Uniform Behaviour

by Lucy Felthouse

  “Fuck this,” he muttered to himself. “I’m not sitting in this shitty weather for another hour for no damn reason!” Jack gathered his rifle and night vision gear and moved as quickly and quietly as he could to a large rock overhang ten metres from his position. The overhang gave perfect protection from the weather, but from there he wouldn’t be able to see any ‘enemy’ advance.

  No dramas there, buggers ain’t daft enough to come out in this shit! he thought to himself as he got as comfortable as possible.

  As Jack got settled in his new shelter, his mind drifted to Sarah. Jack and Sarah had known each other since she was posted into the regiment a year ago; although they were both flirty with each other in the bar, they hadn’t got close until they were both sent away to take part in a parade last summer. It was at moments like this, cold, wet and miserable, that Jack liked to think back to that day.

  It was a large parade and there was no available accommodation for the pair, so the Army booked them a room in a local hotel. Typically with the Army, the hotel was third rate but - its only saving grace - it had a bar with a late licence. As soon as they checked in, Jack and Sarah agreed to hit the bar. Jack was dressed as usual in desert boots, faded blue jeans and white T-shirt which showed off his big muscled arms. Sarah, given the warm weather, was wearing a light blue summer dress with small heels which showed off her shapely calves, the blue of the dress complementing her shoulder-length blonde hair and bright blue eyes. The light material of the dress showed off the curves of her toned body. At around 5’6” with an ample chest, Sarah had a beautiful body which her clothes showed off to perfection.

  The thought of the way Sarah looked that night gave Jack a warm feeling which ran through his body, a feeling which got stronger when he thought of how the night ended. Jack had never seen Sarah looking so good. Having fetched them both drinks, Jack led Sarah to a corner booth and gestured for her to sit. As she sat on the low sofa, Jack couldn’t help but watch as the light dress slipped up, offering a view of Sarah’s smooth white thighs. Sarah looked up and saw Jack’s eyes transfixed by the show of flesh. The corners of her mouth lifting in a smile, Sarah started to slowly lift the hem of the dress. Jack’s eyes opened wide as he watched, until Sarah stopped. Realising what he was doing, Jack looked into her eyes and blushed when he saw the smile on her face.

  “Sit down, you perv!” Sarah laughed. Jack started to blurt out apologies until Sarah, still smiling, told him to sit down and shut up.

  “Doesn’t matter to me hun, we all look now and again,” she said, casting an eye over his muscled upper body.

  The table they were sitting around was small and their sofas close together so that their legs kept brushing. As the night wore on and they drank more and more, so their legs touched more and more, and their flirting got heavier and more direct. By the fifth drink, Sarah was stretching out her legs until her feet were past Jack’s ankles, and to emphasise her flirting she would occasionally rub her foot up his leg, getting higher the more drinks she had. By the time last orders were called they were both happily drunk and sitting together on the same sofa, arms and legs touching because they were so close to each other. So he could face her whilst talking, Jack had his arm behind Sarah on the top of the sofa.

  They’d gotten to the stage of telling each other about embarrassing past sexual encounters, and when Jack relayed the story of the time he was shagging a one-night stand outside a pub and had been interrupted then chased by a dog walker, Sarah laughed out loud just as she took a sip of her drink. The drink went down her chin and onto her dress.

  Picking up a napkin from the table, Jack leaned in to Sarah and dabbed the drink from her chin and neck. Looking down at Sarah’s chest, Jack saw that the drink had soaked the front of her dress, and the wet material was now clinging to the curves of her firm breasts. Not being the sort to shy away from corny lines, Jack looked into Sarah’s eyes, their faces inches apart, and said with a smile, “We really need to get you out of those wet things.”

  Sarah gave a short laugh, her eyes shining with her smile and she gave the briefest of nods before leaning in and kissing Jack, her tongue for a split second flicking into his mouth.

  Jack took her hand, and taking care to mask his rapidly growing erection he led her upstairs to his room. Once inside, he pressed Sarah back onto the closed door and they kissed passionately, their bodies pressed together. He could feel her breasts pressing into his chest as his erection grew in his jeans. Sarah gasped as she felt his hardness press against her and without a thought pressed her hips against his, all the time their lips entwined and tongues seeking each other.

