Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 34

We went again later that night. The first time had been a balls out furious fuck. Second time round it was slow, sensuous lovemaking. She did indeed take much longer to orgasm that next time, but so did I, and boy was it incredible fun getting us both there. We must both have drifted off and slept for three or four hours. Fortunately we woke as dawn was breaking. Hurriedly we sorted our shit out, locked up, returned the key to its hide and sneaked away, mercifully undetected.

I tried my best to creep into the room unnoticed, but most of the occupants were either awake or actually up getting ready for work. The bastards gave a rousing round of applause as I walked in. Dirty minded fuckers! I don’t know what they thought an innocent like me would have being doing, while out all night with a hot woman. But they thought right, I’m sure. It’s impossible to have secrets when you live in such close quarters.

I grabbed a quick shave and shower, and dressed, fortunately I’d prepped my uniform the previous day. I hit the cookhouse for breakfast and several reviving mugs of coffee. Julie joined us at the table, prompting a flurry of ribald comments from the lads. She gave a daggers look, assuming I’d ’kissed and told’. Later though, I assured her I’d said nothing, they’d drawn their own conclusions. She told me not to worry, our closeness was bound to attract comment. She then confessed she’d had to admit to her roommates that she’d been “seriously well fucked!” last night, her words not mine. I postured pretentiously at that endorsement of my sexual prowess, earning me a playful slap. I was happy with myself though. It was the first time I’d had full sex, without at least a couple of preliminary ‘make out’ dates.

That next shift cycle was very routine, no major dramas. We had agreed that we would act as professionally as possible on duty. No PDAs. But that did not stop us from stealing the odd kiss or caress when we found ourselves alone. After the day shifts, we’d spend an hour or so together, at the NAAFI café, or the unit bar, before going to our separate beds, alone.

It was by then late April and for our first day off after nights, a sleeping day by rights, the weather was forecast to be warm, dry and sunny. We decided it looked good enough to hit the beach. We agreed to snatch a few hours kip and head out after lunch. It was actually more like 2pm by the time we started the fairly long, but pleasant walk to the coast. However, as was frequently the case, before we’d gone too far, a passing MT vehicle stopped and offered us a lift, dropping us off at the top of the short beach road.

The beach, being part of the garrison complex, was restricted to military personnel, MoD civilians and their families. As such it never really got too busy. And that early in the year was even quieter than normal. Just a couple of small groups of lads fooling around with a football, drinking beer from the beach bar, and a few families, with the kids enjoying splashing in the sea and doing kid things in the sand.

We found a fairly secluded spot in front of the low dunes that protects the beach and ‘pitched camp’, laying out the blankets and towels we’d bought with us. Straight away, Julie stripped off the light cotton sun dress she had on, to reveal a plain, figure hugging, black one piece swimsuit. Once again I marvelled at her lithe body. The thin, tight suit material somewhat flattened her breasts, but could not hide her prominent nipples or the subtle valley of her sex below. As she folded her dress and bent to place it in her beach bag, the suit stretched over her backside, sending shivers through my body and blood to my genitals.

Barely giving me time to strip to my own bathing trunks, Julie grabbed my hand, dragging me to the sea. She was desperate for her first dip in the Mediterranean. The water had not had chance to warm up to its summer highs, but by comparison to UK seaside temperatures, it was positively balmy. After a few moments huffing and puffing on the fringes, she took the plunge and dived into deeper water and set off at a sleek and rapid crawl, out to sea. I followed suit, but could not match her speed and fell further and further behind.

She headed straight for a floating diving raft, tethered about 100-yards or so from the shore, reaching it way ahead of me, and hauled herself out of the water. By the time I arrived, breathless and knackered, she was lay flat on her back on the canvas flat top, one knee raised seductively, soaking up the warm sun. I had to swim round the raft, to find the ladder, to enable me to join her. New fact about Julie, she had been a member of the country swimming team at school, and was hoping to join the Near East Tri-services squad, when they held trials later that year. Never underestimate the power of a woman!

I lay down on my side, facing her, recovering and enjoying her closeness. My position screened her from the shore, and after several minutes drinking in her slick, damp body, I could not resist reaching out and caressing her closest breast through her swimsuit. Her nipples were already erect from the cool(ish) water, but hardened further to be come like marbles at my touch. Julie’s eyes were closed against the sun, but she opened one and peered at me for a moment, but said or did nothing to stop me, so emboldened I carried on.

I continued to massage her tits for a few minutes, then gently ran my hand down, over her ironing board flat stomach, to the junction of her thighs, to trace the line of her body lips. Julie emitted a low groan and pulled aside the gusset of her suit to give me full access to her clitoris, which I circled gently with my forefinger. Almost imperceptibly, her left hand sought and found my rigid cock through my trunks. I followed her example and pulled down the front freeing myself to her direct contact.

We were both very conscious of the fact that, although we were quite a distance from them, there were people, including children, on the beach. Our movements had to be minimal and slow, but to be honest, that made the touch all the more enticing. A couple of times, as we slowly masturbated each other, I glanced over my shoulder to the beach. Nobody was taking any notice of the couple sunbathing on the raft (well, actually a couple of the blokes could have been looking in our direction, and if so probably knew exactly what we were doing, but fuck them; not literally you understand!)

Now, I may not be the most accomplished lover in the world. Maybe not even a ‘good ‘ one, but one thing is for certain. My ‘shoe spit shine’ clit rubbing technique has not failed me yet. Careful not to apply too much direct pressure to Julie’s love bud, I continued my gentle rubbing, occasionally diverting to tug on her labia and barely, just barely entering her vagina. At the same time, with just a subtle to and fro motion with her wrist, she continued to wank my cock.

