a rather short story
Since joining the army under a 6-year contract, SSGT Leah had been working at a supply depot. During her 5th year, the supply depot was being privatised and subsequently outsourced, there was reshuffle of manpower, and SSGT Leah was transferred to another army unit, in which case, the unit I was at.
I had met SSGT Leah several times when collecting stores from the supply depot. She was quite a beauty. She’s slim, but certainly not to the extent of being skinny, just the way I prefer. While not voluptuous, she certainly had ample bosom, just the right size. Not too tall, not too short, hitting yet another sweet spot for me.
And I’d always steal glances at her while standing in the queue waiting for my turn. Didn’t really chat much with her other than the routine talk on store collection, handling her the required documentation. But still, it was always pulsating to be able to meet her face to face, even if barred by a window grille. I had always hoped to see more of this angel in my heart, and seemed like my prayer was finally answered.
My unit was not without female personnels, but there was nothing to shout about, all more or less 40++, unless you’rer into milfs. I’d encountered female army officers from other camps, but, there was hardly anyone as gorgeous as SSGT Leah. SSGT Leah was 24 or so back then, and even if she were to work elsewhere, she definitely won’t lose out to other OLs.
SSGT Leah was such a standout that they were many typical hungry wolves surrounding her whenever they had the chances, very typical of a typically male-dominated environment, such as, typically speaking, the army, of course, which might explain why one could typically hardly see any syts.
Being in the same department meant that we’d be working together and hence more chances of getting to know her better. She was rather sweet and soft-spoken, and didn’t put on airs of a regular who would tend to pull rank on any NSF such as myself, charming, wasn’t she?
Sooner or later, we got quite close to each other, but not so close as to enter a relationship as she was already seeing someone else. I didn’t bother to ask anything about her boyfriend, such as how they met, if he was in the army, or they met when schooling, or whatnot, since, I was almost too certain that she would be mine someday, if I play my cards right.
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Alphaoasis
a flower in the forest.
very much indeed, hardpressed to find anyone like her in the army
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HonkyTonkyMan
Army gal, booking in before 2359…..
uhmm, stayout one, no 2359, just regular (army) office hours
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draven78eric
Ok i just book in just on time.
Permission to carry on sir… !?!?!
I very low ranking, not in position to grant you permission
One fine day, SSGT Leah approached me.
SSGT Leah: X, IPPT is 7 to 8 weeks away, this is my final year, I hope to be able to get at least a bronze, or better still, gold or silver.
Me: Dear Leah, which are the areas you’re weak in, and which are the stations you’re able to score well?
SSGT Leah: CPL X, you’re very daring and insubordinate leh, never address me by my rank.
Me: Aiyoh, Staff, no one else around lah.
SSGT Leah: You never learnt, what if RSM walks past?
Me: Then I walk past him lor…
SGGT Leah: Back to the topic, my fortes are in 2.4km run, shuttle run. Standing broad jump, not so bad lah. Sit up, anyone can get 5 points easily. But my arms are weak, I could barely do 3 inclined pull-ups, and I’m not so flexible.
Me: Fine, let’s target your weak areas, while not neglecting your fortes.
SSGT: I jog regularly, so those are fine. Do you have any idea on improving my arm strength and flexibility?
Me: We’ll start a regular workout routine on alternate days, your arms may ache and sore quite a bit in the beginning, but bear with it, and they’ll get stronger, hopefully, enough to get you a silver in time. You’d also need to do more stretching exercises too. (We didn’t have fixed PT regiment here, instead, we’re given our own liberty as long as we did not fail IPPT.)
SSGT: Alright, we’ll start tomorrow, at around 4pm.
SSGT: And, X, I’ve been curious, how did you keng? Combat fit storeman who got gold award for IPPT? What a joke!
Me: Maybe CMPB human resource department is run by my great-great-great-grand-daddy’s great-great-great-grandson?
SSGT: Huh, run by who? Psssst, c’mon, tell me!
Me: I have no idea myself, Lady Luck is with me, if not, wouldn’t have met you.
SSGT: What a compliment, but, seriously, it’s been nice to know you, what a lame joker.
Such were my terms with SSGT Leah, though she was already seeing someone else, she didn’t mind a bit of flirting with me. But if others in the camp start flirting her, she’d get defensive and threaten to report to higher-ups.
Next day evening, when SSGT Leah came out from the washroom, she was in sleeveless round-neck T-shirt, the type you won’t see zaogeng when one bends down forward. However, there’s a slight peek-a-boo from the sides, her side-boobs were almost screaming invitingly to be spilling out from the narrow openings.
My heart was almost popping out as I approached her: Leah, wow, I am so stunned, you look just like a young, obedient secondary school girl attending PE lesson.
SSGT Leah, while admiring at my well-toned body (it was back then, now it’s a different story) through the outline of my T-shirt, rebutted: Likewise, you look exactly like one of those caring yet strict school PE teachers, old, potbellied, and could barely keep fit themselves.
Me: Should I take that as compliments? However, don’t expect me to go easy on you with those words. But, fear not, I won’t be like those absolutely unsympathetic PT instructors who are out there to torture recruits. Aim for gold, do your best, no pain, no gain.
