Sisters in Army Green

Moans that grew louder as the blondee placed her own hands on top of Colleen's and pressed them even harder against her mounds. She did this a second time, until the younger woman began to do it on her own. Her hands now free, Margaret reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra, giving Colleen full access to her endowments.

Access she was quick to take advantage of as the brunette tilted her head downward and kissed Margaret's breast, running her tongue across the dark pink disks. Margaret purred in response to the trail of wetness on her skin. Not wanting to rush, Colleen darted her tongue to and fro, tracing concentric circles around the rigid nipples. She tickled it with the tip of her tongue one last time, then glided it between her lips.

Margaret held Colleen's head in place, running her fingers through her short regulation style hair. She felt an excitement that only a woman suckling at her breast could produce. One surpassed by only one other activity, which she was sure she would also be enjoying before the night was over.

"Am I doing this okay?" Colleen asked as she lifted her mouth from Margaret's bounty and moved to sample its twin.

"Colleen love, you're doing it fabulously," Margaret complimented her as she felt the pleasing wetness of her mouth engulf her other mound.

Margaret stood there enjoying Colleen's tongue play. She thanked whatever fates had prompted her to stop in the bar for a drink earlier and then decide to compliment the young Lieutenant on her presentation at the seminar.

Unable to wait any longer to sample Colleen's own charms, Margaret undid her bra as well and reached out with her hands to grasp the younger woman's breasts. They were smaller than hers but no less responsive. A fact further validated when she replaced the touch of her hands with that of her mouth.

Colleen was in heaven as Margaret brought her not inconsiderable skill into play. As she had learned from K.C. and Wayloo, few men really took the time to appreciate a woman's breasts like another woman did. They always seemed to be just a quick stop on their way to their more immediate goals. Thinking of her two previous female lovers, Colleen was reminded of what else men usually never spent enough time concentrating on, if at all. She was sure that wouldn't be a problem with Margaret, not if she was any judge of the woman into whose arms she had given herself.

Almost as if she was reading her mind, Margaret eased Colleen back onto the couch and climbed down between her legs. She lifted the brunette's legs up onto the cushions, spreading them apart wide enough to give her the fullest access to her womanhood.

"Blessed Mother," Colleen said under her breath as she felt the first touch of Margaret's tongue against her clitoris, thinking for a moment that she really had to address the phrases that she seemed to cry out during sex.

A thought that only lasted a second as that was followed by a second and third touch, each causing her to shiver with lustful delight.

"God yes," Colleen cried out louder this time as she arched her head and shoulders back on the couch and felt repeated waves of pleasure wash over her. "Lick me, lick my pussy!"

At least, a small part of her mind told herself, that seemed at least a little more appropriate to the situation.

Not that Margaret needed the slightest bit of encouragement as once she had sampled the younger woman's honey, she had no intention of stopping until she had brought her to an even greater orgasm than before. She lapped at the excited clit yet again, moving her tongue deeply inside Colleen.

Margaret felt Colleen's body responding to her labors, filling with the fires that line the road to orgasm. Glancing upward from her efforts for a heartbeat, she saw the look of joy on Colleen's face as she added to her pleasure by playing with her own breasts. Her head tossed back and forth as she moaned, riding each new cascading wave as it passed through her.

Even as she continued to bring Colleen to the brink of orgasm, Margaret had moved to ensure her own pleasures as well. With the fingers of one hand ensuring her access to Colleen's pearl, the older blondee had moved the other down inside her panties. Deft fingers and an intimate knowledge of her own body had allowed her to quickly catch up with the woman she was gratifying, so that they both now teetered on the edge of orgasm.

An edge they didn't pause long at as the fires within each erupted into raging infernos a short time later. With soft sighs that gave way to loud cries, Colleen climaxed first, treating Margaret once more to the nectar of her orgasm. A banquet the sweetness of which she had only tasted a glimmer of before.

"Yes, yes, oh yes..." Colleen kept repeating as she surrendered to the erotic energies ripping through her body.

The quaking force of her orgasm was just what Margaret needed to put herself over the edge, triggering an eruption almost as pleasing as the one she had given Colleen. Yet, as her own body shook with the most valued aspect of womanhood, she never stopped trying to please Colleen, even after she could feel the younger woman's body grow limp against her as her second orgasm of the night left her drained.

