” Private Thompson and Private Lovejoy--yes, that was her real name--stood at attention in front of my desk. They rendered hand salutes and I put th...m “at ease.” They knew and I knew why they were in my office. I could tell they were both very nervous. I took a deep breath. Both girls were stunningly pretty- one a blonde and the other with jet block curly hair. Even dressed in their battle dress uniforms (BDUs), they eluded a sex appeal that not even I could deny. “Okay,” I began slowly, “We. The gentle touch, her soft hand brushing my forehead and hair with the care almost like a mother would display, was meant to ease me into a moment of just tenderness, yet it was filling me with lust. I did the best I could to stay calm, to pretend I wasn't having the kinky thoughts I was having, but I could never hide my feelings really. She took her hand from my chest and rested her palm on my forehead."I've got something for you," she whispered. I opened my eyes and saw her fingers grab onto. She agreed readily as she told me that she was alone as her room mate had left to her hometown and she was in fact looking to chill out that Saturday night. I was on cloud nine and it was like Beta Laddoo chahiye kya…??Then after finishing the layouts and designs we just came out to the hall and I asked her to relax and went out to bring some chilled beer and cigarettes. By the time I came home she had prepared some egg masala which were there in my refrigerator and she was also smiling slyly. She loved to have her nipples played with. So there wewere driving along the expressway with truckers honkingat the sight of her big tits. She and I were both veryhot by now. But we wanted to drink a little more. So wedecided to stop for one more drink.We stopped at a little bar that I had done someremodeling work a couple of weeks earlier. It was alittle neighbor hood corner bar in a seedy part oftown. We drank for at least another hour, most of the low-lifes in it giving her the eye, she.