"I need to come, please..." I muttered and rubbed harder, pinching my clitoris softly and rubbing my fingers on the spot that drives me wild inside my wet pussy. I felt a tightening in my loins and a release and I purred while I rubbed myself as quickly as I could. I relaxed then, and closed my eyes for a second time while I caught my breath. I could only hope that they wouldn't smell me on it at the dinner service tonight. But, I thought, perhaps the men would prefer to smell it, being stuck on military bases so often. I smiled to myself at the thought, tidied up my uniform, and walked to the car.
I had plenty of time left so I drove leisurely to the base, signed myself in and reported to Terry, the nice man who ran the USO events. He gave told me I'd get my allowance in the mail as per the usual arrangement and I thanked him and asked if there was anything in particular I should take care of, and he told me that it was pretty clear tonight-just take care of the guys, be nice to them, and let them feel like they're not in the middle of getting shot at by Krauts on a daily basis. I smiled and walked into the whirling maelstrom of men in uniform talking to the other girls, grabbed a plate of doughnuts, and walked into the crowd.
I saw a promising group of men standing in a round drinking Pepsi and talking about baseball. I leaned into the huddle and asked if anyone would like some doughnuts, and their eyes lit up and they all graciously took some of the sweets.
One asked if I'd like one myself and I told him that I'd had one before I started my shift, and besides that it was about him and the other brave fighting men in the first place, not about some girl from New Jersey. He gave me a line about how I wasn't just some girl, and I was gorgeous and I deserved nice things, and I let it slide. I'd learned early on to hide the ring and let them talk because it didn't mean anything and they liked it.
I giggled and said I'd heard them talking about baseball. They generally agreed they had been and I asked if any of them had been on-base to hear the all-star game last week, and they said they had. I said I'd been at an event listening and wasn't that double in the fifth exciting. One of them complained that his sister had gotten him a signed Frank McCormick card and they hadn't even played him.
I acted interested and we talked for a while, offered to fill their cups and we all had some laughs. Then another girl came up and started chatting with them and I could tell that most of the men had become rather interested in her... assets, which were straining her uniform and made my chest feel a bit smaller than it actually was.
I excused myself and left to find another group, when I was surprised to find Ellis talking with a few guys, sipping a beer and laughing about something. I touched his back when I walked up and introduced myself all around.
He smiled at me and introduced a few of the guys in the circle, all from his sub. He told me he'd been bragging about his beautiful girl back home and they'd been dubious, when one of them piped in-"He's putting you up to this, isn't he miss. You want us to take him off your hands?" and he winked. I blushed and giggled and planted a kiss on Ellis's cheek.
"I'm sorry my fiancee can be such a handful, I imagine being stuck in a tub with him must've been hard," I japed, and the men all laughed. We spent most of the evening chatting about pictures at the cinema and I told them how well they were being portrayed by the pre-picture commercials and one of them joked that it was all smoke and mirrors.
I offered to grab them some doughnuts and they seemed to be pretty interested, so I rose to go fetch a plate and Ellis came with me. Kissed me on the neck when I bent over and told me he'd really missed me with all those men around, and he couldn't wait until his tour was over completely so we could get hitched. I touched his hand and smiled.
He asked if I'd like to dance and I told him I'd love to but I needed to at least get back to the boys with their doughnuts. To him it was just entertainment but to me it was a job. Not just a job, even, it was important to our boys that us girls entertain them a bit to keep things going and I was proud of how hard I worked to keep them happy.
I stepped back up with a plate stacked high and it seemed to disappear before my eyes as the men ate them and drank. Ellis walked up behind me a second later and asked if he could steal me away and one of the men gestured and said Ellis owed him for taking the best looking dame at the party all to himself and everyone laughed when I blushed again. I let Ellis guide me to the dance floor and I let myself listen to the band properly. It was nice jazzy stuff, the pianist singing out loud belting songs about how he missed his girl and how gorgeous she was back home.
I'd met the singer a few times, a nice black fellow named Grant who had two kids at home who they used for the USO events here pretty regularly. I gave him a smile and he nodded curtly while Ellis led me onto the floor, and then we were wrapped up in the sound of the trumpets and the piano and my boy held me tight for a moment, then we started dancing good and proper and I almost felt like he had never left, and the whole war had been a bad dream.
I laughed in spite of myself, giggles pouring out of me like fizz on a ginger-ale overfilled and flowing uncontrollably off the sides and no matter how much you try to catch the fizz with your tongue you can never seem to get it before it gets all over your favorite dress. That's how Ellis made me feel and I wished I could tell him somehow but he seemed to be so perfect that he probably never spilled his ginger-ale so I stopped dancing and when he noticed and made as if to ask me what was wrong I kissed him and gave him a playful smile and went back to dancing without explaining anything.
