Welcome to the Family
"Sgt Broxton"
"Yes, Chief?"
"I think you will like this, Top just gave it to me a few minutes ago."
Chief Bradley handed me a copy of transfer orders. It was for another Staff Sergeant that will be coming into our little shop. The name was Lynn Whitehead, the MOS was satcom repairman, and the last assignment was the ASA detachment in Berlin.
"I thought you would like this. You can get back to just doing the comsec gear."
I thought this was wonderful. I had been doing double duty here since the unit had organized last year.
"I am assigning you as the sponsor. Make sure he gets settled in as soon as possible. He should be up to speed on the equipment and we can get this backlog kicked out of here."
I am SSG Don Broxton. I joined the army in 1970 when my draft number came up 48. I am a communication security equipment repairman assigned to the electronic maintenance shop for the ASA detachment at Hunter Field in Savannah, Georgia. I had been here since June 1975 when the detachment was activated. Our shop consisted of CW4 Bradley, SP5 Kline, and myself. We had an open slot for a satellite communication equipment repairman, but the MOS was shorthanded, and Kline and I did double duty taking care of the satellite equipment.
Savannah is a beautiful city, although the climate is a little hot and humid for my tastes. Being from Michigan, I prefer a little cooler climate. Our shop, being an ex-Air Force calibration lab, was climate controlled, a fact which I gave thanks for every day.
The local community takes a little getting used to. Although they respect you for being in the military, they are still fighting the Civil war, and if you are a Yankee, you are an outsider. The local women either don't want anything to do with you or they want your money.
Two days later, I got SGT Whitehead's travel itinerary. He would be arriving by on the Silver Star two days hence. I thought that anyone who would travel by train in this day had to be a pretty neat person, maybe even another railfan.
The appointed day came, and I took off to the station. The scheduled time was for a 1030 arrival, but it usually was an hour to an hour and a half late. I didn't mind, as I could sit on the platform and do some serious train watching.
The train finally arrived, and three people got off. There was an older black couple and a young lady. I was a little disappointed, as I had made a trip for nothing and would have to repeat it tomorrow or the next day. I stepped into the john and then started back out to my truck.
"Excuse me, I am SGT Whitehead. Are you my transportation?"
I turned around, and the young lady was standing right behind me. I was a little surprised, as females in high tech jobs were a major rarity. Gathering my wits, I stuck out my hand and introduced myself. I looked her over. She was about my height (5' 9"), about 130 pounds, beautiful brown eyes, light brown hair, and everything in the right places.
She was wearing a nice pair of jeans and a western style blouse. I realized that she would be in civvies as there were still a lot of anti-military hippies that would cause any serviceman trouble if they were in uniform, especially in New York and DC.
She had one large suitcase and an overnight bag. "Is this all of your gear?"
"Yes, the rest is in hold baggage, which should be at transportation by now. I had a month leave."
I grabbed her bag and we went out to my truck. I threw the bags in the back, opened the door for her, helped her in, and I got in and we headed out for the base.
"Hungry?"
"Starving!"
"What do you like?"
"Anything"
How about a sub? There is a sub chain in town that makes the best subs anywhere."
"Sounds good."
We pulled into Baldino's, ordered our sandwiches, and sat down. We talked as we ate our lunch. She was my age, 24, and was from Indiana. She, too was an only child. Her father, like mine was a WWII vet. She was a whiz kid in high school, and decided to join the army to get a technical education. She, like me, had decided to make a career out of the army. We had just both reenlisted, so she would be here for a while.
Back to post, I took her to personnel, got her signed in and the keys to her quarters. She ended up in the same BEQ that I was in, just right down the hall. I took her to the shop and we did the intros. As it was the end of the day, I took her to her quarters and helped her in with her bags.
"Be ready 0645, as morning formation is at 0700. We have a big day ahead of us to get you all processed in."
After formation, we drove to FT Stewart for finance and personnel, then back to the orderly room to get issued company gear, gas mask and weapon. We finished up early, so we went to the shop and we got her bench and tools assigned.
We still had to get her field gear issued. The Rangers had just come back from Panama, so they would be down to CIF for equipment turn-in. I called CIF and they told me to be down there about 1500 as they should be done with the Rangers by then. We got there right at 1500, but there was still a long line of troops getting their stuff exchanged. Finally just before the civilian quitting time, they agreed to issue Sgt Whitehead her gear. It took a while to get it all sorted and packed up. I knew we would not make the mess hall back at Hunter. As we were driving back, I asked her if she would like to have dinner with me.
"We are in fatigues. Won't they say anything?"
"No. I know a little place on Ogeechee road that is run by an Air Force retiree. He takes real good care of us, The locals who go there are OK."
"Sounds great."
"Good food, doesn't water the drinks, and he usually has a country band playing."
We got there about the same time the band did. We ordered his catfish special and waited as the band tuned up. The band was not particularly good, but they were probably happy that there were not a lot of drunks to throw things at them. They serenaded us as we ate our meal. As we finished up, they started on a slow set.
"Do you dance?"
I stood and held out my hand to her. We strolled out to the dance floor and folded into each other's arms. This was the first time I noticed her fragrance. Although she wore no cologne and had been sweating some during the day, she was intoxicating. I felt my dick harden in my pants as she pressed her breasts to me. We danced several more slow numbers, and as she held me tight, I knew she felt my hardness.
The band picked up the tempo as several people came in. I figured it was time to go back to our quarters.
"Shall we head home? We still have to get all of your gear stowed."
"Sure"
We went back to the BEQ and we toted all of her field into her room.
"Do you have time for a nightcap? I have a special bottle of cognac that I have been saving for a real special occasion."
