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He was a great kisser, was Charles. I just
kind of leaned into him and opened my mouth to his and let him lead. I could
taste the wine on his lips and tongue as he gently sucked on my lower lip
before covering my mouth again with his and probing with his tongue. His right
hand moved from around my waist to my neck, before sliding down my front,
undoing my blouse buttons en route. Still kissing, he pushed me back gently
till I was half-lying on his bunk, my feet still on the floor but my head
cradled on soft pillows and Charles’ left arm. With his free hand, he started
to fondle my breasts through the thin material of my bra, then kissed his way
slowly, deliciously, down my throat, his hand slipping around my back and
expertly unclipping the hooks there.
“Mmm, hello again,” he murmured, planting a
kiss on each uncovered nipple in turn, making me giggle and writhe some in
anticipation. He didn’t disappoint. He licked and kissed and nipped his way all
over and around my breasts, sucking the tits into his soft mouth and rolling
his tongue against them, while his hands slid under my shoulders and down my
back, pulling me closer to his exploring mouth. He reached a hand down and
pulled my legs across his as he leaned over me, and I took advantage of the
movement and pushed my left hand down between his thighs. Charles gave a little
moan and I sighed happily as my questing fingers found the shape of his hard
cock pressing against his pants leg, and gave it a squeeze. Charles continued
to focus his attentions on my breasts, though by now he’d undone my pants and
was running his fingers around inside the waistband of my panties. I rubbed his
erection through his trousers, making him wriggle against me.
“I think it wants out,” I said, teasingly,
unzipping him and reaching inside to fondle his balls. He lay down on his side
next to me, and kissed my mouth again while I continued to work him inside his
pants. His right hand pushed slowly down the front of my panties and his
fingers started to work their magic, stroking and probing in all the right
places, making me gasp and squirm.
God, I wanted him! But I wasn’t – yet – so
far gone that I was just going to let him do it.
“Wait,” I said, panting somewhat from his
efforts, “If we’re going to do this, we should take precautions.”
He gave me one of his knowing smirks. “You
mean like locking the door?”
I giggled: “You know what I mean!”
Charles kissed me and stood up, locking the
door anyway on his way across to Pierce’s footlocker, which he blithely opened
and began to rummage through.
“What are you doing? That’s Pierce’s, isn’t
it?” I said, sitting up and unlacing my boots.
“Yes it is,” he said, “But since Pierce has
no respect for other people’s privacy or personal belongings, I no longer
trouble myself about his. He helps himself to my things whenever he feels like
it, so he can hardly object if I use…” He stood up, and half-turned so I could
see the army-issue condom packet he was holding.
I grinned. “Does he have a lot of those in
there?”
“More than his fair share,” said Charles,
closing the footlocker and returning to his own cot. He handed me the packet to
open while he stripped, and I watched admiringly as his penis sprang free of
its restraints.
“Come here, big boy,” I said, reaching up a
hand to caress his impressive length.
He moved to stand in front of me, and I
smiled up at him, still stroking him. Teasingly I put out my tongue and flicked
the tip, drawing a gasp from Charles and a little jolt as I felt him react.
With my thumb pressing against his cock’s sensitive underside, and my
forefinger on top, I rubbed him, gently but firmly, and let the tip rest on my
tongue for a moment before I licked around his foreskin, then gave it a kiss.
Carefully, I rolled the condom onto him. It didn’t stretch to his entire
length, and I hoped it wouldn’t split, but it was better than nothing.
Charles eased me back onto the bunk and
leaned over me, bracing himself either side of my ribcage so he could resume
where he’d left off. Now he didn’t have anything to undo, his hands joined in
the fun, tracing little circles over my skin, pausing here and there to tweak
and pinch. His mouth found my breasts again, nuzzling each in turn for a few
moments before moving to the other and giving that equal attention. His fingers
slid between my legs and caressed the insides of my thighs, then moved up to
twiddle and rub against my clit. Writhing in an agony of desire, I grabbed his
wrist to try to push his fingers deeper into me, begging him “Harder!… faster!…
more!… Please!”
Just as he’d always done, he took his time,
making sure he’d satisfied me first. Or maybe it just fed his own excitement,
watching a woman he desired twitch and writhe with naked lust at his touch. I
could feel the climax building, and put my arms over my head, stretching,
arching my back as my muscles spasmed and the waves of release crashed over me.
I had to grit my teeth to keep from crying out, some corner of my mind
remaining just barely aware that we were in a tent that was not exactly
soundproof.
Charles’ eyes gleamed as he gazed down at
me, and he kissed his way slowly down my body, neck to breastbone, a brief
diversion to each tit, then on down past my belly-button. He shifted position
so that he was between my legs and, placing his hands behind my knees, he
lifted them up, higher, wider. Sliding his hands to my ankles, he continued to
push them on over, till my feet were next to my own shoulders. Holding them
there, he bent forward and began to work my exposed clit with his mouth, making
the exquisite sensations start all over again as he pushed his tongue into me.
“Oh, God, please, Charles… it’s not your
tongue I want in me!” I whimpered, though I knew the way my butt was hiking up
and down gave the lie to it.
“Mmm hmm,” he replied, continuing the sweet
torture with his mouth while he held my ankles up by my ears.
I was getting close again, and he must have
realized it, as he pulled back and allowed me to lower my legs a little. He
held the backs of my knees again and leaned forward, pushing the tip of his
cock into me. I wriggled and squirmed, trying to work my way further onto him,
but he pulled it out again, held still for a moment, then pushed into me again.
This time, he kept going and I couldn’t help but give a little moan as I felt
him slide in, filling me. He moved my ankles to his shoulders and leaned over
me, his hands each side of my shoulders, and I felt him push even further in,
before he started to move his hips, fucking me with a slow, insistent rhythm
that built and built and increased in speed and urgency. Helpless but happy
beneath him, I watched him through half-closed eyes. His own eyes were closed
now, his mouth open as he gave little gasps in time to his thrusts. At the
last, he shook his head as though despairing of ever finding release. Then,
with a heartfelt groan, he shuddered, arched his back and pushed hard against
and into me as his orgasm hit.
As he peeled the condom off his softening
cock a few minutes later, he leaned over and kissed my breasts. “You know you
really ought to get dressed,” he said, “I doubt Pierce and Hunnicutt will stay
out ALL night, and I’d hate for them to find you here.”
I knew he was right, though I hated to
leave the afterglow. “Can we meet up again some time?” I asked, reaching for my
underwear as I sat up.
“I assume you mean other than in OR and the
mess tent?” he smiled, propping his head on an arm while he watched me dress.
He winked. “This is a very small camp, Lieutenant. It’s difficult to keep
anything secret around here, let along passionate rendezvous! But I’ll see what
I can do!”
To be continued
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