SOLDIER TOY!

      Here we go again. You know the first card game after shore
leave is going to be a whole mess of bullshit stories about sex.
Those of the boys who do get "lucky" are those who pay for it.  I've
seen their "girlfriends" meet them just beyond the dock.  I hope to
God that these "lucky" guys don't one day find themselves with a social
disease as a souvenir of how lucky they had been.
     It's not that I haven't been approached or even thought about
it thru the night. And I don't mean to sound holier than thou. Three
reasons for not taking the plunge: 1:The above stated reason (imagine
me, walking into a doctors office with the drips!) 2:I'm saving my
money to enhance the grants for college that I've already and will be
receiving (which is the reason I'm in the service in the first place)
3:(and probably foremost) I'm shy.
     I was brought up on old fashion ideals. My father was an Idaho
farmer who had sold his farm (before it went into total bankruptcy) and
relocated his family to San Martin California. I graduated high school
in Idaho, and planed on helping my dad with potatoes for the rest of my
life. You wouldn't believe the shock when I heard his decision to move.
Not only did it mean moving away from everything I knew, but also the
friends, who I took for granted would always be there.
     At first I was dead set on staying in Idaho. It became quickly
apparent that jobs were scarce and those that were to be found were
minimum wage, with no benefits of learning a trade. (Picture this: I'm
50 years old, and somebody asks my kid what his dad does for a living,
and my kid says [with pride?] "My dad's a journeyman hamburger maker!")
So off to California we did roll!
     I spent the first couple of years in California helping my dad
establish his new business and going to the local junior college. But as
most boys after the age of puberty find out, spending 13 hour plus a day
with anyone (even if he is your own father) gets to be pretty hard. But
the college was giving me the opportunity to see that there were other
jobs than farming potatoes and working horses (dads new endeavor).
     I decided I wanted to study medicine. My high school grade point
average was no problem and I flew through the entrance exams, applied for
and was accepted for several grants, but I could still foresee money
being a key issue even so.
     The navy collage fund was available and the collage promised me
the grants and the classes would still be open when I got out. What's two
years? So a sailing I will go.
     The only problem with sharing a bunker with other guys is that it
was hard to maintain my one bad habit. I couldn't get to sleep with out my
high school infatuation sneaking into my head and causing me to have a
raging hardon. As far as I've known there was only one way to get rid of
it and get to sleep. For a while it seemed safe to go to the head and
"relieve" myself. It didn't take any more than once that the sergeant came
in that I couldn't continue in there.

     Then I stayed awake in my bunk and waited until I heard nothing
but snoring coming from other bunks. At first I didn't think it was gonna
pan out. Damn did I get tired. But then Brenda came. Suddenly I was wide
awake. The thought of what was about to come down in the middle of a bunker
full of sleeping soldiers was pretty nostalgic. The thought of getting
caught was doubling the excitement that didn't need doubling at all. When
Brenda was there in my mind, there was no stopping what was gonna happen
next.
     My mind was racing now, the distraction was total. I started
rubbing myself and knew that what ever happened happened. You could imagine
some of the consequences I could have put into consideration, but at this
moment, none of it mattered.
     I hung around Brenda all thru high school. It was always my hope
that she would take notice of me as I had noticed her. It never happened.
But what she didn't know is that I had a secret weapon. I could undress
her any time I liked. Oh I had that fine body memorized. As she took off
with another one of her stud jock boyfriends, I would take off for my room.
     Once we were hanging around in her room, listening to Beatles,
smoking cigarettes and snuffing incense. She was lying on the bed
strumming her guitar to "Girl". We were already touching legs (being that
we had been friends for quite awhile and that it was a small bed, that
much was allowed.) I watched her for a while, and I know she knew she was
being watched, for she looked a little flustered. I crossed my arms around
her knees, and put my chin on my hands. She blushed a little. This feeling
came over me that I hadn't had up to that time and hadn't had since. It was
almost a drugged feeling, as if it were something in the air. It wasn't the
hot curious built hornyness that I had felt in the past. It seemed almost
to be an animal instinctive type of sexual attraction that told me "gotta
mate NOW!". I started to rub her thighs. She was definatly blushing and
getting warmer. My head was between her knees, thou I kept a slow monitor
on her reaction. She wasn't rejecting me, but she was trying not to show
that she noticed my advances. Oh, did I want her to notice. I needed her
to notice. My hands were rubbing her hips and the lower part of her
beautiful buttocks. Her guitar playing slowed down and I could hear her
breathing quicken. I decided to be a little more aggressive about
communicating the way I felt at that moment (she was still pretending not
to notice!) and kissed the inside of her thigh.
