Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 33

After supper had been cleared away, the resident DJ started playing his tunes. Julie was obviously in demand as a dance partner and willingly got up and bopped with our shift mates, but politely declined most other invites; except the CO, the lecherous old bastard. It had already come up in our previous conversations that I hated disco dancing, and although she glanced in my direction several times, she did not press me. Until it was nearly closing time, and the music turned slow.

Before anyone else could collar her, Julie grabbed my hand and dragged me through to the dance floor. I don’t mind slow dancing and happily went with her. It was normal for the smoochy songs to fill the floor and tonight was no exception, so we had no choice than to get real close, but not seductively. For the first couple of records, we danced a bit brother-sister like. But come the third, Julie moved in closer, linked her hands behind my neck and rested her head on my shoulder. I grasped her tighter, hands in the small of her back.

We danced like this for several numbers, until it was time to wrap the evening up. DJ finished the night with his regular sign off tune, Jeff Beck’s Hi Ho Silver Lining, which as always got the building shaking as everyone, even me, stomped and sang along, I saw Julie was really letting loose. When it was over, we were on a bit of a high and laughed and hugged our way back to the table where, the bar being closed, the team were preparing to leave. So we grabbed our few possessions, and joined them.

We headed back towards the accommodation area as a group. Most of the lads were well pissed, and Julie was also quite merry, but compos mentis. Without a moment’s hesitation, she held me in that, both hands on my biceps, head on my shoulder way. It dawned on me that she had been with me all evening, apart from those odd dances with the guys. And reflecting back, she had been very touchy-feely throughout; a hand in mine, a touch of my arm, even a hand on my thigh as we laughed together at some wisecrack. I decided it was time to test the waters a bit and reached down and wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her into me. There was no objection, in fact, she snuggled in closer to me. All positive outcomes, right?

As we reached the male quarters, the lads peeled off to go in. I carried on, to escort Julie to girl-country. This prompted a series of jeers and lewd comments to be thrown at us. Julie gave them the finger and told them to go play with themselves, but did not loosen her hold on me. When we reached the gate, she turned to face me, and her hands linked behind my neck again. Staring me square in the eye, she thanked me for persuading her to go tonight, for taking her, and for supporting her all evening. She said she had not really wanted to go to something like that, so soon after her arrival, but had had a wonderful time. It was no lie when I said the pleasure had been all mine.

After a couple of seconds silence, as we looked into each others eyes, we almost simultaneously leaned in for the kiss. I hugged her closer to me and for a few minutes, we just enjoyed the contact and the feel and taste of each others mouths. I could feel my cock stirring down below, but resisted the temptation to press it against her. I didn’t know for sure where we were going next, but I didn’t want to fuck up my chances by trying to rush her into something she didn’t want, or wasn’t ready for.

We still had one more full day and night off before our next shift cycle, so I asked if she would like to go with me down to Limassol the next day. Thankfully, she jumped at the idea. We had a second, and even more passionate kiss, and this time i know for a fact she felt my stiff cock against her as she gave a little rub with her leg, we parted, and headed for our separate beds. Actually, I stripped and headed for the showers, my hard on needed attention before I would be able to sleep that night and my ejaculate soon joined the warm water in the shower tray, as I imagined what could be if the current progress continued. And yes, I did clean the shower out after me!

There was a service provided bus from the garrison complex to town each afternoon, with a return trip each evening, if we wanted it. We met at the pickup point, and rode the bus into town, where it dropped off on the sea front. I took Julie to the main tourist area, on and around St Andrew’s Street. The street itself was a typical long, narrow Mediterranean shopping street, packed with shops and cafes (sadly it’s quite deserted today, as focus has shifted to the Marina Mall, further up the seafront).

At the far end of the street is a beautiful Greek Orthodox church. We were lucky, it was open and an elderly priest was more than willing to show us round. Really, I’m sure he just wanted to perv on Julie. It was a warm spring day and she was wearing tight flared jeans and an equally tight white t-shirt and a light linen jacket, all of which showed off her succulent body to perfection. I couldn’t blame the old guy; I’d had more than one good ogle at it myself. He finished the tour, by giving us a small glass of Commandaria, a sweet sickly dessert wine used in church services in Cyprus. We in turn gave him a generous tip.

