Meg: "Too late, the arrangements are made. Mum will be looking after Ian and the reservations are confirmed. Walter is willing, more than willing, I think. And, that's all there is to it."
Eileen sat down at the table and put her face into her hands. "My god Meg, has it come to this? . . . Alright, what do I have to do?"
Meg: "OK, let's plan this out. We'll call it 'operation Walter's dick'."
Eileen: "Now, that's just crude!"
So the girls put their heads together and worked out 'the plan.'
On the following Tuesday, Eileen left for work with a carefully packed small suitcase. She had packed, unpacked, changed her selections and repacked it at least a half-dozen times. Finally, she just gave up and decided that it was as good as it was going to get. The day at work dragged on. Angela was aware of Eileen's nervous state and asked her a few times "Are you OK today?" Eileen assured her that she was fine, but kept the details to herself.
As soon as the last patient left for the day, Eileen hastily cleaned up the exam room and said her goodnights, explaining only that she had to get over to her sisters' house. Driving to Megs, she suddenly became aware of her daydreaming when a guy in a pick-up truck blared his horn at her when she failed to move immediately after the light turned to green. "Screw you asshole" she mouthed into her rear view window as she watched the red-neck looking dude fume at her.
Arriving at her sisters' house, she grabbed her bag out of the back seat and hurried in. Meagan was waiting for her, as usual, in the kitchen. The boys were sitting at the table eating an early dinner.
Meg: "Hello, you're a little earlier than I expected."
Eileen: "Oh, I can go and come back later"
Meg: "No, about ten minutes early. Not a problem. Sit down and have a little dinner."
Eileen: "Meg, I couldn't eat a bite. I'm a little nervous, as you might expect."
Eileen; "Then, why don't you go on into my room and change?"
So, Eileen went into Meg's bedroom, closed the door and stripped off the scrubs. Meg had already put out a fresh towel on the bed, so Eileen took it and went into the bathroom and started the shower. While she waited for the water to get warm, she looked at herself in the mirror. Boobs, check. She was happy that they had not shown any signs of sagging, like Megs. She knew that was coming but still a few years off; besides, Meg has much bigger boobs so there is more weight to consider. Her pussy was neatly trimmed. She had seen to that last night, and the night before. Turning to the side, she noted that her butt still looked good. Robert had called it 'perky'. Fuck him! She didn't want to think about Robert, especially tonight. She got into the shower and gave herself a good scrubbing, paying close attention to the 'girly bits'.
When she finished the shower and toweled off, she applied her antiperspirant and a generous application of her favorite Lavender body lotion. She really wanted to smell good for her upcoming 'rogering'. Pink bikini panties and a lacy pink bra completed the first layer. She opened the door to the bedroom to see Meg sitting there on the bed waiting for her. "OK, so far?" she asked.
Meg: "Looks good, but why concentrate on the knickers and bra? With any luck, you will be out of them pretty quickly!"
Eileen smiled and said: "Yeah, hopefully. What if he doesn't like me?"
Meg: "Are you kidding me? This is a horny soldier; he'd put the pork into a knot-hole in a tree given the chance."
Eileen smiled again and proceeded to finish dressing. She had agonized over her selection ever since she agreed with Meagan's plan. And, she didn't like calling it 'operation Walters dick, either." She wore a dark red blouse, almost burgundy with a Scotch plaid wrap around skirt. The red in the plaid was very close to the color of the blouse. At her sisters' suggestion, she opted for no panty-hose "They would only slow things down" being her advice. In lieu of covering her legs, she had shaved them last night and they were still nice and smooth, no stubble yet. Moderate height dark red 'low heels' finished the outfit and she was ready to go. Now, she had to pee, Damn!
Putting her dirty scrubs and underwear in a plastic bag, she closed up her luggage and, looking hopefully at her sister, announced: "I'm ready, let's go!"
The drive to the base was filled with nervous chatter. Both women were excited about the upcoming events. A quick pass through the security gate and within five minutes they were at the Post Guest House. Meagan parked close to the entrance and the girls walked in, Eileen carrying her little suitcase. Meagan registered, paid and took the key from the desk clerk. The room was on the second floor and the sisters took the elevator up and found the room. Meagan unlocked the door and Eileen walked in and looked around. A bed, two night tables, a dresser, a floor lamp, a print of a landscape over the dresser, a small flat screen TV, a bathroom with shower and a sliding glass door to a small balcony right behind some very heavy drapes. Just what she expected. She made sure that the drapes were fully closed.
