My soldier of the night (MF)

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This is my first attempt at releasing something I wrote, so please tell me how you like it. Would love some feedback. Enjoy!!

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So I’m American military, what I do and what branch is unimportant, but I will tell you I’m currently outside the US. We’re apparently doing important NATO things with important NATO countries. Honestly, most of the time it’s pretty boring. Although I do get to meet some pretty cool people from different places. This is a story of one of those people.

For a while when I first got here, no one was quite sure what to do with me. I didn’t really have a job, then someone went home and I took his spot. That meant I started getting off work at about 2am local. Part of our dining facility is open 24 hours a day so I would stop and grab something to eat on the way back to my room. All of this means that I am awake at really the only quiet time on the base. All the late sleepers are definitely out by 2:30 and the early risers don’t really start getting up until around 4am. Don’t get me wrong, there’s still stuff going on, but it’s about as quiet as it gets.

So every night, well morning I guess, at about 3am I would leave my room and walk down the outdoor walkway in my robe to take a shower. I don’t think I ever saw anyone from my building in the bathroom when I was in there, and I reveled in that. Deployments do not afford you much personal space or alone time, so I loved this little bit I was getting. Sometimes I’d take a few minutes, lean against the railing and listen to the generators hum. You couldn’t really see much of the sky because the base perimeter is lit up like a Christmas tree, but the clouds always looked cool in the moonlight. My little zone was cloaked in semi darkness, and I liked peering out and watching the stray dogs run around. See the sporadic trees sway in the breeze that always seemed to come from a different direction. It was nice to have a peaceful end to a stressful day. About a month into this routine, a group of partner countries troops moved into the buildings behind mine, and the one that my walkway faced became an all female building. They were from multiple countries, but all female. While the government is making strides to cut down on gender segregation and bias, when you share showers, you kind of have to just make full buildings one sex. As much as I would love for my living situation to resemble the Starship Trooper shower scene, it’s just not practical.

Now when I had my peaceful nighttime moments, I wasn’t alone anymore. About 15 feet away on the walkway facing mine, there always seemed to be this blonde woman, slowly taking drags on a cigarette. When it began, it wasn’t every day. But then it was. She looked good in the semi darkness. She was never in uniform, so I couldn’t tell where she was from. The way her baggy sleep clothes fell over her, though, I could tell that she was a attractive and fit. It started with waves and smiles, well from me anyway, originally all I got back was a head nod. Slowly though, I’d get a smile back, then a wave. Eventually it became quiet greetings, a hello from me then words I couldn’t identify returning through the night. As the weeks turned to months and the nights started getting warmer what we both wore every night started to change. My robe became a pair of shorts with a towel draped over my shoulders, and her sweats became leggings and crop top. We never exchanged more then a few words, but the looks that we we’re exchanging became conversations of their own. I would pretend not to notice how the bottom of her shirt would rise and expose skin when she stretched and yawned. Sometimes I’d see a smile or a lip bite on the nights where I would reach above me and grab the rafters, trying and failing to be nonchalant about peacocking.

All I was thinking about was this girl. The way her ass looked in her yoga pants, even though I rarely saw her backside in the dim light. The way the fabric of her tops cloaked the true shape of the pert breasts that seemed perfectly sized to her frame. My mind was forever wandering, speculating what she would look like naked. I imagined her so many times that I guess I just hyped myself up. So one day, after months of my sexual gratification consisting of filling up a sock, I did something stupid. The little head took over. On my way into the bathroom one night, I propped the door open. As I pushed a rock or something in front of the wood, I looked right at her and gave her a sly smile. Where she normally stood couldn’t see all the way in to where I would get undressed. But if she moved she could see all of me. That’s how I justified it, if she wanted to, she could see what I desired her to see. So I took my gamble, I hung my towel up, looked away from the open door, and dropped my shorts. Now I’m no Johnny Sins but I like to think I’m not a slouch either. I’m tall, I take care of myself, and I’ve never been told I’m lacking below the belt. I reached in and turned the shower on, and as I waited for the warm water to make its way through the pipes I looked out the open door into the blackness. I could just make out the cherry of a cigarette move through the darkness. I watched the little fire get brighter, and then fade as it moved back down again.

