Your Silver Nights and Golden Days Pt. 01

This story begins four years after "Throwin' Pennies in the Bay."

The following events occurred in 1985, long before the "Don't ask, don't tell" policy was in place in the military. Being an active lesbian was risking your career, especially for an officer.

© 2020-2023 Candy_Kane54

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I was starting my new assignment today. I arrived in the area last week, settling into my new residence, but today would be my first day in the office. Luckily, my possessions, including my 1980 Ford Mustang convertible, showed up in time to set up my place. I did visit the facilities last Friday to scope out the building I would be working in.

For this assignment, I was leasing a two-bedroom condo in El Segundo, less than twenty minutes from the base. I was lucky to get it. It turned out that the owner was an Air Force officer who was being assigned back east, and he didn't want to sell it, so I got a terrific deal on a four-year lease for it.

I had worked my current assignment to Acquisitions Systems Command (ASC) at Los Angeles Air Force Station (AFS). Typically, an Air Force Base has a runway, while an Air Force Station doesn't. Los Angeles AFS was a collection of office buildings, a gymnasium and athletic field, and a commissary. It didn't even have living quarters. They were located at the army facility at Fort MacArthur in San Pedro, quite a commute for any enlisted personnel assigned to Los Angeles AFS. Officers got a housing allowance and were on their own to find a place to live.

I was looking forward to meeting my civilian co-workers and fellow officers after reporting to my new commander. The Strategic Defense Initiative (SDI) was finally fully funded, and the Brilliant Eyes program was an integral part of it. The Pentagon was anxious to get the SDI programs through the Request for Proposal (RFP) process and get contracts awarded as quickly as possible.

My job was to ensure the contractors interested in working on the Brilliant Eyes program understood what the RFP was asking for. I would be briefing each of the four contractor teams that expressed an interest in this program whenever the requirements changed, or there were questions about them. Based on my previous experience working with Infrared (IR) sensor systems at the Air Force Weapons lab, I was perfect for the job.

With that in mind, I wanted to make a good impression. As I went through my morning toilet and laid out the uniform I would wear today, I studied my image in the mirror. I had long, straight honey-blonde hair halfway down my back and sapphire blue eyes. I was 5' 2" tall and weighed 104 pounds. I was a knockout and always turned heads, men and women alike. I was sure I could still rock my high school cheerleader outfit even as I would be celebrating my 32nd birthday next week.

After deciding on the skirt instead of the trousers today, I finished donning my uniform. I had great legs and loved to flaunt them. I then put a quick French braid in my hair and pinned it up into a loose bun to keep it in regulation (i.e., off the collar) while wearing the uniform. I loved my long hair and have resisted getting it cut, but someday I would get tired of putting it up all the time and get it shortened to shoulder length. But I won't just yet.

The weather was lovely ... 72 degrees and sunny, much better than the weather in Ohio. As I walked through the quadrangle, I smiled as I noticed I was turning heads. I briefly thought about my last assignment to the Foreign Technology Division (FTD) at Wright-Patterson AFB. I hoped my new assignment wouldn't involve foreign travel like that one had. That had been as much drama as I wanted to experience, although it had greatly enhanced my career. I smiled as I remembered Col. Travis getting his first star and how appreciative he had been for my part in helping him get it.

I reported to my new commander, Colonel Lyles, and he made sure I knew he was really looking forward to my making a significant impact on the program. In fact, he had already scheduled 'Meet and Greets' with all four contractors for me, starting tomorrow morning at one of the two local contractors. After hearing his enthusiasm about the program, I was sure I would enjoy this assignment.

Meeting the rest of my team went well. The team was made up of a great group of people. The civilian co-workers were laid back, but it was apparent that they knew what they were doing. Many of them were employees of The Aerospace Corp, located across Aviation Boulevard from my office building. The officers I would interact with were all nerds like me, not jackasses (most of them ring knockers) like some officers I've worked with. Meeting everybody took up most of the morning.

