Chapter 133: First Time was at an Army Party 010

Several bodies immediately jumped up and sprang for the door. One man ran in the nude and fell down but quickly picked himself up and scampered away and others started to groan as I picked up the discarded beers cans. I could not find Jeremiah so I took it upon myself to get this place cleaned up. Dawn was just cresting the horizon as the last of us made out the back of the building, every cable, box, and beer can take up leaving behind just the accumulated sweat and human fluids I do not know how we did it but we did.

For the rest of that day I lay in my bed trying to restore my fluids with water and Gatorade and even though I did not drink alcohol my head throbbed from dehydration.

It was a Sunday; hopefully I will recover before Monday's morning formation. I cannot speak for the others that guzzled the drinks like water but by afternoon I could get up and walk around, but for the rest of the day I remained alone thinking to myself of all of the possible scenarios of what would happen when I would meet Samantha again.

Come Monday the advance group formed up in its entirety including those that did receive a weekend pass and some were groaning from their severe hangovers, swaying in the breeze.

We had just two officers to command us, lieutenants that began to call out our day's business. Our platoon was divided in two with one going to battalion and other, including myself, sent to the motor pool to take inventory of the conex. Samantha was one sent to battalion, for what I did not know, perhaps to clean up that mess, but our group had men suffering from hangovers, bitching and groaning the whole time as we began our work in opening and taking out the contents of the metal shipping container. It was all mundane stuff and as the sun climbed higher and the heat as well the men began to lose their strength and I took up more slack. Stepping inside the now nearly empty container I emerged to find that my mates had vanished. I do not know how but I was alone until felt a gentle finger caress the back of my neck sending a shiver up my spine and I turned about to see Samantha smiling, "Hey, baby," no longer in desert uniform but in woodland pattern BDUs.

Nervous and dumbfounded I choked out, "Hi," smiling.

It was just the two of us for a while that allowed us to talk candidly. I could now remember just about everything from that night, it was my first, and I wanted to ask her "How was I?" but she seemed to know what I was going to ask before I could.

"For a virgin you did rather well," smiling, "Oh don't worry though. I know what he said 'what happens here stays here' but that's hard to do in a place such as this. Know what I mean? I saw you just about every day in Iraq, never knew your name until that night, and boy you are shy," giving a giggle.

"It's just hard to look at you the same way," confessing.

"Why?" she asked, "You jerk off to porn, to the girl next door..."

"But...you're a sergent..." trailing off.

Brushing it away with her hand, "Doesn't matter, baby. It was something I've always wanted to do. All these men, I was their release and I'm happy to do it. Under this uniform and behind all those regulations I'm a hungry woman, and I bet you, deep down, are just as hungry as I."

I could feel the heat suddenly on my face and neck. It was a familiar feeling of my body becoming excited. Looking about there was no one and I mimed, "A hungry woman?" teasingly that drew her buxom body, encased in that tighter fitting woodland pattern uniform, closer.

Her voice dropped to a very low growl, "Ooooh yes, very hungry" the upper lip snarled showing pearl white teeth.

My eyes kept looking around fully expecting to see someone standing close by but I pressed on, "You liked when I came all over your face?"

Her eyes flared up in surprise that I would say such a thing. Yes, a private first class was giving dirty talk to a noncommissioned officer on duty. "Yes, baby, you tasted great," running her tongue all over her lips imitating the lapping of the spunk. Looking around we were still alone.

"You know what I also liked?" I paused and leaned in close to her and voice dipping to that of a whisper.

"What is that?" she replied inquisitively silently begging with that hungry face for more.

"Having all that cum shooting all over your chest, like an endless river, splattering against your soft skin and spraying over your face as you try to lap it all up..." I said that that drove her further.

"Oh baby, yes....you like that? Me being treated like a cum dumpster? This hard charging sergeant being tuned into a cum rag? Having these tits soaked...."

"And that soft ass getting pounded by two hard shafts..." an evil smile slowly peeling my lips.

"You are so bad," patting my arm, "Oh, baby, I like having my ass being poked. I never had two in my ass at once, giggling, "I like you, you're different than these other guys. You have passion, they have lust. It may sound the same to you but I...I want to show you something when are done and off duty, 'kay? Meet me at the company building when we're done and I'll take you to my place where we can have some privacy." Samantha turned around and walked away rather suddenly and I was left to wonder why but then I heard the clatter of boots on concrete and my eyes deviated to the right at the approach of my missing comrades, in their hands were drinks. They had complained of their hangovers and went to fetch Gatorade and neglected to tell me. Either way they either did not see Samantha or cared, they went back to work unloading the conex with me and marked off all the contents. When it was all over we loaded everything back in, closed and locked the trailer, and returned to our company bay where we awaited final formation.

Our two officers had us assemble and in formation my eyes kept glancing around trying to find that sergeant. So transfixed on finding her that I did not hear what they lieutenants were saying until my focus was broken by the "Ooo-rah!" as the formation broke ranks and I was left standing embarrassed and dumb.

Taking a few steps a voice called out, "Private Cole." It was a strong, feminine voice and I turned to see it and there, beside a Silver Hyundai Santa Fe was Sergeant Samantha waving me over. "Hop on in, private."

Jumping into the passenger seat the sergeant climbed in as well, closed the door, turned on the ignition and slowly back out of the parking lot where there were few vehicles because few of the unit had returned yet, however, reaching one of the main roads of the base it was a traffic jam as everyone and their mother was trying to get out all at once. As we waited on the road Samantha turned on the air conditioning, "Oh, God that feels so much better," then flicked her eyes over at me as I sat rigid, "Relax, you're not going to get into trouble. We're not doing anything, yet."

"Yet? What do you mean, sergant?"

Chuckling Samantha leaned over the center console, batting those gray eyes, "Even now you're so...rigid. Baby..." drawing in a breath, "I need a showe

r...and so do you."

The End.