I felt like a teenage girl. But it was a cock only a mature woman could appreciate and handle too. Then I thought about when I mentioned the hotel sex...from the previous time. It wasn’t him. I was unsure at first when we were having sex. It felt, thinker and the way it moved around in my pussy. It was completely different. His genuine look of puzzlement at the end. It wasn’t a cover up. It genuinely wasn’t him. I have never had a cock as big or thick as that before. The feel of it all. It made. I rapidly found out that I wasn't particularly welcome anywhere off base when I was in uniform. While there was nothing overt at the time I could tell that people were uncomfortable around me. It wasn't quite as bad in civilian clothes but, even then, the haircut, the military stance, and the difference in attitude caused many people to avoid me and others like me.I stayed in NJ for about a year, then was transferred to Ft. Hood, TX. Ft. Hood was undergoing a massive buildup of troops at this. " Suddenly, it poured out of me. "Please, somebody, fuck me. Please fuck me." The belt landed across my ass. "Did you forget something?" "I am sorry, Sir. Thank you Sir!" My eyes were tearing up more and more. "You may turn around. We’re going to see how wet you get, and how you react." I obeyed, the bar spreading my legs forcing me to take tiny, waddling steps lest I lose my balance. My eyes met Tom’s. He smiled. He was relaxed in a chair with his hand inside his pants stroking his. He was already loaded for bear. So, he turned "in his sleep".As he started to turn he startled her. Her hand quickly came out from under his shorts. But she held her ground as he rolled over and continued to "sleep" on his back now. His left leg was bent against the back of the sofa. His right leg remained straight. He had nothing on but his shorts. In their previous encounters he had always put his shirt on beforehand. But he slept without it. So now he lay more naked and exposed than she ever.