Still hanging in there, just. Too much time on my hands, sooooo! This chapter, previously posted on the forum, before I cleaned it up a bit for here, is an afterthought to my “Ramblings of an Old Man” series, which is my multipart ‘life story. For more about the backstory behind this particular tale, see ‘Ramblings of an Old Man Part 09 – Lumpy Jumper’.
Ramblings of an Old Man – Afterthoughts 01
I had first met Julie, when we were both trainees, at a UK military engineering college, both of us undergoing the first year of our Stage 1 electronics apprenticeships. I say met, that is a little bit of an exaggeration. I was almost at the end of my year as she started hers. So, it was a limited association. We would exchange pleasantries in passing, and on a few occasions, found ourselves at the same table in the cookhouse, at mealtimes, and engaged in polite conversation, as you do.
Julie was an absolute stunner. Way above my league, so I would not have dreamed of making a play for her. Besides which, at the time I was in a long-term relationship with Sandie, a local girl who, shall we say, had been satisfying my needs for several months; and continued to do so until my course ended and I was unexpectedly deployed overseas, in response to the 1974 Cyprus Emergency.
It was there, in Cyprus, that our paths crossed again. I was about 18-months into my tour, when she too was deployed to the same unit. We became shift partners at work, and to my astonishment, virtually at once sexual partners too. (Again, I refer you to ‘Lumpy Jumper’ if you want the full background.)
As I mentioned, Julie was a stunner. Like me, she was in her early twenties. Standing around 5’-6”, to my six feet, with dirty blonde hair which, when not pinned up on duty, would cascade just below her shoulders or as I loved worn in a sexy ponytail leaving her face and neck exposed. As a competitive swimmer her athletic body was to die for. She was a swimsuit designers dream, filling their offerings to perfection. I am of course biased, but if she were to have modelled them professionally, sales would have skyrocketed. Not to mention curing erectile dysfunction in millions of suffering men!
Julie was justifiably proud of her body. She would not deliberately flaunt it in public, though was not shy about what she wore, her choices of clothing complimenting her figure to perfection. But when we were alone, in private, she would unashamedly go naked at every opportunity. Her swimmer’s physique gave her strong, but not overly muscular, shoulders, arms, legs, and thighs. And above her flat tight belly, breasts the like of which I had never experienced before, or since. Her tits were larger than average, but so unbelievably firm. Seeing them these days, you would at once say ‘fake.’ But I can assure you they were all hers and all natural.
Being the 1970s, this was also the era of the prolific pubic bush. Though Julie spent so much time in swimwear, both in the pool and on the beach that, much to my delight, she kept her pubes trimmed short and and clear of her folds and her ‘bikini line,’ as she put it. I have always preferred the shaven heaven. Yeah, yeah. Personal choice I know, and most definitely the woman’s own decision whether to shave or not, but I like what I like.
For looks alone, Julie was worshipped by me as goddess. But an even more ‘attractive’ feature that put her in the pantheon of gods was, she absolutely adored sex! Sex of all varieties. Just about anything was on the menu (though just to be clear we never did anal.) She seemed to be permanently horny, not that I was complaining. The problem was, as single military grunts, we each lived in our separate, segregated barrack blocks, in shared rooms. This meant opportunities to satisfy our lust were oftentimes limited.
Oh, we a had a couple of places where we could get some alone time. A ‘secret’ room in a disused accommodation hut; a tent in a camp site close to the base beach. We had some wonderful times there. But even these were problematic. Being ‘communal,’ on several occasions we had arrived, hot and horny, only to find them already occupied by another couple, leaving us frustrated. We tried ‘sex on the beach,’ but sand and screwing do not always mix well. We definitely needed to find other venues where we could perform. The first of these was staring us in the face, though we only cottoned on to it by chance.
