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 The Blonde Married Waitress Years ago when I was in the Army I went with a
detachment of around 500 soldiers to a small town in Norther California. 
Our presence overwhelmed the town and surrounding area and we became a
feeding frenzy for girls of high school age to married women of all ages.
Me, well I liked the mothers more than the daughters and took up with that
crowd.  They were not demanding and all had a car.

   When I had first come to this small town I met a young blonde married
woman who worked at the local restaurant.  During slow times at work she
would set and talk endlessly with me.  She may have been my age or slightly
older but she was somewhat naive and seemed to me by her speech and actions
to be much younger.  As she would talk about her marriage I could see
flashes of a young teenager in her face.  In her eyes, not always, but
occasionally, I would see a look of panic.

   One afternoon she drove by when I was walking back to the barracks and
asked me if I wanted to take a ride.  There is not much to see so she asked
me if I was driving would I take her out in the dessert.  I of course said
yes I would do that and probably make a pass at you.  Off to the desert we
went on a well word road the eventually ended at the town's unofficial
dump. She stopped at a place she could pull off the road and turned to me
and said what would you do now.  So I moved in on her and we were kissing
and pawing on each other like teenagers.  It ended with her blonde head in
my lap with her lips around my dick.  It was my first ever complete blow
job.  At that moment I would have married her.

   She had to be at work in a couple of hours so she asked if I minded
going home with her so she could change.  So the ride ended at a trailer
park home she shared with her husband.  She had me duck when she pulled
alongside her home.  We went in her house and she began changing into the
uniform she wore to work.  She got as far as her bra and panties before I
shoved her back over her bed.  In those day twice a day was easy.  I
remember that day especially because we were both nude on her bed fucking
and I could see out the window just above her head the next door neighbor
cutting his lawn.  He could also see us.  He kept looking through the
window of her bedroom as he made circular patterns in his rounds.  The
shade was up so I pushed the small curtain aside so he could get a better
look.  He made his turns walking slower and slower as he passed her window.


   The girl was pretty with soft blue eyes that would change brightness
with her mood.  Pretty blonde hair, and a very sexy mouth.  A mouth that
could take the strength from a man's legs.  Her breasts were large and soft
like pillows.  Her inner thighs were also soft and because she was young I
thought she was just losing her baby fat.  She was a very unhappy woman;
she had gone directly from a small high school where she was special
because she was dating an older man, to the initial excitement of marriage.
The man she married was 9 years her senior, a big difference in age
considering she was only sixteen when they married.  It was not long before
the excitement of marriage ended and the realization that she was becoming
her mother became evident.  She knew her life lay out before her like a
straight road with no exists.  Routine and boredom would now be her
constant companions interrupted occasionally with excitement garnered from
another man.  To witness her rebelling against the inevitability of her
life sadden me.

   Perhaps she confided in me because I could understand and empathize with
the position she found herself.  As for me, well I had learned early in
life not to have any scruples about fucking another man's wife.  In fact,
when doing so my goal was to impregnate her with my child, I believe like
other animals we human males are always more excited with the pleasure of
taking another man's pussy.  For a time that spring we fucked in her house;
in her car and once with her leaning over a picnic table.  I can still see
her large white breasts spread out on the table and her hands grasping each
side as I pounded her hard and fast from behind.

   We did not officially end the affair or say goodbye.  It ended when she
ran away with another soldier for a weekend in Reno.  She did return to her
husband but her family gathered around her and kept her away from places
she could come in contact with other soldiers.  They did this as if
guarding the soldiers against her.  I am however confident that she did not
go willing into her life as a wife and mother but instead I believe she
lived the rest of her life in a state of quiet and absolute desperation.