The Sarah & Mark Series

Sarah & Mark (Book 3)

Sarah's first times

Chapter 1

We entered the final 14 week phase of training to become officers in the British Army. It had been a tough 8 months already and I was doing well on my reviews and officer cadet grading. The days all were the same, but different, classroom work continued and my electronics specific sessions were really tough to work on, but our teachers, a mix of military and civilian, were amazing. Our first 3 days back had us all away at an RAF base for an introduction to helicopters, their use, benefits and even flights. It was a really fun few days and we all learnt a lot. It was also nice having private rooms for the 3 nights, like a cheap hotel, but nice to have space to ourselves.

The first incident happened on the 1stnight back after our helicopter foundational course. There had been a new intake arrive with a lot of new recruits, but this was an all male intake. We had finished an early evening PT session and wanted to clean up before going for dinner in forty minutes time. As I stepped into the shower room, the sound of running water and two male voices echoed off the tiled walls. 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. The floors were designated as Male or Female, but because the NCOs 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.

I quickly looked about, confused as to the male voices being in our showers, wrapping my towel tightly around my chest, not wanting some guy to see me naked. Laura, ever the cautious one, did the same, her eyes fixed on the sinks as we both saw a naked male backside leaning over a sink, towel over his shoulder, shaving. Laura hurried to the empty stall, pulling the curtain tight and throwing her towel over the top so it didn't get wet. Candice, however, seemed to relish the potential attention. She walked in with a confident stride, her towel loosely draped around her hips, giving anybody who looked a clear view of her tits. I exchanged a knowing look with Candice, the guy still not yet alerted to our presence. Candice had always been the wild one, never shy about flaunting her assets from the stories she's told us. She coughed loudly and the guy looked up from the mirror at us.

I quickly averted my gaze for a moment, but not before noticing the reactions of the man. Looking back, the tall recruit had an impressive penis, eight-inches I'd guess, with a confused smirk on his face, his eyes lingering on Candice's breasts. Then the shower curtain of the further stall swished open to reveal a shorter recruit, whose penis had to have been two inches at most, but his body was toned and a really prominent six pack and muscular V shape leading into his neatly trimmed groin. It took him a few moments to realise we were staring at his nudity as he dried his body, but as soon as he looked up to see me in my towel and Candice naked from the waist up, he suddenly pulled the towel to his groin to cover up.

"Fuck me!" He said, "Ummm, we thought nobody used these showers and it's rammed on our corridor!" Candice just laughed and said, "Come on short stuff get your arse out of here, we have to shower before dinner and you're in our way." The guy shaving only now decided to pull his towel off his shoulder, turning towards us confidently before wrapping it around himself, the bulge of his dick still visible under his towel.

"Chop, chop!" Candice said and both guys ran out, now perhaps thinking Candice was angry and not just being flirty. For the next three days, we chose not to report the incidents, the guys who were getting caught out clearly and deliberately not telling the others. There was a certain thrill in the taboo, a sense of forbidden pleasure that we couldn't deny. Laura and I continued to ensure we were covered at all times in the shower area, our modesty a stark contrast to Candice's boldness. She seemed to enjoy the attention, every day walking for a shower with her towel in her hand, her naked body a canvas for the men's hungry gazes.

Chapter 2

By the third week back, I found myself in a strange dance of desire and restraint. The showers became a place of both tension and release, a stage where the boundaries of modesty and exposure were constantly tested and redefined. But we assumed the game was now over and all the guys from upstairs now knew there were women on this floor.

One morning I was up earlier than the others as I wanted to do some extra study on Eastern Bloc armoured vehicles. It was quiet, but I could hear somebody else on my floor was also up early as I stepped into the shower room. But what I saw was unexpected and I froze. A tall, broad-shouldered man with a chiselled torso and a prominent penis stood under the spray, his face to me, thick foaming shampoo being rinsed from his short Army regulation haircut. The shower curtain was wide open and this time I didn't avert my gaze, my heart racing, but not before noticing the size and girth of his dick. His penis looked engorged, but it was still mostly flaccid, and I wondered how it would look when fully aroused. I had seen him in the breakfast hall that morning with a bunch of other new faces and had thought him quite cute.

