Neighbors on Base (closed)

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S/Sgt Craig Donaldson
Age: 24
Height 6'0"
Weight 170lbs

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I was a career soldier, three tours of Iraq and two of Afghanistan and there were more slated for me in the future. Right now I'm stationed at Fort Riley, Kansas, in the middle of fuck nowhere. The summers were intensely hot and the winters had ice and snow. With all the deployments and demands of my job at Battalion S-2, intelligence, I didn't have time to form lasting relationships. The last time I had sex was six months ago in Iraq with a sergeant named Cho from another battalion. There wasn't anything to it. It was just to relieve ourselves. We kissed, we banged, we came, and then went out separate ways and I haven't seen her since. Now that i'm going home, though, I can get out of this uniform and get myself a relaxing hot shower and get into some fresh, civilian clothes.

Living on base though had its own perks as well as a great many that were not. The homes were simple in construction and we had to be cautious about how we treated it, we couldn't do renovations, paint it, or anything like that unless we had permission, and it was rent free but it meant sharing the neighborhood with other folks from the service. I didn't mind it so much except some of them had their families and they were noisy and nosey, but all I cared about right now was getting home and getting into something dry and then relaxing.
 
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Another boring day many commanding officers mistake me for a secretary and therefore the respect is almost non exsistant.

God why didn't I listen to my mother and my fathers demands for me to become something I so detest, a lonely house wife to some dead end job holding husband and three or four rug rats nipping at my heels then I look at my pristine white uniform that makes me proud to be a serving member of this great nation of patriots.

Next door he is a modern marvel of manhood not like the rest a true soldier. One day I will pluck up the courage to ask him his name.

Me my name is Constance Rivera
22071988 rank classified.
 
Getting home I dart out of my car and head inside to shed my uniform and get into the shower and wipe all of this skunk from my body and get into some clean clothes. The blast of the AC was refreshing when I stepped inside the door and dropped my bag by the door and then kicked off my boots. Sweet mother of Jesus it was cool in here that I took off my blouse and hung it up on the rod behind the door and went to the bathroom. There I began taking off my trousers and looked myself in the mirror to get a good look at myself and decided that I better get rid of this growing scruff that was on my face.

He saw his neighbor a few times but never been formally introduced. Seemed to be a damn shame because I only saw her in the formal white uniform but didn't see a husband so that was a bit enticing that she would be single.
 
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The heat of the day cool water from the tap just didn't cut it.

I need a drink something exotic grabbing my keys pulling the door closed my car looked so hot and touching the handle it confirmed what I expected Damn! it the breeze from the ac next door hit me like a wave of a winters blast god! he has it all that smugness, walking back to my oven of a house bent down to pick a small flower from my modest garden.
 
"This shits got to go" I said to myself then heard a sharp exclaim outside that made me open the frosted window to the bathroom that looked towards my neighbors and peeked outside to see a slender woman in a white uniform out by her car. Rather pretty looking with that white uniform. She looked very sexy, even from afar but it was a shame that we hadn't been introduced yet but right now didn't seem to be the time because she was leaving and I was in the bathroom with no shirt on. It wouldn't be proper. Perhaps when she got home. By then I'll be clean and better clothed.
 
I have to go get all pretty for a cold glass of wine and cheap late night banter what a chore,


key in the lock turns and breaks key.Give me a break!

Its hot and I just wanna cold drink will there ever be some luck in my life.Wait a minute next door is home maybe just maybe he can help me.

Just breathe you can do this Constance don't go all girly heads for the door ring or knock ring or knock.
 
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I'm just now getting out the shower and drying myself off with a thick towel and wiping the condensation from the mirror and lathering up some cream for a shave. The smooth touch of the razor as it goes across my smooth cheeks, wiping away all of that fuzz. In just a few moments i'm done, dabbing some cologne that stung then drying off and putting on some jogging trousers and a gray t-shirt and some white socks.

Now I could get a cold beer and sit down in my nice leather recliner and take a load off for the weekend. That was when I heard a flurry of noises from my neighbor.
 
There was a knock on my door. Usually I never get a knock on my door except it being the mail man, but it was well past that time for him to be around. Going to the fridge and taking a cold beer and going to the front door, along the way I twist off the cap and take a swig and feel the cool liquid flow down my thoat. Ohh, that was good.

Going to the front door I turn the dead bolt and heard it click and then grasped the handle and pull it open revealing a woman in white uniform, "Uh, hi" I said rather surprised.
 
Automatically salute.

Sir may I trouble you for some assistance my key broke and I am locked out of my unit.

Thinking of greater things he is simply a stunning memory of some one I did once love but lost in that place of where horrific acts of pure violence were not uncommon.