We mooched back up the street, browsing the shops. Julie was quite taken with some of the clothing shops, where you could get shirts, slacks, dresses, even leather coats and jackets, made to measure, at ridiculously low prices. She didn’t buy anything that day, but meant it when she told the proprietors she would return and place some orders. We all did, it was too good a deal not too, especially just before tourex. She did buy a bottle of Cyprus brandy from the Village Wine Shop; she had liked the Brandy Sours she’d had the previous night, and wanted to try to make her own. The owner invited her to try a sample of Zivania, a potent Cypriot spirit, with the consistency of rocket fuel. I warned her what to expect, but nothing can really prepare you for it. She knocked the shot back, and predictably ended up choking and watery eyed. I couldn’t help laughing, which earned me a playful slap.

Finished with the shops, we headed for a kebab house to eat. If you’ve not experienced a Cyprus Kebab, it consists of about eight or nine courses of different barbecued meats, with salads, bread and dips, with plenty of red wine. It was Turkish Cypriot cuisine really, but fortunately this traditional meal had not been abandoned post division. Julie tried valiantly to eat the whole thing, but had to pass on the last two courses (lambs liver, then chicken as I recall). Me, being the glutton I am, I finished both mine and hers too.

Full to overflowing, we discussed what to do next. It was too early to go ‘home’, or for the nightclubs, though we both agreed with work the next day, that was not a good plan anyway. So we just headed back for the seafront, picked a pavement café, ordered coffees, and just sat and watched the world go by.

There was a big cruise ship in the bay and many of the passengers were ashore for the evening, and doing the same as us. One middle aged couple heard us speaking English, and struck up a conversation. When they learned why we were there, they remarked how lucky we were to have such a long ‘holiday’ in the sun. In many ways they were right. We did work long and hard, and our living conditions were not exactly five-star luxury, but the days between were pretty damned fun. Yes, we were indeed very lucky.

About 10pm, we decided to call it a day and grabbed a taxi home. We did kiss and cuddle a bit in the back, there was an unspoken agreement we were at that stage now, at least. But it was nothing like as full on as a previous cab ride I’ve recounted in another part. We’d walked hand in hand, or arms around each other all day, so it just seemed natural to up the anti a little when the chance arose.

When we got back, I walked Julie to the gate. We drifted together again, in a passionate embrace, kissing with abandon. I could feel her breasts pushing agains my chest, through our thin t-shirts. They felt wonderful and I was starting to get really turned on. This whole thing with Julie had happened so quickly and unexpectedly, that my head was still spinning from it. To put it bluntly, She was the ‘hottest’ girl, no woman, I’d ever had any physical contact with, and I needed to know this was real. The only sure way to know that, was to ask her outright. It was risky, but I took the plunge. I said something like “Julie, what is this. Is this a relationship? Are we an item now? Is this ongoing?

Julie rolled her eyes at me, like only a woman can when she wants to tell you, “you are a stupid, stupid man”. She said nothing, but grabbed my hand, unlatched the gate and started to pull me in. This was hallowed ground. No man shall enter. I balked for a moment, but she told me it was okay, she knew a place. In the grounds of the women’s block, stood an old Twynam Hut. It looked quite dilapidated from the outside, but apparently had been refurbished internally to provide temporary housing during the Cyprus Emergency nearly two years ago. It was closed up again now, used just for storing spare furniture (Hmmm, that rang a bell, but very different circumstances, I hoped).

From an unseen hiding place, Julie produced a key and opened one of the rooms. It was dark inside, and we obviously could not put a light on, but just enough bled in from the outside to enable us to see. It was indeed a storeroom, but a good sized area had been cleared, in which stood a pair of the single iron bedsteads we use, pushed together against the wall, complete with the hideous green rubber covered mattresses we were issued with. A large rug covered the cold, concrete floor beside the beds. How the fuck this place had not been discovered and shut down I did not know, but I wasn’t going to complain, or say a word to anyone about it.

Julie found a blanket from somewhere and draped it over the mattresses, sat on the open edge of the beds and beckoned me to join her, by patting the bed next to me. Finally she spoke, “I’ll show you what this is.”, she said, grabbed my face with her palms and rammed her tongue into my mouth, which was wide open in shock. We enfolded each other in our arms, crushing our bodies together, kissing as if the world was about to end.

