Authors: Lucy Felthouse
Published by Xcite BooksLtd â 2011
Copyright Â© Lucy Felthouse 2011
Fantasy Assignmentalso appeared in Seriously Sexy 3
The Lucky Manalso appeared in Ultimate Curves
Posh Boyalso appeared in Temptations Vol 2
E620 alsoappeared in Sex, Love and Valentines
Beach Babe alsoappeared in Red Hot Reads 2
The right of Lucy Felthouseto be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by herin accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
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The storiescontained within this book is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author's imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Winner of Jade Erotic Awards:
Erotic Fiction Publisher 2010
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I couldn't believe my luck when I heard what my next editorial assignment was. In fact I discreetly pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming.
My editor wanted me to write an article on Single Living Accommodation in the Army. The ARMY. “Big deal” I hear you thinking. Perhaps I'd better explain. I have a real thing about men in uniform, I always have had. Stick me in front of a hot guy in uniform and I'm putty in his hands. So you see I was rather excited at the prospect of being around all these sexy men.
And even better, I was going to be paid for it. Talk about perks of the job!
The article was planned into an upcoming edition of the glossy women's magazine I work for. The âcareers special' was designed to give the readers an insight into different industries and jobs within them.
I only had a few days to prepare for my assignment, so I did my homework and made lots of notes. I always like to be well prepared, to avoid the chance of messing something up and getting a bollocking from the editor.
Soon enough, the day arrived and I dragged myself out of bed at 6am, a chore in itself as I'm not a morning person, got my things together and got a taxi to the train station. I had strict instructions on where I had to change trains, where I should go and who I should look for when arriving at my destination. Corporal Matt Stokes would be there waiting for me. Given he'd be wearing uniform, I wasn't too worried about recognising him.
When I boarded the first train and got settled into my seat, I grabbed my bag and pulled out a magazine. After reading the same page three times and realising I still had no idea what it was about, I gave up. I allowed my mind to wander. Would Corporal Stokes be attractive? Would he be tall and slim; small and well-built? Aloof, cheeky; who knew? All I knew for sure was that there was a good chance I'd think he was sexy simply because of what he was wearing. In my opinion, the uniform screams masculinity and sex. It hides what is beneath, leaving that to your imagination, but gives the impression of the wearer being rough and ready â just how I like my men.
After a speedy change of trains, I relaxed and let my thoughts wander for some time, until I heard the announcement that my station was the next one. I got myself ready, checked I had all my stuff together and perched on the edge of my seat. I was also aware that my daydreams had left me feeling more than a little horny, and as a consequence, my underwear was damp. I smiled to myself. I hadn't even set eyes on a squaddie yet and my mind was in the gutter. Heaven knows what I'd be like when I was surrounded by hard male bodies, and the smell of sweat and spunk.
Perhaps I would become immune to the charm of the uniform after seeing it constantly for a couple of days? Only time would tell. Five minutes to be precise; which was the time it took for the train to pull in at the platform and for me to get off and look around for my lift. As I'd expected, he wasn't difficult to spot. As soon as I laid eyes on the six foot plus frame of Corporal Stokes, I knew I would never get bored of that uniform as long as I lived. Especially on him.
Towering over most of the people milling around, he stood against the wall, out of the way of the crowds. From where I stood I could see he had dark hair and eyes, and that was about it. I scraped a hand briefly through my hair and headed over to him.
He caught my eye as I approached.
Ma'am? What the fuck? Did he think I was royalty or something? Hell, who cared, it was damn kinky and this man could call me anything he wanted, whenever he felt like it. He was the most divine creature I'd ever laid eyes on. Your classic tall, dark and handsome sex god.
“I'm Charlene Collins. Good to meet you.”
I stuck out my hand and he shook it, and then offered to take my bags. I let him. After all, he had the muscle for it, and I thought it was a damn good excuse to check out his arse as he bent to pick them up. It was definitely worth it. His combat trousers went taut and I had a good look at what I suspected was a nice firm backside. I quickly averted my eyes as he stood, then followed his lead as we left the station.
Parked outside was a dark green 4x4. What was I expecting, a limo? Trouble is, I had no idea how I was going to get in the damn thing, given I was wearing a tight pencil skirt with slits up the side and stiletto heels. Bollocks.
