelped. “Yeah, that’s what I like. You like getting felt up? You like having men do this to you?” I vaguely heard the sound of other footsteps approaching, and then stopping. “What the hell? Well, I’ll be damned!” ”Yeah, and look at this snatch! Damn, she is fucking wet! Don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman that wet before.” I felt fingers plunging into my softness as a finger rubbed my clit. I no longer cared who was just outside the window. I needed to cum. I began to move my hips against his fingers, feeling him fuck me deeper. New fingers were on my breasts, squeezing and pinching. I grabbed the seat under me and began to frantically rub my clit against the finger that was stroking it. I could feel a warmth spread through my body – I was so fucking close. “Please, don’t stop,” I pleaded. “I need to cum, have to cum. Please!” “Yeah, you cum for us, slut, we want to see that!” His words sunk into my brain, and I began to work my hips over his hands. The other fingers were toying with my nipples, and my body felt hot. I felt my orgasm build. As his fingers continued to press against my clit, I raised my hips to meet him and felt my body tense. Then, suddenly I was thrown over the edge into a sea of complete pleasure. My mind exploded as my body spasmed under his touch. I shook and quivered even as I cried out my pleasure. I could feel my pussy gush wetness over his fingers and knew it must be soaking into the towel beneath me. I heard, vaguely, the stranger urging me on, encouraging me, but I needed none of it. I was cumming harder than I had in a long time, and finally when my pleasure began to subside, I began to realize that I was sitting in my husband’s car and a complete stranger had just plunged me into the depths of pleasure. “Damn, you are so fucking hot! Look at this, Steve, look how wet this whore got!” I felt the fingers leave my cunt, then felt them pressed against my lips. “Lick them, whore. Show me how much you like the taste of yourself.” Eagerly, I slurped the fingers between my lips and sucked down hard, enjoying the taste of my juices. “After this, I gotta go get laid,” I heard the owner of the other voice say. “Shit, I am so fucking hard now I’m ready to pop my jeans!” I felt a hand stroke my cheek. “You are fine, so fine. I hope you’re still here when I get out, cause I would love to have more of you.” I heard their footsteps fade away, and then heard their voices talking to other people. I heard laughter and then the approach of footsteps once again. Over and over, a steady stream of men gathered at the window of the Impala, their fingers searching and probing and plunging deep within me. I had lost count of how many men approached, but my pussy was dripping and my nipples tender and sore. I knew I was on display as if I were some whore, yet I could not deny the fact that I was completely aroused and needed more. Oh so much more. I needed to have my pussy filled and stretched by cock, the feel of a man pounding his hips into mine as I moved and squirmed beneath him. It took a while before I realized there had been a lull in men coming to the window of the car. I didn’t know how much time had passed, but it seemed hours. Then I heard the footsteps of yet another person approach. My body began to ready itself in anticipation of the touch of another stranger’s fingers. Instead, I heard a noise against the windshield, and my mind became suddenly alert. Had some one called the authorities? I heard the footsteps fade, and then come around the other side of the car. I heard the driver side door open, heard a body slide onto the seat, and I was about to remove the blindfold and start screaming, when a familiar voice came to me from that side of the car. “Well, did you enjoy yourself, babe? You know, I watched it all. I watched every single man who walked up to that window. Are you hot and ready for me now?” Jim reached over, sliding his hand down over my stomach to my pussy. His fingers glided easily along the slick lips. “What is this? Do you realize how wet you are? Even the towel under you is soaked. Did you enjoy those men touching you, feeling you, enjoying you? Did you enjoy playing the slut for them and for me?” I could only whimper at his touch, my body pressing against his fingers. I wanted him, I needed him, and right now. “What is it? Are you still horny? Do you want to feel my cock in that wet snatch of yours? Filling you, fucking you, giving you what all those men were not allowed to? Is that what my whore wants and needs? Tell me!” “Yes, Jim. Please, I need you to fuck me. I need to be fucked hard and fast and now!” I felt his fingers leave my pussy, and then felt them against my face as he lifted the blindfold from my eyes. I looked into his eyes and saw what he must have seen in mine – lust burning brightly. His fingers traced a pattern down