This is the second installment of Army Times. Although it will stand alone fairly well, it continues on the previous story.
I want to thank Psyche_b_mused for her invaluable help in editing these stories, truly they would be much less enjoyable if not for her.
Leaving Georgia
I had watched the retreating lights of Blaire's car smoking a cigarette when I heard Trina come up to me. "There you are! How am I to be your chauffer for the afternoon if you are off hiding someplace."
Turning around I caught a flash of her brilliant smile, and despite the fact I was bone tired and wanted nothing more than a shower and a beer, or six, I smiled back. "Sorry, Treen. Something came up that required my – uh – attention."
Trina was one of those wonderfully, pretty, ordinary girls. Her hair was too brown to be called red, and too red to be called brown. She had brown eyes that always seemed to be jumping at the delights of the world. Freckles adorned her face and she had thin lips that always seemed just a little pouty.
She had long thin legs that developed a good muscular tone from all of the running we did during AIT (Advanced Individual Training) During those rums she talked about her boyfriend who had just gone into Marine boot camp earlier in our training. I had talked about Laura and Blaire. Treen always laughed at my predicament, telling me it was my own damn fault.
I grabbed my gear and we headed into Augusta and made small talk the entire way. Chitting about this, chatting about that and my mind barely keeping track of what we were talking about. Eventually she made it to the parking lot of a Best Western
"The airport is about four miles along that road, a restaurant and bar across the street. You should be able to keep busy until your flight." Trina said smiling.
"Mind waiting with my bags while I check in?" I asked. I was looking forward to checking in. It was mid afternoon and I stank from sweat and sex with Blaire, and desperately wanted to shower. I also needed a nap; this had been an emotionally turbulent day.
"Sure, I have until bed check. It isn't like I can call Matt." There was a longing in her voice that I had heard all week from her. Until her boyfriend had left for Boot Camp she could be found each night at the phone booth door closed talking to him. Occasionally there was moaning and groaning and sometimes a little cry as they phone fucked each other.
Reaching over, I caressed her face with the back of my hand, "Sorry that you miss him so. I'll be back shortly."
She leaned her face into my hand and closed her eye and whispered, "I'll be here."
Checking in, I got my room and headed back out to the truck and Treen. Getting into the cab of her brown and brown Ford pickup I said, "Room 117, half way to the end of the building."
We drove to the end of the building and I unlocked the door and turned down the air conditioner. I went out and got the bags from the back of the truck and asked, "Do you want to come in?" Although I liked Treen, I hoped she would go back to the barracks so I could shower and take a nap.
Looking relieved, she said "Sure, I can come in for a while." We sat in the room for an hour chatting and smoking, I was trying to make her laugh, she was doing her best not to.
"I need to take a shower Treen."
"Okay, you promise to write and keep in touch?"
I looked at her hopeful face knowing that it was likely a lie and said "Of course, why wouldn't I?" Smiling at her to reassure her, Trina left. Keeping in touch with people was hardly my strength. Friends are friends but never in my life have I really kept up with anyone for more than a couple of weeks after parting company.
As she headed out the door I sloughed off my clothes and headed for the shower, not noticing that the door didn't close entirely. I turned the water temperature as high as I could stand it and soaked, feeling the sweat and smoke and fetid urine smell of the trailer wash off of me. I turned the temperature up some more and slowly lathered up and washed my hair thinking about the day and my time at Fort Gordon.
When I got out of the shower I felt like a new man. I started toweling off as I headed back into the bedroom, when I rounded the corner I saw Trina sitting on the bed. Pink from the heat of the shower and towel in one hand, covering nothing what so ever, the other end was up on top of my head where I was drying my stubbly hair. I stood before her and asked, "Uh, Treen? What's up?"
Looking down at my flaccid cock, she blushed and stammered, "Uhm, well I need...." stopping there she turned her head toward the door. She looked trapped, and desperate. Then I understood.
I walked over and knelt before her, taking her hands in mine, I turned them palm up, kissing the left and then the right, softly, a faint moan escaped her lips. For about a minute I sat there looking at her while she was looking through the wall behind my head, and then she looked down at me. I leaned forward and lightly kissed her, repeated little pecks, flicking my tongue slightly against her lips, then her mouth opened slightly and her tongue slowly touched mine.
Interesting, no fires like there was with Blaire. Nice kisser, but no KABOOM.
As we kissed, my cock started swelling with passion. I stood, bringing her up with me. I swept her up into my arms taking the two steps necessary to lay her head on the pillow on the bed. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I softly asked.
In answer she swallowed hard, nodded and reached out to stroke my penis. Her touch wasn't as soft as Blaire's or Laura's. In fact it was almost rough; Trina was gripping the Little Man like a he was a hammer, but still the Little Man sprang up to attention. I stepped across her body and lay next to her showering her face with little languid peck kisses, tasting her saltiness. I kissed and licked along her jawline and felt her shuffle her body closer to me as she moan softly and whispered, "Yes, like that Chip."
