Morning Delight
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This is the fourth chapter in the series. Please read the earlier chapters, Peachy Keen, Deployment sex and Privileges of rank for a better perspective.
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It was an overcast and grey morning, a few days before Thanksgiving, as our small convoy of three vehicles pulled onto Bagram Airbase after completing the twenty five mile drive up from ISAF HQ in Kabul. After checking in with the gate guards and going through security inspection, we drove directly to the air terminal to drop off four soldiers from my unit who were going on R whether it be visiting the main Post Exchange, or PX, on Bagram, going to the finance department or catching up with friends stationed at the base, so I told everyone to meet back at the vehicles, by 2 pm, for our convoy back to ISAF.
After everyone departed and went their separate ways, Kristen and I were left standing by the vehicles. She had never been to Bagram before. Having found out yesterday afternoon that I was going to Bagram, she had asked if she could join the mission and after permission from her boss and my boss, both Colonels, she was allowed to come with us. I joked with her that we were like a young high school couple asking our parents for permission to go on a date and take the family car.
I had been to Bagram a few times before so I knew my way around and was happy to be Kristen’s tour guide. As I led us along the main street on the base, Disney Drive, so named after Army Specialist Jason A. Disney who died at the base in 2002, a steady flow of traffic, consisting of military vehicles, civilian contractor vehicles and garbage trucks drove past us. I pointed out some of the different amenities on the base, the Pizza Hut, Burger King and the huge PX and Kristen took some pictures. At one point we stopped near a painted mural of the 101st Airborne Division and asked a passing soldier to take a picture of both of us near the mural. We stood next to each other but didn’t put our arms around one another.
As we continued walking, light snow flurries began to fall. Kristen said it reminded her of a hallmark movie. I then made fun of her for watching them. Every so often a group of soldiers would walk past us and salute Kristen. The first time this happened, it startled her because she had grown so accustomed to not saluting. At ISAF HQ, soldiers were only required to salute General officers, but here at Bagram, Kristen’s rank of Captain actually carried some weight.
Finally, after a ten minute walk, kartal escort we arrived at the Green Bean’s coffee shop. The line wasn’t too long and we each ordered a hot chocolate. I insisted I treat and she joked that she’d buy me lunch at the DFAC later.
After getting our drinks, we found a small table in the corner, sat down and took off our fleeces and patrol caps.
“I feel like we’re almost back in the war,” I said.
“Yeah, we’re really roughing it here,” she said sarcastically as she held up her cup of hot chocolate.
I laughed.
“Are there any errands you want to get done while we’re here?” I asked.
“Maybe I’ll check out the PX later, but we have plenty of time,” she replied.
I nodded.
“Do you want to check out the Afghan Bazaar on the base?” I asked her.
She thought for a moment.
“No, but I’d like to check out something else,” she said with a mischievous grin.
I had no idea what she had in mind. She then leaned towards me and whispered.
“How about some morning delight?”
I nearly spit out my hot chocolate, but caught myself and swallowed it.
“You’re joking,” I replied back.
“No, I really wanted you last night and I’ve been thinking about it all morning,” she said as she looked at me with her seductive brown eyes. It had been almost a week since we last hooked up in her room.
Sex wasn’t really on my mind at that moment, but I figured it would be a story I could tell my grandkids one day.
“Ok, what do you propose?” I asked her.
“We’ll finish our drinks then head back to the vehicle,” she replied.
I nodded.
“Does the back seat recline?” she asked.
I thought for a moment.
“Yes, I believe it does.” I said with a smile.
“Perfect,” she whispered with a big grin on her face.
For the next few minutes we both sat there drinking our hot chocolates and anticipating what was about to happen next.
Suddenly, Kristen perked up. “There’s just one thing we need to do first!” she said.
After finishing our drinks, we got up and walked to the PX. There, as surreptitiously as possible, I bought a 3-pack of condoms. The cashier, a Filipino woman, looked me over once before ringing me up and placing the condoms in a small bag. I then paid her and walked outside. Once outside, I walked over to Kristen and saluted her as I approached. Surprisingly, she kept a straight face as she returned my salute.
