The Sarah & Mark Series

In The Army Now

Sarah & Mark (Book 2)

Chapter 1

Following my enlightening summer with Anika, I turned 19 soon after, with my parents flying back to be there for my 19thbirthday party arranged by Anika's mum. Back home I kept my head down with my Army Officer Selection Board (AOSB) studies, and didn't really explore my sexuality much more over the next month. There was just too much going on. AOSB was so important to me, and my parents for that matter, and preparations dominated my life. I was still a virgin, still keen to see naked men, even getting my hands on a copy of 'For Women' magazine through a school friend whose father ran a corner shop selling newspapers, sweets, magazines, the usual. I even went so far as claiming they were for a friend doing an art course and needed a better idea of the naked male form. I did use my fingers to get myself off every now and then, but not more than once or twice a week. Because I had stayed on at college to finish my A-Levels and get my results in, I had to wait until January for the next AOSB intake, but was able to do some learning towards the electronics side I was going into.

I had a couple more weeks at home following my 2 days getting my AOSB initial assessment at Leighton House in Westbury. I spent most of the time going for runs and working on my upper body strength at the gym my parents used. I would use my mother's membership card to get in and nobody ever stopped me, despite a panic at every entry I would be caught and hauled over the coals for committing theft or fraud. The gym was quite a posh Bannatyne branded place with all the modern fitness equipment, weights room, 'spin' area and open fitness area. It also had a good pool with relaxation area with steam room, Jacuzzi and sauna.

I usually went at about 10am as it was quiet and you didn't have to wait for any equipment, plus I liked it more when quiet. But one Friday I had been helping my mother do the monthly shop, so didn't arrive until after two in the afternoon. Again, not super busy, but a lot more people there. I did my workout, a full ninety minutes of relentless cardio and upper body, still preparing for the fitness demands of officer cadet training. I finished up and changed into my plain black bikini, showered off the sweat and went to the pool area, quiet but for two men swimming lengths. After hanging my towel I made a beeline for the sauna, as per my usual ritual, moving to the upper level where it was hottest, the hot wooden slats initially burning my legs, but soon I was used to it.

I sat alone for a few minutes, relaxing, sweating and allowing my brain to go over the military history and terminology I had been studying, then somebody else came in, a sudden waft of cooler air as the door was quickly opened and closed. I saw a man's legs move in and sit to my left on the lower level, the sauna having a u-shape seating area.

"Sarah?" I looked up. It was Max sitting there in a tight pair of yellow speedo style swimming trunks, a big smile on his face.

I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. "Max," I managed to reply, trying to keep my voice steady. "What are you doing here?"

Max leaned back, his eyes never leaving mine. "I'm a member, have been for years. But I've never seen you here before." I explained about using my mother's pass to get in and that I am normally in earlier to train for the Army. He asked how I was and when my training is due to begin, adding a weird question about me training to be a spy. I felt a flush of embarrassment and guilt as I said I was going to be doing a more tech-based role.

He chuckled, a low, teasing sound. "Come on, Sarah. Don't play dumb. I know you spied on me at the pool party. Anika told me all about it."

My face burned with humiliation. "Anika told you? But why, she said it was our secret?" Max shrugged, still smiling. "Well a few days later, I don't think you were out at the time, She was spying on me again and she must have fallen off whatever she was stood on, making a massive racket. I thought maybe it was the old man next door so wrapped a towel and ran around the back to see her looking guilty, dusting off the mud she'd fallen in. I quizzed her and she collapsed like a straw house in a tornado, spilling the beans faster than I could even ask the questions. I told her I didn't really care and she thought it was hot. And so did I. I have to admit; knowing you watched me like that was fucking incredible."

I was mortified. "I'm so sorry, Max. I felt so guilty afterward. That's why I did what I did in the changing room. I wanted to make it up to you." Max's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Make it up to me? Sarah, you have no idea how much I enjoyed that little show. But I have to say, it wasn't quite enough. I think I deserved a better view, but seeing you in your underwear was great content for my 'wank bank'."

I felt a mix of embarrassment and arousal. The sauna was hot, and I was sweating, but it wasn't just the heat making me flush. "Max, I don't know what to say." He leaned forward, his voice low and intense. "You don't have to say anything, Sarah. Just show me, make it even."

