First Night in Iraq [MF]

“Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for a while, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never, ever the same.” –Flavia Weedn

April 2003. Baghdad had just fallen, Saddam was on the run, and coalition forces were converging to secure the city. I was 23 years old, in the Army, and waiting with my unit in Kuwait for our turn in the convoys.

My unit had both men and women, and we were arranged into teams of 6-8 that worked and lived closely together. Training, living, laughing, and arguing for months both back in the U.S. and now in Kuwait.

One of my teammates was Paula. Even 18 years later, I still remember the first time we looked into each other’s eyes. The energy when our eyes met was instant and endless. She cocked her head to the side a bit and smiled, and I think we both knew what would happen.

Paula was only a few years older than me. Shorter by about 8 inches, dark hair, cherub smile. Hair normally pulled back in a pony tail, minimal makeup. Amazing body that had to be hidden under desert camo.

There is zero privacy during wartime. Sleeping in communal tents or barracks, no personal cars, nowhere to catch a moment alone. So we found ourselves frustrated and circling one another like jungle cats. Exchanging looks and waiting. Being utterly professional to the view of others.

Finally, my unit got the order to move north. We loaded up our humvees and headed over the berm into Iraq around noon. That area had been mostly cleared by that time, so it was rather uneventful. Only scattered gunshots in the distance. Paula and I were in the front of our humvee, taking turns driving. Two more teammates in the back for rear security.

My unit called a halt around midnight, and we pulled off into a grain field near the road. Set up a perimeter, and it was rest time. Our teammates set up mats on the ground nearby, I lay down in the back of the truck, and Paula tried to rest in the front.

I fell asleep for a few hours before I was woken by the truck shaking a bit. I noticed a shadow quietly moving as Paula climbed over the seat and into the back with me. She curled her body next to mine and rested her head on my chest, my arm around her. We lay there in the chill dark, warming each other, watching red rifle tracers rise into the air from miles away.

Quietly, softly, she molded her body to mine. Our teammates only feet away on the ground nearby, we had to be silent. I softly kissed the top of her head, her forehead, stroked her hair. She ran her hands across my chest, under my uniform top, finding skin. Nuzzled her mouth into my neck, kissed my ear, along my jawline, and our lips finally met.

What had been sweet rapidly became passionate. Months of waiting and wanting. We devoured each other, kissing deeply. Her leg was thrown over top of mine, and she was grinding against my thigh as I held her tight. Her hand nimbly unbuttoned my pants and slid inside, reaching my hardness, circling cool fingers around it and stroking.

I rolled her over onto her back, taking control. Hard kisses, my tongue on her neck. As we kissed, she unbuttoned her uniform and panties and slid them down over the curve of her hips. My hand was there instantly, carressing and moving along her drenched lips. One finger inside, then two. Curving to massage her g-spot.

She moaned softly, and I grasped her pony tail hard to warn her. That drew a louder moan, and must have disturbed one of our nearby teammates. He stopped snoring and shifted around, while we waited, trying to be silent.

Agonizing minutes passed. Her hand on my cock shaft, slowly tightening and releasing. My fingers teasing her pussy softly, moving wetness around.

Paula rolled onto her side, facing away. I snuggled in behind her, my shaft falling into place between her thighs. I kissed her ear and neck softly, breathing into her hair. She pushed hard back against me with her ass, nestling me against her pussy.

My fingers found her from the front, spreading her and stroking her clit. She was soaking wet, her tuft of hair matted down, and coating my fingers and cock. We moved against each other, trying to remain silent and not shake the truck. She was circling her hips, trying to get me inside. But I knew that if I entered her, both of us would lose control. And we would get caught. Somehow I resisted, I don’t know how.

So I held her in my strong arms, fingers working. Her breathing quickened and I felt her body tense in my arms. I stroked her clit a little faster and kissed behind her ear, and she was suddenly there. Thighs clenched tight around my fingers and cock, body shaking. I felt a gush of wetness and heat on my shaft, and we held each other in the dark.

Time passed, minutes, hours? Laying as close as we could. I stroked her hair and held her close. She played with the head of my cock, still hard between her thighs, soft fingertip touches.

She carefully rolled to face me, then pushed me onto my back. I felt soft fingers take my shaft and raise it, wetness surrounding the head. Oooooohhh yessss, in her mouth. Fuck I needed her so badly.

I looked down, seeing her silhouette in the dim light as she sucked me. Fingers wrapped around my shaft, tongue swirling, lips tight. Teasing, making it last, reaching the brink then slowing. Finally she looked up at me, moonlight shining in her eyes, and I couldn’t hold back. My thighs tensed and I shook. I held her gaze as I emptied myself into her mouth. Electricity moving back and forth between us, eyes, cock, mouth, hands.

Paula sucked and stroked as my breathing slowed, then pulled her lips off of me, mouth closed. Still looking in my eyes, she took my left hand in hers, cupping it, then spit my cum softly into it. Rolling onto her back, she pulled my hand between her legs. I understood. I rubbed my cum along her wetness, between her lips, fingers thrusting inside gently. She gave a quiet moan of contentment, then curled into my arms again, head on my chest. We watched the sky, relaxed against all odds.

More chapters to come…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nwar6i/first_night_in_iraq_mf