This post is a further addendum to my “Ramblings of an Old Man” series, which is my multipart ‘life story’. For more about the backstory behind this tale, see ‘Ramblings of an Old Man,’ Part 09 – Lumpy Jumper and Afterthoughts 01. I am not 100% certain of the chronology in relation to those other parts (it was nearly 50-years ago guys!), but it is all part of the same relationship, so exact dates matter little.
Ramblings of an Old Man – Afterthoughts 02
Hopefully, you have already read the backstory of how Julie and I got together. But just in case you are coming in ‘blind’ here is a very quick summary. And as you read, bear in mind the timespan since this happened, so taking a few liberties with details is to be expected; but the core events and locations are genuine.
Julie and I first met, when we were both attending our initial year of training, at a UK military engineering college. That was a brief, platonic encounter though. We did not however ‘hook up’ fully unit some 18-months later, when we were both deployed to the same signals' intelligence unit, on the Mediterranean island of Cyprus, where we became shift partners. Within days of Julie’s arrival (I had been there some time already), we had ‘done the deed,’ which rapidly developed into an intense sexual and romantic relationship.
Julie, a stunning twenty-something blonde bombshell, with an athletic body I could only previously have imagined in my dreams, was an extremely physical person. In short, she absolutely adored sex. She loved giving and receiving pleasure in equal measure. I, of course, milked that desire for all it was worth, on every opportunity; to our mutual satisfaction I should add.
The trouble was, as I have outlined in the earlier chapters of my tale, being single ‘servicemen,’ we were housed in shared rooms, in separate, single sex barrack blocks (no mixed accommodations back in the 1970s). Those ‘opportunities’ were not always easy to engineer. Oh, we had a few venues we could ‘sneak off to’ for quality sleepovers. Provided nobody else got there before us. In which case we would have to find a dark corner, for a quick knee trembler; fine for sating our immediate needs, but not exactly the deep passionate sex we both enjoyed so much.
So, this tale really starts early in early 1977 (or thereabouts). On the day in question, our watch was on a day shift (we worked a cycle of three days (0800-2000), three nights (2000-0800), then three days off.) I do not recall exactly what we were doing, when the watch sergeant sought us out and told Julie that the ‘OC Women’ wanted to see her, in the female admin office, ASAP. (Although they worked alongside us blokes, in those days females were actually members of their own separate military formations (WRNS/WRAC/WRAF), so had dual chains of command).
A summons to an officer’s desk is always a worrying thing. It makes you wonder which of your, usually many, indiscretions had been discovered. It was with some apprehension therefore that, after checking her appearance (hair, makeup, dress, etc.) was in order, Julie set off for her Girl Boss’s office. We all awaited her return, expectantly, trying to guess what she had done wrong. Me, I was mostly worried some of our sexual antics were the reason for her being ‘carpeted.’ It was a great relief to me then, when some 30-40 minutes later, Julie came bouncing back into our section, grinning from ear to ear. What happened then, we all wanted to know?
Julie explained. It had been a ‘good’ meeting. She had even been offered and accepted coffee and bickies (unheard of in the male world!) Girl Boss had just wanted a general catch up and informal performance review. It was all positive. In fact, Julie had been offered a new secondary duty. Accommodation blocks, male and female, have their own hierarchy. Generally, each block would have an officer and a SNCO in charge. Below them there would be several Juniors, overseeing an individual wing, floor or set of rooms, depending on the size. The juniors were responsible for the day to day running of their area (ensuring cleanliness and tidiness, dealing with damages and defects, ordering supplies, etc.). It was extra work, for no extra money; but as a reward, it came with a single room. One such junior was shortly going home to UK, and Julie was offered the role. She jumped at the chance; she currently shared a four-bed room with three other girls, so was willing to take on the extra duties, for a space of her own. Thus, it was that, just a few weeks later, I found myself alone with Julie, in her own single room.
