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08-06-03, 06:57 AM
He was in awe of her beautiful naked body and yearned to explore it further. However, he was also concerned with proceeding too rapidly and short circuiting the happenings. He had little, if any, experience in these matters, but he had read considerably and was already thinking ahead to the next time. He did not want to be a bum-**** or rush things in a manner suggesting that he cared only about himself. He continued to let her control the action. She urged him to lay back upon the rug and let her examine his body. Will did as she suggested. She kissed him on the lips and then made her way down his body, kissing and licking everything between his lips and his waist. Will had only fantasized about such an event. But what he thought might happen did not. She teased him by kissing around his penis. It hardly mattered, Will was about to explode and she knew it. She gently stroked his penis and brought him to climax within a very short time. As he began to drift off, Carol Lynn laid back on the rug, took Will’s right hand and placed one of his fingers in her moist vagina and began massaging her clitoris. While seemingly sedated, Will was attempting to learn what was going on for future reference. He tried to understand exactly what she was doing, estimating how forceful and how much pressure he should exert within and upon this most elusive treasure. Will considered this “good advertising,” wouldn’t Carol Lynn be more likely to participate in sex in the future if she considered Will a thoughtful and considerate lover. He was successful. Carol Lynn’s climax frightened Will. He was amazed at the strength her body exhibited as she came to orgasm.
When it was over, they both relaxed on the rug. Will really wanted to sleep and dozed off for a few minutes, but was brought back to consciousness by the reality that he needed to get home. He kissed Carol Lynn on the cheek, raised himself from the comfort of the plush rug and collected his clothes. He chatted with her as he pulled on his clothes. Their discussion focused on what they would do Sunday afternoon. In all likelihood, a trip to the lake for a swim would be the primary plan from which the rest of the day would evolve. Will told Carol Lynn he would call after he woke up. Carol Lynn had all along planned to spend the night at Denise and Jim’s, so she told him that she would call him once she returned to her home. Will agreed that was the best approach and left her standing at the same screen door that they had been at an hour and a half before.
Will was thankful that he had a convertible. He was exhausted and needed much of the night air to keep him awake during the twenty minute drive home. He climbed into his 1957 Chevrolet Bel Air, turned on the engine, placed the transmission in gear and headed for home.
Will’s pleasant recollection of that most unforgettable evening was brought to a screeching halt as the groans and grunts of the shower’s intruder brought him back to the transit facility in Okinawa. The intruder was now stroking furiously as ejaculation was imminent. He was grimacing as if in pain and Will wondered if he looked as ridiculous when he masturbated. He was also wondering what he should do, having successfully avoided thinking about that dilemma over the last several minutes with thoughts of Carol Lynn. He elected to follow the course of non-action. He figured that once the new guy was finished, they could both slip out of the shower. If he noticed Will, he would hardly be in a position to question Will’s shower activities after displaying as personal of actions as one could possibly imagine in Will’s presence. Even if they did happen to exchange “pleasantries,” the likelihood of ever seeing each other again was quite remote.
This was a transit barracks midway between Vietnam and the Continental United States (CONUS) comprised of two groups of people with vastly different perspectives on their immediate futures. There was the group on the way to Vietnam who was anxious, concerned and downright scared. The opposing group was the group that had done their time in the “Nam” and was heading back with dreams of round-eyed girls, cold beers, and the ultimate dream come true - release from active duty. Will and the intruder could literally be passing in the night going to different worlds or bound for the same world. If it were the latter, they would disperse in California. If it was the former, they might not see each other again tomorrow morning. These kinds of circumstances provided a refuge for strange happenings as Will’s current situation would attest.
Will continued to stare as the silhouette finished his rhythmic pace and arched his back in subtle, but obvious pleasure, most likely by recalling some sexually explicit experience. After he finished masturbating, the intruder continued to shower. He was staring at the wall as the water bounced off his body. A few seconds later, he pivoted, but left the shower water running and walked to the entrance of the shower. At the entrance, he flipped on the lights and walked back to his shower. It appeared that a confrontation was imminent!
Will felt stupid and vulnerable. He was fully clothed and had been watching a fellow Marine whack off in the shower. Although there were no longer tears flowing down his cheeks, he felt that his red and swollen eyes would betray him. Remarkably, the intruder was intent on taking his place under the shower. Even though the lights were on, he rapidly returned to his original station under the pulsating shower water. As he covered the eight or so feet from the light switches to his shower, he did catch a glimpse of a fully clothed, obviously distraught fellow Marine walking along the back wall of the shower toward the exit. He had no idea how long this guy had been there, but he accepted the fact that he must have seen him jacking off and he was now in no position to question why a fellow Marine was in a shower fully clothed. He elected to leave it alone and headed directly back to the shower.
