Archive name: Kelly Farmer – Officers
Mistress .HTM (M/F, M/F, Cheating, Blackmail)
Authors name: Paula Wilson
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Story title: Kelly Farmer - Officers
Mistress
A Military Wife Story
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Authors Note: Kelly
discovers that being unfaithful isn’t that easy and that there are prices to
pay.
Bad News, Shane Again, Captain Pryce, More
Bad News, A Date, Officers
Mistress, Epilogue
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The admin block
on the base wasn’t somewhere that Kelly Farmer had visited very often. She
wasn’t military, just a military wife and the admin block was all about keeping
the base running smoothly. So when the private had brought her the hand written
note from the base’s chief admin officer she had been both curious and scared.
Curious because she couldn’t wonder why he wanted to see her and scared because
the only thing she could think of was that something had happened to Lance.
Lance was her
husband and he was military and by her reckoning a week away from returning
from a posting in
The interior of
the admin block was instantly dark after the bright
“Can I help you
mam?” The crisp and Kelly thought southern accent interrupted her musings.
“What … I have
to see somebody …” She held out the note for the private to read.
“That’ll be
Master Sergeant Jardine; if you’ll excuse me I’ll check if he’s free. You can
take a seat mam.”
Kelly wasn’t
used to such politeness and sat down almost as if she’d been instructed.
The private,
she noticed for the first time that he was coloured, returned in moments. “The
sergeant will see you in a minute mam.”
“Thanks, what’s
it about?”
“Can’t say mam,
I’m only the desk jockey.”
Kelly smiled her
sympathy. She’d been a military wife long enough to know that the ordinary
soldier knew nothing and was told nothing.
The telephone
on the soldier’s desk rang and after a brief conversation he looked towards
her. “The sergeant will see you now mam, if you’d follow me.”
Jardine’s
office was only a dozen or so yards away, but with military precision and just
in case she was a soviet spy, Kelly was escorted every inch of the way.
“Sergeant, this
is Mrs. Farmer.” The private introduced her and then left.
Jardine looked
about thirty, tall, grey haired and square, like he’d been built for military
service. “Mrs Farmer, thank you for coming so promptly, please take a seat,
would you like a drink, coffee, something cool, water?” Jardine stood up and
even held the chair for her.
“Water would be
nice, thank you.” Kelly answered, she wanted to ask what it was all about, but
the military always took its time and there was no way that she could hurry the
military along. She just had to wait and bear the anxiety.
Jardine
returned to his side of the desk and then phoned for her water. A few moments
later the private appeared with a plastic cup of chilled water. She thanked him
and sipped at the water, her hand was shaking a little.
Jardine
appeared to let her finish before delivering his news. “This is about your
husband Corporal Farmer …” He glanced at the sheet in front of him. “Yeah,
Lance … now don’t worry, nothing has happened to him. In fact he’s done a first
rate job, there are nothing but commendations on his file, fine soldier.”
“Thank you.”
Kelly whispered.
“He’s been in
“Yeah, three
months.” By now Kelly knew that something bad was coming.
“Well, they
want him for longer…”
“How much
longer … sorry.” Kelly couldn’t help but interrupt. “Sorry Sergeant, just I
haven’t seen Lance for a long time, he should be home in a week or so.”
“I understand
Mrs. Farmer, army life can be rough on wives and families, and do you have a
family?”
“No.” She
whispered.
“I have two
boys, Saul’s aged six and Jeff’s three and my wife’s expecting our third in the
fall, each child will have been born on a different base.” He said with some
sympathy.
“It’s the peril
of being an army wife.” Kelly agreed.
“Right … I’m
sorry, not doing my job. The base he’s been at has requested he stay a while
long … a whole year long.”
Kelly felt
herself begin to faint, another year apart. She couldn’t stand that, not so
long, not after she’d been planning his homecoming.
“I … I …” She’d
almost the power of speech and had lost the power of rational thought. “No …
that’s not fair …” She eventually managed to say. “Not fair, not fair.” She
wanted to cry, but not in front of the Army.
Jardine sat
almost rooted to the spot. “I have to say that Corporal Kelly has expressed his
delight, there are additional technical grades he will gain.”
“Lance wants to
stay there?” She couldn’t believe it, not Lance.
Jardine
grimaced. “It will be a great opportunity for your husband, experience, skills,
could open up a real career for him, a real career.”
“Can I join
him?”
“It’s possible,
but I can’t say yes, that’s for the base commander to agree.”
“Let me see
him.” Kelly demanded, suddenly emboldened.
“It’s not that
easy mam.” Kelly started to notice how Jardine was moving from sympathy to
military again. “He’s a busy man, I can ask for an appointment, but it might
not be for a few days, even if he will see you.”
“And there’s no
one else?” She asked desperately.
“He has an exec,
Captain Pryde … I can ask him, only he’s off base until tomorrow. Why don’t you
just sit there and I’ll find out when he can see you.”
Kelly could
only smile her gratitude.
Jardine left
the office and didn’t return for some minutes. As he entered Kelly was standing
up. “Well …?”
