Sex in “can” aboard Al Asad Iraq… [MF] #TrueStory

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away… I got laid.  This event happened in Al Asad Air Base, Iraq in 2009 as the War on Terror in Iraq was winding down.  Look, if you’ve read any of my life experiences by now you know that I am not a writer of a few words.  This is another long one.  Know this now!  But… I hear you.  If all you want are the pervy details, scroll down to ****Pervy Details****

   In 2009 my unit was sent to Iraq to provide security for the Marine Corps’ retrograde out of Operation Iraqi Freedom.  While the US Army stayed in-country for a couple more years, the USMC was shifting focus to Afghanistan (technically a whole different war) and in doing so the equipment that had been deployed to Iraq since 2003 was being evacuated to a logistics site to either be destroyed in place, redeployed back to the United States, or repurposed laterally to Afghanistan.  My unit was responsible for coordinating the logistics and providing the over-the-road security of those transportation convoys from various camps and bases in Al Anbar Province to the logistics hub on Al Asad.

   As a Staff Non-commissioned Officer (SNCO/E-6 to E-9) in the Marine Corps I rated a private living space, which we referred to as a “can”.  A can was a 20 foot shipping container outfitted as a small barracks room.  SNCOs and commissioned officers (captain and above) rated a private space while junior enlisted and officers lived 2 or 4 to a room.  The cans built for 2 simply had two cots per 20 foot iso while the 4 per units were two 20 foot containers mounted side by side and attached with bolts and a weatherstripping barrier to keep out the rain and retain the heat.

Each can had a window and door on the entry end and a heater/air conditioning unit mounted on the opposite end.  A single occupancy can was geometrically awkward in that the resident usually lived on one end with all the open space on the other.  My can was furnished with a standard folding aluminum and canvas G.I. cot and a short wooden table.  Most SNCOs and officers were issued a foot locker instead of an additional seabag, and the foot locker also served as another table.  A previous tenant had left a 24″ flat screen TV in the room as well, which was nice.  At this point in the war many of the camps and bases across Iraq were wired for cable TV and internet services just like on a regular USA base. Al Asad was no different.  The cable that was provided were the standard 7 channels of AFN (Armed Forces Network) that you could get in Okinawa or Korea.  It was free but limited to a news channel, a couple of sports channels, with the rest being dedicated to movies and sitcoms.  If you were a barracks rat prior to the deployment there was no difference in the programming you got in Asia.  The internet however was a pay service and very limited.  Although each can was wired with a blue (unclassified) cat 5 cable, the internet speed wasn’t good for anything more than social media and email, no way were the speeds capable of internet gaming as this service was a satellite service with hundreds, if not thousands of users.  The bandwidth was very limited. 

Usually when the U.S. Military deploys in support of a named operation there is a set of general orders that are implemented by the Theater Commander.  Operation Iraqi Freedom was no different. General Order Number One mandated some specific rules: no alcohol consumption being one, and no sexual congress being another.  There are usually others as well, but none of those apply to this story.

   This particular deployment wasn’t my first tour to Iraq, and certainly not my first deployment in my 30 years of uniformed service.  It was however, my first “combat” deployment to a very mature area of operations where I wasn’t involved in kinetic conflict with an armed enemy.  In fact I was in-country a full two weeks before I even saw my first Iraqi.  Al Asad was a sprawling U.S. military base and unless you left the wire, were likely to not see any locals at all.  That said, I began to get a little restless.  My daily routine was shower, chowhall, workspace, chowhall, workspace, chowhall, gym, shower, can; 7 days a week; 4 weeks a month; for 7 months.  I’m an infantry Marine by MOS, and my unit was an infantry battalion.  This kind of schedule sucked ass and got very monotonous.   At least the younger Marines got to leave the wire to conduct their convoy security missions.  While life certainly was better for SNCOs, it was also most certainly more boring.  

One day I walked to one of the camp exchanges.  In the USA and other countries we would call these places “Seven Day Stores”, for obvious reasons.  This particular time I noticed that the exchange was selling condoms.  I was puzzled at first because sex was forbidden for U.S. servicemembers, but that didn’t mean that no one was having sex.  While the infantry at the time was still a unit restricted to males only, there were in fact a large number if females on the camp in other gender integrated units such as aviation, supply, administration, etc.  Surely someone in a position of authority knew that boys and girls will be boys and girls and it would be better to sell birth control options than have people break the rules anyway and risk venereal disease, or worse… a deployment pregnancy.  

