Birds chirped and flew about overhead. The valley itself was rather serene and calm. Down below a village rested. One of many in the area. Donna Southen sat up from where she'd been leaning back on the largest of the three tanks. The Captain hadn't wanted to take them any further to the village. No sense in trampling over the fields and crops. And so here she was, stuck on guard duty.
The green-eyed Corporal shifted the grip on her rifle and glanced about. The tanks were nestled in a little depression on the side of the hill. Netting was draped out over each of them, the better to hide their distinctive appearance. As the woman stood to gaze about the perimeter, she was reminded uncomfortably of the bulge pressing against the shorts she wore. Not a regulation uniform, but something she was permitted at times like this.
She longed for nothing more than to be down with her comrades below. Village girls were the sweetest, and always ready for the Ninth Brigade stopping by. Donna could only imagine how many of her unit were balls deep right now. And she was stuck up on this hillside, waiting for her turn to go down torwards nightfall. One hand slid down to squeeze her meaty shaft. It was just bad luck that her turn for guard duty had come up.
She was starting around the tank when her fellow guard, Asia Morgan, came into view. Like most in the brigade, she was a pretty young thing. Though she was nearly seven years junior to Donna, the medic had shown herself more than capable on the battlefield. And more than a little fun off it. Donna leered just a little at the younger woman's body. Most of the members of the unit had fucked around at one time or another. It was a common practice for building unit cohesion and trust.
"Hey Morgan!"
While not overly loud, it was enough to get the Private's attention. Asia had an inkling of what Donna was after. And it wasn't an unappealing prospect. She'd never admit to volunteering for guard duty just for this reason. Instead she put on a pleasant smile and moved in the older woman's direction. Unconsciously she began to sway her hips a little as she walked. The bulge in Donna's shorts was clearly visible. At sight of it, Asia felt a stirring in her trousers.
Donna smiled as Asia came over, and pulled a coin from one of her pockets. It was a game several in the brigade enjoyed. One girl flipped the coin, and whatever landed face up would dictate how she served her fellow unit members. While some of the girls were more dominant than others, all were required to flip the coin. Fairness was a cardinal rule in the brigade. Or so the Captain had decreed when she took over.
"So, we have a while before we are relieved. Wanna flip?"