Now let us be clear here. It was STRICTLY FORBIDDEN, for males to enter the female accommodation. In fact, the block was located within a fenced compound, which marked the boundary of the exclusion zone. Prohibition or not, everyone knew the rule was flouted. There were occasional purges and random spot checks by the Girl Boss and her lackeys, which would result in some poor guy spending a week or so on punishment fatigues, or in the cells. But mostly, so long as a little stealth and discretion was used, the rules were ignored. We were, after all, consenting (and horny) young adults.
That first time Julie and I decided to throw caution to the wind, it was totally unplanned. As I recall all these years later, we were on an ‘off day.’ We had spent the afternoon at the pool. Julie, a competitive swimmer, pounding up and down its length, training hard for her next meet. Me, playing about in the water, ogling her voluptuous form every time her Lycra clad body passed me by, praying that that evening, one of our shagging places would be open to us. Later, after our tea meal, we hit the base cinema (I distinctly remember the film was ‘Tommy’ for some reason), Before finishing the evening having a few whets at our unit social club. When time was called, we shunned the ‘lock in’ that was a frequent feature there and headed back to the accommodation area.
When we reached the gate to the women’s compound, Julie pulled me straight in. This was not entirely unexpected. I assumed we were heading for the Twynam hut, one of our more regular fuck zones (see part 9 for more information). Instead, though, Julie led me through the undergrowth, towards the main accommodation block. She halted us, whilst we still in the shadows, pulled me into an embrace, kissed me hard on the mouth, and firmly ground herself against me. My arousal was immediate. Feeling me stiffen, she broke off the kiss and gasped something like, “Good, I have your full attention. Do you want to see my new room?”
It took me a few seconds to realise that Julie was inviting me into the main women’s block. I must have hesitated a bit too long for her liking because she got quite shitty with me, “It’s either that or go back, alone, to your own block and wank by yourself, again!” she sharply told me. (When in bed together, we often told each other about our solo masturbation, so she knew full well I did, as did she; and we would do it for each other to watch at times too!).
That bought me out of the stupor her invite had induced in me. I told her I would love to go to her room. But I first wanted to be absolutely certain that was what she wanted. We talked it through. We both knew the risks and the consequences. Were we both willing to accept those though. It was an easy decision in the end. Yes, we were. That resolved we headed for the entrance door. Julie left me, anxiously waiting, while she did a quick recce. Returning father a few minutes, she declared the coast was clear and led me quickly up the stairs to the first floor, where her room was located.
Those single rooms were by no means large. Room for a bed (single of course), bedside locker, wardrobe, and a small table and two chairs. Julie had not been resident there for long, but had already made herself at home, and the room ‘girly.’ The main light was off, but the over bed lamp was fitted with a low wattage, coloured bulb, which cast a soft orange hue around the room. The walls were adorned with a couple of large tapestry rugs, which broke up the bland, magnolia painted plaster, that is ubiquitous in military accommodation. Under the table, a mini fridge purred softly, and the ceiling fan spun slowly, causing a downdraft that gently rustled Julie’s swimming medals, that hung from the edge of a wall mounted shelf, on which sat her stereo.
“Make yourself at home.” Said Julie, gesturing me towards one of the chairs, as she slipped a Moody Blues cassette tape into the stereo, to provide low background music. Then from the fridge, produced bottles of Anglias Brandy and Coke to make us both a welcome stiff drink. Handing me my glass, she then curled herself onto my lap, draping one arm round my neck, as she sipped her brandy-coke.
Dressed as she was, in a light cotton dress, I could at once feel the heat of her body against me, reigniting my arousal. Feeling me harden beneath her, Julie chugged her drink, then took my glass from my hand and placed it on the table next to hers. Then, enveloping me fully in her arms, clamped her mouth on mine.
Julie kissed me with vigour. It was so intense that without my really noticing it as a separate act, she soon had my T-shirt, and her dress and bra off. I have described Julie’s tits several time previously but will never tire of doing so. The single word is “sensational.” They were a solid C-cup, but without a hint of sag, her training regime kept her whole body hard and firm, but not too muscular. Her small pink nipples were, as the dying goes, ‘hard enough to cut diamonds.’ I could vouch for that right then, as they were boring into my bare chest.