   I made my purchase of Pringles and other snacks and went back to my can.  I went thru my normal routune; check email, square away my kit for the next day, watch some mind numbing TV, then shower.  After my shower I went back to my can and slipped into my sleeping bag on my stiff hard cot.  I was about to drift off when the condoms came back to mind, which further made me wonder how anyone would attempt a hookup in Iraq.  There was no club system and just about the only place to “meet” other people would be the chowhall or the gym.  Neither of which lend to any private conversation.  That’s when something popped into my head.

The internet.  

Back in the real world people were using the interwebs to meet people.  2009 was well before sites like Tindr and others, but there was a website that I had used upon occasion called Craigslist.  Before the site was restricted, there was a section titled “casual encounters”.  You could log into your regionally specific CL site, peruse the CE section and surf through ads specific to your sexual proclivity.  The light bulb went off and my curiosity peaked.  I opened my laptop and after what seemed forever I was able to pull up a CL site for Iraq.  No shit!  I immediately navigated to the CE site and clicked the w4m (women for men) section and I was surprised to see an entire page full of adverts from women looking to link-up with men, and they were almost all in English.  American women and British women mostly, but a few Muslim women as well.  I clicked through and read them all, amazed that this site wasn’t blocked by some server security application.  Most were from other bases across Iraq such as Korean Village, the Green Zone, and Balad to name a few.  There were a few from Al Asad.  I read them and was amazed at how blunt, to the point and graphic these women were.  To put a point on it, they were human and horny and had an itch to scratch.  After reading through them all I decided on a few of the most recent posts and replied.  After sending my replies I closed my computer and went to sleep.

The next day progressed as usual.  Shower, chowhall, workspace, chowhall, etc… another mundane day during another mundane week on the most mundane of all my deployments thus far.  So mundane in fact that I forgot all about the night prior cruising “the list”.  After the gym I hit the shower and went to bed.  The next day was the same as the last.  Still I hadn’t thought of checking my Hotmail account.  I was single at the time and had no girlfriend at home and wasn’t particularly driven to check my personal email when my parents could reach me on my government account on my desktop at work.  In fact a whole week went by before I made another trip to the camp’s 7 Day Store to reload my personal stash of Pringles and beef jerkey.  When I stepped up to the counter to pay for my snacks I was reminded of the “List” when I saw the condom boxes hanging on a metal post.  I made a mental note to check the site when I got back to my can.

   When I got situated and was able to log in, I had 6 messages in my inbox all from the same email address.  I opened the first and sure enough it was a response to my reply to a post.  This particular respondent was a British airman (air woman?) that lived on the opposite side of the air base.  Her reply was short, but to the point.  She had been deployed for 10 months and was on the downward slope of her deployment and according to her email, has been sex starved the whole time.  She mentioned not wanting to hook up with other Brits in order to maintain her professional reputation.  She was happy that an American had “finally” responded to her post.  She attached a body pic – half-in and half-out of her uniform.  It was the standard tri-color desert utility uniform that the brits wore.  She was a pale white woman with large firm boobs with a shaven pussy.  Yum!  I could see that had she worn any carpet, it most likely would have matched the drapes; meaning that she had long blonde braided hair.  Her head and face were cut out of the photo, but her braids hung down nicely alongside her breasts.

I read through the other 5 emails.  She apparently sent one a day, with the last having been sent two days prior.  On each email she simply stated that she was checking to see if I was still on Al Asad, and in one of them mentioned that she hoped I hadn’t left Iraq already.  In her last email she simply stated that she was giving up, and that she was sorry to have missed me.  After reading them all I quickly replied that I was still on the base and apologized for not replying earlier.  I snapped a quick selfie with my digital camera and loaded it to my laptop via the SD card.  The selfie was a face shot, and not a good one either.  As I said earlier Al Asad was a huge base.  The life support areas, or LSAs were geographically seperated in order to not only provide country/unit integrity, but to also disaggregate potential targets from enemy indirect fire.  I told her which LSA I was on and clicked send, then went to the shower.

I left my email up while I was in the head and when I returned I had another three messages waiting for me.  The first was a quick reply confirming that she had received my response.  The second was a bit longer and had another photo attached, this time with her face but fully clothed.  She was very pretty, and not just by a deployment standard.  A “deployed 10” was usually a 4 or 5 in the USA.  She was at least an 8 on the CONUS scale with bright green eyes and full pink lips.  She would not be hard to look at!  The third email was another headless half-nude selfie.  Immediately i felt a twitch under my towel.  This woman was definitely horny and excited to meet someone from an LSA other than her own.  I responded with a nude from my digital camera and asked her what she was looking for.  