“The best I can
do will be
“Yes! I’ll see
him at
Jardine smiled.
“I thought that you’d say that, report here tomorrow with this note.” He handed
her a slip of paper and then glanced towards the door. “I haven’t said this,
but the Captain likes the ladies … if you get my drift.”
Kelly wasn’t
sure what he was saying, that Pryce would molest her or that a show of
femininity was her best approach.
Kelly left the
cool of the admin block without ever hearing the private polite goodbye. She
was still reeling and confused. What the fuck Lance was doing agreeing to this
without asking her. They’d only spoken on the telephone a few days and he
hadn’t mentioned anything other than how he was going to fuck her when he came
home.
She’d been hot that night and no amount of playing
with herself had satisfied her itch; the next day she’d sought out Shane and
used their code about needing her lawn cutting … the sound of a car horn interrupted
her. Startled she turned towards the sound. It was only a delivery vehicle,
Kelly stepped off the road and onto the scrub grass that doubled as pavement.
The driver said
something but she wasn’t listening. Kelly just drifted slowly towards the married
quarters, oblivious of the playing children and their supervising mothers.
Kelly had never settled into the life of a military wife and had no real
friends amongst the other wives.
This isolation
made Lances absence all the harder to bear, in all the time he’d been gone the
only comfort she’d received was from Shane.
She started to
wonder if Shane was on the base. There was no way of knowing short of asking at
the gate and that was too obvious. She could drive into town, she knew the
bar’s he frequented but she wasn’t in the mood for the lewd comments that
always generated.
No, unless she
happened to find him, she’d have another lonely evening.
She didn’t find
Shane, he found her. Kelly was drifting back to her bungalow, oblivious to the
world and resigned to another night of the television and a bottle of beer.
“Mrs. Farmer,
nice to see you?”
She looked up
and then around until she saw Shane standing by a knee height gate he seemed to
be painting. This was how Shane earned most of his money, odd jobs around the
base and the nearby town.
“Shane isn’t
it?” Kelly always tried to make it sound as if she couldn’t quite remember his
name.
“How’s the
lawn?”
Kelly’s heart
skipped a beat. “It needs cutting.” She was blinking in the strong late
afternoon sunlight and had to shield her eyes to see him properly. He was
wearing jeans and not much else. Kelly shivered, Shane had a fine body.
“Badly?” He
crossed the way towards her, closing until he could have touched her.
“Very, very
badly.” Kelly couldn’t keep her feelings under control. The ‘lawn’ was their
code, if she wanted her lawn cutting then it meant she wanted Shane to screw
her.
“I’ve almost
finished here; I can be round in say a half hour?”
“I’ll make sure
the beers cold.” Kelly smiled. She walked away on rubbery legs, her pussy was
leaking and for a while she forgot why she was angry and why she needed Shane.
The half hour
seemed longer and yet Shane was actually early. Kelly didn’t open the door and
usher him in. He set his mower in place and ran over the lawn; the plot as
small and it didn’t take long. It was only then that he knocked on her door,
after all he needed paying.
They didn’t get
past the kitchen, Kelly’s need was too urgent for pleasantries. As she closed
the door behind them so Shane’s hands were already on her body, pulling down
the back zipper to her dress. She stepped out of it and then unclipped her
brassier to allow her breast to fall free, the nipples already hard.
They kissed,
hungrily and Shane pawed her breasts whilst pushing her against the breakfast
table. Kelly was fighting his jeans, unzipping them and pulling them down, his
thick dick sprang out into her warm hand.
He pushed her
across the table and then tugged off her panties; Kelly opened her legs to his
probing fingers. She was wet, very wet and the smell of her sex filled the
small room.
Shane drove
into her, grabbing her hips and started to shag her. It was what Kelly wanted;
it was how she liked her sex, hard and almost impersonal. The object was to
fuck and come, fuck and come, nothing else; you could worry about pleasantries
later.
“How’s that
lady?” Shane grunted as he worked his way deep inside her.
“Better.” Kelly
replied. She had her eyes closed, she always did and her hands were gripping
the edge of the table. She had her legs wrapped about him and each time he
thrust into her so she tried to pull him in. She wanted to hear his balls
slapping against her.
“You love
fucking, don’t you?” Shane laughed harshly. “Like a dick inside you, yeah?”
He’d learnt this over the months he’d been screwing her, Kelly was a dirty
little bitch that just couldn’t get enough cock.
“Big dicks … I
like big dicks.” Kelly grunted.
“Like mine?” He
gloated.
Like yours.”
She agreed.
To Shane, Kelly
wasn’t just another camp fuck. She was a looker, as in high class, even if she
hadn’t have been so hot and horny it would have been a pleasure to fuck someone
as good looking as Kelly. She was the best fuck he’d ever had, hard, tight and
always available.
“Harder.” She
grunted. “Fuckin harder!” She was heaving herself against him and he could feel
her stuff running over his balls. He pounded into her until she squealed his
name and started that hiccupping sound which announced her climax. As with
everything Kelly did, her orgasm was noisy and protracted, and as always her
climax triggered his. He’d never managed to hold back once she’d started.