He grinned like a kid with bubblegum and I was glad to see him enjoying himself and I danced like I hadn't danced in a long time. I wished we didn't have to go back to the other men and I didn't have to keep putting on my mask and I could just have this moment go on forever but it couldn't. Eventually I got tired and Ellis offered to grab me a soda.
"I'm supposed to serve you the drinks, mister!" I said in mock indignation, and he walked with me to the soda fountain, where I asked for two Pepsis. I sat and drank with him and when I'd finished my glass I got another and we went back to his shipmates.
We all talked for about another hour until the party was winding down. We shared most of Ellis's embarrassing stories, which his friends seemed to take as fair payment for our round of dancing. He seemed a little frustrated with me when we left but I doubt he was very sore about it. He walked me through the parking lot to the auto, and I said my goodbyes and went to step into the car when he leaned in and told me he'd talked to his boss and he'd gotten leave from the base for the night.
Apparently a lot of the guys like to go home during shore leave so it wasn't unusual, and would I like someone to keep me company. I smiled at him and told him I'd love the company and he could drive if he liked and stepped back out of the car. Just as I stood completely he pressed me against the car and kissed me full on the lips hard. I giggled and purred a bit and pressed myself against him. I felt his hands fumbling for my tits and he grabbed them roughly through the rough fabric of my uniform jacket. He bit my neck and I was almost surprised by his ferocity.
"Ellis!" I moaned softly. "We're still in the parking lot," I purred in his ear.
"Millie, I'm sorry, but right now I don't give a damn. Some of the guys, when we stopped in France, well... they got some female company and I sure didn't myself but I just..." he trailed off and he sucked on my neck and I let him. He was still rubbing my tits and he pressed me against the closed back door and shut the front door with his other hand. I played with his hair and wrapped my arms around his back and moaned. He started to reach up my jacket but got frustrated and popped the buttons off trying to get it open.
I laughed a bit out of humor and a bit out of surprised and pressed him away and opened my shirt for him and he began to absolutely devour my tits. I honestly feared for the safety of my brassiere for a moment. I felt down for his cock and rubbed it through his slacks, hard and ready for some attention. I asked him if I could put it in my mouth and he just reached down and unzipped them.
"Please, Millie,
I'll do anything." I looked around hoping nobody had stumbled onto our romp and settled down onto my knees and pulled his pants open and his cock out. It stood at attention and I kissed it on the tip, tasting the salty pre-cum that was smeared across the top of his cock before taking it into my mouth. I was trying to take it as deeply as possible, like my girlfriends had told me men liked. He moaned and set a hand on top of my head and I bobbed my head ever so slightly.
I'd hoped he would let it go in my mouth and I'd be able to swallow him and we could take care of the rest at home, but when that didn't happen I wasn't especially surprised. He pushed me off his cock gently and I mewled my displeasure until he stood me up and lifted my skirt. They give us pretty short skirts to begin with, and he bent me over the hood of the car with my panties hanging out. I hoped nobody was looking as he pulled them down and swatted me gently on the but, and I moaned.
I could feel his hands on my pussy, feeling me and probing me and I told him to fuck me. I felt his cock rubbing on my pussy and when he entered me it split my hymen and I shouted, and by that point I knew that someone had to have heard me.
"Please, Ellis, just fuck me please." I moaned, trying to feel the pleasure through the pain and it didn't take long until it happened all on its own. I saw one of the fellows I'd talked baseball with staring at me, my bare tits pressed against the hood of the old Plymouth and I moaned. My Ellis gave him a look and he walked off looking like he'd seen a ghost. I wanted it to go on forever, Ellis slamming into me, but all too soon, I felt him jerking against me and he told me he couldn't hold on.
"Inside me, Ellis," I cried. He slowed a little bit.
"Are you sure, Millie? Is it safe?"
I pressed my ass into him and started fucking against him.
"Does it matter, Ellis? Fill me up." He sped back up again and I felt his cum filling me up in ropes, warm and delicious, and I started coming on his cock thinking about how full I was. "Oh, Ellis, baby, thank you."
He pulled himself out and helped me stand, walked me over to the passenger side of the car. We were halfway home when he turned the radio off and he spoke up.
"I'm sorry, Millie. I know we agreed to wait, but..." I reached down and pulled his cock out and started rubbing it, and that shut him up. Shore leave was a long couple of days.
Ellis finished serving his six years on February 24th, two years later. We were married three weeks later in the eyes of the court, and in the eyes of the church a month later when his family had come in from out of state to be there for the service. It was a beautiful Catholic wedding (sometimes a woman has to insist on these things, even if it's not all fair to her man!) held in the biggest church you ever saw, and I couldn't help but cry a little at the reception, it was all so wonderful.
He took me home and we made love properly throughout the night, and I'm proud to say that in the winter I'll be the mother of a beautiful baby girl. Ellis has got his old job back and I don't want to be too open about my affairs as of now, but suffice to say that the baby fat hasn't made him any less amorous when he gets home from work, if you take my meaning.
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