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
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
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.”
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