As I cleaned myself, I was rock hard. This was the closest I’d gotten to some action in months, and there were a whole lot of little swimmers making their way down the drain that night. I was wondering if she was still watching as I turned the water off. I stepped out and as I toweled off, I looked into the darkness again. I didn’t see anything, but I put on a show anyway, hoping my voyeur was still watching. I put a leg up on the bench, facing the door, everything on display. When I kicked the rock out of the door on the way back to my room, i saw no one on her walkway, but in the dim florescence I could make out a small whiff of smoke coming from the ashtray in front of her door.

The next two nights I was alone in the darkness. At first I was disappointed, I guess I thought she would put on a show of her own. But then I got worried, maybe I had gone to far and she was offended. Thoughts of me getting charges for causing an international incident with my cock were bouncing through my head. Maybe i should find her and apologize, but not only had I ever seen her elsewhere, I wouldn’t know what to say. But three days after my stupid stunt I went in to take my shower to find I was not alone, this was odd in itself, It had always just been myself during my nightly showers. But more odd was the distinct flowery smell coming forth with the steam. Then there was the real surprise, In the reflection from the mirror across from the running shower I catch a glimpse of platinum blonde and half a feminine face. To say I was surprised would put it mildly, I was shocked, and she could tell. I think the look on my face increased the smile on hers as she moved the curtain to expose her whole face.

-GOOD STUFF

“Hi.”When I heard her voice up close it rang like a bell in my ear. It was delicate, but had a certain strength. I responded.”Hi” My voiced wavered, the shock of her boldness effecting me.
I could not place her accent as she spoke to me, nor can I write how she said it. Maybe Dutch, or Swiss, honestly I’m so ignorant when it comes to European languages I was just lost.
“I liked your show, it was very nice for me.”
“I’m glad you liked it.” I could feel not only a wry smile growing but also a bulge in my shorts.
“I was hoping to do a show for you.” With that she pushed the shower curtain all the way open.
Her body was everything I had imagined and more. Her wet hair clung to various parts of her, drawing my eyes to a set a breasts that were perfect for her size. The type that are just big enough to hang slightly, but still so ridiculously perky, they ended in absolutely incredible pink nipples. I didn’t want to take my eyes off of them, but I had to, I wanted to take in all of her. My eyes wandered downward, passing over a toned stomach, down further to a perfectly bare pussy. The barest hint of inner folds was peaking out, but her lips were being pressed together by a spectacularly thick set of thighs. In that moment, I knew I needed her, the primal part of my brain took over. My thoughts were racing, my mind only thinking about the flawless example of the female form in front of me. “Holy shit.”

I stood there, unsure of what to do next.
“Well, won’t you come in?”
That might be the fastest I’ve ever removed a pair of shorts. As soon as I let my cock free it was pointing straight towards her, solid and unwavering. I stepped in and brought a hand to her body, sliding over her soft wet skin. I found the small of her back and pulled her in to me, my cock getting shoved upward into her flat stomach. She closed the curtain as I bent my face towards hers. My left hand pulled her hair from her face as our lips locked under the flowing shower head. A simple kiss became more, her tongue finding mine as my right hand dropped to find an ass that she definitely worked hard for. When I squeezed I felt her pull out of the kiss and let out a slight moan. Her eyes staring into mine with a look of overwhelming lust. She takes a half step back, and without breaking eye contact finds my manhood with a hand and starts slowly caressing it. Gentle movements causing twangs of pleasure to pulse through me. My breathing gets heavier as she continues her motion, dropping her eyes to the task at hand. She looks almost hungrily at what’s in her grasp, while exploring it’s entire shape. Her free hand goes to my stomach and pushes me against the shower wall, as her knees bend and she sinks down to be eye level with her prize.

