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2019 - This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author.
Author's Note
: This is my entry in the "One Night in XXX Story Event". Enjoy. It is a short one.
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Report Begins...
On September xx, 1974, I was sent to xxxxxxxx to bring back to the States a young female named Kxxxx. Being the xxxxxxx xxxxx that she was, she needed to come home now that the xxxxxxx war was ending and everyone was going to be moved back to the States or the Philippines, but she was needed back in the states to be xxxxxxxxx so she would be able to function at home or placed where her innate skills could be utilized. What was so special about her. She couldn't xxxxx any disease. She was able to carry them for a xxxxx, after that, she was no longer xxxxxxxxx.
~ xxxxxxxxx ~
They will probably redact a bunch of what I write but I felt I had to put it in this report. I was sitting in the back of a C-130 on my way home from Bangkok. Well, not home, home, my home base home. I was trying to write my report. This all happened back in 1974, there were no laptop computers, no iPads, no electronics of any kind, just typewriters and they were a little too heavy and bulky to be lugging them around on an Air Force transport. So I was using a pen and paper. Try writing legibly in a bouncing and shuddering C-130. It wasn't that it was crowded or anything, it was empty, except for me and who I had been sent to get.
It all started so long ago. I have no information about why or how. I just knew I was ordered to get her, and yes, it was a she and I was to get her any way I could. Not that she was a bad person or wouldn't come with me, it was just that her skills were needed elsewhere. And now it was my job to bring her back to the States so she could be reassigned. As I was writing, I could hear her tossing and turning. It would be a while until she settled down. The night had been exciting, to say the least.
~ xxxxxxxxx ~
After I identified myself and spoke the code word, her eyes became calm. She had been tight and ready for a fight when I said her name. Once I'd spoken the code word, her shoulders relaxed. She took my hand and led me to her hotel room. It was a sleazy little place just around the corner from the club where we met, in Hathai Rat 15 Alley. That was where she always did business. Once there, she started to pack. There wasn't much. She was very quiet. Then she turned to me, looking at me with a sad look on her face and in her eyes.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked.
"Yes, very pretty," I replied, surprised at her question and surprised I answered her.
"Would you like to have sex with me?"
I shook my head, she was fast. I just gazed at her. I didn't know how to answer her. I'd just met her.
"I'm sorry?" I asked, stalling for time.
"So you don't want to have sex with me?" she asked, her eyes even sadder.
I was still stunned by the first question. Now, she'd turned it around as if I didn't want to have sex with her and, well, I did. She was so... beautiful. I couldn't find any other word to express what was standing before me and what I was staring at intently. I shook my head once again.
"Of course, I do," I replied, instantly regretting what I'd said.
It was almost like I couldn't say no to this beautiful woman, I wasn't here to have sex with her. I was here to bring her home or at least bring her back to the States and here she was wanting to know if I wanted to have sex with her. Of course, I did. Even a gay man would want to have sex with her, that's how attractive she was and how sexy she looked. I shook my head again to clear it and I couldn't believe what I was thinking.
"Do we have time? I really need to get off before we go for a long plane ride."
Again I was taken aback. I just nodded not wanting to say anything. She started peeling her clothes off. I closed my eyes, my mind muddled by her. When I turned my back on her, my mind cleared. There was something about this sweet young thing that caused me to really want her. Turning back to tell her no, my mind found itself once more wanting her, my eyes were drawn to her as she eased her clothes off that flawless body. Moving away from her wasn't an option now, I was frozen in place, gazing at her, gazing at that perfect body. Swallowing hard, there was one question I had to ask her. Only one.
"How long since you were with another?"
That stopped her. She looked up at the ceiling watching the fan spin. Her left index finger came up to her pursed lips, she was deep in thought.
"Yesterday," she said slowly, still looking up at the fan. "Yes, yesterday. I'm clean, I showered and everything. You don't know how many men want me dirty," and she was shivering.
Suddenly, the spell was broken. My mind cleared even though I was staring right at her. Her eyes were still averted, she wasn't looking at my eyes but the sadness had disappeared.
"Do you still..." she cut off her question as she just glanced at me for a second.
"We have time if you want," I said. "Our transport doesn't leave until morning... nine a.m. Do you still want too?"
"I do. You're very handsome," she almost whispered. "Most of the men I see... aren't. But it's my job here and they all seem to want me so much."
"Well, they just can't help themselves. You are after all very, very beautiful," I said softly and it was the truth.
"Thank you... what did you say your name was?"
"I didn't, but you can call me Sam."
"Thank you, Sam. You may call me Ilsa, even though you know my real name isn't Ilsa." She giggled softly.