Chapter 1
My first experience that raised my awareness of my sexual fetish was at a party shortly after I joined the defence. At the time, I was 19 years old.
One weekend I was invited to a party with a group of mates. One of my mates knew the couple that was hosting the party. It was a typical suburban house with a pool. The hosting couple were professionals in their mid-thirties. He was friendly, but his wife was a tall brunette with a full figure.
As the night progressed, there were nearly 60 people at the party, mostly in their twenties. We sat around and drank, danced and listened to music, and noticed a few people hooking up, kissing and groping in the darker corners.
A group in the living room played cards, so I joined in and learned it was strip poker. After a few hands, I was doing well with most of my clothes on. The loser, at this point, was a young red-haired girl. She was short and a little overweight but cute with firm C-cup breasts. Bored with my strip poker success, I got another drink, returned, and sat behind the redhead. She was down to her knickers and sitting with my legs on either side. I sat close enough to feel the heat from her naked back on my chest.
She seemed very comfortable as I placed my head on her shoulder, my face against hers. She leaned into me as my right hand gently cradled her breast. Her breast was warm and firm in my hand. She continued playing poker as I was now caressing her breast and whispering in her ear how sexy she was. The group cheered and demanded her knickers when she lost the next hand. I slipped my hand down her stomach to remove them as she leaned back, lifted her bottom off the floor, and removed them.
