During the '60's those of us in the Air Force had to suffer through some crazy times. We were unlike the other services most of the time in that "very important pricks" were always visiting our bases because Air Force One is really, technically, an AirForce airplane and is flown by active duty Air Force pilots, who are assigned to it on a special duty assignment. The Air Force provided some great experiences in picking up tumbleweeds, rocks and other debris when JFK, LBJ, Tricky Dickie, The "Other Ford" were going to visit our base. But one of best things about the Air Force was the wives who couldn't fly on SAC B-52 bombers or KC135 Refueling Tankers, while their Officer husbands got to visit exotic Southeast Asia, even if only allegedly "from the air"--those of us that had been to DaNang, Udorn, PhuCat, TanSonNhut never could figure out what those visiting aircrew quarters were for if those B-52s and KC-135s had never landed there.
Gawd...., one more day of detail in picking up tumbleweeds for the visit by the President. This was driving us nuts. The base spread out over hundreds of acres, and the damn tumbleweeds and rabbit brush would blow from property surrounding the base. In more than one case in the wintertime, trunks of trees would be painted brown with green paper leaves stuck to the branches as if the tree was supposed to look like it was an evergreen Spruce, Fir, etc. Lawns were often painted a dark green if they did not have snow on them, if they had snow on them, the Air Force would go downtown and buy enough Tecksus Turf to cover the snow with. And Lady Bird Johnson was a "stickler" for trash.....she felt that caves and dug outs or hand-dug fox holes were made exclusively for this trash so it could not be seen.We often wondered what she did with her husband's cow manure at their ranch in Tecksus.
The Wing Commander, a bird colonel, wanted to get his star, and with his decaying mind he must have thought if JFK found he had picked up all the tumbleweeds and rabbit brush on the base he would be recommended to Congress for his first star as a Brigadier General. This also applied to some rocks that were or partially able to be seen. Someone had to pick them up, and at times it took a piece of heavy equipment to do just that, never mind the rattlesnakes and sage rabbits that made their home in that rockpile.
Those of us who had to pick up the shit, were then told to put on our dress uniforms and be at Base Operations at the Visiting Aircraft ramp "to welcome JFK." After thousands of hours of picking up those items to improve the looks of a high desert sand pile, we didn't really want to see JFK. Commander-In-Chief or not!
Air Force One landed, and JFK walked down the ramp. He then walked over and spoke with the Colonel and a couple of generals who came in from somewhere, and after possibly five or ten minutes, walked over to his U.S. Marine helicopter, got on board and took off for the hinterlands where a nuclear facility and some press cameramen awaited his political tour.
Those of us who had gathered the desert crop of weeds, could not believe he didn't at least thank us for the hard and stupid work done on his behalf. Perhaps he didn't address us as it was obvious he saw millions of tumbleweeds blowing across the base in all directions. Whatever happened to that full bird, I wondered--the one that just had to get his first star?
Anyway, after things got bad in Vietnam, thanks to Sir Robert Shit For Brains, the crew members in the B52's and KC-135s from SAC bases from all over the US, would go TDY (temporary duty assignment) for three months or more at a time, planes and all.
Airman like myself didn't have a lot of money, as we were only making around $70-$90 dollars a month. So we would hang around the base where we might meet a wife whose officer hubby was gone for three months, strike up a conversation and arrange to meet off base.
The first time I managed to hit on a wife was rather strange from what the other airmen told me later. I was at the Base Exchange looking for a present to send my mother for her birthday. After purchasing a gift I could afford and one I knew my mother would enjoy, I walked out of the BX and headed for the snack bar in the recreational complex.
I turned the corner at the complex and walked right into a red head that was slightly overweight. She started to fall and I grabbed at her, catching her blouse which pulled out from her skirt where it had been tucked. That would not have been a problem, but I didn't let go immediately and the buttons pulled off and exposed her white bra. I attempted to apologize but my words were stupid, even if I was twenty-two years old.
Finally I was able to express my apology and looking at the woman I noticed she was staring at me and not closing her blouse as if in some kind of awe, and shock. Thank Gawd another person happened to be near as this all went down. Then the woman looked at me and smiled and asked me, "Walk with me to my car, so no one will notice me with my blouse torn." Then she told me, "If someone comes, you move so I can stand behind you and keep any prying eyes from seeing me like this."
When we got to her car, she opened the door and turned to me. As we introduced ourselves to each other as me-Steve, and her-July, she made no attempt to cover her large 35DD appearing chest, to each other as I took her bags and placed them in the car's trunk. She wrapped her arms about my shoulders and gave me a big hug of appreciation. I reached up with my right hand and tilted her face up to meet mine as I dipped my lips to meet hers for much more than a simple hug because it was quite obvious that since she did little to cover her exposed bra from her torn blouse, she was open to a little more than proper married Air Force wife conduct.
Our mouths came together and I felt her tongue searching mine, and soon we were trying to suck each other's tonsils out. I reached down and cupped her buttocks through her skirt, pulling her hard against my stiffening cock. She pulled away as she felt my cock against her, saying she could do nothing like this here, and then she offered to drive me to my barracks or whereever was I headed. I told what I'd been doing and said that I was going downtown to the Greyhound bus station to go to my mother's for my mother's birthday. July thought that was very nice. Then we got into her car and she drove to her house. As she was pulling into the carport of her home, I knew this was officer housing, and high- ranking officer housing at that.