Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 35

As always, conversation eventually lulled and Julie rose and fished the blankets and towels from both of our bags. She said the safari beds were going to be useless for what she had in mind (gulp), so gathered together a few of the rugs and laid out the blankets and towels on them, to make a relatively soft platform for us. There were pillows on the beds, horrible piss-proof ones, like the mattresses in the Twynham, but they gave something to rest our heads on.

Our ‘bed’ made, Julie excused herself and went outside for several minutes, I assume to relieve herself. I was still sat at the table when she returned, so she came over, stood in front of me, and slowly and seductively peeled her dress off over her head, and threw it onto one of the beds. Once again she stood before me in her skin tight swimsuit. In the faint lamplight, I could see her nipples were already poking out, drawing my attention straight to her Lycra covered tits.

I reached out and pulled her towards me, and kissed the cloth between her breasts, before moving my mouth, to each pouting nipple in turn, biting gently through the material. Julie reached down and pulled my T-shirt over my head. Two can play at that game, so reaching to her shoulders, I peeled the straps of her swimsuit off and down her arms, taking the top of the suit with them, down to her waist. My mouth went back to its twin targets, licking and sucking at her teats, drawing a loud growl from her; no one was going to hear us here, so have at it girl!

Reaching out her hand, Julie pulled me up, out of the chair, over to the floor bed, and made me lay down, on my back on it. Then, kneeling beside me, she unfastened my shorts, and in one motion pulled them and my bathing trunks off, tossing them away to join her dress. She, moved up to straddle my thighs, and leaned forward to kiss my mouth, her incredibly firm breasts, with their turgid tips, piercing into my chest. As she kissed, I felt as if she was sucking the very breath out of me. She chewed my tongue and licked the back of my teeth, as if they were her own. Her tongue was long and agile, and could work wonders. And very soon would prove that, in spades.

She broke off from my mouth and slowly, very slowly started to kiss her way down my neck and upper body. After brief diversions to take in and tease each of my nipples, she continued southwards, pausing again at my navel, making me squirm and giggle like a girl, when she screwed her tongue into it. That was one of my moves, and I hoped to get her back later. Ever onwards, she reached the top of my pubic hair. Then, driving me mad with frustration, she bypassed my engorged genitals, and kissed and licked her way down the inside of one thigh, to the knee, then back up the other.

As she returned to my groin, a hand parted my legs, lifted my balls up and without warning, I felt her tongue licking up and down my perineum. I had never had that done to me before, and the new sensation drove me wild. As she licked, kissed and sucked at the root of my cock, beneath my testicles, for the briefest of moments the tip of her tongue circled my anus, I thought I was going to cum on the spot, but managed to hold the feeling off, just.

Leaving the area beneath, Julie sucked first one, then the other, testicle in to her mouth, drawing her lips back over them as she pulled out, ejecting them with an audible pop. Finally, her mouth reached my penis, licking up its full length to its flabby uncut tip. Then, fully retracting my foreskin, across my frenulum. I could stand the teasing no longer, I grasped the back of her head and encouraged, not forced, her to take me properly into her mouth. She got the message, pursed her lips, and used my cock to penetrate them, as if it were entering a tight vagina. I’m on record as saying a mouth can never equal the feeling of a pussy; on that occasion I made an exception to that rule.

Although I am not that big, Julie wrapped several fingers around the base of my cock, to limit how much of me went into her mouth. Then, without further stalling, started to bob her head up and down, sucking hard on me on each upstroke, I love that! All the teasing had got me highly aroused and after only 5-10 minutes, I could feel my climax approaching and warned her I was about to pop. She acknowledged me, but carried right on with her head motion.

As I always try to do, to maximise my orgasm, I held back until I no longer had any control left at all. I tried to pull Julie clear, but she would not budge, so I had no choice but to explode in her mouth. The intensity of my climax made both my vision and my hearing fade away temporarily, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, fit to burst. To this day, I have no idea if she ‘spat or swallowed’ that night. I assume the latter, as when I regained my senses she was back, kissing my mouth again, giving me a taste of the residue of my own semen. Why not, she was willing to do so, why shouldn’t I.

It’s not often I’m able to stay hard enough for vaginal penetration, straight after ejaculation, especially as that was my second orgasm within a few hours. But Julie was so incredibly sexy, I stayed erect just at the sight of her, not even fully naked body. She soon changed that though, as she stood and peeled off her swimsuit completely. As she stood astride me for a moment, I had an uninterrupted view of her vulva from below, straight into her gaping vaginal opening. Knowing that I would soon be impaled, balls deep in there, made me, if possible, even harder.