As we kissed, Julie ground her knicker clad fanny on my groin. Within minutes, both her underwear and my shorts were soaked through with her excitement. I knew by now that this coupling would, like our very first time, be fast and furious. There would be no finesse, very little foreplay; “just wham bam, thank you man!” I say man, not Maam, as when she was in this mood, Julie would use me shamelessly to ensure her own needs were satisfied; and I was 100% okay with that, knowing full well she would reciprocate!
Fortunately, Julie’s vocals told me she was, for some reason way ahead of me, so I was confident I could hold of long enough. I fact I thought for a moment that she was going to bring herself of just through her dry humping. Suddenly though, she climbed off my lap, moved to the bed, pulling me with her. After losing her pants, she lay back across the narrow bed. Smirking at me, she gave the ‘come higher’ signal with her finger.
I quickly dropped my, damp, shorts, and Y-fronts, to match her nakedness. As I moved closer, Julie’s wasted no time in grasping my straining cock firmly in her hand, then guided it to her entrance. I had been right. There was to be no preliminaries. So, I accepted my fate, and slid slowly into her tight, wet, waiting interior, which seemed to suck me in to the hilt.
To this day, I do not know exactly what had Julie so on fire that night; if I did, I would certainly bottle it make my millions. No sooner was I fully inside her, she wrapped her legs around me and started to gyrate her pelvis, working the base of my cock against her clitoris. All I could do was lean forward, palms on the wall behind her, and let her have her way. When the planets aligned properly, Julie could orgasm at the drop of a hat. Astronomy was definitely on her side that night. Her pelvic motion was doing the job for her, whilst the lack of hard thrusting allowed me to stay at a low simmer.
Julie peaked, screamed, and started to buck, uncontrollably beneath me. I held on for dear life, as she rode her orgasm for 20, 30 seconds, or more. Eyes screwed tight shut. Gasping for air through clenched teeth. Nails digging painfully into my flanks. Then it was over. Julie went limp, apart from her face which broke into a beaming smile, as she silently mouthed “Thank you” to me, as I gently withdrew, and flopped beside her on the bed.
As we lay, recovering, I think we both dozed off. At least, I did, even though I had not actually had to expend that much energy to that point. I started awake a short time later, to the sight and feel of Julie’s hot, wet mouth wrapped around my straining penis. Again, as I have said before, she was the absolute queen of the blow job. She knew exactly how to use her lips, tongue and teeth to bring me to brink, keep me teetering there, then draw me back down, nearly to the point of going soft again. She could keep this going for ages, driving me insane with pleasure. That night's performance was award winning.
After several cycles, Julie finally relented and the next time I was on the rise, she spat me out, threw her leg over me cowgirl style, and sank effortlessly down onto me. My cock penetrating her silky depths, balls deep once more. This time was going to be mostly for me, but Julie obviously intended to make it last as long as possible for her own benefit too.
Leaning forward slightly, placing her hands on my chest, she started slow, rhythmic rise and fall motion. Her strong vaginal muscles gripping me like a fist, milking my cock. I was able to reach up and caress her wonderful breasts. Rolling, pinching, and pulling her nipples, just ask she loved; her rewarding me with little moans and squeaks of pleasure. Matching her rhythm, I started to thrust back in time with Julie, ensuring the entire, albeit not huge, length of my dick was moving inside her.
Gradually, we increased our pace, our bodies crashing together, with an audible slapping sound as they met on each stroke. I was almost there, when Julie suddenly exclaimed “Oh god. I am so close again Titus. Cum with me this time please. Cum with me.”
There was no danger of that not happening, though I freely admit to really struggling to hold it back now. I only just managed, and was so, so grateful when, a dozen or strokes later Julie signalled her climax with a low wolverine howl, and the rapid and repeated contractions of her sex on mine. That was it. It felt like the world was erupting from my cock, as spurt after spurt of my emissions was hurled from me, into Julie’s willing pussy. With each spurt I thrust up hard and deep into her. Prolonging both our orgasms as long as possible, until it became almost painful to continue.
