What is it about the annual [M]arine Corps Ball? #Okinawa #TrueStory

~2022
Short story, long: I met a female Marine at the Ball last night and we went home together and knocked one (or two) out. This is not the first time this happened. There’s just something about a Marine in Dress Bkues, but this time that Marine wasn’t me!

So, last night I attended my unit’s annual Marine Corps Birthday Ball. I’m retired from active duty, but still serve as a civilian supporting the younger generation of warfighters. I’m the”old grumpy” guy in the shop. I try not to be grumpy, but I can’t avoid getting older. It be what it be. 🤷‍♂️

I am divorced and not dating anyone so I attended alone. As the odd man out I was at a table where I sat with a group of Marines and spouses who I didn’t know. The shop I work with was on the other side of the room. This however, worked to my advantage in that no one near me knew me, which allowed me to be a little more open and flirtatious than I would have been had I been sitting with the people I am accountable to 5 days a week.

At the table next to ours was a group of rather obnoxiously drunk Marines who had clearly “preflighted” before arriving to the venue. One of the Marines sitting there was a cute little female staff sergeant who I’ve seen around a few times in the last year. We’ve never been anything more than polite to one another in the passageway and I couldn’t even tell you her first name.

So we immediately recognized each other and said, “Hello” and made small talk a few times throughout the evening. She was with her group and I was not part of it, so our interactions were few and far between. At one point she commented on my tuxedo and mentioned that I looked “distinguished”, to which I made a comment (which was probably an inappropriate in 2022) about how well she filled out her Dress Blues. She smiled but clearly felt uncomfortable, so I took that as a hint to break contact.

The ceremony was nice as always, and the guest speaker was brief. Dinner was served and was on the better side of okay, but not great. The Japanese delegation who attended was over an hour late due to the rainy weather and bad traffic, so that meant the catered meals sat under the heat lamps an hour longer than planned for.

After dinner the DJ started spinning and the party started. As a single guy with no date I chose to take this opportunity to call it a night and head home before the crowd flooded the parking lots and formed a mile long line out the gate. As I was leaving the Butler O’Club the staff sergeant was just outside on her cell phone. I waved at her and said, “Goodnight” as I made my way through the crowd. She called out to me and asked if I was leaving. I told her that I was going home, and she replied by asking, “Alone?”

This caught my attention so I told her that I was going to go home and have a beer and offer a toast to the 247th Marine Corps Birthday since I didn’t drink at the ceremony. With the allowable blood alcohol level in Japan being as low as it is, one beer puts a driver at risk of a DUI should he be pulled over. As a civilian on Okinawa, a DUI will get me fired and voted off the island. One beer at dinner is not worth my rather healthy paycheck so all I had was Coke.

She responded that no one should have to drink alone and asked that if I “meant what I said inside” that she’d love to share that toast with me. More than a little bit surprised, I made sure she understood that I was not going out in the rain, but going home. She said that she understood.

So I opened my umbrella and she tucked under. We walked to my car, and I let her in to the passenger seat while I struggled to close the umbrella and still get in the car without being soaked. When I got into my seat I removed my tux jacket and she offered to hold it for me. After I started the car and pulled out of the lot, I looked over and noticed her playing with the miniature medals that retirees traditionally wear on tuxedo coats; since most of us don’t wear a uniform to the ball.

She’s relatively junior to me and while she knew the Afghanistan and Iraq service medals, she had questions about others. I explained that I was sooo old that I have deployed to the Gulf War in 1990/91, and she replied that she was born in 1993. 😳

She asked about some of the other medals and I explained that one was for a deployment to Korea and another to the Philippines in support of their efforts to fight Al Qaeda and Abu Sayef. As it turns out she is a Filipina and her parents were born in the Philippines. Immediately I noticed her body language change as she leaned towards me in her seat. I caught a glance of her legs as her Dress Blue shirt rose up above her knees.

She caught me looking and asked if I still liked what I saw. Of course I did, and I told her so. She smiled coyly as I pulled into my apartment complex parking lot. To my frustration the lot was full so I had to park across the street at a pay lot, which meant that we had to walk the block in the rain. We got out of the car and I popped open the umbrella and this time she grabbed my arm and pulled in close as we made our way to my apartment building.

The apartments in my building are accessed by an internal halfway and I have to take an elevator to my floor. We got in the elevator and she stood back in the corner with her arms behind her back with a seductive look in her eyes. I pressed the number for my floor and stood nextvtobher and as a recording (in Japanese) told us to be careful of the closing doors. I looked over at her and she reached up with her right hand and pulled my face down to hers and planted a very hot open mouthed kiss as we rode the elevator to the 7th floor.

