Chapter 13
Barney watched as his tired, bedraggled soldiers fell out of formation and walked ever so wearily to their quarters.
'That ought to hold the little bastards for another day," Barney looked over at Sergeant Nelson and winked.
Sergeant Nelson turned his head away. He was resentful over Barney's consistently tough attitude toward the troops.
As Barney began to walk away, he looked over in the direction of the company headquarters. He saw Captain Thomas's wife Shirley walk out of the main office and toward the parking lot to the rear.
Barney had long admired the slim, lovely lines of the brown-haired Shirley Thomas. He liked her sensuous, lean legs, like those of a dancer, and her lovely breasts. In addition, she also possessed a highly attractive face. He had admired her from a distance for quite some time. Now he was getting tired of the distant admiration and was seeking to bring things into much closer focus.
He walked quickly toward the parking lot. As he observed Shirley Thomas preparing to climb into her Chevrolet, he called out to her.
"Hello there, Shirley," he said.
Shirley turned and startledly observed him standing there grinningly.
"What do you want, Sergeant Norris?" she asked coldly.
"Come on now. Let's knock off this formality. You're not in the army. It's one thing for your husband and I to talk that way, but he's my company commander. You're in this army only through marriage."
"I don't like your familiar way, sergeant. Just what is it you have on your mind?"
"You look like you could stand a drink. I know I could. I was wondering if I could buy you one."
"Not only are you crude. You also appear to be very stupid," Shirley Thomas looked disgustedly into Barney Norris's eyes.
"You don't have to talk to me that way. Hell, be a little more charitable toward the hardest-working sergeant in your husband's whole outfit."
"I happen to be a married woman and I don't like standing here talking trivia with some wise-guy sergeant. If you'll excuse me, I have other things to do."
"How does the captain take care of you at home?" Barney smiled, blocking Shirley's entry to the front door.
"Please, step out of my way. It's none of your business. If you don't stop talking this vile nonsense, I'll report you to my husband."
"I don't think so," Barney said softly, but with an air of confidence. "I don't think you're gonna report me at all. As a matter-of-fact, I think you're gonna let this whole thing ride. And speaking of rides, I'll bet you could use one. You strike me as a woman who's sexually frustrated, who needs a guy to stand over you and make you toe the mark. Maybe the captain doesn't have the balls to do it, but I do."
She reached out and slapped Sergeant Norris across the right side of his face. Despite her anger, Shirley Thomas was not even able to wipe the smirk off of Barney's face.
"You slap pretty hard, but not hard enough," Barney Norris said. "I want to meat you somewhwere. Maybe a bar wouldn't be the right place. After all, we could be seen together. But I know a little motel just off the main road. You'll love that, honey. And, better yet, you'll love what I can do for you."
Tve never met a more insulting human being in my entire life," Shirley Thomas fumed. "Better yet, I've never met a more insulting animal. You're a disgrace to the human race. You're not fit to be called a human, in fact."
"Wow, you really can get mad," he grinned. "I'll tell you what. I'll meet you there in an hour. I know damned well you want to screw with me. You know you do."
"You son-of-a-bitch."
"I'm just too perceptive, that's all. So do we have a date?"
"You're the nerviest guy I've ever met in my life."
"Maybe it takes balls to do what I'm doing. I guess it does. But balls is the one thing I'm never lacking."
"That I believe."
"So I'll see you in an hour."
"You're crazy, you've just got to be crazy," she shook her head.
As Barney Norris began to walk away, he observed that the look of anger had completely vanished from Shirley Thomas's face. It was now replaced by one of total bafflement. Barney was confident that she would be at the motel to meet him at the prescribed hour.
Barney happily drove back to his apartment. He took a quick but thorough shower, then drove Mary to work.
He had just enough time for one beer, after which he left for the motel. Barney remained confident that Shirley would show up. He prided himself on possessing a sixth sense when it came to women, particularly on the subject of sexual repression. He felt that Shirley was the kind of woman who definitely needed to be dominated in an uncompromising fashion by a man, but that her husband had not been successful in that respect. He felt that it was up to him to provide her with the thrills that she needed.
When he turned into the parking lot, he observed the Chevrolet situated in the last parking stall at the far end of the lot.
As he pulled to a stop, Barney observed Shirley Thomas sitting behind the wheel of her car. Her face revealed a tense expression.
Barney walked over toward Shirley. The window of the car was open on the driver's side, enabling them to communicate without any difficulty.
"Hello there, sweetheart," Barney said.
"Stop trying to imitate Humphrey Bogart. Or is it Clark Gable?"
"No need to make wise-ass comments. Just get your cute ass out of there and I'll get a room for us."
"I didn't come her to go to bed with you. I came here to lay the law down to you once and for all."
"That's a lot of bullshit," Barney laughed irreverently.
"Is your ego so vast that you really think that no woman could ever turn you down?" she shrieked.
"Calm down. I'm standing right next to you and I can hear without any problems," Barney laughed. "I'm not interested in just any woman and I've never thought in those terms. I'm just interested in certain women. Right now you interest me and I know that I interest you."
"Whatever caused you to get that idea in your stubborn, thick skull?"
"I can just sense these things. Are you gonna tell me that your married life is all that you really could ask for?"
'That's none of your damned business. Keep your nose clean or I'll get you busted. My husband has the power to do it."
"Let's knock off all this stuff about going over other people's heads," Barney laughed. "Let's just concentrate on each other, baby. You need something and I've got what it takes to provide you with it. So let's just get to it right now."
"You go to hell."
"You didn't show up just to tell me that."
"Want to bet?"
