The glasses she wore did not detract one jot from the sex appeal that oozed from her pores. At about five foot six inches tall, and around a 36c chest and totally in proportion, when they danced she pressed herself into him and gazed into his eyes. He tried to resist, after all, he was the crew boss, but as they danced his resolve crumbled. He responded to her and pulled her closer so that she could feel his erection against her as they danced. His hands moved down to her ass. He bent forward and kissed her. Her mouth opened and her tongue darted into his mouth. From then on he was lost. He asked her if he could take her to his house on the outskirts of the base and she agreed. He was young and hadn't had a fuck in over a week when he was used to sex 4 or 5 times in that time. He was climbing the walls and needed sexual release, and here was joan offering herself to him.
The drive to his place took only 15 minutes, and neither of them spoke a word. They didn't need to. The sexual tension in the car you could cut with a knife. While he drove she slipped her hand onto his lap and stroked his cock through his trousers. He almost came in his pants then and there. They parked up and went in. He asked her if she wanted a drink. She took his head in her hands and kissed him tenderly, her tongue in his mouth again. "I don't think so" she said. They moved towards his bedroom without breaking the kiss. He slowly undid the buttons on her blouse and slipped it off of her shoulders. She in turn undid his shirt. He unclipped her thin lacy bra. She slipped the straps off her shoulders and shrugged it off throwing it into a corner of the room. He held her at arms-length admiring her form. Her breasts were full and firm, tanned from the summer sun except where her bikini covered her. Her nipples hardened as she stood in front of him standing proud a good half inch long. She put her hands behind her and unzipped her skirt. It fell to the floor at her feet and she stood there in a brief, transparent pair of red panties. Her pussy hair showed through and the shape of her cunt was clearly visible through the thin already wet material. He dropped to his knees in front of her and keeping eye contact he slowly took hold of the sides of her panties and slowly and gently slid them down over her hips and dropped them to the floor. She stepped out of them and kicked off her shoes at the same time. She was bare legged and now stood naked and a little shy in front of him.
He almost drooled at the sight of her. A little Welsh Venus. She reached forward and undid his trousers and he took them off. He hadn't intended to bring a girl home and was wearing an ordinary pair of y fronts. They hit the floor in microseconds after his trousers, and his socks and shoes were removed almost as fast.
Now they were both naked he pulled her to him and kissed her again at the same time laying her gently onto his bed. He moved down and kissed her breasts. A gentle sigh escaped her lips. Nibbling and kissing each nipple in turn, his left arm around her waist, his right hand moved down to her pussy. Her bush was trimmed, to allow her to wear a bikini. You didn't find many shaved pussies back in the 1970.s he remembered. He slid a finger into her. She sighed again and arched her back allowing him deeper penetration. He licked her right breast and slowly moved his tongue down towards her stomach, lingering in her navel before moving down to her pubic mound. "Oh yes" she sighed again, encouraging him onwards. He put a second finger inside her, opening her Vagina so that his tongue could explore it. His tongue found her clit and she shuddered and moaned quietly as he licked and sucked it. He did it again, and again while his fingers probed into her pussy searching for her G spot until she cried out in orgasm.
She slowly floated down from her high. Oh my God, take me now, do it to me, I want to feel you deep inside me "she whispered to him. He took her missionary position the first time, sliding slowly into her while watching her. She was no virgin and he wondered who it was who was lucky enough to have been her first. She lifted her backside off the bed encouraging him to penetrate her as deeply as he could, then she wrapped her arms round his neck and kissed him deeply and passionately. Suddenly he stopped and looked into her sweet face. Joan, do I need a condom? She smiled at him and shook her head. "No, I'm on the pill, He kissed her again and pushed into her. He was not a stud, at least he didn't think of himself that way. His cock was just under 7 inches in length and a couple of inches in circumference, but he and his wife had been practicing in the 5 years they had been married, and for about a year before that, so he had developed some tricks that they both enjoyed. He now used them with Di and she responded enthusiastically.
They had sex 3 times that night, and she sucked him hard each time between their couplings. She orgasmed at least 4 or 5 times, and he whitewashed the walls of her love tunnel with his sperm every time. The last time she rode him cowgirl (was it even called that back then? he thought) and he grabbed at her tits as they approached their mutual climax. As they both came she fell forwards onto him and he hugged her close squashing her breasts into him as they tried to swallow each other's tongues in their passion. They fell asleep in each other's arms with the sheets thrown off them in the warm German night.
