Life in the National Guard was always exciting and fun. As an officer and a Company Commander, I had my very own driver assigned to me. Weekend drills were mundane, consisting mostly of inspections and classes in the Armory. I usually secluded myself in my office, signing paperwork and reviewing plans for planning future training activities and just goofing off in general. Every now and then, I’d purposefully make myself look unusually busy, just for show and if we had a visitor to the Armory.
Specialist Kanza was assigned to be my driver. I had a command Hummer Vehicle, called a HUMV, assigned to me, which was often used by the full-time sergeant for running errands to the Battalion Headquarters or for recruiting efforts, like parades or meetings at the local high schools. On drill weekends, the vehicle was always mine to use, since it was the Commander’s vehicle.
Specialist Kanza was assigned to be my driver and on our very first weekend drill at a field training post several hours away, we managed to conduct a field training exercise of a very personal nature. In fact, we never made it to the Army post and ended up in a hotel, getting to know each other in a very personable, one-on-one manner.
I longed for a repeat of that first weekend, but we didn’t have another field training exercise for two more months. As that next field training exercise weekend arrived, I called the Company First Sergeant and asked him if Specialist Kanza could pick me up from my civilian job.
“Sure,” Top replied. “Are you really going to make the training this time around?”
I reassured him I would be there.
Specialist Kanza arrived at my civilian job and diligently waited for me to come out. I was still in my civilian attire, but I had my boots and my BDU field uniform along with me.
Specialist Kanza rendered a smart hand salute as I approached the HUMV, my boots and my uniform change in hand.
“Hello, sir,” she exclaimed, as I took up my seat in the HUMV.
“I’ll change when we get there,” I noted as we drove out of the parking lot where I worked.
“I’ve got the beer,” she added with a smile crossing her face.
I nodded my head in approval.
“I have a question,” she proffered.
“Shoot,” I said.
“I have a friend that interested in joining the Guard, but she is unsure about the commitment and what we do on the weekends.”
“You can invite her along to a drill,” I replied.
“I didn’t know if I could or should,” she replied.
“Sure,” I shot back. “She’s more than welcome to ride with us,” I added.
“Are you sure?” Specialist Kanza asked.
“I’m pretty sure I can handle the two of you,” I wryly replied.
“Are you sure?” she asked, paying no attention to my snide remark, or so I thought.
“Sure,” I replied.
Kanza called her friend using her cell phone and asked what she was doing for the weekend.
“My company commander says you can join us,” Kanza said into her phone and then she said, “No, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
Kanza’s add-on comment caught my attention, but I didn’t say anything.
Kanza steered the HUMVE through some smaller streets and pulled up in front of a small wood-framed house. A young woman, about the same age as Kanza, stepped out of from behind the front door, clad in cowboy boy boots, short cut-off shorts and a pull-over t-shirt what was about two sizes too small and the word “Sexy” emblazoned on the front in huge block red letters. I knew right then we would not make it to the training post.
Sandy climbed into the back of the HUMV as Kanza steered us away from the house. I glanced behind me and introduced myself.
Sandy had long blonde wavy hair that was pinned back, and she flashed a bright smile.
“This is so cool!” she exclaimed.
“Hand me a beer,” I instructed as I nodded at the beer cooler, “and feel free to get one for yourself and get me one for Kanza.”
The chit-chat was easy-going. Sandy worked at the same nursing home as Kanza and was a certified nursing assistant. She was also a sophomore in college and studying nursing. She was single but had a boyfriend who had just enlisted in the Army.
“He should have enlisted in the National Guard,” I opined. “We have way more fun.”
Kanza shook her head in agreement, as she took a sip from her beer can.
One beer turned into two and then three as we rolled along the black top. I glanced into the backseat of the HUMV and proffered both a smile and wink at Kanza’s friend. She held up her beer and tipped it in my direction. I extended my arm, my beer in hand and proffered a toast.
“Here’s to having a good time,” I said. Sandy took a gulp from her beer.
Sandy sat with her legs uncharacteristically spread, her boot heels close together. She stretched out her right leg and slipped a lone finger along the edge of her shorts, close to her crotch.
Damn.
I looked at Kanza.
“Do you remember where we stopped the last time?” I asked.
“Oh, yes,” Kanza shot back. “Do you want to stop there again?”
“Yes,” I replied. “I think we’ll need quick relief break.”
I was pretty sure our guest knew what had previously transpired between Kanza and I at the roadside stop, but I wasn’t for sure. I glanced into the back seat of the HUMVE and asked our guest of she minded if we stopped for a bit.
“No problem with me,” she beamed. “I’m just along for the ride.”
I looked at Kanza and repeated her friend’s disclosure. Kanza didn’t say anything in return, but I am pretty sure she knew was about to transpire.
We pulled into the no-name hotel off the blacktop and I obtained a room from the proprietor, the same old man who had been there before.
As we stepped into the non-descript spartan room, I immediately claimed the bathroom. Upon rejoining my guests, Specialist Kanza immediately claimed the restroom as her friend reclined on the bed, channel surfing through the tv channels.
I stripped out of my shirt and then took up a seat on the edge of the bed to strip off my shoes and my socks. I stood up and unceremoniously dropped my trousers. There was no way to hide the tent that had formed in my spandex underwear. I looked at Sandy, who had locked eyes on my crotch.
