Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 20

We woke relatively early next morning, after another disturbed night. I was surprised when Sandie announced she had to be back at work that morning. She had a change of clothes in her tote (ahhhh, that explained it), but she needed a shower, as she “stank of sex!” I was dubious. There were no private shower facilities, just curtained cubicles in the communal ablutions. She was quite insistent though. I could stand guard outside, or better yet, join her in the cubicle. Hmmm, now that offer convinced me!

We headed to the showers and chose the cubicle furthest from the door. When the water ran hot, Sandie ditched the coat she was still using as a robe and stepped in. I ogled her wet body for a moment or two, before disrobing myself and joining her. Taking the soap from her, I started to lather her up, giving far more attention than necessary to her breasts and pubic mound. With the sensuous feeling of my soapy hands on her tits and clitoris, it was not long before she was orgasming again. It was not as full on as some of her others, but a definite cum.

Just as Sandie was moving round to face me; to wash me, I heard footstep as someone entered the washroom. I made the sshhing sign with my finger, to stop her speaking. She had not heard the person enter and quizzically looked at me “what?” I pointed to the curtain and silently mouthed “Someone out there.” “Paddy?” She mouthed back. I shrugged my shoulders, I do not know. Just then I heard water start to run into a sink and used the noise to cover a surreptitious peek round the curtain. It was indeed Paddy (who else really as we were the only other people in the block right then.) He was having a wash and shave ready for his day out. Closing the curtain quietly, I turned to Sandie and nodded, yes, it’s Paddy.

As God is my witness, things instantly transformed into a comedy scene from a modern-day porn film. Giving me a shit eating grin, Sandie at once dropped to her knees in front of me, fully retracted my foreskin and took my semi-rigid cock in her mouth. I could not help blurting out an audible “Oh fuck!” Paddy heard and asked, “Okay in there mate?” “Yeah, fine thanks,” I replied, “water ran hot for a bit and scalded me, but all okay again now.”

I tried desperately to disengage Sandie from my cock, but she was having none of it. Despite my protestations, she continued to lick and suck me, driving me mad with silent lust. All the time, she peered up at me and I could tell she was struggling not to burst out laughing at my predicament. In the end I just leaned back against the shower wall and accepted it and sod the consequences.

As I was getting near the point of no return, Paddy pulled the plug, cleaned out the basin, gathered his wash kit and headed for the door. As he left, he loudly called out “See you later, you two.” Sandie could not contain herself any longer. She virtually spat out my dick, and through guffaws of laughter yelled after him, “See you later, Paddy.” Suffice to say, she finished the job, making me cum all over her face and tits once more, before washing off her hair and body, and heading to the room to get dried and dressed.

I followed directly, not knowing whether to be mortified or smug with myself for getting caught.This was the stuff of barrack room legends and I would not have minded being a legend, in a positive way, for once. However, the incident did not become general knowledge. I did tell Garth, but Paddy and he obviously kept it to themselves. But it earned me plenty of kudos points when Paddy recounted the story at a reunion piss up, many years later; there was no danger of recriminations by then and he just could not keep it to himself any longer he claimed.

In theory, we still had eight days of the block leave left, but people started drifting back to base the following Sunday, due to erratic train times and the need to wash and clean uniform abandoned to clear off on leave quickly, ready for return to work the following Wednesday. Sandie and I did manage two more fantastic nights in the block before that Sunday, cementing our relationship further. I laundered and ironed the stuff of Garth’s that we had used, and as agreed changed the, by then, well used and somewhat cum stained sheets. I could not though legitimately tell him that I had not been caught, but he got a good laugh out of hearing the story of Paddy catching us in the shower. After all, no harm had been done.

Sandie and I kept our relationship going right through until I completed my initial technical training year, that November of 1974. She never did get her own place while I was there, so our opportunities for sex were a bit hit and miss, but always good for both of us when they did happen. I tried to wangle a first duty post at a nearby operational unit when I passed out, so we could carry it on, and perhaps make it permanent. But world events had other ideas.

In July 1974, Turkey had invaded and occupied part of the Mediterranean island of Cyprus. Cyprus was, and still is, a major stronghold for the UK military. It was also a very sought after overseas posting, especially among service families, many of whom lived in local towns and villages, alongside the Cypriot population. Post invasion, it was considered unsafe for this practice to continue, and many families were repatriated to the UK and the posts filled with single soldiers, sailors, and airmen as soon as possible, so the menfolk could return to their wives and children.

It was not usual practice to place personnel straight from initial training overseas for their first duty unit. But because of the Cyprus Emergency, several of my course, including me, were to be sent there to fill repatriated posts. It would be a 30-to-36 month unaccompanied tour of duty, so I would be away from the UK for up to three years, with only limited chances for UK leave. I would have just two weeks embarkation leave to set my UK affairs in order, then on a C130 to Akrotiri, there to find out where I would be working. It could be anywhere on the island.

As virtually every couple who find themselves facing separation do, Sandie and I planned to ‘make it work’ long distance. Though we both knew in our hearts that 2000 miles of separation, in that pre internet and mobile phone world, was pushing the bounds too far, and that we would likely drift apart, and we did, almost immediately. Phone calls were hard to coordinate and very expensive. We exchanged letters for a while, but the replies soon got less and less, then stopped altogether, putting and end to things between us.

Three years later, when I returned for my advanced training, I tried to look Sandie up, for old times sake. I learned that she had carried through on her ambition to return to education and was currently attending a University in the East of England, studying political science. I was overjoyed for her!

And me, I had just completed three years on the Island of Aphrodite; the Island of love, with some tales to tell! If you are interested in hearing them, let me know.

To Be Continued..