my neck to my breasts, then sharply pinched an already tender nipple. I cried out more from pleasure than pain. “Please, Jim. I need you now. I’m so ready to be fucked,” I whispered into the dimness of the car. “Yes, I know you are, and you will get what you want. Here, feel this.” He placed my hand on his cock, and I could feel it stiff and hard under the jeans he wore. He looked at me and smiled. “I watched it all. I watched how you were being felt up like some little whore, and you were incredible.” He reached down and started the car and carefully pulled out of the parking stall. Not able to control myself, I reached over and quickly undid the waistband of his jeans and then the zipper. Gently grabbing his cock, I pulled it from his jeans and let my fingers run over it lightly. It was hard and the veins were beginning to bulge on the sides. I slid one nail along the shaft and heard Jim inhale sharply. Reaching down, I ran my tongue over the head of his cock, just under the ridge that formed below the head. I tickled that sensitive little spot on the underside and felt him bob involuntarily. As my lips kissed the tip of his cock, I could taste the pre-cum beginning to accumulate, and I began to suck it from him. I teased the hole of his cock, trying to urge more of his sweetness from his body. Night Out With The Guys I felt his hands moving over my skin, touching my ass and slapping it just hard enough to make me moan. I ran my tongue along the length of his cock, feeling the veins throb beneath my tongue, before once again moving towards the top. I felt his hand move up my back and then wind their way into my hair as he pushed me lower. I hungrily slid his cock between my lips, delighting in how he stretched my lips wide. As his hand guided me, I bobbed up and down, sucking and licking and devouring him. I could feel the juices from my pussy running along my thighs and knew I needed to be fucked hard and fast. I felt the car suddenly veer off to the right, and then felt a bumpiness that told me we were no longer on the road. The car came to sudden stop, and Jim pulled up on my hair. “Come.” He opened the car door and slid from the seat, pulling my arm as he did so. I scrambled across the seat and felt the coolness of grass beneath my feet. Jim had pulled into a small clearing in a heavily wooded area, and the smell of the grass and the trees filled my senses. I didn’t have long to linger on those scents as Jim pulled me into his arms, his lips on mine. His kisses were so hard, I felt he would bruise my lips, yet I eagerly returned them. He pulled away suddenly and looked into my face in the semi brightness of the moonlight. “You enjoyed having those men feel you up, didn’t you? You liked playing the slut tonight, yes?” “Y-yes. Oh God, yes, Jim!” “And you don’t even know who those men were, did you? For all you know you might very well meet them again. And I’m certain they will remember you, your incredible body, but you won’t know. Doesn’t that make you feel even more the slut?” His words rang through my brain, and as they did so, I could feel a slight gush between my thighs. I knew deep down I should care, but my body and mind were reacting to my husband’s excitement. Yes, I did feel like a slut, a whore – but I felt every nerve alive and needing his touch. I grabbed Jim’s hands and brought them to my breasts. “You want me to fuck you right here, don’t you? Well, I’m not one to disappoint you, am I?” He grabbed me around the waist and quickly lifted me until I was seated on the trunk of the car. I felt the cold metal against my ass, but before it could truly register, Jim grabbed my ankles and spread my legs up and wide, revealing myself to him. I grabbed his cock and ran it along my soaked pussy sighing at the feel of him, my eyes slightly closed with lust and longing. When his cock reached the entrance to my cunt, Jim thrust his hips forward and rammed his cock fully into me. I had never before been so ready for him. His hands clutched my ankles as I steadied myself with one hand behind me on the trunk of the car. I could feel him pounding in and out of me, felt my ass slide across the cool metal of the car. My moans filled the night air as I reached down and began rubbing my enlarged clit. I watched as Jim looked at his cock sliding in and out of me, coated with my juices. “How many fingers were shoved up your snatch tonight? Or did you bother to count? Did they feel good, slut? Stretching you, making you wet, making you ready for me to fuck you?” I could barely utter anything – my concentration was on my clit and my throat was suddenly dry. I was grunting and groaning and needing to cum. I felt wanton and my need was great. I could feel my body tensing, preparing to cum, preparing to give me the ultimate in pleasure. “Oh yes, my little slut. That’s it. I want you to cum for me. I want