He emptied
himself inside her, shuddering with each ejaculation, they were almost painful
and then he was just leaning over her and almost for the first time they
kissed.
Finally they
parted; Shane couldn’t resist looking at her cunt, the lips with open and his
sperm was just beginning to seep out. Kelly made no attempt to cover herself.
He’d been with women who’d never even undressed and had covered themselves as
soon as it was over. Kelly wasn’t like that, she had practically no shame and
he didn’t know just how far she’d go.
“Get yourself a
beer.” She said at last, collecting her clothes and heading for the bathroom.
She could feel his stuff dribbling from her and for a while knew the inch had
been satisfied.
Shane stayed as
long as both of them dared. They went to bed and fucked again, this time in Kelly’s
favourite position with him behind her. She even let him play with her arse as
she came.
Jardine’s words
echoed around Kelly’s head as she prepared for her meeting with the Captain, the Captain likes the ladies, well if he
did then she wouldn’t disappoint her.
She decided
upon a knee length dress, stockings and lacy underwear. She pulled her neck
length brunette hair back off her face; wrapping it in an Indian neck band
she’d bought during her visits into the town to see Shane. She’d always made
sure that whenever in town she had some shopping, just in case somebody
wondered what she was doing.
Finally there
was the favourite perfume, just a little more than usual. Of course she had no intention
of actually fucking with Pryce; she’d just tease and suggest until he’d signed
what ever papers she needed.
She arrived at
the admin block just as the place seemed to be closing and for a moment she
panicked and wondered if she’d got the time wrong.
“Mrs. Farmer,
the Captain said you’d be arriving. If you’ll just wait here mam.” It wasn’t
the same private as yesterday; this one didn’t look old enough to carry a
rifle. Still, Kelly perched on the edge of the chair until the private returned
and he wasn’t alone.
“Mrs. Farmer …
I’m Captain Pryce, nice to meet you … Alright private, you’re dismissed; secure
the exit as you leave.”
“Yes sir.” He
saluted and just for a second his eyes lingered on Kelly.
“This way Mrs.
Farmer.” Pryce stood aside to allow Kelly to pass. “I have the last office on
the right.” Pryce said following her down the deserted corridor.
He opened the
office door for her, it meant they were close enough to kiss, they didn’t but
for a brief second Kelly had held her breath.
Pryce’s office
was bigger and more luxurious that that of Jardine’s. The desk was large and
made from wood, the chairs were also wooden and with padded seats, there was
even a separate couch and small coffee table. It didn’t look or feel like an
office in a military camp.
“Please take a
seat.” Pryce pointed to one of the straight backed chairs. He took up station
the other side of the desk. “Now I believe this is about joining your husband
Corporal Farmer, is that correct?”
“Yeah, he’s
been away for three months and now they tell me it could be for another year.”
Kelly tried to keep the anguish out of her voice.
“Actually it
would be for a total of twelve months, so that means an additional nine
months.” Pryce had sandy blonde hair and a square face with deep blue eyes. He
looked, she guessed, in his late twenties.
“It’s still a
long time, we haven’t been married long.” Kelly added tamely.
“Well military
rules state that families only accompany military personnel on a full two year
tour of duty. You see with the Soviet menace in
“Does that mean
no?” She asked.
“Not
completely, can I call you Kelly, Mrs. Farmer seems very formal and we’re
almost the same age.”
“That’s okay,
Kelly is fine.”
“Well Kelly, that’s
a pretty name by the way, usually the answer would be an automatic no, but
there always extenuating circumstances.” He stood up and walked round to her
side of the desk. He flipped open a packet of cigarettes. “Do you smoke?”
“No.” Kelly
replied. “What are extenuating
circumstances?”
“If in the
opinion of the base commander it would improve the military morale for family
members to be present in camp.”
“And you
decide?” Kelly asked.
“Actually I’m
not the base commander, but he accepts my recommendation.”
She could see
where this was heading, or at least make an educated guess. “So what will you
say?”
“That depends
upon you, how well you make the case.”
“Me … I have
already said. He’s my husband and I want to be with him.” She shrugged her
shoulders. “It’s that simple.”
“You love him.”
“Very much,
yes.” Kelly felt herself colour with embarrassment.
“So, what’s
with you screwing the gardener?”
Kelly said
nothing. She felt as if somebody had just hit her very hard and that her senses were reeling.
“What’s wrong
Kelly? You love your husband that much that you’re fucking with the camps odd
job man, now where’s the love in that? Pryce persisted, ramming home his
advantage.
“I … I …” She
stammered.
“No, no, no.
Please don’t protest your innocence, he spent almost two hours with you
yesterday, in fact you went straight from meeting with Jardine to fucking with
your boyfriend, that’s right, isn’t it?”
“I … how do you
know.”
Pryce chuckled.
“This is a military base; we keep a check on civilian workers, when they’re on
base, how long, what they are doing. It’s called security. All I have to do is
run through the gate sergeants report and I know when your horny little lovers
been on camp, who he’s visiting, for how long. I bet I could even put together
a little diary of when he’s fucked you.”