I had checked out the cafeteria across the commons when I visited last Friday and found they didn't have much in the line of salads for lunch. I decided to look for a nice restaurant for lunch, and, asking around, Jack's Salad Bar and Grill, located in Manhattan Beach, was recommended to me by several co-workers. After getting directions, I drove to the address given to me and saw that it was a quality place, just a short distance from the beach. Parking was at a premium, but I did find a spot nearby. I got out of my car, straightened my skirt, and put on my cap. As I walked up to the door, I checked my reflection in the window: I rocked my uniform, and my three-inch heels made my legs and ass look good.

I entered, removing my cap, and the hostess directed me to a table by the window. As I followed her, I noted that the outfits of the wait staff were high-rise cuffed shorties and tees with breast pockets. I sat down and picked up my menu.

Almost immediately, a waitress bounced over to my table and, after a brief moment of distraction, said, "Hi! I'm Bonnie. I'll be your server today. Can I start you out with something to drink?"

I checked Bonnie out, and I liked what I saw. She was about my age, height, and build, with straight brown hair down to the middle of her back in a ponytail, brown eyes, and a round face with a broad smile that looked like it went from ear to ear. She was really rocking the outfit. Her low-top sneakers and ruffled ankle socks made her look like a teenager.

I answered, "Thanks, Bonnie. I'll have some unsweetened iced tea with lemon." I always made it a habit to use the name of the person who waited on me. I liked to make them feel like I was treating them as an equal and not as a servant. Also, I love interacting with people when I get the chance. I had the bad habit of burying myself in my work and could go for a long time without interacting with anybody.

"Okay," replied Bonnie, smiling in appreciation that I cared enough to use her name. "Do you need a minute to look at the menu?"

"Yes, please," I said, adding silently, "I'll also need a minute to check you out."

As Bonnie walked away, I couldn't help but admire how her shorts hugged her ass. Her long, toned, and tanned legs were hypnotizing. Her ponytail swinging side to side was mesmerizing. I was figuratively biting my hand to stop saying, "Wow!" I tore my eyes away with difficulty and went back to reading the menu, amazed at the large selection of salads. I checked them out and made my choice.

As Bonnie returned to my table with my drink, I was sure she noticed I was checking her out. She returned as good as she got as her eyes darted over my body. The heat started rising in the pit of my stomach as I realized that this woman was making me needy. I desperately needed the iced tea she was holding as I tried to keep my composure.

"Are you ready to order?" Bonnie asked as she bent down to place my glass of iced tea on the table, a smile playing on her luscious lips that, up close, I suddenly realized were very kissable.

"Yes, Bonnie," I said, suddenly feeling the need to lick my lips, my nipples aching as they worked to come to attention. "I'd like the Strawberry Pecan Salad with balsamic vinaigrette dressing on the side, please."

"Good choice," Bonnie replied, her eyes boring into mine. Her tongue flicked quickly across her lips, wetting them and making them even more kissable. "That's one of my favorites. I'll get your order right in." She turned and bounced away, my eyes again drawn to her taut ass, admiring how it moved. I internalized a groan as I thought about what I'd like to do to that ass, not to mention the rest of her toned and fit body. "Down, girl," I thought, "she's probably taken."

I spent the next few minutes checking out the restaurant and the other employees. It was a well-appointed place, and all the staff members were friendly and tuned into their customers. I noticed that I was the only person in uniform, which garnered some surreptitious glances from the other patrons and the staff.

Bonnie returned shortly with my salad. She refilled my iced tea and asked, "Is there anything else I can get for you?"

I said, "No, I'm good for right now, Bonnie. Thank you!" I flashed Bonnie a smile, which she returned before leaving me to my lunch.

I dug in and enjoyed the salad. Bonnie came around twice to ask if everything was fine. I kept my eye on her as she worked her rounds. I enjoyed the view whenever Bonnie bent over a table to deliver the food and drinks. She came over with the check and laid it on the table when I was done. I pulled out a twenty and placed it on the bill.

When Bonnie came over to pick up the check, I caught her eye and said, "Keep the change."

She smiled and said, "Thank you. I hope you enjoyed your lunch?"

"Yes, very much," I replied.

Bonnie picked up the twenty, folded it in half, and tucked it in her breast pocket, her hand lingering on her breast a beat longer than necessary as her eyes held mine the whole time. She gave me a big smile and walked away, working her walk, knowing she had my undivided attention.

