Greg and Mindy had been serving together for a few months now at the naval base off of the California coast. It was a small base and they both would soon be ending their time in the reserves. They had never met before landing here together on base, meeting for the first time when they sat together on the flight. Not disappointed, she was quite happy for her last few months to be able to spend time with such a handsome man.
When they met, the attraction was obvious, but she soon learned the Lieutenant Commander would be her superior and there was no way she could imagine them being together, which she was OK with as she had decided long ago to dedicate herself to her career before investing in a relationship. She could see herself with Greg, but it would have to be in another time and another place. If it was meant to be, serendipity would play a role, but for now, her rank was lieutenant and neither of them would risk losing their jobs.
Every morning she invited the sound of her alarm as she enjoyed waking up early. The brisk air was refreshing and she loved watching the sun coming up over the water. She sat in the same spot every morning, weather permitting, with her coffee and pen and paper. She loved to write and dreamed one day of writing a book. But for now she would have to settle for a notebook filled with her daily thoughts, knowing one day she would have them to go back on, hoping to use her writings for an incredible story.
Once in a while she would spot Greg doing his morning run and her breath would stop briefly. His body fit in his uniform like a glove. Every muscle lined his clothes perfectly and every time she saw him she could feel her clit begin the throb making her wet each time she saw him. Her heart would race, constantly pounding, to her what seemed like a loud tribe of drums and she hoped her attraction would not be obvious to others. Watching him run, sweat running down his back, gave her desires, desires she had not felt in so many years. She could actually feel the insides of her body burning from the heat when he was near her.
Most nights she would go back to her barracks after her shower instead of the common areas with all the others. She was one of the few women on base and had become accustomed to this way of living. Sometimes she would catch a movie, but for the most part, Mindy stayed to herself in the evenings.
After the long days of work, writing reports and making sure inventory and equipment were prepared for the fleets next day pick up, she would be quite exhausted. In the common areas, she could find most everyone watching TV or reading. Some retreated to their corners to write letters back home, and a few would play card games. It was nice to hear laughter throughout the evening and the room always smelled of fresh homemade cooking as a few civilians would come in and cook for them, which they appreciated more then they could say. Most nights Mindy would revert back to her room.
She liked the quiet time and she also liked to write her thoughts down. Especially of Greg. She may not be able to tell him how she felt, but she could write it down. And with each word she would write, it made her feel closer to him. She would run away with her thoughts and write stories of places she dreamed to be. Exotic stories of her desires. She chose to stay her distance from most evening activities mainly because she didn't want any temptation. Some nights were entirely harder than others.
She would get lost in her thoughts under the night stars she could see through her window and she craved to be touched. She would find herself in her bed listening to her soft sensual jazz music thinking of him. More than once she had stripped off her clothes and lay on her bed atop her cool soft blanket, in the dark with her indecent thoughts. This particular night she lay there with the cold breeze from the fan blowing on her.
She was steamy hot from the shower she just took, still wet, her breathing got deep and she could feel the desires building up. She felt the cool air blow on her hot clit and new she needed to touch herself. Her soft hands trembled slowly as they moved from her face down to her round full breast. She touched herself as if holding a feather, light and erotic. She circled each of her nipples softly as she felt them harden between her fingers as she continued moving slowly down her stomach, just barely touching her skin.
Her soft touches almost put her over the edge, but she was prepared for the self examination and she knew how to control herself. Her beautiful legs spread open like eagle wings while her fingers found the inside of her wet lips. As she teasingly fondled herself she found her clit, her fingers were soaked with her wetness and it allowed her to caress herself lovingly. She never knew how satisfying it was to touch herself until just recently and she could not get enough of learning her body and where she liked to be touched most.
As she entered a finger inside herself with one hand, she continued to touch her clit with the other, squeezing gently her most intense pleasure spot with her thumb and ring finger while utilizing her index finger for tapping with the right amount of pressure. She felt the build up of climax and let herself pour out her juice. She wanted so much to share herself with Greg but knew it could only be a fantasy. It wasn't long before she became dizzy from self pleasure and quickly fell asleep.
