So, months have passed and our two-week drill is coming up in Jacksonville. Up until now, there hasn't been much more than having lunch together during weekend drills. Monica called me and said she was traveling to Italy after our two weeks in Jacksonville. She doesn't want to leave her car at the airport for two weeks in Jacksonville and then have to drive back to Atlanta after the flight back and wanted to know if she could ride down there with me. I said sure thing, the company would be great.
She asked if I could put her bike in the car so she would have a way to get around and not have to depend on or be a burden to me. She also would be leaving her duffle bag of Navy clothes with me and would get all of it during our next weekend drill in Atlanta. Sure, no problem. When I told my wife what I was going to do it caused a little bit of tension for a while but then came around to it being okay when she thought it out that it made sense.
Monica and I made arrangements to meet at her sister's house because for me to go to her house would be about a hundred miles out of the way. So if Joyce had seen what she was wearing, it would have been a big deal. Tight Daisy dukes with a button-up shirt tied above the navel, unbuttoned to below the top of her bra, and sandals.
So off we go south to Jacksonville. Eight hours ahead of us in the middle of August. My Subaru could make it on one tank of gas so we only had to stop for potty breaks. At some point early on, she kicked off her sandals and put her feet on the dash or out of the window. No AC in that car. Windows were always down.
Monica had beautiful long dancers' legs and pretty feet. It was nothing for us to pet each other like a swipe of the arm or across the waist with my hand. Or a hand on a leg. Well, this was too good to pass up so I put my hand on her leg and stroked it with compliments of how good she looked. A smile of confidence appeared on her face. Every once in a while I would go higher and just brush her pussy for a brief second and go back to mid-thigh. I had her wiggling for quite a while. I think her inseam was giving her a good vibration from my car's rough suspension and my teasing. When we got onto a straighter patch of road I laid my full hand on her pussy and applied pressure and she began to hump against it. It only took a few minutes and she let out a screaming climax. I said," This was going to be a fun two weeks."
Well between her schedule and mine, we had little time or privacy for the first week. We finally met up for a long lunch one afternoon. We got something light because of the heat and humidity that day. We went back to my room in the barracks. We were just having some light talk about our workweek. That was the week that an unknown private airplane had landed during the night and no one knew of it landing or who landed it. I filled her in as to what was going to happen that weekend with the unit's Bar B Q. We always cooked two pigs and all of the trimmings for a cookout for the whole unit. This was part of my being too busy during the week. We did some necking and light petting but never got into anything to produce a climax. I gave her a ride back to the tower and I went back to the Test cell.
That weekend went well with all of the busy work of buying two pigs, skinning them, and cutting them into quarters. Digging a pit and cooking all night. The hardest part was staying sober enough to cook. All day Sunday was the party. Plenty of beer since we had a beer truck with kegs inside and taps on the outside panels. Then there was the Cherokee County White Wine, also known as Moonshine. Remind me to tell you about the Wave that overdosed on Moonshine.