When her lips met my tip, I felt like time had stopped, I almost forgot to breathe. I reached up and diverted the water away from us as she took me slowly into her mouth. She moved up and down my shaft, whilst her tongue danced around it. Her right hand matching her cadence precisely. Her left hand was slowly teasing up my thigh. She continued, if not for the noise and wetness from the shower, I’m sure this would be both sloppy and loud. Her technique was incredible, flawless rhythm, and the pressure from her hand was perfect. This was a woman well versed with her mouth. She reveled in my cock, occasionally taking time to move it one way or the other and lick the length of the shaft. For a while my eyes were closed, my head tilted up, enjoying the waves of pleasure that were crashing over me. The next time I looked down I realized her big beautiful blue eyes were staring up at me. That sight almost put me over the edge, her mouth enveloping my entire dick, while her eyes look deep into mine, craving more. I didn’t want to cum yet so I told her to stop. Her response was to slow the pace of her hand and to move down to my balls. She continued to slowly stroke as she started licking and gently sucking on my balls. Her free hand came to the sack too and began caressing them.
“Okay, okay, fuck you gotta stop, I don’t want to blow my load just yet.”
“But I want you to cum for me.”
“Not until I feel you on me, come here.”

I grabbed her left shoulder and pulled her skyward so, reluctantly, she rose. Immediately I began to kiss her. This took her by surprise judging by the small squeal she made as my tongue entered her mouth. I pushed her against her wall as my hands started fully exploring her body. Our mouths continued as I squeezed her supple breasts. As my left stayed where it was, my right continued it’s path below. Sliding over wet skin I made it between her legs. A foot moved over to allow my fingers unadulterated access. I started making circles, searching for the spot that would make her twitch. Our kiss was only broken as I finally found her clit. She threw her head back and let out a small gasp, her breathing more labored. My only wish was the shower to be just a little bit larger, to allow me to repay the oral pleasure she gave me in kind. I found my rhythm, continuing my fingers dance across her sweet spot, all the while enjoying the small sounds a woman only makes when she’s trying to be quiet while experiencing immense pleasure. The shower water continued to fall over us, the noise helping us hide the naughty things we were doing. Only when I thought she was about to cum did I change fingers, sliding a long index finger inside. My palm rested flat on her, myself moving to her side to reduce my wrists awkward angle. I curled my finger, feeling the wetness that did not come from the pipes coat my digit. I had brought my free hand around her back pulling her in when I moved, and after a short time of my continued internal curling movements I felt her tense against me. Her body pulsed as her legs weakened, falling into me. She was slippery, but I kept her standing. Apparently “Fuck” is universal, because that was all she uttered as the pleasure crashed down upon her.

This may sound odd but in my experience overseas, non native English speaking women have a tendency to switch back to their first language post orgasm. She was no different. Her eyes reopened, and as I looked down into them she breathily said something I understood literally non of. My quizzical look was apparently enough as she followed it with, “Fuck me, fuck me now.” See now here was the hard part, god did I want that fucking pussy wrapped around my cock. However, I am not a small man, and we are currently in a shower I have a hard enough time just washing myself in. I knew I couldn’t have her from the back standing because she couldn’t bend over far enough, and I for sure couldn’t pick her up. So I threw caution to the wind, the only thing that mattered was me inside of her.
“On the bench, outside the shower.” I gestured to it as I spoke.
“No, we cannot, someone could see us, we cannot.”
“Then how?”
As she mulled it over I grabbed her hand and placed it on my still hard cock. A small pout formed on her face and she again said something unrecognizable to me. She moved the curtain to the side and walked out. When the full light her, I was again struck by how incredible her body was. The water droplets accentuating every curve. As she turned around and pointed at the bench I realized her ass looked even better then it felt. I didn’t move for a second, just enjoying the beauty in front of me. Again she pointed at the bench. “Sit” leaving the water on I obliged, planting my wet bare ass on the wood. “No, put your leg over there.” I understood her intentions moving my leg over to straddle it. Entranced, I watched it bring a gloriously thick thigh across the bench as well. Facing me she awkwardly walked forward until our chests touched. I took the opportunity to take one of her beautiful nipples into my mouth, she tasted only of water, but I enjoyed it regardless. Giggling, she reached down behind her and found my cock, stroking it a few times. Then, sitting down, she guided me in.

