Where it happened: Vietnam
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 7
Category: Straight
I was a Major in the United States Army assigned to the U.S.Army Hospital at Longbin, Vietnam. Days were somewhat slow unless we had wounded being brought in by helicopter. Evenings were usually spent at the officers club. I walked in and almost immediately spotted a tough looking Lt. Colonel sitting at a table by himself. I walked over and said, “I see you are a paratrooper (he was wearing a master parachutist badge) do you mind if I join you.” “Suit yourself,” he responded without much emotion. I sat down and he asked me what I would like to drink. I noticed that he was drinking a wine cooler from seven-up and Rosea. “I guess the wine cooler would be ok,” I told him and added, “But not too much, I get horny if I drink to much of that.” He laughed and prompt ordered another bottle. We remained at the club until closing time and then he asked me if I need a ride back to my quarters at the hospital. We hopped into his jeep, I noticed then that it was marked Provost Marshal. The drive to the hospital was only about five minutes. When we got there I asked him into my room for a cup of coffee. Actually I had other motives. This guy had a terrific body and I wanted part of it. Once inside I sort of began to fondle him and we were soon on my bed in close embrace. I had no intention of letting him have intercourse with me. My plan was to do as I had always done, maturbate myself on his kneee while engaged in passionate necking. To put it short, I did just that and after about fifteen minutes had an orgasm. This guy was no dummy, he figure it out in a hurry. “You jerked yourself off on my knee,” he said. “I’ll be damned,” Then without so much as a cross word he got up and left.
It was almost a month later when I again saw him in the club. I had a few drinks and suprised myself with my boldness when I again approached his table. “Look, Major,” he said, “You find someone else to help you jerk off; I don’t need to play that one sided game again.” His comments made me laugh and I told him, “You should try again, I could be a lot nicer.” Well, he did and we left the club and went to my quarters again. Once there we started necking and he fondled me. I let him remove my fatigue jacket and bra and suck my breasts. I was so hot that I thought I would die. Try as I would, he never let me get my vagina near his knee. Finally I ended up naked and decided it was time to stop him. I confessed that I was a virgin. I told him of how, ever since I was a teen ager I had always managed to make myself come by rubbing my crotch agains the fellows knee. He stood there with the dim light enhancing the ripples of his stomach muscles, his penis a full eight or nine inches and about as round as a two cell flash light. When he put it on I will never know , but there it was, a condum on his shaft ready to go. He lowered himself on me and with a gentle move started his entry. Only a little at first, then out, then in a little, then rub up and down the inner lips. My Lord, I was in a fit and I was ready. He then eased it into me. I instantly exploded in a wild climax, moaning a groaning for all to hear. I don’t know how long we were there or how many times we made love. I know that just before dawn he did it again, then he borrowed my razor and headed for the shower. Long after he left I sat there and thought about my first sexual intercourse, at age 34. I felt my vagina and the tenderness which now replaced the sensation of all night sex. I knew that my tour in Vietnam would be more eventful from now on. Nothing like that had ever taken place in
Texas.
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