I started unbuttoning her top kissing and licking my way as I splayed her blouse open. Treen's tits were about the size of a large grapefruit or small melon, and they were shaped something like a small alpine horn. I kissed her nipple through the white bra and felt her body arch next to me. I removed her blouse and centered her on the bed. I started kissing her around the bra cups and listened to her gasp and moan.
After a little while I reached up, and grasped the clasp between her bra cups fumbled with it for a second or two getting it open; Trina took a deep shuddering breath as her tits felt the cool air of the hotel room
Her areolas were large and ill-defined, a very light pink, not too different from her skin color. As I kissed, licked and nibbled on her left nipple and areola, Treen gasped and she placed her right hand behind my neck holding me in place.
"Oh fuck yes," she moaned. Her left hand clasped firmly to my right shoulder as her fingernails dug into it. Her nipple enlarged in my mouth and was long enough that I placed my lips on her areola and the flat tip of her nipple reached past my lips and teeth and rested lightly on the tip of my tongue. Flicking my tongue across her nipple, I kneaded her other breast, like a firm tasty ball of dough.
Trina groaned, "You like licking that itty bitty titty don't you? Come on suck it some more! MORE DAMN IT!"
On some level I was shocked by the stuff, she was saying, then I thought,
Come on, this is the same chick that phone fucks her boyfriend in the common room phone booth of the barracks and thinks nothing of masturbating while she does it.
And the truth of the matter was, yeah I did like sucking on her tit and was looking forward to hearing what else she may have to say while we were in bed together. I had never been with a person that had been quite so expressive in her needs and appreciation. It was exciting in its newness and added just that little extra something that I needed.
Slowly I kissed my way across her soft smooth skin to her right breast. With my right hand, I caressed her face while I played with her left tit with my other hand.
Treen moaned, "Oh fuck YES!," and leaned her head into my hand, taking my thumb into her mouth and sucking on it. I continued my work on her breasts and placed my left knee in between her legs, up against her crotch. Immediately Trina began grinding her pussy into my leg and the heat of her pussy radiated into my leg.
Keeping up with her breasts, mouth and pussy all at once was proving to be difficult, but it wasn't long until Treen arched her back in a spasm, shook and with a deep moan plopped back down on the bed.
I started kissing down her stomach and tongued her belly button like I was kissing her mouth. She started wiggling and laughing, which of course was not what I wanted from her right then. But it did work out because it caused her to grind her pussy into my chest, increasing the heat I felt from there.
I undid the belt to her BDU pants and started kissing her pelvic region as I unbuttoned them.
"Are you going to eat my nasty pussy? HUH ARE YOU!" Trina asked.
The pungent aroma of her sex filled my nostrils as I started to pull her pants down to her knees. Backing out of her legs, I lifted them up so I could get to her. Her boots rested against my back and I was held in place by her pants, which restricted how wide she could open her legs. I slowly licked her from the space between her ass and pussy along her labia which was opening nicely, to where the two folds of labia met just above her clit.
"Oh yeah, I knew you were a nasty pussy eater."
Treen's pussy was very hairy and a little less red than the hair on her head; it clearly had never been trimmed and was brazenly natural. Pussy juice glistened off of a couple of strands of her pubic hair. With comingling moans, I lightly licked the juice of her hair.
I found the taste very earthy, kind of like a heavy peat scotch, Laphroaig came to mind. One of those tastes that a guy either loves or hates. And once I had started there wasn't any stopping, enjoying the moment taking my little sips and gulps of her, in a slow appreciative manner.
I continued: a light lick, a small suck, a heavy lick, over and over until her clit stiffened and peeked out from its hood. Treen had interlaced her hands somehow and locked them around my neck, effectively pinning my face to her pussy. I took her clit into my mouth gently sucking on it, and brushing my tongue across the tip. Trina dug her fingernails into my neck, holding me in place. For several minutes this continued until she started to cum, and then
[b]THUD[/b]
"OH MOTHER FUCKER!!!" Trina screamed.
"OH FUCK YES!" Trina exclaimed while she drove the heels of her boots into my back again, my eyes starred and crossed with pain, but somehow I kept at her clit and then again [b]THUD[/b] her boots came crashing down. "Eat it you nasty man. EAT IT!"
As she quivered in her orgasm her boots rained down pain and agony onto my back. I was going to be damned if I was going to stop. Yeah my eyes were crossed and my back and neck were beginning to hurt, but, Trina's incessant chatter was beginning to turn me on. I couldn't believe how much I enjoyed it. I continued to lick and suck on her clit and then thrust my forefinger and middle finger deep into her hot wet pussy,
