This is part 2 of a story that is in the main true which happened in the early 60s.
That magical time for people of my age, when the whole world opened up before us.
As I passed throuh the camp gates the lad on sentry duty passed a few ribald comments about the time, and my appearance, asking if I had been shagging sheep, or, if I had fallen in a ditch in my drunken state.
What would he be saying if he knew the truth I thought to myself as I stumbled to the barracks, and so to bed.
Morning,,, and my brain in turmoil, had I dreamed about this, or had I realy been with an old lady the night before, must be a dream I thought as I set off to the showers.
As I started to soap myself I suddenly noticed the bite marks, or, suck marks, on my thighs, then on my stomach!!
Cricky it must be true, they will not wash off, my mind was racing again but getting nowhere, I dried and dressed and headed for rollcall, in a panic, and waiting for the first mocking calls from any of the lads who may possibly have seen me the previous night, and I found myself even blushing.
No remarks, Whew had I got away with it.
It would not leave my mind, until, mid morning I feigned a toothache and got permission to go to town to see a dentist.
Once in town I re-traced my steps from the night before until I found the gate.
It was a small gate in the middle of a hedge, leading to a small field, surrounded in the main part by shrubs and bushes, I had passed there dozens of times never realising it was there.
Confirmation, it was true, cripes.
So I returned to camp, it was in my mind the rest of the day, and, although I kept getting aroused, I had no intention of returning that night.
After shaving and showering I set off to town with the usual gang, to our usual pub, but could not stop myself looking at the gate as we passed.
Clock watching all evening, as it approached 10pm I excused myself saying I needed the toilet, and slipped out of there heading to the gate.
Having no certainty of her being there I stepped through the gate in the darkness, and as I turned to close the gate I felt a hand on my rear,,,, I almost cleared the gate in fright.
Then the soft voice and the hand pulling me, I was led across the grass to the side of the field, then she had her arms around me hugging me, she smelled lovely and scented as she pulled my head down to kiss me, that was all it took, I was lost.
She wore the same long black coat fastened closed, her hands were already roaming until she found my cock, it was like an electric shock and I was erect, immediate, like clicking a switch.
She moved back slightly pulling at my belt and in seconds my jeans were off along with my shoes, and that toothless mouth was playing magic tunes on my rampant cock.
I dont think I lasted much more than a minute before I almost choked her with a fantastic eruption, my legs shaking and trembling, her hands gripping my arse cheeks and pulling me into her. She continued to milk me until my glans was too tender and I had to push her off, I will be back to him later she told me.
As the clouds cleared a bit and I was regaining my breath she openned her coat,,,, even better than last night I told her, as, eyes flashing in the moonlight, and with a wide smile, she said she was pleased to hear so, and that she knew I would like it, It was a basque with sussies and stockings which pushed her small tits up, what there was of them, she was so tiny and thin, but,,,
her legs were like those of a 20yrs. old, full and shapely.
As I gazed at her she leaned back against the fencepole, bending her knees so she was in a squat, Get licking she said, it was more an order than an invitation, not that it bothered me, there was no way that I would not be tasting that lovely honeypot.
I dropped to my knees, but, as I moved forewards she grabbed my hair, closed her legs until my cheeks were trapped between her stockinged thighs, what a lovely feeling, I was looking straight at her vaginal lips, in the dim moonlight, just inches away, I could smell her perfumed garden, so inviting and heady, the scent of a woman aroused.
Ask me if you can lick it she said, please I said, something inside me wondering why I was begging a woman of this age.
Next, I was smothering myself in that glorious place, thrusting my tongue as deep as I could in to her, as she dragged my head into her, she squeeled out loud, put both hands behind my head and ground herself into me, rocking backwards and forewards till my teeth found her clit and my fingers slipped into her.
Nibbling at her, it took no time before she started squealing and bucking, then her thighs gripped my face again, this time with that lovely soft tender flesh above the stocking tops.
My face was soaked and it was dripping onto my chest, I was in heaven.
We collapsed to the ground gasping for breath and hugging each other, she said it had never been better in all her life.
I thought it wise not to tell her about the many previous compliments I had recieved about my oral skills. (They were developed I suppose to compensate for my not so large penis)