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# `` THANK YOU FOR YOUR serving ''

by tcs1963

Fri night and I needed a drink. After a long and strenuous work week, I just wanted to forget my problems and listen to some music.

When I punched out, I made my way dwelling to lavish and trim, then I walked down the city block to my best-loved watering fix.

I walked in to `` Tex 's Bar and Grill '' and I did n't even have fourth dimension to put my ass in the commode before Milly, the barmaid had my draught beer and poll Royal on the rocks in front line of me.

I figured I would sit and overwhelm my sorrows with a individual celebration before the vacation. Easter Sun was coming up and I would be spending it alone as common, ever since my divorce.

The bar was n't busy so I was happy to hold open Milly company and catch a nice buzz to help me catch some Z's. I knew I deserved a few drink after the busy workweek.

Just as I finished my first draft, she came walking in. Her dress blues caught my attention first. And then her sparkling green heart.

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

She stood and ordered herself a drink from Milly. That 's when I waved at Milly and pointed at my Johnny Cash on the bar, letting her know that I was buying the ma'am a deglutition.

She sat down on her crapper and removed her head cover. That 's when I saw those brilliant Auburn Robert F. Curl cascading down her back.

Milly served her drink 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 initiative to move and make a stool next to hers.

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

She said, `` hello, how are you, Sir ? '' and took a longsighted sip of her whisky on the rocks.

Things got very silent 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 circle and I went to use the restroom. Stopping on my way back to hit the jukebox.

I pushed a few push button and walked back to my rear and took a sip just as, `` If Tomorrow Never Comes, `` by Garth Brooks, started playing.

The following thing I know, that beautiful Whitney Young soldier had binge 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 topic, and could I help ? ''

All the while, telling her how sorry I was and gently caressing her to my chest. Her young business firm anatomy 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 body politic.

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

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

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

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

Soon as we were at the nominal head door, I pulled her stopping point and kissed her more than deeply. Feeling her physical structure react to mine.

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

Without many words, it got really hot and much more confidant on my lounge.

Needless to say, my script and lips moved across her nubile body, as if I was playing an instrument.

She was `` moaning '' and `` cooing '' like no cleaning lady ever has before, so I continued on, trying to founder her a sexual storage she would never forget.

I slowly removed her dress right there on the sofa, using every part of my being to pleasure every part that came into thought.

Licking and kissing her most versed piece. My fingers sliding in her so deep and feeling her wetness.

We barely spoke a word the unscathed evening. Just crapulence and playing with each other through the Night. She had my cock harder than Chinese arithmetic, almost all night long.

Finally, we passed out on my aliveness room flooring. Either from drink or exhaustion, I do n't know. But I slept so soundly. It was a night I 'll never forget.

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

Upon entering, I saw written in sexy red lipstick on my bathroom mirror, `` You were marvellous lastly Night, and I had a magnificent time with you, Thank you. ''

That 's when I realized I did n't even know her name, and she did n't be intimate mine. The most noteworthy evening I have had in decade and I knew zilch besides, she was a soldier and was being deployed to Turkey.

I cleaned up myself and my household, but for hebdomad after, her perfume would n't come in out of the sofa. I was sword lily because every sweet puff of her aroma reminded me of that wonderful eve that I spent with an amazing woman, 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 study week and I reached over the bar and grabbed the paper.

There she was in the video, looking so lofty with her dress blueness in the motion-picture show, and written underneath was the story of her last by an IED wayside bomb, driving through Turkey.

My oculus teared up and Milly questioned `` Why '', but I just ordered another drink and went to the jukebox and played Garth brook. Raising my Methedrine I thought, `` Thank you for your service, sweetened soldier. ``

The End ...