Welcome to San Diego

WELCOME TO SAN DIEGO

Sunday, November 26.

After 17 hours on two different plane rides, Rick Storm had finally arrived at San Diego International Airport on the Sunday evening after Thanksgiving holiday. He had never been to San Diego before and was excited for the new duty station assignment.

Storm is a U.S. Marine and had been stationed in Okinawa, Japan for the last 12 months. While he had enjoyed his time and experiences in Japan, he was glad to be back on American soil. Having just re-enlisted for another four years of service, he would now be in San Diego for the next three years. He had requested to be assigned to MCRD San Diego, and by being granted his request he would now be in charge of one of the supply warehouses at the base.

Monday, November 27

On Monday morning, Storm went to the supply admin office to check in with his new commanding officer and meet the other Marines that he would be working with. He walked into the admin office and went up to a female Lance Corporal seated at a desk and introduced himself.

"Good morning. I'm Corporal Storm. I'm here to see Lieutenant Swanson."

The Lance Corporal looked at him and introduced herself, "Hi. I'm LCpl Wilson. The LT is not here, but Gunny Ramos is. I'll show you to his office."

As she walked in front of him he couldn't help but notice her body. Even in her camouflage uniform you could make out she was in great shape. She was very pretty, tiny, approximately 5'2", with blonde hair and blue eyes. She looked and sounded very much like a Midwestern girl; maybe a farmer's daughter that probably joined the Marines to get out of Nebraska or Missouri and get some excitement in her life.

"Gunny, there's someone here to see you." she said as she walked through an office door.

"Good morning, Gunny. I'm Cpl Storm." Storm added as he extended his hand towards the Gunnery Sergeant. Gunny Ramos was a short, stocky man with salt and pepper hair.

"Good morning, Corporal. Glad you've made it. We've heard a lot about you. Have you settled into the barracks?" the Gunny asked while shaking Storm's hand.

"Yes, I have. I'm really happy to be here. I'm looking forward to getting to work." Storm replied.

"Good. Let me introduce you around."

The Gunny led him out of his office and introduced him to other Marines in the admin area.

"This is LCpl Diaz. He's only been here about six months. PFC White here just arrived last month and he was just promoted to PFC. Sergeant Caldwell isn't here yet, but I'll make sure she goes and introduces herself when she arrives. She's a short-timer. She'll be deploying to Okinawa in January, so maybe you can fill her in on what to expect when she gets there. The ladies in the other offices in this building are putting together a little birthday, slash farewell party for her in a couple of weeks (Dec 15). There are several civilian workers in this building, so you'll see them around every day. You've already met LCpl Wilson. She's been here for a little over a year and hopefully getting promoted soon. Right, Wilson?" he directed towards her with a smile.

"I hope so, sir!" she replied.

"Don't call me 'sir'. I work for a living." Both the Gunny and Wilson said at the same time while she had a big smile on her face.

"Lastly," the Gunny continued, "the C.O., Lt. Swanson, has been called to Parris Island for a couple of weeks and then goes on leave until January. So, you have some time before having to deal with some brass."

The Gunny continued talking as he walked Storm out of the admin building and across the street towards the warehouse where he would be working. "You'll be at the Property Control warehouse. It's where we store gear for the recruits going through basic training. You'll provide new recruits their gear when they first arrive for basic... utility belt, harness, canteens, ponchos... all that shit. Once they finish third phase of training, they will come back to return all the gear. The team is then responsible to inspect and redistribute the gear for incoming recruits if it's still in good working order."

Storm noticed that the warehouse was small, especially in comparison to the warehouse he worked at in Okinawa. All the warehouses at the base are small and look almost identical; tin metal walls, dull-yellow in color, with peaked rooftops that had solar panels on them.

As soon as they arrive at the warehouse the Gunny introduces all the other Marines. Sergeant Collins was the NCO in charge; Storm would be reporting to him. Then there were the three R's; LCpl Rollins, LCpl Rosario, and LCpl Roberts. The expectation would be that Storm would take over as NCO in charge when Sgt. Collins reported to his next duty station in March. The Gunny left and Collins gave Storm a tour of the warehouse, repeated what they did there and told him the schedule for distributions and collections. He then proceeded to tell him about the three R's. Rollins and Roberts were hard workers but needed more guidance. Both came from Texas and loved to drink on a daily basis. Rosario was really close with Wilson as they were roommates in the barracks. They were complete opposites. While Wilson was a blonde, blue eyed, white girl from the Midwest, Rosario was a Puerto Rican from the northeast with tan skin, black hair and big brown eyes. Storm had also noticed that Rosario's body rivaled that of Wilson's. Collins noticed Storm looking at Rosario and told him that the C.O. was very much against fraternization. Storm got the message loud and clear.