     Alas, this is where reality and fantasy has to break. Reality was
that she said "Stephen! My mother could walk in at any moment! How would
it look, you having your head between my legs!" Of course, being the
gentleman that I am I complied with her logic,
        and kissed the inside of her thigh. Her leg felt hot on my
lips, even thru the jeans she was wearing. Her legs came together, and she
let out a little screech. She dropped the pick she was using and put her
hand in my hair. her legs loosened to allow me to continue my lip probe
exploration. I moved my hands up her blouse, feeling her tight belly. As my
face moved down closer to her crotch, my hands move further up her blouse.
I could feel her ribs and her breathing. My lips reached mark and my hands
circled her tits at about the same time. I tryed to get a whiff of her, but
the jeans weren't giving anything away. The heat was blistering. My hands
did little circles around her tits and then brushed around the curvature.
Even thru the bra I could feel how hard her nipples were. My head was
spinning thinking about sucking on those nipples, about tonguing her clit,
about...Then she pushed me away. It wasn't going to stop here, was it? I
could imagine my face being that of a puppy dog feeling abandoned for the
moment. I was so sensitive at that moment that I just about jumped out of
my skin. But then she put down her guitar, and started unbuttoning her
blouse. She unhooked her bra, not exposing her boobs yet, leaving that
accomplishment for me. She unsnapped and unzipped her pants, took them off
and threw them aside. She smiled evilly as she saw me gawking at lacy bikini
underwear. "Now where were we" she said as she laid back into the position
she had been in before. She grabbed my head and pulled it down between her
legs once more, not getting any resistance from me. Now I could get a nice
whiff of her pussy and did so appreciatably. She had touched some perfume
on it earlier and gave her a sweat damp smell. I licked her where her leg
and crotch met, and my nose touched her panties where the slit shadowed
them.

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 She wasn't only hot, but she was wet too! Gads, I heard about these
sort of things happening in mens magazines before, but I never thought of
a woman getting this horny with me! I thought that that sort of thing was
reserved for the great lovers of the world!
      She pulled my face up to her breast, slowly so that I could work my
tongue on her flat belly, and then on her ribs. Oh I wanted to eat her all
up!!! Finally I got to where her bra lay loose. I pick it up with my teeth
and exposed her tits. Of course they were everything that I imagined they
would be... Perfectly rounded mounds, with a tapered dark patch on top,
ending with an erected nipple that stood at least 1/4 inch proud. I
couldn't help myself. I couldn't hold back. I attacked that nipple with
a furry that would have otherwise had frightened me. I sucked it and rolled
it between my lips.
     In the mean time Brenda was working her hands down my body and was
now with in touching distance of the bulge in my pants. She wasted no time
in unzipping my pants and pulling my hard cock out. I saw her eyes look at
it admiringly, as she rubbed it up and down the shaft. She fingered it
around the head, spiraling until she finger followed the slit. As she
pulled her finger away, a string of pre-cum stretched between it and her
finger until it stretched just too thin. Then she smiled at me maliciously
and brought her finger to her tongue. There she brought her finger away to
show the string now between her finger and her tongue. I just about melted.
I guessed what I was in for! she pulled me up by the belt hoops until my
cock was just inches from her face. She stroked it and played with it making
little "mmm" noises to show how delicious she thought it would be. Then she
pulled it slowly closer to her mouth. I'm sensitive to everything down there
and can feel her breath as she opens her mouth to...
     And that's where the fantasie ends, abruptly I must add, but not
unpleasantly. And as always, the jobs not finished until the paper work's
done. I always snuck tissue in my bunk with me for the purpose of cleaning
up afterward. It's hell not trying to scream as the tissue comes across my
sensitive head.
     This time shore leave almost took us by surprise. Usually we would
be heading into San Francisco, and it would be scheduled months ahead. This
time we only had a week to plan and we were going to San Diego. They told
the percentage of us that we couldn't stay on the ship. My only guess is
that they had some top secret weaponry being loaded.
