As part of the early training requirements in defence, we would be sent interstate for various training. On this occasion, a group of soldiers, including myself, were sent for three weeks of intensive training, and a week’s leave would follow.

At the end of the training, the commanding officer told us that the local people would like to take us back to their place for dinner and a night with their families. It was a sign of gratitude and admiration for our service. We could go down to the front gate and meet a family. It was my first time in that part of the world, and it would be great to get away from defence life and meals.

I dressed in trousers, a T-shirt, and runners, the only clean civilian clothes I had. The family I met was friendly. The mom was in her forties and a good-looking lady. Her husband, I guessed, was older and a quiet sort of guy. She drove us back to their house about 10 minutes from the base. I was sitting in the back, enjoying the new scenery and answering numerous typical questions about where I was from, how long I had been in defence, and whether I was married.

Their house was average, and I could tell they were not wealthy. I quickly concluded that they were just ordinary, hard-working people who would share a meal with a stranger. Entering the house, they introduced me to the family. They had two daughters. I would have guessed at 17 and 18 and a younger brother. The brother quickly asked if I had seen action and killed anyone. At that point in my career, I had not been deployed and seen any action, so he quickly lost interest in me.

We sat around a small kitchen, eating dinner with the youngest daughter on my left. The girls had been quiet, with Mom talking as I learned about their lives. As we ate, the youngest daughter had her thigh resting on mine. As the table was small and crowded, I didn’t take any notice at first. Then, as we finished dinner and sat and talked, she placed her hand on my thigh and gave me a gentle squeeze. She told me she didn’t live at home, but since her parents had invited a young guy for dinner, she and her sister also came along.

The parents suggested I stay the night, and the idea of a quiet night and a comfortable bed was an offer too good to refuse. When I learned the youngest daughter would be staying as well, I was excited to sleep there the night and explore the opportunities.

We retired to the small lounge room and watched TV. Due to the limited number of chairs, we settled into a giant bean bag on the floor. As I made myself comfortable, the youngest daughter came into the room, and I realised there was nowhere for her to sit. She looked around, walked towards me, and told me to make room as she sat partly on me and the bean bag. As we watched TV, she was resting against my side. I could feel her soft, warm skin and was getting concerned. My excitement might show in the form of a growing erection. I took the opportunity to put my arm around her. No one else seemed to notice or mind.

As the night drew on, everyone excused themselves and headed for bed, leaving the young lady and me on the bean bag alone. She was leaning with her head against my shoulder, her small hand resting on my thigh as I caressed her back.

The warmth of her hand was now caressing my thigh as she slowly traced her fingertips closer and closer to my struggling erection under my pants.

She then looked up at me and asked if she could see it. I played dumb. I asked to see what. She said with a smile, “Your cock.”

I looked at her and around the room, and she reassured me it would be okay. Then, my heart racing, I opened the front of my trousers as she reached in and wrapped her warm hand around my cock. She slowly removed it from the confines of my pants. Then, with a gasp, she said it was pretty big as she slowly and gently ran her hand up and down its length. We lay there for a while watching TV as she slowly masturbated me. My cock was growing harder. With my arm around her, I could gently make out the side of her small, firm breast under her T-shirt.

As she continued, she would slowly grip the head, tracing a finger over the tip before continuing to masturbate me slowly. I could feel my arousal rising, especially when she paid attention to the head of my cock. The next time she played with the head of my cock, a small dribble of pre-cum dribbled out. Finally, she moaned and wiped the slippery fluid around the tip.

Realising I was getting close to an orgasm, she stroked me harder, and my cock was now hardening under every stroke. She climbed onto her knees and lowered her mouth over the end of my cock. My hand was now kneading her breast and teasing her hard nipple. The end of my cock was in her mouth, her lips around the tip as she stroked my length. She looked up at me and into my eyes. Her lips glistened with my pre-cum, as she told me she wanted to see me cum, but I warned her I could shoot a big load.