Spent, as much as I was, Julie flopped forward onto me, her firm, hard tipped breasts crushed against me; the perfect finale to the act for me. I really loved to feel that full body contact, whilst still lodged deeply inside her. We lay there, in each other’s arms, for some time. Occasionally peppering the others face and lips with light kisses, and whispering sweet nothings, and filthy remarks. I finally softened and slipped out, causing a rush of fluids to soak both our nether regions in a sticky mess. Leaping to her feet, Julie grabbed a towel and roughly wiped us both clean. Her next remarks really made me laugh.
“Well, I think you chose wisely Titus. That was much better than going back to your own block, for a wank, wasn’t it, eh?” Oh, hell yes, it was.
We sat around, still naked, enjoying the afterglow, and another brandy-coke, for about half an hour or so. I was silently wondering what happened next when Julie made the decision for us. She announced that she needed a shower before finally turning in, and that I really should go. Sadly, she was correct. There was no way we could risk sharing that shower, much as I wanted to. Also, it would have been impossible for me to stay until morning and get out of there unobserved. I had to sneak out while the rest of the occupants slept; though with the noise we made as we fucked, I wondered if any still did. Reluctantly I dressed and, towel around her, Julie lead me back to the stairs. After a final goodnight kiss, she headed to the showers, leaving me to exit alone, to return to my own block and shower alone.
I fully believed I’d made it undiscovered, in and out of ‘girl country’ that night. Later though, blushing crimson as she told me, Julie said that had not been the case. She had been told by her neighbour girls that as we had provided the evenings entertainment that night, everyone was fine with it; and when would the next performance be?
There were indeed repeat performances. Even though my presence there at times had become common knowledge (and of course, we were not the only couple that took advantage of ‘single room privileges’), we still had to exercise a large degree of discretion, so as not to alert the hierarchy. One time though, our liaison became a little bit more ‘public’ than intended.
I do not remember the exact sequence of events that led up to this. Suffice to say, one balmy summer evening we ended up, as we often did, naked and horny in Julie’s room. Not withstanding our state of undress and the best efforts of the ceiling fan, at maximum speed, the heat in there was stifling. Now, one of the features of those single rooms I had yet to mention. They had a back door that led to a small private balcony, overlooking the compound garden, and the main road beyond. I say private. The balcony was shared with the adjoining bunk.
We had gone round one earlier. Playing catch up after a period of enforced celibacy, due to my temporarily changing shifts to provide holiday cover, keeping us on opposite days-nights for a few weeks. As always after a dry spell, it had been frantic, hard, and sweaty. As we sat there, sipping a drink and chewing the fat, Julie suddenly Exclaimed, “Oh it’s so fucking hot in here,” got up and threw open the balcony door and stepped out into the, barely, cooler night air.
The outer side of the balcony was protected by a low wall, about four feet high, above which it was fully open to the outside world. With this, and the fact that we were on the first floor (UK parlance, second storey to others) meant Julie’s nudity would be mostly hidden from ground level if she did not stand too close to the wall. Emphasis on IF!
After she had been out there for five or so minutes, Julie called back to me, “Come out here Titus, it’s lovely, much cooler.” I went to her, but being a bit more conservative than her, I first grabbed a towel from the rail and wrapped it around my waist. When outside, I saw Julie, arms folded, leaning on the parapet, with her tits resting on her arms, nominally on clear view to the public. It was dark outside though, so a voyeur would have to be pretty determined to get an unobstructed view.
Glancing over her shoulder, seeing me in the towel, Julie rolled her eyes at me and scoffed, “Prude. Drop that towel and get over here.” I hesitated too long, earning me another sharp rebuke. I finally did as ‘ordered.’ Sliding up behind her, I draped my arms over her shoulders and around her chest, hugging her close to me. After a few moments, of my just standing there, Julie started to wriggle her naked bum against my naked groin, starting to induce a rise in me.
I did not react. I must have had my brain disengaged that night, because I still was not cottoning on to what Julie wanted, despite my growing erection. Julie sighed loudly, “Titus, for fuck's sake do me again please. Do me now. Do me here!!”
