The sexual odyssey of two soldiers in Afghanistan continues.
This is a continuation of my earlier story Peachy Keen.
Your feedback and comments are greatly appreciated.
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In the days following my nighttime rendezvous with Captain Bennet, I walked around ISAF HQ with my head held a little higher. I also felt more relaxed and conducted my missions and driver training classes with a renewed sense of purpose. A few times, usually during the day, I caught glimpses of Captain Bennet at different places around the base. On one occasion I walked right past her as she was leaving the dining facility and I was walking inside. She was with a couple of other officers from the public affairs office and we were both wearing sunglasses so I couldn't see her eyes, but I raised my hand slightly and waved. She didn't acknowledge me, so I wasn't sure if she recognized me.
Before long, a week had gone by and I hadn't had any further interaction or contact with her. I thought about emailing her and joking about her having to retake the driver training but thought better of it. I had to contain myself. I was not on a college campus free to ask out any girl I wanted to. I was on a U.S. military base in Afghanistan and she was a captain. There were protocols; sergeants simply didn't fraternize with captains. With a sense of disappointment, I tried to keep thoughts of Captain Bennet out of my mind and focus on my daily tasks including a new training class I was to teach later that morning.
Later that afternoon, while I was printing off new licenses for the soldiers who had recently completed the driver training course, an email alert popped up on the lower right corner of my computer monitor - you have one new message. I let it sit for a few minutes while I ran the new licenses through the laminator. By the time I got around to checking my email a few minutes later, I was pleasantly surprised. The email was from Captain Bennet. I paused before clicking on it. What could she possibly want?
I opened the email and slowly read it.
"Sergeant, I've lost the driver's license you gave me last week. Please make me a new one and bring it to my room tonight at 8."
Again, the email was simply signed Captain B.
I quickly replied. "Ok, ma'am. I'll see you later." And included my signature block.
I was excited, though I had to admit I was still perplexed by Captain Bennet. Did she really lose her license and need a new one or was this just a pretext to see me again? Not wanting to make any assumptions, I printed and laminated a new license for her.
The next few hours seemed like an eternity, but I kept myself busy. I went to the base gym and worked out for a bit, showered, changed into a fresh uniform and then had some dinner with a few of the guys on my team.
Before long, it was a quarter to eight and I started to walk to over to Captain Bennet's room in the Nordstrasse barracks. Once again, I came to the front door of the building and read the sign ""Female officer barracks. No males allowed other than for official purposes." Crap! I realized then that I had left Captain Bennet's license in my other uniform shirt which was now crumpled up in my laundry bag in my room.
I knew it would take over fifteen minutes to run back to my room and get it. I decided the most logical thing to do was still to go to her room, tell her I forgot the license but that I would go get it and be right back. Without further hesitation I walked into the building. This time, as I walked down the hallway, I saw a few women walking around. They were all in shorts and t-shirts so I couldn't tell what rank any of them were, but I smiled and nodded as I calmly walked down the hallway towards the stairs. Once in the stairwell, I walked up to the third floor and turned right towards Captain Bennet's room. By the time, I arrived at her door, my heart was racing with anxiety. What if she really did just need a new license and there was nothing more to it?
I gently knocked on the door. After a few seconds, I heard Captain Bennet's voice. "Come in."
I slowly opened the door. It was dimly lit like before. As I walked in, she was sitting on her bed, wearing a sexy pair of grey and blue daisy duke shorts and an Emory university t-shirt. She sat leaning forward with one knee bent upward and her foot on the edge of the bed as she polished her toe nails.
She stopped and looked up at me.
"Ma'am, I feel like an idiot, but when I got to your building, I realized I left your license in the pocket of my other uniform shirt. I'll run back and get it now and come right back."
"It's ok," she smiled. "I really don't need a new license, sergeant; It was just a pretext to email you."
I was overcome with a sudden sense of relief and excitement.
"Come in and close the door," she said as she continued polishing her nails. I walked further into her room and closed the door behind me.
"Sorry, I'll be done in a second," she said as she put one last coat of bright red polish on her big toe.
After she was finished, she carefully stood up, walked over to her cupboard and put the nail polish away.
There was something different about her this time. Her hair was tied in bun, but that wasn't it. Suddenly it hit me. She was closer in height to me now. She was barefoot and I was wearing my combat boots which gave me a couple extra inches.
As she slowly walked to the cupboard, I admired her sexy legs and perfect tan complexion. I also detected a hint of perfume.
"I have some vodka. Would you like a drink?" she asked.
"Sure," I replied a bit too excitedly.
