“Middleham Tower this is Eagle Charlie, over.”

“Eagle Charlie, this is Middleham Tower. State your message, over.”

“Request permission to carry out post engine change test run at the re-heat rig,over.”

“Permission granted, Eagle Charlie. Do you require fire cover? Over.”

“Affirmative, Tower, over.”

“Thank you, Eagle one. Fire control informed please advise when test complete. Tower out.”

So here I was, just twenty-four years old, living my dream. I had always loved aeroplanes, well anything with an engine really. The bigger and more powerful it was the more I liked it.

I had joined the Royal Air Force four years previously, in 1979 as a direct entrant jet propulsion technician. I had worked hard to get in because women were only just being accepted into the aircraft technical trades and I wasn't exactly built like a brick outhouse, or worse as some may describe it. I was slim and petite but tall, five feet and ten inches, in bare feet. I passed all the tests for my engineering knowledge but the trade training was hard. I was hopeless at exams! I failed so many because I couldn't find the right words for the answers so I mostly had to demonstrate my ability by actually doing the work for the instructors and prove to them that I knew what I wasn't talking about!

That was in the past and now I was a Corporal, supervising my own team of technicians.

They were a good natured bunch of lads and respected me generally although there was the usual banter which was prevalent within the armed forces back then. I took it all with good humour and gave back just as good as I got. The thing that amused me the most was being referred to as a 'Lumpy Jumper', the generic term for all women in the RAF. I was amused because, in all honesty, my jumper was not particularly lumpy, being somewhat less than well endowed in the upper region!

I always wore a bra for work even so as my nipples had a mind of their own and at the slightest hint of cold would stand out firmly at least half an inch. Our overalls were almost as thick as denim but reasonably well fitted so would reveal exactly what was happening.

During the previous night, my colleagues on the night shift had worked right through to replace an engine which had been damaged when the aircraft flew through a flock of Gulls and my team and I were now preparing to ground run the new engine and prepare the aeroplane for a test flight that afternoon. We had secured it in place by attaching the arrester hook to a cast aluminium linkage set into the concrete in front of the blast deflectors which would divert the jet blast harmlessly upwards and this aircraft in which I was now sitting, a McDonald Douglas FGR2 Phantom could produce an awesome amount of thrust from its two Rolls Royce Spey engines!

Within a few minutes, in which time I had completed my pre-start checks, the big, olive green fire tender arrived and parked facing me at the edge of the facility, giving me the thumbs up. I waved back and then flicked the switch on my throat microphone to 'intercom'.

“Ok, Steve, ready?” I asked the other corporal at the end of the wire outside. He had been on the squadron longer than me and was about thirty years old. His short blond hair made him seem older somehow.

“When you are, Linds,” came the crackly reply.

I looked out to my right side and waved to my wing man. He waved back signifying all was clear and I turned to the left, raised my fist with forefinger extended, rotating it to signify I was about to start the engine.

Outside, on the ground, Steve repeated the gesture indicating that I was clear to go ahead so I lifted the toggle switch and selected engine start.

There was a slight whistle, which became a whine as the small jet engine which was used to start the main engine began to turn. I watched the left hand gauges of the cluster on the right side of the panel in front of me, particularly the one marked 'RPM'. It began to move slowly and, as the needle passed twenty percent I lifted the lever on the left hand throttle and pushed it forwards into the idle position allowing kerosene to be pumped into the engine. Almost instantly there was a thump as the aviation fuel being sprayed around the sparking plugs deep with the engine ignited and the high pitched whine was replaced with a deep throated rumble.

I couldn't help it but that sound always excited me. Like releasing a lion into a cage. Awesome power being held in check by me!

A tingle ran through my entire body and I gave an almost imperceptible shudder.

I waited until the engine had settled and all the gauges were steady, Turbine Gas Temperature, I ticked the box on the check list. Percent RPM, tick and so on until I was satisfied that all was well.

I flicked the switch on my microphone.

“Ok, Steve, you can go under now.”

I watched as he put his thumb up then disappeared below the huge air intake beside me.