Corporal Stokes strode over to the vehicle, unlocked it and put my bags in the back. He was just about to open his door and hop in when he noticed me dithering on the passenger side. A slight frown on his face, he walked around to me. Then he appeared to really notice me for the first time. His eyes travelled from my beautiful but completely impractical shoes, to my tight knee-length skirt, and finally to my trendy white blouse, buttoned to reveal just a hint of cleavage. I saw the comprehension dawn on his face, followed by that slight frown again. In an instant, it was gone.
“Ma'am,” he said, his eyes glinting with amusement, “let me help you. I'm going to have to lift you onto the seat. Watch your head.”
He proceeded to steer me so I was facing him, my back to the truck. Then his hands were on my hips and lifting me as though I was weightless until my backside was resting on the seat. I could then easily swivel myself around to sit properly without displaying my underwear to the world. But I didn't. I remained frozen in place for a couple of seconds, Corporal Stokes' hands still on my waist until I steadied myself. Well, I was certainly in no rush for him to let go. Our eyes met. I felt a trickle of moisture between my thighs, and looked down, sure it was obvious to the world. But it broke the spell. Once our eye contact was severed, Corporal Stokes cleared his throat loudly as he removed his hands from my waist then stepped back and prepared to close the door of the truck when I was ready.
I hastily shuffled round so I was facing the right way and grasped the seatbelt with slightly trembling fingers, which didn't want to do their job. I managed to wrench it across my body and fumble around trying to clip it into place as Matt got into the driver's side of the 4x4. He hopped in effortlessly, fired the engine and put on his own safety belt. He glanced across at me to make sure I was secure, then wrenched the vehicle into gear before pulling out of the car parking space and heading for the exit.
As the countryside sailed past, I took advantage of the fact Matt was concentrating on driving and studied him as subtly as possible. I glanced at his profile. He really was what many women would consider a good catch. As I said, he was tall with dark hair and eyes. He also had a very sensual mouth with full lips which I could imagine doing all kinds of unspeakable things to me â¦
Ahem, anyway. As it was a warm day, he'd rolled the sleeves up on his shirt to reveal lovely muscular arms. I briefly wondered if his thighs would follow suit, then thought it probably wasn't a good idea to allow myself to think about what was under those combats. It could get me into all kinds of trouble.
In an attempt to distract myself, I made idle conversation with Matt. I found out his age (same as me, 25), how long he'd been in the Army, whether he'd been deployed before, and so on. He turned to glance at me occasionally as he answered my questions. Which I had lots of, according to him.
“I'm a journalist; it's my job to ask questions.”
“But you're not writing an article about me!”
“No, but I'm just taking an interest in the nice young man that's kindly picked me up, is that a crime? I'm still human you know.”
He had the good grace to look embarrassed.
“I'm sorry,” he said, “it's just in my nature and my job description to be suspicious of everyone. I didn't mean anything by it.”
“It's OK. Taking abuse is another part of my job role.”
He grimaced. “I said I'm sorry. Look, we're nearly here.”
I wasn't sure what we were supposed to be looking at, exactly. We were motoring through a quaint little village, which didn't look at all military. I didn't know what to expect, but my pervy frame of mind was hoping for dozens of men in uniform walking the streets. Damn my libido-driven imagination.
A few moments later we turned left up a long road which had a kind of gatehouse at the other end. We trundled up to the gates and were waved through after the guard had a cursory glance inside the truck, and nodded at me.
Matt manoeuvred the truck through the grounds and the groups of uniformed men (finally!). There were women too, of course, but I wasn't interested in them. Though I could certainly see the logic behind their career choice. He headed for some garages and pulled the vehicle inside, then killed the engine. Great, I thought, now I've got to attempt to get out of this damn thing. Preferably without flashing my pants.
I needn't have worried, though. Matt came to the rescue by jumping out of his seat and coming round to my side. He flung open the door and stood looking at me, an amused expression on his face. I flashed him a grin and swung my legs around to the side of the seat and made to slide down out of the seat, using Matt as a kind of fireman's pole. What happened next was somewhat of a blur. The most erotic damn blur of my life.