I got up and left, heading back to the base. As I settled into my desk that afternoon, I couldn't help but think about Bonnie and her effect on me. I tried to analyze what it was about Bonnie that drew my attention in such a way since I usually prefer my women to be tall, blonde, and curvy. I sighed and put those thoughts aside as I got back into the flow of preparing for my first meeting with contractors wanting more details about the RFP.

That night, I went to bed, my brain still running in circles about the contractor briefing the next day. I had found that the best way to get my mind to turn off was to pleasure myself. So I started to think about my last romantic fling: Alex, a tall, curvy blonde with whom I had a three-month affair four years ago. For a moment, sadness overcame me as I regretted how it had ended. "Water under the bridge," I thought as I started fantasizing about that first night.

I cupped my right breast with my right hand, catching my nipple between my thumb and forefinger. My left hand worked down to my mound, my middle and ring fingers working between my folds, my thumb stimulating my clit. I thought about Alex's warm mouth on my breasts and my clit, her tongue working between my folds. The heat started rising in my pussy as I sped up my thrusting, making sure to curve my fingers to stimulate my g-spot. I pulled and pinched my nipple as I thought about the heat of Alex's sex as I went down on her, tonguing her slit and sucking her clit. At the same time, my middle and ring finger was pistoning in and out of her pussy. Without realizing it immediately, Alex morphed into Bonnie just as I climaxed. As I came down, I realized that I was still thinking about Bonnie as I fell down the rabbit hole into sleep.

The next day I drove down the 405 to the Rockwell facilities in Seal Beach to meet the contractor team working on the RFP. I decided I would need to get a new car, especially with all of the driving I'd be doing if I had to come here a lot. This initial meeting was more for me to reach out and familiarize myself with the group (and the team to get to know me). I was pleased to find several females on the contractor team since the aerospace industry was still heavily male in makeup. This took up my whole day, so the contractors had lunch catered for everyone. I got to socialize with the team, and I was sure that I would be able to work well with this team. A couple of women caught my eye, and I looked forward to seeing them again. Once the meeting had broken up, and after dinner at Avila's El Ranchito, a lovely Mexican restaurant near the beach, I headed back up the 405. Now that Seal Beach was in my rearview mirror, I could start thinking about things other than RFP requirements. Naturally, I started thinking about Bonnie again.

As I dressed for bed in my usual outfit of sleeping tee and panties, I tried to analyze why Bonnie had had such an impact on my libido. I imagined holding her body against mine. My hands were on her ass, massaging her cheeks while her breasts were crushed against mine. Our lips were locked, and our tongues were wrestling each other as though participating in a death match. I was getting hot thinking about that, so I started running my hands over my breasts, feeling my hard nipples scraping my palms. My left hand wandered down to the hem of the tee and pulled it up so I could access my mound. My fingers slipped under my panties. They traveled up and down my slit, my middle finger dipping between my lips, feeling the wetness there. The base of my thumb would touch my clit as my fingers reached the bottom of my slit, sending a pulse of pleasure straight to my nipples and brain.

My right hand slipped under my tee, and I cupped my left breast. I pulled my nipple between my thumb and forefinger while rolling it before letting go and feeling that snap as the nipple resumed its place. I alternated between both nipples, faster and faster, harder and harder, as my left hand sped up its ministrations to my pussy and clit. As I threw myself off the cliff, I cried, "Oh, God, Bonnie!" As I recovered and my breathing settled down, I thought I was really falling hard for a woman I didn't know anything about. With that, I fell asleep, wondering what the hell was wrong with me.

The next day, I was in the office preparing for my meeting with the TRW contractor group, just a mile or two south of here on Aviation Boulevard from the base. When it was lunchtime, I had to go back to Jack's. When I arrived, I asked the hostess if I could be seated where Bonnie was waiting tables. The hostess checked the table assignments and sat me by the window again.

As before, Bonnie came bouncing over and, as she must have recognized me from my previous visit, smiled and said, "Well, hello again, Captain. Unsweetened iced tea, right?"

"Yes, Bonnie," I replied with a smile, pleased that she remembered what I had to drink last time and impressed that she recognized my military rank. I must have made a good impression on her. "By the way, you don't need to call me Captain; my name is Virginia," I added, hoping I wasn't being too forward.

