But the weather was surprisingly mild for late January -- a big improvement over the winters I remembered up north.It was 1957. "The South" was a very...different place than what I was used to in Indianapolis or Bloomington. Augusta was a pretty, graceful little city, but the "Southern way of life" was going to take some getting used to.Being new to the town, I knew no one. There was no "girl back home" waiting for me. Almost four days of my 12 days of leave were going to be taken up with. He's not very attractive, just under six foot tall, weighs 225, most of the extra in his belly and ass. He has dark hair, usually greasy, but dresses very well. His job as an electrical engineer doesn't require it but he enjoys it. The women in the office comment on it often and he likes that. He's been married just under thirty years and has three kids. His wife is a very pretty woman, two years younger, who's kept her figure and her enthusiasm for sex. In the four weeks Sam's men have been. She checked my name on a computer screen she had ready, then explained to me, I should proceed through these doors, then wait for a few seconds, until the system matched my body and face with my name, then I could proceed on into the club, where Miss Jessica would be waiting for me. I stepped forward into the closed area - a few seconds and the club door opened, however as I stood in the small area, an immediate spike in my sexual arousal swept over me, leaving my nipples hard and super. Then, he just laid me on bed; both my legs were hanging down past my knees. I knew what I wanted from him today, so I was enjoying every moment, enjoying his every touch. He slid both his hands under my tank top and pulled it up and off my shoulder. I just responded by lifting both my hand over my shoulder to let him take off the tank top. He was amazed with glance of my beautiful boobs in the designer netted bra (I was wearing a new set of bra and panty today). Then, he immediately got off.