As I slid down with Matt helping me as gentlemanly as he could in the circumstances, I became very aware that I was rubbing my body against his. Now I wasn't too concerned by that fact, because I couldn't think of anything else I wanted more. Except to do the very same thing, naked. But I had no idea of how he felt about me, if he even found me attractive. A couple of seconds later, I knew the answer. My feet touched the floor, but I was in no hurry to move. Pressed tightly to Matt, I could feel his erection straining against the confines of his combats. His hands were still on my waist and as our eyes met, I felt his fingers tighten against my flesh, which sent a lightning bolt of arousal to my groin.
He wanted me as much as I wanted him, that much was obvious. But I also knew that he wouldn't do anything about it. He was at work; his job was on the line. Hell, so was mine. I could tell he was struggling with his conscience, so after shouting a firm internal “fuck off” at mine, I decided to bite the bullet. You only live once, after all.
I kissed him. No mean feat I tell you. Me being tiny, him towering over me and all. I just slipped my hands up to his neck and stretched up, pulling him down to meet me halfway. The moment our lips touched was electric. The combination of the situation, the risk, his attire and my overactive libido had my pussy oozing almost immediately.
Stunned at first, Matt barely moved, he just let me kiss him. But seconds later, it was as if a switch had been flipped. The little devil on his shoulder clearly won. Lucky me. He began kissing me back with gusto, one hand travelling north from my waist and tangling into my hair, pulling me closer and deepening the kiss.
Our tongues danced together, our hands caressed one another, and our groins â well, they did what groins do when they're sexually aroused. My tight skirt meant I couldn't press myself against his hardness as much as I'd have liked, but still. I knew a way I could fix that. As I pulled away to glance behind me at the still open door of the truck, strong hands lifted me back onto the seat I'd just vacated. They then proceeded to push at my skirt, bunching it up to get at what was underneath.
He lifted my ankles, placing my legs either side of his head and buried his face between my thighs. He nuzzled at my flesh, placing delicate kisses, then sharp little nips all over my skin. All the while he crept closer to the place that wanted him the most. I knew my panties would be drenched, and felt mildly embarrassed. What if he thought I was some kind of sex-mad hussy? Sex-starved more like.
I soon stopped worrying. He breathed in deeply and made an appreciative sound deep in his throat at the scent of my sex, which only served to arouse me more. I wanted him to touch me there, in my most secret place. Seconds later, he did. He pushed his nose and mouth to my vulva and breathed out deeply. His hot breath filtering through my pants to my pussy felt sublime, but I still wanted more. I pushed my hips towards him, hinting at what he should do.
Of course, he already knew what to do, he was just teasing me. Slender fingers of one hand crept up to join his face between my legs, and pulled my sticky knickers aside. I gasped at the contact, and then again as his tongue finally caressed my tortured pussy. He set to work licking up all the juices that had been secreted from my body, but as he did, my cunt continued to produce them. I realised he could be down there some time. Ah well, I thought, that's no hardship. He was damn good at what he was doing, too, gently nipping at my outer labia, and sucking them gently into his mouth, one at a time, then letting go and letting his tongue dance around. He flicked briefly at my clit, then teasingly went lower, to the entrance of my pussy, and teased me there.
As he gave me expert head, I felt my internal muscles tighten involuntarily. Then that familiar tingling feeling which told me an orgasm was on its way. To ensure Matt didn't stop pleasuring me at a crucial moment, I crossed my ankles behind his head and pulled him more firmly to me. He seemed to relish in this mild act of domination, and suckled at my clit almost savagely. And that was it, all it took to trigger my climax. I thrust my hands into his hair as I moaned my pleasure aloud, unwilling to let him go.
But Matt had other ideas. Grinning wildly at the result of his efforts, he leaned up to kiss me, his lips now sticky with my juices. I kissed him back, deeply, still high on passion. I could feel his erection through his trousers now, mere layers of fabric between his cock and my aching cunt.
“Fuck me, now.” The words were out of my mouth before I knew it. Well, I couldn't take them back now. Matt didn't exactly resist, either. He unbuckled his belt, and undid his fly. Underneath he wore white boxers. My absolute favourite. His trousers dropped to his ankles as he stood on the step of the truck. He stroked his cock through his boxers and I longed to feel it inside me. But first â¦