I stood in formation in the hot, stuffy gymnasium: at ease, but hard ashell. The third local official of the day was basically reiterating everything the previous two had said: how proud everyone was of us, that we’d done good work, etcetera, etcetera. I knew I shouldn’t feel so fucking ready to get the fuck out of there, but I’d just spent the last thirteen months, seven weeks and four days, thousands and thousands of miles away from the woman of my dreams. We’d only been married seven months when word came down that my guard unit was going over to add its support to the effort. Now, finally, that term was up, and while getting the royal treatment from the elected mucky-mucks was great, the royal treatment I wanted was from the brunette in the fifth row, just off to my left. I was pretty sure a few of the other guys were in a similar state as me,because one of the topics of conversation while we were over there was how much we missed our wives, girlfriends, women-in-general… Sure, there were women over there, both on our side and locals, but it didn’t seem a good idea to try to make moves on any of them. For one, I was already married to a woman I was head-over-heels for, and mixing it up with *anyone* over there was just asking for any of a million-and-one brands of major shit, and a starring spot on the evening news. The sexual tension in the room was almost thick enough to see, and therewas the distinct incense of aroused pussy wafting heavy in the air. Apparently those of us being honored weren’t the only ones who’d been saving up. Finally, the last speaker had spoken his last, and the CO barked,”Dismissed!” Pandemonium erupted. I can’t imagine how it was for the guys in WWII, being gone from lovedones for so long. Today’s technology made it much easier to get word back and forth, but it still seemed like fucking forever. Families surged out of the stands to meet their loved ones, and soldiersswarmed toward the stands to meet them. I had tunnel vision, and the light at the end of it had shiny dark hairand matching eyes, and wore a short denim skirt and a white T-shirt. I met her at the base of the bleachers, and she jumped from the secondrow into my arms. Her legs wrapped around my waist and we kissed like it was the last thing we’d ever do. All time stopped, all outside sound went away. There was nothing for me but the feel of this woman’s body clutching mine, the only sound the frantic noise of our breathing. When we finally came up for air, Lynne panted, “Fuck me. Right here. I don’t care.” My hard-on bumped up against her ass from inside my trousers inresponse, and I felt a ripple of even more intense arousal course through my body. Without putting Lynne down, I walked with her still wrapped around me out of the gym, looking for a convenient place to reacquaint ourselves. The first door I came to was for the boys’ locker room. I pushed the door open with my foot and went in. Row upon row of lockers stretched out before me. Hoping for at least alittle privacy, I carried Lynne back to the toilet stalls. There was already a couple in one of them, doing just what we were preparing to do. I could see the top of a blond head over the partition, bouncing to the enthusiasm of the fucking going on. I carried Lynne into the stall next to the couple and pushed her againstthe wall next to our neighbors, putting the women back to back. I then hiked up her skirt, pulled aside the gusset of her panties and rammed myself home. Almost immediately, we were both panting, grunting and moaning. My buddyon the other side of the partition and I synched up our thrusts so we didn’t push the fucking wall over. Subsequently, our ladies’ heads… Read the rest of Welcome Home
Author: Susurrus
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