This is the first story I ever wrote, several years ago.
This story is taken almost word for word from something I sent over an instant messaging service to a woman who was my Domme at the time, at her request and created from her original idea. As a crude copy and paste job, it overuses the ellipsis and comma and has other rather heinous writing flaws, I ask you to please excuse them for now. Eventually this scene happened in real life, although not exactly as described here. (Interestingly, I ended up in the dominant role in that relationship, but that's a story for another time)
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The time is very late, or very early, depending, it's like 4 in the morning, on a weekend night. The barracks are quiet as we roll up and get out of the car. No lights are on, save one, at the top corner of the building, and those that usually are. The laundry room is sometimes left on, and tonight no exception. The room with the toilets they provide for us and the stairwells are always lit. I bring you in through the back door, as visitors in the barracks are strictly forbidden. Up the well lit stairs, my anticipation building, as is yours...
I pause briefly at the top and look at you, and you wonder if maybe I heard something, if something is wrong. No, there's no one there, I simply wanted to look at you, to watch you as we enter this forbidden place, see the excitement, and I move in for an embrace and a gentle kiss, just touching your lips.
I reach around you and reach down, but you see where I'm going with it and stop me as I cup your buttocks. I'm disappointed, you can read it on my face as I insistently try again. This time you relent and let me, and I can feel the warmth coming off your crotch through your jeans from the back, my fingers close to it as I knead your ass. So good... I lean in and kiss you deeply, my tongue reaching, probing in your mouth.
I kiss along your jaw and up to your ear, pausing, take your lobe gently in my teeth, whisper how much I will enjoy this in your ear.
I look through the door window, down the hall. No one is there, the time is right so we move through the door and into the hallway. I'm tugging at your wrist, hurrying you along, worried we will be caught and that I will be punished.
We come to the toilet room, and I urgently pull you in the door, I can hear someone moving down the hall around the corner...my heart pounds...you ask what's going on and I put my finger to my lips, alarmed to hear your voice. Into a stall and close the door, hoping we will be undetected. I sit down and motion, again with urgency, for you to sit on my lap, but stop, stand up and whip down my pants for authenticity. You rest on my thighs, but I can see that your feet and legs are still visible and hurriedly try to pull you up on top of me some more, it's awkward and doesn't work too well. You cooperate and place your feet on my knees, and I am satisfied, just as the door opens and someone comes in. I can hear them walk to a stall, grumbling to themselves about how hard this life is and how their fire team partner is useless, obviously still half asleep, as no soldier would bitch about their fire team partner when they thought someone might hear, or allow a brother in arms to hear them call their life hard. The soldier loves being a soldier, even when a civilian would be miserable, and his momentary, sleep dazed lapse shows his attitude is wrong, he doesn't really want to kill and possibly die for his country.
I'm grateful for this momentary reprieve and breath a sigh of relief, but then realize that I have you on my naked lap. You see, or more probably, feel me realize this, and grin over your shoulder at me, uncomfortable from the awkward position, but delighted as you realize the potential of it. You begin to move a little, you can feel my hard cock pressed between your cheeks and slide around as best you can.
I shudder, and let out a slight moan, an oddity for me. Instantly, I realize what I have done, just as a voice speaks up.
"Jonesy, that you man?" the question comes, "You alright man? You sound like you're having a hard time".
I stifle a chuckle at his word choice and reply.
"Yeah, man, I think I ate too many hot wings tonight", and he's satisfied, as he replies,
"OK man, so long as you're not jerkin it, you pervert".
Another chuckle stifled, if only he knew, and I grab your hips to hold you still, as you haven't stopped trying to make my life difficult and amazing at the same time. You look back over your shoulder again, a betrayed look on your face, and you can clearly read my face to mean, yeah right, quit fucking around. My sternness works, as you subside, and I mentally breath yet another sigh of relief.
The soldier finishes, and we can hear him pull his sweats up and move to the sinks. Water runs. By this time I've begun to give up on holding you still, it feels so good and he's about to leave anyway.