As a female Army recruit, I leaned very quickly that girls cannot show any emotion in the Army. It is a sign of immaturity and a weakness. And, if a female soldier showed any weakness, I quickly leaned, there was always someone close by who would try and take advantage of that weakness.
My first assignment was in a public relations unit for the US Army. The Army recruiter, who had tried unsuccessfully to hit on me, said I would be a perfect fit for the Army public relations unit because I had “model quality good looks” and I was naturally outgoing. I didn’t see myself as a model and I sure didn’t think I was any more beautiful than any other girl, but I was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth and turn down an opportunity to learn new skills that might benefit me later in life, outside of the military.
Basic training had broken me down and molded me into a real soldier. I came out of basic training and my advanced individual training with a renewed confidence in myself. I also developed a keen awareness of the politics of the job and how the Army works with a strong system of checks and balances and something called the “chain of command”. Officers, I learned, are revered. They are also despised by some, especially if they lord over others instead of leading.
Lieutenant Bob Wilson was a friend of my platoon leader, Lieutenant Adam Crawley. I happened to meet Lieutenant Wilson by pure happenstance when he showed up in Lieutenant Crawley’s office one afternoon, at the most inopportune moment. Lieutenant Crawley and I had somehow found ourselves intimately involved with each other and while we weren’t doing anything at the moment that Lieutenant Wilson barged into my platoon leader’s office, it was painfully clear that his unannounced entry was a little bit awkward for both myself and his West Point friend.
I was assigned to Charge of Quarters, “CQ” in military parlance, which meant I had to stay up all night in the company day room, in case the emergency alert phone rang, alerting us to a mobilization order. Every Army unit has a CQ at night. About three in the morning, Lieutenant Wilson walked into our dayroom. I immediately jumped to my feet and rendered a hand salute, which he promptly returned, telling me to be “at ease.”
I didn’t immediately realize the Officer of the Day was Lieutenant Wilson. All I saw was a gold bar on the uniform and his headgear, and I immediately jumped into action. Once I was “at ease” I recognized him and he recognized me.
Almost immediately, I grew an knot in my stomach.
He smiled and asked where the Sergeant of the Guard was located. I nodded to the small office just off of the day room.
“Wake him up,” the Lieutenant instructed. I stepped into the small office and nudged the cot with my boot.
“The Officer of the Day,” I said, “is here.”
The Sergeant shot of the bed like a rocket, self-propelling himself into the day room.
“Sir, yes sir,” the Sergeant proclaimed as he stood at attention and rendered a smart hand salute.
“Sergeant,” the Lieutenant remarked, “You need to get your ass up and make the rounds to check on the guards!”
“Sir, yes, sir!” the Sergeant dutifully replied as he slipped back into his sleeping quarters and quickly donned his boots and his uniform blouse, while the Lieutenant stood nearby waiting on him to dress.
The Sergeant was out the door and gone in less than thirty seconds, leaving myself and the Lieutenant alone in the Day Room.
The nervousness in my stomach only intensified, as the Lieutenant asked if I remembered him.
“Sir, yes, sir,” I replied.
“You don’t have to call me ‘sir,” said the Lieutenant, as he took up a seat in the day room.
“So, what do I call you?” I asked.
“’Bob’ is what my friends call me,” he replied, quickly adding, “Unless of course we’re around others and then we have to remain professional.”
Bob was equally as good looking as Adam Crawley, my platoon leader, only a small bit shorter and more lean-looking. His close-cropped hair and square jaw made him even more appealing.
I leaned against the counter-top of the day room and tried to size things up. I knew full well, what he would probably want, as he sat there in front of me trying to act coy and cool at the same time.
“So, you and Lieutenant Crawly were friends at West Point?” I calmly inquired.
“Roommates,” he replied, crossing and then re-crossing his legs. “We also went to airborne school together.”
“Ahh, I see,” I replied. I was super nervous, not because I was talking to an Officer, but because I knew exactly where we might be heading. I didn’t want to be thought of as a whore or easy to get, yet at the same time, I found myself kind of hoping and longing for something to happen. I was both conflicted and nervous.
“So…” I began slowly, “What has Lieutenant Crawley told you about me?”
“Everything,” he replied.
Damn. My goose was cooked.
“Everything?” I asked, trying to play stupid.
The Lieutenant quickly shot back, “Everything.”
“OK,” I replied, “What is ‘everything’?”
“Well,” the Lieutenant replied, “He told me you’re a good soldier, you’re dependable and you’re a good fuck.”
I chuckled.
“Well,” I dutifully replied, standing there with my arms outstretched and my hands on the dayroom countertop. “At least you got them right and in the proper order,” I replied.
“So, I have to ask you something,” the Lieutenant began, as he looked around to see if anyone else might be in the dayroom. “IS it just you and me that’s here right now?”
I looked around and calmly acknowledged the obvious. My day room guest stood up walked to the back of the day room, checking the back door to make sure it was secure and locked. As he made his way back towards the front of the day room, he silently checked each of the office doors to make sure they were secured and locked.
