In 1984 I was stationed in Key West at the naval station there. If you are old enough you will remember the nation was in a pretty deep recession at the time and we started getting older guys coming into the military for lack of jobs elsewhere. They were great people to work with, always problem free for supervisors. I worked rotating shift work in air operations as the supervisor of a two-man team. I was assigned this new guy just out of technical school who was married and had a child four months old. He and his wife were from the Knoxville, Tn area and were about 23 years old, plus or minus a year. They were nice people and she was really, really attractive in a very refreshing way. You would never have known she had ever had a child.
When you work in operations like I did, you had busy times connected with huge periods of absolutely dead periods. You get to know your partner real well, sometimes too well if it's a bad match. This new guy was real nice and we worked well together. As is always the case, you get to know extremely intimate details about each other. You wouldn't believe the things I've been told at three in the morning of a boring shift. This guy was no different, and I am a master of drawing things out of people. I found out that he had to come into the service to pay for the baby. Both of them were from struggling families that had no money. They had rented a very small older house in town and were working hard to just get by. Entertainment was out of the question.
I was single, a fast burner rank wise and had a lot of insignificant but attractive girl friends. Within a few weeks he asked me over to visit with them, which I did and continued to do on a regular basis. I had them over often so they could use the pool in my apartment. Plus, I knew their situation and arrived at our visits with real nice snacks and other foods and drinks. In a short time I began to baby-sit for them. I had no fear of the baby and it gave them a chance to get out a little bit on their own.
During one of these nights I happened to really start looking around. An old but effective wooden "privacy" fence surrounded their back yard, so you could stand in there without being seen, and it had a side entrance to enter it from the street. Both their bedroom and living room areas faced the back yard and was only covered with cheap white see through curtains that were pulled back to both sides of the window. In short, at night you could see perfectly into their living room window and their bedroom window even without their bedroom light on and not be seen by anyone. You can imagine my interest in that.
It was nearing Christmas and they really wanted to go home for the holidays but could not afford it. As with all the other single guys, I knew I would be working through the Christmas holidays so I showed up unannounced at their house one night and gave them money for the trip. They were just stunned, made the trip and were very demonstrative with their appreciation.
Ever since we met, she and I had been very "touchy", which he did not seem to object to. But now she started hugging me much closer and more often than before, lingering at times enough that I was sure that she was teasing me with her breast as they brushed against me. I was hoping that my attraction to her was masked to some degree but I'm sure the state of my manhood was obvious to her during those times. I did a little touching here and there which seemed to draw no objection, but I let it go at that.
When Valentine's drew near, he tried to give me a little money to pay me back for the trip. I told him he ought to use the money instead to buy her something for Valentine's. Even though he objected, he eventually saw it my way. We worked the evening shift on Valentine's night and, with little probing, he anxiously described to me in detail about the little see through nightie he had bought her. We both got off about 11:30 at night and as I left work, I couldn't think of anything except her in that outfit.
So, I went to my place and quickly changed clothes and went over to their house. I parked in a small shopping center parking lot just down the street so that my car would not be noticed by anybody, went down and carefully entered their back yard through the side gate. When I looked through their living room window he were just finishing up his nightly snack. At the time, she was wearing shorts and a tee shirt but shortly thereafter, as he turned on the television, she went into the bedroom and started to undress. I moved over there with her and, as I watched her take her clothes off, I thought for sure that at least one of them would my heart beating.
She was an absolute knock out!! Her breast were even more full than I had imagined, tipped with large nipples that at that moment were round and swollen. Her well shaped legs came to a junction covered with a soft looking blonde thatch, all of it separated with a slim waist that showed no signs of motherhood. I watched as she reached in her closet and pulled out a little pink and white see through top with a tiny pair of very sheer matching panties, slipping it on very slowly as if putting on show just for me. Her nipples showed clearly through the top and the little panties allowed wisp of blonde hair to protrude from either side.
She moved slowly, turning all the way around, admiring herself for some time in the mirror. When she started slightly caressing her nipples through the thin cloth I thought I had seen it all and was shaking like a leaf. But, just as I thought the show was over, I was treated to what was by far the most erotic scene I had ever witnessed. Spreading her legs slightly, her hand moved from her breast and down her stomach before she very slowly and deliberately slipped it down the top of her see through panties. I had been able to control myself to this point, but when she very slowly started to rub herself, I took my cock out and joined her.
I had assumed that she was just giving herself a little feel, but after a minute or so I knew that it was the real thing. I had to fight myself to keep from coming prematurely, wanting to wait to see her all the way through. It was hard to hold back as I watched her as she moved faster and faster, always looking at herself in the mirror. After just a few minutes, however, her eyes started to flutter, then closed. At the same time, her legs started to tremble and looked as if they were giving way to her weight as they buckled slightly.
