Army of one (open to one woman)

"Join the Army. Travel the world. Meet interesting people, and kill them" I muttered under my breath as I went into the back. "What a crock of shit". I was directed to the backroom closet and told to organize and stack the boxes and stuff there.Boxes and boxes and boxes. Shit! This place was poorly laid out. There were boxes and forms and all other shit scattered through this closet. There was Sergeant G outside and a couple of female specialists working at their desks, filling out forms and muttering to themselves and throwing stuff into the shredder bin. This wasn't a happy place to be at the moment. Turning on the overhead light and looking around the room this place was a mess. The people here just threw things in here rather haphazardly, open boxes covered the floor and there were bottles of cleaning solvents and other miscellaneous stuff all over the place that gave it a rather pungent stench, like vinegar.

Growling as I rolled up my sleeves I went to work taking out the boxes and stacking them up outside of the closet then the bottles and other stuff.
 
As I approached the storage rooms, I could hear someone muttering. I couldn't make out exactly what was said, because there was a lot of banging going on as well. The shuffling of boxes had my attention.

I turned the corner and walked up on the storage room. There was already a large stack of boxes outside the door. I peered around the corner and saw a soldier bending over a box muttering obscenities. I stood there with my arms crossed, waiting until he noticed I was actually standing there.

He had no business running his mouth that way. I was going to let him have it.
 
Trying to cap a bottle of cleaner I was still muttering under my breath as the cap slid off the mouth of the battle and rolled between my feet, "God damn it" muttering bending over to pick it up and look down to see a pair of boots right behind me. Erecting and spinning around out of alarm I look to see Soren standing there with a not too happy face and crossed arms. It took a moment to try and form a response as the hot memories came back when seeing her face, but then dashed when realizing where we were. I couldn't call her any cute names or even her first name, it had to be 'Specialist' and now I was in a tight spot as I tried to keep capping the damn bottle. "Hello" I managed to say with slightly widening eyes and that was it.
 
It was almost cute watching the guy scrambling around trying to get the caps back on the pine oil that was carelessly discarded. I almost had to laugh, but, knowing the staff that was running around the battalion area, I knew it wouldn't be long before some captain got in his face for his mouth.

The one thing that I noticed about this particular battalion was there were a lot of straight-laced staff officers. While they could throw curses with the best of them, that was only in a field environment. It was a totally different culture when they were here in garrison, under the battalion commander's nose. Everyone was careful to observe this peculiarity. This man had no clue.

When I realized it was Ryan, my attitude had changed. Anyone else, I would have given him a few words.

"Well, Private Lennox, it is a particular pleasure to see and hear you," I said to him, my arms still crossed. A smile broke the serious expression I had on my face.

"Are you having some issues with the storage room? Are you needing help?" I inquired.
 
"Hey, er...yes. I was told to clean up this thing," turning my head slowly about to look at the small, dank interior. "I was told to come here because some specialist..um...someone found me after taking a shower and" now my face was blushing red as the mere mentioning of that was making me warm all over. "How's it going for you?" This time I finally got the cap onto the bottle and set it aside onto a shelf and held my hands behind my back in a 'at ease' posture. She was standing in my way, there was no way around her but after seeing her smile I began to relax knowing inside that she wasn't going to rip me a new one, at least, not here.
 
He was so damned cute standing there with his hands behind him.

"As you were."

Now he could get back to what he was doing and wouldn't have to worry about what I was going to say and do.

"Try not to let anyone hear you expressing your displeasure with what you're doing. They're completely straight-laced while they're in this building. The captain a couple of doors down likes to dress you down when he catches you," I warned.

"Here, I can help you," I offered, trying to help him straighten out this mess.

"The faster you can get this done, the faster you can get out of here," I added.

I started moving things around into their proper order as it should have been in the first place. Damn fools. All of them.
 
"Thanks" I smiled as we started putting everything into order. I wasn't familiar to how battalion worked. In the line companies everything was different. It was only guys and it was rough and tumble. We tended to wrestle and fight things there. I just wanted to get out of this place. As we worked I asked her, "How's your day going?" trying get her talking as I wanted to hear her voice again, but I didn't make any mention of what happened between us, not knowing who might be listening, especially her captain. I didn't want to meet him.
 
"Well, we are here in uniform, on Saturday, so I suppose as well as can be expected, right?" I answered.

I glanced over at him as we continued to finish the clean up, my teeth were tugging at my bottom lip. Images of our encounters last night kept creeping up in my mind and they were difficult to dismiss. On top of that, I absolutely loved seeing him in uniform.

