It seemed like forever before he stopped. He apologized and told me again how beautiful I was. He asked if we could take our clothes off and just touc... each other. I agreed as I was feeling tingly all over and very warm. As we undressed, he touched me all over, rubbing my pussy and my breasts. He asked if he could "look at my pussy" and I said yes. He lay me on the floor and pushed my legs open. I felt like I was on fire to feel his big hands on me. He gently took his thumbs and opened my pussy. Together they slid from her ankle upwards, stopping within a hair of touching her pussy lips as she unconsciously stood on tiptoes. Then they slid back down and he did the other leg too. He could easily have touched her sexually, but he was just washing her.When he turned her around she closed her eyes, but stood, calm now, as he did her front. His hands on her breasts felt good, but somehow not sexual, and she was thinking so hard about that that she all but missed his hand sudsing up the hair. After meeting a few women for lunch or coffee I finally found a wonderful lady and we started dating. We went to movies and dinner enjoying each others company. We finally decided to see if we were sexually compatible. We undressed and proceeded to take a shower together. It was the first time for us to see each others bodies. I hoped she liked my body as much as I like hers. She had a sexy body with nice tits, firm ass and great legs. She had trimmed her pubic hair and I could see her pussy. Still groggy from the drugs. Confused. I looked down at my leg. Good, it was still there. They said there wasn't any danger of me losing the leg, but you never know what they'll do once they get a knife in their hands.I turned my head and sitting there was the corpsman – woman – that I had jumped on. She was a pretty brunette. Well, pretty in an Army sort of way. She had a tight body, muscular, and was wearing battle fatigues – desert camo pattern of course."Morning, hero. You saved my bacon.