The Boys in Blue Ch. 10

Robert emerged from the bathroom naked; Terry noticed that his Nibbs was still sleeping.

"Hi darling, it's a beautiful day out side, why don't you set the table outside on the veranda. Tim's gone to get some food, and we can eat out there. I'll make some coffee while you do that."

"You would have made a great Sergeant Major," he chuckled kissing her and patting her bum.

"Go on, I still need to clear up, oh, don't forget to put the chairs out there too."

He pulled on his jeans, but decided to skip his shirt, opening the door wide he picked up a small table and put it out side under the window, moving back to get the chairs.

"Terry," he said, "we left one in Tim's chalet."

"So go and bring it back," she said putting the thong and corselet into the drawer.

At number 12, he knocked and shouted, "Sue are you decent it's Robbie?"

Sue opened the door; she was in the housecoat. "Sorry to disturb you Sue but I came for our chair."

"Help yourself there all the same," she said with a smile

"How did it end last night it seemed to be getting a little steamy?"

"Well it didn't quite reach the orgy state, and we had drunk a lot. But it got close. Bill and Tom were groping July and Carol, which turned Tim and me on, so we kicked them out because we needed the bed," she ended with a chuckle.

When he returned with the chair and told Terry, she looked at him and smiled.

"I thought we had a mini orgy last night. I certainly had an orgasm," giving him, one of her wicked smiles.

"There's every chance you'll have a few more before the day is out."

"Promises, promises," she chuckled, and then noticed the bulge forming in his jeans, "and put that away Tim will be back soon."

When Tim arrived back, Terry suggested he and Sue join them for breakfast.

The noise must have disturbed Tom and Bill they stuck their heads out of the doorway.

Before long further tables had been added to theirs, and the men must have noticed that Sue was in a bikini because July, and Carol emerged too wearing bikini's.

Soon they were wolfing down the croissants with the girls making frequent trips to replenish the coffee.

Robert had noticed that Carol and July's eyes were slightly puffy and that Bill and Tom were looking a tad jaded.

"So tell me, did you sleep well last night Tom?"

"No," growled Tom "some woman was being murdered next door," he said looking directly at Terry.

Terry coloured up "I'm sorry Tom I didn't realise," leaving the rest unsaid.

Tom's face broke into a wide smile, "Don't be sorry Terry it had a marvellous effect on Carol."

Now Carol's face turned red.

Then Bill joined in "We had the same problem with our neighbours, at one stage I thought the bloody wall would cave in."

Sue had the grace to blush. Terry rescued her, "July told me that you asked her to wear her tanning suit three times last night Bill. Fascinated by it were you?" She said it so demurely.

"Terry," July hissed.

While Bill, squirmed in his seat.

Terry said a little while later, "God but its hot."

"Did you bring a bikini?" Robert asked; she shook her head; she got out of her chair and went inside a few moments later she returned wearing the yellow thong and bra.

"That feels better," she said.

Shortly it began to break up, the men moving the tables back to their respective rooms the girls carrying the coffee things.

Terry had noticed that all the men including Bobby had bulges in their pants, and she was sure the other girls had noticed too.

She was putting her shorts and shirt into the drawer when the headboard next door started banging, somehow it excited her.

Robert was returning the last chair, when he paused to listen, a smile breaking out on his face.

He came up behind her; she could see him in the mirror, and his hands came up between her arms his hands cupping her breasts squeezing them hard.

Then the hands were pulling them roughly from the cups of the bra, the fingers pinching the nipples painfully.

She looked at his face in the mirror his eyes were closed his mouth opened.

He's losing control she realised; it gave her a thrill to know that.

She put her hand around her back, her hand finding the bulge; she moved it up and down, and she heard him groan.

She found the press-stud and pulled pushing the zip down.

The jeans sank to the floor as his erection leapt out; he hadn't worn pants that morning she realised.

Her hand encompassed his penis stroking it; he groaned again; she was in control of him, the power of it made her feel giddy.

Her other hand reached down and cupped his balls; they were hard, very hard she kneaded them as he groaned again.