  Sarah pushed Jack gently away and, looking in his eyes, reached behind her back, slowly undoing the buttons on her dress. She let the dress slide down her body, wriggling to free it from her gently curving hips. She was bra-less, her firm breasts damp from her drink and her small pink nipples standing proud. She was wearing the smallest of white thongs and stood in front of Jack, her blonde hair brushing her shoulders and her hands on her shapely hips. When she was sure she had Jack’s undivided attention she turned around, bent at the waist and, in one easy movement slowly pulled down her thong and stepped out, throwing the thong to Jack whose eyes were transfixed by her neatly trimmed pussy.

  “Here’s how I want this to go, Corporal,” she said with a Sergeant’s authority. “I’m going to sit on the bed and you are going to strip for me. When you’re naked I will tell you exactly what I want you to do to me, and you’d better do it sharpish!” Jack was in no mood for insubordination and ripped off his white T-shirt, aware of Sarah’s eyes on his toned body. Kicking off his boots, Jack slipped out of his jeans and boxers in one easy, practised movement.

  Standing to attention in more ways than one, Jack said, “Ready for orders, Sarge.” Sarah looked him up and down.

  “Lie down on the bed,” she ordered. “I want to inspect your equipment.” Jack lay down and Sarah knelt between his legs. She placed her hands on his ankle and slowly worked them up his leg, feeling his thick muscles. As her hands got higher up his thigh Jack’s breathing got heavier; he longed to feel her hands on his cock.

  As she got to his hips Sarah let her fingers get close to his crotch but didn’t touch. With her hands resting on the top of each of his thighs, Sarah leaned closer and closer to his big cock until he could feel her breath on its tip. As he looked down at her, Jack moaned in anticipation. Sarah stuck out the tip of her tongue and lightly brushed the tip of his cock, making him twitch with pleasure.

  Sarah smiled and said, “Not just yet, Corporal,” and started to run her hands up his body, feeling every curve of his six pack and pecs before squeezing his big arms and shoulders. She was leaning right over him by now and his erection was pressing hard against her stomach. Seemingly satisfied with what she’d seen and felt, Sarah stood up and looked down at Jack. Her feet moved to either side of his waist.

  “Not too shabby Corporal, I thought you’d be impressive but you can never be too careful,” she said, looking down on his prostrate body. From his viewpoint Jack could see the curve of her shapely, smooth legs and above them her beautiful pussy, the lips glistening. Jack licked his lips as he looked, eager to taste her.

  Seeing this, Sarah smiled. “It seems great minds think alike!” she said with joy. “I’m going to sit on your face now. I want to feel your tongue on me and in me. If you can make me come then I may consider returning the pleasure.” Her knees either side of his head, Sarah lowered herself until her pussy was almost touching Jack’s mouth, and she was facing down his body. Jack went straight to work, grabbing her thighs and running his tongue over the lips of her wet pussy. He let the tip of his tongue seek out and circle her engorged clit before sucking it into his mouth, making her moan with pleasure in the process.

  “Mmmm that’s it, you feel good,” Sarah moaned as she watched his cock twitch with pleasure. Reaching out she grasped his c
ock at the base and was rewarded by feeling his moans vibrate through her clit. She squeezed his cock gently as he licked her pussy; slowly massaging his shaft up and down she started to grind her hips against his face in time with her hand movements, getting faster and faster until she was close to coming. Dropping his cock, Sarah started thrusting her hips as Jack sucked her clit. She squeezed her tits hard and pinched her nipples as she started to come.

  “God, keep doing it,” she yelled. “Suck my clit, I’m coming.”

  As Jack sucked and nibbled on her clit Sarah started trembling as her orgasm ran through her body. “Yes, yes, that’s it,” she cried, reddening her tits with her pinching. Sarah jerked as she came, almost smothering Jack as she tried to get herself as close to his talented tongue as possible. Falling off him onto the bed, she pulled him to her and kissed him hard on the lips, her tongue seeking his.