Her response, “To get fucked!”  

My response, “I can do that!”

We exchanged AOL Instant Messenger (AIM) information and begun a real time chat.  Neither of us had access to a vehicle at night so we knew nothing was going to immediately happen.  We chatted a for an hour or so talking about where we were from, what our jobs were, etc.  We snapped other selfies with the computer webcams and started to talk dirty.  We messaged each other about how we were masterbating, etc.  We kind of sexted via AIM which is a little more difficult than doing so via text message on a cell phone.  Before long we signed off, but exchanged work email addresses.  Mine was FName.LName@Marcent.usmc.mil, hers was similar except she had a coalition domain name, which meant that she didn’t work for the British unit there, but was instead assigned to a bilateral job on the coalition staff.  Interesting.

   The next day she emailed to ask if I could get to the main concession area of the base to meet her for lunch.  I could.  In fact there was a base bus system that would take me from the LSA entrance directly to the concession area.  We set a time and agreed to meet.  I described myself as the strikingly handsome American in desert digital camouflage and she described herself as the “natty blonde in tan”.  I caught the bus and made my way to the concession.  It was on about a 2 mile ride, but the bus took forever: stopping by two more LSAs and a motor transport maintenance area along the way.  As the bus pulled up, I could see her waiting by one of the T-Walls seperating the concession area from the roadway.  She looked amazing!  

   She immediately recognized me as I exited the bus.  We gave each other a quick hug and nervously started chatting.  It was a little awkward in that the night prior we had exchanged nudes and helped each other get off via AIM.  Nonetheless, we walked and talked and flirted a little.  We couldn’t flirt too much because we were both in public and in uniform.  We ended up ordering some meat on a stick from a schwarma stand and sat and ate at a picnic type table.  After about an hour we had to break contact to go back to the work places at our respective LSAs.  

I could think of nothing else for the rest of the day.  I was worthless.  If the captain that I worked for expected anything from me that day he didn’t get it.  My mind was full of the last night’s digital images coupled with that day’s physical images, and there was no room for anything else.  I even skipped the gym just to get back to my laptop in my can, hoping to start-up another convo on AIM.  When I got to my laptop and was able to log into my messenger profile there was one message from her.  She suggested coming to my can that night.  She had definitely been as worthless to her boss that afternoon as I was for mine.  She had a whole plan.  A very simple one.

   The base bus system stopped running at 21:00 (9pm) and didn’t start back up until 05:00 the next day.  If she caught the last bus to leave her LSA at 20:30, she could be at my LSA about 40 minutes later.  She suggested taking the last bus and staying the night, taking the first bus out in the morning.  This was a bold suggestion, but with a little bit of luck and the LSA terrain, we could make it happen.

   I drew a diagram of my LSA, took a picture of it and sent it to her email.  In the picture I described how we could navigate the living area.  The part of the LSA that my can was in was restricted to SNCOs, meaning that it was less populated than where the young Marines lived, and therefore quieter.  As luck would have it my can was two cans over from a T-Wall, and even more fortuitous there was a side entrance that she could quickly access my row of containers without having to walk through the main entrance, down Broadway, past the showers and heads to turn into my lane.  All she would have to do is make a left after getting off the bus, walk the T-Wall to the first 90° turn and continue to walk the T-Wall until she found the break.  I would meet her there, and give her the can number where I would have left the hatch unlocked for her.  While she was walking the row of cans I would go back the way she came and instead approach via Broadway and totally throw off any casual observers who might take note of two senior servicemembers of opposite sex walking together at night and dipping into a can together.  It was a good plan.

   I think that was the longest four hours of the deployment up to that point.  I cleaned my room, and cleaned it again.  I went to the gym to get a good pump, and went to the shower.  I totally forgot to eat evening chow.  I cleaned my room a third time.  As the clock ticked by my mind started to play games on me and I realized that it had been months since I had gotten laid, even though I had just jacked-off the day before. I convinced myself that I would probably cum too quickly and as soon as I saw her naked. So, I rubbed one out to get rid of that first load.  At 21:00 I left my can and walked out to the main entrance of the LSA to watch for the bus.  When the bus arrived I watched her step off and gave her a slight wave.  She made eye contact and unfolded a piece of paper.  After I saw her walk towards the first 90° turn in the T-Walls I slowly walked back the way I came and stopped to make a head call.  A couple of the Marines I worked with were there and wanted to talk.  I stayed for a few minutes and at the first opportunity excused myself and walked down the rows of cans until I came to my lane.  I made a left turn and passed the 5 cans between where I lived and Broadway.  When I got to my door, I reached up to turn the doorknob and quickly opened the door and stepped into the dark, pitch black room.  The lights were on when I left, but she apparently turned them off when she came in.  