Julie, true to form, did not hang back. Did not waste an opportunity. Kneeling back down, astride my hips, she fed my throbbing penis straight into herself. I had not even touched her sex, not even once, since we arrived in the tent, but she was literally dripping wet with anticipation. I never once did not feel the urge to cum the second I entered her, such was the effect she had on me. But it was only a passing feeling. This time I was fully satiated already, and knew I could control myself almost indefinitely and make this all about her. I told her “Use me, go wild!”

She took me at my word. Without pausing, she gritted her teeth and started to hump my cock for all she was worth, while I just ‘laid back and thought of England’. It’s not that it wasn’t wonderful for me, but I didn’t care about me right then. As she pounded away , Julie was grunting and squealing like a stuck pig. Despite the ferocity of her thrusts, her perfect breasts barely moved, so firm were they. As white, smooth and hard as fine marble.

Julie stopped moving all of a sudden, which concerned me a lot, but it was just to adjust her position. I don’t know what it’s called, but she ended up, still impaled on me with her hands behind her back on my legs, and her feet flat on the floor in front of her, like a crab. This position had, three major advantages. Firstly, the view it gave me, of my penis sliding in and out of her was absolutely amazing. Secondly, it freed my hips to meet her thrusts, so we slammed together, hard. And finally, it gave me free access to rub her clitoris to supplement our pelvic motion.

I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone so vocal during sex. Most porn films I’ve seen, and that is a lot, were silent movies compared to Julie that night, and most of them are faked; I sincerely hoped this was not faked too. Her noises were totally animalistic, and were building to a final crescendo. She came with a primal scream, loud enough to wake the dead. Her convulsions lasted a good 20-30 seconds, and she gushed, soaking us both in the process. She collapsed back onto me, putting quite a strain on my penis, which bent down, but remained inside her.

We were both panting from the exertion, and sweating profusely. The contentment on Julie’s face was an absolute picture, and I would guess I looked pretty smug myself. After a short recovery period, she said “You didn’t cum?”, a question, not a statement. I shook my head, no. “Could you?” She asked, me: “I think so.”, her: “Have at it then.”

I eased her off of me and got her to lie on her back on the bedding. Climbing between her parted legs, I slipped my cock straight back in. It was pure animal rutting on my part now. I started slow, allowing Julie to match to my tempo, then built it up until I could go no faster. In truth, I could honestly have called it a night before this, but after telling her I could get there, I didn’t want to retract. Thankfully, just a couple of minutes later, I felt my spunk rising and ejaculated into her, for the final time that night.

We were absolutely spent. There was no question of us going anywhere that night, but we might as well be as comfortable as possible. I dragged two of the safari beds together, grabbed the rubberised pillows and the blankets. The floor had been fine for sex, but was not going to be that hot for sleeping. We went to bed, cocooned ourselves in the blankets and settled down. We were close enough to be able to hold each other tightly until we dropped off. As my eyes started to droop a thought occurred to me. As I stated at the end of Part 8, I’d nearly told Sally she was the best sex I’d ever had. Well sorry girl, you just got totally eclipsed. Julie now wore that crown, and to be honest, would do for the rest of my life.

We woke, still entangled, around dawn. The lamp had long since burned out, so it was still quite dark in the tent. I realised we’d been disturbed by the sound of a vehicle approaching. It was probably an MP patrol. Technically we were not doing anything wrong, but it would be awkward to have to explain ourselves to the monkeys. There was no need to worry though, it was just a slow drive by, and from the outside, no one could really tell the tent was occupied.

We rose, snuck out to the bushes for a pee, Julie doing so still naked, I’m sure just to tease me, as she deliberately paraded in front of me as she exited, then returned. We dressed, squared away the tent and started out for home. Once again we were offered and accepted a ride, shortly after hitting the main road. We got back in time to take a much needed breakfast, before parting at the Lady Garden Gate, with arrangements to meet later.

I realise I’m waffling on now, so will draw things to a close. Julie and I were a definite ‘item’ now and everyone fully accepted us as a couple. With luck, we had a long time together ahead of us, the remainder of that year and most of the following one, before life would once again rear its ugly head. Mostly we worked the same shift together, thanks Sarge, but now and again had to move to others, to cover leaves, sickness, etc. That could cause finding time to be together difficult, due to opposing shift patterns. Julie also got that promised single room, which presented a whole new set of challenges. Suffice to say, we were never caught.

