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Hot desert
nigHts
They tell you about the heat of the desert, and the sand. God,
how I hate the sand. It was 2005 and we were deep in the
heart of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell, military-speak for gay is a dirty
secret.
I was three months into a six-month deployment when all
hell broke loose. Casualties were incoming, and my section had
been activated as manpower to move patients from the choppers
to the hospital. All the practice in the world can’t prepare you
for what you see. I know. I’ll never forget it.
An hour in, and my mind grew numb. Tears had long since
dried on my face. My arms were still strong, responding automatically to my lift partners.
Three hours in, and I didn’t even remember my name. I was
reaching for the next wounded soldier in the Black Hawk when
a hand touched my forearm. I looked up into the most beautiful
green eyes I’d ever seen. She struck me as a fairy, cute pert nose,
short-cropped sable hair, jade green eyes and a smile that nearly
knocked me on my ass. She was stunning. “Hang in there” was
all she said, but it was enough. I nodded abruptly, gave a small
smile and pulled the next patient. Throughout the afternoon I
saw her half a dozen times and caught myself looking for her,
wishing for that smile to keep me going. I’d noticed she was a
captain, so definitely untouchable, but I wanted to get to know
her, see that smile to fight off the worst of my day.
After twelve hours we were finally done. The patients were
stabilized, settled down for the night or in the air to Germany.
We were released back to our tents for much-needed showers. I
was returning from my cleansing and debating hanging with the
guys. In my heart I knew they’d laugh off the day and do whatever they could to ignore the horrors we’d seen. I just couldn’t
face it. So I turned to my tent—and there she was, standing at
the flap of my door with her hands behind her back, in a fresh
flight suit, smiling. The suit hugged her curves like a second
skin. She was damned lovely. I had to be dreaming. My nipples
hardened, and I was thankful for the sports bra that covered
them.
“Hey. Remember me?” Her voice was low, a sexy rumble I
really liked.
“Hey yourself.” I smiled the first genuine smile since the
nightmare began. The towel hung around my neck, and I tugged
on it to hide my shyness. “You’re not easy to forget.” My cheeks
heated with embarrassment.
She blushed, and I had a moment of uncertainty. We both
knew what could happen from her being at my tent in the first
place. Officer and enlisted unprofessional relationships were
forbidden and grounds for dismissal from the service, never
mind the thoughts that were running around in my head.
“How did you find me?”
She chuckled. “I’m a flight surgeon. All I had to do was chit-
chat with my people here, and ask the right kind of questions.”
“Ahh” was all I could think to say.
She cleared her throat and smiled. “The name’s Holly.” She
held up a few minibar bottles of Jack. “I thought you could use
a stiff one.”
I grinned. “Dawn. Nice to put a name to the face.” Skulking
around in the dark with alcohol in a dry deployment, and
sharing with an enlisted person? This woman was insane. I
stepped close enough that I could smell the freshness of soap
and the strong floral scent of her shampoo. With a flourish and
a tiny bow, I opened my tent flap. “Welcome to my humble
home.” Hell, even if all we did was talk, it would be better than
staying alone with my thoughts. And the nightmares to come.
She ducked in and looked around. “You have roommates?”
Two other beds were in the small tent.
“They’re all mids. Won’t be back until six in the morning.”
Five hours. A lot could happen in five hours.
She stood in the middle of my tent, turned and dropped a
well-worn backpack at her feet. Tension mounted between us. I
gripped the towel with tight fists.
“I don’t want to be alone tonight.” She said the words
quietly.
“Neither do I.” I had to be dreaming. This couldn’t be
happening.
She walked up to me, slim, beautiful and taller than me by
a few inches. “I could get decommissioned for having alcohol
here.”
I smiled. “You could. And I could lose a stripe for taking it
from you.”
