I was in my adjoining hotel room bathroom staring into the mirror while applying my eyeliner when my grandfather peeked his head into the door and said, "I was just checking to see if you were about ready. It's 6:45. You know you don't have to go to this boring ole dance if you don't want to. I won't be upset."
I turned and looked at him before replying, "Grandpa, don't be silly. Going to your Military Veteran's Ball with you is a once in a lifetime chance. Not only would I not miss it for the world, I would be honored to go with you. I just wished Grandma could be here to go with you."
He gave me a soft, "thank you" smile before responding, "Well, I do know one thing. I will have the prettiest date there for sure."
"Awww, thank you. I have a couple more curls to put in my hair and I'll be ready," I responded.
Howard, my father's father, was now 74 years old and had been invited to a large military reunion that was to be held at The Lodge at Torrey Pines located in La Jolla, California which was just north of San Diego. This was a five star resort located on a golf course. Many guys who served all branches of the military were meeting with their buddies for a four-day, itinerary driven get-together. Not only did I want to be with him in case he needed help, I was genuinely curious about all these men who had served our country.
Grandpa and I were staying in our own room which was a suit, connected by a narrow door. On the first night, there was a formal ball for all the veterans and their dates. He had served in the Air Force during the Vietnam War and was dressed in his full uniform. He looked immaculate wearing his shined shoes, buttons, and belt buckle along with his medals. I was wearing a formal matching full length gown that was tailored to fit my 5'6, 118 pound frame. My blonde hair was down, spiral curled and the air force earrings I was wearing matched my hazel eyes perfectly.
When we went down to the huge ballroom, it was decorated with red, white, and blue. There were streamers, flags, and stars which provided the room with a classy, patriotic theme. All the men and women who had served were dressed in their very best uniform. Many of the men were pretty old having served in WWII, Korea, and Vietnam. Some were still very mobile and active while others sat in their wheelchairs up to the table. I was so proud to be part of that atmosphere and I sat with my grandfather at this large round table.
In walked an older couple who Grandpa stood and introduced to me, "Britt, I want you to meet Leo and his lovely wife Lorainne." As I shook their hands, Grandpa continued, "We served in the Airforce together back in the late 60s. We even went through basic together in San Antonio. We have stayed in touch all these years."
I had pleasant conversation with them before getting us all a drink. More couples arrived and our table was full. I mostly just listened to all the war tales along with different missions and so forth. It was all so interesting. The band played classic oldies type songs and it was a pleasure to see all of the people enjoying themselves. Grandpa and I danced to a couple of his favorite songs.
Eventually when Grandpa started talking to some of his other buddies, I began circulating the room, shaking people's hands and giving out large hugs. It was so fun. Even though I was only 19, I felt like I could put empathize with what they had gone through even though I couldn't. As the night wore on and the alcohol was starting to take effect on many of the veterans, the laughing and crude talk became more evident. I didn't mind because they were just trying to have a good time.
When I went to the bar to pick up drinks for the four of us, there was a line. While I waited, I stood smiling and waving at guys but right behind me was a group of Army veterans talking about sex. Of course I leaned in and tried to eavesdrop on their conversation.
One of the guys said to the group, "That's right and she gave the best head in 50 states. I still can feel it. What about you Phil?"
Phil responded, "Nah, I wasn't so lucky. My wife passed away 7 years ago and even before that, she didn't like to suck. Hell, we couldn't even fuck for almost 15 years after her hip surgery. I learned to live with it. I've never had a woman give me a long deepthroat blowjob and swallow. That is on my bucket list."
The other guy laughed, "You're running out of time you 75 year old bastard."
Phil responded, "Yep, not much to do now for this old helicopter pilot but to sit around in my Colorado mountain home and watch porn and dream of a BJ."
Everyone listening let out a large laugh. I felt sad for Phil because he hadn't experienced an enthusiastic blowjob that ended in a swallow. He was still a handsome older man that fought for our country and he at least deserved that. He was about 5'10, 170 pounds and didn't have much hair left but what he had was mostly white with some sprinkles of red.
I smirked to myself then approached him, "Hi. I'm Brittni. Would you like to dance?"
Phil was stunned for a second before responding, "Well, sure pretty lady. I'm Phil and I would love to dance with you."
When he stood up, I took him by the hand and led him to the exit in front of the room when he asked with a puzzled tone in his voice, "Uh...dear, where are we going. The dance floor is that way."
With my strappy high heels clicking across the floor, I giggled, "I want to show you something first. Just be patient."
He was intrigued and when we stepped into the elevator, he asked, "Honey, do you have me mistaken for someone else?"
I kept smiling, took him by the hand and led him to my room. After scanning the card, we entered and he looked around, "What did you want to show me?"
"I'm going to show you what it is like to get a great blowjob," I casually informed.
Phil was now really confused, "Am I on a hidden TV show? Honey, I appreciate the offer but I look to be at least 50 years older than you."
I shot back with a twinkle in my eye, "Fifty six, but who's counting?"
