Bianca (23 yrs.) is a voluptuous Italian brunette (38-24-36) who has a large nose with seductive brown eyes and luscious lips. She is the wife of an Army captain and they live at the Army base housing.
It's Monday evening inside the popular Mexican restaurant named, "The El Dorado." It sits on edge of the base. Bianca comes out of the women's restroom wearing a camouflage Army jumpsuit. It fits her shapely figure. Her shoulder length hair is hanging loose. She heads back toward the special dining room for officers "only." Something catches her right eye and she turns to look.
She notices Dillon (19 yrs.) sitting in a corner booth wearing his Army fatigues. He's eating by himself and studying books. She's instantly attracted to his good-looking face with the blue eyes. His Army hair cut is shaved on the bottom which reaches above the ears. The jet-black top is cut very short.
Bianca steps up to the Male (24 yrs.) host of the restaurant and taps his shoulder. He turns around.
"Yes, miss. Can I help you?" he asks.
"Who that is? I've seen him in here before," she asks in return.
She points her finger at Dillon who studies intently.
The host answers, "Oh yeah, that's Dillon. He always sits there to study with his dinner. He has a final test exam for AIT."
She asks, "Advanced Individual Training?"
"Yes, as a Counter Intelligence Agent 35L. I think that's the number," the host answers.
"Counter Intelligence? As a spy?" she asks.
The host shakes his head, "No, just counter intelligence. His final test is on Wednesday. Dillon told me he's at the top of his class."
Bianca whispers, "I'm sure he is."
She turns and walks toward the officer dining room. The host looks at her incredible body as she walks away.
Three days later on Thursday. Dillon (19 yrs.) received news that he passed his tests and would receive a 10-Day leave before reporting to his first job duty. He called his parents with the news and decided to remain at the Army base until that duty transfer.
On Thursday night. Dillon is at the Army base gym running on the treadmill. Both hands carry weights to tone up his arms and shoulders. He stands at 5'8" and weighs a tight 150 lbs. He's a "Gung-Ho" Army soldier who likes to prepare for his next job physically and mentally.
After his workout. Dillon sits naked on a towel in the men's steam room. He leans back against the wall as his body muscles glisten. His 6-pack abs are prominent. In the corner wall is another Army soldier named Brett (19 yrs.). He transfers out to his job duty in three days.
"I knew you'd be here Dillon," Brett says.
"You did?" Dillon asks.
"I sure did. Army before wild parties."
"You're here too Brett."
"I know, but if I wasn't being transferred in a few days. I'd be drunk and chasing women."
"Buddy, I had two girlfriends before basic training. They didn't know about each other either."
"I hate Casanova's like you."
Dillon laughs, "Hahahaha... I promised myself I'd be serious when I joined the Army. Hot chicks can wait."
Brett smiles at him, "Yeah right. That schlong of yours can't stay away from the women."
"A lot of cold showers. And, I'm at the top of my class."
"Dillon. Have you seen that married Italian woman named Bianca?"
"No, why?"
"She's the wife of Army captain Thornton. The soldiers talk about her being this lonely babe."
"Did you see her Brett?"
"Hell yeah, I did. Great body with huge tits. I saw her at the Wal-Mart off the base. Italian beauty."
"Any soldier, nail her yet?"
"Some have tried. I hear the captain has her on a tight chain. I would too. Damn."
Dillon looks over, "I do have a 10-day leave. Maybe I'll look around."
They both smile.
It's Friday morning at the "El Dorado." Dillon eats breakfast wearing his Army fatigues. The cap and top are off. His brown t-shirt is neatly ironed.
The male restaurant host walks over.
He asks, "Can I sit down Dillon, for a second?"
"Sure, have a seat," Dillon answers.
The host sits across from him. He places a piece of paper on the table top and shoves it over. Dillon eats and his eyes look down at that paper.
