My Superior Officer’s Hidden Secret

As I stood in the dimly lit toilet block, I couldn’t shake the image of Maam and Garth from my mind. It was hard to believe what I had just witnessed. The two of them, caught in the act, and for a moment, I thought I was going to be the only one who knew about it.

But Garth’s relief when I chose not to report them was palpable. He promised to “see me right” in return, and I knew exactly what he meant. I had been there before, feeling trapped and desperate for a release. I couldn’t blame them for seeking each other out, and I was glad I could keep their secret.

As we stood in the toilet block, trying to process what had just happened, I couldn’t help but steal glances at Maam. She was a beautiful woman, and I had to admit, I had a thing for her. But I knew better than to act on it. I was still a junior, and she was an officer. The rules were clear, and I didn’t want to risk losing my place on the course.

But Maam’s smile, when our eyes met, sent a shiver down my spine. She had known I hadn’t reported them, and she was grateful. I wished I could say I was grateful too, but my reward would have to come from Garth.

“I know I can trust you,” Garth said, as he leaned against the sink next to me. “You’re a good bloke, and I owe you one. Just remember, this never happened, got it?”

“Got it,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. But inside, I was seething with excitement. I knew that Garth would make good on his promise, and I couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for me.

As we parted ways, I couldn’t help but wonder what the future held for me and Garth. But for now, I was content to let the memories of that night simmer in the back of my mind, waiting to be acted upon.

I had grown accustomed to the routine of our instruction, and while it was steadily becoming more advanced, I found it rather enjoyable. My fascination with engineering theory was starting to pay off, and I couldn’t wait to put it into practice. Weekends were mostly ours to do as we pleased, and we would often head into the local town to hit the pubs and nightclubs. The midweek highlight was the ‘NAAFI Bop,’ a Thursday night disco in the junior ranks club.

As the base population was predominantly male, these functions would attract a large number of ‘young ladies’ from the local town. It was a popular spot for those looking for a good time, and it didn’t take long to figure out why. The dance had a rather… colorful reputation, earning it the nickname ‘Grab a Grannie Night.’ But after my recent experience at boot camp, I was steering clear of the more mature women for now.

I was, however, eager to meet new people, especially the younger visitors. I had parted ways with my hometown girlfriend, Gillian, and was feeling rather confident in my chat-up skills. I would often strike up conversations, saying things like, ‘I fancy this, I fancy that,’ but it seemed like I just couldn’t get a repeat meeting out of it.

After one particularly disappointing outing, I was brewing a cup of tea in the block common room when Garth entered the room. He flopped into a chair, looked me quizzically in the eye, and said, ‘Not having a lot of luck, are you mate? What’s going wrong?’ I sat and told him my tale, and he suggested he had a friend of a friend who might be just the thing for me.

His friend’s name was Sandra, and she worked as a machinist at a local garment factory. Garth had promised to set us up on a blind date, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready to put my faith in him. After all, he was a bit tipsy, and I wasn’t exactly sure if this would go anywhere.

When the day of the NAAFI Bop arrived, I was a bit apprehensive. I had envisioned Sandra as a stunning beauty, but when I saw her, I was taken aback. She was a bit on the plainer side, but there was something about her that drew me in. We chatted for a bit, and I found her to be quite pleasant company.

As the night wore on, we found ourselves on the dance floor, surrounded by the thumping music and flashing lights. I was a bit of a disaster on the dance floor, but Sandra seemed to enjoy herself. We danced together, our bodies swaying to the beat, and I couldn’t help but feel a spark of attraction.

As the night drew to a close, I walked Sandie out to the taxi queue. The cold night air was a welcome relief after the stifling heat of the NAAFI. We chatted for a bit, and I asked her if she’d like to see me again. Her response was a hesitant ‘yes.’

We made plans to meet up the following Sunday, and I headed back to the block feeling rather hopeful. I had a feeling that this might be the start of something special.

The next morning, I rode my Bantam into town, arriving at the station a bit early. I killed some time browsing the shops, and then waited for Sandie to arrive. When she finally showed up, I was taken aback by how lovely she looked. We chatted for a bit, and then headed to the ticket office to buy our train tickets.

We boarded the local chugger, a compartment train with no corridor. As we settled into our seats, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. We were alone in the compartment, and the privacy meant we could chat freely. We talked about our lives, sharing stories and getting to know each other.

