The Boys in Blue
Copyright© 2018 by Robin Lane
Chapter 41
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 41 - Romance set against the war in Afghanistan
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Military War Cream Pie Oral Sex
Four tired but happy pilots were directed into Alan’s office, an RAF mini bus had picked them up from Brize.
Alan came straight to the point after congratulating them on the success of the last tour. “The A10 has proven to be an unqualified success, so much so that another squadron is to be formed. There’re going to be changes to the structure, Robbie I’m afraid you have flown your last mission over there. You are to be promoted to Wing Commander; your main job will be to bring the new squadrons up to scratch. Tim and Dave are promoted to Squadron Leaders for the two new squadrons. They will be based at RAF Mainton on Salisbury Plain, I’m afraid you will still have me a Station Commander. Let me be the first to congratulate you,” he said shaking the hands of the surprised pilots.
“Now you have a month’s leave due you, starting tomorrow after your investiture for your medals, Air vice Marshall Sir John Bradbury will be conducting the ceremony. Oh there’s one other small detail, it seems four young ladies are waiting to see you at a motel. I was asked to pass that message on, that’s, if you are interested.” A large smile appearing on his face, nearly as large as the smiles on the four pilots.
Robert opened the door to number 15 quietly; she was sitting by the dressing table brushing her hair. He crossed over to her; she saw his reflection in the mirror and began to turn.
“No stay were you are,” he asked quietly.
Her face showed alarm, “What’s the matter?” She asked.
“I have some news, but I’m not sure how you will take it,” he murmured.
“Oh god, they can’t be sending you out there again already,” she whispered.
“No, I have a new job at a new station,” he replied sitting down on the end of the bed watching her reflection in the mirror.
He could see the tears forming in her eyes, “So what are they expecting you to do now,” bitterness creeping into her voice.
“They want me to form two new squadrons at RAF Mainton; it’s about twenty miles from Aventon.” He replied.