Then Collins continued, "Besides, there are so many hot women in San Diego that you won't even think about hooking up with any WM's." Storm smiled to himself as he thought about how he had not had any issues hooking up with women Marines (WM's) while he was in Japan.

Collins left Storm alone with the rest of the team so that he can get to know them. They asked him questions regarding his years of service. The typical questions a lot of young Marines ask when they first meet another Marine. Had he seen any action? Where did he go for boot camp? What battalion he had graduated with? And lastly, what was Okinawa like?

"Looks like I got here at the right time. I definitely need to hear the answer to that one," said a female voice from behind him.

Storm turned around to see Sgt. Caldwell. His mind went blank for a second. She was not what he was expecting. She spoke with a hint of an accent. She was about 5'7", tan skin, light brown hair, hazel eyes, and absolutely stunning. She was incredibly well put together. Her hair was pulled back tight and her uniform was perfect as she stood by the bay door of the warehouse. She seemed completely professional even as she smiled waiting for him to talk about Okinawa.

Storm finally spoke, "Okinawa was okay. It was interesting to see a different culture, but I'm glad to be back in the U.S."

"That's it? I was hoping to hear more than that." Caldwell said with a disappointed look on her face. "That doesn't get me excited about going there at all."

Collins, having heard Caldwell's voice came out of his office to see her. He'd had a bit of a crush on her since first meeting her.

"Hey, C!" he greeted her loudly with a big smile on his face.

"Hey, C." she replied, smiling back at Collins.

"What brings you to the warehouse?" he asked.

"I came to introduce myself to our new Corporal. Hi, I'm Sgt. Caldwell." she said as she extended her hand towards Storm.

"Cpl Storm. Nice to meet you." he said as he shook her hand.

"I'm looking forward to working with you," she replied. "Maybe I can pick your brain about Okinawa. I'm heading there in January."

"Sure. Any time you want."

With that, Sgt. Caldwell said goodbye to everyone and started heading towards the admin office. Storm couldn't help but watch her as she walked away.

For the next couple of weeks, Storm would get to know San Diego and his warehouse team. He bought a used Jeep Wrangler and met other Marines in the barracks to hang out with. Everyone showed him around to all the places they figured he'd like... Mission Bay, Ocean Beach, Old Town, Balboa Park, the Gaslamp Quarter... In just a couple weeks he had fallen in love with his new home, and Collins had been right, there were a lot of beautiful women in San Diego.

Friday, December 8

As luck would have it, Storm was assigned barracks guard duty on his second Friday in San Diego. Luckily he got the first watch so he would be on guard duty from 6pm until midnight, rather than from midnight until 6am.

Guard duty was very uneventful, no one came to visit anyone, there weren't any calls from the local police about Marines getting arrested, and there weren't any emergencies. It's the kind of night you want during guard duty, but pretty boring.

At approximate 11:30pm the phone in the guard room rang. Immediately, Storm's mind figured it was the local police.

Storm answered the phone, "You've reached the MCRD barracks, Cpl Storm on duty. How may I help you?"

"Hi, I'm looking for LCpl Marquez," said the female voice on the other end.

"Have you tried calling his cell phone?" Storm asked.

"He doesn't have one yet. But I know he's in room 302, could you please get him?"

"This is not what we're supposed to do, but hold on. I'll see if he's there." Storm figured he might as well since there was nothing else going on.

Storm went to room 302 and knocked on the door but there was no answer. He returned to the guard room and picked up the phone, "There was no one in room 302. He and his roommate are probably out for the night."

"Ugh... figures. Can I leave him a message?" she asked.

"Absolutely not, that's not what the guard on duty does," he replied with a little bit of sarcasm.

The voice on the phone laughed then continued, "I'm sorry. He's my cousin and I've been trying to meet up with him since he got here on Monday and can't seem to get a hold of him."

