I had noticed this guy looking at me a few times during the last round of drinks and we’d made brief eye contact on a few occasions. He was tall, m...scular and handsome, middle eastern looking, dark eyes, dark hair, a hairy chest from what I could see from his unbuttoned slim fitted shirt. Basically he was ‘hot’ and had got my pulse racing at the thought of some fun and games, all just fantasy at that moment.My colleagues had just left and he was still at the bar, me at a small table. I gazed. I loved dressing up a few times a week. I collected sexy underwear from ex-girlfriends who left stuff behind, and from a few rare shopping trips where I built up the nerve to buy things for myself. After a few years, I had some really hot lingerie and clothes. I had a little collection of thongs, bras, stockings, shoes, skirts. I bought my own makeup and learned how to put it on. I bought a wig, and sometimes styled it with pigtails, sometimes just down. I would get all dressed up sexy for. Then I asked her, “are you bored?”, she replied, “pretty much”.Then I said, “if you are bored you can come over to my flat”. She said okay to that.I made rotis. She made curry. We had our lunch together. Then we watched a movie. I taught her how to play games on Xbox. We played “have I ever” without coca-cola. We were having lots of fun. We then ate leftovers for dinner.My next door girl asked, “What did you do this whole week?” I said, “some work-related stuff, watched some tv-series,. "Good morning, birthday girl. What would you like to do, today?"Susan stretched, the comforter came off her chest, and her breasts were exposed. She read my mind and smiled the little smile she had. This time I read hers, and said, "Not now. I made you breakfast, and it will get cold if we wait."She gave one of her pouts and said, "Ok, but I want my present right after."An hour and a half later we climbed out of bed. The other girls in the base had joined our activities, and had not yet.