Marnie could feel herself drawn to the army barracks again, like every other Friday evening. She would always finish at 5pm sharp at the Real Estate office where she worked as a receptionist and she would drive the short distance to the training barracks.
At this time of the day the soldiers were always milling around before going to the mess tent for dinner. Seeing those men in uniform stirred up feelings that always surprised her. Perhaps it was because her father had been in the army? She wasn't sure, but that warm tingling feeling that ran through her body and made her feel alive was coming back to her again.
Her earliest memories were when she was a little girl, perhaps eight or nine, and her father would arrive home from being away for months at a time. She could remember hugging him for the longest time when he came home through the front door and showered her with kisses. That was the happiest time in her life. Until that day when he didn't come home!
"Missing in action."
Her Mother read the telegram to her. Although she hadn't seen her father for over 12 years, she still could remember the musky aftershave he wore religiously after shaving. A shiver ran through her as she sat in her car as always when she was thinking of her father.
This particular Friday, the men seemed to be having an outdoor bbq, some sort of celebratory event. Marnie parked her black mustang close to the fence, but quite well covered behind some thick shrubs.
Quietly exiting the car, she crept up behind the shrubs and stood holding the fence. In this position she could see quite clearly the men, and in particular the well defined muscles in their white t-shirts and their khaki pants. Biting her lower lip stained with pink lip gloss, she inhaled deeply and felt light headed. The same tingly feeling coursed through her whenever she was there. Clinging to the fence, Marnie could feel a wetness staining her white lace panties.
Feeling naughty, Marnie lifted her tight black skirt up around her crotch and started to rub her aching pussy through her panties. Leaning on the fence, her back now to the men, her fingers slid under the lace fabric and probed her wet folds. She surprised herself as she dipped into her honey pot how wet she was. Her free hand reached and twisted her nipples through her sheer white blouse, her button nipples already erect through the thin sheer fabric. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the moment of pleasuring herself. Her body grinding in a downwards motion on her fingers, inserting them in her aching cunt. Breathing heavily, she didn't hear the couple of men who regular patrolled the perimeter of the barracks moving towards her.
Roger and Steve, who had been patrolling the outside perimeter had noticed something or someone a few minutes ago and wanted to check it out. Moving closer, they parked their car near some trees and walked cautiously towards the person at the fence. As they got closer, they could see it was a curvy woman in her early twenties perhaps, leaning against the fence with her car next to her. Her car was shadowing her so they couldn't see what she was doing but it looked like her eyes were shut and she was smiling. Roger and Steve moved closer, carefully treading in the drying grass which was growing just off the road. Steve worked out what she was doing first and nudged his friend. This girl was frigging her pussy on the barrack fence line! What an opportunity – they could really use some tight pussy at tonight's celebrations. Both men watched in awe as this young beauty moaned and caressed herself.
Several minutes passed before Marnie had the feeling that someone was watching her. She opened her eyes and screamed out in fright as she noticed Roger and Steve watching her less than ten metres away. Stumbling at the fence she quickly removed her fingers from her dripping pussy and pulled down her skirt. Roger's delight in finding this beauty on the barracks doorstep was already evident with his khaki pants already tenting a bulge. Grabbing Marnie with both arms, he forced a sloppy kiss on her lips. Marnie struggled in his strong arms, his hands gripping her tightly. Marnie was no match for Roger's strong frame as he towered over her. One of his hands slid down her body, feeling the curves it had to offer. Sliding his hand over her skirt material he hoisted it up and slid his hand over Marnie's tight, panty covered ass. Squirming under his touch, her pussy was now dripping; eager to be touched and fucked. Roger sensed it, and broke away from the kiss.
"You can come with us now to join our party, or I can charge you with trespassing. What's it going to be lady?" Roger asked her.
"I wasn't trespassing, I was lost," stammered Marnie.