He woke as the sun came up. It was a little before 7 am and she lay curled up beside him, her left arm still thrown across him and their legs intertwined. He blew gently across her nipples and she stirred, her nipples hardening under his warm breath. She opened one eye, smiled then opened the other. "Hi lover", she said, "Have we got time for another one?" They had, and they did. He had turned her over and lifted her up on hands and knees and screwed her doggie fashion, much to her vocal delight. Again she orgasmed as he approached his own climax and the erotic vision of her on her knees moaning a calling out for him to fuck her harder caused him to piston in and out of her like an old steam powered express train, firing his ejaculation into her like the discharge of a 155mm gun. They both collapsed onto the bed, him on top of her, both giggling like teenagers.
They showered together, both of them washing the other and paying close attention to each other's genitals, then towelled off and dressed. It was Saturday morning and neither was required on duty, but she had things to do and didn't want the other girls seeing her arriving back after spending the night with him. He drove her back to her dormitory block on the camp.
Over the next few days at work he tried to find ways of speaking to her alone. More difficult than you might think as he was "The boss" and she was one of his troops. It was almost impossible to speak alone without being overheard, or one of his NCO's being involved. Whenever she saw him, she gave him a shy smile, without making any other move towards him which might have drawn the attention of her colleagues to the way she was acting towards him.
A week later his senior Sgt suggested a party at for their platoon. He gave it an enthusiastic approval. The following Saturday they all arrived at the party. The party went on late into the night and Joan and he were both looking towards slipping away together. Then, during some hi jinks, he broke his leg playing a game of football and he was carted off to the military hospital and that was the end of that.
The following afternoon Joan came to visit him in his hospital bed. The docs wanted to keep him in while the swelling in his lower leg reduced before they plastered the break. His wife was due back from her trip home to England in two days. They had run out of time. They both knew it. Over the next two years they saw each other regularly at work. His heart beat faster when she passed, both saluting as convention required. She smiling at him acknowledging their shared secret. Then he heard that she had become engaged to another serviceman. Joan married, returned to the UK and he never saw her again.
Chapter 2. Amy
Then I was ordered to Burma,
Actin' in charge o' Bazar,
An' I got me a tiddy live 'eathen
Through buyin' supplies off 'er pa.
Like Kipling's old soldier, he also moved on. Back to the UK on promotion. He moved his family into a house on the outskirts of Salisbury and travelled each day to his new posting. He arrived around November, he remembered, and soon picked up the new routine. His boss had split his command in two, and he ran one of the halves, reporting to the boss as need be. From time to time evening work was required, and a section was always on duty on a shift system covering 24 hrs per day, 365 days a year. When the evening work was finished, the troops would leave work and meet up at a pub 3 miles down the road from the camp to have a quiet drink or two and wind down before dispersing to their homes, or their camp accommodation blocks. Just before Christmas one of the girls invited everybody round for Christmas drinks at the house she shared with two others on the unit in a small village on the edge of the town. He shouldn't have gone but his boss was going, so he had "top cover". One drink lead to another and someone put on some music and soon most were dancing in the small front room. He had been paying attention to one of the girls who lived in the house. Amy was on his shift and he saw her often. They regularly worked together. He was engrossed with her, and then as if waking from a dream he looked around to find that almost everyone had left except one of his Sgt's and two of the girls who lived there. The third was on leave and had gone home for Christmas with her family. He found himself curled up on a sofa with Amy. They were getting on well, too well! Then the Sgt and the other girl went upstairs leaving them alone. What's a bloke supposed to do? Amy looked at him expectantly. He stood up. "Come on Amy, show me your bedroom" She smiled and bounced off the sofa, took his hand and lead the way.
Amy was about 5 foot 6 inches tall with a head of curly brown hair which she put up when she was in uniform, but let fall over the shoulders when not. She was in her late 20's, and was maybe a little over weight, but only a little. Her large breasts were not as erect and as perky as those on a 19 year old, but still held his attention. They were easily a "D cup. She smiled a lot, displaying her happy demeanour, and her button nose and large brown eyes caused his heart to melt.
He didn't fuck her that night, but they explored each other's bodies. He ran his hands up the inside of her blouse, cupping her breasts over her bra. It was not long before the blouse and bra were off and her skirt soon followed. He ran his fingers down her stomach to her pussy and slipped first one, then a second inside. They kissed, and he knew he could have had her if he had tried, but he resisted the temptation.