to feel your slutty cunt grabbing down on my cock. Cum for me, my whore, cum for me!” As his words sank into my brain, I felt my body lurch and jerk and suddenly my orgasm was upon me. I cried out into the woods, and could feel my pussy convulsing and clenching around my husband’s cock. As wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, I felt as though I would never stop. All the pent up feelings from the evening came bursting through, and I simply let go. When I finally recovered my breathing and felt my body loosen, I looked at Jim. His eyes were still glazed over with lust. He looked into my eyes hard and long. Before I knew what was happening, he pulled me from the car and turned me around. Bending me over the fender, he placed his feet between mine and spread my legs wide. I felt his cock slide between my thighs, my slit even wetter than before. He found the entrance to my pussy quickly and pushed into me, slamming my body against the metal of the car. He leaned over me, grabbing my wrists and holding them above my head. His lips were at my ear and I could hear his ragged breathing. “I saw every expression on your face as those men were enjoying you, slut. And you were enjoying it, weren’t you? You mouth slack with desire, I could imagine your eyes closed behind the blindfold. I’ll bet your nipples were hard, weren’t they? And I’ll bet they were used, pinched, and tweaked, and you loved every minute of it.” As he spoke, his thrusts became harder and harder until he was fairly flying in and out of my cunt. My breasts were sliding across the metal of the car, and my nipples scrapping against the car caused me to feel a jolt of pleasure course through my body. “Didn’t you!” “Yes, Jim, I was used, my nipples, my cunt, everything.” ”And I’ll bet my nasty little whore enjoyed it all, didn’t she?” ”Yes, oh yes, I did!” I felt slightly flushed at having admitted my own enjoyment, but was past the point of caring. “But the only cum you are going to have is mine. And you are aching for it, aren’t you?” No longer able to respond, I moved against him, letting him know to go deeper and faster. I was not disappointed. I could feel my body ready to cum once again, and began to feel a warmth spread through me. As my body tensed slightly, I knew I was close. “Oh yes, my little whore is going to cum again? Yes, cum with me – let me feel your cunt grab my cock as it shoots into you!” Raking my nails against the trunk of the car, I felt my body shake and quiver and I screamed against the metal of the trunk. At the same time, Jim slammed hard into me and cried out to the sky, his cock filling me with his cum. Both of us locked together in the ultimate pleasure, both of us riding the waves our bodies were intent on riding. Slowly, our pleasure subsided, and Jim began to make small movements as his hands moved gently along my body. I felt his kisses along my neck and back and murmured against the cool metal. He pulled me away from the car and turned me towards him. As his arms wrapped around me, we kissed deeply. I wound my arms around his neck, glad for the feel of his body next to mine. “What do you say we go home and see what happens next?” I looked up into his eyes, and smiled. “You know me, hon. I’m game for anything!” I moved towards the trunk of the car when I felt Jim’s hand on my arm, stopping me. “Hon, my clothes –“ “You won’t need those. Just get back into the car.” ”Jim, when we get back to the base, what then?” I acted as though I were afraid of his subjugation, when in reality I could feel my body tingling. “We can worry about that when we get back. Now, in you go!” Rushing towards the front seat, I slid along the seat and settled on the passenger side. Jim climbed behind the wheel and started the engine. As he pulled back onto the road, he looked over at me and smiled. His hand reached out and stroked my thigh. I moved closer to him, wanting to feel his touch, needing his touch. “Tell me. I want to know.” ”Know what?” My voice was filled with coyness. “I want to know every thought that ran through your head while those men were touching you. I want to know what you felt – from the way your nipples tightened by being pinched to the way your cunt soaked that towel you’re sitting on. All of it!” I could feel myself blushing slightly in the dim interior of the car. It had been one thing to experience what I had, another to know my husband had been watching, and quite another to describe to him what I felt and thought. I took a deep breath and placed my hand over his and began to tell him how I felt and what was going through my mind. As I did, I felt myself reliving each man’s touch that night and could feel my pussy, already wet, beginning to soak the towel once again. I brushed my hand along Jim’s thigh and was surprised at the bulge his cock was beginning to make. Knowing my words were having