Suddenly his hands left her breasts the hands pulling urgently at the ties of the thong, it fell away, and then his fingers were in her vulva sliding up and down preparing her for what was to come.

She squeezed his penis harder moving her hand more rapidly; she had to maintain control because she knew she was losing hers.

She had to let go of him when he leant over her, and she grab the top of the chest of drawers to maintain her balance, he roughly moved her legs wider and then entered her with a hard thrust, thrusting down to his root. Withdrawing, then thrusting down hard again.

She glanced at his face; he'd lost it, and a small smile of triumph lit her face, as she began to enjoy it.

He stopped and picked her up putting her on to the chest of drawers, holding her legs high above her with her ankles, she had to lean back on her arms to balance, as he rammed into her again, hard forceful thrusts.

But it was what she wanted him to do, what she needed him to do, again and again. Suddenly he stiffened as he came; the thrill of it made her come as well, she was flooded she knew.

He held her still in that position until his breathing returned to normal, and then he gently lowered her legs to the floor and kissed her.

"Just a moment Bobby I must go to the bathroom."

When she returned he was lying on the bed, she joined him.

Cuddling up to him, after a short while she whispered to him, "you have to admit we have a very varied sex life, I'm pleased to announce," chuckling, "you must have had years of experience."

"Not really, I was a late starter although I'm trying to make up for it now," he said grinning.

"Oh," she said, "how late?"

"Well my first sexual encounter happened the last month I was at University, but I lost my virginity over a year later when I was at Cramwell."

"Oh so what was the first encounter?"

At first he hesitated, saying.

"We'd thrown a party to calibrate the end of the finals, and had invited some girls, who worked at Boots. Anyway we all got slightly drunk and had paired off.

I took her home to her bed-sit, and we started groping but she wouldn't let me go below the waist. Finally admitting that she was on, she must have seen the disappointment in my face because she gave me a blowjob.

Remember this was my first time with a girl, I think I lasted five seconds before ruining a perfectly good blouse."

Terry laughed "You poor darling; I'm pleased things have improved for you, so what happened with your virginity?"

"Oh, I was at Cramwell. They used to throw a Cadet Ball every four months, the girls who attended, were the Horse and Hounds class, coming from well off families.

Her name was Dawn; she actually asked me for a dance; that's what started it.

She was quite beautiful in a hard sort of way, tons of makeup and false eyelashes the works.

She had a great figure with these amazing breasts, which I found out later; Daddy paid for; he also paid for the E type Jaguar she drove.

On the first date she turned up with a Volvo estate, after only two drinks in the pub we were in, she wanted to go somewhere else.

That turned out to be a dirt track, in the middle of a wood. She got out of the car and told me to follow her, she went round the back and lifted the trunk door, and there was a blow up lilo in the back.

Has calm as anything she told me to strip while she did.

All she had on were a pair of panties she never wore a bra, she didn't need to.

She climbed into the back a lay there waiting for me. We had sex twice on that first date.

After that, every time, we met we had sex, I was besotted with her, she liked to have it in places where there was a danger of being caught, and it turned her on. Evan when she was on, she wanted sex, there's always another hole you can use she'd say.

The problem was Terry I honestly thought this was the normal behaviour for a girl, she being my first.

We broke up when I found out she was also seeing another cadet. I think you could say she was a nymphomaniac."

"You didn't have a good start darling with girls then?"

"I did with the second girl."

"Oh, who was she?"

"You."

Terry's mouth opened in shock at this revelation.

"So what you're saying is I'm the only girl you have taken out and had sex with apart from the nymphomaniac."

"Yes, oh, I've doubled up on dates but never gone more than shaking hands."

Terry suddenly realised why he had been so slow with her; he'd wanted her, but afraid she may be another Dawn.

She rolled over looking down on his face, "Oh, Bobby darling I do love you so very much," and then she kissed him tenderly.

They lay there wrapped up in their own thoughts, as the headboard started up again.

Terry's eyes opened, with a start she realised she must have dosed off, she glanced at Bobby; he was sleeping, his chest rising and falling at even intervals indicating a deep sleep.