  “I love to taste myself, especially if I can taste myself in someone else’s mouth,” she told him. “I guess it’s your turn now, eh, Corporal? A promise is a promise, after all.”

  “Whatever you say, Sarge,” Jack replied with a big smile on his face. Returning the smile, Sarah made Jack stand side-on to the room’s full-length mirror. Kneeling on the floor in front of him, Sarah looked up and said, “Now it’s time for me to get that big cock of yours in my mouth.”

  Without a word, Jack put his hands on the back of her head and slowly guided his straining cock to her mouth. Gripping it by the base, Sarah slowly eased his cock into her mouth until she had half his length inside her. Sucking tightly, she pulled her head back until only the tip was inside. Jack moaned and threw back his head as Sarah started to flick her tongue over the sensitive tip of his cock. As she sucked and licked she started to massage his shaft. The combination of wanking and sucking was almost too much for Jack as she expertly worked his cock. Looking up into his eyes, Sarah could see and feel Jack tensing up. Without warning she stopped and stood up.

  “As much as I’d like you to, you won’t be coming in my mouth,” she said to a disappointed Jack. “I don’t want to spoil you too soon in our...’friendship.’ Put on a condom, Corporal!”

  Jack reached over to his jeans and grabbed one from his wallet. As he started to put it on, Sarah took it from him, placed it in her mouth and got on her knees again. Jack had never had a woman put a condom on him with her mouth; he was beginning to think of Sarah as a ‘keeper’! Sarah expertly applied the condom and stood up, this time facing the full-length mirror. Looking Jack’s reflection in the eyes she bent over, hands against the wall.

  “I want you to fuck me now, but don’t be gentle, I want it deep and I want it hard. Think a big guy like you could manage that?” she asked.

  Jack didn’t bother to respond. He eased the tip of his cock against her wet opening and, looking her reflection in the eye, grabbed her hair with one hand, her hip with the other and thrust his big cock deep into her. As soon as he was inside her he gasped with pleasure; her pussy was almost too tight for him, but was so wet he managed to glide in to almost his full length. He stopped with his cock inside her, savouring the feeling of her pussy squeezing him hard. Grabbing her hips with both hands now, he started to fuck her. Each thrust was deeper and harder and he soon had his full length inside her.

  Reaching around her, Jack started to rub Sarah’s clit hard as he fucked her, making her moan loudly. Jack fucked her faster and faster, deeper and harder until he felt her pussy start to contract around his cock.

  “Fuck me harder, I’m coming,” she cried. “Your cock feels so good inside me, give me all of it, fill me with your big hard cock.” He thrust hard into her, again and again as her second orgasm ripped through her slight body. Feeling himself start to come Jack pulled out of Sarah and made her get to her knees. Ripping off the condom he held his cock to her firm breasts and started to wank. Seeing what he was doing, Sarah rubbed her clit, striving to maintain her orgasm a short time longer. In seconds Jack threw his head back and cried aloud as he came, his spunk shooting in thick wads over Sarah’s tits just as the last throes of orgasm shuddered through her.

  “Mmmm, you naughty boy,” she gasped. “I didn’t say you could do that!”

  They collapsed together on the bed, sweaty and exhausted.

  Their first encounter was just one among many now, but it remained Jack’s favourite for keeping warm on a cold, inhospitable night. His erection confirmed that sentiment. He slid his hand in his trousers and started to rub himself. Engrossed in his thoughts he didn’t hear the footsteps through the undergrowth until it was almost too late.

  Whipping his hand from his trousers and grabbing his rifle, Jack spun to face whoever was coming his way. “Who goes there?” he demanded.

  “Thought I’d find you here!” replied a familiar voice. Out of the darkness came a small, camouflaged figure.

  “Sarah, I was just thinking of you,” greeted Jack, a smile spreading across his face.

  “What can I say,” she replied. “I managed to get a copy of your ‘stag list’ and when I saw you were on I thought I’d come and see how you were getting on. Trust you to find the only dry spot on the Plain!”

