Doing paperwork in an office on an Army base might sound boring, but I’ve found living on base to be more fun than I’d ever imagined.

Being older than most of my barracks mates, I tended to keep to myself and concentrate on my job. But all work and no play can make me a dull girl, so I spent most evenings at the gym, running laps and playing racquetball.

One night a tall, blue-eyed stranger asked if she could join me for a game. The courts were crowded, and I was bored batting the ball around by myself, so I said sure. She was young and home from college for the summer, with dark hair and an amazing body. While we whacked the ball around she told me her name was Caitlyn, and that her father was stationed at the base. She also told me she had been watching me for a couple of nights, and that I looked like I could use some company.

My mind was already racing ahead to sexual scenarios, but I desperately tried to play it cool, or so I thought. We played ball for an hour, worked up a good sweat, and then headed for the showers. She stripped off her sweats to expose her beautiful young body — curvy, firm, entirely exciting. My resolve to keep to myself flew out the window, and I found myself blushing like a schoolgirl.

We went out for burgers, and spent hours talking. I was living in a room in the barracks and she still lived at home. Neither of us had a car, so we finally said good night with a great deal of reluctance.

The next afternoon, I saw Caitlyn as I was jogging. She was seated in the bleachers, watching me again. I climbed up to where she was sitting, and we decided to meet later for dinner. I told her where my barracks was, and she said she’d come by. When she did, she was wearing a form-fitting dress and a mysterious smile. For the moment I forgot that I was a little older than she, even that I was in an Army barracks and risking jail if we were caught. I did remember, though, that my roommate would be out for at least another couple of hours.

We never made it to dinner that night. Instead, I pulled Caitlyn into the room and quickly shut the door. I kissed her, half expecting her to laugh, or even slap me, but she kissed me back, long and deep. I gently moved my hand to her breast, and her nipple became hard enough to press through the thin fabric. As I unzipped her dress, I moved to the other breast. She wasn’t wearing a bra, just a sheer slip, and her breasts stood out, round and firm.

She unbuttoned my shirt, touching my breasts through my camisole, and my nipples stood at attention. Soon we were on the bed, narrow as it was. I was happy the bunk was so small, because it made things a lot cozier. She lay back and I began kissing her, deep in her mouth, down her long neck, and gently on her nipples. She shivered as I teased first one nipple, then the other, and moaned as I moved down her flat belly. I reached her slit and spread her lips open just enough to reach her clit. She was moaning in earnest now, and I sucked her clit harder while slip-ping my fingers into her wet hole. She was trying to keep quiet, but couldn’t help letting out a muffled yell as she came.

She clung to me, whispering into my ear that it had been her first time. While I lay next to her digesting that, she began moving down my chest and belly. I almost came as soon as her lips found my clit, but held out while she sucked harder and harder. For a first-timer, she’d certainly caught on fast. When I did come, I had to bite my lip to keep from shouting. We both lay back, exhausted.

That was only the first of many clandestine meetings that summer. I got new orders not long after that and had to leave both the base and Caitlyn, but I think of her often.

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