1. US ARMY ROTC CAMP


    Date: 7/29/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    shower,” she remarked, leaning forward, resting her elbows on her knees, cradling her chin on top of her clasped hands, looking straight ahead. “We all need a shower,” I replied. “So what is on the training schedule for tomorrow?” she inquired. “I think we have a five kilometer road march,” I replied. “Five k’s?” she inquired. “Oh my gosh! I better turn in!” “You’re already half way there,” I replied. She looked at me and smiled, not saying a word. She made a squirrelly-looking face, biting down on her lower lip. She leaned back on my cot, placing her hands on the back edge, silently stretching out her feet in front of her. She arched her back, rolled her shoulders and stretched. “It’s been a long day,” she remarked. I stood up and pulled at my Army issued sleeping bag. She was forced to stand, but said nothing, as she watched me spread the sleeping bag out on the open ground in front of us. I tossed my clothes bag on top of it- which I was using for a make-shift pillow. I unfastened the laces on my boots, as she stood with her hands on her hips, watching me. I slipped off one boot and then the other. I reached over and turned down the flame on my Army lantern. “Are you staying, or going?” I asked. “Do I have a choice?” she replied. I stripped out of my t-shirt and lay down on my Army sleeping bag, which was unzipped and spread open in front of us. “It’s your choice,” I remarked, looking up at her. I rested my head in the folds of my hands behind my head. She sat on the ...
    edge of the Army cot and silently unlaced her boots. “I hope I don’t regret this,” she whispered, slipping off one boot and then the other. “It’s all your choice,” I replied, as I slipped my belt from my camouflage pants and tossed it to the side She knelt down on her knees and crawled on to my sleeping bag beside me, slipping her hand across my bare chest and on to my shoulder, as she snuggled up close to me. I slipped my arm around her, as she rested her head on my bare shoulder. She looked up and our lips met in a soft and light kiss. She moaned as we kissed, tossing her leg over mine. I slipped my hand under her t-shirt and along her soft waist. I put my hand on top of hers, and slid it down to my crotch, where my raging hard-on strained to be set free. Amy fatigues don’t have zippers- just buttons. I slipped her fingers between the buttons so she could feel the growth building in my trousers. She lowered her head and lightly kissed a bare nipple on my chest. She wasted no time in working her way towards my abdomen and eventually below my navel. I slipped two of my trouser buttons out of their slits, allowing her free roam and reach into my crotch. “My gawd!” she whispered, as she felt my cock through my underwear. She slipped my camouflage trousers and my underwear down my thighs, allowing my nine-inch circumcised cock to spring free. She wrapped her fingers around my thick shaft and lightly kissed the purplish bulb-end of my cock. She used her fingers to wipe my pre-cum ...
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