After a couple of months of working together they became quite fond of each other, but never crossed a line. They would look at each other with hungry eyes, although they always kept it professional. The little jokes would happen and they flirted, but it was always done in a tasteful manner and among themselves. He knew he needed to keep a clear head although it was almost impossible whenever she was around.
Every time she walked by or smiled, he could feel his hardness grow. She was bubbly and giggly and so kind to everyone she met. The way she glided when she walked yet was so bouncy at the same time. The way she smiled so innocently like a child. The curves of her body so feminine, yet try to mess her and she could throw any man double her size to the ground.
She was incredible. She was perfect. Every soldier on base felt the same about her. Her kindness overtook her, Not only was she beautiful, the fact that she didn't see her own beauty escalated her attractiveness. Especially to Petty Officer Thomason. He had eyes for her since she first walked on the base. He kept all of his thoughts to himself as he knew he had no chance, but it didn't stop his desires that grew below each time he saw her.
Mindy had only a couple weeks left on base. She was taking early retirement. The best part was, she was still young and had her whole life ahead of her. She wanted to travel but this time for her and not for work. She hadn't had many assignments the past week, but this particular evening she had received word of a missing pistol on base and had been assigned to complete the next days gun check for the entire personnel on base. It was doable as there were only 160 people or so, but it would take most of the day. She turned in early to make sure she was at the armory before anyone else.
The next morning, she woke up early to enjoy her daily ritual of coffee and the brilliant sunrise. As she finished her coffee, she was disappointed that she didn't see him on his run, but knew she would see him eventually later in the day. She had only a couple more weeks to be entertained with his beautiful smile. She would miss it, but was happy she got to have these last few months with him. Gathering her paperwork, she headed for the armory.
The smell was intoxicating and arousing. Never had she dreamed such a mechanic smell could ever turn her on, but she had learned from the first day handling a gun how much the smell of gun powder aroused her. She loved the feel of the cold and heavy metal of her pistol. Maybe it was the danger that went along with it, sometimes she often fantasized of using her weapon inside of her.
The thought of feeling the hard cold steel inside her always made her panties wet. Whatever it was about the pistols she could never quite explain, all she did know was that whatever it was, it made her entryway always wet and ready. A mood she loved but at the same time hated as at these times she had to control herself even though what she really wanted was to lean back and touch herself until she was weak with ecstasy.
The crates were positioned so that the check-in process would go smooth. The personnel would hand in their weapons, the guns would get inspected, identified and then returned. So far everything had been accounted for. Some of the officers would throw a quick joke at her and make her laugh, it was nice to have her there, one of the "boys", at least that is how everyone saw her and they all loved it.
There was not a person on base that wanted her to leave, especially Petty Officer Thomason. She was so kind to him, not like the other women he had known in his life. Mindy treated him like a person and with her now leaving he had to take the chance, he finally built up the courage to ask her out for one night. It was worth being discharged for.
Greg had walked in the armory and stood at the doorway. Neither Petty Officer Thomason or Mindy saw him. He leaned his body up against the wall and enjoyed what he was seeing, actually finding humor in what he was witnessing. Not exactly sure what Petty Officer Thomason was saying to Mindy, he saw Mindy slightly lay her hand on Petty Officer Thomason's hand, she smiled and told him how flattered she was, how much she enjoyed his company but she had a rule, and that was she would not date military personnel, assuring him that no matter what, they would stay in touch.
Although quite embarrassed, he accepted the answer and smiled. As he turned to walk away he saw his Lieutenant Commander and he quickly straightened his posture and stood at immediate attention. Greg struggled to hide his laughter, and sternly said, "Petty Officer, do we ask our superiors out on dates Thomason?"
Petty Officer Thomason quickly replied, "Sir, no Sir. Sir, it will not happen again Sir."
Greg, still holding his laughter back, dismissed Petty Officer Thomason assuring him this incident would be forgotten, but to not let him ever observe this behavior again. Petty Officer Thomason, relieved, let out a sigh of relief as he rushed out the door quickly.
