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# `` THANK YOU FOR YOUR serve ''

by tcs1963

Friday night and I needed a drink. After a foresighted and arduous work workweek, I just wanted to forget my problems and hear to some music.

When I punched out, I made my way dwelling to shower and shave, then I walked down the block to my best-loved watering hollow.

I walked in to `` Tex 's Bar and Grill '' and I did n't even give time to put my ass in the stool before Milly, the barmaid had my tipple beer and pennant royal on the rocks in forepart of me.

I figured I would sit and swim my sorrows with a private celebration before the holiday. Easter Sunday was coming up and I would be spending it alone as common, ever since my divorce.

The bar was n't in use so I was happy to go on Milly company and charm a prissy bombilation to help me sleep. I knew I deserved a few drinks after the busy workweek.

Just as I finished my initiatory draft, she came walking in. Her dress blue angel caught my aid first. And then her sparkling green eyes.

And with an impeccable posture that beautiful young lady marched right up to the bar very proudly, I just could n't assist to take notice.

She stood and ordered herself a deglutition from Milly. That 's when I waved at Milly and pointed at my cash on the bar, letting her know that I was buying the peeress a drinking.

She sat down on her faecal matter and removed her head cover. That 's when I saw those magnificent Auburn curls cascading down her back.

Milly served her swallow and told her that they were paid for, and she asked : `` by who ''.

Milly smiled and nodded in my direction.

The soldier looked down at me, mouthing a `` thank you '' and giving me a wink.

That 's when I took the opening move to move and take a faecal matter next to hers.

'' Hi, how are you, Miss ? '' I spoke politely, `` May I ? '' as I took the seat future to hers. `` Thank you for your service. ''

She said, `` Hello, how are you, Sir ? '' and took a long sip of her whiskey on the rock 'n' roll.

Things got very mum for a few seconds as I became amazed at how beautiful she was, and I also realized how alone she seemed.

I ordered us another rung and I went to use the restroom. Stopping on my way back to hit the jukebox.

I pushed a few clit and walked back to my seat and took a sip just as, `` If Tomorrow Never seminal fluid, `` by Garth Brooks, started playing.

The next thing I know, that beautiful Whitney Moore Young Jr. soldier had tears in her eyes.

I immediately grab her hand and gently turned her towards me. Wrapping my arms around, and hugging her close, as I apologized.

Asking her, `` What is the subject, and could I help ? ''

All the while, telling her how sorry I was and gently caressing her to my breast. Her young firm frame feeling so at home against me.

That 's when she looked up and pressed her plump lips against mine. I was utterly taken aback, me being older and not the most beautiful man in the country.

When the buss did n't end like a father-daughter peck, I pulled her tighter against me.

She whispered lightly, `` I 'm leaving in the forenoon for the Turkish border, and I 'm kind of afraid. Would you stay with me for the night and oblige me like this ? ``

I could n't think this was happening to me, but I looked at Milly and asked for a quart of `` Crown royal stag. ''

Looking at the Whitney Young soldier, I grabbed the bottle and her handwriting and walked her out of the bar and back to my place.

Soon as we were at the front room access, I pulled her finis and kissed her Sir Thomas More deeply. Feeling her dead body react to mine.

She knew how to create this old man feel incredibly virile. I took her in and poured us drinks.

Without many words, it got really hot and much Thomas More intimate on my lounge.

Needless to say, my hand and mouth moved across her nubile trunk, as if I was playing an instrument.

She was `` moaning '' and `` cooing '' like no woman ever has before, so I continued on, trying to give her a sexual retentivity she would never forget.

I slowly removed her clothes right there on the sofa, using every theatrical role of my being to pleasure every piece that came into view.

Licking and kissing her most informal parts. My fingers sliding in her so thick and feeling her wetness.

We barely spoke a Holy Scripture the whole evening. Just drinking and playing with each other through the night. She had my cock harder than Formosan arithmetic, almost all night long.

Finally, we passed out on my bread and butter elbow room floor. Either from crapulence or exhaustion, I do n't sleep with. But I slept so soundly. It was a night I 'll never block.

Waking up, I noticed I was alone and I stumbled to the bathroom to take over myself.

Upon entering, I saw written in sexy red lipstick on my lavatory mirror, `` You were wonderful end dark, and I had a magnificent time with you, Thank you. ''

That 's when I realized I did n't even roll in the hay her name, and she did n't recognise mine. The most remarkable evening I have had in decades and I knew nothing besides, she was a soldier and was being deployed to Turkey.

I cleaned up myself and my menage, but for weeks after, her perfume would n't make out out of the sofa. I was sword lily because every sweet whiff of her fragrance reminded me of that wondrous eventide that I spent with an amazing charwoman, that I did n't even know.

A couple of months later, I was sitting in `` Tex 's Bar '' after work. Drinking to end my work calendar week and I reached over the bar and grabbed the newspaper.

There she was in the picture, looking so proud with her clothes blues in the photograph, and written underneath was the floor of her death by an IED roadside bomb, driving through Turkey.

My eyes teared up and Milly questioned `` Why '', but I just ordered another drink and went to the nickelodeon and played Garth Van Wyck Brooks. Raising my glassful I thought, `` thank you for your servicing, seraphic soldier. ``

The End ...