She grinned and handed me a bottle. I wasn’t a fan of the
whiskey, but after this day, I needed the shield of alcohol. The
Jack hurt going down, but not as
much as the memory of the
y 13
day did. She downed a bottle, gently took mine from my fingers
and slipped them back into her backpack. I knew she had more,
but I wanted a clear head for the next day.
“Why are you here?” I wanted it out in the open. No surprises.
No misunderstandings. No drama.
“The crew was grounded for the night. The pilot had too
many hours in the air.”
I smiled, brushing her cheek with the back of my knuckles,
pushing back a stray hair that had slipped down. “That’s not
what I meant.” My hand fell away, back to the towel.
Holly cupped my face with trembling hands and brushed her
lips over mine. A flare of heat shot down to my core. This was
going to be interesting. It had been almost five months since
I’d had anything but my own fingers seeing to my satisfaction.
I closed my eyes for a brief instant, and she pulled away just
enough to look me in the eyes as they opened. “I want you.” Her
voice shook. “The moment I saw you, I wanted you. I looked for
you every time we landed, and couldn’t get you off my mind.”
She seemed confused by that. I could definitely sympathize.
“Your smile got me through the day.” I smiled at her, a gentle
sad tilt to my lips. My thoughts were returning to the day, to the
mess of bodies, the cries of pain. It was tearing me apart.
Soft lips were on mine, tasting, sampling. I melted into it,
latching on to something solid. My hands cupped her cheeks,
and I brushed my tongue against her lips in gentle swipes. Her
mouth opened and my tongue delved into the warm depths. She
tasted like Jack and strawberry candy. A strange combination.
My fingers traced the line of her jaw, the slope of her shoulder.
Irritated by the barrier of her flight suit, I dragged down the
zipper. Her gasp of surprise was followed by a sharp tug of my
hair and sexy nips at my throat. A spike of pleasure shot down
my spine; I love having my hair tugged. Her tongue and mouth
teased a line down my neck, sending soft shivers of delight
racing down my body, to my nipples, my pussy. I wanted this
woman. Really wanted her.
I slipped my fingers under the collar of the flight suit, caressing
her shoulders, scraping my nails lightly against her throat. She
kissed her way down to the collar of my shirt and gave a sexy
growl that shot my excitement that much higher.
“There’s going to be a windstorm tonight. I heard the tower
talking about it.” She spoke the words against my throat. Windstorms meant no one would be out and the enemy would be
sending mortar attacks.
“Off.” She tugged at my shirt.
I backed away, holding up my hands to stave off her question. “Hold that thought.” I went to the tent door and zipped it
shut, then unrolled the second layer, shower curtains. Hey, you
make do with what you have. Stones held them down, trapping
most of the dust that would attempt to tear through the small
holes at the door. It wasn’t perfect, but it was effective.
Her arms came around from behind me, tugging my body
against hers. I could feel her breasts pressed against my back.
She was soft, yet strong. I reached up and touched her head,
pressing it against mine. My other hand settled on her arms. A
quiet moment—but we both wanted more.
I turned around in the circle of her arms and kissed her,
dragging the zipper of her flight suit all the way past her belly
button. My hands slid back up. Her skin was soft. I loved how
her stomach tightened at my touch, how her breathing quickened. My fingers slipped past the dog tags around her throat.
She opened my uniform shirt, cleverly tugging gently to pull
the buttons loose. My towel dropped on the bed, forgotten. Her
hands slid under the shirt, pushing it down my arms. My T-shirt
followed. She tossed them both on a chair and stepped back,
dragging her uniform off. I sat on the chair and unlaced my
boots, admiring the glow of her skin, and yet wishing I had a
cute little body like hers. I love the way a woman is built.
The rest of my uniform came off in a rush, and I stood and
strode toward her. She held up her hands, and I stopped. With
a sexy little shimmy, Holly unlatched her bra, letting it slide
off her arms. Pert breasts with rose-colored, hard nipples. Her
panties followed, and I was surprised to note her pussy was
hairless.