“What do you
want?” Kelly whispered.
Pryce chuckled
again; the sound was a triumphant one. “You, I want you, what else?”
“I can say no…”
Kelly whispered.
“Sure, wait
another nine months and hope that
your husband doesn’t hear what a whore you can be. If I know about your
boyfriend, just think how many others know or suspect something.”
“We’ve been
careful.” She protested.
“Sure you
have!” And this time he laughed in her face. “So careful that a dumb assed
private notices … you have to start being more discerning in your partners.”
“Like you.” A
beaten Kelly replied, her mother had always said what you sowed then that you
reaped. Kelly had whored around and this was the price. She’d thought many
times if or when she was discovered what would happen … well going down on a
stranger had never been a scenario.
“I’d be the
perfect choice.” He laughed again. “No one ever questions an officer and as the
old man’s exec officer I have the run of the place. I’m perfect so why don’t
you show some appreciation.” He gestured towards his fly.
Kelly unzipped
him, opening his military pants as you unpeeled a banana. She pushed them down
to his knees before finding his flaccid, semi erect dick. It struck her that
this was only the third one she’d ever really seen, Lance, Shane and now … now
… shit she didn’t even know his name.
She looked up,
feeling almost angry with him when she should have been angry with herself. .
“What’s your name?” She demanded.
“My name?”
Pryce’s face was strained as Kelly caressed his dick.
“Yeah name,
like in mine’s Kelly.” She did snap. She was angry with the way he was treating
her, like a five dollar whore, and Kelly Farmer was no whore, she fucked
because she liked it.
“Name, right …
it’s Ellis.”
“Ellis, Ellis.” She repeated the name as she was wetting her lips.
Lance had taught her this that she had to be moist before she started on his
dick. She blew soft warm air on him, feeling the dick twitch in her hand,
twitch and grow. There was a power in this, she glanced up, Ellis was breathing
hard and she hadn’t started anything yet. She darted out her tongue, just to
touch the bell head and to see his reaction.
He grunted.
Men were so predictable, they thought through their pants
She ran her tongue round his dick and then took it into her mouth. It
wasn’t huge, Lance’s sometimes seemed to reach into her throat and leave her
choking, Ellis’s dick just fitted. She started to suck, slowly at first and
then as Ellis’s moans became deeper and more urgent, with more intensity. She
hadn’t been doing it long but she knew that he was almost there.
She had his dick in one hand and with the other sought out his balls,
they were tight and she knew he would come soon.
He started to
jerk, suddenly and almost without warning, Kelly pulled back, she wasn’t averse
to swallowing sperm but hated having the cock jammed into the back of her
mouth. The first spurts hit her throat, instinctively she swallowed and began
to wank him, taking every drop that he had.
Ellis, it was
still strange not to think of his as simply Pryce, leant against his desk, his
uniform dishevelled, his face red and his breath ragged. On an almost vicious
impulse Kelly stood up and kissed him, the final dregs of his sperm mixed with
her saliva.
He didn’t
realise what she’d done.
“Better?” She
asked sarcastically.
“Fantastic.” He
breathed. “You actually swallowed it …” He stopped and she knew that he’d
realised what was in the kiss. “Bitch!” He hissed, but the malice and anger
weren’t there.
“I’ll be
going.” Kelly said, collecting her bag. She wanted a shower and to wash out her
mouth.
Ellis did
nothing to stop her.
Kelly didn’t
see Shane for a few days, it was her decision. What Pryce had told her had both
scared and ashamed her. She’d been a total fool and for a few fucks she’d
risked her marriage and everything.
On her weekly
phone call to Lance she argued bitterly with him. It was obvious that he wanted
to stay and also that he didn’t feel the need to have her close.
“Don’t you love
me anymore?” She’d cried bitterly.
“Sure baby,
just don’t rock the boat.” He’d said. “We’ll have all the time in the world
after this tour is over, and I reckon I’ll have my sergeant’s stripes by then.”
It had taken
Kelly to then to realise that the real love of Lance’s life was the Army, she
was just his wife, and the Army was his life.
The private
brought the note from Pryce just as Kelly was beginning to think she’d escaped
his attentions. It wasn’t that he was ugly, smelt or was simply repulsive. It
was the way he’d gone about things, at least Shane had hustled her, whilst
Pryce had just taken advantage.
This time she
dressed down in a faded pair of jeans and old top, no makeup and certainly no
perfume. The desk private made her wait and she caught sight of Jardine who
just smiled some encouragement. Finally she was ushered into Pryce’s office.
He was standing
by the open window that overlooked the guard gate, which explained something.
He must have stood and watched Shane come and go.
“Mrs. Farmer,
please sit down.” He looked nervous.
Kelly said
nothing and just took the offered seat. She was bristling and ready for an
argument.
“I recommended
to the base commander that you fly to join your husband and he agreed …”
Kelly’s heart leapt. “Then we received this from Corporal Farmer, it was
transmitted to us but I have confirmed its veracity, sorry accuracy.” He handed
her a piece of folded paper. “Please read this, I’ll be outside.”