My persistence paid dividends. I felt Julie’s body twitching and could see she was fighting to maintain her silence (you may have guessed, she’s a bit of a screamer). Neither of us was going to stop now, until we’d finished the job, properly. Then with a loud but, for her restrained, growl, Julie orgasmed first. Her hips lifted from the deck, without conscious effort and she bucked them against my hand, prolonging the pleasure. I continued to stroke her, until she could stand it no longer and grabbed my wrist to call a halt.

As she came, her hand had momentarily gone motionless on my cock. But as she calmed down, she restarted her clandestine tossing. I’d been right on the brink before and very quickly she got me back there, and beyond. My own orgasm broke and I ejaculated. My spunk gushing from my twitching penis and landing squarely on Julie’s thigh and swimsuit covered mound. I too had to bite my lip to stifle the shout that was determined to escape my mouth.

After the final spurt had escaped me. I flopped to my back next to Julie, just savouring the moment. Another incredible moment in our fledgling relationship. We lay together, but in our own private world, for about ten minutes, when she sat up and said she needed to apply some sunscreen, she could feel herself burning. We both rose, dived back into the water and swam for the shore, at a much more sedate pace I’m pleased to say.

As we emerged from the sea and headed up the beach, I half prepared myself for an onslaught of jeers from the semi-inebriated blokes or to be yelled at by incensed parents. Nobody turned a hair in our direction and we got back to our spot unmolested. After drying off, Julie handed me her Amber Solaire to spread on her back, arms and legs. I have to confess, more than a little ended up places it didn’t really need to be. But her tits and bum cheeks would certainly not get burnt.

We just did beach things for the rest of the afternoon. Lounged in the sun, Julie read her book and we walked the tideline to see what treasure had been washed up; nothing of interest as it happens. We’d certainly missed tea in the cookhouse, so I went to the beach bar and got us both a Keo and a kebab sandwich, a large pita bread filled with barbecued pork cubes and cabbage salad. They are delicious and very filling, a meal in themselves.

Soon, we were alone on the beach and the sun was drifting towards the distant horizon. I suggested to Julie that it might be time to pack up and head back to camp. If we had to walk all the way, the twisty roads could be a bit dodgy in the dark. There was no pavements or even shoulder in some places. But she insisted she wanted to stay and watch the sunset and see the bay in the dark. Not wanting to piss her off, I went with the flow.

In due course, the sun slipped into the sea, and dusk turned to darkness. We sat silent for a while longer as she admired the moon, reflecting from the calm surface of the sea, and the stars as they started to show their faces in the sky. I had to admit, it was a pretty awesome sight, that I’d never bothered to take in before. Her curiosity satisfied, Julie said okay, now it was time to make a move. We slipped our clothes back on, gathered our belongings and set off.

As we exited the beach, instead of heading straight up the road, Julie pulled me off, to the left. I looked quizzically at her and she laughed out loud and explained to me – “You remember, the other night I said the girls told me of several places they went to shag. Well we’re going to another one.” I couldn’t believe this was happening. I had been sure we were done, sex wise, for the day, but it seemed otherwise. I was also a bit pissed with myself that I’d been here nearly eighteen months, yet in just two weeks, Julie had a far better knowledge of the garrison sex scene than I’d ever have. We men think we are the players, but the women have us beat hands down, at least in this instance.

The place she was leading me to was in a grove of spindly trees, just behind the dunes, where a couple of dozen tents were semi-permanently pitched, widely spaced, on the flat sandy grass between the trees. Some were standard military 12 x 12s, others were a mixture of civvy ridge and frame tents, of various sizes. The civvy ones were all privately owned, and used by resident families, as beach retreats on weekends and days off, mainly in the summer. The 12s were owned by the garrison and were available, at a very cheap rent, for visiting parents/wives/girlfriends, who could not afford, or did not want to use the tourist hotels.

It turns out that “The Girls” had one on a permanent retainer. They each chipped in a few pounds each month for the rent, and used it as a bolt hole, for beach parties or, well to put it bluntly, shagging. Apart from us, the site was deserted that night and we made a beeline for the ‘girl tent’ (the fact that they would never have considered renting one to a group of men crossed my mind, so much for inequality!)

The tent was closed up when we got there, so we unzipped the flaps and entered. It was dark inside, but in the gloom I could make out half a dozen green safari beds, a couple of bedside lockers, of the type we had in the blocks, a bigger table and a few chairs. On the table stood a paraffin hurricane lamp, which we lit, providing a dull, but adequate illumination. By the flickering light, I could see that the tent had a floor of interlocking wooden sheets (they are used for exactly that purpose in extended field deployments), upon which were scattered a few carpet squares. The floor and rugs were a little sandy, only to be expected in that location, but otherwise the place looked quite cosy.

Julie placed her beach bag on the table, and to my surprise, produced a bottle of Keo Brandy and some Cokes. Rummaging in one of the lockers, she found a couple of mugs, and poured us both a generous splash of the spirit, and topped off with the coke. What do you think of my place she quipped. I was beginning to feel quite inadequate, she really was showing me up. I think she felt my angst and told me “Don’t worry, if you have tits, you can get away with murder.” That made me laugh.

We sat and sipped our drinks, they were warm where they makings had been in the sun most of the day but were just what was needed. We chatted for a while, planning what to do for our remaining days off, talked more about our pasts and plans for the future, generally getting to know each other more, beyond our thirst for sex.