All the panels and doors below the engine were hanging down so that it could be checked thoroughly for oil and fuel leaks and that all the pipes were connected correctly.

Steve took his time, methodical as always and I continued to monitor the gauges until, at last he reappeared and gave me the thumbs up and pointed to the wings. I returned the gesture and pulled a lever with resembled a cross section of a wing. The flaps lowered to half way.

I watched Steve run his hand along the leading edge, feeling for a blast of air from the now exposed vents. Another signal, another pull on the lever and the flaps lowered to their fullest position and again he checked for the increased air flow.

At last, he was satisfied and I returned the lever to its in flight position. The flaps rose once again Steve gave me the thumbs up to signify all was well and then pointed to the rear of the aircraft. This time he disappeared because now, it was time!

I took a deep breath and watched the wingman who had moved over to my left and would relay Steve's signals.

After a moment, I got the signal I was waiting for and pushed the throttle lever forwards slowly, I watched all the gauges rise as I inched the lever forward until it reached the stop half way along its travel and the nose of the big jet dipped. The whole airframe was vibrating under the unnatural strain of being prevented from moving.

Another signal from outside and I lifted the small latch lever and pushed the throttle through the gate to the position marked 'Min' and I felt rather than heard the flame ignite and the nose dipped even more under the enormous forces being generated and then, it came, the signal I had been looking forwards to. The wingman clenched his fist, turned it palm down and moved it rapidly forwards. My response was to push the throttle lever fully forwards until it could go no further. In my mind I could see the flame at the back become an awesome blue inferno. The nose dipped even more as the Phantom tried its best to break free from its restraint but it was held firm, shaking and screaming like a huge beast chained, roaring with ferocious power and, like the engine, I was getting hot!

Another signal from the wingman, fist pulled back, and I returned the lever to 'Min' and then, once more, the whole insanely loud and violent process was repeated. My heart was thumping with lust, my blood pumping through my veins causing every inch of my over sensitive nerves to tingle. I was one with this fantastic machine and could feel every movement of its buffeting airframe, the blood in my veins pulsing in unison with the oil in its hydraulic pipes.

Minutes later, it was over. Steve was happy with the operation of the jet pipe throughout and all the engine indications were normal so I pulled the throttle back through the gate and to idle, lifted the little lever for the final time and pulled the handle back against the stop, sitting back with a sigh whilst the engine returned to its previous, stationary condition.

I pulled the lever beside me and the cockpit canopy rose allowing me to climb out after switching off the fuel pump and fitting a safety lock to the canopy strut.

“Looks good,” Steve said as I stepped onto the concrete to help release the beast from its shackles. “You enjoy that, don't you?” he grinned and I flushed deeply. I punched his arm, hard but he was right, I loved it and I was as horny as hell!

We took the now placid machine back to the hanger and, once securely inside I turned to Steve.

“Right then, I'll leave you to it.”

“What do you mean, 'leave me to it'? We've got the panels to secure and the Sparrow launcher to refit!”

“Dentist!” I replied with a smile, “Annual check and clean. See ya!”

I got the keys from the office, jumped into a LandRover and drove across to the Medical Centre on the other side of the airfield, parked in front of the low brick building and went straight through to the Dental Centre and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” came the muffled reply from the other side, so I turned the handled and swung the door inwards.

I was greeted by the new hygienist. She was a young woman, of similar age to me whom I had met a few times previously but didn't know her well.

Women in the Air Force, as with other branches of the armed forces, had separate accommodation from the men and tended to stick together however, I was married and lived in a house on the Married Quarters, an estate off the main base and so, didn't mix with the others as much and besides, most of my work time was spent with the Squadron personnel where I was the sole female!

“Lindsay! What are thinking?” the Hygienist exclaimed as I entered the surgery.

I frowned, taken completely by surprise at this unexpected greeting.

“Nothing,” I replied, stunned, “I've just walked through the door.”

“Your overalls,” she hissed, “You know work clothes are not allowed in the medical centre! If anyone sees you, you'll be put on a charge!”

“Oh that!” I answered, relieved. “I just came from a ground run and didn't have time to change. Don't worry, they are clean, I haven't done any work in them yet.”