As part of our function, my unit handled the operation and maintenance of many electronic systems. Several of these were situated in remote locations, scattered across the UK Sovereign Base Areas (SBAs) and Retained Sites. A few of them several miles from anywhere, reachable only by helicopter or by 4X4 along unmade tracks. As shift partners, Julie and I were often tasked with carrying out scheduled servicing of the equipments at these installations, including on night shifts. Thus, it was, during one particularly sexual dry spell, we found a new venue to sate our appetites.
One night shift, we had been detailed to undertake some planned maintenance tasks, at one of the most distant and remote locations. Piling our gear into a Landrover, and with Julie driving, we set out for the site. We would normally expect to take about 60-minutes to get there; maybe a little longer in the dark.
As we rode along, we chatted as per normal. And having little else to distract me as she drove, I could not help but look Julie up and down, for the millionth time. Even in the dim interior light of the vehicle and dressed as she was in her unflattering work uniform, I could not help but be amazed yet again at how stunningly beautiful she was. As I stared at her, my mind drifted back to the last time we had fucked, a few of weeks ago now, and I started to get aroused and hard at the memory.
Julie must have sensed my eyes, mentally undressing her, and issued a sharp rebuke. Though the smirk on her face told me she was not genuinely pissed at me. Indeed, she started to tease me shamelessly, by thrusting out her chest to make her tits more prominent, spreading her thighs, and lazily resting a hand on her mound, pretending to scratch an itch.
All this, of course, had me getting harder and harder. To make matters worse, on a couple of occasions, as she reached to change gear, Julie would ‘accidentally’ grab the wrong stick, to further tease me. By the time we reached the remote site, I was ‘gagging’ for relief. Julie though, just parked up, killed the engine and, without saying a word, casually debused, then unlocked and entered the building. I took a few minutes to calm myself down. (For a moment, I seriously considered having a quick wank in the bushes to relieve the pressure but fortunately decided against it). When I finally entered, Julie had already set about our tasking, ignoring my presence. Though I noted she had a sly, lascivious grin on her face.
The building we were in, was strictly a utilitarian workspace. A windowless, concrete structure, about twenty feet square. The outer door opened onto a short hallway, with doors to a small convenience room, with toilet and wash basin, to one side and an equally small storeroom on the other. The hall then opened into the main work area, where several radio equipment racks were located, along with a sturdy wooden workbench where we could work on units.
Copying Julie, I set to work on my rack in silence, occasionally glancing sideways at Julie, wondering what was going on. She pointedly ignored me for a further 10-15 minutes. I knew something was afoot, and resolved to wait it out and see what would happen. I nearly broke when, without warning Julie asked, “What’s got you so horny this evening?"
I had correctly anticipated her question and quickly responded “You, as always my dear. Bedsides which, it has been a few weeks now since we got the chance to be alone together. I am climbing the walls with frustration.”
What came next was unexpected though.
“Well, we are alone now,” said Julie, laying down the screwdriver she had been using, and shimmied seductively towards me. I was gobsmacked at this turn of events, but despite my shock, stood to face her. When we met, she pushed her body at me. As she kissed me, quite roughly, she ground herself against my, once again, rapidly stiffening cock. She was obviously feeling just as frustrated and horny, as was I.
After a few minutes of this contact, Julie broke free, went to the main door, and turned the lock. It was a pointless act really. The chances of anyone interrupting us was virtually zero. We had the watch vehicle, so no other members of our team would be coming there. The only other likely interruption might be an MP security patrol, doing a random check on the building, and we would hear them coming up the track, long before they reached us. But to me, it was an unspoken signal, that more than a bit of kissing would be going down, pun intended!
As an added precaution, Julie quickly phoned the sergeant watch boss and told him we were having a bit of an issue with one of the radios and may be longer than expected; she would call again when it was back online. A blatant lie, of course, but an SOP for genuine situations like that, to let everyone know we were safe, if away longer than we should be.