I hesitated, my heart racing. Then, with a deep breath, I reached up and slowly pulled open the top of my bikini, exposing my B-cup breasts to him. My nipples were hard, and I could feel the heat of his gaze on my skin. Max's eyes widened and I saw a bulge forming in his tight trunks. "Fuck, Sarah. You're so hot."

Emboldened, and looking out of the glass window in the door to ensure nobody was outside, I moved my leg up, pulling the gusset of my swimsuit aside to give him a clear view of my pussy. I was wet, and I could feel the cool air of the sauna on my exposed flesh, my pubic hair matted to my skin.

Max's breath hitched, and he stood up, turning his back to the door. He pulled down his trunks, revealing his hard cock. "Your turn to look, Sarah." I stared at him, taking in the sight of his erection. It was thick and hard, and I could see a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. I felt a rush of desire, and I knew I wanted more.

After a moment, I covered up, and so did Max. We sat in silence for a few beats, the air thick with tension, his erection still tenting his trunks.

"Do you want to come with me back home," Max said finally, his voice husky. "My parents are out, and I have a better view in mind." I nodded, my heart pounding with anticipation, but I was clear with him I wasn't looking for sex, but happy to watch him some more. Despite seeming a little sad by me telling him sex was off the table, he was still keen to see what could happen. We left the sauna, agreeing to meet in the foyer in ten minutes. He was waiting for me when I came out, my mind racing with thoughts of what was to come as we walked to his house, a short five minutes across the other side of the adjacent park.

We walked in silence, my pussy was soaking wet from arousal, and with each step, I could feel the dampness of my panties against my thighs, a constant reminder of seeing him naked again. Once inside his parents' house and he'd double-checked nobody was in, Max led me to his bedroom. He closed the door and turned to face me, his eyes filled with desire. "Take off your top, Sarah. Let me see those beautiful tits again."

I complied, slowly pulling off my T-shirt and letting it fall to the floor, followed by my Bra, instinctively covering my nipples with my forearm. Max's eyes roamed over my upper body, and I could see the hunger in his gaze. "Now the skirt!" he demanded. But I said he was to strip off first.

Max grinned and quickly pulled off his shirt, revealing his chiselled swimmers torso. He then unbuckled his belt and pushed down his pants, stepping out of them. His cock was already hard, tenting his boxers. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and slowly pulled them down, revealing his thick, hard cock. I couldn't help but stare, feeling a rush of excitement.

"Your turn," he said, his voice husky with desire. I hesitated for a moment before pushing down my skirt and stepping out of it, leaving me in just my panties. Max's eyes roamed over my body, taking in every curve and line, my confidence now sufficient to leave my boobs uncovered, the nipples puffed out and bullet hard.

Max started to stroke himself stood in front of me, and I sat on the edge of his bed for a better view, spreading my legs wider for easier access. As he started to stroke faster I stopped my own finger job a sudden feeling of self-consciousness falling over me. He was pushing his waist forward, and using one hand to play with his balls, the other to make long deliberate strokes on his dick.

"Touch yourself, Sarah," he commanded, his voice strained. "I want to see you cum." I slid my hand back between my legs, into my panties and quickly found my sensitive clit. I began to rub myself, matching his rhythm. Max's breath hitched, and I could see his cock throbbing in his hand.

"Fuck, Sarah," he groaned. "You're so fucking hot." I increased the pace, my fingers moving faster and faster as I brought myself closer to the edge. Max matched my rhythm, his hand moving in time with mine as he stroked his hard cock.

"I'm close," he grunted, his body tensing. "I'm going to come." I rubbed myself faster, my body on the verge of another orgasm. Max came with a roar, his cock pulsing as he sprayed his load onto my legs and feet. The sight of him cumming so hard was so hot, I rubbed harder myself and it sent me over the edge. I came again and again, my body convulsing with pleasure, and my orgasmic cries unfiltered.

We both collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily, our bodies slick with sweat. Max so close, his arms resting on his chest, one had glistening with cum, his dick still dribbling into his pubic hair. The smell of his cum was strong in the confines of his room, the bleach like odour and the feeling of his load dripping down my leg making me feel hot as fuck, Max looking spent and satisfied next to me.