“You'll get me shot!” she said rolling her eyes upwards. “Come on then, the officers are in a meeting for the morning. I will let you out the back when I've finished.”

She waved her hand towards the big dentist chair in the middle of the room and I sat down and relaxed as she lowered the back and raised me up to working level.

Kathy was a pretty young woman and filled her white overalls far better than I did. She wasn't big on top but her breasts were full and filled her uniform perfectly and her hips flared out just enough so that when she walked her pert bottom seemed to sway provocatively.

“Open wide,” she said through the blue mask she had placed over her mouth and I did as I was told, opening my mouth as wide as I could.

I had never really studied her before but in such close proximity I couldn't fail to notice how beautiful her ice blue eyes were and complemented her elfin face topped with short blonde, almost white hair in total contrast to my long dark brown hair and brown eyes.

She worked quickly and quietly, the only sound was the air passing through her nose as she peered into my mouth and the scraping of metal on enamel as she cleaned carefully some imagined plaque between my perfectly white teeth. My nostrils were filled with the heady aroma of her latex gloves interlaced with the sweetness of her perfume.

Finally, she reached across me to the tray attached to the far side of the chair to select a small interdental brush and paste but, as she did so the strap of her watch caught on the Velcro holding the front of my overalls together and suddenly the the thick fabric pulled back and I was exposed as the fastening tore open leaving my small breasts covered only by my bra.

I gasped at the same moment as she did, fully aware that as I was laying back, my breasts were not pressed against the inside of the padded cups and my suddenly painfully erect nipples were clearly visible beneath!

“Oh crumbs, Lindsay, I'm so sorry!”

Kathy was clearly flustered and tried desperately to unhook herself but I noticed that she was staring at my breast and two almost imperceptible bumps had appeared through her own clothing.

I grabbed her hand and pulled it down onto me, to stop her struggling and breaking the clasp. For a second she relaxed her hand against my barely covered breast and our eyes met as I released the strap from the small loop of Velcro in which it had caught.

The pressure of her soft, latex covered hand against my aching nipple caused a flood of desire to manifest itself within me and I began to tingle once again. I was already in a heightened state of arousal and this was doing nothing to relieve the frustration as my clitoris swelled, unseen.

Unhooked, Kathy unhurriedly removed her hand and I pulled the front of my overalls together and fastened the Velcro once more but her face was bright red, mainly from embarrassment although I was sure that there was another reason too.

She turned away, fumbling with some equipment.

“Kathy, don't worry. It's all right. Please don't be embarrassed,” I told her, being careful not to spoil the moment for either of us.

She turned back to me.

“See what happens when you break the rules?” she gave a half smile as she spoke.

“Tell you what. My husband is out tonight with some friends. Why don't you pop round... If you have nothing planned that is.”

I half held my breath hoping she would not refuse.

“Oh, well, no...” she began.

“No problem,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant, hiding the disappointment I felt and I was about to continue but she stopped me.

“Oh no, I mean I have nothing planned. I would love to come round. What time?”

Brian was going at seven.

“Seven-thirty?” I suggested, “I'll get some nibbles.”

“Yes, all right then,” she smiled, the crimson fading from her face, “I'll bring a bottle of wine.”

That evening I waited until my husband, Brian was ready to leave. I had already showered, as I always did after a day at work to wash away the smell of the 'office', fuel, oil, grease and just the generally metallic engineering whiff. Whilst he was getting dressed I put on my sexiest underwear then covered it with my old faithful pyjamas.

At the door he turned and said:

“Don't wait up, I shall probably be late tonight. Not working tomorrow.”

“Don't rush,” I replied, “I plan on going to bed early anyway.” then closed the door behind him, grinning to myself.

Almost exactly thirty minutes later there was a knock at the front door and I quickly opened it and took a deep breath.

“Wow, Kathy! Look at you!”

I stared for a minute, awestruck and then quickly ushered her inside.

“You look fantastic!” I gushed still staring at her and then looking her up and down, “Come in, come in.”

She stepped through the door and into the hallway and I directed her to the living room, watching her walk ahead of me.