My panties and bra came off. I wasn’t hairless, but I was
trimmed. The heat of the desert demanded it.
nigHts
They tell you about the heat of the desert, and the sand. God,
how I hate the sand. It was 2005 and we were deep in the
heart of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell, military-speak for gay is a dirty
secret.
I was three months into a six-month deployment when all
hell broke loose. Casualties were incoming, and my section had
been activated as manpower to move patients from the choppers
to the hospital. All the practice in the world can’t prepare you
for what you see. I know. I’ll never forget it.
An hour in, and my mind grew numb. Tears had long since
dried on my face. My arms were still strong, responding automatically to my lift partners.
Three hours in, and I didn’t even remember my name. I was
reaching for the next wounded soldier in the Black Hawk when
a hand touched my forearm. I looked up into the most beautiful
green eyes I’d ever seen. She struck me as a fairy, cute pert nose,
short-cropped sable hair, jade green eyes and a smile that nearly
knocked me on my ass. She was stunning. “Hang in there” was
all she said, but it was enough. I nodded abruptly, gave a small
smile and pulled the next patient. Throughout the afternoon I
saw her half a dozen times and caught myself looking for her,
wishing for that smile to keep me going. I’d noticed she was a
captain, so definitely untouchable, but I wanted to get to know
her, see that smile to fight off the worst of my day.
After twelve hours we were finally done. The patients were
stabilized, settled down for the night or in the air to Germany.
We were released back to our tents for much-needed showers. I
was returning from my cleansing and debating hanging with the
guys. In my heart I knew they’d laugh off the day and do whatever they could to ignore the horrors we’d seen. I just couldn’t
face it. So I turned to my tent—and there she was, standing at
the flap of my door with her hands behind her back, in a fresh
flight suit, smiling. The suit hugged her curves like a second
skin. She was damned lovely. I had to be dreaming. My nipples
hardened, and I was thankful for the sports bra that covered
them.
“Hey. Remember me?” Her voice was low, a sexy rumble I
really liked.
“Hey yourself.” I smiled the first genuine smile since the
nightmare began. The towel hung around my neck, and I tugged
on it to hide my shyness. “You’re not easy to forget.” My cheeks
heated with embarrassment.
She blushed, and I had a moment of uncertainty. We both
knew what could happen from her being at my tent in the first
place. Officer and enlisted unprofessional relationships were
forbidden and grounds for dismissal from the service, never
mind the thoughts that were running around in my head.
“How did you find me?”
She chuckled. “I’m a flight surgeon. All I had to do was chit-
chat with my people here, and ask the right kind of questions.”
“Ahh” was all I could think to say.
She cleared her throat and smiled. “The name’s Holly.” She
held up a few minibar bottles of Jack. “I thought you could use
a stiff one.”
I grinned. “Dawn. Nice to put a name to the face.” Skulking
around in the dark with alcohol in a dry deployment, and
sharing with an enlisted person? This woman was insane. I
stepped close enough that I could smell the freshness of soap
and the strong floral scent of her shampoo. With a flourish and
a tiny bow, I opened my tent flap. “Welcome to my humble
home.” Hell, even if all we did was talk, it would be better than
staying alone with my thoughts. And the nightmares to come.
She ducked in and looked around. “You have roommates?”
Two other beds were in the small tent.
“They’re all mids. Won’t be back until six in the morning.”
Five hours. A lot could happen in five hours.
She stood in the middle of my tent, turned and dropped a
well-worn backpack at her feet. Tension mounted between us. I
gripped the towel with tight fists.
“I don’t want to be alone tonight.” She said the words
quietly.
“Neither do I.” I had to be dreaming. This couldn’t be
happening.
She walked up to me, slim, beautiful and taller than me by
a few inches. “I could get decommissioned for having alcohol
here.”
I smiled. “You could. And I could lose a stripe for taking it
from you.”
