Straight Male / 51
Every New Years this memory creeps back and warms a cold winter night. In 1964 I was a 20yr old airman stationed at a remote air base. It was a small community off base and most of us enlisted people tried to find part time jobs to supplement our pay. I was lucky enough to land a job as an employee at the Officers Club on base. New Year 1964/65 I was working at the club for the party being held there by the officers. Back then the military was not scrutinized as closely as it is now and those people really 'tied one on'.
I was working as a waiter and as the party was winding down around 2AM, most of the people had left. There were a number of members passed out and a few struggling to keep the party going. Among them was the Base Commander.
I think the 'old man' was trying to keep up with the younger officers and was really plastered. I was continuing to clean up and keeping an eye on his party when his wife motioned me over.
She confided in me, "My husband has had too much to drink and no one in our party is in any condition to drive, can you get someone to drive us home?" she asked.
Being a young airman, I had no car and relied on the base shuttle to get around. "I could drive you home ma'am." I said. "That would be fine, we can take our car and then you can drive it back here and leave it in the parking lot. Just leave the keys with the club manager and we'll pick them up tomorrow." "OK", I said and went over to explain to the manager where I was going, he said OK.
One of the officers and I 'helped' the commander out to his car, accompanied by his wife. He could not sit up so we laid him out in the back seat. I got in the drivers seat and his wife sat in front with me. She smelled of booze, cigarettes, and perfume. Mostly perfume. She was a stunning sight, in her mid 40s, in her low-cut cocktail dress. Her hair was done up and she looked VERY elegant. I admit I stole more than a glance or two at her bosom.
When we got to their residence, she and I helped the commander into his quarters. We put him on the couch as there was no way we could have gotten him upstairs. She took off his jacket, shoes and pants and propped him up with some pillows, then covered him with some blankets. I kept staring at her ass, she really kept her self in shape.
She asked If I wanted some coffee, but I said I had to get back and help with clean up. "Well, let me thank you," she said, and she went and got her purse. I was headed to the door when she caught me and tried to give me some money. "I can't take this ma'am" I said. "I must give you something," she insisted. She was standing just a inches from and as I said she looked SO sophisticated and being in my prime I got a huge erection.
We stood there for some moments, her offering me the money and me politely refusing. She then glanced down and noticed my boner. "Well my husband didn't give me my New Years kiss," she said and put her arms around my neck and kissed me. Along, wet passionate kiss. I almost burst out of my pants. I had been away from home for some time, no dates and now this sexy woman was full on kissing and grinding on me.
She slid a hand down my front and rubbed my groin. "Let's take care of this, shall we?" She said in a husky voice.
All I could do was nod. "Not here," she said and pushed be back into the foyer, around the corner out of sight from her husband.
She kneeled on the rug and undid my belt, pants and pulled down my zipper. She took me in her mouth and I almost blew my wad as her lips touched the tip. She sucked and nibbled and licked, while I tried to hold back. I got bold and slid my hands down her front and into her gown. I played with her nipples with my finger tips and she sucked harder if that was possible.
As the tempo increased, I took both her breasts in my hands and kneeded them, she moaned and I was at my limit. She looked up at me with big doe eyes, I pushed down the front of her gown, completely exposing her tits.
She leaned back and said, "Cum for me!" and pulled her dress down more. I grabbed my penis and directed my cum all over her breasts while her husband snored away in the background. She stood, but did not pull up her dress and kissed me again. I tried to slip my hand under her dress and she slapped it away, saying "You better, go".
My head was swimming on the way back to the club as I replayed it over and over in my head. I saw her a few more times at the club but she never even acknowledged me which was understandable. She was the object of many of my dreams back in the barracks. I doubt either of them is alive and so now feel free to tell.
I was working as a waiter and as the party was winding down around 2AM, most of the people had left. There were a number of members passed out and a few struggling to keep the party going. Among them was the Base Commander.
I think the 'old man' was trying to keep up with the younger officers and was really plastered. I was continuing to clean up and keeping an eye on his party when his wife motioned me over.
She confided in me, "My husband has had too much to drink and no one in our party is in any condition to drive, can you get someone to drive us home?" she asked.
Being a young airman, I had no car and relied on the base shuttle to get around. "I could drive you home ma'am." I said. "That would be fine, we can take our car and then you can drive it back here and leave it in the parking lot. Just leave the keys with the club manager and we'll pick them up tomorrow." "OK", I said and went over to explain to the manager where I was going, he said OK.
One of the officers and I 'helped' the commander out to his car, accompanied by his wife. He could not sit up so we laid him out in the back seat. I got in the drivers seat and his wife sat in front with me. She smelled of booze, cigarettes, and perfume. Mostly perfume. She was a stunning sight, in her mid 40s, in her low-cut cocktail dress. Her hair was done up and she looked VERY elegant. I admit I stole more than a glance or two at her bosom.
When we got to their residence, she and I helped the commander into his quarters. We put him on the couch as there was no way we could have gotten him upstairs. She took off his jacket, shoes and pants and propped him up with some pillows, then covered him with some blankets. I kept staring at her ass, she really kept her self in shape.
She asked If I wanted some coffee, but I said I had to get back and help with clean up. "Well, let me thank you," she said, and she went and got her purse. I was headed to the door when she caught me and tried to give me some money. "I can't take this ma'am" I said. "I must give you something," she insisted. She was standing just a inches from and as I said she looked SO sophisticated and being in my prime I got a huge erection.
We stood there for some moments, her offering me the money and me politely refusing. She then glanced down and noticed my boner. "Well my husband didn't give me my New Years kiss," she said and put her arms around my neck and kissed me. Along, wet passionate kiss. I almost burst out of my pants. I had been away from home for some time, no dates and now this sexy woman was full on kissing and grinding on me.
She slid a hand down my front and rubbed my groin. "Let's take care of this, shall we?" She said in a husky voice.
All I could do was nod. "Not here," she said and pushed be back into the foyer, around the corner out of sight from her husband.
She kneeled on the rug and undid my belt, pants and pulled down my zipper. She took me in her mouth and I almost blew my wad as her lips touched the tip. She sucked and nibbled and licked, while I tried to hold back. I got bold and slid my hands down her front and into her gown. I played with her nipples with my finger tips and she sucked harder if that was possible.
As the tempo increased, I took both her breasts in my hands and kneeded them, she moaned and I was at my limit. She looked up at me with big doe eyes, I pushed down the front of her gown, completely exposing her tits.
She leaned back and said, "Cum for me!" and pulled her dress down more. I grabbed my penis and directed my cum all over her breasts while her husband snored away in the background. She stood, but did not pull up her dress and kissed me again. I tried to slip my hand under her dress and she slapped it away, saying "You better, go".
My head was swimming on the way back to the club as I replayed it over and over in my head. I saw her a few more times at the club but she never even acknowledged me which was understandable. She was the object of many of my dreams back in the barracks. I doubt either of them is alive and so now feel free to tell.
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