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Wild Riding to Dublin
Date: 7/26/2016, Categories: True Story, Author: classicgal, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com
wasn’t wearing a bra! Whistles of approval filled the back of the truck as my top was stripped bare. Strangely, their response empowered me. Determined to take charge of my own destiny, I stood up and removed my dripping skirt myself. One of the younger soldiers took it from me saying he would put it and my sweater in front of a small heater they had at the bulkhead, but the majority of them simply applauded or whistled. I knew, despite my soaking hair hanging around me, that my appearance wasn’t too short of any virile man’s wet dream, standing there in matching black high heels, stockings and thong with large firm breasts and upward pointing nipples that were erect and quivering either from the chill or the excitement. The corporal stood up and moved in front of me. “We’ve been lying in ditches for the past twenty-four hours, Miss,” he said, his voice quavering, “this is the last thing any of us were ever expecting to see!” He reached his trembling right hand out and cupped my naked left breast. “I’ve just got to touch you to make sure you’re real!” You’ll be interested to know, James, that I didn’t recoil, didn’t push him away. In fact, I felt the urge to demonstrate that I was actually in some sort of perverse control; so, with the stripper’s rhythm that I know used to turn you on so much, I lifted my hands above my head and pirouetted in the dim light. Now hands were sliding all over my torso as others followed the corporal’s lead to check my reality while I revolved ...