"Sure, lets."
We went into my room, and she sat on my cot. I dug out a couple of glasses and poured each of us a generous shot.
"MMMM this is good! What is it and where did you get this?"
"This is 30 year old cognac that I have had for a while. There is a long story behind it, if you know what I mean."
I took her glass, and put them in the sink. I sat down beside her and turned to kiss her. She turned to me, our lips meeting in an open mouthed kiss. As we kissed, we lay back on the bed in a tight embrace. I put my arms around her and stroked her back and butt. She clasped tighter to me as we continued the kiss. I knew she felt my now-raging hardon. I gripped her butt as she ground into me.
We broke the kiss and lay back. I let my arm slide from around her until I was cupping her breast. She started to rub my chest and letting her fingers slide under the buttons on my shirt. I did the same, unbuttoning her shirt and sliding my hand inside.
She backed off and said "Let's get comfortable."
She stood up, removed her fatigue shirt, boots, and pants in short order. I sat there staring until she said, "C'mon, I am not the only one in on this!"
She was down to her bra and panties in an instant, and I almost ripped my uniform off to match her. I just had my skivvies on, but they did nothing to hide my excitement. I put my arms around her, unclasping her bra, and kissed her. She pulled me tight to her pussy and ground against me. We separated and she let her bra fall to the floor. I looked down at a perfect set of B cup breasts, and to my surprise, there were completely tanned.
"No tan lines??"
There were plenty of FKK beaches in Berlin and I frequented most of them."
"Welcome to the sticks. I know a couple places around here, but nothing official like that. When I was over there, I frequented quite a few also."
"We will have to make do."
By this time, our underwear was long gone and I was marvelling at her equally tanned butt. I reached down and cupped her checks, one in each hand. I bent down and sucked one of her hard nipples into my mouth. She stiffened from the sensation and clasped me tighter to her. My dick brushed her leg, leaving a trail of wetness.
"We need to take care of that."
With that, she broke the embrace, dropped to her knees, grabbed my dick in her fist, and sucked the head into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around my dickhead, and before I could say anything, I had a massive orgasm. She kept sucking my until I was completely drained.
"Now we can take our time." as she stood and kissed me deeply. I returned the kiss, tasting my cum on her tongue.
I went back to sucking on her nipple as I reached my hand down and started playing with her pussy. She was very wet, and her clit was hard and protruding. I took my hand to my mouth, sucking the juices off of my fingers.
I laid her on my cot, spreading her legs. I got my first look at her pussy. She had small well defined lips with a clit that was hard and protruded from them. There was a halo of fine brown hair around her lips and covering her mound that was the same colour as the hair on her head. I figured her pubic hair had gotten sun-bleached as she lay out at the nude beaches. I gently kissed her lips, lapping up her copious lubrication. I eased one, then two fingers into her pussy as I started to nibble on her lips. She grabbed my head, pulling it in tighter to her. I eased one finger out of her and started playing with her anus.
"Stick it in my ass!! I love it when someone does that!"
I slipped my middle finger into her anus, keeping my index finger in her pussy. She started to buck against my face as I gently sucked on her clit. All of a sudden, she grabbed my head and pulled it tight to her pussy. She stiffened and I felt a gush of liquid against my face. I was surprised, but I knew some women squirted on orgasm. I lapped up her juices from her pussy and thighs, savoring the delightful taste.
"Oh MY God!! I haven't came like that in a while!!"
I lay next to her on my narrow cot, kissing and hugging her. She reached down and grabbed my dick, which was again hard as a rock.
"Are you ready?"
She grabbed my arm, rolled me off the cot, had me lay on my back the floor. She straddled me, grabbing my dick and guiding it into her pussy. As soon as I was fully into her, she began to buck. I reached up and pinched both of her nipples. She had a look of absolute bliss, which excited me even more as I love to watch my partner's face as we make love.
Very shortly, she started to stiffen. Her pussy muscles clamped on me, causing me to come again.
She finally relaxed, rolling off of me. We lay there holding each other in the afterglow, not saying anything. I felt I had just won the Irish Sweepstakes. I couldn't believe this. She was beautiful. She was smart. She was a nudist. She loved to fuck. She lived right next door. And she wasn't going anywhere for a while. What more could a guy ask for?
We got up and got back in our uniforms, omitting our underwear. I stuck my head to the door, listening for anyone wandering about. Hearing nothing, I peeked out the door. Seeing nothing, I escorted her back to her room. I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply.
"Lynn, you are something special."
"You are, too, Don."
"Tomorrow you start duty for real. Be ready at 0600 and I will take you to the messhall and formation."
Lynn settled in quickly and became an integral part of the shop. Her expertise got the backlog of equipment turned very quickly. Chief Bradley and SP5 Kline warmed up to her quickly. Chief was extremely happy as she was an expert pinochle player and she filled out our team so we didn't have to go over to the 724th when we wanted to play.
After a few months, we became an item. We never thought of marriage. I think we liked the status quo. One day, I overheard one of the female officers asking her when we would be married. She got a "deer in the headlights" look and quickly changed the subject.
As for me, I felt like a 16 year old kid whose father had just handed him the keys to a brand new Corvette. I felt on top of the world. But this jar of ointment had a giant fly in it. I had another lover. Even if there would be no more sex, the relationship would continue until one of us died. Would she accept it? Would she be angry and never want to see me again? If this happenned, would this disrupt the shop? Would it be so bad as to endanger our security clearances or worse? I dared not think about these things but just enjoyed what I had right now. I thought I would keep everything secret until one of us rotated out and then it would be academic. I hated the thought of losing her one day, but I had to accept this as the best course of action