I lowered my voice a little to avoid being overheard, "I missed you last night and I couldn't wait for today," I admitted to him.
 
"So do I" I replied in a whisper, a smile coming to my lips looking at her and then at the door to ensure no one else was standing there. All of the memories came back. "I still have your number" I said, "I was thinking that...later, you and I could call each other or maybe text?" still trembling nervous, eyes looking her over. She looked so fine in her uniform that it was like dangling a piece of string to a cat, I wanted to bat at it and play with it, roll around and just have fun, but then remembered where we were. We didn't want to be here, but we were. Perhaps if we can get this cleaning done quickly we could get out of here, but that was too much to hope for. If we say we were done then Sgt. G would give us something else to do. This ceremony was becoming a big deal.
 
"I want you to call or text any time you want. That's why I gave you my number," I reminded him.

I peeked out the storage room door and down the hall. So far so good. I bit my lip nervously and turned back to Ryan. I grabbed him by the front of his uniform top and pulled him toward me, planting a lingering kiss upon his lips.

I knew I had threw him off his game when he stiffened. We were in uniform. I knew that. I knew we weren't supposed to do certain things when in them. But Oh my God I really, really wanted to kiss him, and I was glad I did.
 
She kissed me firmly. She was a wild one. Dangerous even! She kissed me and I kissed her back as well. The memories were coming back. She couldn't contain herself and neither could I. I wanted to just pick her up and slam her against the wall, kiss and fondle her and fuck her silly. Her ass was still firm and I bet her chest was still soft as a pillow. She was so sexy in that uniform that uniform...grr....I was hard in an instant, my cock runnng down my left leg. Here in battalion it would be dangerous, that's what would make it fun. My hands fell and grasped her backside and squeezed them, but then my eyes opened as I heard footsteps coming. Drat.

I pulled back slightly and grasped a bottle to make it look like we were up to something else and whispered, "Someone's coming" and disappointed that it wasn't me.
 
I stepped back from Ryan and met SGT Gutierrez at the door, almost running in to him.

"OH! Excuse me," I said, sidestepping to get out of his way.

"Soren, wait."

"Sure, what's up?" I asked him

"They're getting ready to start the processing. Aren't you supposed to be out at the table?"

"Yes, I had to come in here to get the chairs. I found the private here trying to clean up this mess on his own. And when I say it was a mess, it was ridiculously so. Whoever got into this storage room earlier to clean up didn't bother to get it straight. Staff Duty or someone, I suppose," I added.

"I was just giving him a hand before we got started outside."

"Well, they're getting started and you should be out there. NOW." SGT Gutierrez stressed, his gaze conveying the need for me just to agree and move out.

"Yes Sergeant," I responded, grabbing the two chairs and headed back out to the table.
 
I hated to see her go but she had other duties to fulfill. We exchanged smiles and she was gone. Sgt. G looked at me and said, "Keep working" and stepped away leaving me alone. Going back to my duties I felt my cock started to soften. Rather disappointing feeling it slide back up my inner thigh as I tried to fight to keep myself under control with my feelings. Capping the bottles and then sweeping and mopping the floor I began restacking the boxes. My back was aching as I picked up the laden boxes, all the while grunting and groaning with pain, not with lust as I did with Soren such when I hefted her in the bathroom and ate her juicy pussy like a ripe peach.

When it was finally done I stepped out of the closet, body aching and slightly sweaty when Sgt. G came by and looked at it. "Okay. Good" he said "Go outside and help Specialist Soren with whatever they need out there". My eyes widened and I smiled at the prospect of being close to her again. "Get going" he said, "the buses will be here in an hour or so".
 
My part in this process was pretty simple. All they had to do was to double check their records and move to the next station. I was sitting in my chair when he came up on me from behind. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned my head. It was Ryan.

"Are you going back to the barracks? " I asked.
 
"Not yet" I replied looking down at her with a smile, "Sergeant G said for me to report to you and see if there was anything else that you needed help with" then my eyes looked around at the others as they were mostly sitting around and doing what Soren was doing, just waiting it out, some took the opportunity to whip out their cell phones and check their Facebook or their emails. Patting down my pockets I realized now that I left my cellphone inside my room and kicked myself, "Anyway, how's it going out here? Need any help?"
 
"No, I'm just waiting for them to get here. You can choose to stay here with me or see what SGT G has left. I suspect he doesn't have anything productive for you aside from rearranging all the closets. How ridiculous," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Once we process these guys through, we'll be released. Got any plans for later?" I asked, smiling.
 