"He's your cousin, really? Hmm...This sounds more like a booty call to me."

"Oh my God, gross!" the caller laughed. "I'm serious, my name is Rosanna Marquez. His dad and my dad are brothers. He's a few years younger than me but he's one of my favorite cousins. My uncle told me that he had been stationed here and I've been trying to get a hold of him since Wednesday."

"Are you sure?" Storm asked as he laughed.

"Yes! I don't believe in kissing cousins, that's gross. You're funny, but in all seriousness, he really is my cousin and I just wanted to meet up with him and go get a drink and catch up."

"Well, I apologize, but I'm only on duty until midnight and then I'm out. I will slide a note under his door to tell him you called, but that's all I can do."

"That's fine. I guess I'll wait for him to call me when he gets the message."

"Okay. Have a good night then."

"No! Wait...wait... so you're off duty at midnight?"

"Yeah..."

"Do YOU want to meet for drinks?"

"Just drinks?"

"I don't know", she replied with a laugh. "I don't know what you look like."

"I don't know what you look like either."

"I'm short, with wavy black hair and dark brown eyes and I'm a little curvy. What about you?"

"I'm 5'11" with dark hair, green eyes..."

"Green eyes?" she interrupted.

"Yeah... Is that a problem?"

"No. That's just my kryptonite." She laughed as she said it.

With that they settled on where to meet and as soon as his replacement arrived at the guard room, Storm changed out of his uniform and left to meet Rosanna.

Storm pulled up in his Jeep next to Rosanna's car in the parking lot they had decided to meet at. Rosanna was very pretty, which was a nice surprise, and curvy as she had said, but the curves were in all the right places. Storm had wondered if when she said curvy, she actually meant overweight.

Rosanna got into the Jeep and they went to a local pub for a few drinks. They had great conversation and a lot of laughs, and before they knew it, it was last call. As they got to the Jeep, Rosanna grabbed Storm and kissed him. He was taken by surprise, but didn't hold himself back.

"I don't want to go home. Let's get a room," she said as she ran her hand down his chest. Storm agreed and they went to the nearest motel.

Once inside the motel room they began kissing immediately. Rosanna unbuttoned Storm's shirt as they kissed and once it was off his body she was mesmerized by his body; the muscles, the abs. Storm lifted Rosanna's shirt over her head and just the same was mesmerized by her curves; soft body, with great boobs.

As they continued undressing each other Rosanna dropped to her knees and undid his jeans. As she lowered them she was in shock by the size of his cock. It wasn't fully hard yet and already was bigger than any she had ever seen.

She grabbed it and began working it with her mouth. It immediately got extremely hard and she noticed that she couldn't even wrap her fingers around its girth. His cock was huge. She ran her tongue up and down the shaft and sucked on his balls before licking back up to the head and putting it in her mouth again. She could barely fit more than the head inside her mouth, but she worked it as much as she could. She used her hands on the shaft as she sucked and used her tongue on the head. It was an amazing blow job and Storm knew that if he let her continue he would end up cumming a lot sooner than he wanted to.

Stormed reached down and picked Rosanna up and pushed her onto the bed. He removed her thong and noticed that they were already drenched in wetness. He lowered his face onto her completely shaved mound and ran his tongue up her slit and slowly flicked her clit. He circled the clit with is tongue and then slid down her slit and pushed his tongue into her pussy. He then pulled out and ran his tongue from her taint, through her slit and back up to her clit, sucking lightly on her clit when he got there. She moaned and grasped the sheets as he continued to eat her out. After several minutes an orgasm took over her body and she moaned loudly as her hips started shaking uncontrollably. She grabbed his head and pulled him up on top of her. He grabbed his rock hard cock and touched the head of his dick to her pussy. Slowly, he began pushing into her, opening her up. She moaned in ecstasy at first, but as he went deeper, the moans turned into screams of pleasure and a barrage of dirty words. This only drove him to fuck her deeper and harder.

