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# `` THANK YOU FOR YOUR table service ''

by tcs1963

Friday Night and I needed a boozing. After a farsighted and arduous piece of work week, I just wanted to forget my problem and listen to some music.

When I punched out, I made my way household to shower and shave, then I walked down the block to my favorite watering hole.

I walked in to `` Tex 's Bar and Grill '' and I did n't even have fourth dimension to put my ass in the stool before Milly, the barmaid had my gulp beer and Crown Royal on the stone in front of me.

I figured I would sit and drown my grief with a secret celebration before the holiday. Easter Sunday was coming up and I would be spending it alone as usual, ever since my divorce.

The bar was n't interfering so I was happy to keep Milly party and get a nice buzz to help oneself me sleep. I knew I deserved a few drinks after the engaged workweek.

Just as I finished my beginning draft copy, she came walking in. Her apparel blue angel caught my tending first. And then her sparkling green middle.

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

She stood and ordered herself a drink 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 dame a drink.

She sat down on her stool and removed her head cover charge. That 's when I saw those glorious Auburn curls cascading down her backrest.

Milly served her drinks 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 ask a potty next to hers.

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

She said, `` how-do-you-do, how are you, Sir ? '' and took a farsighted sip of her whiskey on the stone.

things got very still for a few bit as I became amazed at how beautiful she was, and I also realized how alone she seemed.

I ordered us another round and I went to use the public convenience. Stopping on my way back to hit the jukebox.

I pushed a few buttons and walked back to my seat and took a sip just as, `` If Tomorrow Never come, `` by Garth brook, started playing.

The succeeding affair I know, that beautiful young soldier had tear in her optic.

I immediately grab her hand and gently turned her towards me. Wrapping my weapons system around, and hugging her closing, as I apologized.

asking her, `` What is the affair, and could I aid ? ''

All the while, telling her how sorry I was and gently caressing her to my chest. Her Brigham Young firm bod feeling so at domicile 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 osculation did n't end like a father-daughter spate, 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 defend me like this ? ``

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

Looking at the Brigham Young soldier, I grabbed the bottle and her hand and walked her out of the bar and back to my billet.

Soon as we were at the straw man threshold, I pulled her ending and kissed her more deeply. Feeling her body react to mine.

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

Without many words, it got really hot and much more intimate on my couch.

Needless to say, my hired hand and brim moved across her nubile body, 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 computer memory she would never forget.

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

Licking and kissing her most cozy role. My fingers sliding in her so deep and feeling her wetness.

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

Finally, we passed out on my living room floor. Either from intoxication or exhaustion, I do n't know. But I slept so soundly. It was a night I 'll never blank out.

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

Upon entering, I saw written in sexy red lipstick on my bathroom mirror, `` You were wonderful last nighttime, and I had a brilliant time with you, Thank you. ''

That 's when I realized I did n't even have intercourse her name, and she did n't know mine. The most remarkable even I have had in ten and I knew nothing besides, she was a soldier and was being deployed to Turkey.

I cleaned up myself and my house, but for calendar week after, her perfume would n't add up out of the sofa. I was glad because every sweet whiff of her scent reminded me of that rattling evening that I spent with an amazing woman, that I did n't even know.

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

There she was in the picture, looking so lofty with her dress blues in the word-painting, and written underneath was the narrative of her death by an IED roadside dud, driving through Turkey.

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

The End ...