As the train rumbled along the tracks, I found myself feeling more and more comfortable around Sandie. We laughed and joked, and I couldn’t help but notice the way she smiled at me. I was starting to feel a connection, one that went beyond just a casual encounter.

As we chatted, I learned more about Sandie’s life. She had grown up in the town near our base, and had always dreamed of going to university. But after leaving school, she had started working at the machine shop, and had met Joyce, who was now one of her close friends.

‘I’m not sure what I want to do with my life,’ Sandie said, looking a bit uncertain. I nodded sympathetically, understanding the feeling all too well. We talked about our aspirations, and I shared my own dreams of becoming an engineer.

‘You’re really smart,’ Sandie said, smiling at me. ‘I’m not exactly the academic type.’ I laughed and said, ‘I’m sure you’re plenty smart in your own way.’ We talked some more, and before I knew it, the train was approaching our destination.

As we stepped off the train, I felt a sense of excitement. I had no idea what the day would bring, but I was eager to find out. We walked together, enjoying the crisp sea air, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of connection with Sandie. Maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something special.

As we strolled along the beach, I reached out and took Sandie’s hand. It was a simple gesture, but it felt right. We walked in comfortable silence, enjoying the beauty of the surroundings and the warmth of each other’s company.

‘I’m so glad we met,’ Sandie said, looking up at me with a smile. I smiled back, feeling a sense of happiness I hadn’t felt in a long time. ‘Me too,’ I replied, squeezing her hand gently.

As we continued our stroll, I knew that this was just the beginning of something special. We had a connection, one that went beyond just a casual encounter. And as we walked hand in hand, I knew that I wanted to explore this feeling further.

As the sun began to set, we decided to head back to the town. We said our goodbyes, and I walked Sandie to the train station. As we stood there, I realized that I didn’t want the day to end. I wanted to spend more time with her, to get to know her better.

‘Would you like to see me again?’ I asked, feeling a bit nervous. Sandie smiled and said, ‘Definitely.’ I grinned, feeling a sense of excitement. ‘Great,’ I said, leaning in to kiss her.

I couldn’t believe our luck as we settled into the compartment, the train rumbling out of the station and us alone once more. The dim lighting and the sound of the engines created an intimate atmosphere, and before long, we were lost in each other’s eyes.

Sandie’s hand slipped under my coat and wrapped around my throbbing cock, sending shivers down my spine. I couldn’t help but think about how much I loved being with her, how much I loved the way she made me feel.

“I like uncut penises best,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “More to play with.” Her fingers danced across my foreskin, teasing me with the promise of what was to come.

I closed my eyes, letting her work her magic. Her touch was like a symphony, each movement a note that blended together to create a beautiful melody. I could feel my seed rising, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

“I’m going to cum,” I warned, trying to hold back, but Sandie just smiled and increased her pace. Her hand moved faster, her fingers pumping me up and down, and I felt my climax building.

Just as I thought I was going to explode, Sandie pulled my foreskin back, and I shot my load onto the sandy floor beside us. I felt a sense of release, of surrender, as I let go of my tension and surrendered to the moment.

“I love to watch a man cum,” she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “And I like them to cum on me too.” She smiled, and I knew that I was in for a treat.

We both knew that we couldn’t stay like this forever, but for now, we were content to bask in the afterglow of our passion. The train rumbled on, carrying us further and further away from the world outside, and we were happy to be lost in each other’s arms.

As the minutes ticked by, Sandie’s hand returned to my cock, stroking it gently, getting me ready for what was to come. I knew that I was in for another ride, another journey into the depths of our desire.

“Time for you to return the favour,” she said, her voice husky with desire. “Time for you to suck me.” I felt a surge of excitement at the prospect, and I knew that I was ready to take on the challenge.

I pulled my trousers and pants down off one leg, and Sandie knelt between my knees, her eyes locked on mine. I knew that I was about to experience something special, something that would change me forever.

As she leaned forward, her tongue extended, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body. I closed my eyes, letting her work her magic, and I knew that I was in for a wild ride.

It was a strange feeling, one that I couldn’t quite put my finger on, until I looked back years later. I had experienced something called a “dry orgasm.” All the sensations of climax, but without the ejaculation. Go figure. I was still hard as nails, and Sandie’s tongue was still teasing me, oblivious to my turmoil. All was good.