Well, that left no room for misunderstanding. But this was quite a shocker to me. Julie was never backward at coming forward. This, however, was a complete departure from her normal insistence that we had as much privacy as possible for our unions. I asked if she was sure that was what she wanted. Her answer was to lean further forward, raise her arse higher, and widen her stance, opening herself up to me. I was still a bit unsure if this was a clever idea but knew that I really had no say in the matter now.
I started the ball rolling, kissing and nibbling Julie’s neck, then worked my way down her back, until I was kneeling, my face on a level with her butt. Reaching between her spread thighs, I gently stroked her vulva. As usual, she was by now wet and ready for me, so I used my fingers to part her outer lips and find her clitoris. A few minutes of this, had Julie groaning with pleasure and ‘begging’ for more.
Her womanly aroma was by then assaulting my olfactory sense, and any lingering doubts as to whether we should continue had all but evaporated. I just had to bring other senses into the game, namely taste. Withdrawing my fingers for a moment, I repositioned them, and by reached round the front of Julie, before resuming the clitoral stimulation. Then, lowering my self further, managed to insert my tongue between her labia, to lick up and down her cleft. At first, I tongued just at her entrance, teasing. Then after a few minutes, plunged as deep as possible into her pouting opening. It was not easy get good access from behind in my, nearly prone position, but it was obviously having the desired effect, as Julie started to chant her appreciation loudly, in time with my lapping.
Soon, I could sense Julie’s orgasm was imminent and decided I needed to be in on the act too. I warned Julie what I was about to do and when a loud “Oh, fuck yes!” confirmed it was okay, I quickly stood and offered my cock toward her opening, for her to guide fully home into her silky sleeve with her hand. I intended to be quite brutal in my thrusting, and kicked Julie’s feet further apart, giving me greater penetration as I pounded her from behind.
I do not know what it was that made me look round, a noise behind me perhaps. But when I did, my blood ran cold for a moment. There, in the open doorway of the bunk that shared the balcony, watching us perform stood Julie’s neighbour (a WRAC corporal.) I froze, whispered in Julie’s ear that we had an audience. She turned to see what I meant, then simply said “So? Don’t stop, fuck me harder,” and at once started rocking back against me again, to resume the motion.
It was difficult for me to get back into it at first, but to be perfectly honest, we were both far too invested in the ‘happiest of endings,’ so by then, all thoughts of little miss looky loo quickly disappeared. Once we got the rhythm re-established it did not take us much longer. As Julie started to cum, her vaginal contractions, as usual, tipped me over the edge and I shot my remaining load inside her, in blessed release, as she convulsed through her own climax. Her now, arms outstretched on the wall to keep her balance. Me collapsed across her back, crushing her breasts into the cold, hard, stone parapet.
We stayed like that for a while catching our breath, until Julie shrugged me away, grunting “Get off, you are squashing my tits.” I complied at once. God forbid I damage ‘the girls,’ I loved them too much for that. As we found our feet again, we both tuned towards the neighbour's doorway. But it was closed, and no one was in sight. I was quite relieved at that. I am sure I looked a sight, stood there with a rapidly drooping, sticky dick. Julie, as always, looked fucking amazing naked. A sight I never tired of seeing.
Now that our lust was satisfied, I started to get worried about the implications of what had just happened. It was one thing it being known that we regularly fucked in Julie’s room, in blatant defiance of the rules. It was another that we had been seen doing it, in the open like that, and carried on regardless when caught red handed. Would the corporal act against us? I voiced my concerns to Julie. We had no idea how long the ‘voyeur’ had been there, watching us or how much of the action she had witnessed (I suspected it was since Julie first started getting noisy as I finger fucked her, so it had probably been quite a show.) Remarkably though, Julie did not show any concern at all. She said she would talk to her neighbour in the morning, and square things away.
Julie would never tell me exactly how that conversation went, simply saying, “Despite what they say, it’s not who you know, it’s what you know that matters." I assumed she meant she had some ‘dirt’ on the other girl too, and they had reached a mutual pact of silence, but she would just not elaborate. Nothing more was ever said openly about the balcony incident, and we never did it again. But for a few days afterwards, I did detect a few smirks, sniggers and pointed fingers, aimed at Julie and me.