Not long ago I returned from a deployment in Afghanistan and
went for a stroll in uniform, ending up on 57th Street (Manhattan, NYC)
near 5th Avenue. Not far from that intersection I saw a
young couple in formal dress. He had a tux on and she was
wearing a gown. He was sitting on a brass fire hydrant,
the ones that stick out of the building around knee level.

His pants were down to his knees and she was on hers, sucking
the brains out of his cock. The guy saw me and said, "Marine,
come on, you're next." I looked around. One or two people
simply walked by as it nothing was happening. I stood there
like a dummy and she let go of his cock and waved me over.

I was much too chicken-shit to join them. Thanking them, I walked off
extremely frustrated, with a raging hard-on. Bummed out,
I saw a hotel I knew had a bar and decided to have a shot
of something.

Sitting next to a well dressed, slender, middle aged
lady whose grey hair was beautifully done. I ordered
a boilermaker. The lady moved near me and asked
"Are you o.k.?" I told her exactly what I had just
seen. She handed me her swipe room card and said,
"We can't go up together, so obvious, but meet me
in my room ASAP. I want to thank you for serving."

I almost had an orgasm in the elevator. The entire
afternoon was unreal. Up in the room, with her
naked, I thought, almost out loud, LORD please don't
wake me up until its over.

Some time later I wondered if anything would have
happened if I had not been wearing my freshly pressed
Marine uniform and the answer came loudly...NOTHING.
I guess there are perks here and there.