She was wearing a stone washed pale denim dress which fitted her fantastic figure perfectly and flared out over her hips to end in a ragged hem a little way half way down her thighs. She also wore white stockings or tights, I wasn't sure which.

I noticed her pretty face was a little flushed as she handed me a bottle of Liebfraumilch. Milk of the beloved lady, as it is translated and with that thought in mind I took it and said:

“I will get some glasses, I look forwards to tasting that.”

I stayed for a moment as she sat down on the sofa. She looked so cute with her pink face and short blonde hair. I also couldn't help but notice that she was indeed wearing stockings.

“I like your dress, Lindsay,” she said quietly.

“Oh, thank you,” I replied in faux surprise.

After Brian left I had quickly changed from my pyjamas into my favourite LBD. It was black jersey which clung to my body and, like her denim, flared out loosely over my hips but ended just below my bottom. I wore no hosiery but remained bare legged. I did, however, put on my best patent leather black heels. I liked them because they gave my calves a nice toned appearance.

The wine glasses were in a cabinet against the living room wall and I made a point of select two from the highest shelf. It meant I had to reach up for them, making my dress ride up at the back, revealing the tops of my legs. I realised, as I did so, that I had no idea whether Kathy had any interest in me that way. I wasn't hugely experienced in the ways of the flesh but, after the day I had, I was damn well going to find out!

I selected two matching glasses with long pale blue stems which almost matched the colour of her eyes and then retrieved the corkscrew from the drawer.

“Would you like me to do the honours?” I asked her as I sat opposite her in the arm chair. She nodded, smiling sweetly.

The corkscrew twisted easily into the tight cork and I pulled firmly outwards, holding the bottle between my knees for extra grip.

Kathy's eyes never once left my hands and she seemed mesmerised by the cork rising from the glass neck, squeaking each time I pulled and when it finally came free with a perceptible popping sound, she jumped noticeably and I saw that, along with her cheeks, her pretty little ears were also bright pink!

“Kathy, are you all right? You seem a little nervous,” I said, trying to put her at ease.

“O...Oh, yes, sorry.

It is just that this is the first time we have had an evening together and after what I did to you today...” her voice trailed of as she bowed her head to hide her embarrassment.

“Hey, don't worry about that, it was an accident. My fault for not getting changed.” I tried my best to put her at eased and she did seem to relax a little.

As the we chatted I decided to be a little naughty and, as though unaware, I allowed my knees to relax and part a little, just enough to allow her a glimpse of my pale grey panties with their black lace trim.

I chatted away but watched her reaction carefully and, sure enough, she couldn't help but look, surreptitiously or so she thought, but still, I had to be sure. The last thing I wanted to do was embarrass her.

The wine flowed easily and by the end of the bottle Kathy had relaxed and I was sure she was playing the same game as her legs too had parted a little and I could clearly see her brilliant white lace panties. I couldn't exactly swear to it and certainly couldn't make it too obvious at this stage but was that a little patch of moisture on the gusset? Now I just had to find out.

I stood up and she watched me as I rose.

“I'll just get another bottle from the kitchen,” I said by way of explanation.

“Oh, no, don't,” she replied suddenly, “I don't think I should have any more.”

I was puzzled and frowned at her.

“Why, what is wrong?” I asked with some concern.

“Nothing, nothing...” she seemed to stumble over the words a little, “It's just that I am already a little tipsy and am afraid I may say something embarrassing.”

“Aww, don't be silly,” I sat down beside her, close beside her, “You won't embarrass me. Is something troubling you?”

My hand was on her knee now, innocently soothing her.

“This afternoon...” her face was glowing brightly now as I gazed into her eyes as she spoke, “I... I...”

“I told you, it's all right,” I put on my most soothing tone and gently stroked the inside of her leg just above her knee.

“No, it's not all right!” she replied sharply, “Don't you see? It turned me on! It excited me more than anything. When you put my hand on your breast to release my watch strap I felt your nipple harden against the palm of my hand and I didn't want to let go...”

She broke my gaze and let her head drop forward, hiding her face from me.

I took her chin and lifted her head, turning her to face me.

