Because I was shy as a kid I, Kent Stansbury, got started late in life in a number of different areas, one of which was sexual experience. It wasn't that I didn't have chances because numerous girls told me that I was "really cute," and flirted with me often; however I had no game -- zilch, nada, zero -- because of my shyness. Also, even though I had decent grades in High School my parents were just above poor, I wasn't a star athlete, and so my only decent grades weren't nearly good enough to get a scholarship, so college was out. I took one year of community college, but by that time hated living at home, so I met with a school counselor about possible careers. She talked me into taking the ASVAB CEP test.
When the test results came back I was approached by an Army recruiter. I apparently had a hidden ability that was highly prized by quartermasters in the Army. The recruiter talked me into enlisting by promising quartermaster training and he actually delivered. The summer after my first year of community college I was in boot camp.
I really blossomed in the Army. First, I developed physically -- I apparently was a late bloomer. I enlisted when 19 years old at six foot one inch tall, 170 pounds, able to bench press 150 pounds. By the time that I was 21 I had grown one and one-half inches, weighed 190 pounds, and could bench press 300 pounds and my muscle definition was three times what it was when I enlisted.
I also found out that I really did have skills suited for working as a quartermaster. After only eighteen months I was sent to a special logistics school reserved for high achievers. The special school was in a medium-sized town in the mountains of North Carolina and was a public-private partnership jointly run by the Army, Navy, and a private corporation. The students didn't stay in barracks, but motels, the staff in a nice hotel. The classes were intense but informal and all instructors from the private corporation insisted that the students call them by their first names.
One of the visiting instructors (not her full time job) was a woman named Jen who was in her late thirties or early forties who worked for the private corporation. She has a pleasant, though ordinary, face, but even in her conservative clothes you could tell that she likely had a hot body. I felt an unusual attraction to her. I also noticed that when she answered my questions in class -- or if we met after class -- or sometimes even when we were just near each other -- she had a tick in her big blue left eye (her eyes were dichromatic -- her right eye was green). I didn't notice the tick when she was with, or answering questions of, others.
The first week of classes was Tuesday -- Friday, with Saturday and Sunday off. While I was friendly with a number of other students, male and female, I had special interest in Jen. When six of us went out for lunch Saturday, one of us having called ahead for reservations, I saw Jen, alone, in the parking lot leaving the restaurant. I broke away from the other five and approached her. "Hi Jen; did you just eat?"
She smiled when she saw me and her blue eye ticked. "Hi Kent; no there was a twenty minute wait if you didn't have a reservation and I don't like to wait so I thought I'd try someplace else."
"Would you mind if I tag along -- unless you'd like to be alone," I smiled.
"No...I mean yes...I mean...yes why don't you come with me I would love the company," she stuttered, blushing slightly.
"Let me make a quick call," I said. I got out my cellphone, called my buddy who had made the reservations who was already in the restaurant, and told him that I wouldn't be making it after all. "Brown nosing the instructor," he chuckled.
"Something like that," I chuckled back and then ended the call.
Jen and I had a very pleasant lunch except for the fact that there was something "disturbing" about her that got my mojo working. On a lark, after lunch, I suggested that we go to a local paintball center. She was intrigued, dropped me off at my motel for me to change, and then changed herself and picked me back up.
The outfit that she wore for paintball displayed her assets; I was right in believing that her body was hot. To make a long story short, we teamed up with four guys from a nearby Ranger school and the six of us won all three battles that we were in, although not without getting splattered ourselves. Jen and I were surprisingly good for our first time, but the only reason that our team won was because we had four Rangers on it -- duh! Jen and I were close together most of the time, often making body contact.
You wouldn't think that a paintball experience would be a "romantic" first date -- if that's what it was -- but it sure got my hormones raging, and from appearances it got hers flowing too. We cleaned up as best we could but I didn't want my time with Jen to end so as we got in her car I suggested "Say, Jen; why don't we stop by your hotel and you get changed, and then you drive to my motel and I'll get changed, and then we find some place for dinner."
"Uh...I'd like that," she smiled, her blue eye once again ticking.
Even though I never had "game" in High School, I was starting to develop some, and for some reason Jen motivated me more than any other woman I had been around and I thought I could pull it off given the encouraging signs I had gotten from Jen, not the least of which was the eye tick.
When we got to her hotel I said "Before I wait for you in the lobby, do you mind showing me your room -- I want to see how the other half lives, compared to my very modest motel room."
"Uh...sure...uh...OK," she stammered, again with that eye tick.
When we got to her hotel room she showed me the view and we looked around. It was very neat, and ten times nicer than my motel room. However, I wasn't really after the ambiance. When she turned from looking out the window and remarking about the view of the nearby mountains I was right next to her. I stared into her eyes.
"I love your dichromatic eyes," I said, lightly brushing her cheek with my fingers.
"Uh...you...well...most people...uh think that...they're weird," she spluttered. Since she was highly articular in the classroom I took her inability to talk while I was next to her as a good sign, especially with her blue eye fluttering.
"I think that you're the sexiest woman I've ever met," I growled, and then gently pulled her face to mine and kissed her.
It turns out that Jen was a closet sex freak. I don't think that it was two minutes since our kiss before we were naked in her room's king size bed. She had perky large east-west tits with elongated nipples, a small waist, big hips, sparse crotch hair, and an inviting small slit housing an oversized clit. I wanted to explore her pussy with my tongue and lips, but she would have none of it. "Fuck now, suck later," she groaned. Who was I to object?
Despite her wetness burying my tool in her snatch was not easy she was so snug -- but of course I managed it while we were still kissing and she had her arms around my neck and her thighs encircling my waist. She stopped kissing, groaned like a rusty door, and immediately came from penetration alone once I was completely buried. I gave her no time to recover as I mercilessly pounded her. It seemed that she either had three orgasms one after the other, or one continuous one, until I unloaded in her pussy, spewing seminal fluid like it was coming from a firehose. I momentarily lost awareness, and she apparently did too. When we separated after what seemed like a long time, yet too quickly for my tastes, my circuits were fried.
