“Here?”
Jack asked in a surprised tone.
She put
her index finger to his lips, then whispered, “The ORs have the thickest walls
in the camp…and a bed.”
“Bed...you mean an operating table?”
She
nodded briskly in response. He smiled at her in the dark.
“Oohhh,
I like the way you think, girl. You
have a naughty side.”
She
again shushed him with a finger to his lips and led him slowly to the entrance
doors. She slowly opened a door and quickly peeked in, then pulled Jack in
behind her. As soon as the door closed behind them, she quickly turned and
started pulling his shirt open as she ran her lips across the base of his neck.
He used both hands to raise her face to his and their tongues again eagerly
explored each other’s mouths. Jack tugged at her shirt buttons but fumbled in
his drunken state so Lori quickly assisted him by pulling the shirt off over
her head. Jack could see her erect nipples through the olive green tank top
t-shirt and felt himself growing hard. She pulled him toward the OR suite as
she reached down to untie her boots and kick them off as they stumbled toward
the OR.
Once
inside the OR, Lori quickly undid her trousers, unceremoniously kicking them
away. Jack snickered as he noticed her olive drab boxer shorts.
She
looked down at them and said unapologetically, “Hey, Army issue, so don’t laugh, buddy.” She then said naughtily, “Although,
if you’re going to laugh at them, I’ll just have to get rid of them.”
She
quickly wriggled out of them and threw them aside. Jack had removed his shirt
and boots and was sliding his trousers down when he stopped to marvel at her
taut, trim body.
“Wow!
You are cut, girl.”
“Yeah? I
guess I’ve learned some good workouts in the army. Now, stop talking, get those pants off and get over here,” she called out as she leaned against the end of the
operating table.
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