He smiled as he remembered that evening long ago. Her full breasts with those long nipples, her Rubenesque stature, her long hair which she kept in a bun when in uniform Amy would never had won a beauty contest, but she was a full bodied sexual Goddess.
The following day, the Sgt took him to one side and thanked him. What for? he had asked. It seemed the other girl was holding her would be paramour at arm's length, resisting until she heard Amy and him start to make out in the bedroom next door. She thought that if Amy was getting her bones jumped on, then she should as well. The Sgt laughed when he heard that his boss hadn't in fact scored whereas he had.
Society had moved on since his time in Germany and the forces were dragged along with current social values. A period of "Don't ask, don't tell" was in force and he knew of several affairs and flings between officers, both male and female, and those in the ranks. As long as people kept things professional at work, the powers that be tended to look the other way. He knew that his Sgt and Amy's house mates would keep their mouths shut so his fling with Amy would remain under the radar as long as they kept cool at work and didn't do anything stupid.
The next time they worked late evenings Amy and he decided to meet quietly at her place. She left the pub by herself and 5 minutes later he left to drive home, except he parked 100 yards up from her place and walked to her door. She let him in and threw her arms around his neck kissing him passionately. So started his first long term affair. They would meet once or twice a week. He would stay two hours or sometimes three and they would spend most of that time in her bed before he left to drive home to his wife.
Once he was sent to London to attend a meeting at the Ministry. Amy took 2 days leave and joined him. He booked them both into a small hotel and they spent two days together. They got almost no sleep the first night, and he was well short of his best at the meeting he had to attend. The second night they went out to dinner and took in a film before rushing back to the hotel and getting naked. The opportunity to spend the full night together didn't present itself often so they took full advantage. He was 5 years older and wiser than his one night with Joan in Germany and Amy was no virgin so their love making was enthusiastic and full on.
The first time he licked her clitoris she almost took off. She had grabbed handfuls of his hair and pulled his head into her so he could hardly breathe. He gave her such intense orgasms that way and she wanted more and more until she melted in his arms and begged him to fuck her and fuck her hard. Once he had her in that state she would do anything for him. He was sure that if he had asked to fuck her arse she would have let him. They were both athletic in their coupling trying to get his cock into her is as many different positions as possible. He sat on a chair and she sucked him hard before sliding up and sitting on his cock her legs on either side of him. When she was settled and had a steady rhythm going he would hug her to him and stand up, she would hold her arms around his neck and her legs hold him in a scissor lock to keep his cock inside her. He would carry her across the room to the bed and he would lay her down on her back and fuck her hard and fast as she cried out in her ecstasy as she orgasmed again and again. Afterwards she was like a washed out rag, limp and completely sated while he lay beside her gently playing with her tits.
They never went out for fear that they would be seen by someone they knew, but Amy didn't want to leave the house when she knew he would be visiting her. He had told her that he had a fantasy of undressing her from her best parade uniform, and one day he arrived to find her dressed that way especially for him. She opened the door to her house and pulled him inside quickly then stood at attention and saluted him. For a second he was gobsmacked, then they both burst out laughing and he chased her squealing up the stairs to her bedroom while her two housemates looked on smiling. Once her bedroom door closed behind them she turned and gave him a kiss that was so hot and full of promise he went weak in the knees. She separated from him lifted his hands and put them on the top button of her tunic. Slowly he undid each polished brass button until her tunic hung loose on her shoulders. Then he moved to her tie, sliding the knot loose and lifting it over her head. Starting at her neck he undid the buttons on her shirt and kissed her as each was freed. He took off her jacket and unzipped her uniform skirt. It fell to the floor and she stood before him her unbuttoned shirt revealing her matching bra and pantie set, a garter belt and stockings. She was still wearing her service hat and her best polished court shoes. He remembered the Tom Jones song "You can leave your hat on" and smiled. He hadn't seen such a sexy sight in his life. He had slipped her shirt off he remembered, and unfastened her bra sliding it from her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor, then he feasted on her ample and sweet tasting tits while sliding her panties off and seeing her step out of them. He raised his head and kissed her tenderly while he took off her hat and placed it on the bedside cabinet, she kicked off her shoes, and released her hair and shook it free so it covered her shoulders. and he pushed her slowly down on the bed. He got naked in record time and joined her on the bed. Moving swiftly between her legs. He was rock hard by them and she knew she was in for a hard and long fucking. He didn't disappoint her.