Meagan hugged her and said: "Now, the plan is for you to be in the bed, with the lights out when Walt arrives. After he arrives, the script is yours to write. Will you be OK?"
Eileen: "Gawd Meg, I'm more scared now than on my wedding night."
Meg: "Well, it's hopefully going to have the same outcome."
With that, Meagan kissed her little sister on the forehead and, taking the key with her, left the room. Eileen looked at her watch, seven thirty-five. She expected her visitor, Walt, at around eight. So, she didn't need to rush. She removed her blouse and skirt, putting them on a hanger and hanging them on the metal rack that serves as a closet. Then her shoes. Why did she leave her shoes to last? Nervous, I guess. One last trip into the loo, just in case she could pee again. She didn't want to interrupt anything by having to get up to pee. Then she pulled down the covers and climbed in. Wait! 'Should she take off her bra and knickers? They hadn't planned that part. What to do? She decided to leave them on, for now. Eileen reached up and turned off the light. Too dark! She turned the light back on and got up. She turned the light on in the bathroom and closed the door to just a crack. Returning to the bed, she turned off the room light and was able to see around the room just enough not to fall over the furniture. She hopped back into the bed, lay flat on her back and began the dreaded wait.
Meanwhile, Meagan walked back to her car finding Walter waiting there as planned. She smiled up at him, told him the room number and handed him the key. "I would normally tell you to be gentle, but I think that she needs some 'energetic activity' if you get my drift."
Walter, still a little nervous and only 98 percent convinced that this isn't some elaborate joke, took the key and said: "Roger that."
Meagan, pointing to the building said: "Exactly what is needed." With that, she kissed him on the cheek, smiled and got into her car. She pulled out of the lot just as Walter was going through the entrance. Meagan couldn't get the idea that Eileen was going to 'get a little' tonight. That only brought on her own feelings of loneliness since Jim was thousands of miles away and she wouldn't be 'getting any' herself for the next few (many) months. Still dressed for work in her short-skirted suit, and on a long hour and a half ride home in the dark, Meagan found her own, non-steering hand, drifting up her thigh and rubbing lightly up and down her slit. Driving an automatic allowed her to move her left leg over enough to make room to reach all her important parts. She would be arriving home with wet panties, she was sure.
When she did get home, it was close to nine thirty. The boys were still up watching TV in the family room. "Showers and bed, you have school tomorrow!" in her best sergeants' voice. The boys grumbled a little and then decided that the youngest would shower first. They were in their room by ten and Meagan had a quick snack, and a glass of white wine. Taking a refill of the wine with her, she retired to her own room. Stripping down for her shower, she just couldn't stop thinking about her sister and what they must be doing by now. Actually, it's been two hours, so hopefully the deed has been done, at least once and perhaps an encore was next.
When she got into the shower, and after a general washdown, Meg set the drain so that the tub would fill and turned the valve so that the water ran out the spout instead of the shower. It only took a couple of minutes before it was deep enough for her to sit down and start a nice long soak. She put a little bubble bath into the water right under the spout so the froth began to accumulate quickly. Just as the water was getting up to her tits, her cell phone rang. Again with the Caissons song but this time the picture was of Jim.
Meg: "I was just thinking about you, she fibbed."
Jim: "I only have a few minutes to talk, most of the lines are busy and were limited to five minutes."
Meg: "OK, so, how are you?"
Jim: "Horny. So, how are you?
Meg: "Horny and naked, you caught me in the bath."
Jim: "Well, that's where I like to catch you, sometimes."
Meg: "I miss you terribly. Did you find out anything more about getting a leave?"
Jim: It doesn't look good unless I'm willing to extend my tour by three months, which I'm not."
Meg: "No, don't do that. We'll figure something out. Maybe I could come to Turkey?"
Jim: "If you come to Turkey, I'm the one who will be coming."
Meg: "Don't tease me. I'm way too horny."
Jim: "Well, you only need one hand to hold the phone. Why don't you reach down with the other and say hello to the girls for me? "
Meg: "The girls are already standing at attention for you."