We then did our best to casually walk back to where we had parked our vehicle. Once maltepe escort bayan back at the vehicle, a maroon colored up-armored Toyota land cruiser, we looked around and saw no one in the immediate area. I then unlocked the vehicle and we both got into the back seat. For once I was grateful that the rear passenger and trunk windows were tinted. Once in the back seat, we started making out like excited high school kids. Although it was cold in the vehicle with no heat on, we soon started to warm each other with our body heat. We both took our fleeces and shirts off, but kept our t-shirts on for the time being. We then took off our thigh holsters and carefully laid our pistols on the floor.
After a few minutes, we stopped and I pulled the lever to lower the back seat rest to the reclining position. I then leaned back so I was laying on my back.
“How are we going to do this?” I whispered.
“Why are you whispering?” she whispered back before breaking out laughing.
She was right. It was silly to whisper. As we both laughed, she got on top of me and began to unbuckle my belt. I could feel my erection growing. Once my belt was undone, I lifted my butt up and she slid my pants down. She teased my erection through my boxers.
“How badly do you want me right now?” she asked in a seductive voice.
“Really badly, ma’am,” I joked.
She continued to tease me as she unbuckled her belt. She then slid down her pants, revealing a nice set of grey panties with a little pink bow on them.
I slowly slid my fingers into her panties and immediately felt her wetness. I then slid my boxers down, revealing my throbbing erection. She touched it with her hand and I flinched a bit.
“Your hand is cold,” I said as she pulled it away.
“Sorry,” she laughed.
She then got the PX bag and took out the small box of condoms; removing one from the box.
I held out my hand and she gave it to me. I opened the wrapper and carefully put the condom on.
She then slowly slid her panties to one side revealing her hairy pubic area. Since we had both left our boots on, we did our best to slide our pants down as far as we could.
Due to her height it was difficult for her to maneuver in the confines of the back seat, but she slowly managed to sit on top of me. As I entered her, my penis immediately warmed up. “It really is like a warm apple pie,” I thought to myself. She then took her t-shirt and bra off.
Once she was in a good position, she began to move her hips and bare down on me more. She escort pendik felt really good. I reached my hands up to caress her breasts. My hands were cold at first, but her breasts quickly warmed them up. Soon her nipples were hard.
“You feel sooooo good,” she said as she moaned.
As I lay there, I carefully looked out the windows to make sure no one could see us. Fortunately, I didn’t see anyone else in the parking lot.
After a few minutes, she was really into it and her body began to make her usual pre-orgasmic spasms. When she came, her body tensed up and she leaned in and kissed me passionately on the lips. Her orgasm turned me on so much that I came almost simultaneously, spasming as I ejaculated. After about a minute, we both recovered and she got off of me. We both laid there side by side, with our pants down around our ankles and our boots still on.
Kristen broke the silence. “Is your water bottle handy?”
I slowly sat up and pulled my boxers and pants back up. I then leaned into the front seat and pick up my water bottle that was stashed in the center console. I handed it to her and she took the cap off before taking a long swig. When she was done, she put the cap back on and put the water bottle down next to her with offering me any. Again, I smiled to myself. She certainly had some weird habits.
We then laid back down, still in a state of bliss.
“There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you, but I feel weird about asking,” I said.
Kristen rolled over to face me and propped up her head on her hand. As she did, her breasts dropped a little towards the ground. I noticed that her nipples were still hard.
“What is it?” she asked with a sense of curiosity.
“A few weeks ago you said you don’t like giving blow jobs because you thought it was gross, I wanted to know why.” I said as non-confrontationally as possible.
Kristen thought for a few seconds before answering.
“The truth is, when I became an officer, my father, who is a retired colonel, gave me a few pieces of advice, one of which was that I should never go down on anyone I outranked.”
Kristen’s response was said in such a matter of fact tone that I truly believed her.
As I lay on my back pondering her response, I began to grin as I thought about Jack Nicholson’s quote from the movie A Few Good Men. “There is nothing on this earth sexier, believe me, gentlemen, than a woman you have to salute in the morning. Promote ’em all, I say, because this is true – if you haven’t gotten a blow-job from a superior officer, well, you’re just letting the best in life pass you by. ‘Course, my problem is, I’m a colonel, so I guess I’ll just have to keep taking cold showers until they elect some gal president.”
I guess sergeants need to take cold showers too, sometimes, I grinned.
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