Chapter One
Like many young men eighteen and over during the age of the military draft, I dodged it by enlisting in the Air Force. It was the best choice of my life given what it not only taught me about life in general and about myself, it also taught me that there were side benefits that only a tight military community could offer. These are benefits that the Veteran's Administration doesn't list in its catalog.
After an uneventful tour in Vietnam, another in Thailand, followed by an assignment to a southwestern U.S. base, I was ready to try civilian life. It was then that the real benefits began to kick in, although I had a taste of these prior to my new assignment.
Working on and around airplanes is both a challenge and instructive. It also brings one close to work mates, which leads to off duty get togethers. We had many get togethers during this time.
I was a crew chief on a twin-engine propeller driven plane. My assistant was about my age, but he was below me in rank. We got along well and spent time together when not working. The time we spent together was mostly at his rented house in town with his wife, Connie. I masturbated to the image of Connie on a regular basis.
Being single and horny, I looked for sex where ever it was available; frequently it was in my right hand with Connie's image etched in my mind.
It was about six months before I was due to be discharged, and I was contemplating my future when my assistant, Tom, asked me to come over the next night for dinner. I had no plans except maybe going to a movie alone and coming back to the barracks to jack off to Connie's image, so I said that I would be honored.
Connie and Tom lived about ten miles from base in a town that owed its existence to the base, although the attitudes of some of its civilian residents contradictedthat fact. Their little house was on a tree-lined street surrounded by others just like it. The only distinction was that Connie lived there. On top of being the image to which I masturbated, she was a great gardener and cook.
***
On the frequent occasions that Tom and had to just sit in our plane and shoot the shit, he told me all about his life with Connie. They had been classmates in high school and married shortly after graduation. He also told me about their sex life, something I didn't expect. It seems that Connie was very much into sex and that when he was sent to the Far East to do a year's duty, she had had a tough time of it. He said that he made frequent visits to a brothel, but he though that Connie had been faithful to him. He found upon his return that he was wrong.
Connie was what we called petite back in those days, but that did not extend to her breasts. They stood out for the world to admire. I noticed more than once that when Tom, Connie and I were together on base that she was the focus of attention of every man we were around, and I mean every man. The officers were bigger dogs about it than us enlisted pukes.
***
When I walked up to Tom and Connie's door and rang the bell, I looked in through the window beside the door. It was dark outside and the light in the hallway of their house was on, so I had a good view in. I saw Connie walking toward the door.
She was wearing something that I might have dreamed about while masturbating to her image. She had on a tank top that appeared to be unaccompanied by a bra. The tank top was white, which exposed the shade of her areolas and the bumps of her nipples. She accented this orgasm-inducing top with a pair of short shorts, tight short shorts, short shorts that sculpted the form of her crotch. They, too, were white, and tight. I had never seen her dressed like this before that night.
Connie opened the door and gave me a hug and kiss on a cheek. I could feel hit breasts press into my thin pull over shirt. If she had held that position much longer, my cock would have made its presence known as it made contact with her lower belly. Connie was short, just the right height to pick up by her thighs and settle onto my cock, was my immediate thought. I was a real dog when it came to women in those days. I guess I still am.
"Were so glad you could come tonight," Connie said as she let go of me and accepted the bottle of so-so wine I offered. "Tom is still in the shower, but he'll be out soon. He went running earlier, so he worked up quite a sweat."
I was working up quite a sweat just standing there, looking down at her breasts and sniffing the perfume coming from her body. What a fucking body. Then she turned and led the way into the living room. Her ass was working on my cock as it gyrated in her shorts. This was not going to be an easy night for my hypersensitive cock.
"Would you like a drink before dinner?" Connie asked when we reached the living room. The room was dimly lit, so the bulge in my shorts wasn't quite as evident as it might have been in brighter light. "We can have the wine you brought or we can have a beer."
"I'll have a beer if you'll join me," I said.
"OK, beer it is. I'll be right back."
I watched her ass as she walked into the kitchen, then sat on the couch. The house was well furnished and clean, unlike some of the houses of other airmen I worked with. Connie was a good housekeeper as well as a good lay. I didn't know about the "lay" part except for that I learned from Tom. I had a hunch that he was right.
"Here, I hope you like it in a glass," Connie said as she bent down to hand me the frosty glass. Her tank top parted slightly from her chest, giving me an improved view of her breasts. Although I couldn't see her nipples, I could see well into her cleavage. I felt an added stir in my shorts as I took the glass.
"Thank you, I like it in a glass," I said while dragging my eyes away from her breasts and up to her eyes, eyes that had that "I know what you're up to" look about them. Then she sat next to me. I mean she sat NEXT to me. Our hips made contact, which gave my cock added life.
"Here's to us and a good friendship," Connie said as she raised the glass to her lips. We locked eyes as we both took a drink.
As I brought my glass down, Connie had a coaster ready to set it on; she was a good housekeeper. "Did you know that Tom is going TDY (temporary duty) for three months starting next week?" Connie said as she looked into my eyes in a way that I had not experienced from any woman in the past.
I was surprised at the news, since I was Tom's immediate supervisor. I should have known by now. "No I didn't know. Where's he going?"
"To a school in Illinois to train into another field."
"I'm happy for him, but I'll miss him as my assistant crew chief; he does a great job."
"You won't miss him half as much as I will, if you know what I mean" Connie said.
"I'm sure you'll miss him."
"No, I mean that I'll REALLY miss him," she said as she wiggled her thigh against mine.
Then it occurred to me what her choice in dress was all about. She was probably telling me that she wanted my attention while Tom was gone.
I thought that I should let that lie while Tom was in the house, so I didn't tell her what I thought she meant.
***
"Hi," Tom said as he walked into the living room with a bottle of beer in his hand. His hair was still wet and he was dressed appropriately for the southwest summer night: T-shirt and shorts with no shoes. "Have you two been getting along while I was getting the dirt off?"
"Yes we have," Connie said as she slid a millimeter away from my thigh.
"So, did Connie tell you the news?" Tom asked as he sat on a chair across from us.
"Yeah. That was a surprise. I didn't think the brass would approve that without coming to me," I said.
"I'm sorry about leaving you out of the loop, but I made the decision to re-enlist if I could cross train, so I did it on the sly so I didn't piss anyone off. You probably understand."
"I do, and I wish you luck, but I'll miss you."
"You won't miss him as much as I will," Connie repeated as she made contact with my thigh once again.