****Pervy Details****
   Just as I was about to flip the lights on, she told me to leave them off.  I heard her take a few steps toward me before I felt her body heat just inches from my face.  She reached up and took my face between her hands and pressed her lips to mine, gently at first and then a little more firmly.  I brought my hands up to her waist to find her naked.  She had undressed when she got to my can and had been waiting there naked.  I pulled her in tight to my body and we kissed deeply, our tongues dancing together.  With one hand I grabbed her ass and with the other I cupped a breast.  She raised a leg and brought it up alongside my hip.  After a minute or so she pulled me back towards the cot and upon making contact kind of tripped/fell backward.  Without a pause she reached up and unbuckled my rigger’s belt and my cock plopped out in front of her. 

   I am man enough to admit that I am not overly well-hung.  Like EVERY other teenager, at some point in my development I measured my cock and it was always a consistently respectable 7 inches.  And while not particularly girthy, I’ve never had a complaint.  I’ve been told by more than one partner that it is perfect in that it’s not so long as to bruise a cervix, and just thick enough to get her lips around and take into her throat.  This woman seemed to agree in that she immediately took me all the way into her mouth until her nose was flush against my abdomen.  She clearly had skills!  She held it there for a few long seconds before withdrawing slowly, dragging her tongue along the bottom of my shaft.  She kissed the tip and swirled her tongue around the glans before taking me all the way in again.  She did this same technique a few more times before tracing the length of my cock with her tongue down to my balls, where she gently sucked them while stroking me.  (I had never been so glad to have rubbed one out before she arrived because she surely would have made me cum from her oral attention.)  I tried to pull her up to my face so I could kiss her, but instead she told me, with authority, to take my trousers off.  She had an intoxicating British accent.  Having her tell me what to do was a whole mood.  Frankly she could have told me to tap dance naked and I would have done it.  

So here is the image I want you to try and envisage, because this is how I imagine it.  It was pitch black dark in the room after all…

–  Her in all her blonde beauty sitting naked on the edge of a G.I. cot, cushioned only by a black military sleeping bag.

–  Me sitting on a small wooden table, trying to untie my combat boots, remove my socks, dislodge my rubber boot bands, then drop my trousers.  In the dark.  Without falling over onto her or the floor.  If you as the reader are a military veteran, you understand my dilemma.  There is no graceful way to do this.  At this point I am thankful that it’s dark in the room, because surely I’d look like a fool in the daylight.

Once completely undressed she had me stand up and face away from her.  She had me spread my legs a little and placed one hand on my back and kind of pushed me forward until my hands were up against the wall.  The next thing I felt was her warm wet tongue make contact with my asshole.  It felt like a shot of static electricity had hit me in the ass after having drug my feet across shag carpet.  She plunged her tongue in and out of my ass while she stroked my cock with her free hand.  This was the first time in my life that I had a woman lick my ass, and it was divine.  After a couple of minutes I turned around and laid her back on the cot.  She scootched up to the pillow and parted her legs, one flush against the wall and the other over the edge of the cot with her foot on the floor.  I leaned forward and could smell her wet pussy and it drew me in.  It had been months since I had been that close to a woman’s flesh.  I placed my tongue on her clit while I slowly inserted my index finger searching for her G Spot.  I licked her clit and sucked and nibbled gently while I made the “come here” motion with my finger.  She reached down and grabbed my head with both hands as I lapped at her pussy, consuming her.  I inserted a second finger and she immediately came on my hand and tongue.  I cleaned her up and she pulled my face up to hers and kissed me deeply, tasting herself on my lips. 

We kissed for a few minutes before she reached down with her left hand and gripped my dick and guided it towards her pussy.  I pulled my knees up which caused her kegs to bend and I sat up straight on my haunches.  She rubbed the tip of my cock up and down her pussy from her clit to her hole between the wet folds of her labia.  She teased herself like that for a full minute before positioning me at her entrance, then reached up with both hands and grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me in.  This woman definitely liked to be in control!

