Sliding off of him, I kissed him deeply, my hands roaming over his chest, tracing the tattoo I found there. I knew as I lay there that I should get up and find my way back to my own room. Getting caught where I was, doing what I had just done was specifically on the list of things I wanted to avoid while I was deployed. But I couldn't move. The long days and general fatigue of being deployed combined with the deep post-orgasmic relaxation made my body feel like a cross between lead and jell-o. Unable to stop myself, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep beside him.
I wasn't sure how long I had been asleep, but I woke up some time later to the feel of a mouth on my breast. Fuzzy at first, I thought I must be dreaming, but as the fog lifted I slowly came back to reality and remembered my surroundings. Smiling, I reached out to caress his shaved head.
"Hi," I said quietly.
"Oh, did I wake you?" he asked mischievously as his licked my nipple.
"Mmmhmmm. But this is SO much better than my alarm clock," I replied.
"Good. Of course, I don't come with a snooze button, but I could stop if you would rather go back to sleep..." as he spoke he reached down to stroke my pussy.
"Don't you dare stop," I said, opening my legs a little wider.
"Oh, you like this?" he teased, feeling my body respond to his fingers.
"I do," I said as I reached for his cock. "Do you?" I squeezed him and began to stroke his shaft. "I mean, if you get to touch me, then it's only fair, right?"
"Oh I'm all about fair," he said.
"Well in that case..." I pushed him down on the bed and straddled him upside down. "This should be a very good arrangement then, huh?" I grabbed his throbbing cock and began to lick the tip as I stroked it.
Smiling, he spread my legs a little further and buried his face in my pussy.
Taking his cock in my mouth, I moaned as I felt his tongue find my clit. Determined to blow his concentration first, I began to caress his balls while I sucked his dick, running my fingernails very lightly over them.
As his tongue brought me closer to the edge, I stroked faster. Massaging with my tongue, I sucked harder and felt his body stiffen and his already rigid cock swell in my mouth. Unwilling to stop, I kept going as his hips began to buck and I felt the first streams of hot cum in my mouth. Sucking and swallowing until the spasms subsided, I released his softening cock, watching him jump as I gave his head one last lick.
"Uhhhhnnnnggghhh," he groaned.
"I agree," I replied, righting myself beside him again. "Nothing like breakfast in bed."
Glancing at the small digital clock beside his bed, I saw that I only had a few more hours until my next shift and maybe only a few more minutes until daylight.
"You'll have to forgive me for running out on you," I said, kissing his tattoo. "But we both know I can't be seen leaving here and it'll start getting light out any minute if it hasn't already." I quickly threw on my t-shirt and shorts and found my flip flops where I had kicked them off. "I'll have to start wandering in to the wrong room more often!"
"Oh yeah!" he said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me back for a kiss before I could escape. "You should plan on it."
With that, I quickly ducked out the door and hurried back to my room. The light had just started to break so I had no trouble seeing where I was going and I managed to make it into my trailer without anyone seeing me.
"Where have you been?" Lisa asked groggily when she heard me come in.
"Shhh! Sorry! I didn't mean to wake you. Go back to sleep." I whispered as I crawled into my own tiny bed. I set my alarm for a few hours later and was asleep almost as my head hit the pillow.
Careful not to wake Lisa again when I got up, I quietly got ready and headed to the JOC. I glanced down the row of trailers to his door as I passed, but I didn't see anyone. Not that I was expecting him to be standing there, really. I just wanted to catch a glimpse of him to be sure that it really happened and that I hadn't just hallucinated the whole thing after a long day and one too many anti-malaria pills.
But I didn't see him all morning and I began to wonder who he was and what he was assigned to do since he didn't seem to work in the JOC or the facility next door. By the time I headed to the DFAC to meet Lisa for lunch I had just about managed to focus on work and I congratulated myself for reading two whole reports without my brain interrupting with sizzling images and memories from the night before. My concentration streak was broken, however, before I could even make it to a table with my tray.
