Off and on for years, as I have lurked about the pages of Literotica enjoying the fares that you kind souls publish for my entertainment, and I have toyed with the idea of writing some stories, and here is the first that I am willing to 'publish.' Please provide feedback as to what you liked and didn't so I can improve on the stories as they come forth.
Now that my preamble is concluded:
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Finally over!! Basic training was over and I had just arrived at Ft Gordon, Georgia and lo and behold! WOMEN! I had forgotten what a beautiful woman looked like, smelled like, and what one felt like was certainly a vague, distant memory. Eight weeks at Fort Jackson will do that for you. In fact, at Fort Jackson, female soldiers were always called bumpy BDU's (Battle Dress Uniforms); and we were strictly forbidden to look at the bumpy BDU's. Harsh push up penalties always resulted when we were caught, and after a couple of weeks, looking was not worth the risk. I suppose when you have sixty men living in a barracks together and the average age is nineteen, staving off raging hormones in any manner possible is fair game.
We had gone through in-processing at Fort Gordon and just got off the cattle car (an uncomfortable bus with no air conditioning and tiny windows) at the training battalion, and first thing we have a formation. The battalion chaplain gives us a pep talk about how morality and military discipline were two sides of the same coin. He also included some hokey point that nothing can penetrate two sets of BDU's. His speech was lost on me, because behind him some thirty feet I could see a group of women walking and frankly what ever he had to say was of no interest -- the bumpy BDU's had my undivided attention. All I could think about was my morning hard on was staying around longer each day, and going to sleep at night was becoming impossible. Let's just say having something jab you in the stomach while you are trying to sleep is not only distracting but becomes a dolorous ritual.
I've always been fairly fit and reasonably good at sports, but being known as an athlete held little attraction for me. What did, and does, hold an attraction for me is the body female, in all of its wondrous shapes and sizes. And sauntering not thirty feet in front of me were four absolutely stunningly beautiful specimens. Well, okay, maybe not actually stunningly beautiful. I wasn't on a movie set, but my mind's eye was easily convinced of these things. My skin was alight with a tantalizing fire just looking at them and a familiar sensation was starting to churn in my loins: Which in a formation of twenty other soldiers is a decidedly bad event, especially with a chaplain looking at you.
To distract myself I started listening to the chaplain and heard the directions to the base chapel and details on how to catch the bus on Friday nights if we were Jewish. Thankfully it worked and things simmered down.
A few days later, on Saturday morning, I awoke still aching. I got out of my bunk, donned my bumble bees (a truly horrid outfit of mustard yellow shorts and the GI issued brown t-shirt) and went outside to the morning PT formation and stretched while waiting. As 0530 (that's 5:30 am boys and girls) rolled around and I was still the only one in the formation area I went to check with the Charge of Quarters (CQ) to see what time the morning formation was. On the way in, a gorgeous young lady was coming out of the barracks. By gorgeous I mean that she managed to make the bumble bees look good, which is no minor task. She had dark hair that tumbled down to her shoulders with large doe like brown eyes. Her eyes and luscious lips both had a ready smile on them. Petite and well proportioned would have been a fair way to describe her. She looked somewhat like she had been assembled by heaven for the sole purpose to be adored by someone. And luckily here I stood. She had a nice coppery skin tone and her legs were somewhat on the short side but they were truly well developed and reminded me of a cheerleader's legs. She was far better looking than the hairy-legged CQ inside, so I asked her instead. Her smile broadened as she laughed at my question.
Eliciting laughter was not exactly what I had in mind, but she had what at the time seemed like the most melodious voice I had ever heard. Okay, fine, maybe the most melodious voice in nine weeks or so, but I think you understand.
"There isn't a formation on Saturday, this isn't basic you know. The next time we have formation will be tomorrow night at 1800 hours (6:00 pm) and that is to make sure we are all here." was her reply.
"Oh, my name is Johnson, err Chip, and thanks." I turned around and headed for the parade ground, if for no other reason than to not bore holes through her clothing with my eyes.
"Hey wait a second. My name is Laura and if you are going for a run, can I come along with you? I don't really like going around the parade grounds by myself, even though I know there shouldn't be anything to be afraid of.
"Sure." But to myself I was thinking this can't be good, can it? Oh my, my.
We walked across the street to get to the Parade ground and chatted while she stretched, after watching for a bit I began to stretch again. It was really hard not to stare at her and the staring was having "adverse" effects on me. After ten minutes or so of stretching, we were ready to start jogging around the parade ground which was about one mile (1.6 km) in circumference. "You set the pace and I'll keep up with you," I said.