Still professional I should introduce myself I am Constance G Rivera Just transferred from fort Albion State Utah.
 
Rather surprised at first with the salute as my beer was in my right hand but shifting it over to the left hand and giving a salute and smiling, "Uh, hi, i'm Craig Doneldson. Nice to meet you, offering my hand to shake. "What seems to be the problem, Rivera?"

I did have a tool set in my garage and a drill that would be able to help her. I hadn't done anything like this in a long time, but it wouldn't hurt to go and have a look see. Maybe some pliers would be enough to remove her broken key. It wasn't at all surprising now that I think on it that someone broke their key inside their lock. This was Government property and they tended to make things cheap, simple, and easy which meant a lot of things I had to do inside my house I repaired on my own because the contractors decided to go cheap and use low grade wiring. It was illegal in the sense, but I didn't care.

"Why don't you follow me to my garage," I said, "And we'll get my bag and to see what we can do" before sliding my feet into a pair of running shoes and stepping outside, closing the door behind me and taking my keys from the hook and pressing the garage door. The machine came to life, slowing yawning open revealing my working bench and a wall full of tools.
 
Follow you? you mean oh, OK Felt like a idiot cant get my words out all I could think of was his upper body the muscles and all that going on.


I walked slow as to follow behind him, yes god yes but it was so hot and if he did in fact make it happen to gain access, what would he expect in return? knowing that I just finished a load of my intimates and had them hanging in my living room, think quickly a bold dash, if he makes it in to cover them up regulation or not he cant see what i like to have touch my body under my uniform.

Do I offer him some kind of refreshment all I have is white wine no coolant for his taste beer.
screw it Constance just drop the ball and see if he runs with it to the goal line.
 
Grabbing my tool bag and my drill I said to her, "Let's go" and moved on. She was pretty looking, though I was cautious not to stare because we were drilled constantly about the sexual harassment thing and also I should look to see if she had a wedding ring or anything, but I couldn't tell with the casual glances as I went over, bag and drill in one hand and beer in the other. I was on the job but off the clock here. Going up to her door and setting everything down I kneeled and looked at the lock. Hmm. Could see the rough edges of the key were it snapped out, but there was a tiny bit sticking out of the lock that it might be enough for me to use my pliers and extract it.

Opening my bag I flicked my eyes towards her and gave a smile, "Doesn't look too bad" I replied, "Let's see if I can get it out this way," and pulled out a pair of needle nose pliers and went to work. This was suppose to be a simple job. I didn't expect anything in return but she had this worried look on her face as I went at it, as if something was on her mind. Maybe it was the heat or maybe she had to use the bathroom.

"You can go inside my place and relax, if you need to" I said, "Might take me a few minutes and I know it's pretty hot to stay inside those Class As."
 
Nervously I thought over my options, If to escape the heat the dry wind and the hot baking sun or expose why I was so anxious to get in and forced my key to hard into the lock I knew the tumblers clicked as to allow me entry but I forced it beyond the open and jammed the lock.

This man I know little of is there helping me open my door.


Sparking back to reality I sprouted with the all to familiar phrase
No thank you! I just want to get inside and get my uniform off, not thinking about the delivery of how I spoke, it sounded like I wanted to get in and get naked

Sorry been a real bad day today some idiot got my transfer all ass backward and I got dumped here where ever the hell this place is anyhow back water stupid poor excuse for a base of operations no wonder the base command leaks like the proverbial siv
 
Boy,was she upset, spouting off her description of this base. Can't say I blame her but the heat must be getting to her. It wasn't to me, because I was wearing comfortable clothing while she was in that intolerably stuffy white jacket. She wanted to get inside and I was trying with the pliers. I was able to pinch the end of the broken key and began to pull but the pliers slipped off and I tried again and again. I hated these cheap, Chinese made things. The metal was weak and not reliable.

Finally I got a handle on it and turned it and there was the 'click' of the dead bolt sliding out of its place. At last! It worked. Now the tricky part was getting the broken end out. Taking a quick rest I took a drink of my beer and flicked my eyes over at Rivera whom was still worried. I couldn't tell why she was worried so much. It wasn't like she was going to starve, but after a rest I went back to work.

"Wait" I said, "I think I got it" and a gentle tug the key slipped out. "Voila!" I replied standing up and turning towards her with the pliers still in hand holding up the broken key.
 
I guess a thank you is in order Sir!

Holding out my hand to take the remains of my house keys making contact with his hand and the way it felt so cool and not at all sweat filled "I would offer you a fresh drink but my place is in such disarray and I have not had the time to unpack my belongings, boxes everywhere and such"

Just call me Connie it is so nice to meet you.I better get started don't want to be late for school is so demanding isn't it?