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But not so drained that Colleen was ready to call it a night. Not when she had yet to please Margaret in the way she had been pleased. If only to show how much she herself had enjoyed what they had shared so far.

"Just give me a minute or two to catch my breath," Colleen said.

"There's no reason why we can't take a little break," Margaret smiled as she moved back onto the couch and sat next to Colleen, giving her a brief kiss. "After all, we do have all night, unless of course you have other plans?"

"None at all," Colleen smiled in return.

"Good," the blondee replied, thinking that she would've been so disappointed if that answer had been yes.

"So tell me more about the people you work with," Margaret suggested, thinking that she could use a little time to recoup her strength as well.

"I'm not sure where to start," Colleen said, taking a deep breath and realizing that she hadn't even thought of China Beach in the last few hours. Something she normally had never been able to do.

So she thought back to what she had already told Margaret back in the bar, about Dr. Richard, and then told her about Beckett and Boonie, and of course Dodger. The people that made life in the middle of all that insanity bearable. Well, maybe not just them.

In the wake of what they had just shared, Colleen also told her about K.C. and Wayloo. Margaret listened intently, thinking back to her own MASH days and some of the nurses on her staff. How she wished she could've shared more with some of them.

"It seems that every hospital has their own cast of characters," Margaret commented to change the subject, telling Colleen about Trapper John and Radar O'Reilly, Father Mulcahy and of course B.J. Hunnicutt.

"B.J.?" Colleen laughed, thinking that was a loaded nickname if she ever heard one.

"Luckily, the initials didn't really have the same meaning back then as they do now," Margaret laughed.

"Well at least you had good CO's," Colleen said, referring to Colonels Blake and Potter who Margaret had mentioned down in the bar. "I'm stuck with Major Garreau. God, she can be a bitch at times."

"Would that be Lila Garreau?" Margaret asked, making a connection she hadn't made when Colleen had mentioned her before.

"Yeah, do you know her?" Colleen asked, thinking that the retired Colonel might indeed know her since they were both regular army. If so, she hoped she hadn't just insulted a friend of hers.

"I think I do," Margaret replied as she described the woman she had know when she was a Lieutenant and Colleen matched it to the older version that was now a Major.

"Oh I remember her now," Margaret grinned. "In a lot of ways she reminded me of myself at that age. You might not believe it to look at me now, but there was a time when I was a do it by the book regular army clown, as Hawkeye liked to describe me. Thankfully, I eventually grew out of it. Evidently, Lila never has."

"I was worried for a minute that she might be a friend of yours," Colleen admitted.

"Actually, there was a night that we almost were friends, or a little more than that," Margaret admitted. "Right after the armistice, I pulled temporary duty over at another unit and it had been non-stop casualties for a while. Fighting had gone on just about to the last hour of the war. When it was finally over, Lila and I got pretty drunk. She was, I decided, a woman who desperately needed to get laid and she was quite attractive back then. Luckily, drunk as I was, I was still clear headed enough to realize that she was also the type who would probably feel the need to report what happened between us despite what it would've done to both our careers."

"That sounds like Lila," Colleen said, then thought that maybe she was selling her CO short. After all, it wasn't like she gave her the benefit of the doubt that much. Also, if she hadn't sent her to the medical conference, she never would've met Margaret.

"And speaking of a woman who desperately needs to get laid," Margaret laughed, "it just occurred to me that why are we still fumbling around on this couch when there's a very nice bed in just the next room?"

Colleen looked at Margaret and realized that talk time was now over. Taking her hand, she got up from the couch and the two of them headed for the more comfortable settings only a dozen feet away.

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The bed in question was typical hotel fare, but neither woman would've cared if it was a folding army cot. Margaret climbed onto the center of it, with Colleen right behind her. Their bodies pressed together as they again shared kisses and gentle caresses.

Climbing on top, Colleen pressed her tongue deep into the Margaret's mouth, causing the older woman to respond in kind. Shifting her body back and forth, the brunette rubbed it against that of the woman beneath her.

Nipples brushed against nipples, creating little electrical sparks that could be felt down to their cores. Colleen slid her bare thigh between Margaret's legs and rubbed up against her still cloth covered mound. Margaret responded with a long, deep moan as the younger nurse pressed her leg ever harder against her.