I just watched as he washed his groin and legs, still seemingly unaware of my presence in the room. His penis wobbled and was definitely semi-hard, his body flexing as he leant over to wash his legs, then his groin being pushed front and centre as he brought his feet up to wash between his toes. As he raised his second leg he suddenly saw me watching him, a look of utter shock on his face as he lost his balance and fell sideways into the wall of the cubicle, then fell flat on his backside with a splash and a thud.

I instinctively ran over to help him, his naked body sprawled out in front of me. "Are you okay?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly. He looked up at me, his eyes wide with shock and pain. "I think I hurt my ankle and wrist," he groaned, trying to sit up, seemingly unfazed by his nudity.

I squatted down beside him, my towel wrapped tightly around my body. I reached out to examine his injuries, and he moaned in pain as I gently prodded his ankle, the medical training from weeks six and seven coming to me naturally, checking for swelling or breaks. It wasn't until I heard his breath hitch that I looked up, following his gaze. His eyes were fixed on my crotch, and I suddenly realised what he could see.

I hadn't noticed at first, my focus solely on his injuries, but in my squatted position my knees had parted my towel. My legs were spread wide, and with my thighs wide apart, the towel had shifted, exposing my most intimate area. My pussy was on full display, my thick bush of pubic hair framing my lips, which were slightly parted, and I was sure I was revealing a glimpse of my pink flesh. I could feel the cool air against my groin, and I knew he could see every detail, my clit, my folds, and the way my thighs trembled with my awkward positioning.

I stood up abruptly, my face flushing with heat. "I'm so sorry," I stammered, quickly pulling my towel back into place. "I didn't mean for you to see that." I was looking down on him, his penis clearly pointing out from his body, his 'good' hand doing a poor job of covering himself.

He looked up at me, his eyes filled with a mix of pain and desire. "No, I'm the one who's sorry," he said, his voice hoarse. "I shouldn't have looked. It's just, well, it was there, what guy wouldn't look." His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt a rush of conflicting emotions; embarrassment, anger, and a surprising flush of flattery. I was angry that he had seen me like that, but at the same time, his erection, now fully visible and pointing to the ceiling, made me hot with desire.

I needed to get him out of there, but I also needed to make sure he was okay. I reached down to help him up, my hand gripping his arm. As I pulled, he accidentally tugged on my towel, and it slipped off, leaving me completely naked, but we were already in motion, our momentum bringing him to his feet next to me. Our bodies pressed together, his erection hard and pressing against my thigh. I could feel the heat of his skin, the strength of his muscles, and the throb of his cock against me. I was so embarrassed, but I couldn't let go or he would fall over. I held him tightly, my breasts pressed against his chest, my nipples hardening with arousal. I could feel his breath on my neck, his heart racing against mine. For a moment, time stood still, and all I could focus on was the sensation of his body against mine, the way his erection pulsed with need.

"I'm very sorry Ma'am. I didn't mean to look. I mean to see you like that!" He croaked, his voice low and husky, more than a hint of embarrassment in his tone. I pulled back slightly, my eyes meeting his. "It's okay," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Just, just let me help you out of here before somebody sees us."

With a grunt of effort, I managed to get him out of the cubicle, his arm wrapped around my shoulders for support. I could no longer feel the press of his erection against my hip, but I knew he could feel the softness of my breasts against his chest. We stood there for a moment, our bodies entwined, before he used his good arm to support himself and I finally stepped back, picking up my soaking wet towel and clutching it tightly around me.

"Thank you," he said, his voice filled with gratitude and something else, desire, perhaps. "I should go."

I nodded, my heart still racing. "Yes, you should. And maybe stay in the men's area, but if you are going to shower down here, be more careful next time." He smiled a slow, almost embarrassed curve on his lips, using a hand to try and cover his erection, but failing miserably. I grabbed his towel from the adjacent hook and threw it at him. "Scoot!" I said, pointing to the door. I watched him hobble out of the room, feeling incredibly horny, but also thankful we'd not been caught as nobody would have believed it was all quite so innocent.