When the doors opened we were still kissing. We paid no attention and let the doors close. I reached down and wrapped one arm around her waist while I caught a handful of her firm ass with the other. The elevator stayed at the 7th floor but after a few minutes the light flicked off and we were in the dark. This was her opportunity as she reached down and rubbed my now very hard cock through my silk tuxedo pants. It wasn’t long before she started fumbling with my zipper which immediately reminded me that there was a security camera directly above where we stood. I pulled away, pressed the button to open the doors and I led her to my apartment.

Once inside we wasted no time and were back at it. We kissed for a few more minutes feeling each other up before she dropped to her knees in my living room. She pulled my cock from my trousers and engulfed it. She started slowly at first as she bobbed back and forth as she stroked my cock into her mouth. I grabbed her head and gently held it with both hands as she worked my dick like a pro.

She gave an amazing blow job, but I wasn’t ready to cum just yet. I withdrew and led her to the couch where I laid her back, still in her Blues. I kissed her for a few minutes and opened her Blues blouse and started playing with her small perky boobs. Before long I was working a hand down under her uniform skirt searching for her pussy. I was happy to discover that the pantyhose that she was wearing were crotchless, but thst she was still wearing panties. I pulled her panties to the side and started running my thumb up and down her slit spreading her natural lube the length of her pussy from her clit to her asshole. She responded nicely with soft moans and a rhythmic movement of her hips, thrusting upward as I drew my finger upward towards her hard button. It was after a few minutes I hiked her shirt up around her hips totally exposing her crotch.

It was dark in the room with the exception of the ambient light emanating from the air conditioning unit on the wall and from around the blackout curtains on the sliding glass doors to the balcony. About all I could see was her silhouette, and it was very erotic. I lowered my mouth down to her pussy and started to kick up and down her slit. Her clit was rather large and protruding from her labia. I flicked it with my tongue and nibbled at it with my lips while fingering her with two fingers, my left hand rubbing in circles just above her mound.

In no time whatsoever she came in my mouth as she bucked her hips up and down underneath me. She let out a long moan and grabbed my ears pulling me deeper into her pussy. I absolutely love when a woman pulls me closer, whether it be my head or my hips into her pussy.

After her heavy breathing subsided, I dropped trousers and got on the couch between her legs. I pressed my cock onto her pussy and slowly entered her one long inch at a time. She grabbed my ass and tried to pull me closer but I resisted entering her as fast as she was trying to pull me in. I’m not incredibly large at about 7″ erect, but this time I was slightly longer than her pussy was deep and I could feel the head of my cock press against her cervix. I pressed hard and held it there firmly and she responded with another orgasm, this one more violent than the first. She squeezed my and dug her nails into my ass cheeks while she bucked wildly beneath my weight.

I took this my opportunity to start fucking her rhythmically and tried to match my thrusts with the bucking of her hips. It was impossible and I just couldn’t match her rhythm. I felt like I was a cowboy at one of the rodeos I attended as a kid. I couldn’t have lasted more than two minutes before announced that I was about to cum. She told me to cum in her pussy, but instead I pulled out and shot my load on her bald mound. The reality is that at my age the odds are in my favor that I will never make another woman pregnant, but 37 years of fucking and a few pregnancy scares have made me gun-shy when it comes to baking a creampie..

After a few good shots at her target she reached up and pulled my head down to her pussy and told me to clean her up. This is not a problem for me. I made the mess, and I have no problem cleaning it up. So I complied and started lapping at her clit and her folds, paying particular attention to her throbbing clitoris, quickly bringing her to her third orgasm. I lowered her skirt and climbed up next to her on the couch. She hungrily kissed my face and cleaned both MY cum and HERS from my lips. We laid there kissing for a few minutes before I slipped in behind her and took the position as the big spoon and it wasn’t long before we were both asleep.

We slept until about 09:00 before I woke up with her still tucked into me, Dress Blue jacket on but open exposing her boobs, while her skirt had hiked back up around her hips exposing her pussy. The sun was up and I could see her now. It wasn’t long before she woke up and started pressing her ass back into my crotch.

I won’t bore you with the details, but we fucked again before we cleaned up and I have her a pair of my old Marine Corps green sweats to wear. I made scrambled eggs for breakfast and we hung out for a little bit before I took her back to her barracks. We have a long weekend ahead of us due to the Veteran’s Day holiday and made tentative plans to meet again tonight.

It was definitely one for the books. If you live on Camp Courtney and know a little Filipina staff sergeant wearing green sweats with a name across the back that isn’t hers, you’ll know who she is. DM me and I’ll let you know how the weekend goes.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yr7ncr/what_is_it_about_the_annual_marine_corps_ball