I went to basic training, Navy schooling and training. My first duty station was in Rota, Spain. I was to be there for 18 months.
During my time there, I would get letters from my Mom.
(This was the late 70's. Technology as we know it today did not exist)
Every couple of months I would get a letter from Aunt Janet. Talking about things at home & various other things.
She would also mention about how much Uncle Dave was traveling and being left home alone a lot.
As time went on, her letters would become more and more flirtatious & sexually charged.
At the end of each letter she would always say how much she misses me and wishes I was there to keep her company.
She would end the letters with the words, "Hugs and kisses."
About a month before I was due to go home on leave, I get a letter from Aunt Janet. It was not a long letter.
She said she knows I will be coming home soon and said Uncle Dave will be gone on a business trip for about a week or so while I am home, she wants me to spend time with her.
She ends the letter by saying, "When you stay with me, you will sleep in my bed with me. I get so lonely at night when your Uncle is gone. A woman has her needs. "AND I WANT TO ROCK YOUR WORLD." I love you and miss you so much. Stay safe, stay clean."
She always wrote, Hugs and Kisses.
In this particular letter, underneath those words was a lipstick lip print on the paper. Just like the lip print she left on my cheek during her wedding reception.
I got the letter on a Friday.
The weekend left me horny as hell just thinking about what is going to happen when I am with her. Making love to the most beautiful woman I ever saw.
The goddess of my dreams.
During those 18 months I was in Spain, there were a few women that I have had sex with and a few overnight stays. So I have had some great sex experiences.
Some were just simple quickies, blowjobs including shower sex. I enjoyed every experience I have had.
I reported to work Monday morning.
My supervisor told me to go to the Red Cross office, they need to talk to me.
For the life of me I could not imagine what it could be. Mom or Dad was in the hospital, a Grandparent died, who knows.
I go into the office, sit down and tell the lady who I was.
She then asked if I knew a Janet (Smith). I said yes. She then handed me a paper across her desk. I read the message.