And so, we started off with some warm-ups, before proceeding to stretching.
Me: Sit on the floor, spread out your legs, keep them straight at all times, bend right, touch your right foot with your left hand, then sit straight, and do the same for the other side. 20 repetitions, begin.
But, somehow, she was a bit stiff, and it was not without difficulty before she could reach her either foot. I told her she needed to loosen up considerably, then requested that she close up her legs, and bend forward, try to touch her kneecaps with her head. Needless to say, her forehead was millions of miles away from her knees.
Muttering to myself, but not inaudible: This won’t do.
And without a slightest sign of warning, I sat on her back (back facing her), pressed her further down than she could manage, it was, without a doubt, a rather painful experience for her, a major stretch for her, so to speak. I told her she had to hold in the position and count to 20 before relaxing, if she wanted to break her limits. She was in great pain, I kept encouraging her, and I made her do this for another 19 rounds. By then, she had shown slight improvement, just a teensy-weensy bit.
But once she got up, with a sinister grin that somehow boded ill, SSGT Leah said: Now it’s my turn. You sit down, I sit on you…
Knowing very well what I might be in for, I ventured: Can I kindly turn down your kind offer, my kind of kind lady?
Instead of saying anything, she just looked determinedly at me with her puppy eyes.
It was just impossible for me to say no to her, I simply couldn’t resist her imploring yet beguiling eyes. I relented, and she looked elated. Women, sigh…
I sat down, legs straightened, and to prevent her from giving me a hell lot of a time, I did not bend down totally to my limits. When she sat down on me, I attempted to resist in vain, and she pressed me further down. I pretended to be in pain, while she was relishing in her little game of revenge.
It was only then I noticed she was sitting right on my shoulder, in the same direction as I, such that, her legs were by the side of my legs, and more importantly her crotch was actually pressing on the back of my neck. Hmmmm, that felt soft. While I couldn’t quite make out the shape of the crotch, it certainly was very sensual and I could feel my blood gushing and congregating down there. While secretly enjoying the moment, I pretended to be struggling and wincing.
Me: Leah, if you’re not going to get up, I’m going to tickle you, squeeze you, whatever…
SSGT Leah challenged me: Be my guest!
I tried tickling her legs, no response. I tickled her legs some more, while they were not silky smooth, they were still rather smooth, very nice to touch. No response at all. I got more daring, grabbed and squeezed her butt, no response either. I squeezed and squeezed and squeezed… no response still, looked like she won’t stop till she got back at me for the same duration. But, wait a minute, was she aware that her butt was being squeezed? Whatever, who cares, as long as I got to squeeze her butt, it was soft, yet firm at the same time. Enjoy it while it lasts, I muttered to myself.
Me: Won’t you ever get up? It’s quite some time already.
SSGT Leah: No, no, no, not yet, just a little more, I kinda liked the way you grimaced, hahahaha!
So, I started tickling her butt, that was when she started to gyrate on my shoulder, while her crotch was rubbing against my neck. So, that was her weak spot. It wasn’t long before I felt something moist on my neck. All of sudden, she stopped, and got off me. There was a moment of awkward silence. She was wet, and she must have realised it already!
I tried to break the silence: No, no, no, don’t get up yet, just a little more, I kinda liked the way you tortured me, while… while… getting WET, hahahaha!
SSGT Leah: Why did I feel that I was the one being tortured instead? You’re merely enjoying yourself!
Me: But… but, you must be enjoying your “ride” too…
SSGT Leah: Stop it, you know very well I already have a boyfriend, and we’d be getting married in a few years. I’d feel bad about it, I wouldn’t be able to face him.
Me: Don’t face him then, be with me!
SSGT Leah: Maybe I like being with you, but I couldn’t turn my back on him.
As usual, it never went any further than this, whenever I brought up the subject.
Me: Alright, let’s go on to the next stage.
We did some standing broad jumps, shutter runs, among others, before heading to the pull-up bar. We don’t have waist-length pull-up bar here (not this part of the camp, anyway), so we could only use the regular full-height type here.
Me: Leah, you go up, I’ll support you.
SSGT Leah stepped on the side footing, extended her arms, and with some difficulty, grabbed hold of the pull-up bar, suspending herself mid-air. With her arms fully outstretched, I realised, for the first time, that she was actually unshaven. It wasn’t immediately obvious even when she was sleeveless, her armpit hair was totally concealed. Unlike those unkempt, overgrown wild bushes, it was seductively sparsely decorated, and seemed very soft and fine - if only I could reach out and touch or smell her armpits or armpit hair.
Yes, I did had a fetish for girls with unshaven armpits, since almost every girl would shave, and it was just so rare and exciting to see female armpit hair in real life - but only when their armpit hair was not bushy, thick and coarse. I took my time admiring at her amazing armpit hair.
All of sudden, a soft kick in my thigh woke me up from my dreamy state…
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wantedbryan
Not to hijack TS but i just feel this few photos fit this thread alot
Need to be slimmer though. Leah was not so big sized. But thanks, anyway.