I brazenly rubbed my erection through the fabric of my shorts, taking in a deep breath and forcibly exhaling. I plopped down on the bed and then I looked over at Sandy. She quickly looked back at the television.
“Don’t tell me you’re more interested in what’s on the TV than what’s right here beside you,” I remarked, as I worked the palm of my hand across the bulge in my underwear.
“I don’t know,” she demurely replied. She was flushed red in her face and I could tell the beer had taken its toll on her. She nervously bit down on her lower lip, her eyes shifting back and forth between my crotch and the television.
“You know,” I said, “I could sure use a little relief over here.”
“It looks like it,” she replied. “But I don’t want to step into Miranda’s territory.”
“Don’t worry,” I replied, as I pushed my underwear down my thighs, my rock hard nine-inch cock coming into full view. “We’re all good.”
Sandy closed her eyes. I reached over and pulled her in closer to where I lay prone on the bed beside her. As we kissed, she placed her hand on my manhood, wrapping her fingers around the shift of my manhood.
Kanza exited the restroom.
“Dang!” she exclaimed upon seeing me half naked and her friend’s hand wrapped around my fully exposed tool.
Sandy quickly apologized and I told Kanza, it was all my fault.
“I needed some relief,” I said.
“Well, hell,” Kanza replied, “Don’t let me stand in the way.”
“Join us,” I instructed.
Kanza placed her hands on her hips.
“You’d like that,” she replied.
“Yes,” I quickly shot back.
Kamza looked to her friend for assistance or advice. Sandy still had her hand wrapped around my cock, and one leg tossed over my extended legs.
“I am not bi,” Sandy declared.
“Neither am I,” Kanza affirmed.
“Neither am I,” I proffered up, just to try and lighten the mood.
Sandy released her grip on my manhood and cocked her head.
“But, I am always open to new experiences,” she said.
Kanza silently unbuttoned her Army uniform top. She stripped out of it and tossed it on to a nearby chair. Her t-shirt and her brassiere followed. She then sat on the edge of the bed and stripped out of her boots. She stood back up and then stripped out of her uniform trousers.
Her light pink colored lace panties were clearly soaked, through and through, clinging to her every curve. She slipped silently on to the bed and immediately pounced onto my manhood, slipping her mouth on to my cock, as Sandy watched silently from beside me.
After a pretty strong effort, Kanza pointed my manhood in Sandy’s direction, who wasted no time in taking over. Sandy stripped out of her panties and straddled my head, her moist and wet pussy positioned right on my face. I parted the lips of her pussy and pushed a finger deep inside of her. She let out a deep soulful moan as I worked my finger back and forth, in and out of her pussy.
Sandy’s oral skills were unbelievable. I was so damn close to shooting my load down her throat.
“Let me fuck you,” I called out.
I’m sure Kanza, my driver, thought I was talking to her, but in reality, I wanted Sandy. I pushed Kanza from off her perch straddling me. I pulled her friend Sandy off my cock and told her to “get on your back.”
Without any hesitation, she slipped on to her back. I spread her legs and dove in head-first, spreading the lips of her vagina with my fingers and then placing my mouth on top of her hooded clit, humming. She grabbed my head as she exploded in a gusher of body fluids. Her explosion was not something I had anticipated and as I looked up at her from between her spread legs, she breathlessly begged me to fuck her.
I hovered over her, looking down at her gorgeous body, as I pushed my cock in towards her vagina. She helped to guide me into place, and I drilled my tool deep into her pussy as she raked her manicured fingernails across my back, while wrapping her legs around my waist. She worked her hips and back and forth to meet my thrusts.
I shot my load deep inside of her while she begged “fuck me” fuck me, fuck me!” over and over. I looked over at Kanza and she had her fingers buried deep inside her pussy, feverishly working them back and forth. Suddenly, she clamped her legs together and began to shake and tremble.
I rolled on to my back between her and Sandy.
“Get on!” I decreed.
Kanza didn’t waste any time straddling me, shoving my still rock hard cock into her pussy. She leaned forward, placing her hands on my chest, as she worked her hips up and down, my cock sliding out and then back into her pussy. She balled up her hands into white-knuckled fists and began to tremble. She lowered her head and her entire body shook as a massive orgasm sent shock wave after shock wave through her tight little body.
Eventually, nature began to take hold and the three of us simply lay there, beside each other, spent, and deliriously sexually satisfied.
We eventually showered and got dressed and then staggered out to the HUMV. It was well after dark when we arrived at the Army post. Specialist Kanza dropped me off at the Officers’ Quarters and said she would be back at “zero five hundred” to pick me up for our morning physical training or “PT” as it is called in military terms.
“I”ll skip the PT,” I told her.
She looked at me, and asked, “Why?”
I simply appended my answer by saying that I was “PT’D out.”
The weekend drill was uneventful and boring. On out way back to the Armory on Sunday afternoon, as we drive past the no-name hotel, Sandy asked, “Hey, aren’t we supposed to stop here and rest?”
I looked in the back seat and smiled.
“You need to join the National Guard,” I replied. “I like your thinking.”
