2016
Ohio
I was sitting in a Shura in Urozgan Province, surrounded by squatting Afghans. I was dressed in my Koninklijke Landmacht uniform. Truth be told I might as well have been naked, as I didn't have any weapons... no rifle, pistol, or even a boot knife! I would have done anything to have my favourite sabre by my side.
As my eyes roamed the room, the smell from the men was strong. One picked his nose, another cleared his throat before spitting on the floor of the old Soviet building we were in.
I just finished telling them why the Taliban was so evil, and why we needed to work together for a brighter tomorrow. Some stared at me unamused, or outright confused; others glanced about as if they didn't give two shits.
The oldest spoke up, and instead of addressing my concerns he went on a rant about why they needed a new mosque. I felt like spitting on the ground myself as he spoke.
Until that point I hadn't noticed that all of his words were spoken in English! It wasn't even the kings English, it was that unique blend only seen in the southern United States. I also didn't see the young man approaching me with the axe. His steps were slow, and deliberate; I missed all the indicators that his intentions were not pure.
"God is great!" He cried out in a drawl that would make a die hard confederate blush.
I raised my hands, but it was too late! His axe connected with my skull! The sound wasn't the meaty slap one would expect, it was rather the noise a bear would make deep in its cave when it was angry, or when wood is sawn.
The axe rose and fell repeatedly, darkness slowly crept in on me; then a voice spoke to me.
"Dear, you're in America right now, in Ohio." It was a female voice.
"Waar is mijn laser zwaard?" I said feeling about with my free hand.
"It's alright dear." Said the voice again.
I took a deep breath, then opened my eyes. I was in a darkened room, under the covers of a bed. Beside me lay Claire, my new intimate friend from the day before.
"You speak a funny type of Spanish!" Claire said when she saw my open eyes.
"I guess I was dreaming?" I asked sheepishly.
"Yeah, then you starting snoring!" She said teasingly.
It all fell together, I guess my snores startled me. Claire put her head back on my chest, I remembered that we skipped the sunset to watch TV, but somehow we ended up in her bed and fell asleep...
"Did we..." I asked more confused than before.
"No!" She cried out giving me a pinch. "You swore you wouldn't take advantage of me!"
"Oh..." I replied, I still was in the fog of waking. "Do you ever dream?"
Claire opened her mouth, then paused.
"I guess you have powerful dreams?" I asked.
"They are all nightmares." She replied.
"I'm sorry to hear that." I said. "You are welcome to add me to your dreams, I always have a lightsabre, a purple one."
"I'll keep that in mind." Claire said setting her head back down.
Claire rubbed my stomach in an affectionate way. "I guess you didn't have one in your dream?"
I thought back to my odd dream before replying. "No I couldn't find it."
We spoke more on dreams, and all the while my penis refused to relax or go to sleep. Maybe it was the closeness of our bodies, or the press of her soft breasts against my chest, or her warm hand on my stomach. Either way it screamed for attention!
"You're not sleepy any more are you?" Claire asked.
"I might take a nap again shortly, but I have something else in mind." I said sitting up.
"If it involves taking my clothes off the answer is no." Claire clarified for me.
I rolled her on to her stomach, then straddled her hips. The log in my shorts pressed against her, and either she ignored it or didn't care.
I rubbed her back with both hands, starting at her shoulders, then working down her back. When I reached her hips, I climbed off to massage her hips, legs and finally feet. She breathed softly with the relief I was bringing her.
Placing my hands under her shirt at her mid-back I spoke. "I need to take this off."
"My shirt?" Claire asked. "No way!"
"Heavens no." I replied, "Your bra is in the way."
Claire huffed, then gave in. "You can undo it, but I'm not taking it off!"
With a flick of the wrist, I had all three clasps undone, Claire giggled at my frat boy skill. I used my entire forearm to massage her back from top to bottom, she purred like a kitten with her eyes shut.
I pulled up her shirt to her arm pits, Claire took a deep breath to protest before exhaling in pure surrender. At this point I was using my elbow along her bra line, I dug in deep to undo the knots of stress.
All whilst I rubbed her, I ground my hips into her ass; if we didn't have clothes on, we would have been fucking. She lifted her hips and pushed back when I pushed forward. This dry humping had left me delirious with desire.
My hands were like Paton's armies moving across France in 1944, only limited by passion and ambition. I massaged her ample side-boob, then ran my fingers up her legs to feel her intense heat.
Perhaps Claire sensed where this was headed, and wanted to shut it down, as she started to rise, and re-affixed her brassiere.
"I need a cigarette." She said pulling her shirt down.
I went to use her washroom, and wished I could stand on my head, as my manhood pointed to the ceiling. In the hallway I paused to look at the memorial she had dedicated to deceased husband.
There was a large photo of him fishing, another of him graduating ranger school, and a third of him in Iraq. Next to him was a large and muscular African American, I was absolutely certain it was Staff Sergeant Deddi; someone I had worked with in Afghanistan. Looking at the folded triangle of American flag I saluted before joining Claire on the balcony.
She there sitting in a lawn chair smoking, with her head turned towards the setting sun. Across the street on a balcony similar to Claire's I saw s skinny platinum blonde haired woman with milk white skin. She was dressed in blue and holding a camera with a giant lens, she wasn't looking at us, so I paid her no mind. On the street below people walked dogs, or strolled hand in hand.
"Have you ever had sex on a balcony before?" I teased.