The first insertion into a pussy you’ve never had before is, for me anyway, one of the hottest things in life. As she descended on me, I descended into paradise. Several slow strokes followed as we embraced each other, enjoying the feelings of our most tender surfaces rubbing against each other. As she continued, I added motions to hers, the slight creaking of the bench underneath us adding to our increasing breathing. We found our groove, the bottoms of her thighs on the top of mine. Even though we were in the shower for a long time together, the wetness of her pussy was incredible. She was extremely tight, and our position angled her to feel unreal sliding up and down my length. Changing her technique, she continued to bring me ever closer to the edge.More grinding then stroking, I knew I wasn’t going to last long. She kept going, her arms wrapped around the back of my head pulling my face into her beautiful breasts. Our still wet bodies moving against each other, we silently prayed no one walked in on us. Knowing it was only a matter of time for me, I moved a hand in between us, and placed it on her clit. I allowed her to finish every stroke with a rub against my finger. The affect on her was instant, the soft moans trickling out of her mouth increasing in pitch. Her movements suddenly got irregular, then she gasped and grabbed my hair. I felt her constrict around me, a shallow gasp escaping her lips. Her grinding almost slowed to a halt, but she never stopped, her repetitions chosen to line up with the surges inside of her. Slowly our heads pivot towards each other, and when our eyes lock, a single word comes forth from her lips. “Inside.”

That single word changed it all for me. I figured we had already come this far, so my head was so buried in lust, I no longer cared if someone walked in. I wanted to fuck this girl properly. “Knell on the bench.” I gestured toward it behind her and started moving out of our entanglement of legs. She understood, and picked herself off my cock. I stood up and moved so the showers were behind me, I pointed her towards the wall of mirrors. She shoved her magnificent ass out perfectly, moving it back in forth. I saw a grin from her reflection in the mirror as I was entranced by the glory that was her gorgeous wet pussy poking out from beneath her toned cheeks. I bent down and licked up the length of her lips. I needed to taste her, and her enchanting moan told me I made the right choice. I saw ferocity stare back at me In the mirror as I looked at myself. The I looked down, grabbed my shaft, and buried it deep within her folds. That moan, the moan she let out then, was just a touch to loud, but I wasn’t ending it now. I grabbed her hips and started pounding. I didn’t care about the noise, all I cared about was painting her insides white. I think I maybe got 20 strokes in before my legs almost gave out. I buried my length in her the final time, and came hard. I shot at least four ropes into her, the smile on her face growing larger with every pulsation of my cock. I waited, still inside, panting, for what felt like ages. I could feel her breathing start to calm underneath my hands. We stayed there, locked in place, not wanting it to end. It felt like an eternity. Finally she moved, sliding off the end of my shrinking member. She stood, looked me in the eyes, and said “Thank you.” I said nothing, I was completely speechless. We embraced, I kissed her, it felt like goodbye.

She removed herself from my arms and moved back into her shower. For a split second I almost followed her, but the way she pulled the curtains I knew it was over. I finally climbed into my own stall and turned the water on. It was cold, but it was just what I needed. I heard her water go off, and I watched her get dressed over the top of my shower curtain. She looked at me staring at her as she started to leave, “Goodnight beautiful.” I half whispered, almost sacred to ruin the moment. She smiled at me, at look of content, but said nothing and walked out. I finished up and went to bed, I slept well that night.

For the next week I was alone on my walkway again. I wanted to knock on her door, maybe find out more about her, do dirty things to her again. I couldn’t, for some reason it didn’t feel right. Then she appeared again, I opened my door to walk to the shower and I saw the cherry of a cigarette from across the way. I smiled at her, and it was returned in kind. I gestured for her to come over, and she shook her head. I pointed to my room only to see the same. “I can come over to you.” She responded with a small laugh, but shook her head all the same. “Well then, goodnight beautiful, thank you for the other night.” Her accented English came back to me through the night air. “You are welcome, I will not forget.” When I finished my shower, she was gone. I never saw her again. I looked every night, but after asking around apparently they left a few days later. I think about her a lot, and I hope, maybe, our governments will have us meet again sometime. Sharing simple moments in the darkness.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/nxr7jd/my_soldier_of_the_night_mf