She could feel the wetness of Margaret's mound against her skin, the natural lubricant letting her move even harder and faster. They rocked back and forth as the blondee duplicated her action and placed her own leg against Colleen's bare sex. In no time they matched each other's pace, fucking each other furiously, losing themselves in the depths of desire.

Even as they swayed back and forth against each other, Colleen moved her head down between Margaret's capacious mounds. She covered them with wanton kisses, taking the pert nipples into her mouth and playing with them with her tongue.

Sweat covered both their bodies as their hearts raced with excitement. Primed from their earlier endeavors, despite the short rest, it didn't take much to set the both of them off once more. Both nurses climaxed within heartbeats of the other, grasping tightly against the other and shouting their gratification loud enough for all the world, or at least Tokyo to hear.

It took what seemed like forever for the billows of passion to finally subside, but as they did, Colleen collapsed limply onto Margaret's hot, sweaty body. She kissed the older woman tenderly and whispered the most wonderful words Margaret had heard in a quite a while.

"One more time," she'd said.

Margaret answered with a smile and a deep sigh of appreciation. Colleen wasted no time and began to wetly kiss her way down the rest of Margaret's soft, bare skin. Her hand led the way as it preceded her to her goal, coming to rest between the blondee's outstretched legs. Her fingers brushed against the soaked thin material of her lover's panties, outlining a stain rich enough to be seen against the dark fabric.

Her head caught up to her hand and she kissed the center of the wetness, inhaling deeply of the natural perfume, feeling an erotic rush as it overpowered her senses.

Colleen pulled down the delicate undergarment, taking care not to tear them as she did. As she lifted herself just high enough to let the brunette accomplish her task, Margaret couldn't have cared if the expensive panties had been ripped to shreds.

Unlike her own mound, and those of K.C. and Wayloo, which they all kept tightly trimmed for hygienic reasons in the jungles of Southeast Asia, Margaret had let hers grow wild into a tangle of mixed colored hairs. Some were as dark as Colleen's own, the rest of mixture of gray and white. The former Army Colonel was not a natural blondee, an observation that only lasted less than half a second before it was tossed aside along with the panties.

Of her previous two female encounters, Colleen had only performed oral sex during the latter. K.C. had been satisfied with just bringing Colleen off with her fingers and tongue and hadn't felt the need for reciprocation. Still, despite her lack of experience, she didn't hesitate a moment as Margaret shifted her body to give her even easier access to her mound.

Following a pattern she had worked out in her head during countless nights after her encounter with Wayloo, Colleen pushed two fingers into Margaret and reached out with her tongue at the same time, quickly placing it against the base of the older woman's excited clitoris. She ran the tip of her appendage back and forth across Margaret's button, tickling the pink flesh around it before closing her lips around it and pulling it into her mouth.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God!" Margaret gasped with short breaths as a new orgasm seemed to suddenly pick up where the last had just left off.

Filled with enthusiasm, Colleen went at her task with the same dedication that she normally reserved for the operating room. Her tongue moved back and forth, in and out, keeping time with her fingers and the movements of her fingers and her lips. each motion adding to the erotic tremors ripping across Margaret's body.

Jump-started by her previous climax, Margaret again entered the realms of Eros with an intensity long missed. It was a journey that would be long remembered.

As Margaret had done earlier, Colleen didn't stop until long after the body of her lover had come to rest. Then she lifted herself up next to Margaret on the bed and sought out her mouth with her own for one last kiss.

"You have such hot lips," Colleen said as she broke the kiss and collapsed next to Margaret's body.

"What?" Margaret asked, only having heard part of what Colleen had said clearly.

"It's nothing, just something that popped into my head," Colleen said as she rested her head on Margaret's breast. "I was just thinking that you have such hot lips."

"Which ones?" Margaret grinned.

"I think that would be hard to choose," Colleen grinned back, her eyes now closed as she enjoyed the fading warmth of the woman's body against hers.

"Yeah, that's me," Margaret smiled as she closed her own eyes and old memories mixed with the new, "Hot Lips Houlihan."

As both of them drifted into a now much needed slumber, their last conscious thoughts were the same. They still had another day and a half before either of them had to face the world outside again, and if there was anything either of them had learned in the Military, that could be a lifetime.

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