“You silly girl,” I whispered, “It excited me too. Did you think I hadn't noticed?”

For a moment we looked at each other until I pulled her chin to me and pressed my lips against hers.

Her response was immediate, her lips parted and she pushed her tongue into my mouth and began to explore greedily, dancing with my own. She tasted of wine, sweet and heady, and her scent filled my nostrils.

My hand was under the hem of her dress now but I didn't want to push her too far and frighten her away so restricted myself to gently massaging the warm, trembling flesh of her inner thigh, my fingers toying with the ornate white lace of her stocking top.

I could feel her heart pounding and her chest rose and fell struggling to breathe through the restriction of our passionate lips.

To my joy, I became aware that her hand was on my breast now, massaging me through the soft jersey fabric and trapping my nipple inside my thin lace bra between finger and thumb and causing it to swell even more than it already had.

By now, my inhibitions were gone and I allowed my hand to move up her leg. There was no damp patch, her gusset was positively soaking and I began to press the coarse material between her labia as I rubbed my finger gently back and forth along the lace covered groove of her hot sex and her legs parted willingly as she responded, meeting my touch with gently thrusts of her hips, squirming with pleasure and releasing quiet groans.

Kathy pressed her lips harder against mine, her tongue dancing passionately around my own and she squeezed my breast, urgently seeking the firm flesh of my nipple as it strained to escape the restriction my clothes imposed upon it.

I was gasping for air now and I carefully released her mouth, taking her bottom lip between my teeth and nipping it gently, pulling a little and sucking it between my own before releasing it and repeating the action . She panted with unbridled desire so I allowed my fingers to brush against her stiff clitoris. For a moment she gasped and held her breath then released it slowly with a rasping shuddering moan and when my fingers slipped inside the waistband of her panties it was like a switch. She grabbed the shoulder of my dress and pulled it down over my arm along with the strap of my bra. Instinctively I raised my elbow to release the restriction and she lowered her head to my breast and sucked my engorged nipple into her hot mouth.

I felt as though I had been electrocuted, such was strength of feeling she created. My nipple ached and strained as she clamped her teeth around it and pulled, stretching it out before closing her lips around it and sucking hard, taking my whole breast almost, into her mouth.

I was beginning to lose control and I pushed two fingers into her soaking wet pussy, feeling her moisture lubricating them and welcoming them, her muscles gripping them as I twisted and explored her deepest recesses.

I wanted to taste her but she pushed me back across the sofa, pulling down the top of my dress as she did so. I didn't resist her. I hadn't expected her to take the lead but I was happy to give her whatever she needed as she released the clasp at the front of my bra exposing me completely.

Both my nipples were pushing upwards now, like little fingers reaching out, desperate for her touch.

Whilst she sucked and bit one she squeezed, twisted, pulled and massaged the other.

I was in heaven!

She was like a thing possessed now and she pulled my dress further down over my raised hips, not stopping until it was in a little black pile on the floor with my shoes.

Next was something new to me, my husband being the boring lover he was. Kathy began to kiss my foot, the tops of my toes first, her tongue gently licking the groove between each one and then touching her lips to the sensitive side of my instep. This made me shudder, partly because I was very ticklish but more because of the wonderful new sensation of her breath and the feather-like touch of her lips.

She ran her tongue slowly from the ball of my foot, along my instep, across my heel and finally kissing the soft hollow beneath my ankle. I had never known a feeling like it and determined I would repay her later.

She didn't stop, being fully aware of what she was doing to me and continued to alternate tongue and lips, licks and kisses, up the inside of my shin, over my calf and around my knees, each gossamer touch sending tiny shocks right through to the core of my arousal. I didn't know just how erotic touching my legs could be.

My fingers found themselves toying within my hot groove, gently pressing and circulating around my nub and one slipped inside me, damn, I was wet!

Without lifting her lips from my inner thigh, Kathy reached up and lifted my hand away from my sex as if banning me from touching myself.

I didn't resist but raised my fingers to my own lips and sucked my sweet nectar from them.

Agonisingly slowly, she kissed higher until I could feel her breath disturbing my coarse, light brown hairs now be-dewed with my outpourings the expelled air cold on my hot flesh.

