There was a military funeral in the village of
Sharping-St-Mary only a few miles from Purplemere, for
Private Owen Mumford of the Downshire Light Infantry,
killed by an IAD in Afghanistan.
The funeral and the memorial service were
both well attended as Owen was a popular lad in the village and everyone had a
tale to tell about him.
Martyn Wingrove was
also a local lad and he and Owen had been good friends so his death had hit him
hard.
In fact he was finding the whole day a bit
of an ordeal, so he was trying to slip away unnoticed and had got as far as the
carpark when a voice said
“As you were, Mr Wingrove”
“I recognise that voice” he thought to
himself so he stopped and slowly turned around.
“Sharon” he said, “I thought I recognised
you earlier,”
Sharon Todd was his ex-girlfriend and she
was wearing the dress uniform of The Downshire Light Infantry and he hadn’t
seen her since the previous November when she was posted to Afghanistan, she
was also a local and a friend of Owen.
Her insistence on joining the Army was what
had broken them up, the fear of losing her in some stupid pointless foreign
conflict.
But even though they were no longer a
couple every time there was a news report about Afghanistan his blood ran cold,
because he still loved her, but she was back and she was safe.
“When did you get back?” he asked and kissed
her
“A couple of days ago” she replied
“It’s great to see you back safe,” Martyn
said
There was an indeterminate period when they
just stood looking at each other as they remembered the last time they were
together and he wanted to say how much he had missed her and how much he wanted
her back, but the words wouldn’t come.
There was a quiet cough from behind her and
when she turned around she saw it was another soldier.
“I have to go” she said
“Ok, I…” He began
“I’m flag bearer at tonight’s church
service at St Marys, then I’m off duty,” Sharon said
“I’ll see you after then?” he asked
She nodded and walked smartly away, and he
thought to himself that although he was completely against her joining up
“You do look great in the uniform”
He attended the service and then waited for
Sharon outside the church hoping she wouldn’t change into civvies before she
met him.
He was sure it wasn’t just a man thing,
after all women go mad for firemen, so he knew it couldn’t just be him that
thought birds in uniforms were Phwoah.
When she came out he kissed her and they
walked across to the Bull and he was pleased to note that Sharon was still
wearing her uniform and she looked great in the tailored skirt and tunic, brass
buttons and polished belt, peaked cap and seamed stockings.
But what made Sharon even sexier than the
uniform was the fact that he knew what was underneath it and of course because
he loved her.
They walked into the pub and he ordered
drinks and they sat in a quiet corner and she talked about her tour of duty, at
least as much as she could, and he just listened while she unloaded and when
she reached a natural conclusion and she fell silent he asked.
“How long are you home for?”
“Until Tuesday” she replied and his heart
sank
Martyn and Sharon had already had a couple
of drinks when he suggested another, but she declined.
“I’ll walk you home then” Martyn said
“Ok” she replied
He offered to walk her home out of
gallantry but in truth she could have defended herself better than he could, her
body being solid, firm and muscular.
About half a mile along the lane she
suddenly turned left into the park
“This way” she said “it’s a short cut”
“Is it?” he replied doubtfully “I don’t
think it is”
“Trust me I’m a soldier” she said and
marched off at pace and by the time he caught up with her she was playing on
the swings.
“Oh very grown up” he said as she propelled
herself with great aplomb.
“You’re just jealous” she taunted him, so
he just stood and watched her swing until she allowed her momentum to slow and
then she leant back and with great athleticism swung her legs up and hooked her
ankles around the chains like a trapeze artist.
This caused her skirt to fall away from her
thighs so he walked towards her until he was positioned where he had the best
view between her legs as she swung gently back and forth.
Although Martyn had a tantalising view he
brought her to a stop by grabbing her ankles and then he ran his hands down the
inside of her legs all the way down to her groin until his thumbs rested in the
hollows at the top of her thighs which met with murmurs of approval from
Sharon, who made no effort to escape, so he proceeded to find the waistband of
her tights and yanked them off her firm arse along with her army issue
knickers.
“I knew you still wanted me” she said, “I’m
pleased to say I was right”
Having tugged her tights and drawers up
around her knees he knelt on the ground with her pussy naked before him, so he
gently pulled her lips apart with his thumbs and opened her and then he tongued
the moist pink flesh inside and she moaned in a hot velvety purr, a sound she
repeated as he continued to work on her with his tongue until her back arched
and the divine velvet purr turned into a course gravelly growl.
He lifted his head from her moist lips and
thought it was time and Sharon growled again as he slipped inside her and he
used the swing to slide her on and off of his cock, extracting dirty moans in
the darkness with each penetration.
And as she reached the abyss, the chains
were rattling and the mechanism was squeaking before Sharon let out a long loud
sensual, erotic and downright dirty moan as her back arched again and the swing
jerked and then so did he.
Sharon raised herself up as she unfurled
her legs from the chains and as soon as she sat up straight she wrapped her
arms around his neck and kissed him.
“Does this mean we’re back on?” she asked
“If you’ll have me” he suggested
“I’ll think about it” she replied
“Oh” he said
“I’ve thought about it” she said and Sharon
kissed him again and then she stood up and pulled up her knickers and tights
and when she had finished rearranging her underclothes she said
“Of course I’ll have you back, I never
wanted it any other way” she said “because I’ve never stopped loving you”
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