One would think after 10 years in the Marines, I would be used to mornings. Still, I found each morning a real pain. I was on recruiting duty in the Bay Area of California. Yes. I really had to work hard for a living. Wasn't the most receptive environment to Marines, .Still, there were a lot of good folks, and I was making mission monthly, more often than not. 3 bodies a month was my usual requirement. Phone calls, office traffic, area canvassing and home visits. I found the best way of all, was to work smarter, not harder. For example, when I had a good hard charging kid in, I would take extra care of him. Or her. Let them answer phones, work around the office or come with me on visits. Make sure they got PFC. Before they left. Don't lie. Tell the kid straight away what job I can or cannot give him, based on his mental scores, availability and so forth. That way, he would come back home, tell everyone Sergeant did not lie to him, and he would send others my way. I would rather lose a recruit than lie to him or her. Lying only harmed the recruit, and it also would harm me.
That being said, one early summer morning, I went to pick up Ian. Ian was a good kid, and highly motivated. Loved to answer phones. He just flat out loved being around us, and could not wait to go to boot in July. He had just graduated from a local school. So, yours truly, gets in his GOV, government owned vehicle, and heads off to pick up Ian, as we had discussed the night before. The sun was bright, the weather nice. Dogs were barking in the subdivision, birds chirping, all that good shit. Then I pulled into his driveway. Immediately, I went into overdrive! Mary, his mother is washing the car. Mary, I want to tell you, is stunning! She is taller than me, about 6 feet tall. She has dark brown hair and brown eyes. Dreamy eyes. Sexy. Gorgeous red mouth, and she can wear her paint well. Mary was clad this morning in a blue New York Yankees tank top and short, cut off jeans. Her long bright red nails held a water hose in her hands, and I noticed her cute feet. I always check out feet. Bright painted red nails, with a few toe rings. And she was barefoot. Her tube top was a little wet, and her nipples stuck out provocatively from the breeze. She has this long brown hair, as I mentioned and a smile to light up the universe. Mary is 44. I was 24.
"Hi, Sergeant Giles,' she smiled, 'want to help me wash the car? I have bad news!"
"Well, ma'am', I said...always the professional, right?, 'I would most love to help. I am supposed to pick up Ian. Is he around?"
"Well, that's what I was going to tell you. Work called, and I guessed the breakfast burritos wont get made unless he is there." She turned off the water. Actually, she bent over in front of me, with her short shorts riding up her gorgeous ass, and those long wet legs shimmering in the sun, and looked back and smiled. My cock was nearly ripping through my uniform! Gorgeous woman, here!