an impact, I began to delve into my story, developing the details for him so he could feel as though he were actually in the car with me when all those men were feeling me up. We arrived at the base and it was quite late. It must have been past 3 in the morning. I was now acutely aware of my nakedness and my dripping pussy and the fact that my husband was sitting next to me, his cock hard and pressing against his jeans. He easily pulled into a parking spot near the barracks, and I quickly glanced at him in the lights of the parking lot. To get to our home, we would have to walk through the parking lot, past a row of barracks, and across a small open area. Jim leaned in to me and gave me a kiss, his fingers probing my pussy. I could feel his fingers sliding easily into me, my wetness giving him no resistance. “Well, I think it’s time to get home and fuck, don’t you?” “But Jim! I mean, we have to go through the parking lot, and, well, my clothes.” “I’ll bring your clothes. Here’s the keys. You get home.” I looked at him and the thought of running through the parking lot and past the barracks sent a pleasant chill down my spine. The thought, the possibility that some one might be getting up in the middle of the night, passing a window and look out to see my naked body running past was enough to set my pussy aflame. When I opened the door, the dome light caught on a piece of cardboard on the floor. The cardboard Jim had had earlier. “Please feel me up!” The note was printed nicely and clearly. I looked at Jim and then back at the sign. “What is this?” He smiled as he stepped from the car. “That was the invitation.” I stared at the sign again, and then smiled. I grabbed it and stepped outside of the car. The warm breeze caressed my nakedness and I suddenly felt freer than I had in a long time. Shutting the door, I looked about quickly but could not find anyone about. Catching Jim’s eye, I couldn’t help but notice the smile on his lips. Holding my head high, I began to walk across the parking lot. I tried to maintain some dignity, but my body was aching to be fucked again and I couldn’t wait to get back to the house. Suddenly, the door to one of the barracks opened on the opposite end of the parking lot. My heart thudding, I began to sprint across the asphalt. From the corner of my eye, I could see a figure emerging from the doorway, and ran all the faster. Reaching the end of the parking lot, I felt the grass beneath my feet, but now I was running between two barracks with windows on each side. Windows open to catch a breeze in the warm night air. Was anyone looking outside? Could I be seen? I hurried, wanting to reach home. The end of the barracks flew by and I was on the grass clearing. Now I could be seen clearly by those in the houses behind the barracks. Yet, I felt deliciously naughty, alive, and free. I even thought of staying right here on the grass and letting Jim fuck me here. But if we were caught, it could hurt his career. I reached the house, and quickly unlocked the door. Rushing inside, I closed the door and stood leaning against the wall, breathing deeply. Suddenly the door opened, and Jim walked through. He was carrying my clothes. A big smiled played across his lips. I looked at him with a question. “Damn, you should have seen the double take that sailor took when he came out of the barracks!” “What?! He saw me? Are you sure? Did he know I was naked?” “He saw you, and I’m pretty certain he knew you were naked, though who can be sure? I didn’t ask him, but you caught his attention.” I stood there imagining the look on the stranger’s face as he caught a glimpse of my naked body rushing towards home. Yet, I felt a burning need that had to be satisfied. Rushing towards Jim, I grabbed him about the neck, and wrapped one leg around his. As my lips eagerly sought his, I rubbed my pussy against the crotch of his jeans. I could feel him moving towards the bedroom, but I released my kiss. “No, Jim. Here. Now. I need you!” That night Jim and I fucked on the floor of the living room just as though we were two horny teenagers. The thought and remembrance of those strange men touching me, Jim fucking me in the open against his car, the image of being seen running naked all welled up inside of me until I orgasmed more than I’d ever had before. Jim and I fucked until the sun came peeking through the window before we stumbled off to bed, exhausted and very happy. I’ve always kept that cardboard sign as a reminder of that night and the passion Jim and I shared. Let’s see, right over here, in this box. Yes, here it is. A bit worn, I’m afraid, but it is still readable. Maybe I should hang this on the bedroom door so he will see it when he comes home from work. What do you think? Yes, I think I’ll do just that. Oh, I suppose you must excuse me now. I have some things I need to do before he gets home.