  “Just being resourceful, Sarge,” Jack replied. “I reckon we’ll both fit, but only if we lie down. That work for you?”

  “I’m sure that’ll do just fine,” said Sarah, taking hold of Jack’s top and pulling him after her to the shelter.

  Sarah lay down and patted the ground next to her, indicating that he should join her. Jack lay down and put his arms around her. Moving close to each other he moved her hair where it had fallen loose and kissed her neck as he pulled her body into his. As he kissed her, Sarah eased her hands inside his jacket, running her fingers over his muscular upper body, feeling his firm muscles and running her nails across his skin, making him shiver.

  Lifting his top and making him lie back; Sarah started to kiss his chest. Her hot breath on his cold skin made Jack tremble and moan in pleasure. Sarah was an expert in arousal. As she kissed, licked and nibbled her way across his body, Jack felt himself get harder and harder until he was desperate to have her. As she licked down his hard stomach she squeezed his hard cock through his combat trousers, giving a moan of appreciation as she saw he was prepared for her and ready to go.

  As she continued to kiss his body Jack forcefully lifted her jacket and shirt and squeezed her firm tits, feeling her nipples standing like diamonds in the cold air. The feel of his hands on her breasts was too much for Sarah. Unzipping Jack’s combat trousers, she let his hard cock spring free from his boxers and, after letting him feel her hot breath on him, took it into her mouth. The sudden feeling of Sarah’s talented tongue on his cock after the preparation he’d done before she’d arrived was too much for Jack. He barely had time to warn her before he was tensing with orgasm and exploding in her eager mouth.

  Sarah loved the feel and taste of Jack’s hot come hitting the roof of her mouth but there was simply too much for her. Although she managed to catch and swallow most of his load, she had to catch the rest with her hand. Sitting up and looking him in the eye, Sarah slowly licked the rest of Jack’s come from her hand, not missing a single bit.

  Pulling her to him, Jack kissed Sarah passionately before spinning her round, making her get on all fours and pulling down her combat trousers and panties. Burying his face in her crotch, he stuck his tongue deep into her tight wet pussy, rubbing her clit as he fucked her with his tongue. Sarah had her hand in her top squeezing her breasts and was soon approaching orgasm, her pussy tightening around Jack’s eager tongue. His avid attentions soon had her moaning his name, telling him she was coming and that he had to rub her clit harder.

  Jack brought her to the brink then pulled away, stopping her protests by spinning her onto her back, pulling out his now stiff again cock and thrusting hard into her. Sarah arched her back and ground her hips against him as he fucked her harder and
deeper, her pussy squeezing his cock as she came, moaning in his ear and telling him how good he felt inside her. Jack kept fucking her, thrusting his full, thick dick into her tight pussy again and again, telling her how hot she was and how much he loved fucking her. As she told him she was going to come again he asked if she wanted to taste his hot come for a second time.

  “I want to feel you come inside me,” Sarah said breathlessly. “Fill my pussy with your hot come.” Jack knew she liked him coming inside her; after almost a year of fucking each other, she’d never failed to reach orgasm when he exploded in her tight pussy. Knowing they were both so close, Jack started fucking Sarah as hard as he could. He could hear his balls slapping against her ass even over the pouring rain. Sarah started grinding against his body, keeping time with his thrusts. It felt so right when they were fucking each other, every moment felt perfect. For Jack, the very thought of being inside Sarah made him hard, and Sarah was the same. When they were apart all they could think of was the next time they would fuck again.

  Sarah’s thrusts were allowing Jack to fuck her deep, and it wasn’t long before they were both on the brink. As Jack tensed up Sarah felt her orgasm roll through her body, making her dig her nails into his back as they reached ecstasy together. Jack kept thrusting until he was dry and they lay together, Sarah pulling Jack to her body until he went limp inside her, completely spent.

  They lay in each other’s arms until Jack glanced at his watch. He had less than five minutes to get back to his post before he was due to be replaced. Hastily getting his clothes in order, he grabbed his rifle and equipment, and after a long kiss goodbye and promises to meet in the same place the next night Jack ran back to his post, exhausted, happy and no longer caring about the rain.