That was it!! Her mouth opened without making a sound, she bent over slightly, and her hips started making rapid back and forth motions. Her panties in the back were little more than a string and, with her bent over slightly, I could see the muscles of her ass opening and closing her cheeks as they reacted to her hand. Then she convulsed real hard one time and temporarily froze in place with the exception of her furiously moving hand. I knew she was coming and went with her, spurting the side of the house as I joined her. I came quickly, but watched as she came out of her momentary "freeze" and started a constant undulation with her body. She kept it up for thirty or forty more seconds, knees buckling and continuous soundless smaller convulsions. I don't think her mouth ever closed during the entire thing. Then she rubbed herself slowly back down to earth and finishing with a prolonged massaging of her nipples.
Straightening herself up, she casually went back out into the living room to a very appreciative husband. They proceeded to screw in every place and every position you could have scripted and, having been finely honed with her own fingers, she came often and hard with him. In short, the whole evening went well for them and I was treated to several hours of her both in the living room and bedroom.
I was hooked!! After that I became a regular uninvited and unknown visitor. It never became boring, but there were times I wished they would do something special. After listening to some of my stories, I found that he really envied my lifestyle and became very open to suggestions that I had. Needless to say, one of the first ones I suggested to him was to always have sex with the lights on because it "added so much excitement." Their bedroom was always lightly pretty well even before from the hallway light coming through the bedroom door, but after I mentioned it he always started leaving a lamp on in their room, making it much easier for me to see and greatly reducing the possibility of them seeing me.
I would make up something at work that I had done with one of my girl friends and could almost count on seeing it reenacted soon afterward. I told him one night that one of the things that I really enjoyed and found exciting was when one of my girl friends didn't wear anything under her clothes and did a little flashing, causing a lot of excitement for both of us when we were around other men. The next time I went over to their house, she was wearing a short thin dress. It was loose on top and I was treated to a couple of poorly disguised wide-open naked crotch shots and an abundant amount of nipples that were obviously staged for his and my enjoyment. When he was actually distracted or not around, she didn't seem to object when I would brush her slightly but very obviously on her breast and ass. I mean, it got to the point that when we were alone I would cup her ass fully and fondle it.
I couldn't help but be at least a little bit curious about it. I had also noticed that when they were out in public, she received a lot of attention. That was not a surprise. What WAS a surprise was the amount of attention she gave back when he wasn't noticing. I'm not saying she was flashing herself all the time, but the smiles and looks she gave other men and the carelessness with the way she sat at times made me wonder. So, when in doubt, ask. During a boring midnight shift I carefully but intentionally led the conversation in that direction. What I found out was that they were married some time after she became pregnant and were both sexually active with other partners almost up to the point they were married. In short, even though they didn't exercise it, they definitely had an interest in others.
After that, I became a little more liberal with my advances when either he wasn't around, couldn't see (such as under a card table, which we did often) and when he was drinking a little too much. I didn't want to upset the apple cart or kill the golden goose, but there were times that I was way too tempted. Even though I had many women around me, none were as fascinating as she. I had some really great looking girl friends that I brought around (which he openly appreciated) but maybe she was so attractive to me strictly because she was married.
He had a tendency to drink a little too much. He didn't get falling down drunk, but instead would fall into a light stupor. One Friday night, as we were all watching a movie on television, he drifted off. He was sitting in a large chair, leaving me on the couch with her. It was a situation that I tried as often as possible to create, as just her closeness was intoxicating to me. She, too, had probably one drink too many and was in a very laid back mood. When I started to rub her neck with one of my hands, it was something that I had done before in his presence and she gladly accepted the massage.
Totally disregarding the movie but instead keeping all my attention on his sleeping body and her tantalizing one, I slowly began to use my other hand to start exploring her relaxed body, slightly brushing her arm at first then moving on to her breast. As usual, they were unencumbered by a bra. They were covered only by a short tee shirt that exposed her midriff, probably four inches above the top of her loose shorts that finished out her attire. As I slightly brushed the sides of her breast with my fingertips, she would reach up and softly touch my hand ever so often and look at me as if to say "no." I didn't give up.
It took a lot of patience, but she eventually didn't object when I softly cupped her breast over her shirt. Over time, I began to slowly tease her nipples. Evidently, it wasn't lost on her. Even though I had been rock hard for an hour, she was just starting to react to my touch, which had become even more brazen. Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer and took my chance. Taking another glance at him to see if we were unnoticed, I brushed my lips against hers very lightly as I had done many times before. When she said nothing but turned slightly toward me with her eyes almost closed, I got my courage up and through the sweet smell of alcohol on her breath gave her a full, deep kiss. Not knowing what to expect, my heart was beating hard and my breathing stopped as it happened.
There was a mental "swo-o-o-sh" when she returned my kiss, soft and warm. In no time our tongues met and I went for the kill, gorging myself on her soft mouth, receiving all the kisses and tongue she was offering. There are definitely times in life that experience counts. This became one of them. Not only was I a few years older than her, but much more experienced with the mating game.