She smiled looking at him; he was tired; she knew he was putting long hours in at the airfield, too long; she'd seen it in his eyes when they spoke on the computer, and she guessed the other three men were doing the same.

And yet they never bitched about it.

She quietly got off the bed pausing to get a bra and thong from the drawer, before entering the bathroom. After her shower, she slipped into her jeans and a polo shirt and sandals, picking up her purse she closed the door as quietly as she could.

She headed to the motel reception lobby; there was a vending machine there, and she fancied a coffee.

She was surprised to see July and Sue sat outside at a table with plastic cups in front of them. After getting coffee from the machine, she joined them.

It seemed that not only Bobby was fast asleep. July picked up the cigarette packet in front of her and offered Sue one; Terry hesitated then took one herself; it was very rare for her to smoke, but she felt the need for one.

"There knacked," Sue said bitterness in her voice "and for what, just to get those bloody plane's ready so they can go over there, and try to get themselves killed."

"Sue," Terry said gently "They have too. Its better that they have everything right on the aircraft, before they get out there. Otherwise, they could get killed and not by the Taliban. It's no different from you and me rehearsing before a concert."

"Terry's right Sue," July said, "all we can do is to support then in the only way a woman can."

Sue brightened up a little, "Well if yours is as bad as mine, they need a hell of a lot of support."

"Well I'm not complaining," July said chuckling.

Terry smiled and nodded.

July went on "I don't know where Bill gets his energy from, it must be the air they breathe up there, but," she blushed "I'm always ready for it too, I've never been like that with other boyfriends I've had."

"Tim's always rampant," Sue said, "He's almost worn me out on occasion, but only almost." She smiled shyly.

They looked at Terry, "I have to admit Bobby has his moments," she smiled "It could be the job they do, they fly on the edge, and so they tend to live life on the edge."

They saw Carol coming, after getting a drink she sat down with them.

"Sleeping?" July asked.

Carol nodded; she looked at the other three with a raised an eyebrow, and they all nodded.

"Terry," Carol began "what the hell were you two up too in there, the bloody wall almost fell in."

Terry's face turned red "It was the drawer chest," she stammered, "I'm sorry Carol."

"Oh, don't be sorry," Carol said a sly smile on her face "we were pressed up against the wall listening, I can't tell you what we were doing with our hands at the time."

"Wow," Sue muttered.

"God that makes me horny just thinking of it," July whispered.

They started taking about how their men responded, first hesitantly but getting more graphic as they realised that their man, was not so kinky, as Sue put it, after all. They talked about what seemed to turn them on or worked best.

Terry realised she was moist; all the talking had roused her.

Suddenly Sue jumped up from the table.

"Well I don't know about you ladies, but I'm going to wake him up, he's had enough rest."

"Feeling horny Sue?" July asked.

Sue nodded; she looked at the other three, each in turn nodded, and they all rose from the table together.

She could hear him in the shower when she returned, in mere seconds she was naked when she opened the shower door.

The eight of them gathered outside ready to drive to the pub, which served roast dinners.

The girls had changed into skirts, miniskirts apart from Sue, which was more micro than mini.

Terry's was black leather with a zip down the front length of it. With white lace, blouse her black bra showing beneath it.

The men were in slacks and jackets with open neck shirts. Robert and Terry piled into Tim's BMW while Tom and Carol piled into July's Focus.

Their table was all set for them, when they arrived. July had booked it earlier.

They'd been put in the annex room off the main restaurant due to the size of the large round table in one corner by the wall.

Robert and Terry took their place with their backs to the wall, as it was only 5-45pm the annex was empty.

The waiter came over and apologised that there would be a twenty-minute delay before the roasts would be ready, so they ordered wine.

Everyone was talking across the table; Tim and Sue were chatting to Tom Bill and July about cars, while Terry was talking to Carol about the songs that would be on her next album.

She was sat with her elbows on the table her arms raised clasping her hands. After a while, he grew slightly bored with the conversation but continued to watch her face as she talked.

He slid his hand under the tablecloth placing it on her knee, sliding it the eight or nine inches that the tight skirt would allow. Her face showed no reaction.