I leaned forward on my elbows and began stroking her, plunging my cock as deep as I could until our abdomens touched.  Slightly rocking my cock upward at the furthest extension of my thrust, stimulating her clit and G-Spot with every stroke.  She began to moan loudly and matched her body rhythm to mine.  At some point I became very aware of her moans and planted my lips on hers and kissed her in an attempt to muffle the very obvious sounds of our sex.  We fucked like that for quite a while.  She ran her hands up and down my back and I kissed her deeply and trusted endlessly into her warm, wet pussy.  After about ten minutes, or it could have been twenty minutes, she arched her back (which pressed her clit down against my body) and she shuddered.  She wrapped both arms around by back and pulled me tight against her, and it seemed like every muscle in her body trembled with pleasure as she silently came. 

   After her orgasm subsided she told me to stop and she held me there tightly, with my cock as far inside her as it could go.  After a minute or two she released her bear hug and told me to lie back.  No sooner had my head hit the pillow she swallowed my cock to the hilt and started to suck me with long, steady strokes.  After maybe about a minute, she reached under my balls and pressed her finger against my asshole.  Not quite inserting it, but kept the pressure on my ass and with every rhythmic suck of my cock the tip of her finger slipped just a little bit deeper into my ass.  This was yet another first for me.  After a few minutes into this glorious blow job she is effective fucking my ass with her finger. As her head bobbed up, the finger went in; as her head bobbed down, the finger slipped out. 

While I have to admit, it didn’t really feel all that great, but it was pleasurable; and more to the point, it didn’t hurt.  But in place of the pleasure/pain aspect, the pure eroticism of the event brought to me a boiling point.  I told her that I was about to cum and just as my cock started to pulsate she pulled her mouth off me and aimed my cock up my body and I popped all over my chest, and even got some on my cheek.  She slowly stroked my cock with her left hand while she fully inserted the finger from her right hand up to the knuckle.  With every stroke of her hand she squeezed out the last drops of cum.  Once satisfied that I was fully emptied, she lowered her head and licked the cum from my dick, and slowly made her way up my torso cleaning my mess as she made her way to my lips.  After kissing my face softly she cleaned that last splash of cum from my cheek before plunging her tongue deep in my mouth, forcing me to taste myself on her lips.  Meanwhile her finger is still deep in my ass.  After a few more moments of kissing, she removed herself from my body and laid her head on my chest.  I laid there wondering what the hell had just happened.  Not mad, not upset, just suprised that I had totally let a woman that I hadn’t known before this day completely dominate my night.  After a few minutes we both started to pick up a chill.  We awkwardly slipped into the sleeping bag and zipped it up around us and drifted off to sleep.

   Sometime later in the night I woke up to her rubbing my chest.  When she noticed that I was awake, she kissed me and we started again.  She awkwardly rolled over into the little spoon and pushed her ass against my groin.  We ended up fucking again inside that sleeping bag.  I after we came we fell asleep with me still inside her.  

   At 04:00 my alarm went off and she unzipped the bag.  She dropped her head down to my lap and wetly brought me back to attention.  With me flat on my back she mounted my rod and rode me fast and hard until she came.  I remember the creaking popping noises of the metal cot’s legs on the aluminum floor of the can.  After she came she slumped forward and we kissed before she announced that she needed to get dressed so she could catch the 05:00 bus back to her LSA.  After watching her silhouette get dressed in the dark she kissed me Goodbye and slipped out the door. 

   A few hours later; after my shower, after the chowhall, and after I got to my workplace I got an email from her thanking me for the night prior.  We ended up meeting for meals almost daily after that, and hooking-up in my can once or twice a week.  We IMd on AIM almost every night that we weren’t together.  We got so bold as to actually go to each other’s LSAs to eat in the other person’s chowhall for the evening meal.  She even came to the gym at my LSA a few times.  This lasted about 2 months before she redeployed to her permanent duty station in Crete where she had been sourced as an Individual Augment.  We emailed and IMd for a year before eventually losing contact after I deployed to Afghanistan.  The battlespace there was a lot less mature than in Iraq and we didn’t have a commercial means of internet, nor did I have a gig there that would allow me to maintain regular contact.

   Maybe someday I’ll get an email from her telling me she’s visiting Okinawa where I’m stationed now.  It would be nice to not have to sneak around.  I think I’d like to see what she looks like naked in the daylight! ❤

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