Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 27

As closing time approached, Chris had made his choice and asked Sally if she would like to go out with him. It was a bit insensitive to openly do so in front of Julie like that, but it did give me the opening to ask the latter if she would like to partner me on a double date with them. Both accepted the offer and arrangements were made. Chris and I would be on the nights of our shift cycle for the next few days, but would be off duty for three days from that Friday onwards. We agreed to meet there, at the unit bar, for a quick drink, before heading into town for a meal, and would then play it by ear. The unspoken agreement between Chris and I was, as always, if one of us was to get lucky, we’d split and do our own things.

Come date night, as the appointed time neared, I sought out Chris, but he was not in his room. His room mates told me he’d gone out around lunchtime and they hadn’t seen him since. I assumed he’d meet me at the bar, so headed in that direction. I got myself a Keo beer and propped up the counter waiting for the others to arrive. Shortly, fashionably 10-15 minutes late, Sally arrived, on her own.

We looked quizzically at each other. Yes, like Chris, Julie was AWOL. Her parents had told Sal she had gone out shortly before she called, so we believed she was en route to join us. Sally accepted a drink, choosing a non-alcoholic beverage, and we sat to await the wayward pair.

By the time we had finished our drinks, some 30-40 minutes later, it was evident that we’d both been stood up. I know what you’re thinking, I was way ahead of you there; Chris and Julie had made alternate arrangements together. That turned out not to be the case. They’d both just decided that their chosen dates were not for them after all, and blown us off. Their loss. At least, it was Chris’s loss as it turned out. I never saw Julie again. Chris got a severe ear bending from Sal the next time they met, where she left him in no doubt what he’d missed out on.

So, what did we do now? Well, the choice was made for me by Sally. “Well,” she said “I was looking forward to a night on the town, and I still intent to have one. Looks like your stuck with me Titus.” Was that a bad thing on my part? No? When Sally arrived earlier, I’d noted that she was looking a lot more desirable than previously. Her hair was brushed and burnished to a sheen and clipped back behind her ears, exposing her face. Gone were the glasses (contacts it transpired), completely changing her features. She wore a soft knit thigh length dress, which accentuated her shape and the quite low neckline showed the deep cleavage between her, as suspected, quite large tits. All in all, worth a squirt, in my opinion.

The plan had been for us to eat at the Chinese restaurant, the only one in Limassol at that time, as far as I m aware. So we decided to stick with that. We grabbed a taxi into town, arriving at the eatery late for our booking, and obviously two covers light. It wasn’t an issue though, as they were immediately able to seat us at a double, while another group, who had been waiting, took our larger table.

We ordered our food and a bottle of wine, and tried to engage in conversation. As I’ve said previously, I’m not good at the chat up routine, so it was a bit strained at first, but as the wine started to loosen us up a bit, it got easier to talk to her. She had ambitions to become a doctor, but her exam results had not been quite good enough for med school straight off. But with a suitable bachelors degree to her name, she would be okay. So after her gap year, she was starting a BSc in biology; human biology she stressed, the study of men and women!

This led her in to observing the huge disparity between the numbers of single males and females. That the girls were lucky, that they could have their pick, but that it must be hard for you guys to “get lucky”. Then totally out of the blue she asked “Do you get lucky, Titus?”. I nearly choked on my chow mien. I didn’t know how to respond to that and said nothing. She too remained silent for a moment or two, then pressed me, “Well?”

I mumbled a reply to the effect that, she was right, it was very difficult to establish any sort of relationship, when the odds were so stacked against us. Especially when you were not particularly comfortable in coming forward, like me. I certainly was not going to tell her about my fairly recent encounters with sex workers. Sally just smirked at me, nodded and went back to her food, saying nothing more for a while.

What had just happened? Did she just ask me if I was getting laid? Was she hinting that she might be the one to lay me? I was confused. I was aroused. I could feel my heart beating in my chest. I could feel my cock starting to thicken at the thought of having sex, any kind of sex, with Sally. I bumbled my way through the rest of the meal, desert and coffee. I could see the waiter hovering, willing us to free up the table so they could seat another couple. I obliged, paid the bill and we left the restaurant.

The night was still young, the weather was still warm and dry, so at my suggestion, we started to stroll up the bypass, towards the area where the majority of the night clubs and discotheques were located. It was about a twenty minute walk. Instinctively I offered my arm to Sally, which she took in her hands, leaning close against my right hand side as we walked. First contact had been made.

Over the next two or three hours, we took in several of the clubs. I purposely avoided the strip joints that we would sometimes frequent, and where I’d not that long ago ‘bought’ a handjob from one of the girls who performed there. We ended up at one of the most popular venues, Traffic I think it was called, where there would always be a mixed clientele of Cypriots and all branches of the UK armed forces. Despite the mix, I’d never seen any trouble there, save from the odd drunk squaddie, who was usually removed swiftly by their buddies.

As usual at that time on a Friday night, the place was heaving, but we managed to find a couple of empty seats in the back of the hall and ordered a couple of drinks from a passing waiter. I would have been happy just to sit and watch the crowd. If you’ve read the earlier parts of my story, you will be aware I have a strong dislike for dancing, especially to that 1970s disco shit. Sally, of course had other ideas.

No sooner had we settled, than she had me up on the dance floor, to join the melee of electric wrestling that was going on. I hated it. I have no rhythm whatsoever, and knew I looked a total gimp trying to dance in time to the music. But in reality, no one gave a toss for what I was doing. They were all either enjoying dancing, or enjoying ogling their partner’s gyrations and bouncing boobs, as was I.

Reminding me very much of my first date with Sandie, back at my training camp, the tempo of the music changed, as the DJ switched to the smooch songs. Without conscious thought, Sally and I drifted into each others' arms. She held me tightly against her, pressing her generous breasts against my chest, so I could feel her stiffening nipples through the thin material of her dress and my shirt. As we moved together, her mound would occasionally rub against my groin, gently massaging my tackle.

The closeness and friction of her body was having an impact on me. My cock soon stiffened, bulging between us. Sally felt it rise and pulled my lower body harder against her, and ground her hips to purposely stimulate me. After a prolonged dry spell, it was glorious. I could easily have let her continue and bring me off like that, but as I felt my cum rising I broke the contact. Cuming in my pants the first time she came near me would not have been a good look. As I drew back, she gave me a confused glance, I simply said “Too much, for now.” She understood, and gave a knowing grin. She pulled me back to her, but mostly kept clear of my erection, giving me time to recover my cool.