With him gone, all I could think of was his erection. I was comparing it to Jay's, which started off small and got a lot bigger. This officer cadet was huge when soft, but was about the same size erect, just pointing skyward. I hung my towel and stepped into the shower stall, water still flowing, and leaned against the wall, my legs shaking, my pussy throbbing with unfulfilled desire. I had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so alive. The water cascaded over my body, washing away the remnants of the encounter, but doing little to quell the fire burning within me. I pulled the shower curtain closed, the warm water hitting my skin, sending shivers of anticipation down my spine. My hands roamed over my body, tracing the curves and valleys, teasing my nipples so very aware of how hard and sensitive they were. I slid one hand down my stomach, through the thick patch of pubic hair, and found my clit, already swollen and aching for attention.

I began to circle my clit with my fingers, the sensations building with each pass. The water mixed with my growing wetness, creating a slickness that made my fingers glide effortlessly over my sensitive flesh. I imagined the nameless man's hands on me, his strong fingers exploring my depths, his thumb pressing against my clit in perfect rhythm. The thought sent a wave of pleasure crashing through me, and I moaned softly, my legs trembling with the effort of staying upright.

I slipped two fingers into my pussy, feeling the tight, wet heat envelop them. I curved my fingers, searching for that spot that would send me over the edge. My thumb continued to work my clit, the dual sensations driving me wild. I could feel my orgasm building, a coiled spring ready to snap. I picked up the pace, my fingers moving faster, deeper, as I chased the release I so desperately needed.

The water pounded against my back, the steam filling the shower stall, creating a cocoon of heat and desire. I could hear my own breaths, ragged and desperate, as I neared the precipice. My body tensed, every muscle coiled and ready, and then, with a cry that echoed off the tiles, I came hard. My orgasm crashed over me, waves of pleasure washing through my body, leaving me boneless and sated.

I leaned against the tiled back wall, my chest heaving, my body slick with water and sweat. The aftershocks of my orgasm continued to ripple through me, each one a reminder of the intense pleasure I had just experienced. I took a deep breath, the reality of the situation slowly seeping back in. I had just masturbated in the shower, my body aching with the memory of the recruit's touch, his erection pressing against me, his desire palpable.

As I stepped out of the shower, I wrapped myself in my already wet towel, the weight of it a comforting embrace. I knew that this encounter, this moment of forbidden pleasure, would stay with me. Back in the room Laura was talking about her ex-husbands sex skills to Candice as they changed into their uniforms. It was clear Laura still had a place in her heart for her ex, but at the same time seemed to prefer the single life, but when I suggested she maybe wasn't over him it killed the conversation.

Chapter 3

The classroom was filled with the hum of quiet conversation and the occasional scrape of a chair as officer cadets settled in for the day's lesson. I sat in the back row, my notebook open and pen poised, ready to absorb the intricacies of ground radar technology. The instructor, a seasoned officer with a no-nonsense demeanour, began his lecture, his voice steady and authoritative as he explained the principles of radar waves and their applications in military operations.

As I listened, my gaze wandered over the sea of faces in the classroom, and that's when I saw him. The recruit from the shower incident was seated a few rows ahead, his back to me. My heart skipped a beat, and I felt a rush of conflicting emotions; embarrassment, excitement, and a lingering sense of desire. I quickly averted my gaze, focusing on the instructor, but my mind was elsewhere, replaying the intimate encounter in the shower.

The class seemed to drag on, each minute feeling like an eternity as I struggled to concentrate. When the Major concluded with a poor joke, signalling the end of the lecture, I gathered my things and made my way to the front of the room. He was already standing by the door, his name tag prominently displayed on his chest saying "King". I took a deep breath and approached him, my heart racing.

"Excuse me," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. He turned to face me, his eyes widening slightly in recognition. "I'm Sarah," I continued, extending my hand. "We, um, we met in the showers the other day." He looked around as if to see if anybody had heard my introduction, but seeing nobody was close, he smiled, a slow, charming curve of his lips. "Liam," he replied, shaking my hand firmly. "Liam King. It's nice to officially meet you, Sarah." His eyes darted to my chest, taking in the name tag stitched to my battle dress uniform, noting my surname.