Will felt the glance, but also sensed that there would be no further interactions between either of the two participants involved in this rather bizarre situation. He quickly made his way out of the shower and into the squad bay. He thought that it might be possible for him to get some sleep. It was very late or very early, whichever way one chose to look at it. It was dark in the bay as he tried to consider the good things that were about to happen to him. He was going home alive and physically intact. Half of the guys sleeping in the squad bay were on their way to Vietnam; probably one of four or five would not come back. His mood brightened as he considered his good fortune, Carol Lynn’s impending marriage not being considered. Soon he would be on the “Big Bird” headed for CONUS. It had been a long time and he was quite excited regardless of who would or would not be waiting for him when his plane landed.
When it was over, they both relaxed on the rug. Will really wanted to sleep and dozed off for a few minutes, but was brought back to consciousness by the reality that he needed to get home. He kissed Carol Lynn on the cheek, raised himself from the comfort of the plush rug and collected his clothes. He chatted with her as he pulled on his clothes. Their discussion focused on what they would do Sunday afternoon. In all likelihood, a trip to the lake for a swim would be the primary plan from which the rest of the day would evolve. Will told Carol Lynn he would call after he woke up. Carol Lynn had all along planned to spend the night at Denise and Jim’s, so she told him that she would call him once she returned to her home. Will agreed that was the best approach and left her standing at the same screen door that they had been at an hour and a half before.
Will was thankful that he had a convertible. He was exhausted and needed much of the night air to keep him awake during the twenty minute drive home. He climbed into his 1957 Chevrolet Bel Air, turned on the engine, placed the transmission in gear and headed for home.
Will’s pleasant recollection of that most unforgettable evening was brought to a screeching halt as the groans and grunts of the shower’s intruder brought him back to the transit facility in Okinawa. The intruder was now stroking furiously as ejaculation was imminent. He was grimacing as if in pain and Will wondered if he looked as ridiculous when he masturbated. He was also wondering what he should do, having successfully avoided thinking about that dilemma over the last several minutes with thoughts of Carol Lynn. He elected to follow the course of non-action. He figured that once the new guy was finished, they could both slip out of the shower. If he noticed Will, he would hardly be in a position to question Will’s shower activities after displaying as personal of actions as one could possibly imagine in Will’s presence. Even if they did happen to exchange “pleasantries,” the likelihood of ever seeing each other again was quite remote.
This was a transit barracks midway between Vietnam and the Continental United States (CONUS) comprised of two groups of people with vastly different perspectives on their immediate futures. There was the group on the way to Vietnam who was anxious, concerned and downright scared. The opposing group was the group that had done their time in the “Nam” and was heading back with dreams of round-eyed girls, cold beers, and the ultimate dream come true - release from active duty. Will and the intruder could literally be passing in the night going to different worlds or bound for the same world. If it were the latter, they would disperse in California. If it was the former, they might not see each other again tomorrow morning. These kinds of circumstances provided a refuge for strange happenings as Will’s current situation would attest.
Will continued to stare as the silhouette finished his rhythmic pace and arched his back in subtle, but obvious pleasure, most likely by recalling some sexually explicit experience. After he finished masturbating, the intruder continued to shower. He was staring at the wall as the water bounced off his body. A few seconds later, he pivoted, but left the shower water running and walked to the entrance of the shower. At the entrance, he flipped on the lights and walked back to his shower. It appeared that a confrontation was imminent!
Will felt stupid and vulnerable. He was fully clothed and had been watching a fellow Marine whack off in the shower. Although there were no longer tears flowing down his cheeks, he felt that his red and swollen eyes would betray him. Remarkably, the intruder was intent on taking his place under the shower. Even though the lights were on, he rapidly returned to his original station under the pulsating shower water. As he covered the eight or so feet from the light switches to his shower, he did catch a glimpse of a fully clothed, obviously distraught fellow Marine walking along the back wall of the shower toward the exit. He had no idea how long this guy had been there, but he accepted the fact that he must have seen him jacking off and he was now in no position to question why a fellow Marine was in a shower fully clothed. He elected to leave it alone and headed directly back to the shower.
Will felt the glance, but also sensed that there would be no further interactions between either of the two participants involved in this rather bizarre situation. He quickly made his way out of the shower and into the squad bay. He thought that it might be possible for him to get some sleep. It was very late or very early, whichever way one chose to look at it. It was dark in the bay as he tried to consider the good things that were about to happen to him. He was going home alive and physically intact. Half of the guys sleeping in the squad bay were on their way to Vietnam; probably one of four or five would not come back. His mood brightened as he considered his good fortune, Carol Lynn’s impending marriage not being considered. Soon he would be on the “Big Bird” headed for CONUS. It had been a long time and he was quite excited regardless of who would or would not be waiting for him when his plane landed.