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Name: Damian 6'4" 160 pounds medium build short brown hair and blue eyes, white skin.

Coming to my home on base and taking my gear inside, it has been a terribly long day under an ungodly sun that was melting everything. No one could move their energy was sapped and two people passed out from the relentless heat. All that I need no is a hot shower to clean off my sweat, wash my soaked uniform, and spend the rest of my day watching television inside my cool, air conditioned home until the night comes. Dark clouds are on the horizon promising much needed rain for this post.


Looking at my neighborseveryone here was military and I knew that everyone suffered from this and would be doing the same as I.
 
Katherine drives up to her home on the mixed base housing. Hesitant she sits there still in full dress uniform not wanting to feel the heat and humidity that the outside offered. Enjoying the cool air in the car, she left it running for just a few minutes more.

"Ok.. I will get out in three, two, one." Darting out of her car she runs into the house. It didn't help though, she still was sweating like a pig. Pulling out the hair tie and letting her down, all she wanted to do is take that long awaited shower and grab a beer.
 
I heard the car door slam shut and a figure fly for the front door, but it was too fast to identify who it was. Goimg to the kitchen i open the fridge and reach for some juice and take it upstairs to my bathroom and begin to shed my ACU uniform feeling the cool air sending shivers up my body as i take it off and look at the shower silently standing there, waiting.
 
Everything had a place in my house. Setting the keys on the hook, my purse on the table next to the door and my hat on the hook next to the keys. Kicking off my boots and placing them under the table, I felt relieved.

Sighing out, "Shower time. Finally."

If there wasn't anything I didn't enjoy more, it was my shower time after a hard day. Dropping out of the uniform I took a sniff and held it out by two fingers. "Damn I hate PT days. That stunk!" Laughing, turning on the shower.

Walking in the bedroom as the water get hot, I noticed my window drapes were open. "Hmmm... Neighbor is home. I wonder who is over there."
 
My window has no curtains and the blinds, I though were closed, were in fact open giving an almost total unobstructed view of the interior of my secon floor. Turning about and facing the mirror after removing my ACU and undershirt I check my face in the mirror. Hmmm need a shave and brush my teeth again. Tossing the clothes to the floor and sitting on the covered toilet I start to take off my boots saying that once im done these suckers go into the wash, twice.
 
Lifting up to my tip toes, I get a great view of a man's ass. "Damn whoever it is, that's one fine hard ass." Almost falling over, I leaned on the bed to continue to look. "Come on hottie, turn around. I want to see what you look like."

Smiling wide as I stood there waiting a few moments. As the neighbor walked away all I could manage to say. "Awe damn. Oh well. Maybe it's worth going over later."

Laughing it off, I step into the steamy hot shower. Letting the water cascade down over my sore muscles.
 
Taking off my trousers and boxers I step into my own shower and turn it on maximum and feel the steamy hot water splsh against my face and chest and pause for a moment, head tilted back enjoying this moment that have yarning for all day.

Taking a bar of soap and lathering it up I start to rub it over my chest and armpits to remove the odor and bathe myself as the room fills with nearly impenetrable steam.
 
Dropping my head back and letting the water run through my hair, soaking it. Grabbing the shampoo, pouring a little in my hand and placing it in my hair. The lather smelling like sweet strawberries, dripping down her back. Rinsing it out and applying the conditioner.

While the conditioner sits in my hair, I wash the rest of the dirt and grim off my skin. The liquid vanilla scent is spread over my arms, then my chest with the scrubby. Gently I run over my perky breasts and under them. Then soaps the rest of my body in a thick bubbly lather.

Finally relaxed completely, I step back under the hot spray and let the water wash off all the soap. "God that feels good." Stopping the spray by turning off the water and grabbing the towel from the rack. Once I wrap it tight around my bodice, I lean against the counter to enjoy the thick steam.
 
I take my time cleaning, the soap and brush remove the sweat that accumilated everywhere, it flows into the drain and last rub the feet hacking off the dead skin. The only reason I stop is when the water begins to lose its temperature. I drained it so I step out and take a towel from the hook next to the toilet and wrap it around my body and go to the mirror, placing a firm hand against its face and creating a swath so i can see myself, next its a shave and brush.
 
Once the steam clears a bit, I look at the shower and spray it down with cleaner. Grabbing the comb, I brush out the knots that formed and pull it up into a clip. With being in the Marines for so long, I could never have my hair down too long without trying to pull it back up.

After my teeth were bushed and flossed, I finally felt human again. "Much Much better. Now to dress."

Opening the neatly folded drawers, I threw on my undergarments and a pair of shorts and a T. Peeking out the window again, I see his body wrapped in a towel. "Hmmm... Hunk is back." A playful smile appearing.
 
Cleaning my teeth and flossing then applying shave then razor i take my time applying the clean razor to my cheek and slowly moving is across my skin, feeling the whiskers being cut. Army had strict grooming standards and I have to get a hair cut soon as well. Washing off the face and applying after shave my face stung as the alcohl did its job then i applied deorderant, all the time i was bent forward slight over the sink.
 
Leaning up against the window pane, I continued to watch the hunk next door. "Come on Marky Mark, give me a little more. That towel is hiding too much." Laughing at the nickname given to him, I watch a little longer.

Not seeing him do anything really, I leave and hang the towel back up.