She grinned and handed me a bottle. I wasn’t a fan of the
whiskey, but after this day, I needed the shield of alcohol. The
Jack hurt going down, but not as
much as the memory of the
y 13
day did. She downed a bottle, gently took mine from my fingers
and slipped them back into her backpack. I knew she had more,
but I wanted a clear head for the next day.
“Why are you here?” I wanted it out in the open. No surprises.
No misunderstandings. No drama.
“The crew was grounded for the night. The pilot had too
many hours in the air.”
I smiled, brushing her cheek with the back of my knuckles,
pushing back a stray hair that had slipped down. “That’s not
what I meant.” My hand fell away, back to the towel.
Holly cupped my face with trembling hands and brushed her
lips over mine. A flare of heat shot down to my core. This was
going to be interesting. It had been almost five months since
I’d had anything but my own fingers seeing to my satisfaction.
I closed my eyes for a brief instant, and she pulled away just
enough to look me in the eyes as they opened. “I want you.” Her
voice shook. “The moment I saw you, I wanted you. I looked for
you every time we landed, and couldn’t get you off my mind.”
She seemed confused by that. I could definitely sympathize.
“Your smile got me through the day.” I smiled at her, a gentle
sad tilt to my lips. My thoughts were returning to the day, to the
mess of bodies, the cries of pain. It was tearing me apart.
Soft lips were on mine, tasting, sampling. I melted into it,
latching on to something solid. My hands cupped her cheeks,
and I brushed my tongue against her lips in gentle swipes. Her
mouth opened and my tongue delved into the warm depths. She
tasted like Jack and strawberry candy. A strange combination.
My fingers traced the line of her jaw, the slope of her shoulder.
Irritated by the barrier of her flight suit, I dragged down the
zipper. Her gasp of surprise was followed by a sharp tug of my
hair and sexy nips at my throat. A spike of pleasure shot down
my spine; I love having my hair tugged. Her tongue and mouth
teased a line down my neck, sending soft shivers of delight
racing down my body, to my nipples, my pussy. I wanted this
woman. Really wanted her.
I slipped my fingers under the collar of the flight suit, caressing
her shoulders, scraping my nails lightly against her throat. She
kissed her way down to the collar of my shirt and gave a sexy
growl that shot my excitement that much higher.
“There’s going to be a windstorm tonight. I heard the tower
talking about it.” She spoke the words against my throat. Windstorms meant no one would be out and the enemy would be
sending mortar attacks.
“Off.” She tugged at my shirt.
I backed away, holding up my hands to stave off her question. “Hold that thought.” I went to the tent door and zipped it
shut, then unrolled the second layer, shower curtains. Hey, you
make do with what you have. Stones held them down, trapping
most of the dust that would attempt to tear through the small
holes at the door. It wasn’t perfect, but it was effective.
Her arms came around from behind me, tugging my body
against hers. I could feel her breasts pressed against my back.
She was soft, yet strong. I reached up and touched her head,
pressing it against mine. My other hand settled on her arms. A
quiet moment—but we both wanted more.
I turned around in the circle of her arms and kissed her,
dragging the zipper of her flight suit all the way past her belly
button. My hands slid back up. Her skin was soft. I loved how
her stomach tightened at my touch, how her breathing quickened. My fingers slipped past the dog tags around her throat.
She opened my uniform shirt, cleverly tugging gently to pull
the buttons loose. My towel dropped on the bed, forgotten. Her
hands slid under the shirt, pushing it down my arms. My T-shirt
followed. She tossed them both on a chair and stepped back,
dragging her uniform off. I sat on the chair and unlaced my
boots, admiring the glow of her skin, and yet wishing I had a
cute little body like hers. I love the way a woman is built.
The rest of my uniform came off in a rush, and I stood and
strode toward her. She held up her hands, and I stopped. With
a sexy little shimmy, Holly unlatched her bra, letting it slide
off her arms. Pert breasts with rose-colored, hard nipples. Her
panties followed, and I was surprised to note her pussy was
hairless.