He moved his hand to the tang of the zip and slowly drew it up, the skirt opening, and he saw her eyes quickly glance at him, before returning to Carol.

He began to stroke her thigh; she was holding her legs together tightly, and he continued to stroke the outside of her thigh, at the same time appearing to be, listening to their conversation.

He could feel the muscle in her thigh relaxing as she parted her legs slightly, his hand moved to the inside of her thigh; he commenced stroking again reaching the material of her thong.

He noticed the whiteness of her knuckles as she held her hands tighter. She opened her legs more; he pushed the thong material over to the side his finger stroking the crease of her lips.

"I'm sorry Carol I missed that", her voice hesitant, they began talking again, the lips began to open, the finger slowly entering; she was moist. She glanced at him again; he could see the green of her eyes had darkened.

Carol turned to reply to something Tom asked her.

Terry's hand was suddenly gripping his wrist, trying to pull it away, with the strength that surprised him.

She was saved when the waiter appeared with their meals.

Back at number 15, after the meal, Terry rounded on him as soon as the door closed.

"You swine," she hissed, "I almost came in there, and it was so embarrassing,"

She was getting undressed; she was down to her bra and thong, she continued "I'm sure Carol noticed; it's hard to keep concentration when you fiancé is groping you."

"Darling" he said "I seem to remember feeling similarly embarrassed in a London night club," he said grinning.

"Damn you Bobby," slipping off the thong and bra "I can't even be allowed to be angry with you."

She lay down on the bed looking at him, her voice changed becoming husky "Now where were, you before dinner was served."

She lay in his arms pushing his unruly hair back from his forehead, when the headboard next door started again, I must tell Carol about that she thought, but then she felt his Nibbs stirring, Bobby's hearing it too, she realised, perhaps on second thoughts I won't.

She was back in her thong and bra sat in front of the mirror brushing her hair; Bobby was still naked on the bed, when he asked.

"You never told me about your first time."

She looked at him in the reflection of the mirror.

"Not much to tell really, I was nineteen, training at the Academy, Sue, Carol and I shared a flat at the time.

Sue had an invite to a party thrown by students from London University; she talked us into going, Carol and I never went out much, couldn't afford it.

Any how the party was somewhere in the East End; I remember it was a large room with mattresses stacked against the wall with candles around the walls, cushions on the floor, all very hippy.

The booze was cheap red wine out of boxes; there must have been a dozen or more there at it.

We had a few dances and a lot to drink and I found myself sat in a corner on a cushion chatting to this guy. At one stage he pulled out a tin with roll ups in it, knowing he was a student I thought he couldn't afford packet cigarettes, well I took one, we had more wine I was beginning to feel quite happy in a strange way. I had another of his roll ups, and the room started to spin.

He must have noticed my condition he helped me to my feet and led me to another room with mattresses on the floor, he laid me down, and I blacked out.

When I woke the next morning, I was naked, and so was he, still sleeping. There was blood on my thighs."

She turned to look at him, "Not, very romantic was it. The rest of that month I was so scared that I may be pregnant, I can't tell you the relief I felt when I came on. That's when I decided to go on the pill, better safe than sorry." She smiled, but her eyes didn't.

"Where there others?"

'Do you really want to know Bobby?'

He nodded, "Three before I met you." She whispered, "Two of them; it only lasted about a month; it was only sex they were interested in. The last one I met at a reception, he was something in the city, and he took me out to the finest restaurants and bought me clothes and jewellery. He had this big apartment in the West End that he would take me too; he dazzled me, and he was eighteen years older than I.

Then one day I was flicking through a magazine, and there was an article about him, and photographs of his home in Guildford along with his wife and three kids.

I never saw him again.

I felt like a whore. That was nearly six years ago."

He looked at her and saw the tears rolling down her cheek.

"Disappointed with me Bobby?" she whispered.

He rose from the bed and took her in his arms, her head at his shoulder he could hear the quite sobs.

"Terry darling," he whispered "That's all in the past, what matters now is our future together."

She lifted her tear-streaked face looking at him.

"Bobby I've never felt, like I feel for you with any one, I never thought such feelings existed."

He kissed her, long lingering kiss.

To be continued.