Our privacy and ‘alibi’ assured, Julie sidled up against me once more, and this time, as she attacked my mouth with hers, she manoeuvred me towards the workbench at the back of the room. The flat of the bench was quite high, so when we reached it, I could lean against it, with the work top in the small of my back.
Without further ado, we set about groping each other. At first through our outer clothing. But soon, I had Julie’s shirt unbuttoned and her bra pushed up. She, in turn, had me unzipped and my, once again rampant, cock in her hand.
After few minutes of mutual stimulation, as she slowly wanked me, rolling my foreskin up and down, repeatedly exposing and recovering my purple glans, Julie ‘ordered’ me to sit up on the bench. As I hoisted myself up, she shucked of her shirt completely, then unfastened and fully removed her bra. The sight of her stood there, in just her fatigue trousers and combat boots was incredible. Her amazing tits, with their turgid tips were a sight to take any man, or woman’s, breath away. They were quite large, but as firm as firm can be, yet surprisingly soft and yielding to the touch. I wasted no time in doing just that, caressing them in my palms. Carefully kneading the milky white flesh. Gently at first, then more firmly, tweaking and rolling the erect pink nipples with my fingers and thumbs, as Julie demanded a rougher touch, making her coo with pleasure.
Soon, Julie pulled away from me, unfastened my trousers and, making me raise my arse off the bench, pulled them and my underpants down to my ankles. Then, dropping to her knees in front of me, she started to lick and suck my rod. Julie was, in my opinion at least, the absolute queen of the blowjob. Her lips and tongue bought me to the brink several times, only to ease off, allowing me to hold back from cuming until she was decided it was time for me to do so. I was totally in her hands (mouth actually) and loving it.
Without my realising it (my mind was on other things at the time), Julie had rid me of my boots and socks and completely removed my strides as she mouthed me. Repositioning herself, with my legs over her shoulders, her face was now jammed fully into my groin, my cock deeply embedded in her mouth. Now she started gobbling me faster and faster, at the same time stroking the base of my cock and testicles with her hands. The sensations this evoked was just too much for me to hold off much longer. Julie was always a swallower, but I warned her I was imminently going to nut, to give her the choice to pull away. She did not. When all hope of control had been lost, I ejaculated copiously, in several huge bursts, each of which she greedily consumed. At least there would be no mess to clean up.
Julie continued to lazily lick and kiss my penis, as I slowly softened and came down from my high. I was not sure where things would go next. But as was my norm, it would be a while before I could get hard again, if needed. But I wanted to give Julie the relief she obviously craved, as much as I had.
Lifting my legs clear of Julie, I clambered from the bench, pulled her to her feet and making her squeal with delight, grasped her slender waist, lifted and spun her around, plonking her on the bench I had just vacated. As she giggled with mock coyness, I removed her boots, trousers, and knickers, leaving her naked apart from her socks. “Sarge would have a heart attack, if he could see us right now,” she exclaimed “I’m suddenly feeling very naughty and exposed.”
She was indeed very exposed. Her beautiful, pink fanny, capped with its well groomed, blonde, pubic bush was pouting at me between her slightly parted thighs. She held out her hands to me, and knowing exactly what she wanted, I leaned in and started smothering her stomach in kisses. She grasped my head in her hands and eased my head towards her sex, desperate for me to make contact with her. In revenge for her earlier teasing, I avoided her vulva when I was level and rerouted to her inner thighs. She was having none of that though. Pulling me by the hair, she bought me back up and threw her legs over my shoulders, just as I had been earlier.
I had no choice now. I was face-to-face with Julie’s dripping vagina, and she forced my mouth against her with her hands. It was, of course, exactly where I wanted to be anyway. I lapped furiously at her parted labia, thrusting my tongue as deeply as possible into her vag as possible, and then engulfed, sucked and tongue tickled her straining clitoris. Julie was screaming her pleasure now, taking advantage of our remoteness to let go while she could; being vocal and loud during sex always seemed to enhance her pleasure significantly.
