Master Sergeant Andrew Thomas had been giving a lot of thought to what had happened between him and Lieutenant Colonel Debra Robinson the previous Friday. He was a soldier's soldier, one of those troops who just naturally lived the Army's values of loyalty, duty, respect, selfless service, honor, integrity, and personal courage daily; what had occurred was a violation of at least half of those values in addition to being a violation of several sections of the Uniform Code of Military Justice, or UCMJ. He knew all that, but for some reason it really didn't bother him.
It was easy enough to rationalize. First of all, she was hotter than hot, a true beauty with a fabulous body. He was if nothing else a normal, red-blooded male, in excellent physical shape and not bad looking to boot. They were about the same age, thirty-six, and looked like people who belonged together.
Second, she had initiated everything, and as the senior member of this pair she stood to get into a lot more trouble than him if it ever came out publicly.
Third, as much as the military might deny it, this shit went on all the time. Fraternization between officer and enlisted was technically banned, but even military law and policy took into consideration the fact that it did occur. Military members of different ranks could be married to each other but not in the same chain of command, and in many cases one would have to leave the service. But the illicit, secret relationships also happened a lot, including with flag officers and those below them, and it even happened in war zones. It was rarely prosecuted unless there was risk of a security breach or some other party was harmed, like a spouse who found out.
So Andy wasn't as bothered by it as one might expect. He was five years from retirement and could easily get through that time as long as they were careful, and he chuckled when he reflected on Debra's oral abilities. She gave a world-class blowjob.
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Andy was waiting for Debra the following Wednesday as agreed, standing in his uniform just outside security at SeaTac airport. Debra had flown back from Cincinnati in uniform; many soldiers did that because people just treated you better when they knew you were in the military. She'd even been upgraded to an empty Business Class seat by the cabin crew. Debra came out of the concourse and approached Andy.
"Sergeant."
"Colonel," he responded, shaking the proffered hand professionally. Their eyes locked and a very slight smile crossed both of their faces. He took her small suitcase from her and they walked toward the skybridge to the short-term lot. He walked slightly behind her so he could fully appreciate the view.
I didn't think that uniform could look so good on anyone,
he mused.
Damn.
He led her to his own car, a black Jeep Wrangler. "Somehow I'm not surprised," she commented as he unlocked the doors and opened hers for her. "A manly car for a manly man." As she climbed in she reached toward him and surreptitiously gave his package a quick squeeze. He startled slightly but maintained his composure. He threw her bag into the back of the vehicle and climbed into the driver's seat.
Debra was wasting no time. As soon as his door was closed, she reached over and grabbed his head, pulling his face toward her and planting a long, deep kiss on him. Her lips crushed his and her tongue explored his mouth hungrily, then as quickly as she had begun, she broke it off. She sat back into her seat.
"Debra, you're really something," he opined.
She just smiled. "Take me home."
Take me home,
he pondered.
That could mean a lot of things.
Like most military installations, there was never enough on-base housing for everyone at Fort Lewis, and her unmarried status had forced her to find lodging off base despite her senior rank.
They made small talk as he drove, talking about hometowns and former spouses and how much they liked Fort Lewis. She asked him about his deployments and he related how combat had changed him (for the better, he thought) and how it was nothing like those who had never been in it thought it was. He told her about getting his bachelor's degree a couple of years earlier and needing only a few more classes to get his master's in public health. Too old for an officer's commission, they had helped him with promotion points as an NCO. He talked a lot about the grunts he used to care for, and she smiled at learning what a soft heart he really had.
She directed him to leave Interstate 5 several exits before Fort Lewis, then gave him directions that took them into Steilacoom, a small town on Puget Sound north of the base. She was renting a small home there while waiting for on-base housing. He noticed how it was well camouflaged by tall evergreens as he pulled into the driveway.
"We'll go get my car later," she said, opening her own door and exiting the vehicle. "Get my bag, please." He got out, grabbed her suitcase, and followed her to the door. She unlocked it and walked in with him following.
"It's not much, but it's home," she said as she swept her arm from left to right. "Like it?"
"Yeah, this is nice," he answered. It was a small house, perfect for a single person or a couple. There was nothing architecturally significant about it, but the location was prime. "You have a great view out the back." Through the large back window he could see nothing but trees and sky. No neighbors.
"I like it. I might even buy it," she answered.
"I always feel grimy after flying," she continued. "I'm gonna go take a quick shower. There's beer in the fridge if you want one." She grabbed her bag and walked down the hall to the bedroom, leaving the door open. He took a beer from the refrigerator and sat on the couch.
Stone IPA
, he noticed.
Not bad.