He left her and
then Kelly read the paper, she read it twice and then crumpled the paper into a
ball and threw it out of the window. Lance had requested that his wife didn’t
join him and that he was too engaged with military matters of a sensitive
nature and didn’t need the distraction of his wife on the base.
Pryce returned
to the office, sat down and said nothing.
“I suppose that
you know what it said?” Kelly said in a soft whisper.
“Of course …
I’m sorry. Neither I or the base commander expected this outcome.” At least he
sounded apologetic.
“Will I have to
leave the base?” Kelly asked.
“Leave, the
decision is yours, the military won’t force things and Corporal Farmer gave no
indication that he saw your marriage as being over.” He smiled briefly as if a
nasty duty had been done.
“I have some
thinking to do.” Kelly said and on unsteady legs left the admin block.
She decided to
stay, there were only her parents to fall back on and they had never wanted her
to marry Lance, it would have lead to hours of self satisfaction and almost
gloating from her mother. No she would stay and try and work something out. Of
course the camp gossip carried the message of her separation and soon amidst the smug looks from the wives Kelly
began to receive the disguised offers from their husbands.
She took none
of them up for suddenly she had no need for sex; there were bigger problems,
one of which was money. Lance needed money in Germany and that left less for
her, Kelly needed a job and the only place on the base was the camp store. She
had no skills or education and store work was about her limit, just that
thought was humiliating.
“I have been a total fool.” She thought to herself. “I gave up college, a career, all my friends,
and all for a man who doesn’t love me.”
In the end
Kelly got the twilight shift in the store. It started at six and ended at ten
and was the worse shift available, still Kelly was in no position to be picky.
She endured the knowing smiles of the other wives, the half joke half enquiries
from their men … they all think I’m so
easy … and the rowdiness of their children. It was a job, paid work and she
did need the money.
The store was
usually only frequented by the enlisted men, their wives and children. It was
rare for an officer to be found in the store so when Pryce appeared Kelly
noticed because of its novelty.
He didn’t buy
anything, he didn’t want anything. She could see that. He was hanging about
until the store was empty of everyone but themselves.
“Mrs. Farmer …”
“Captain, what
can I do for you?” She was cold towards him. in truth she needed a culprit,
somebody to blame for her predicament and that was what Pryce had become
“I was
wondering what you were doing after the store closed.”
“Going home …
alone … why ask?” She bristled.
I was going
into the town and wondered if you’d accompany me.” He said nervously.
He was asking
her out! Kelly had to take a deep breath. The smooth bastard had waited a few
weeks and then asked her out. He was incredible; did he think that she was that
desperate?
“What about my reputation?” She asked as sarcastically
as she could muster.
“I was thinking
more about an attractive woman who looks lonely and friendless.” Pryce replied.
“You were
thinking more about a woman who you think is desperate for some sex.” Kelly
snapped.
“Alright … what
if I am? I’m alone; you’re alone, what is the problem. The whole camp knows
about you and Shane, how Lance is the other side of the world, and it didn’t
bother you before … so why am I so god dam repulsive to you.”
“I pick who I
sleep with … not because they blackmail
me.” If Kelly could have bared her teeth like a dog then this was the moment.
In stead she just slammed the till shut.
“Okay, I
deserved that, it was crass but I’ve fancied
you since the first time you set foot on the base. When I heard about you and
the odd job man it creased me. It should have been me and not some casual joker
without any future. I was wrong, that night in my office, it was wrong and I
should have come and apologised, so please
accept it now. I’m sorry, truly sorry.”
He sounded
sincere. Kelly knew that didn’t mean that he was, but he sounded sincere. “I
finish at ten, and then I’ll have to change and no funny business, this is just
a drink, understand me.” She didn’t want
to be with him, but she was going made in her tiny box, even Pryce offered a
brief escape.
They went to a
new roadside diner; it served hot food and cold beer through the night. At that
time of which only the insomniacs and drive through motorists populated the
place. It had a worn out and seedy feel with even the staff listless and
waiting for their shift to end.
Pryce bought
her beer and a hot beef sandwich. Kelly realised that it had been hours since
she’d eaten and she devoured the food as he watched. The slightly amused smile
never left his face.
“What … I’m
hungry!” Kelly complained.
“So it would
seem … another?”
“No!” Kelly
shook her head before wiping her mouth with the serviette. “I have my figure to
protect … and don’t say anything cute about me.” She gestured towards him with
the fork she used to eat the sandwich.
“I can think
can’t I?” Pryce said, shielding himself from her mock attack.
“Just keep your
thoughts to yourself.” Kelly retorted. She didn’t like him, she kept telling
herself that, just in case she weakened.
So they talked,
innocent stuff, about the base, how claustrophobic it was and how deadly dull
the life was. Kelly found that she did have something in common, they were both
bored.