I edged Julie several times, as she had me, until I could tell she was desperate to climax. By this time, my cock had revived, and was ready to penetrate that glorious pussy, knowing I could last long enough now to satisfy her too. Julie cursed and swore at me as I withdrew my face from her drenched fanny. But her angst soon disappeared when she realised I intended to replace my tongue with my cock. I tried to bring us together, but even with me standing on my tip toes, the bench was too high for me to be able to reach where I needed to be. But luck was with me. I was able to fish a wooden equipment transit case from under the bench to stand on. With this in place, I was at an ideal height.
In an unbelievable act of contortion which stunned me, Julie bought her legs up and rested her heels on either side of her hips, spreading herself wider than I had ever seen before. The sight was just mind blowing, and I could not wait another moment to enter her gaping vagina. Neither could Julie. She grabbed my cock and, after transferring some of her wetness to it by rubbing me along her cleft, guided me into her opening. The cunnilingus had prepared her completely for penetration, and I slid fully home in one smooth motion, getting another loud screech of passion for my efforts.
Now we were joined, we rapidly established a hard and rapid rhythm. Julie was already so so close from the oral stimulation, and the novelty of the situation meant I was not far behind, even though I had already cum once. Without check, we pounded into each other. After a really short time, Julie started to orgasm strongly. Her legs quivering and her vagina contracting and pulsing around me, bringing me on in leaps and bounds.
Even as Julie continued to climax, I fucked on. I was so close to, what would be, a monstrous ending. The last straw was when Julie gripped me tighter than I could ever imagine with her vaginal muscles, as her own orgasm peaked. That did it. I released what semen I had left, straight into her willing body. There was not much, being act two. But that did not minimise the sensation one iota.
I continued to slowly move, as we both revelled in the last moments of our individual pleasure. Eventually, by unspoken but mutual agreement, we relaxed into each other’s arms. After a short recovery period, the insanity of our situation started to dawn on us. Julie, naked bar a pair of woolly boot socks, spreadeagled on a MoD workbench, with a wilting cock in her. Me, still in my service shirt, stood on a wooden box, the owner of that cock. We started to laugh, uncontrollably, but had to agree it had been a wonderful experience.
Glancing at a watch, showed we had been at it for over an hour in total now, and were yet to really start the maintenance tasks we were actually there for. Time to end the pleasure and get on with the job. Pushing me aside, Julie dashed to the toilet to pee and clean up. On her return, she retrieved and donned her knickers but, to my surprise went back to her task. With her bare tits still proudly on display, her nipples as hard as marbles in the cooling draft of the air conditioning. When I questioned what she was doing, she just told me she wanted to extend the experience a little longer while she could. Fuck it, why not. I had started to dress, but quickly stripped of again, including my shirt this time. We completed our tasks, giggling like kids and occasionally flaunting our nudity at each other, because we could.
All good things end. After about another 90-minutes, we were done, dressed, and had notified control we were about to head back to base. We had to draw the line there. Our teasing of each other had been starting to get us both worked up again. If we had not ended it then, who knows how long we would have been out there. When we got back, it was hard to keep a straight face, and there were a few suspicious looks from Sarge and the other shift members. Nothing was said, but I am sure from our euphoria and smug expressions they could tell that something, or should I say someone, had gone down.
We used that, and other workbenches a few more times during our deployment. We could not do it too often, as we obviously could not claim ‘kit issue delays’ regularly, without raising alarms. A quick blowjob, hand job or clit lick could though be fitted in without too much difficulty.
Many years later, when a base I was serving at shut down, I got the opportunity to purchase a surplus bench, that was being disposed of. I nearly bought it for my garage. I did not in the end. I doubt it would ever have been put to use in the manner that Julie and I did though, even if I had acquired it.
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Whilst doing the final edits of this tale, I’ve reminded myself of further ‘afterthoughts’ to ‘Lumpy Jumper’. I’ll try and write it up and post it soon.