Just as Shirley was about to turn her key in the ignition, Barney quickly opened the door. He threw his powerful arms around her, squeezing ever so tightly.
At first Shirley Thomas sought to resist. After that her body went limp in Barney's arms. He delivered a lengthy kiss to her lips, one that Shirley thought would never end.
When Barney removed his lips from Shirley's, he noticed just how rapidly she was trembling. It had been his impression that she fighting her own feelings, and he felt more strongly than ever at that moment as to just how true his analysis was. Yes, Shirley definitely wanted it, but she was a little afraid to admit it to herself. The abuse she heaped on him reflected her own inner desperation.
"Just relax," Barney told her. "You don't have to worry about a thing, baby. Everything's gonna be fine. We're gonna have lots of fun. We're gonna have a romp that you're not gonna forget. We're gonna jump in bed together and I'm gonna do all those dirty, nasty things that you wished you had a man doing to you but you're not getting."
At that point Shirley became silent. She could scarcely say anything. Barney watched as she got out of her car and walked beside him.
"That's more like it," Barney said. "You won't regret this. You'd sure as hell regret it, though, if you walked away from your feelings. You don't want to do that, honey. No way. You want to have some fun, to let yourself go, to enjoy a wild, hot-blooded man like me."
While she waited nervously, Barney signed in. A few seconds later they were inside of a room, stripping their bodies devois of clothes.
Every now and then Barney would cast a glance over at Shirley, who looked more enticing with every revealing exposure. When she finally stripped off her panties and bra, he took a long look at her sleek, captivating legs. He looked forward to driving his head between them and unleashing his tongue inside of her moist pussy.
Barney finished stripping off his shorts, after which he then threw himself down on top of the bed.
He reached out with both hands and made a grab for Shirley's thighs. Up and down he worked his fingers, allowing them to slide enthusiastically against her trim, firm legs.
"Have you ever been a dancer?" he asked.
"Yes, I used to dance professionally in night clubs before I met my husband," she replied.
"That's what I figured. Damned, you've got a gorgeous set of gams on you. I'm gonna suck them, and I'm gonna sink my tongue down between your legs. You're gonna go wild when I suck your pussy. Does your husband do that very often."
"Not too often."
"That's what I figured. You need that from the right man. You need it from me."
Barney let his tongue slide against her solid thigh flesh. Up and down he pumped with his tongue, letting it ever so persistently glide against her thigh. The quicker that he projected his tongue against her hot thigh, the louder that her insistent gasps became. From the way that she was reacting, Barney could tell how long she had suppressed her true sexual feelings. In an effort to make it appear that everything was fine, Shirley had denied her own feelings. But now they were being reawakened within her as Barney ever so hungrily continued to drive his tongue up and down her left thigh.
Once that he finished working his tongue every bit as eagerly against her right thigh, he pushed it toward her asshole. He sank his tongue eagerly inside of her anal pit, grinding back and forth, enjoying each and every quick, impulsive movement.'
"What an ass suck," she swooned. "You really are all action, Barney."
Barney's stiff, probing tongue kept on driving, working its way into every passionate crevice of her blazing anal canal. The swifter that his tongue circulated, the more torrid the sensations became in her extra-agitated pussy.
He kept on driving his tongue inside of her asshole, and all the while Shirley thrilled to the captivating movements of his sturdy tongue.
"What a strong tongue you have," Shirley said. "I love the way you're driving it, baby. Keep your tongue twisting. Work it inside of my asshole. Baby, ahhh, drive it. Yes, suck my asshole. Come on, suck it really nice."
Barney regarded it as a good sign that Shirley was now in a position where she could relax a little more in the course of sexual activity. Her flinging ass cheeks kept on grinding from side to side as he pushed his tongue ever deeper into her hot ass pit.
While his surging tongue strokes continued inside of her blazing cauldron of ass flesh, Barney reached inside of her excited pussy. His fingers stroked with solid impact and grace, manipulating with great energy and desire as they kept on gliding inside of her pussy. The swifter that he fingered her hot snatch, the more excitement that built within her seething loins as she anticipated that great moment when he would let his tongue unleash itself with vigorous joy inside of her pussy.
"You're gonna have to start sucking my mound," she swooned. "Your tongue's gonna have to do it, Barney. You were so right. I never realized how much I needed this. You're doing such a favor for me. Keep your tongue grinding. Come on, keep it moving. I like that solid impact. I like the way you're projecting your tongue inside me. Baby, work it. Work your tongue. Let it go. Yes, really let it go."
His fiery tongue kept on driving solidly inside of her asshole. When Barney released his tongue from it, he let it sink downward toward her snatch. He moved with the same degree of captivating desire that he had exemplified earlier when he had ass sucked Shirley.
Every time that his swirling tongue pushed against her damp, dewy clitoris, Shirley's body would rise from the bed and she would heave loud, unrestrained gasps. Barney could see just how much she needed this kind of stimulating activity, and he was ever so desirous of seeing to it that she obtained it in every measure.
"Come on, suck my hot pit," she exclaimed. "Baby, grind your tongue. Come on, keep it working. Slide it, slide it really nice. Work it, come on, ohhh, baby, suck me."
Her legs twitched, kicking back and forth under the steady, determined onslaught that his tongue unleashed inside of her dewy box.
A few blazing strokes later, the juices began to spurt from Shirley's joyous pit and into her lover's mouth.
"You did it, what a suck, damned, what a strong tongue, baby, what a cunt licker," Shirley exclaimed. "You're so right. I needed somebody to give me this kind of action. You're letting yourself go. Darling, ahhh, do I love it."