Okay. Kacey Owens wasn't the sexiest thing ever. At 18, she was on the thin side. She probably weighed just over 100 pounds. She kept her mousy brown hair brushed straight back, if at all, and then held with a scruchee while at work in the fast food restaurant where we met. I was one of the so-called 'maintenance men', which meant emptying the buffalo, the large rolling garbage bin where all the plastic bags ended up before we took them to the dumpster outside. I also unloaded the twice-weekly supply trucks, cleaned the restrooms, mopped up spills, and occasionally had to plunge a clogged toilet or put a new end on an electrical cord. Not a glamorous job, but I didn't care; I had already had my career in construction. I just did it for the extra money.
Kacey was a troubled teenager. I discovered, after some long discussions with her, that she was occasionally physically abused by both her father and mother. Not badly, but enough to embarrass her and to enforce and prey upon her naturally submissive nature. As we got to know each other, things began to happen. She didn't care that I was 49 years older than her, and I certainly wasn't complaining about her age! I was in good shape after 35 years in construction, and not ready to give up sex just yet, especially if it meant getting with a young woman in her teens.
The first time we had sex was in her room at home. That was scary because of the possibility of being found out, so I began doing her in different places; once at a motel and more often, in my car. She responded eagerly. I pushed her limited sexual experience; regularly using her mouth, that wonderfully tight pussy, then I took her asshole. She became more and more submissive to me, telling me she would do anything I wanted. All I had to do was do it, she said.
This, in turn, spurred my dominant streak; one that I had never been able to indulge with my wife, due to each of us considering the other as an equal. With Kacey, however, I had nothing to lose, and I pushed her. We had a couple of threesomes with a friend of mine, and I introduced a little pain into our relationship as well. She willingly wore nipple clamps whenever I directed her to, and I spanked her ass. She also dressed much more provocatively when not at work. To be honest, she began to blossom in that 8 months we had.
I knew that her newly-found sexual awareness would make her attractive to other guys her age, and when she met Lee I wasn't surprised. We only had two more encounters after that. I urged her to devote herself to Lee, since he seemed like a responsible guy. They got engaged, and eventually married after he joined the US Navy.
I stayed on at work for another year and a half after they left town, then finally called it quits. I wanted to enjoy my 'golden years', if that's what they're supposed to be. I stayed active, and worked out until the pandemic hit. A few months ago I got a text from Kacey.
'Hey, whats up?"
I have to admit, my heart began to race a little when I saw her name on my phone. I hadn't deleted it, for whatever reason. I texted back, and we began a conversation.
'Can I call?'
I slipped away immediately, driving to the gas station near my house. I called her and we caught up a little. Lee had just deployed to the Mediterranean, she informed me. "I'm lonely," she whined.
"How long has he been gone?" I couldn't hide the sexual arousal in my voice. I knew how horny she could get.
"Three weeks," she told me.
Wow! Three and a half years, and I was suddenly thinking about sex with her again! We made plans for me to drive up and see her.
It was almost a hundred miles one way, quite a day trip, but nothing would prevent me from going! So I made excuses to my wife, got on the highway, and two hours later I was at the gate of the Navy base.
Things had tightened up considerably in the last few years, what with terrorism and the Covid-19 virus. I told them I had a friend in base housing, and they wanted to know her name. "Kacey," I said.
"Last name?"
Fuck! I wasn't sure I even knew! I told the guard that I could call her, and he told me to do it from somewhere besides the front gate. I was embarrassed and aroused. I was so close!
"Kacey? I went to the gate, but they wouldn't let me in."
She laughed. "I forgot," she told me, giggling at my discomfort. "I'll meet you at the McDonald's down the road."
Were we destined to always meet at a fast-food restaurant? I had to chuckle as I reflected on this, waiting for her to come and 'rescue' me. It seemed weird to be on 'her turf', this now-22 year old! I was 71 now, for god's sake -- what was I doing?
The poised, confident young woman who greeted me was nothing like the dependent teen I had known. As she told me later, "being a military dependent doesn't mean you have to be joined at the hip." We talked a little about what we'd been up to, and she told me she'd 'gotten with' a guy on base, but she only met him the one time.
"In the last 3 weeks?" I was shocked. It seemed she had definitely pushed her own boundaries.
She told me, "No. It was a few months ago." Which meant she'd been unfaithful to Lee even before he left. I was learning lots of things today! She went on to tell me that military wives are pretty loose and wild, once their men go off to sea. Most of them went home, but the ones who stayed had lots of company, if they wanted it. She called it 'serving the troops' and she laughed about it. She told me that wasn't her, but I wondered.
Kacey had also changed physically. She'd added 20 pounds, at least, but it was in all the right places. Her legs had filled out, as had her chest. The tank top she wore hinted at more than the little mounds I had delightedly clamped at one time, and fondled while we had sex. Her hair was darker and looked spectacular, cut in an almost 'pixie' style, which framed her face beautifully.
