The warm smell of the soft nipple of my high school sweetheart, back before the War that was. It would stand right up, that nipple, when I popped it i...to my mouth, but, no, she wouldn't let me go much farther than that. Nope. Virginity still meant something in those days.My first real woman was Polynesian. We were based on Maluka Nui, in the Solomons, 'bout the middle of '43, I guess. Had the Nips on the run by then, and we were building airstrips like mad on every shitty little lump of coral. The muscles in his thigh were jumping violently under her caressing palm."I'm not embarrassed," she said, almost defiantly."Apparently," he muttered."I've seen the way you look at me sometimes, you know? Even when I was only ten years old and I was just starting to get these," and she hefted her heavy breasts. "When I came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel or when I was kind of sprawled out in front of the television... with my legs sort of open... you looked at me... and sometimes you got. She was in no rush. Up and down. Up and down. I instantly hardened in her presence. It was like she could read my mind. Yes, I have a mind of my own. Just ask Master. I came several times by her stroking me. Don't tell Master, but she was better at rubbing than him. I will never forget the day her delicate, pink lips kissed me. I was a little afraid as I approached them - PTSD remember? Chompers was forever etched in my head. Literally. But, soft lips gingerly cared for me, soaking me with her. Lea had come to them.Ken's body shook with exhaustion and he saw that Jane wasn't in any better shape, as they both bent over panting, sweat pouring own their bodies. He stood and walked over to Jane, looking for where Lea was. He reached Jane as She approached them.Lea was naked and stunningly beautiful. Just looking at Her made his body, tired as he was, want, no need, to respond to her. Impossibly rich, curly hair of bright copper flowed to her waist. A small triangle of darker hair covered.