We took UK leave together, during which she met my family, and I hers. Both seemed more than happy with our relationship, though frankly it was their problem, not ours, if they didn’t approve. We made plenty of use of the the Twynham and the tent, though we never, ever, hit the heights of that first night under canvas again. Don’t misunderstand me, our sex was always good, if not great. I still found it hard to believe a woman as stunning and switched on as Julie would have anything to do with me, but I was just eternally grateful that fate threw us together as it did.

Right on schedule, the elephant in the room started trumpeting loudly. As my tour of duty wound to its conclusion, I received the customary 90-day warning to move notice. As I’d hoped, I’d been ***********ed for an advanced technical training course, another year back at the school, with guaranteed promotion when (if) I completed the training. The time had come to make a decision about our future together. Framing it as just a special treat, I booked us a room at one of the ‘posh’ beachfront hotels for a weekend of ‘relaxation and fun’. And that first night we had plenty of ‘fun’ in the luxury of a soft king size bed.

The next night, I told Julie I couldn’t be bothered to walk out to find food, let’s eat here. She balked a bit as it was really expensive, but I insisted it would be my treat, to celebrate my forthcoming advancement. The Maitre De nearly blew it, when he said loudly, “Your table is ready for you, Sir.” (it was of course all pre-booked). Julie either didn’t, or chose not to notice, as we were led to a secluded corner table. We had a wonderful meal, with a good bottle of wine, which I needed to calm my nerves.

To end the meal, I ordered coffee and cognac, and dived in. I won’t bore you with details, but as I’m certain you’ve worked out, I proposed marriage to Julie. I was met with silence. She drained her Brandy, reached across to me, took my hand and said “Let’s go up to the room.”. This did not bode well. As we left, the MD looked quizzically at me and I gave him that palm down shake of the hand, not sure yet, but keep that champagne on ice for me.

We were silent in the lift and until we reached the room. When we entered Julie went straight to the bathroom, leaving me to sit nervously on the edge of the bed, for what seemed like a lifetime. She finally came out, sat next to me, took both of my hands in hers, and started to speak. She told me she had her suspicions there was more to this weekend than I had let on. I’d been off, no not off, different, since I’d received my posting notice. She thought I was going to dump her, but my proposal had taken her by surprise. She went on.

“Titus, I love you dearly, god knows I do. Look, I’m not saying no to marrying you, I’m saying not yet! Like you, I have ambitions to attend ATT, get at least three stripes and hopefully then, take a commission (for the record, she was later commissioned, I never followed through on that, content to end up as a Warrant Officer.) she continued “We are both still young and have a lot to accomplish before we settle down and start a family, we have plenty of time for that. I’m just not ready to be ‘wife of…’ yet. I hope you understand.”

I was gutted, and on the verge of tears, but yes, I did understand. As was normal, she was the more levelheaded and pragmatic of the two of us. She was organised, decisive and resourceful. She would make a bloody good officer, and did. She realised I needed a little alone time and did not try to stop me as I went out to the balcony.

As I sat listening to the small Mediterranean waves, breaking on the beach, I chewed over my options. My mind kept grasping at straws. I could not get some of her words, like ‘not yet, settle down later, start a family’ out of my head. She had not turned me down flatly and, as far as I knew, she was still in there waiting for me. I loved her, and didn’t want to throw away even a remote possibility of spending the rest of my life with her. This time I’d not rush into dumping the girl, just because things didn’t go exactly as I wanted them to. I’d learned that lesson.

After about an hour, with perfect timing as I made my decision, I heard the door to the balcony door open, and Julie came out, stood behind me and hugged me. I told her it was okay, we should just forget tonight ever happened, carry on as we were and let what was going to happen, happen. She agreed, but added, “Trust me, you’ll know when it’s time to ask me again to get the answer you want. But let’s not forget tonight completely, let’s have something to remember.” With that, she took my hand, led me to bed and fucked my brains out.

We did carry on. There was a noticeable but not too detrimental change in the dynamic between us, but we worked through it. When the day finally arrived that August, Julie came to the air head with me, to see me off. We had agreed not to make any firm plans about our next steps, until I was properly settled onto my course, but I already had it in mind to fly back, at my own expense, for the Christmas break to see her again. When the boarding call was made, Julie burst into floods of tears, bringing me to the brink of tears myself. I could see her still crying, as I turned for the final time at the gate. I felt fucking awful. For her. For me!

As the RAF VC-10 taking me back to to the UK (a definite upgrade over the C130 that originally took me out to Cyprus) banked over Akrotiri Bay, turning North towards ‘Blighty’, a shiver rippled through my body. A disjointed voice told me, “You’ll never see her again!” The voice wasn’t wrong.

Watch this space for further installments.

To Be Continued...