“The military
is really very smart.” Ellis said, sometime before she’d stopped calling him
Pryce though she couldn’t remember when. “They never put a base near any real
civilisation, not if they can help it.” He stubbed out his cigarette. “This is
my forth posting,
“Sure.”
“Well Corporal
Farmer’s on a high security base doing real work, not just counting the traffic
and organising transfers. Isn’t that ironic, I thought the only thing I’d be
jealous of him for was sleeping with you, now he even has a real military
career.”
“So Lance has
one over on the pair of us.” Kelly laughed. It had been a long time since she’d
done that and it almost seemed un-natural.
They talked
some more and despite herself Kelly started to warm towards Ellis, he was just
another man, as bright or as dim as either Shane or Lance, he just wore
captains pips on his uniform. She had to remind herself how he’d forced her
into giving him a blow job.
Eventually they
left the diner; it was way past
“Back to the
base?” Ellis asked.
“Where else.”
Kelly asked him. He had been the perfect gentleman, until now and Kelly
wondered if she wanted him to remain the gentleman. It had been a long time
without even a man’s arm around her shoulder and Kelly knew that she was a
woman who liked to be touched.
He shrugged.
“In a city we’d be spoilt for choice, out here … we can watch the sun rise.” It
was meant as a bitter comment but Kelly took it as a real suggestion.
“Alright, we’ll
do that … but not on a diner’s car park.” Kelly suggested. She felt pleased
that their date wasn’t yet over.
“I know
somewhere … as long as returning to the base in the morning won’t sully your
reputation.” Ellis struggled with the idea; the girl was full of mood swings.
Kelly snorted
out loud. “According to you my reputation is in tatters already, so why bother
about the little fact I’m out with the base Romeo.”
Ellis burst out
laughing. “Romeo, who say’s I’m that?”
“Sergeant
Jardine.”
“He would, in
his world any man who isn’t married by twenty five is either a homosexual or a Romeo.” They’d reached Ellis’s
convertible, the top was already down. He still opened her door for her and
waited until she was sitting down before shutting the door and walking round to
the driver’s side.
“So you’re
not?” Kelly cried over the speeding engine. She hadn’t asked Ellis where they
were heading.
“Not what?”
“The base
Romeo?”
He just laughed
and slipped the convertible into the fifth gear, the powerful engine cruised up
to seventy and the miles sped by. Kelly just loosened her hair and allowed it
to fly in the wind. She felt exhilarated and for the first time in weeks free
of the base and its claustrophobic, smothering confinement.
“Where are we
going?” She called eventually.
“Here!” Ellis
cried as he started to decelerate the convertible, the speed dropped, sixty,
fifty, forty, thirty, suddenly the dark starless night was just strolling by,
the breakneck pace gone.
“Here!” Ellis
rolled the convertible to a halt.
Kelly read the
wind stripped sign announcing the “Hunter’s Fall Picnic Site.” She said and
then turned to him. “A fall’s a waterfall, right?”
“Right.”
“I can’t hear
water.”
“Let me show
you.” Ellis helped her from the car, briefly they were close enough to kiss and
then Kelly stepped back, she wasn’t that’s sure of her feelings. Still she
didn’t object when he took her hand and lead her through the seemingly derelict
picnic area.
Abruptly the
ground seemed to vanish and Kelly knew she was standing on the edge of a drop,
a real drop. Instinctively she took
one and then a second step back. She was nervous of heights, always had been,
and the fact that the night was shielding the drop only made her over active
mind imagine the worse.
“Water, I can’t
hear it?”
“No … you
won’t.” Ellis still had her hand and now steered her back to a ramshackle table
that creaked when she leant against it. “Five years ago this was the tourist spot in the county, then
they diverted the river through the dam complex and Hunters fall became a dust
blow. We’ll still have a spectacular view of the dawn.”
Ellis eased the
convertible through the abandoned site until they could sit and watch the dawn
in comfort.
“Radio or
silence?” Ellis asked.
“Silence.”
Kelly adjusted her seat until she could have slept if she’d been tired. She
stared up into the dark night sky; a few stars broke the almost uniformed
blackness. It was quite and still and she was glad for Ellis’s company, she
couldn’t have been out here on her own.
“Does silence
mean no talking?” Ellis asked in a whisper.
“No … you can
talk, just don’t ask me anything personal.”
So they talked
more banal rubbish and sometime during the conversation she realised that he
was lying back and only a few inches separated them. She started to wonder if
she should provoke something. It had
been a long time and Kelly was just
beginning to feel stirrings.
She didn’t know
that much about Ellis, but she knew more than she had about Shane. So she eased
herself up on her elbow and leaning over planted a gentle kiss on his mouth.
“Aah!” Was all
he said after she’d lain back. “What was that for?”
“Because I
wanted to … and this time my mouth wasn’t full of stuff.”
In the darkness
she heard him chuckle.
“What you did,
that was gross.”
“Serves you
right … you made me suck your cock.”
Kelly chided. “You should try in someday; having a man shoot his stuff down
your throat … it isn’t nice!”
It was Ellis’s
turn to lean across and kiss her. He didn’t touch her, just kissed her lightly
on the lips. “Must be something like when a woman finishes in your face.” He
replied.