The Lieutenant stepped over to where I was still standing, watching his every move. He looked down at my boots and then slowly worked his gaze upwards, standing right in front of me. His closeness sent a shiver down my spine.
“You know,” I nervously remarked. “It is one thing to mentally undress me and something totally different, to actually do it.”
“Would you like that?” he asked.
“I might,” I replied, as I unbuttoned a button on my uniform blouse. “it just depends on how much risk YOU might want to take.”
He stepped in closer to where I was standing, practically pinning me against the countertop, as I unfastened another button to my uniform blouse.
“You are freaking crazy,” he remarked.
“….and horny,” I whispered, unbuttoning another button on my uniform top.
“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” he shot back, looping a finger into the waist band of my trousers. “But I do want you. How about if I pick you up at six in the parking lot out back.”
Oh my God! He was too damn sexy to refuse.
“Six,” I said breathlessly.
“Six,” he replied, taking a step backwards. I watched as he slipped out of the Day Room. I looked at the clock. It was three thirty-one. Six o’clock could not come fast enough.
The Lieutenant was waiting in his car in the parking lot when I stepped outside the back door of the platoon headquarters and looked around. He lightly tapped on the horn when he saw me, and I giddily hopped into his two-seater sports car.
“I was worried you might have second thoughts,” he said as he steered out of the parking lot and on to one of the post’s main roads.
“No,” I replied, “No second thoughts here.”
I was tired and sleepy, but deliriously happy to be getting away from the platoon headquarters.
The Lieutenant asked if I wanted some breakfast.
I laughed, and replied,
“Maybe a sausage patty.”
He reached across the seat divider and placed his hand on my thigh. Oh my gosh! I was about to explode, and his touch only sent me into another orbit.
We hit a drive-through just outside the main gate to the post. Both of us scarfed down breakfast sausage patty sandwiches as he drove to his apartment. I gleefully followed him up the sidewalk and into his modestly decorated apartment.
“Make yourself comfortable,” he decreed as he headed for his bedroom. I asked to use his bathroom and he graciously pointed me in the direction where I needed to go. As I stepped into his bathroom, I caught a glimpse of myself in the large bathroom mirror. OH shit! I looked like death warmed over. I don’t know what I was expecting. Having stayed up all night. I brushed my fingers through my blonde locks and decided to make the most of things.
I slipped out of my uniform and down to my panties and my bra, and then I jettisoned the bra. My nipples were rock hard in anticipation of what was to come.
I opened the door to the bathroom, clad only in my soaking wet panties to find my Lieutenant sitting on the end of his bed, taking off his boots. He looked up at me and froze.
“Do I look that bad?” I asked.
He chuckled.
“No,” he replied. “You look awesome!”
I stepped over to the bed where he was sitting and knelt in front of him, to help him out of his boots. He stood up and stripped out of his Army trousers. I could tell he was well endowed even before he slipped his bikini briefs down his tanned and chiseled thighs.
Oh my! He was simply gorgeous. His tool was huge, which didn’t bother me in the least, because I loved huge cocks. As he striped out of his t-shirt, I took hold of his cock and studied it. I loved the way the blood vessels stood out on the rigid shaft and the way his foreskin skin folded back from the greyish- colored bulb sticking out on the end of it. I lightly tongued the top end of his tool before slipping it into my mouth and deep throating him. I gently massaged his testicles as he held on to my head with hands.
I worked my way up his muscular body, planting kisses on his abs and his pecs. Somewhere in the process, I jettisoned my panties. He probed my pussy with a lone long finger and I practically melted right then and there. On my God!
We ended up on his bed, his head planted between my legs as he pleasured me in unspeakable ways. I lost complete track of my many orgasms.
I begged him to fuck me.
Although I was ready, I wasn’t prepared for the size of his massive tool entering me. I took in a deep breath and forcefully exhaled as he filled my aching pussy with his gigantic tool. Sweat poured off the both of us as he hovered over me, drilling his tool deep inside of me. I lost it at that point. My entire body shook and trembled as I dug my fingers into his biceps.
I must have blacked out at that point, because the only other thing I can remember is that I woke up hours later and the clock on his bedroom wall read 2:33pm and I was sprawled naked across my bed partner.
I toyed with his flaccid tool and to my surprise, it quickly responded. I straddled him and inserted his steel rod back into my pussy. As I did, his eyes fluttered open and he smiled.
“Good morning,” he remarked, grabbing my arms and pulling me forward and into a breath-robbing deeply passionate kiss. Oh! MY-God! What a great kisser he was.
We ended up taking showers together and somehow, we managed to scarf down a pizza. When he asked me to stay the night, I couldn’t say “no.”
We’ve now been together several months. My platoon leader is a bit jealous, but he’ll be OK. He may have had me first, but his West Point room mate has bested him by a long shot. I don’t get any breaks from Lt. Crawley on shit, but that’s OK with me. I’m good at whatever he tosses my way and I can give it back to him, just as well as he can dish it out, so long as I tack on the word “Sir.”