I felt a flush creep up my cheeks, and I quickly withdrew my hand, touching my hand to my mouth nervously. "Yeah, nice to meet you too." I mumbled, feeling suddenly self-conscious. He then said perhaps we will catch up again soon, but that he wouldn't be using our floor again to shower.

Over the next few days, I found myself hoping to catch a glimpse of Liam in the showers, my mind filled with memories of our encounter and the intense pleasure that followed. But fate seemed to have other plans, and our paths did not cross again in that intimate setting. I threw myself into my training, pushing myself to the limit, using the physical exertion as a distraction from the lingering desire in me. But, like with Jay, I knew I couldn't really go anywhere with this man, the Army would not approve and all my efforts to become an officer would be wasted.

However, a week later, I was paired with Liam, Candice, and another male recruit named Andy for a teamwork exercise. The objective was to navigate a series of obstacles, testing our communication, strategy, and physical prowess. As we began the course, I could feel Liam's presence beside me, his body close to mine as we manoeuvred through the first few challenges. Success required a combination of physical strength, strategic thinking, and teamwork to complete in the limited time given.

As we approached a particularly tricky obstacle, a high wall that required a boost to the top, I felt Liam's hands on my backside, guiding me as he gave me a lift. His touch was firm and confident, and I couldn't help but wonder if it was accidental or deliberate. I climbed over the wall, my heart racing, and turned to see Liam and Andy following close behind, my own body hanging over the other side so they could grip my arms to navigate over more easily.

The course was a gruelling succession of obstacles. We were forced into awkward, close quarters by the task, an oil drum suspended in a complex rope harness Andy had fashioned, that must never touch the ground. Liam's hands were everywhere, a necessary contact maybe, but I was also thinking he was he taking advantage of the situation. His hands on my hips to steady me, on my back to push; at one narrow squeeze, his hand brushed my boobs three or four times as Andy and Candice worked beside us, but never when the sergeant came close. The eagle-eyed sergeant, who had been roaming between teams and obstacles, was just a few feet away, waiting for a single failure to call an end to it all. I didn't know if it was intentional or not, but I didn't complain, and in fact I was quite enjoying his touch. There was something thrilling about the ambiguity, the not knowing, that sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

I had one eye on Candice and Andy who were in the same boat, but he wasn't doing any touching that might be considered inappropriate. I had to assume that Liam, because of our previous encounter, didn't consider this a big deal. As we neared the end of the course, I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins, my body alive with a mix of exhilaration and desire. We crossed the finish line, and I turned to high-five my teammates, my eyes meeting Liam's for a brief, intense moment. The impressed corporal, with clipboard and stopwatch in hand, let us all know we had passed this test with over five minutes to spare.

Later, as we gathered to debrief, Candice pulled me aside, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "So, what's going on with you and Liam?" she asked, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "I noticed the way he was touching you out there. It seemed a bit more than just teamwork." I felt a blush creep up my cheeks, and I hesitated for a moment before responding. "It's kind of complicated," I said, choosing my words carefully. "We had an encounter in the showers the other day, and I think he's been flirting with me ever since."

Candice's eyes widened with surprise, and she leaned in closer, eager for more details. "Oh my god, really? That's so hot! What happened?" I took a deep breath, deciding to share the bare minimum. "He, um, he saw me naked, another one from upstairs not realising we were back from the RAF base. It was an accident, but it was intense. And ever since then, I've been hoping to see him again, but it hasn't happened."

Candice's grin widened, and she gave me a playful nudge. "Well, it looks like fate has other plans. Maybe this is your chance to explore things further. Just be careful, okay? I don't want to see you get hurt, and no man is worth getting kicked out of the Army for, not after all we've been through!" She pressed me for more, asking if I'd seen his cock, and asked for the details about its size, shape, and if circumcised. I didn't tell her he got hard as I didn't want to embarrass him, but was honest about his body to Candice.