"Fuck, Sarah," he murmured, his voice soft and content. "That was incredible."

I smiled, feeling a sense of contentment and connection. "It was," I agreed, shifting closer to him. "It really was." We just lay there not moving for about five minutes before I sat up, looking at his mess on my legs. He too sat up, his erection gone, but penis still red and puffy, some of his cum pooling at the tip. He apologised for making a mess and offered up for me to use the shower. I said it was a good idea and he led the way, his penis still dripping onto the carpet as he walked, my own boobs jiggling free.

I was given a towel and shown how the controls worked, and then I looked at him until he got the hint and left the room, leaving the door ajar. I dropped my panties, careful not to get cum on them and stepped to the cubicle, closing the frosted glass door behind me. My second shower in under an hour, so I just cleaned up what Max had deposited on my legs, just a couple of minutes. I peered out of the door and nobody was there so quickly wrapped the towel around myself, using a smaller towel to dry my legs.

Max then walked in, still naked, and said he needed to clean himself up as well, going into the cubicle and turning the shower back on. As he showered I dried off, confident he couldn't see me through the frosted glass, pulled on my panties and went to his room to dress. He came back through soon after and I watched, sat on the edge of his bed, as he dried himself, fascinated at him pulling back his foreskin to dry it, then rolling it back in place. Once dry he sat next to me.

"Well that was hot!" he said. I looked him over and agreed, saying I had better go as my mother would need her entry band back so she can go to the gym after work. We stood and he led the way down the stairs and out, reminding me not to forget my gym bag as he waved me off, not worried a neighbour might see him naked.

I decided I would keep to my usual routine at the gym for the last four days before leaving to go to training at Sandhurst. I was keen to see Max wanking in front of me again, but decided I should focus more on my fitness and my military knowledge.

Chapter 2

On my last night at home my parents took me out for nice meal and stopped off at a few of our parent's friends to say some farewells, more for their benefit than mine. Once home I went to bed for an early night and decided I had better have one last orgasm in case it wasn't going to be possible in barracks.

I lay sprawled on my bed, the pages of my "For Women" adult magazine fanned out before me, my heart racing with anticipation. The air was thick with the scent of my arousal, and the room was bathed in the soft glow of my bedside lamp. My fingers traced the edge of the magazine, lingering on the images of the man working out at the gym, his body glistening with sweat and his muscles rippling with each movement.

As I flipped through the pages, I watched as the man gradually undressed, his clothing falling away to reveal more and more of his chiselled physique. My breath hitched as I reached the final set of photos, where he stood completely naked, his penis hanging heavy and thick between his thighs. Even in its flaccid state, it looked magnificent, and I felt a rush of heat between my legs.

I let the magazine fall to the floor as I slid a hand beneath the waistband of my pyjama shorts, my fingers brushing against the slick folds of my pussy. I was soaking wet, my juices coating my thighs. I slipped a finger inside, feeling the tight, wet walls of my pussy clench around it. A soft moan escaped my lips as I imagined wrapping my hand around the man's cock, feeling its weight and warmth. I added another finger, pumping them in and out in a steady rhythm, my thumb circling my clit with increasing pressure. The images from the magazine played in my mind like a dirty movie, the man's body moving and flexing, his cock growing harder with each passing second. I could almost feel his strong hands on my body, his mouth exploring every inch of my skin.

My hips bucked against my hand, seeking more friction, more depth. I slipped another finger inside, stretching myself wider, imagining it was the man's cock filling me. The sensations were intense, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through my body. I could feel my orgasm building, the tension coiling in my belly. I removed my fingers from my pussy and brought them to my mouth, tasting my own juices, not even knowing why I had done it. The salty, musky flavour only heightened my arousal. I returned my hand to my clit, rubbing it in fast, tight circles, my body trembling with need. The images of the man's naked body flashed in my mind, his cock now fully erect and throbbing with desire.

I cried out into my pillow as my orgasm crashed over me, my body convulsing with each wave of pleasure. My fingers were slick with my juices, and I continued to ride out the waves, my body shuddering with each aftershock. As the intensity subsided, I lay back, my chest heaving, a satisfied smile playing on my lips as I put the magazine back in its hiding place, laying back and falling asleep quickly.