My panties and bra came off. I wasn’t hairless, but I was
trimmed. The heat of the desert demanded it.
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“You are beautiful.” Her breathless compliment made my
cheeks hot. I held out my hand and she walked to me, slipping
her hand into mine.
“You are gorgeous.” She was. Truly gorgeous. What the
hell was she doing with me? I tugged her against my body. Soft
skin to soft skin. There is nothing like a woman’s body against
yours. So soft, yet fit, curves to die for. I love women in all sizes.
The kiss we shared fired my blood, making my pussy clench
in excited anticipation. Part of me expected her to change her
mind, realize how crazy this was, how insane we had to be.
We lay on the bed. The mattress was small, but we fit closely,
and it beat the hell out of the cots we’d had a couple of months
ago. I explored Holly’s body with delicate care, teasing over her
nipples, lightly caressing, then pinching, loving the soft groans
from her throat as they tightened to hard points.
Each kiss was near desperation. My ears were constantly
open to movement outside the tent. The threat of being caught
sent my lust higher, deepening my need. Her nails traced over
my body, driving me insane with her teasing strokes. She found
a spot on my hip that sent chills of lust all over my body. Her
luscious mouth explored from the curve of my neck down
my chest, then covered my nipple, and her teeth tugged delicately. I moaned. My fingers teased her pussy, swirling around
her slit. She arched against my touch, and I let a finger slip in.
She clenched around my finger, and I moaned. “What a sweet
pussy.” I flicked my finger.
Holly’s soft cry was swallowed by my lips. She tugged my
hair, and her kiss turned desperate. She was nearly dripping
with her desire. I stroked and teased, wanting to send her
higher. My fingers rubbed her moist essence around her clit. A
clit I wanted to torment and tease just to hear her cries. Another
finger slipped in, stroking. “So hot, Holly. Is this all for me?”
“Yes.” She arched against me, fucking my fingers. “All of it.
I want you to use all of it.” I raised my eyebrows. My fist? She
must have seen the confusion on my face. A smile slipped across
her lips and she lifted up. “Like this.” She took my hand and
arranged the fingers in a tapered formation.
“Do you have any kind of lube?” Her question was breathless.
“Just some baby oil in the toiletry bag hanging up beside
you.”
She grabbed the bottle and grinned, pouring oil on my hand,
getting it nice and ready, then rubbing it around and into her
pussy. I was terrified I would hurt her. At the same time, there
was a craving to be in control, to give her what she needed. My
hands were small, but I had no idea what I was doing. What if
I hurt her somehow? I could taste her excitement in the air, feel
her need like it was my own. The bottle went back in the bag,
and she wiped her fingers on the towel.
“Tell me if I hurt you.” My experiences were limited, especially since I joined the service.
She ran her fingers along my cheek. A soft kiss from my lips
to hers, and she lay back, spreading wide for me. She was a sight.
A desert goddess. My memory may be jaded, but she brought a
miracle to me that night.
I pressed, gently, spreading her sweet pussy. I watched the
lips fold open like a flower, and dewy essence slipped around
my fingers. My arms were sore and stiff from the day’s work,
but I didn’t want to stop for anything. My hand began a light
thrust, slipping deeper into her pussy with every stroke. Holly
arched and groaned in obvious pleasure. I stroked deeper, and
she bit her lip to stifle a loud groan. Her inner muscles tightened
around me. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before.
Sex, baby oil, and Holly’s unique scent mixed together, so
hot I could almost taste it. My pace increased and Holly lifted
her ass off the bed to fuck my hand in near desperation.
“It won’t take long,” she gasped, frantically rubbing her
clit.
My arm shook from the efforts, and I was afraid I wouldn’t
be able to keep going.
Holly yanked my pillow from under her head and pressed
it to her face, muffling her cries. Her inner muscles rippled and
tightened, pulsing against my hand. Finally her body relaxed,
and she slowly lowered her hips back to the tangled sheets. Tiny
tremors squeezed around my hand. I slowly withdrew, gently
caressing her pussy lips with shaking fingers.
