In the village of Sharping-St-Mary only a few miles from Purplemere, Martyn Wingrove left the pub for the short
walk to his house.
He walked along the quiet path that wound
its way through the small wood and was rather enjoying the peace and solitude,
when he was suddenly felled and left lying prostrate on the ground and then he
felt a great weight on his chest
“Oh God” he thought, “I’m having a heart
attack”
So he closed his eyes and dark thoughts
filled his mind.
“Martyn Wingrove” a quiet voice spoke to
him and he thought God was calling to him, and his time was over.
But his overwhelming feeling was one of
disappointment, he was expecting a great booming voice, a more commanding
voice, not a soft female voice with a cultured accent.
“Come on you wuss” the voice said, not very
Godly and the weight lifted from his chest and he began to rise.
“Are you ok?” the voice asked, “Did I hurt
you?”
He opened his eyes expecting to be at the
gates of heaven but he was on the same path where he fell being addressed by a
soldier.
“Are you ok?” the soldier asked
“Yes” he said a little puzzled
Then the soldier removed her hat
“Sharon?” he said with surprise
“Yep” she replied
Sharon Todd was his girlfriend and the last
time he’d seen her she was wearing the dress uniform of The Downshire Light
Infantry after a military funeral in the village three weeks earlier and he
hadn’t seen her since as she had been at the Downshire Light Infantry barracks in Nettlefield.
“What are you doing here?” he said “You
didn’t say you were coming home”
“You didn’t ask” she replied
“No I didn’t,” he acknowledged “but that’s
because you said you weren’t coming back for another month”
“I got a four day leave” She explained
“before we go on an exercise”
“Where to?” he asked
“I can’t say” Sharon Replied. “Anyway, are
you ok?”
“Yes” he said dusting himself down and then
she kissed him
“You went down like a girl,” she said
laughing hysterically
“In a quiet Downshire village I don’t
expect to be attacked in the woods by a ninja” he said defensively
She was still laughing when she said
“Are we going back to yours then?”
“Yes but only because I like a bird in
uniform” he said and held her hand as they walked back to the house and all the
while Sharon was still ribbing him about how easy he went to ground.
Sharon Todd’s uniform was as uniforms go not
the sexiest, it wasn’t the tailored skirt and tunic, brass buttons and polished
belt, peaked cap, seamed stockings and khaki knickers kind of uniform.
It was yomping boots, combat trousers and
battle dress jacket, and he hoped khaki knickers.
But a uniform is a uniform and at the end
of the day it was its contents that he was in love with.
He opened the door and let Sharon inside
and she immediately bent down and began unlacing her boots.
And while she was doing that he went in the
hall to hang up his coat and slip his shoes off.
But when he went back in the kitchen Sharon
was stood on the back door mat wearing a Khaki vest, matching boxer shorts and
her dog tags.
“That will do for me,” he thought, as he
looked her over
He opened the door and let Sharon inside
and she immediately bent down and began unlacing her boots.
And while she was doing that he went in the
hall to hang up his coat and slip his shoes off.
But when he went back in the kitchen Sharon
was stood on the back door mat wearing a Khaki vest, matching boxer shorts and
her dog tags.
“That will do for me,” he thought, as he
looked her over
“I
don’t have long” she said “I have to report back to barracks on Tuesday” and
she walked towards him and they kissed.
“We’d better not waste any more time then”
he suggested and they kissed some more as he held her firm muscular body in his
arms.
“Where do want me sir?” she asked and threw
him a salute
“I think I want you upstairs soldier” he
replied “So get up there on the double”
“Yes sir, right
away sir”” Sharon said standing to attention and throwing an exaggerated salute
and she turned on her heels and ran upstairs and he ran
after her discarding clothes as he went.
When he entered the bedroom he was wearing
one sock and his pants.
Sharon was stood facing him and pulled the
vest off over her head and smiled as her breasts rearranged themselves before
his eyes.
“This is the kind of exercise I prefer” she
said as he removed his errant sock “I’m particularly looking forward to the
manoeuvres”
“Me too” he said as he dropped his pants
“Come on then soldier” she responded
looking at his erection.
His pants were around his ankles so he
lifted one foot out of the leg and kicked them at her face and she threw out a
hand to catch them and in that split second of distraction he crossed the room
and manhandled her onto the bed.
“That’s dirty fighting” she yelped as he
got her on her back and pinned her there.
“Well GI Jane what are you going to do
now?” he asked holding her immobilized on the bed
“I’m going to let you shag me,” she said
and he kissed her and Sharon’s tongue was in his mouth in an instant darting in
and out as his hand released its grip on her wrist and instead grasped one of
her firm breasts.
Sharon’s arms were around him, her hands
caressing his torso as he played with her nipple.
Martyn stopped kissing her and she licked
her lips and he began kissing his way down her skin from her neck to her pink
proud nipple where he licked her areola before taking the teat between his lips
and sucking on it noisily and Sharon wriggled beneath him and murmured
contentedly as he suckled and her chest was rising and falling as her heart
pounded in his ear.
With a slurp he released her swollen
misshapen nipple and his lips began their journey south, kissing along the rim
of her rib cage and down across her belly, and a flick of his tongue in her
belly button and she squirmed.
He climbed off the bed and was knelt on the
floor between her legs looking up at her, head turned to one side, mouth open,
eyes closed, and her tongue constantly licking her lips in anticipation.
he reached up his hands to her belly and
slipping his fingers between the waistband of her shorts and her quivering
flesh he tugged them gently over her hips and off her firm round buttocks and
then slowly and tantalisingly down her thighs towards her knees and from there
they slipped easily passed her ankles.
And there she was completely naked before
him but for her dog tags, if she was at all self-conscious she didn’t show it,
she just squirmed a little and continued licking her lips as he was about to do
the same.
he pushed her knees slightly apart and
leant forward and starting where he had left off he kissed his way down from
her navel to her hairy mound and she spread her thigh invitingly and he opened
her with his tongue and she moaned in a hot velvety purr, a sound repeated
often as he explored each petal of her savoury flower with his tongue until her
back arched, her fanny farted and the velvet purr became a gravelly growl.
Sharon sat up and lifting his head from her
juicy lips she kissed him and her spare hand began tugging on his cock.
As she kissed him he pushed her thighs wide
open and let her guide his purple headed shaft between her moist lips.
And as soon as he could feel her syrupy
liquor around his member she stopped kissing him and let out the dirtiest
whorish moan he’d ever heard, which he hoped wouldn’t be the last.
Sharon wrapped her arms around his neck,
her face pressed against his and he could feel every moan that came from her as
well as hearing it, and it was incredibly sensual, dirty and pure at the same
moment.
Her thighs squeezed his hips in response to
every thrust but the sexy soldier was tiring and she released her grip around
his neck and fell backward onto the bed, her thighs still gripped on to him
however and her legs were wrapped around
his arse.
Sharon’s head was rolling back and forth
and she was moaning almost continually, her hands grasping handfuls of duvet as
she writhed and wriggled.
He slid his hands along her soft skin and
cupped her full round breasts as he rushed headlong to the point of ecstasy,
and then with one final nerve tingling thrust, Sharon roared as he jerked
inside her
“Wow” he said to the panting creature
beneath him and Sharon giggled between the panting and her pussy jiggled his
cock, which made him laugh.
“God I love you soldier” he said
“I love you too, you wuss” she responded
and laughed again
And in the afterglow on that afternoon they
cuddled under the duvet very snug and smug.
“Can I stay tonight?” She asked
“Of course hon” he replied and kissed her
“Good” she said and they fell asleep, but
awoke two hours later refreshed and horny.
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