“Finishes … you
mean climaxes, comes.” Kelly said between kisses.
“Yeah … comes.”
He wondered how easily she came; he reckoned that he’d soon find out.
For a while
they just kissed, barely touching. She was content with that, after the animal
sex with Shane it was a pleasure to be simply kissed. It was like being a kid
again, when you didn’t dare touch and when groping a girls breast was the
highlight of a date.
Then he began
to touch her and Kelly felt that familiar stirring, try as she might she
couldn’t just neck and then quietly slid into some gentle lovemaking, that
wasn’t her, that wasn’t the woman the Lance had married or Shane had seduced,
and now who Ellis would discover. She was a woman of power and desire, of
emotion and sitting quietly as the dutiful wife and maybe mother would never be
her style.
Ellis rolled
his hand beneath her top, across the warm expanse of her tummy. Kelly’s soft
and full breasts spilled into his eager and open hands, her nipples were stalks
demanding attention. She wasn’t wearing a brassier, something that he should
have noticed. He pushed the top higher and she pulled his head down, until he
could feast on her nipples.
“Urrgh!” Kelly
grunted and lay her head back, eyes staring into the darkened sky, she had
ssoooo missed this, so missed it.
She had her
hands about his neck and pulled his face back to her’s, kissing him fiercely on
the mouth. He responded, now dragging her hand down to his groin. She felt the
hard bulge and it triggered a response in her groin as if her sex was urging
her on. She unzipped him, delving inside his fly and then grumbling to herself she
unfastened his belt and trouser button
She tugged his
pants down and with them went his shorts. She felt again for his dick, finding
the hard stalk she rubbed her palm across the stem until he grunted and for a
panicked second she thought that she’d brought him off.
“You have cold
hands.” He laughed
So that was the
problem! She smiled to herself and touched him again, this time cupping his
ball sac. This grunt was more to do with pleasure than discomfort.
Now she felt
his hands on her waist, the press stud of her jeans was popped, the zipper
tugged down. He was clumsy but even Lance who had known her so well had been
clumsy in undressing her. Ellis was so awkward that in the end Kelly found
herself pushing down her own jeans and almost instructing him on how to undress
her.
She flicked off
her soft canvas shoes and finally her jeans were a bundle of denim on the floor
of the convertible.
Ellis stopped
and Kelly, who was almost ready, demanded to know why.
“I just want to
look at you.” He said almost in awe. “I thought you pretty but you are
gorgeous.”
Despite herself
Kelly laughed inwardly. She knew that it was his prick talking, but every woman
liked flattery and she was no different than the next. If Ellis wanted to call
her gorgeous, stunning, dazzling or just spectacular, then she wouldn’t stop
him.
“Flattery can
get you everywhere.” This time the laughter was loud and swept away into the
darkness. She raised herself and slid across his lap, with her hand she guided
his dick towards her until she could press it against her open sex lips, then
slowly she pushed down, feeling her cunt walls expand and then contract to
claim their prize.
She rested her
arms on his shoulders, settled her knee’s either side of him; car’s were so dam
uncomfortable and she cursed to herself as she started to move, undulating her
hips. If she’d have planned this better then they’d be in a nice comfortable
bed, but they weren’t and she’d fucked in a car before.
“Drop the
seat.” She grunted and then squealed as he did and for a moment she pitched
forwards, smoothing his face in her breasts. “How do they feel?” She laughed,
and pressed her breasts into his face.
Ellis’s reply
was a mumbled that turned into Kelly’s anguished cry when Ellis’s tongue
touched her nipples, which felt ssoooo good that Kelly wanted to stay like that
and let him feast on her, but the need to reach an orgasm was becoming urgent.
She pulled
herself away, her eyes were slits, her glorious deep brown eyes almost hidden
and she was breathing shallowly as if out if breathe. She rested her palms on
his chest.
“Don’t move,
don’t do anything.” She whispered as she once more seemed to roll round his
dick. All of Kelly’s womanhood was driving down on him and Ellis was discovering
just how physical a woman Kelly was. She didn’t fuck politely and whimper her
orgasm. Kelly had sex and she climaxed as natural events. She felt his
dick inside her, a hard pole that touched every centimetre of her womanhood and
then she knew that it was staring.
She began to
snuffle, her piggy sound and her head dropped, her hair falling as a curtain to
reach his chest, then and before Ellis realised Kelly was in the throes of her
climax and as almost always. She took her partner with her, only Lance had been
able to ride her initial orgasm and take her to another, but then he’d had a
great deal of practice in the not so gentle art of fucking Kelly Farmer.
The dawn came
and neither notice. Kelly was curled up, her hunger satisfied and Ellis just
lay there, occasionally glancing towards the almost naked woman beside her. He
turned towards her.
“As anyone ever
told you how great you make love.” He asked.
“No … but I
have been told that I’m a great fuck.” She looked at him and then laughed.
“Sorry, do I offend you?”
“How?” Ellis
couldn’t imagine how a woman he’d just made to love could offend him.