"Not planned for the moment," giving her a sly wink and then said, "I would rather stay here with you because I don't think that I want to do any more cleaning with Sgt. G. or anything worse, like mopping up the latrines. Picking a empty seat that was beside her I sat down and crossed my ankles hands on my lap and looked over at her, "What about you? Got anything planned?"
 
"Oh yes, not answering the door again," I answered.

The morning dragged on until the returning group finally pulled up in the long, white bus. As soldiers filed off the bus, the supporting staff mobilized.

With the help of some advanced planning, the processing went smoothly. When the last Soldier has passed through the stations, the staff started tearing down everything.

I handed Ryan the box and led him back to S-1 where he would drop it off. We exchanged looks and did our best to get out of dodge before we could find other things that had to be done.
 
Time to start hauling ass. As we walked out of Battalion together I whispered, "What do you think? My place or yours'" I was hoping for my own because it was closer and our place was different than her's. It was a new building where I had my own personal room. It was tiny but it gave us privacy compared to what she has. Patting down my pocket there was the key card that gave me access. Just as we were about to get to the front door there was a tall figure coming towards us. My eyes connected and there was a sergeant coming towards us, someone that I didn't recognize. He was tall and had a slightly darker complexion and when he opened the door before us he nearly collided with the two of us.
 
"OH!" I exclaimed, as I jumped back from the door. It had swung open suddenly putting me slightly off balance. When I recovered, I heard a quick "Excuse me," before my eyes made contact with who was coming out the door.

It really was no big deal, these things happened every day. Soldiers were in a rush to hurry up and wait. When that happened, we would just laugh it off and drive on. He was either visiting someone in the barracks or in a hurry to get out of the barracks for the day.

I smiled up at him and responded, "Not a problem." It was hard to dismiss the dark eyes that complimented the NCO's dark complexion, but as we passed him, he was forgotten once we entered the building.
 
That man was in a hurry. Guess he missed all of the fun. "Let's go" I encouraged Soren, opening the door for her and stepping out into the warm rays of the sun. Ah, it felt great to be able to get away from it. Even though it was a few hours of work, I didn't want to do it because it was just a pain in the ass and I got paid the same amount if I did it or not. There was no overtime pay.

Going past battalion most of the stuff we set up was gone except the BBQ grills that were still warm but cooling off. The white buses were gone as well and the people had scattered. Walking side by side with her I leaned in and asked, "How are your holes?" and smiling a bit.
 
"Are you talking about the foxholes that are, no doubt, waiting for you... Or are you asking me how I am feeling today?" I asked.

I wondered how he would respond to that one. I might be a little over exuberant at times but I wasn't going to be labeled as the girl whose number was written on the bathroom wall either. He probably didn't mean any harm by it and I was being sensitive.

I gave him a smile so he wouldn't go running in the other direction. I liked him.
 
I snickered then turned away for a moment before responding to her. I didn't mean for it to sound like she was a whore or anything, it just came out, but she didn't seem to be offended so I leaned in and rubbed shoulders with her. "Let's say we head up to my place and watch a couple of movies? I have a new DVD blu-ray player that I want to try out," eager that she would accept the offer. The barracks was just up ahead and to the left of the sidewalk we were on. It was four-stories tall and the outside was of red brick with many windows and the stairwells on each end had plexiglass walls so that they were clear. I didn't understand the meaning behind that as I went into my pocket and took out the key card.
 
That sounded like fun and besides I'd get a look at how he lived. A room told a large story about who inhabited its space. I was glad to spend more time with him and agreed.

"That sounds like fun." I smiled again and rubbed shoulders with him again.
 
"Great" I smiled and took out the card as we went up to the stairwell door. "I have a lot of military movies," didn't think that it would be something a woman would like to see, "but I have a few others you can look at". I had gone to the BX and found that they finally restocked the shelves with new blu-ray movies that were not as expensive as going to Wal-Mart and no sales tax.

Going up the stair well side by side the building was empty as it normally was during the weekend. Most people cleared out to go home or to get off base and not get caught up with everything like what happened to us. On the third floor entrance I had to slide the card to get access. It was different here than hers', more security. Up ahead and to the right would be my room.

Sliding the card there was a tiny flash of a green light then the click as the lock was released. Opening the door there was the tiny kitchen and off to the right was the bathroom I shared with my roommate, who thankfully, had left to go home for the weekend leaving us alone. Just to the left was another door where I slid my card again and was granted access showing a rather clean and simple looking room. It had a single size bed, a end table, a entertainment center and a chair for furniture and a walk in closet. I lived a rather simple life, the most expensive items in the room was my computer and my 36 inch flat panel television.
 
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