April 1994, I was twenty years old living in a U.S. Army barracks in the middle of Germany. I was a private first class and was nowhere near high enough in the chain of command to have my own room, so I shared with a guy three years older than me named Robert. We had a small bathroom, a tiny living room type area, and a bedroom, which had two single beds against each wall, with a pair of night tables, bookshelves, and a long dresser with our TV on it. Robert had only a few months left in the army so he had a relatively easy job, he was the Colonel's driver, which meant he slept late most mornings, and worked late most nights. This was fine with me since being twenty years old kept me extremely horny most of the time, and having the room to myself gave me plenty of opportunity to masturbate. My roommate very often was out on the weekends overnight, with a constantly rotating list of soldiers deployed on various training exercises all over Europe, there were always a bunch of army wives home alone on any given weekend, and my roommate was pretty good at taking advantage of this and having pretty regular sex. Every now and then he'd interrupt a pretty steady stream of sex stories to tell me about almost being caught by a returning husband.
With springtime there were less deployments; therefore less husbands gone, therefore my roommate was occasionally bringing women to our room. It would usually happen late, after I was asleep. More than once I would wake up to the sounds of sex: moaning, bed springs squeaking, the sounds a man makes as he pushes himself in and out against a woman's legs, the intense breathing, and of course the awesome uncontrollable sounds made when someone reaches an orgasm, sounds they don't even realize they make. And usually these sounds would give me an incredible erection. An almost painful, throbbing, hard as a board erection. One that would last until morning, and leave me hornier than usual until I got a chance to masturbate often looking at some of the graphic pictures and reading the stories in the sex magazines we kept in our room. When I confessed to my roommate how much this turned me on he started leaving the hall light on when he brought a woman into the room. Often it was still too dim to see any more than outlines from across the room, but when you're horny and hearing all the moaning and thrashing around, outlines are more than enough to get and keep you horny.
Robert often joked that sooner or later he was going to find a lady he wouldn't be able satisfy and he'd have to send her across the room to me. I would just laugh about this, but secretly I fantasized about what I would do. In fact I often fantasized about Chrissie, a 24 year old blond, who stayed over with my roommate at least once a week. She was one of the prettiest women I had ever met, and had a great sense of humor. Unlike most of the women Robert brought to the room, Chrissie would often stay for a while in the morning. She was the only overnight guest Robert had who knew my name.
Chrissie was pretty friendly towards me, and I never mentioned how often she woke me up by screaming and moaning, and then kept me awake as she and Robert performed just about every sex act a man and woman can do together. She liked to have sex in a variety of positions and was pretty vocal about what she liked. In the mornings she would never seem embarrassed about what they had done, even though she must have realized that I could see almost all of it and hear the rest. But I just accepted this as the way life was: Robert had incredible sex often, and I got to masturbate while fantasizing about sex whenever he was out.
One afternoon as I returned from duty Robert was in the room watching TV, preparing to go out as he did most weekends.
"I'm going out with Chrissie tonight," he said, "you should come with us. She really likes hanging out with you, and I think she likes you a little."
"I've got to head down to the motor pool later tonight and run some maintenance reports, but I appreciate the offer." I said. "Besides, I hear the way she is in bed with you; don't for a minute expect me to believe that she'd rather have me."
"Ha," Robert laughed, "Do you have any idea how horny she gets when you watch us? She talks all the time about what a turn on it is to be watched. The first time I told her I left the light on so you could see better I thought she was gonna have sex with me in the car on the way here she got so worked up. "
"Well, if she's too much for you just send her bouncing across the room when you're finished with her," I said with a grin. "I'd be more than happy to help satisfy her."
"I'll mention that to her." Robert said laughing, as he headed for the shower.
I hung out and watched TV for a while, then headed for the mess hall to get something to eat. After that I took off for the motor pool and filed about a dozen maintenance reports, getting back to the barracks about 10:00 pm.
I took a shower, put on a pair of running shorts, and hit the bed. I watched TV for a while but was so tired that I turned it off after one show, and fell asleep.
I woke up about 11:30, and realized that I could hear whispering and giggling. As tired as I was I knew I was in for a treat: Robert and Chrissie had returned. As usual the hall light was on, and I could clearly see Chrissie on her hands and knees on Robert's bed as he knelt behind her.
I lay on my side with both eyes wide open. It was so dark I really doubted that either could tell I was flat out staring; besides they were pretty engrossed in what they were doing. I could hear Chrissie making an almost nonstop deep moaning sound; I could tell that Robert wasn't close enough to be inside her yet, so I figured he was using his fingers to stimulate her as she knelt there.
Suddenly I heard her hiss the word "Yessssssssss," as she spun around and pulled Robert on top of her. But before he could enter her in the missionary position she pushed his head down to her pussy; "I want you to make this last, I need this so bad." Chrissie moaned to him. By now my dick was hard enough to cut glass, and very uncomfortable in my tight running shorts. I wanted to take my shorts off so badly, but I was afraid that too much movement would spoil the mood across the room if they saw me. So I hiked the leg of the shorts up and released my throbbing member. I had been sleeping covered by only a sheet, but since I was on my side I had no worries that my arousal would be noticed.
I couldn't see what Robert was doing across the room, but from the sounds coming out of Chrissie's mouth it was pretty effective. One of my favorite things about Chrissie had always been that she would announce when she was going to cum. I guess since I couldn't see much I appreciated the fact that I could count on that to know what their progress was.
As her moaning got louder, I realized she was making much more noise than usual. She was also doing a lot of moving. Her back was almost constantly arched, but she was thrashing her head from side to side. Her hands were at her sides, and as I squinted for a better look I noticed her hands were clenched, holding fistfuls of the sheet she was laying on. By the time she announced that she was going to cum again, (this was the third orgasm I had counted!) I realized that I was too far turned on not to seek some relief. I decided that the best thing to do, would be to slide my shorts off, (I figured they wouldn't notice if I turned on the lights and burst into song), and use them to jerk off into. I slipped on my back, and as quickly, and quietly, as I could I pulled my shorts down my legs. I quickly rolled back to my side, being thankful that I was right handed, that meant I'd be able to stroke my cock while watching the show.
I had just wrapped my fist around my throbbing meat and was trying to focus my eyes on the other bed when I got an incredible surprise. Chrissie was looking right at me. She was still moaning constantly, at almost top volume but there was no mistaking it, she was looking right into my eyes. My first impulse was to be embarrassed, but my throbbing cock and the look on her pretty face changed that impulse into pure lust. I was almost glad she knew I was watching. I wanted her to realize how turned on she made me, what effect her sounds were having on my body. Without taking my eyes off of her I rolled onto my back. Even in the dim hall light she had to be able to see how tented my bed sheet was.