     My shore leaves had always been close enough to home for my parents
to come and pick me up and spend at home. Because of my wish to put as much
away for college as possible, I sure didn't want to put a lot of money into
staying at a motel this time. My parents arranged for me to stay with some
business associates of theirs for the weekend.
     As I got off the ship I started looking around for a couple that
were to be in their mid to late 30s. I was getting kind of discouraged
'cause as I passed all that I saw, they proved to be only onlookers.
Suddenly a pretty lady who looked to be a model in her 20's wearing tight
cutoffs with slits up the hips and a bikini top waved to me. I avoided
looking at her for too very long, even though she was definatly a looker.
I really didn't need any kind of interaction right now thank you very much.
As I continued my search, she pushed thru the crowd toward me.
     "Stephen! Stephen Durn!" I turned around and there she was! "your
parents told us that you would be docking here 8:30 sharp. Navy's pretty
prompt, eh?" My mouth went dry and I had to swallow hard as I looked into
those blue smiling eyes. Still all I managed to gutter out was "uh-huh"
     I followed her back into the parking lot at enough of a distance to
watch the way she walked. Art in motion didn't quite meet up with the
description that I held for that body. Even with the lack of cloth in her
choice of clothing, you couldn't see any tan lines. Yet tan she was. She
stood 5'7 with straight blond hair past her shoulders. Oh you could guess
the rest of the description. Legs up to here, muscle toned, very nicely
proportioned.
     She headed for a blue Jeep Wrangler. I closed the gap between us,
'cause her husband was in the car, and I didn't want him to see me studying
her. As we came to the car, he stepped out. He stood about 6'2, blond, also
tan and muscle toned. Definatly not someone you would want in the opposite
corner in a boxing match. They were definatly the perfect southern
California couple.
     We got my luggage in the back and climbed into the Jeep and headed
off. The woman turned around and introduced me. "Stephen, this is my husband
Jerry, and I'm Barb." I nodded to Jerry as he looked in the mirror. "You
look awfully tired." I nodded and took a deep breath, choosing my words
carefully, 'cause I felt a need to control what I said. I imagined myself
blurting out "I want you to have my baby!"
     What I did say was "we were up all night preparing to dock."
     It wasn't anymore than a half an hour that Jerry pulled the Jeep
into a drive. The house was a ranch style, sitting on a lot that was a
little bit larger than most in this area. Around the back was a board type
fence that stood all of 8 feet tall. I didn't doubt that they got all the
privacy they wanted, which may also explain the lack of tan lines on Barb.
Great care and expense went into the landscaping, and the result I decided,
was my dream house.
     Jerry showed me to an in-door patio with a fold out bed couch.
"You might just want to take a nap now," he said "there is definatly a lot
to see in San Diego, and we're going to take a quick tour this afternoon."
He showed my where to put my clothes and how to work the couch and he
activated a dimmer switch that closed the vertical blinds so that the room
became dusky before he left. There was an excellent breeze and I just
imagined myself spending the rest of my life in this room. I got out my
shorts and a tank top and took off my uniform. The couch proved to be very
comfortable, with just the under cover covering me. This was relaxation!!!
      But then Brenda started knocking. Damn I wish that girl would leave
me alone!!!
..I just about melted. I guessed what I was in for! she pulled me up by the
belt hoops until my cock was just inches from her face. She stroked it and
played with it making little "mmm" noises to show how delicious she thought
it would be. Then she pulls it slowly closer to her mouth. I'm sensitive to
everything down there and can feel her breath...
     Just then I snapped to quickly as I heard somebody twisting the door
knob. I got covered up before the door actually opened. I somehow had an
image of Brendas mother entering the room, but then got back to reality.
Barb peeked around the corner, and I looked back at her pretending to have
sleepy eyes.
     "I'm sorry to have barged in on you, but I didn't wish to wake you.
Me and Jerry were going to go riding and this is where I keep the horse
blankets." She then pauses and looks at me. "Are you having trouble getting
to sleep?" I nod. "Are you uncomfortable?" I shake my head. "Well let me
tell you a little secret" she said as she sat on the edge of the bed. "if
you go to bed eating a cucumber and fall asleep and roll over on it you
might get a nasty surprise!" Huh?
     Then I looked down. I may have covered myself up, but I couldn't
have revealed myself more clearly. The circus came to town. The heat built
up in my cheeks.

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