My hair, once tightlybound in a manly ponytail lay on my head in a mass of ringlets, held inplace by the at the back of my head by a large pink bow, l...tting theringlets cascade down the back. Pink and white earrings dangled from myearlobes while my face was made to look perfect for a girl. Reddish pinklipstick and a perfume, left me feeling very silly, but mom had made mewear this stuff, and I could not stop her. When I looked in the mirror,my only reaction was Damn! I didn't look bad as a. I take another sip and sit the cup on the table. The warmth of the coffee moves deep into my body, or is it my memories. I feel a blush rise up again as I recall our dinner and as my mind wanders my hand slides into the open edge of my robe and expose my breasts. We drove to a small Middle Eastern place near where I live now. The food was unusual, the textures creamy, spicy. I feel my hands scoop under my breasts, feel the firmness of them, and then squeeze gently, enjoying the soft contrast.. He quickly apologized, held the door for me and checked me out up and down like his eyeballs were on springs.Once outside, I thanked him for holding the door and asked him if he liked what he saw. He blushed, stuttered and said, “Hell yes, you’re gorgeous.”I moved very close to him and asked if he was in a rush and asked if he had ten minutes for me. Puzzled, he replied, “Yes, I have some time. What do you need?”I said, while brushing my hand across his now hardening cock, “I need some hard. "Yes, the shipping container weighs 300 pounds." For a radio?" Yes, I've been carting it around for four months now, and it's a real pain." You had it in Cambodia!?" Yes, that's how we talked to the B Detachment in Ubon." Oh, you're that radio operator!" he said as the lights came on."Yes, that's me," I answered."Hey, Phil. Come give us a hand," Fields shouted toward the house. Shortly a shorter, broader man came out. He had an OD T-shirt and tiger pants on and was very muscular."What's up,.