I'm Michael, twenty-eight years old and in the Army now for ten years. I've been all over the world but my favorite place so far is Israel. Maybe it's because what happened several years ago when I was sent there in a cross training exercise with the Israeli IDF.
I had been in just three years and had only turned twenty-one. I was part of a training mission that paired Israeli soldiers with US soldiers here in the states. My roommate was an Israeli. His name was Moshe. He was a year older than me. Our training in the states lasted almost a year and then the whole group was sent to Israel to train there for six months.
While we lived in barracks and dorms in the states, the accommodations in Israel were not quite as nice and I was thinking it was going to be a long six months.
Somehow Moshe talked our commanding officer into letting him stay at home unless we were involved in night operations. He somehow talked him into also allowing me to live in his home too. I was worried at first because well, I'm not a very religious guy and while Moshe didn't seem to be either he talked about his family like they were. So I was skeptical of their reaction the first time I went to their home. I needn't have worried because no one for the first week was ever home. Moshe had given me his older sister's room who had just gotten married and moved in with her new husband. Occasionally I would see Moshe's younger sister who was attending university and was going to be an officer in the IDF someday. At nineteen she was a knockout, about 5'5" very athletic build but still had soft curves and full heavy breasts. A perfect ten in my book. Of course her brother told me in no certain terms she was off limits to me. It seemed to be a religious thing for him, me not being Jewish. It didn't seem to matter anyway, she had a boyfriend already. I did enjoy talking to her, she was not bashful at all and was very straight forward.
The first weekend she was home, Moshe and I had spent the day surfing and came back from the beach and we were going to hit some clubs. I didn't know Aviva was in the house and I walked from the bathroom after my shower with just a towel wrapped around me when we met in the hall. I apologized but she only winked and said Momma is gonna like you! I just kind of shrugged and went to my room and got dressed.
That night Moshe and I ended up at two girls' apartment we met in club. It was a one time fling but it sure felt good. I was learning I really loved Israeli women. They just seemed to have an earthy quality about them that I wasn't accustomed to with the American women I had dated.
Later that weekend I met Moshe's dad who was a high ranking officer in the IDF. I gathered from Moshe, his dad wasn't home much the last several years because of his job. He didn't even stay the whole weekend just a few hours and he supposedly was off to the desert on some training exercise.
Our training picked up and we pretty much came home every night we could, showered and crashed but it sure beat living in a barracks. About midweek we came home one evening and Moshe's mom was home. She had been traveling as a buyer for several large clothing retailers in Tel Aviv.
Moshe's mom was of course a stylish dresser as part of her job. Her name was Devorah and she was 5' 5", dark eyes and jet black hair that was straight and hung past her shoulders. She wore red lipstick. She was wearing a black tank top which showed a fair amount of cleavage but not so much that people would stare. She had on a pair of slacks that were pretty tight and showed her backside which was very sexy. I didn't know her age then but later found out she was fifty-four. Moshe introduced us and the first thing she asked hearing my name was Michael was if I was Jewish. Moshe jumped in before I could answer and told her I was not Jewish so give up on fixing me up with her friend's daughters. She rolled her eyes at her son and winked at me.
Moshe had to leave for a date with an old girlfriend and I decided to stay in and get some sleep instead. I was in my room writing a letter home when she knocked on the door. I said "yes."
She opened the door and stuck her head in.
"I'm going to pour myself a glass of wine, would you like some?"
"Sure," I said, and followed her to the kitchen where she poured us a glass of wine. We went to the patio to sit and drink it. It was mostly small talk at first.
"Do you like the wine?" she asked.
"It's good," I answered but I'm afraid I'm not much of a wine drinker."
"Oh," she said, "what do you drink?"
"Mostly beer," I answered. She reached over and pulled my shirt up to look at my stomach which was quite muscular.
"Hmmmm you don't look like a beer drinker," she said as she put my shirt back down.
"It's pretty hard to get a gut running almost seventy miles a week in full gear," I explained. We had another glass and then conversation started getting more personal.
"Were you writing a letter to your girlfriend back home when I interrupted you?" she said.
"No, No girlfriend, I was writing to my parents," I said.
After the third glass she talked more about herself and giving up on questions for me. She told me how her husband was always gone and that's why she took the buyer job. So she could travel away from home and have some fun is how she put it. She even told me she thought her husband may have a girlfriend on the side. Probably some young officer or secretary.
"Oh surely he wouldn't have a girlfriend," I said to her, trying to be consoling.
"Why would you say that?" she asked.
"Well he has such a gorgeous wife, why would he?" I answered.
"You're very sweet Michael, but I'm afraid you don't understand how older men think," she said.
"Yes, you may be right," I said.
It seemed when she bent over to get my empty glass this time she stayed bent over for a longer time. I just assumed the wine was getting to her and she was moving slower. But I could see her breasts this time and hoped she didn't realize I was staring at them.
"Another glass?" she asked
"No thanks Mrs Katzir I need to rest for tomorrow," I said.
"Devorah," she corrected me, wanting me to call her by her name.
