I am sure there are plenty of women that love a man in uniform. Well I can definitely say the same thing, but for me it's more of an obsession, some might even call it a fetish. For me, seeing a handsome guy in uniform literally makes my knees weak, my head spin and my pussy always, and I do mean always, gets moist, very moist. The thought of being with a handsome tall man dressed in uniform drives me absolutely crazy with lust and desire.
So for all you men in uniform, this one is for you...
Although we have never met, we are each finished with work for the day, and we both decide to stop at a watering hole. And although I am sure you're probably not permitted to frequent bars in uniform, today you made an exception. You are already sitting at the bar enjoying your beer when I enter. As I walk through the door, I pause for a moment and take a quick look around. My eyes are immediately drawn to you, and seeing a tall handsome man in uniform, I make my way towards where you are sitting. As I approach, you turn and look at me, slowly giving me the once over. Dressed in my mid-thigh length skirt, short sleeved blouse and 3"heels, I see you eyeing me and I slow down my stride, doing the same to you. I like what I see and apparently, so do you. Stopping at the bar stool next to you, I ask, "Is this seat taken?"
"It is now," you reply beaming a smile at me.
I take a seat on the bar stool and cross my legs, noticing you looking at them and how my skirt slides up showing off more of my thighs as I do. The bartender comes over and takes my order. We sit for a few minutes not talking, but stealing little glances, catching each other's eye and smiling. It is obvious to both of us that there is an instant attraction. When my beer arrives, I take a long drink, downing about half of the bottle. I see out of the corner of my eye you are still watching me, and without looking at you I say, "It's been a very long day."
Hearing my words, and a very distinct English accent, you turn your head and respond with, "I guess so." I look at you and smile, knowing an English accent is the last thing you expected to hear.
As you look away, I look you up and down again... "Mmmm...my day is certainly looking up," I think to myself.
We strike up a conversation, you caught up in my English accent, and at the same time, me mesmerized by your gentlemanly mannerisms and southern accent. We order a couple more beers and continue talking. As we sit and enjoy our drinks, we get to know a little more about each other.
After sitting at the bar for a while, I ask, "would you like to move to a table, as the barstool is making my behind numb?"
You smile and wink at me, "I have a remedy for that."
Having a very good idea what you are referring to, I take this topic further, "would you care to share your remedy with me?"
"Well, sweetheart, I would rather show you than tell you," you reply with a broad grin. I giggle at your response and reach over placing my hand on yours. Our eyes meet and we hold the stare for a few seconds without saying anything.
We move to a booth near the corner for some privacy, and instead of sitting across from me, you sit next to me. I am somewhat surprised by you doing this, but certainly am not complaining. As you lean down to slide in, I inhale deeply and can detect the remnants of your cologne. Mmmm, very nice. We continue talking, and the conversation quickly takes on a very flirtatious tone. Little comments here and there...me saying how much I am drawn to men in uniform, you saying how much you appreciate a nice pair of long sexy legs. To my surprise, I blush and look away, and I hear you chuckling, telling me how you didn't expect a sexy woman like me to blush at a simple compliment like that.
After another couple of beers, we are sitting even closer together. With your arm on the back of the seat, you occasionally touch a few strands of my hair and run your fingers through it. While you touch my hair, I can't help but think how it would feel to have you taking a handful of my hair, gently pulling my head back and kissing my neck. With these thoughts running through my mind, I lose focus on what you are saying and have to ask you to repeat yourself. You can tell I am distracted and ask me to tell you what I was thinking about. Normally I would shy away from confessing those thoughts to someone I had just met, but since we've had a few drinks, and with a little liquid courage, I look into your eyes as I tell you.
Before I have a chance to say anything else, you do just that. As you lean down and gently kiss my neck, it sends shivers all through me. You take a few seconds kissing my neck and move up towards my earlobe. Since I always enjoy my neck kissed it makes me feel completely vulnerable to you, and I let out a long deep sigh. Pulling back from me, you let go of my hair and trail your finger down my cheek, stopping with it under my chin, lifting it up slightly. I expect you to kiss me, but instead you silently look into my eyes. You smile at me and I feel my face flush again. "Whew! What a rush!" I think to myself.
You can tell you caught me by surprise but also that I enjoyed it very much. "Darlin', there's much more when that came from," you say quietly just before downing the last of your beer.
Unsure of what to say, I finish my beer also. With the idea planted in my head, you can almost see the wheels turning...you know I am seriously thinking about your last words.
"May I buy you another drink?" you ask me with a reassuring smile.
I laugh at your question, "That's funny...I was just about to ask you the same thing...and yes, I would love another, thank you." I continue on, "I was also contemplating asking you if you would like to go somewhere else..."