Almost immediately, we started pulling at each others clothing, and in a flash we were both dressed in only our underwear. Her lingerie was not exactly service issue (or what I imagined service issue would look like, if it was actually issued?) Her matching bra and pants were, as far as I could tell in the dim light, wispy peach coloured affairs. What ever their designer had in mind, concealing the female body beneath them was not one of the considerations. Even in the darkened room, her delicious, hard nippled breasts were clearly visible through the gossamer material. And down below, her fine, fair pubic bush was equally on display. She glanced down at herself, then realising they were a useless cover, she reached behind her back, unclamped the bra an dropped it to the rug; quickly followed by her panties.

I had been holding my breath as Julie undressed. That breath now escaped in a sigh of absolute delight at the sight of her naked body. It’s no exaggeration to say she was the most perfect example of womanhood I’d ever seen, and probably still is to this day (sorry Mrs Duxass!) Her form was slim, firm, smooth and flawless. Her tits defied gravity, they were large, but without a hint of sag. Her slim smooth legs, which I’d not seen before as she’d always worn long trousers, were just sensational, and at their junction, that blonde bombshell. I’d not seen her backside yet, but just knew that would be perfect too.

My cock was by then so rampant, the confines of my Y-fronts was causing me pain; so why keep them on. I mirrored Julie’s actions and dropped them to the rug, allowing my boner to spring free in salute to her. Of course, I didn’t look even one percent as perfect as she, but she didn’t laugh, which is always a good start. I was punching well above my own weight here.

We lunged at each other, smashing our naked bodies together. This, without a doubt was going to be fast and furious. Julie reach down and grasped my dick firmly and stroked my foreskin up and down rapidly. I felt between her thighs, which she opened for me by moving her feet apart and squatting slightly. I groaned with lust as I felt her soaking wet sex. So wet I was able to penetrate her vagina with my fingers immediately. She gasped “Oh my god, I’ve been ready all day. Quickly, please, quickly.” And I’d been happy just to sit making small talk with tourists!

I turned her round and gently lowered her so she lay back across the width of the two joined beds, her lower legs hanging over the edge. She parted her knees, giving me an uninterrupted view of her pink inner lips, hooded clitoris and vaginal opening. It was calling me in. I was very conflicted. If I entered her with my penis right now, I’d cum straight away, for sure. But I did not want to keep her waiting. So penetrate her I did, with my tongue, as deeply as I possibly could. Julie screamed, very loudly at that first contact, but frankly, I didn’t care who, if anybody heard, unless it was the MPs or the ‘Girl Boss Officer’ who apparently sometimes randomly visited their quarters.

Julie allowed me to lick, suck and nibble on her lady parts for several minutes, firmly pulling my face into her with her hands on the back of my head, writhing and groaning in pleasure. When she was almost there, she pushed my head clear and declared “Enough, get it in me, now” I said I needed to get a Durex from my wallet (see, I’d learned my lesson since Part 3). “No..Pill” she grunted back, and dragged me up until my cock was on a level with her vulva, grabbed my hardness and guided me in.

She was tight, so tight, but also so wet that I slid all the way into her without stopping. She screamed again as I entered her, then crossed her ankles on the backs of my thighs, as I started to stroke in and out. She was still teetering on the edge from the cunnilingus, so it only took a few more minutes of penis in vagina penetration to finish the job. With more screaming and groaning, she climaxed intensely. I was only seconds behind her, and so, so grateful I’d managed to hold back to get her there too.

Spent for the moment, we moved to lie next to each other down the length of the beds. There were no pillows, so I rolled my jeans to rest my head on, while Julie lay hers on my chest. I drew part of the blanket over us as best as I could to ward off the night chill, on our cooling, sweaty bodies. “Wow, that was frantic,” I said “when we started that fast I was worried I would be finished before you even got started.” . A quick kiss told me she had done okay. (Why is it us blokes need that constant validation?). She admitted she did not normally orgasm that easily, but that she had been so horny all day, it was never going to take her long tonight. It seemed fate had just worked for both of us. Long may it continue.

I just had to ask, I’d being dying to know since we entered that building. How on earth, after barely a week on the island, did she know about that place and how to get in. She smirked at me and chuckled and explained. “You see, you blokes think it’s only yourselves that think about and want to have sex. That’s not the case. I knew after that second night shift I wanted to fuck you, but didn’t know where I could do it. I simply asked my roommates, where do you go with your blokes, when you want to get some. They told me about a few locations, and showed me this place and where to find the key. Basically if the key is in its hide, it’s yours, otherwise, fuck off somewhere else.” I couldn’t wait to know what the other locations were.