She melted back into me as my hands cupped the underside of her breast. I gently nibbled on her neck while my hands began massaging her tits. I slowly...turned her towards the bed and bent her over at the waist. Reaching from under her ass, I pressed my fingers to her pussy. With just a slight massaging of her clit, the wetness from within her started to moisten my hand. From my pocket I pulled a silk cloth I had cut earlier just for this occasion. I wrapped it around her head, covering her eyes. Around midnight, we finally got the sense of being alone, the last of the rest of the battalion having departed pretty much at 23:00. Our perimeter, expanded throughout the night as sentries withdrew with their sections, retracted again to cover just our own meagre positions. I found myself in the OP — nicely built by the artillery guys a year or so back — surveying the fading ground with a fading night scope. Not that there was going to be anything to see — the fuckers out there knew exactly. And when I put my arm around her back, then let it slip to her waist my hand instinctively went under the waistband of her panties between her legs, my middle finger tracing down her spine, to the small of her back, sliding over her asshole, slipping into a very wet cleft. She only moved her hips gently backwards and without meaning to a second finger slipped in. She was still having an animated conversation which I joined it every so often but with more and more frequency her concentration. .. Epiphone and Squire guitars, Ibanez and Yamaha 1970’s knockoffs. A Farfisa reed organ. I walked right back out. Down the street was The Two Bit. Do I really want to admit... ? What the Hell ... why not?DINGJohn saved me the trouble, “Bobby called.”“Shit!” I said.“Karen Rachael Post!” John said. “Such language!”I hung my head.“He hasn’t called me. I called ... I know they’re coming home without the band equipment. I decided I’d better buy Bobby the things he’s always wanted but couldn’t.
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