Firmly grasping the base of my penis, Sandie started to kiss and lick the length of my shaft, frequently coming back to the sensitive tip. She’d circle her tongue around the ring of my glans, sending shivers down my spine. Then, slowly and seductively, she’d bring her closed lips to the very top, over my urethra, which was now leaking copious amounts of my pre-cum. Without pause, she’d proceed to gradually open her lips, at the same time lowering her head, until my bulging helmet was in her hot, wet mouth.

I shuddered and groaned at the sensation. Lower and lower she went, until her lips met her clenched hand on the bottom half of my cock. She later told me she’d never tried deep throat oral, but that was the least of my worries then. At least half my length was planted between her lips, with the roof of her mouth and her tongue massaging me.

Slowly, she started to bob her head up and down, sucking her cheeks in on each up stroke, creating a vacuum that felt like it was sucking my very soul out through my cock. Despite my earlier actual, and later phantom, orgasms, I knew I was not going to last beyond a few minutes. I warned Sandie I would not take long.

“I won’t last,” I said.

With her mouth still full of my penis, she nodded acknowledgement, and set about finishing the job, bobbing, and sucking harder, also adding hand stroking at the base, in tempo with her mouth. I held back, and held back, making the act last as long as possible, but as every man knows, there are limits to how much one can take in that situation.

“Now Sandie, now!” I croaked at the last moment. She quickly removed her mouth, aimed my cock away from her face, but carried on jerking me frantically with her hand.

With an almost animalistic cry from me, my semen burst from my cock with a force I had never experienced before. It shot clear across the compartment, landing on the bench seat opposite us and onto the floor between the seats.

I had been on the verge of blacking out as I ejaculated and it took me a few minutes to recover my senses, by which time we were only a few more minutes away from our destination station. I hurriedly untangled my trousers and pants and pulled them back on. Sandie gave me a final flash of her ginger minge, as a parting gift, before she too adjusted her dress for our disembarkation.

Once we arrived, I walked Sandie home, to her parent’s house, which was only a five-minute walk from the station, before collecting my Bantam to ride back to base. No need to find a place for a wank that night, my cock was fully satisfied, for now.

The girls, Joyce and Sandie that is, came to ‘grab a grannie’ the following Thursday. It was quite frustrating being in such close proximity to Sandie, knowing that we had nowhere private to get jiggly. Garth and Joyce did however slope off early, presumably to his room.

“How was your time off?” I asked Garth the next day.

“It was great, thanks,” he replied, a much better mood than he had been the previous week. I assumed he had managed to dip his wick this time.

That Saturday and Sunday had been designated a working weekend, before we broke up for the two-week Easter block leave, starting after duty the following Wednesday. On working weekends, we were confined to base, so nobody could avoid the fatigues and parade rehearsals we had to carry out, so no dates with Sandie or Joyce were possible for us.

I had originally planned to go ‘home’ to my parent’s house for Easter. But after receiving Gill’s letter dumping me and now having hooked up with Sandie, I had now decided to stay put.

I had hoped to have our room to myself for a couple of weeks. The base would be quiet, and figured I could risk sneaking Sandie in. But that hope was dashed. One of my room mates, Paddy, was a Northern Irish lad. There had been an upsurge in violence in his home city of Belfast, and there was genuine danger to life for those seen as members of the “Brit Security Forces;” especially Irishmen, seen as traitors to the cause. So, Paddy was prohibited from going home.

“Hey, mate,” Garth said, as we were eating our tea in the cookhouse after work on Wednesday. “I heard about Paddy. You’re in a bit of a pickle.”

“I know, I was just thinking about it,” I replied.

A while later, as I was lying on my bed, contemplating how to play things over the next couple of weeks, Garth tapped on our door and entered. “It’s payback time, mate,” he said. He was shortly leaving to drive up North for his leave. He would not be back until late on the last day before classes resumed.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“I’m handing you the key to my room,” he said, holding out the key. “Two conditions: do sheet change before I get back, and don’t get caught. Otherwise, have an ‘Easter Eggstravagansa’!”

I looked at him, unsure what to say. “You’re leaving me this?”

“Yeah, mate. I owe you one. Take care of yourself.”