1 The days of my youth [pt 1] - Sex Stories

1 The days of my youth [pt 1]

... world or the start of World War 3 or would not have stopped me from returning that following weekend. So: I could hardly believe my luck, I had had a grandstand view of a sexual happening, had three climaxes, a night out of barracks, a home cooked breakfast and been paid a little for doing it to boot! Lucky old me was listed for a guard duty on the Monday at a sub unit so I was out of camp all day and night, so pretty tired and slept on the Tuesday thus the first days of the week passed easily. Pete had a word on the Tuesday afternoon and asked if I would be available on the Saturday as last week, as he needed to book a pass, needless to say I didn’t need to check my dairy, though I didn’t want to seem too eager but I suspect me drooling and my tongue hanging out rather gave the game away. Another pass was asked for and granted, so the rest of the week dragged past oh so very slowly, my mind running riot as you would expect and my wrist becoming exhausted. Again the taxi met me this time at 6pm and dropped me outside the private hiring that passed as a home (for those that don’t know, that`s a private local house hired by the army to cover shortfalls in the available married quarters) I was greeted by the two boys and Casper the huge Newfoundland who bounced up to me like a long lost friend. I disentangled myself and the boys dragged me into the house, shouting that “Eddy was here” at the top of their voices. Judy met me with a smile telling me that Pete was in the bath, but ...

... to “sling my bag in the corner” and “did I eat salad as we are having a pick-nick out back?” This was a relief to me as I had expected meeting Judy would have been a bit awkward, in view of the things that had happened the weekend before, but the lady had no apparent difficulties and acted as if nothing untoward had happened. The whole f****y had tea on the little lawn at the back of the house, it being a dry warm evening, the lads played happily with the dog till it was nearly dark, the three of us meanwhile chatting, over a beer or two, about every-thing under the sun, bar sex! Judy called time for the boy`s bed and after only a short argument, the boys reluctantly went indoors and away to their rooms upstairs in what we would refer to as an attic in the UK but here it was a dormer! Pete and Judy left then, “popping out locally” to a friend`s house” for “an hour”. I listened to the radio, and then got into my sofa bed; Caspar flopped onto my feet in a huge heavy immoveable lump and I lay feeling somewhat confused, after last week`s show of affection as I left, I had hoped for more this weekend but so far nothing had happened, though I made the excuse to myself the night was still young. I fitfully dozed till about 1 am when the now tipsy pair staggered in, blundered about for a few minutes then to my intense disappointment, went off to their bed taking the dog, all then went quiet and more frustrated than ever, I tried to sl**p. Come the dawn and I was awake, I made a brew ...