Basically, a true story of my first encounter with a Women's Libber of the mid 70's. Enjoying the thrill of being challenged to perform to her expectations...
"Connie," just hearing the name is sensuous to me. I savor the memories, the remembered images of soft warm naked skin, the succulent tastes of tart peaches and spicy cinnamon, and the arousing aroma of raw vanilla. These are my favorite memories... the ones that your primitive brain locks onto forever.
We met in the early '70s at the height of the Cold War... and Women's Lib. I was drawn to bold women, so one that was in the Army was a top choice. As was their aggressive style, she picked me. I was nothing special of a catch, but women who knew what they wanted and demanded more personalized attention did not intimidate me.
She was a small package of pure sensuality. Five foot three and weighing all of maybe 100 pounds soaking wet in the shower. Mid length blonde hair, typical Scandinavian blue eyes, round pixyish face with those irresistible warm, soft, pouting lips... the kind you just melted against. Smallish but perky semi pointed breasts with perpetually aroused attention hungry nipples. Her breasts were perfect for her boyish hips... a sexy butt with firm rounded and very grabble cheeks. Her breasts sat high on her chest and though firm, bobbed and swayed in the most enticing way with her every movement. She still had a slight trace of baby fat where her belly flowed down into the Army built abs that narrowed into the "V" of her merging thighs and her slightly prominent mound.
She had the sexy look of a young athlete...a swimmer with long lean legs and flowing curves. Her pixy smile had disarmed many young and inexperienced soldiers... and even a few seasoned vets. The female uniform the Army made women wear in the 70s was terrible. Drab top and medium length skirt and a blouse you would expect at a Catholic girls school. She still made it look good, especially her legs. She managed to make the skirt fit tight across her sexy ass cheeks and guys would fight each other just to walk behind her.
We first met when her supervisor brought her down to my department. I was busy so I barely acknowledged her. We had a polite conversation as the Master Sergeant introduced her. I could tell she was a bit miffed that I was not more attentive, but I had seen her princess type before. I did look up just in time to watch her tight ass sway in her tight skirt as she walked back out of my office. "Hmmmmm," I thought. "She does have a nice bold strut... self-assured... maybe worth looking into."
It was over a week before I saw her again. By now, she had settled in and made several friends... of both sexes. There was always a party going on. Being in the Army during the Vietnam War timeframe had its anxieties so a good party was the preferred way to enjoy still being alive and to let off a lot of pent up frustrations. The booze was always flowing and you had your choice or beers, wine and all the cheap liquors. When I walked in, I could quickly make out her "groupies" surrounding her over on the couch, even thru the haze of marijuana smoke that hung like a lazy fog bank about mid height in the room.
She obviously was being entertained by the puppy dog drooling guys surrounding her so I ignored her and went for the hidden fifth of Jack Daniels my friend always had in his apartment. "Mmmmmm," I loved that first sip of straight Jack. The bite, the vanilla aftertaste... I liked the feel of it going down. I guess I must have been enjoying the sensual experience a bit too much to myself as it was interrupted by Sam... or Samantha.. a full bodied young lady who loved to dance.
Actually, I loved to dance with her. She was medium height, slightly overweight... but that was mostly from her very full breasts. She had a small frame so her rounded breasts swelled out from her sides and were clearly visible from behind... a very nice set of bumpers! She was a delight to hold close. To feel those firm bouncy breasts flatten against your chest was so pleasurable. She was not beautiful; she was a full notch above plain... like me. I enjoyed her because she was real, honest, and was not in the Army just to find a husband like so many women. She wanted a career. To be someone. I liked her most because she was comfortable with herself. She was selective too. She was not a toy for guys to play with and that scared a lot of guys off. Especially the ones looking for a quick score. She had a nice body and knew how to use it. A warm smile, strawberry blonde hair... more red than blonde and green eyes. It was definitely the eyes. I could see the restrained animal lust just lurking there.
We had a history. We had hit it off early on. She wanted to learn computer skills and I was the teacher. She wanted to become a Warrant Officer and I found it fun to have her "order" me around... in bed. But for now, the idea of feeling her big breasts rubbing and flattening against my chest was exactly what I wanted. A couple of Jack and Cokes and a few close slow songs and we were grinding our bodies together. I had grown up practicing Tai Chi so even for fast dances I did not look like a spastic chicken like most of the guys.
We had a few eyes watching our antics on the dance floor...or rather the corner of the living room furthest from the table with all the food and alcohol. No need for a drunk soldier to fall and ruin all the fun for everyone while trying to dance. After getting us both worked up... she had that way with me... she said she had to run. She had to study up for her Warrants test the next day. As payback, I had to cup and massage her bouncing breasts... in full view of everyone else. I loved her nipples... they were her volume controls. The harder I tweaked them the wetter her pussy would get. She giggled and grabbed a handful of my semi erect cock and smiled back at the group in the corner. That got a raised eye from Connie and frowns from the horny hoard around her.