“I swear a lot,
Lance liked me to talk dirty … do you mind?”
“I hadn’t given
it any thought.” He glanced at his watch. “Now we have the tricky point of how
to get into the base without creating a rumour.”
“Fuck to
rumours … we drove out together and that’s how we’ll drive in … now where are
my panties?”
So and without
ever realising it Kelly became Ellis’s Mistress, at least Ellis used the word,
but never within Kelly’s hearing. He knew her well enough to realise that the
passionate, high spirited woman would never
accept such a description.
They had been
together for almost three months, the scandal of the base. Kelly wasn’t
bothered, even if somebody told Lance she’d just face him down. He’d been away
for almost nine months and Lance would have never kept his cock to himself for
that long. So in Kelly’s reasoning, what she was doing was only what Lance was
doing and fair was fair.
She would meet
Ellis three of four times a week, it wasn’t just a sex thing, they’d cruise in
his convertible to a local bar, take a couple of beers and then find somewhere
to fuck.
She’d told him
that he was only the third man she’d had sex with, somehow Ellis found that had
to accept, to him such sexual appetite and experience
couldn’t come from simply three men, but then he was forgetting the woman which
was a dangerous mistake.
Kelly on the
other hand was revelling in the situation. She knew that everybody was talking about them and she didn’t care. She
didn’t worry what the prissy little wives and their boring husbands thought
about her. She would just think of something else to annoy them, like the time
she’d walked into Ellis’s office and planted her ass on his desk.
It was just at
lunchtime and the admin block wasn’t that
busy, still Ellis wasn’t the only Military about. It hadn’t stopped Kelly from
raising her dress and showing off her naked pussy.
“What’s wrong
Captain?” She had laughed. She was as horny as hell and knew that her pussy
would be glistening at him.
Ellis looked up
from his chair.
“Are you
crazy?” He whispered. “What if somebody saw you come in here?”
“The desk
jockey already has, so if I’m already in trouble why don’t you …” She caught
hold of his tie and pulled his face into her cunt, a moment later she felt his
tongue flick out. This was what she called military discipline.
Of course it
couldn’t last; the Military couldn’t allow it to last. Eventually Ellis was
called into the base commander’s office and then he was ordered to see Kelly.
“I’m being
transferred.” Ellis began. “And it’s with immediate effect. I leave tonight,
twelve hours notice.” He waited for her to say something, but Kelly, for once,
was lost for words. She was thinking where this left her. “Also I have to tell
you that you have a little longer, like twenty four hour’s. There are married
quarters available at the Larksville base in Northern California; it’s just
this side of the forgotten planet but not much.”
“They can do
that?” She whispered, her brain was stunned, she actually couldn’t think.
“Only if you
want to stay in married quarters, otherwise its goodbye and good riddance.” He
waited again but saw that Kelly was too shocked to think. “The Military can’t
have an officer openly carrying on with an enlisted man’s wife, it’s bad for
morale.”
“Didn’t you
know that?” She asked, finding her voice and a little of her senses.
“Sure, but
being with you, it kinda makes a man forget things.” Ellis smiled, but it was
an effort. “It seems that the Military thinks more of Sergeant Farmer than of Captain Ellis Pryce.”
“Sergeant? He never said anything …”
Ellis laughed.
“No, well he’s probably under orders. I wasn’t told this on the base, had to
pull a few strings, old favours, that sort of stuff. Sergeant Lance Farmer has the gift; apparently he can make our new
missile systems almost talk. They are setting up what they call technical teams and your husband is
going to be part of one.” Ellis opened a packet of cigarettes; it was the first
time she’d ever seen him smoke. “The word is that a year on one of those teams
and he’ll be a lieutenant, Officer
Farmer, how does that sound?”
“I’d sooner
have Corporal Farmer back.” Kelly whispered. “Why can’t I join him?”
“He’s special,
and right now you are almost a security risk.”
“He’s fucking
somebody else?” Kelly blurted out.
“Of course, you
are and the Military looks after its own. She’s part of the unit, a civilian
advisor.” He offered her a cigarette which she refused. “Sorry Kelly, it’s only
what I know…”
Kelly released
the longest sign of her life. “Lance wouldn’t be able to go nine months without
a fuck; he couldn’t last three days with me.” She wanted to cry like she had
when a kid, just let the emotion out, but her stubborn pride stopped her.
“This camp …”
“Larksville.”
“Yeah, least it
sounds pretty. Is it that bad?”
“Last place
that God made, that means the Military will be something less than basic …
sorry, but that’s what I hear.”
“If I say no
and clear off?” Kelly asked.
“On paper
they’ll okay, truth is that with your husband doing what ever he is, that makes
you a security risk. They can’t allow you to wander the country.”
Kelly wasn’t
quite sure what that meant, only that it sounded almost illegal.
“Larksville
here I come.” She smiled, mainly to herself.
They didn’t
fuck, but she saw him off. it would be the last time that she ever saw him,
briefly he wrote to her but then he was transferred to somewhere called Vietnam
and she never heard from him again.