The moment the coach pulled up at Sandhurst, it was like the civilian world just evaporated. Day One was a total blur, lots of noise, everything moving super-fast, and you had to pass or fail right away, from folding socks to packing my webbing. Being fit helped a great deal, but I was pushed to my limits by how tired I was. Four hours of sleep and the instructors yelling non-stop? It was crazy. It felt like they were trying to tear down everything I knew and make me into a soldier in a heartbeat. I realised it wasn't just about being physically strong, it was about keeping my head in the game when my body was begging for a break. The PT corporal also helped by just being there to look at, his tight tapered tracksuit leaving very little to my imagination, but he didn't seem interested in any of the female recruits. He was far too professional for that.

Losing privacy was a huge shock, and I am so glad I had the summer with Anika to help prepare me for it. As an 19 year-old, I was used to having my own space, but here, that was all gone. The rooms were all twins and about the size of a large hotel room, each of us had a desk, storage, bed and footlocker. Not exactly palatial, but was functional and was all I really needed. The toilets were shared as two cubicles for every four rooms, showers were on every other floor in gangs of two with soft plastic curtains on one side, two sinks on the other side and one bath in a small partitioned area adjacent to the sinks. There are two common rooms on the ground floor with a shared kitchen space as well. The floors were designated as Male or Female, but because the NCO's and officers were both male and female, there were no rules on being in other areas, just no fraternising. If a male NCO was coming onto our floor they would shout "KNOCK, KNOCK, MALE STAFF ENTRY!", sometimes calling their rank, be it sergeant or captain or whatever.

Changing clothes, showering, and sleeping were all done in these massive, open areas with everyone else. At first, walking naked into the shared showers was super embarrassing. But after a few days, being tired and needing to move fast made me forget about being modest. Modesty was a luxury; getting things done was what mattered. What was eye-opening though, was being able to look over all the other female officer recruits in my block. There were seven other women, eight including me, but all were fit and lean, so didn't give me a representative of female body types. But I did notice a lot of variance is the shapes, sizes and form of their boobs, the amount of and colour of their pubic hair, including Candice who was totally shaven. I seemed to fit in well and we'd often just chat naked in the shower like it was normal. I recall thinking that Private Jay would be in heaven walking in on us, and also realising I never found out his surname, though I think it was Buggle, but it could have been a nick-name his friends used.

My first week I did get a bit home-sick, but my room-mates helped a lot, Candice, Laura, and Lauren were great, with Laura being our matriarch, being nearly thirty and here to start a new life following a divorce and having been a soldier already from age 17 until she had her baby at 21. Her son was looked after by her husband and went to boarding school too. Lauren was loud and fun-loving, but a bit much sometimes, with Laura being my closest friend in the group. She too was 19 and also from a military family, her father being a commander on submarines. I was still not great at being away from home but the girls really helped me out.

Laura became a great friend and we still keep in touch even though she is now posted abroad as an embassy military liaison role. She is lean, but curvy with amazing skin, long blond hair and huge D cup boobs that she has to cram into a tight sports bra when doing anything physical. We didn't hit it off right away but living together we soon figured each other out. She wasn't a wild child or anything, but she had a boyfriend, wasn't a virgin, was very body confident and would usually waft around our room naked or in just a g-string. I tried to force myself to be confident with my body, but was not like Laura.

Despite Officer Cadet training being hard, seemingly every minute of every day accounted for, we did get some downtime and it resulted in a few fun situations, though we all knew where lines were drawn. The weeks turned into a never-ending routine: waking up at six, making sure my boots were spotless, practicing drill moves, and spending hours on weapons, history, tactics and field-craft. I was pretty good at the physical stuff, like navigating under pressure or field stripping and reassembling an SA80 rifle quite literally with my eyes closed. But the schoolwork, military law, history, and all those orders briefs were a different story. I had to learn to focus my mind on that stuff, and fast. I started seeing the instructors as these tough shits that showed me up for every little mistake I made, the female NCO's and officers seemingly making it harder for us women than our male counterparts. One female Captain even said that female recruits and officers had to work 20% harder for 30% less recognition.