"Well, Virginia, I'll be right back with your drink," Bonnie replied, flashing another smile.

I watched her walk away, again mesmerized by how her ass moved. I kept my eyes on that incredible ass until she ducked into the kitchen.

With a sigh, I turned to the menu to choose a salad.

Within a minute, Bonnie was heading my way with my iced tea. I ran my eyes up and down her body, drinking in her beauty. She wore a similar outfit to last time, still with the ruffled ankle socks. She put my drink on the table in front of me. Feeling daring, I said, "I like your socks," as my eyes trailed down her shapely toned legs.

"Thanks," said Bonnie as she pointed the toe of her left foot and turned her ankle back and forth, causing the ruffles to flutter as she showed them off. "By the way, Virginia, you look good in uniform," she hesitated before adding, "but I think I prefer the skirt to the trousers ... you have nice legs." Bonnie had her lower lip caught between her teeth at the revelation as though she thought she may have been too bold.

"Thank you, Bonnie," I replied. "I actually do prefer skirts to trousers, but sometimes I need to wear trousers due to my work." I smiled at her to reassure her that she had not offended me with her comment. In fact, I was rather pleased that she was interested in my appearance.

"So, do you know what you want to order?" Bonnie asked, her smile returning to her face.

"Yes, I'd like the Chef Salad with honey mustard dressing on the side," I answered, putting the menu away and sitting back as I picked up my iced tea to take a drink.

"Good choice. That's one of my favorites. I'll get your order right in," Bonnie replied, just as she had last time. She turned and bounced away, my eyes following her again until she entered the kitchen.

When Bonnie returned with my salad, I tried to strike up a conversation. As she placed my salad on the table and went to refill my iced tea, I asked, "Bonnie, I'm new to the area. What is there to do around the area at night and on weekends?"

Bonnie's face lit up, and she quickly looked over her shoulder as she said, "Give me a minute to take care of the other table, and I'll come over and chat for a bit." She reached out and put her fingertips on my arm, sending an electrical shock that went straight to my nipples and pussy. I gasped a quiet "Oh!" from the waves that reverberated through my body. She must have felt it, too, because her eyes suddenly dilated before turning and hurrying away to take care of business. I sat there, so shaken by what had just happened, that I didn't raise my eyes until Bonnie returned to my table.

"So, Virginia, there are many different things to do around here. Tell me what you like, and I'll be able to narrow it down a bit," Bonnie said as she slipped into the chair opposite me.

My heart clenched when she asked that. Instead of just rattling off a bunch of places, Bonnie seemed interested in what I wanted to do. Feeling encouraged by her interest in me, I replied, "Well, I like to go to a quiet bar for beers and bar food once in a while. I like to dance but not the head banging, body slamming kind." As I spoke, I leaned forward, putting my arms on the edge of the table to connect better with Bonnie.

Bonnie did the same and leaned forward, so our faces were close. "Well, I think Mac's over on Highland Avenue would fit the first. They have good bar food and a large selection of bottled and draft beers. I go there occasionally when I can get my mom to watch the boys."

My heart sank as I considered what Bonnie had just said. "Oh, you're married?" I asked, mentally crossing my fingers.

"Oh, no," Bonnie answered quickly, holding up her left hand to show that there was no ring on it. "My husband left the boys and me years ago. Long story short, he didn't want to be tied down to one woman and kids."

"Men," I answered, shaking my head. "Can't live with them ... Can't kill them," I snarked, relieved that I didn't have to contend with a husband but would have to think about the fact she has children.

Bonnie laughed at my jape, and I really liked the sound of her laugh. I hoped I would be able to make her laugh many more times. "Anyway," she continued, "for the dancing, there's a club over on Richmond Street in El Segundo called the Purple Orchid that I heard was a nice place." She looked over her shoulder and jumped up, saying, "Oops, I've got to go take care of my other customers." She hurried back to the kitchen.

While she was gone, I mulled over the fact Bonnie was apparently straight and had two boys. Did I want to get into a relationship with a woman with kids? Would Bonnie even be interested in a lesbian relationship? Yet there was an attraction there. I didn't imagine the spark and the fact that she seemed to have felt it too.