I could not remain still and began to massage my breasts, squeezing hard upon my engorged nipples which were standing firmly out, aching, tingling and throbbing and then, she was upon me. Her tongue running through my sparse thatch, collecting my moisture whilst her lips swiftly circled my screaming clitoris. The pressure as she sucked was sending me wild and I couldn't help but raise my hips, pressing against her mouth urging her on with small thrusts as she licked and sucked the very life-force from me.

I was completely oblivious to everything around me but the sound of her mouth licking and slurping, trying to take every drop of moisture as it was produced and the warm draft of her breath as she breathed heavily through her nose.

It was too late to try to hold back the tide of orgasm that had already begun to rise inside me. I was burning with the pleasure of desire and I was beginning to lose control of myself, my muscles contracting, forcing the air from my lungs in a long low guttural moan which began to rise in intensity as my body stiffened and my hips began to rise with the aching of my back.

She was no novice, she knew exactly how to draw out the greatest sensation... and when!

My teeth clamped tightly together and I knew that the wave was about break over the rocks. In the split second of total, crushing resistance I felt her finger push suddenly between my clenched buttocks and enter my back passage forcibly, pushing into my depths. That was it, that was the trigger! The wave broke and the cascade smashed through me and out through my lungs in a cry of pure, wanton energy.

My body collapsed onto the sofa and caused her finger to push even deeper inside that tight ring of muscle. The surprise caused a second wave to instantly crash upon the ragged remains of my orgasm and I pressed my bottom hard down onto her hand, feeling her finger deep inside as finally, with a rasping shudder it was over, leaving my weakened body twitching and jerking at the slightest movement.

Kathy remained still, her head on my abdomen, letting me recover my senses for a moment before she slowly withdrew her finger from my anus and put it into her mouth, her eyes twinkling as she smiled at me. The sight of her uninhibited behaviour caused another slight tremor to pass through me.

I held her gaze whilst I recovered a little strength. Now I knew she was no shrinking violet I had no need to hold back and I looked at her pretty, elfin face which no longer looked quite so innocent and thought, 'Now it is your turn.'

I sat up and took her hands, kissed them and swung my legs to the floor, pulling her up to her feet.

I studied her for a minute, the piercing blue eyes flashing with mischief set in her ever so cute face, framed with her cropped blonde hair.

Wanted to undress her myself and she must have sensed I would because she stood perfectly still as I began to release the buttons down the front of her sexy denim dress and it began to reveal her stunning figure.

I had already had a glimpse of her pure white lingerie but,when the last button was released and the soft pale blue fabric fell away I gasped. Her whole ensemble matched perfectly. White lace full cup bra, matching panty-briefs in the thinnest of white lace framed by a beautiful white belt and suspenders attached to her white stockings and ending in white heeled shoes.

I couldn't help myself, she was stunning!

“Wow...!” escaped from my lips, slow and drawn out.

She smiled and blushed.

“I hoped you would like it,” she said.

“Oh Kathy,” I whispered, “You are gorgeous!”

Slowly I walked around her, admiring every inch of her glorious form. She began to turn in the direction I was moving and I delivered a swift, firm slap to her pale buttock.

“Ow! What was that for?” she squealed.

“Keep still and do as you are told,” I said, trying to be commanding and yet seductive. “You had your fun, now it is my turn.”

The point I had struck her was turning bright pink, a perfect hand print on her otherwise flawless bottom.

“Yes Corporal!” she responded, immediately getting into the mood of my little game.

Continuing my appraisal of her perfect figure I began a second lap only this time, I examined her in more detail, dragging my hand over her shoulder as I went. Behind her I unfastened the three hooks holding the broad strap of her bra and let it hang from her shoulders for a moment before pushing the thin straps outwards allowing it to fall away from her then I stepped close up behind her and put my arms around her, clasping her firm, full breasts and squeezing them.

She gasped loudly as she felt my breath upon her exposed neck and the touch of my lips as I kissed the tiny bump where her vertebrae showed at the base.