"Food, Beer, and boob tube is in order tonight." Heading out to the kitchen to find something to eat. "Let's see here. Chicken, Fish, Red meat. Chicken, but how. Grilled." Smiling wide, scooping up the chicken and wrapping my fingers around the neck of the beer bottle.

"Crap, this means outside. Oh well. At least I'm in my half t and shorts, not in uniform."

Walking outside and starts up the grill.
 
Finishing up i head to my room and put on some loose jeans and a black T shirt with ARMY slapped across the chest and black socks and sneakers. Now fresh ad dumping the clothes into the wash i head to the kitchen for a cool drink and smell something in the air, the distinct smell of meat being grilled and i immediately search fo the source, with wide, eager eyes, and a empty stomach.
 
Always cooking extra meat for my lunch the next day, I pour some of the beer over the chicken. Turning down the burners and shutting the lid, I head back in leaving the back door open. Looking around to see what I am going to make with the chicken, I remember something my mother use to cook for me as a kid.

Picking out a couple of potatoes, an onion and the fresh green beans. Cutting them into small pieces with some butter and wrapped it in a foil bag, I went back outside and threw it on the grill.

With a cold brew in my hand, I sit down on the lawn chair. Proudly laying back on my Marine beach towel soaking up some sun.
 
Going into the back yard the smell is getting stronger, the wind is still and going closer to the fence I see the grill. Ah ha! My instincts kick in ad I drop down alongside the fence, no knots to see through and no gaps between the verticle posts, hmmm. Rising up slowly and taking a quick peak and dropping back down I see the grill with heat rising out and the aroma is powerful, extras had been added and I mouth watered but there was a figure guarding it. Taking a second peak it was a woman, nice looking but my eyes kept drifting to the simmering meat. Ooooooh.
 
The searing of the chicken juices sizzling just as my skin was in the hot sun. Figuring it's about time to flip myself, I better flip the chicken first.

Scooping up the beer, opening the lid and pouring more on the chicken as I flip them. Each chicken now covered in the brew's juice. A large flame and smoke rise and falls quickly back down. "mmmm... Almost perfect." Flipping the foiled side, everything was cooking perfectly.

From my preferal vision, I could see the hunk next door looking through the slats of the fence. Being the smart ass I am and always around the military men, I decide to say something.

"You know, You would never make it in special ops." said with a smirk.
 
"Shit, spotted." I say and drop down butg in a momenti asked myself 'why?' And stand up smiling. "What makes you think that?" I ask casually propping one elbow on the fence and relaxing as i look over the figure standing over the grill.

I was not spec ops but like every soldier we felt we were the biggest badasses.
 
"Because smart ass, if you were special ops material you wouldn't have been so visible to your target." laughing keeping my focus on the food. Pouring just a little more beer on the chicken.

"You're not as bad ass as you think sir." my vision has him in view. "Arm up on the fence looking over and not watching me but the food I'm flipping. Standing there you are wondering not if I am going to ask you, but when. Am I right?"

Tilting my head towards him with a sly smirk.
 
My first response is "Dont call me 'sir' I work for a living!" Changing my my posture a bit and flicking my eyes at your body then at the grill. "What are you cooking?" I ask leaning in to gaze upon the food and feel that something else would be needed. I wanted to be asked to join but it is rude to impose but I figure I would have a better chance if I brought something to the table. "Do you need anything?" I ask.
 
"I don't need anything, but you are welcome to join. Just don't break the fence being a hot rod." chuckling low.

I walk back inside and grab two plates for the food. Setting out a pitcher of tea with two glasses on my dining room table, I head back out with the plates. Placing the chicken on one, the foil on the other.

Turning off the grill and heads in with the food, leaving the door open for the hotty.
 
You turn around and I am standing in the doorway. I am very sneaky, haha. "I appreciate the meal, its been awhilesince having home cooked food instead of eating at the DIFAC or fast food. Walking in slowly and looking about the place is impressively clean and tidy. On the wall I see a small picture of several people in uniform and leaning in I reconize your face in a Marine uniform.
 
"Sneaky indeed. You're welcome. I can't stand either of those places so I just make extra at night." shrugging setting down the plates and serving the food.

My eyes flash at the ARMY on your shirt. Cocking my brow. "ARMY? Yeah you are definitely a hot rod. Have a seat. What are you drinking?"

I let Army in my house? Am I nuts. Oh well At least he's good to look at. Laughs setting the sliver ware down.
 
"We're not all bad" I chuckle lightly walking through the house and approaching the table and seeing the layout on the table. "Tea is fine" smiling. I quietly run my eyes over your figure as your back is turned, nice firm legs and the smell of the food is heavy that is distracting. "You a marine?" I ask.
 
"Yes Sir." smirks as I know that bothered him earlier. Pulling out the butter and sets it down on the table with the loaf of French bread. "Semper Fi all the way. Have a problem with that?"

Knowing he won't, but I can see that this will be a challenge of who is better. Let the games begin. I state to myself while taking a seat. Crossing my legs and taking a napkin.
 
Taking a seat across from you, the smile showing my pearl white teeth, "Not at all my grandpa was a Marine, in Korea."

Looking you over again you have smooth skin and groomed hair with the natural light coming from a window that made your skin brighten after bathing in it directly for awhile and the soft eyes that kept glancing up at me, and break when you realise im looking. "Im Damian, by the way."
 
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