"Okay, keep up if you can," and off she went with a giggle. For a moment I could not help myself and just watched her jog. The way her ass flowed from left to right like a delectable pendulum mesmerized me. After a couple of seconds she stopped and said with something akin to sweet molasses sarcasm, "Are you coming or should I call the Military Police (MP's) to come get you?"
"Err, yeah, sorry" Now let me tell you something, if sleeping with a stiffening penis is difficult, jogging with one is nearly impossible and damnably impossible to hide in the bumblebees. As I caught up with her, Laura glanced down at my crotch and gave me a wry smile. Around the parade ground we went at a slow jog that allowed for plenty of conversation, where we got to know where we each came from (Texas for me, North Carolina for her), some impressions on the unit, etc. On lap two we talked about high school and college and the people we knew. Like any spring day, it was a little muggy that morning and we both worked up quite a sweat, even if it wasn't the one I wanted. As we went along, from the corner of my eye I could watch her breasts jounce a little with each stride, and they looked better than any steak dinner I had ever had. Somehow my penis maintained the semi erect state all the way around and never blossomed into a full erection: For which I was grateful.
When we got back to the barracks she left me on the steps and headed inside, and the last thing I remember about that jog was looking up and seeing the way her shorts had turned a darker color from the sweat and wondering what it would be like to dry her with my tongue. That thought alone jolted my pecker from semi-hard to a full blown hard on: And there was still nothing I could do about it. The barracks room I was in had five other troops in it and the shower was a floor communal one, so there was no place to relieve my tension. Sighing and hiding it the best I could I went in took a shower grabbed my cigarettes and went out to smoke, reflecting on the jog and Laura's physique in general. Of course obsessing over how the sweat rolled across her skin as we ran did nothing to diminish my seemingly perpetual state of horniness.
Later that day, just before sunset I was out side talking to a few of the guys when Laura came outside, when she spotted me, I was blessed with a beaming radiant smile and she came over. "Chip, do you want to grab a beer at the BX?" (BX is short for Base Exchange, something akin to a fully stocked convenience store.)
"Hrmm, stay with these baboons or go with you? No choice in my book let me grab my wallet." When I came back outside, Laura had extricated herself from the group of guys and was standing off to the side, clearly ignoring them,
"Maybe I do have a chance at her."
We drank a couple of beers at the BX hunched over the table between us flirting and chatting, somehow during the drinking the inside of her calves got to where they were touching the outside of my calves, and she never pulled away. The warmth of her leg on mine sent a torrent of heat straight to my pecker and did not subside. As we walked side by side on our way to the chow hall, I was thankful that it was night time and I was wearing BDU's, between the two they offered some cover helping hide my excited state. When we got to the chow hall I excused myself and headed to the latrine, pinching the head of my cock to get it to settle down so I could enter the chow hall with her. A couple of minutes later, when I came back she said with some measure of relish, "Everything come out okay?" while glancing down.
There aren't many times in my life when I have blushed to a bright red, but that was one, as I answered, "well no."
We ate dinner in silence, I was getting my composure back while trying to figure out what her angle was, and I can only imagine she was enjoying my predicament. We went back to the BX after dinner only to find it closed, and I asked "Now what?"
"Well, your hair is too short for us to be able to get into the enlisted club, so follow me" Laura skipped along quite merrily (okay maybe not but it sure seemed like it) as she took me out to the parade ground again. She climbed up on one of the PT (Physical Training) platforms and we stayed there, side by side flirting the night away. On occasion one of us would brush up against the other. At first it was accidental but as time went on, I covered her right hand while it was on the platform.
"Uh, sorry," I tried my best to sound sheepish or apologetic or anything other than a randy horn dog: Which of course I was
"You are fine." Laura said. It seemed that her voice a little huskier. So I kept up the contact and started to trace little shapes on her knuckles.
Her skin was smooth and warm to the touch and she squirmed in a just so manner when I traced line along her jaw and down her throat. The whole time my cock was rock hard and starving for attention, and it was not helped one bit by the fact she was running her hand along my thigh, occasionally brushing a finger tip oh so slightly along the shaft. My underwear was beginning to get damp from the pre-seminal fluid, and if she would only grab it and pull once, I was sure I would soak them through.
A couple of hours of hell later we went back to the barracks and she caressed my arm sending a high voltage current though my body when she kissed my check and murmured "Thanks" with a smile.
"ARGGGGGGGH!!!"
Sleep that night was impossible. Not only was I fantasizing about all of the things I wanted to do to Laura, but each time I rolled over I was poked myself in the stomach. Finally, fitfully sleep overcame me.
The next morning I went out to stretch again before jogging, and expectantly waited for Laura.
But she didn't show.
