Sixty-Second Sexcapade: An Army of One

As a nurse in the Army, I rose through the ranks relatively quickly. By the time I was 35, I was a Major, and up for selection to the next rank, Lieutenant Colonel. In 1991, I was stationed at Fort Brag Army Base in North Carolina, when I received orders for deployment – Kuwait had just been invaded by Iraq, and I was to lead a forward team of medical personnel to set up a field hospital.

There were fifty of us (an aggregate of doctors, nurses, medics with a variety of expertise, mess specialists) that took the initial flight over, with one to two-hundred more scheduled to arrive within the week. The morning we landed in Qatar, we were all tasked with the setting up the hospital, berthing tents and the mess area. After lunch we were divided into teams (small groups of no more than 5-8 people) that were to rotate among the four stations we had set up and briefed on what the next few weeks/months would entail.

In the briefing for which I was responsible, I talked about Rights and Responsibilities that we would all share and by which would have to abide with regards to the Iraqi and Kuwaiti people that would be in our care, in addition to adhering to the codes of conduct which govern military personnel.

During my last brief of the afternoon, a young man who sat towards the back of the tent caught my attention–a Second Lieutenant (2LT.), newly commissioned nurse, fresh out of college. His skin was tanned bronze, his hair was blond but cut low, his lips looked kissably soft and he had the most amazing eyes –they were the color of lapis. I wasn’t just aroused when I saw him, I was horny. I avoided eye contact with him -it was all I could do not to fantasize about him during my lecture. When there were no questions, I dismissed the group for dinner.

I call aside a female Captain and inquire after the 2LT. “You know he’s black don’t you?”

“No, he’s not! He’s got blond hair and blue eyes.”

“Black comes in more than just one shade –trust me, a sista knows.”

With thoughts of the young 2LT. on my mind, I quickly retreat to my tent to enjoy a private moment with myself –I had always fantasized about being with a black man. Before I reach the tent I am beckoned. It was 2LT Myers. He asks me to further explain something I had mentioned during the brief. When I finish, I search for an excuse to touch him. “You know –” reaching for the gold Figaro link chain that hangs partly over his collar, “This shouldn’t be showing while you’re uniform.” I tuck it back in and bid him adieu.

“Thank-you, Ma’am.” His soft sexy lips part and flash a beautiful smile. I finally make it into my tent, take off my Battle Dress Uniform jacket and the blouse when I feel my bra unhook.

“It looks like you could use a little help undressing, Ma’am.” Myers pulls the straps of my bra over my shoulders, exposing my breasts to the hot desert air. I face him, and I am under the spell of his blue eyes. He kisses me. After a moment of tasting him, I pull away.

“Second Lieutenant, I didn’t say you could do that –” I fish out the chain from below his collar and pull it gently, leading him to the bed. I unbutton my trousers and remove my panties. “It seems to me, you require some Extra Military Instruction.” He removes his clothes.

“Ma’am, it’s my duty to obey the orders of those appointed over me.”

“Very well then...Fuck me.” He climbs onto the cot and raises my legs to his shoulders. Myers leans down on me and inserts his cock, and starts to stroke. Our eyes lock and never break the stare. “Fuck me harder, Lieutenant.” He complies, and I am loving every inch of his black shaft. “Fuck me faster, Lieutenant.” He obeys and rides me like a cowboy bucking a bronco. “You can cum when you’re ready, Lieutenant.” Myers cums deep within me and I reach orgasm. I sit up in the bed causing him to withdraw and he sits in front of me kneeling, waiting for his next order. “That wasn’t bad, for a first go round, Lieutenant –but there is still room for improvement. The next time you fuck me, I want it just a little bit better.”

“But, Ma’am,” He protests, “Didn’t you enjoy it?”

“Lieutenant Myers, it isn’t about me –it’s about you –and I just want you to be all that you can be.”

Sixty-Second Sexcapade -A Cup of Joe

A Cup of Joe

Six years ago, I wandered into a little café on the lower east side of Manhattan.  At the time, I was a grad student at NYU in the last year of a doctoral program in Cultural Anthropology.  I happened along a coffee shop purely by accident.  I was doing research for my thesis at a library that a professor had recommended.  An evening thunderstorm was forecasted –in a hurry to beat the rain, I headed for home and I accidentally got on the wrong train. When I realized my mistake, I got off and found refuge as well as a great cup of coffee at Joe’s Java Hut.

Soaked through and through from the rain, I remove every bit of outerwear I have on and take a seat at the counter in nothing more than a t-shirt, jeans –that are wet from where the bottom of my jacket reached, all the way down to my hiking boots.  The October air is cold, but not cold enough for snow, and every time the door to the café opens behind me, I can feel my nipples harden.

“May I take your order?”  A fifty-something year old women scratches down my request and yells back for Joe, who was standing farther back behind the counter and looks to be nearing eighty. I figured he was the proprietor of the establishment, because every one who entered after me greeted him –mostly in Italian.

The aging man, after a moment or two, shuffles out and brings me the double dipped chocolate biscotti and a cup of espresso.  I look into the little cup that was placed before me and notice that there is something missing. “Scusa ...” The little old man turns around inquisitively.  “Latte.”  I point into my cup.  There is no cream in my coffee, although I had clearly asked for it.

“No latte!  Espresso!”  He scolds.

“I know that, but I prefer to have –”

“Maxi! Maxi!” He cuts me off and calls for someone in the rear of the store.  A young man in his mid-twenties rushes out of a door from behind the counter and dries his hands on the apron wrapped around his waist.  While the two of them whisper, I check him out.  Wow!  He is obviously of Italian decent –dark hair and olive complexion, almost like Robert De Niro only a little more rugged.  Maxi nods his head several times then approaches me.

“My grandfather said that you want cream in your espresso.”

“Yes.”  I reply.

“You do know that people don’t usually put milk in espresso.”

“I know.  I’m a light weight.”  More patrons enter the store and I am chilled further.  My nipples protrude and catch his attention.  Maxi smiles then politely turns his head.

“A shipment just came in this morning…why don’t you follow me back.”  I leave my items near the stool, and walk around the counter, following Maxi to the storeroom.  He slips though boxes piled high on the floor and disappears.  When Maxi returns, he is carrying a crate of half and half and walks into the office adjacent to the room.  His arm brushes my nipples as he passes, and I follow him into the interior room and close the door.

Maxi places the crate down on the on the desk and faces me.  I saunter to him and untie his apron.  His pack is huge, and I rub my palm across it.  I unbutton his jeans and then start on his zipper.  “Half and half is not the cream I’m in the mood for.”  Maxi sits down in the desk chair, and I kneel between his legs.  I tug down his underwear and pull out his cock –it’s thick and of a perfect length –I don’t hesitate to put it in my mouth. 

As I bob my head up and down his shaft, I massage his balls in my hands.  He moans, and I take more of him in.  I decide to heighten his experience, so I rub my teeth gently along his dick.  I can’t wait any longer to taste him, and I plunge down on him faster until he bursts –and he squirts his cum into the back of my mouth.  I swallow twice in rapid succession then pull off of him. Jacking his cock a few more times to eject the last of his cum, I lick his hole with the tip of my tongue, digging for whatever I might have missed.  I look up at Maxi who has a stunned look on his face.  I gloat, “That was better than any cup of coffee...good to the last drop.”