The wind picked up and my door flapped slightly. My heart
still raced, thundering with the storm. Holly tugged my fingers
away from her pussy and brought them to my lips. She spread
her juices across my bottom lip and then leaned forward, kissing
me, sucking her juice from me. I moaned. My pussy ached for
her touch.
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She pulled away from the kiss and slipped off the bed. I
could see the same hunger in her face. She grabbed my hips and
tugged me to the edge of the bed. I gripped the towel in the hand
I’d fucked Holly with. In a heartbeat she had my thighs spread,
her gaze hot on my body, like a heavy caress. “Let’s see if you
taste as good as you smell.” Holly put a hand on my chest and
pushed, gently knocking me back against the mattress.
She held my lips open. Her breath blew across my clit, warm
and sexy. Her tongue swiped at my clit. Sharp pleasure shot to
my core, and my inner muscles tightened. She licked and sucked,
driving me insane with her clever mouth. She tongue-fucked my
pussy with rapid flicks. Wind battered against the tent, and the
storm grew outside, and inside my body as well.
I arched against her, begging, pleading for release. Her
tongue was incredible, but I needed more. I slipped my hands
down to my pussy, tightly holding my lips open.
“Thank you.” Her words brushed against my skin.
Any comment I would have made spun away when two
fingers thrust deep into my pussy. I arched against her touch.
Her tongue lapped and flicked. Pleasure built at the base of my
spine, waiting for the right combination of pressure and stimulation. It had been too long. She sucked my clit, and I came
apart. I think I might have shouted. For the first time since I’d
arrived, I was thankful for a sandstorm. Sparks lit behind my
eyelids, and I twitched with mini-aftershocks. She swiped her
tongue once more against my pussy, then withdrew her fingers.
I sat up and drew her quickly to me. She had a self-satisfied grin
on her face. I’d give her that. My lips twitched in an answering
smile, and I just held her hands while she stood between my
legs on the bed. I let go to caress her face with my clean hand,
brushing my fingers against her temple. She grabbed my hand
and turned to place a kiss on the palm. Her eyes were closed,
and I knew what was coming next.
Some unknown emotion, close to regret, tightened in my
chest.
I brushed my thumb against her face and gently turned her
cheek. She opened her eyes and I was once again taken by the
incredible color and emotion staring back at me.
I pulled her in for a soft kiss. My scent and taste blended
with the unique flavor of Holly, a flavor I’d never forget. Our
lips touched with tender, sweet caresses. I savored the touch of
her tongue against mine, until we parted with regret.
“I’ll see you around,” she said.
“Yeah.” I knew I wouldn’t. So did she.
“I need to go before the morning.” Her voice was quiet, low
and sad.
I wanted to tell her to wait until the sandstorm was over. Tell
her the hell with regulations and stay with me. But I wouldn’t.
“I know you do.” I grabbed her hands and squeezed them. “It’s
okay.” It really was. I knew when this started what it would
be.
We quietly got dressed, she in her flight suit, I in a fresh
T-shirt and panties. I gently wiped her face and hands with
moist towelettes, cleaning away all proof of what we’d done.
She pulled a Jolly Rancher out of one of her numerous pockets,
unwrapped it and popped it in her mouth. Strawberry.
My arms trembled as I hugged her one last time. I told myself
it was from all the heavy lifting earlier. Her smile was still as
beautiful as before. She left as quietly as she had come, slipping
from my tent in the middle of a sandstorm.
I cleaned myself up with quiet efficiency and then, with a
sigh, lay down on my bed and stared at the hanging ceiling. The
sound of mortar fire powered through the storm. They were at it
again. I held my dog tags, tugging on the chain so that it rested
between my breasts, and drifted to sleep dreaming of jade green
eyes and an amazing smile. The brightest spot in the next three
months of hell. I’ll never forget her.
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