"FUUUUCK!" she screamed and dug her nails into his back as she had the biggest orgasm she had ever had. When she came down from the orgasmic high, he turned her over and began fucking her from behind. From this angle he could drive his cock into her even deeper than before. She screamed some more, louder and louder as the orgasms kept coming. Eventually her knees went weak and she couldn't keep herself up anymore. He pulled out, turned her over again and picked her up so that she could ride his cock while he was standing up. He put his arms under her legs, cupping her ass and bouncing her up and down on his cock while she buried her face into his neck and screamed in unadulterated delight. When he finally felt like he was about to cum, he lowered her onto the bed, pulled out of her and came onto her chest. Some of his cum hitting her chin due the force of his release. They both laughed at how close some of it came to landing in her mouth.

"Oh my fucking God!" she said as they lay on the bed, both glistening from sweat and smiling from the orgasmic delights. "I've never been fucked that good before."

"You're welcome," Storm replied and they both started laughing.

***

As they arrived at Rosanna's car they both looked at each other and smiled. Before Storm could say a word, Rosanna put a finger to his lips and stopped him.

"Don't say anything. I have to tell you that as much fun as this was... this can't happen again. I'm married and my husband will be back from his tour next Thursday. So unfortunately, this was a one-time thing."

"You have a husband? And what do you mean 'back from his tour'? Is he a musician?"

"No, he's a Petty Officer Second Class and the submarine arrives on Thursday."

"He's in the Navy?! Fuck me!" Storm said in shock.

"I'm sorry I didn't say anything before," she said with shy look on her face. "And this was awesome... I have never cum like that with anyone else, not even him, but I can't cheat on my husband while he's home."

"When does he leave back on tour?" he asked. They both laughed a little.

"You have a nice big cock, and I really, really want to do it again, but I can't be that girl. Plus my cousin works right on the base and I can't imagine what would happen if he found out."

"I get it. If you had told me you were married this never would have happened, so this will just have to be one of those great memories for the spank bank." They both laughed.

They kissed one last time and Rosanna got out of the Jeep and into her car. They waved goodbye as each drove in opposite directions.

Monday, December 11

On Monday of his third week at the PCD warehouse Storm got to lead in the distribution of gear to a new recruit class. This was his first time leading the distribution after watching the process for the first two weeks. The three R's helped set up the sea bags full of gear and moved the ladder platform into place while they waited for the platoons to arrive. Before they knew it, they could hear the Drill Instructors barking instructions at the recruits as they got closer and closer to the PCD warehouse. Soon they came around the corner and lined up in formation in the area between the two warehouses.

New recruits were always kind of funny. They always seemed so lost and confused. It reminded Storm of when he first arrived to basic training at Parris Island. The DI's had to yell more and do more correcting of the new recruits, and you can see the frustration on their faces.

Storm climbed to the top of the ladder platform and began the process of distribution. It required having all the recruits dump out their sea bag of gear and place it all in front of them. Then, as Storm would call out a specific item, they would grab each piece of item and hold it up, one by one confirming that they did have said piece of equipment and then placing it back in the sea bag.

While at the top of the ladder platform calling out pieces of equipment, Storm saw Caldwell standing at the warehouse door looking at him while talking to one of the DI's. She was wearing her Service C uniform, which consisted of a khaki top and olive-green skirt. The uniform fit her perfectly and accentuated all her curves. As Storm began descending the ladder platform Caldwell began walking towards him.

"Good job, Corporal."

"Thanks," he replied with a smile.

"First time?"

"Was it that obvious?" They both laughed a little.

"You did good. I was impressed."

"Thanks again."

"I have a question for you... Would you be available to help at the Christmas party next Friday? Not this Friday coming up, but next week." (Dec 22)

"Christmas party? I didn't know there was one. Do I have to?" he asked with a smirk.

"Come on, it'll be fun. We have it every year on the last Friday before Christmas. There's a lot of food and drinks and everyone brings their kids and Tim, one of our civilians, dresses up like Santa and hands out toys... It's nice!"

"Okay, fine... I'll help. What do need me to do?"

"Not much. Just help with the set up and with the clean up afterwards. That's all."

"That sounds easy enough."

"Okay, great... thanks. We can use the muscle." She said as she smiled. "I have to get back to the office. Enjoy the rest of your day!"

"Thanks!" Storm said shaking his head as he watched her turn and walk away from him. The swaying of her butt as she walked away mesmerized him. When he recovered his wits, he noticed the recruits looking at her walking and he yelled at them, "Hey! Eyes forward!" She turned and looked at him with a big smile on her face as she rounded the corner past the warehouse.