1. Privates on Parade


    Date: 5/27/2016, Categories: Seduction, Author: Simon66, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    Back in the early eighties I’d been an air cadet (like a military boy scout) for some four years and at seventeen was reaching the end of my stay. Most guys (for guys were all we were in the cadets at that time) left and took on jobs or apprenticeships. Those like me who’d been in for so long looked at moving on to a career in the military. Before I finished though, I had the privilege of once again carrying the squadron standard at a remembrance concert the night before the Armistice parade in the local town. Guests were made up of local dignitaries, ex service personnel of all ages along with a parade of current servicemen and women representing each of the armed forces and a few from other countries. It was my second concert as such and once the formalities of parading the troops and honouring the fallen was over, the party could begin. I’m sure anyone who’s been in the forces will admit the old timers knew how to enjoy themselves. The Welsh Guard’s band that attended that year to perform all the relevant military tunes had packed away, and six or seven of them had got changed and set up as a ‘dance band’ playing everything from Glenn Miller through to the less objective modern pop. After the ceremony had finished, I found myself sitting at a table with my Commanding Officer and his wife and some of the civilian committee from the squadron whom I’d come to know quite well as my cadet career had progressed. It was nice to be treated as an adult and I found myself talking ...
    to each of them in turn whilst being plied with a steady flow of beer. At around ten o’clock, and wise enough to know that I was moving past tipsy and into drunk status, I stopped drinking and started refusing offers, which didn’t go unnoticed by Mrs Powell, the wife of the committee chairman. “Oh, now there’s a sensible young man,” she said, “knows when enough’s enough.” I looked across the near empty table at her and smiled. There were two others sat around the table at that time, and being made for ten, there was a fair scattering of glasses and other bits and pieces decorating it. The other occupants were either at the bar, off chatting or on the dance floor. “Come and have a chat Simon,” she said, patting the chair next to her and beckoning me to sit alongside. She was sat with a glass of wine in front of her and looked quite prim in a stunning blue evening dress. As I got up and walked around the table, my eyes were drawn to her cleavage where a deep cut in the dress showed off her perfectly accentuated breasts which were pushed together by a bra which I thought was more than earning its keep. I averted my eyes quite rapidly (I thought) and sat on the chair next to her where I was met with a pursed smile and a gentle hand on my left knee as I sat. Taking her in as I sat, my heart skipped a beat as I felt the warmth of her hand on my leg. I smiled widely. “It’s Mrs Powell, isn’t it?” I asked. “Oh please, call me Pam!” she replied, the reassuring hand touching my knee. I’m ...
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