Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 17

The next hurdle was getting Sandie into the block unseen. The vast majority of the trainees accommodated in our area of the base were away on leave. And to the best of my belief, only Paddy and I had stayed behind in our block. After a quick pause to ensure we were unobserved, I punched in the lock combination on the main entrance door, let us in, hurried Sandie to Garth’s room, and locked the door behind us. I closed the blinds and turned on the over bed lamp, bathing the room in a soft, incandescent light.

Those single rooms were not huge. The only free-standing furniture was a single bed, which took up a good third of the space, a bedside locker, and a chair. Everything else, a wardrobe, storage cupboards and a small, drop-down work desk, was built into a wall unit. These layouts were pretty standard at UK military bases the world over at the time.

Sandie’s eyes were at once drawn to Garth’s collection of pinups, taped to the wall above his bed. Centre folds and pages from various men’s magazines, all depicting topless or full nude models; shit, I had not thought of those. As I fidgeted behind her, she studied the images with a smirk on her face. “Do you have dirty pictures on your wall?” She queried. Red faced, I admitted I did; she would demand to see them later the following week. Chuckling at my embarrassment, she started to make comments on a particularly nice set of boobs, or a tempting bush (still the 70s guys!) Then she spotted a picture of a really busty model with a flaming ginger pubic bush. “Oh, snap!” She said, “we will have to compare notes later.” HELL YES!

I unstoppered the flagon of cider I had got in earlier (alcohol was another thing prohibited in single accommodation) and poured us each a mug full. Sandie was a little tipsy from her earlier intake, but still fully in possession of her faculties, so I was not worried I was taking advantage. We sat down on the bed, chinked mugs and toasted our success so far.

In no time at all we were in each others' arms, kissing passionately and pulling at each others clothing. As my tongue explored hers, her lips, her teeth; one by one I undid the buttons on her blouse, remembering those at the cuffs, and peeled it from her shoulders, revealing a pink, lace trimmed bra, that barely held her tits in.

As Sandie attacked my shirt buttons, I reached across and massaged her breasts through her bra. I weighed them in my hands, they were heavy and full, and I rubbed my palms across their peaks, feeling her nipples stiffen and push at the material. By now I too was bare chested, and Sandie leaned across and sucked first one, then the other, of my own nipples into her mouth. Another first for me, but I found it really arousing and groaned softly at her touch. But two can play at that game.

As Sandie continued her mouth job on my tits, I reached behind her and unclasped her bra, freeing hers, revealing them to me in their full, naked glory for the first time. Some of the poster girls on the wall above us, had nothing on her. I would say they were a large D-cup, with marble sized stiff nipples, set in puckered dark areolae. I gently lay her back on the bed and positioned myself so that I could lick, suck, and nibble her teats, while she continued to do the same to me. She giggled at the bizarre position we had got ourselves in but then mewed softly with pleasure as I chewed gently at her.

In this position, my hands and arms were occupied, keeping my weight off of Sandie’s face, but she was able to reach up, above her head, to work my trousers undone and extract my stiff member.

In my mind, I had planned that she would jerk me off and make me ejaculate early in the proceedings, so that if we did end up fucking, I would hopefully last longer. And if we did not, well nothing lost, I would have cum, once at least. Sandie started to pump me slowly, whilst continuing to kiss and lick at my nipples. But the position soon got uncomfortable for both of us. So, I got off and sat sideways on the bed, and she sat up to the left of me.

This relocation allowed Sandie to get back to work on my cock, without straining above me. It also allowed my access, under her skirt, to her. As she stroked on, I worked my right hand down into her tights and knickers, through her pubic hair jungle, to find her moist fanny lips. As I parted those lips with my middle finger and touched her inner labia, she sharply drew in breath and sighed loudly with pleasure. I found her hooded clitoris and started to circle my finger around it, eliciting more moans from her. Without warning, she let go of me, stood, and quickly removed her under garments, before resuming her seat, and her wanking of my cock.

Sandie was still wearing her skirt, just, but I now had much better access to her vulva. I resumed the clitoral stimulation but was now also able to reach my left hand across and insert first one, then two fingers into her sopping wet vagina. As our mutual masturbation continued, we were both heading towards orgasm. What was not in my game plan was that she would get there first. With a long, deep, strangled groan, she let go of my cock and pinched her own nipples. She pulled them away from her body, so hard, stretching her breasts, that I was convinced she would do herself harm. Sandie’s body convulsed and she pushed her mound hard against my hands, maximising the contact and her orgasm racked through her body.

Sandie lay back, catching her breath for a few minutes, eyes closed, contemplating, well, I know not what actually. When she had recovered her senses enough to speak, she took my face between her hands and drew me in for a deep kiss and thanked me for getting her off. I was of course delighted with that but reminded her again that it was her body that delivered the results in the main, I just provided a bit of friction to help it along. She smiled at me and kissed me again then, grabbing a pillow from the bed for her knees, pushed my knees apart and knelt between them. I thought at first, she was going to fellate me again. But instead, she took my cock in her hand, with a sort of underhand grip, where her thumb was on the underside, against my frenulum, and her fingers on top. This gave a different sensation to a ‘normal’ wank, which soon had me coming back to the boil again.

Occasionally Sandie would change her grip, forming her fingertips and thumb into a circle around my glans. She did in fact also give me a few licks with her tongue, up the length of my shaft, and beneath the glans; She liked the way that her tongue would make me tremble and shudder, but for the most part it was just a bloody good handjob. If my goal was to orgasm now, with the hope of delaying coming too fast later if I got really lucky, then I was not to be disappointed. Sandie’s handwork was absolutely amazing. No reciting of scientific theorems was going to hold me back this time. I tried to give her a warning but could not get the words out in time. She must have felt or at least anticipated my climax. This time she directed my cock directly towards herself, pumped me frantically and sighed loudly as my rapid-fire bursts of spunk hit her directly on the face, chest, and tits.

It was now my turn to slump back, struggling for breath, with my vision starring and fading, temporarily, to darkness. Through my drooping eyelids, a saw Sandie massaging my semen into her breasts and around her nipples. She appeared to be in her element. She was for a few moments oblivious to anything other than my seed on her body. It was a bit spooky to be honest, or perhaps it was just that I had not come across someone with a fetish before, albeit a pretty innocuous one.

Soon though, my vision cleared, and Sandie came back from wherever her mind had taken her. She got up and walked across to the towel rail, next to the radiator, and grabbed a hand towel, Garth’s hand towel; I would have to launder that later. She used it to clean the residue of my cum from her face and body. At that point she was stood there, unashamedly before me, in just her thigh length skirt. But that was soon to change.