Her head fell forwards and I ran my tongue up her neck to her hairline and placed tiny kisses all the way back down and then, still firmly massaging her breasts, I pulled her to me, pressing my naked mound against her lace covered bottom.

She gasped again as I gave her nipples a tweak, squeezing them hard and rolling them all the while kissing her neck. When I moved my attention around to he side she let her head fall back against my shoulder, giving me access to her dainty ear and groaning as my tongue explored its recesses and my teeth nipped playfully around her lobe.

My hands were not idle. I continued to massage her and pull her against me but with just one now, the other I slid slowly down the soft, quivering flesh of her abdomen, stopped momentarily at the lace band of her underwear and then moved inside, down to the hot moist groove of her trimmed vagina. She was so wet that my finger was slick before even reaching the source of her outpouring and I used that lubrication to circle her erect clitoris, teasing it from its sheath.

With the soft gusset on the back of my hand I massaged her , up and down, circling and pressing, even trapping it between my fingers then scratching its sensitive tip with my nail.

She was shaking now, trembling uncontrollably with excitement and almost lying against me and when my fingers, first one and then two, slipped inside her, her legs almost gave way and she cried out through clenched teeth.

“Mmm... oh yes, don't stop, please...” her words drawn out and hissing as her breath forced its way between those brilliant white enamels but, I did stop. I could sense her disappointment through her breathing but she didn't have to wait long. I withdrew my fingers and lifted them to her mouth. They were slick and shining with her thick moisture and she willingly parted her lips and took them in. I revelled in the sensation of her soft warm tongue moving around them as she sucked her own spendings from them.

She followed briefly as I took them from her, not wanting to let go but I knelt down behind her and hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them gently over her hips, slowly revealing those beautiful globes with the fading hand-print I had delivered just a few moments ago.

She stepped out of them and I tossed them to one side.

Reaching up, I put a little pressure in the middle of her back and, knowing exactly what I wanted, bent forwards and placed her hands on the sofa in front of her.

I tapped the insides of her calves and, obediently, she shuffled her feet apart, revealing her secret places to me. Her tightest hole was so beautifully neat, a small ring of puckered flesh, unblemished sitting just above the shining wet petals of her sex which were slightly parted, revealing the open entrance within and, as I looked I was convinced that a small pearl of moisture formed at the opening. I placed my thumbs either side and leaned forwards, spreading her until I could draw that warm, sweet pearl onto my tongue and taste its salty creaminess.

That was all I needed and I pressed my lips against her sex, pushing my tongue inside her, drawing out as much of her nectar as I could, drinking it down like a lost soul in the desert finding an oasis.

My tongue began to dance around her, across the joining flesh, up to her other, tighter hole. I could feel it quiver as my tongue spread her juices across it and she relaxed, almost pushing out as I began to work into that ever so tight entrance, my tongue pushing through into the smooth inner flesh of her anus.

As I worked my mouth upon her, I slipped two fingers inside her streaming grotto twisting and seeking that magical spot inside, rubbing along the ribbed front wall and causing her to cry out once again. I sensed that her orgasm was close and doubled my attention bringing her nearer and nearer to overload, working my fingers in and out, faster and harder and pushing deeper while my tongue danced around, plunging deep inside her tight hole.

I felt her tense, her muscles contracting and shaking and she began a long, drawn out howl, low at first then building until reaching a crescendo. At the moment immediately before her orgasm broke I pushed a wet, lubricated finger deep into her bum, just as she had done to me and, like me, that tipped her over the edge.

She collapsed forwards onto the sofa and I followed her down, never once release the pressure on her holes, my fingers wriggling deep within her, make her twitch and jump uncontrollably until she could stand no more and reached behind her to push me gently away.

I withdrew slowly, watching in delight as she twitched a little more until I was clear and placed my fingers in my mouth, licking her sweet juices from them and gazing tenderly at those two pulsating, open holes that looked so pretty and inviting.

Well, that is my story. We became firm friends after that and had many more times together, always being so careful not to be caught as that would have meant instant postings to separate us and neither of us wanted the embarrassment of the whole service knowing about us. What we did was, in fact, illegal in the armed forces.

Maybe, someday, I will tell you more...