Turning away and pushing the handle of my unit door thank you again sorry I troubled you.
closing the door leaving him at my opening.

Rushing around like madly insane picking up all my underwear and stuffing it in a hamper rushing back to see if he was still around secretly hoping to watch as he strolled off with that confident swagger of a job well done and his sense of chivalry intact.
 
Well, that was quick, saying to myself. At least she wasn't rude about it all. Taking up my gear I head back to my place, deposit the equipment inside the garage and closing it then heading back inside. Finally I can sit down on my recliner and take a load off. It didn't take as long as I thought it would be to fix her trouble, but it certainly could have been avoided had they made better keys. Rivera, or Connie as she liked to be called, was certainly pretty with that tight fitting uniform on, but certainly was in a hurry to get inside. I wonder why, but that wasn't me to ask, because who knows, she could have had top secret nuclear material inside or something like that. I wasn't going to ask for any special favors after completing the task, it was simply a neighbor helping a neighbor, but maybe that's what she thought and was in such a hurry to get away from me; that as soon as I was inside I would have asked her to blow me, or something. That wasn't the case. It was a friday and I wanted to take a load off and relax not blow a load especially after taking a shower.

Though I wouldn't mind seeing her again, maybe in that uniform but in something much more cool.
 
Must make a phone call to check and see if there is any news from my mother today.

"Hi mom Its me again yes I'm still single yes I'm sure there are nice men here no it isn't all that bad Mom I met a guy today he is kinda OK for a jarhead,Yeah I know Mom I didn't want to have children mom please do we need to go over this again no im not a dike or a lesbian and no Im not into that either is dad home mom MOM! GOT TO GO NOW MANEUVERS BYE LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!"

One day maybe mom one day Ill find Mr right or just right now (SIGH) I was such in a hurry perhaps a drink would be nice but misery loves company and like in that song it is better than drinking alone.

Closet now what to wear, what to wear no that's not it the black one yes with this yes matching shoes, now underwear something loose yeah teddy and some thing sexy but not slutty stockings and a garter-belt make up just nice and some channel Perfume red lipstick and a small purse. Ill go to the tavern in town the base is so full of fake smiles and cheap lines , heads to transit stops briefly at his door he was awful nice to help should I?
 
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One thing about living on your own, you didn't have to answer to anyone. I could do whatever I want when I want. Like right now I had finished my first beer and working on my second one while watching my TV. I didn't have a wife or a girlfriend. There was no nagging and there was no need to go out. I didn't want a relationship to complicate my career especially after long deployments. Seen too many good men get wasted with a broad they met on or off base and while they were gone they take everything from the children, the house, the money, or riding off with some other man. That wasn't going to be me.

As I leaned back in my chair and felt the cool waves of the AC flowing over my face I flicked my eyes towards the kitchen window that opened towards the neighbors and saw a bit of movement through the narrow slits in her blinds. Connie was moving about. It had to be her because she was alone. Didn't see a ring so it had to be her. Wonder what she was doing. I wasn't going anywhere at the time because, why? I didn't have a need to except get up for another beer, which was due shortly.
 
Paused adjusted my stockings and straighten my dress clipped my ear rings and walked on, tonight I am gonna enjoy the night.


As I walked towards Transit some idiot in a Humvee wolf whistled at me just typical I thought
No matter how smart I am and that I possibly could kill him with one punch, I just ignored it and walked on towards the van.

Heading towards the check point the guard asked for my release paper to leave the base so I rummaged though my purse to find it didn't want the Mps to retrieve me and that would make the base commander see red.

Here as the guard read it over I just thought of him the guy from the day he was very helpful what was it he said his name was Craig Donaldson.
oh well he didn't seem all that into meeting people and being social.

Ok free to go for a few hours .Out side the gate I stopped and looked back he did help me with out asking for a kiss even I like that very much a gentleman turning around and looking at the guard sorry left the iron on and headed for Mr Donaldson's home.

Pulling up outside his house and walked up to his door could hear the tv blaring and thought of how he would answer the door in his sivvys or a towel.
 
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I watching the television and wasn't expecting visitors and was a bit annoyed because the game was on and it wasn't a commercial. Waiting for just a moment for a time out or a quick cut to the announcers I rose from my seat and went to the door clad in my gray PT short sleeve shirt and black shorts and white socks and grumbling to myself that someone better be dead if they were disturbing me right now.

It had been awhile since I saw Connie when I helped her with her door. I did see her briefly when she was leaving base all dolled up for a night on the town. Bet that would be a sight to see at some club. Guys would be all over that if they could see what I saw.

I turned the door handle and pulled it open and my eyes went wide when I saw that it was Connie standing right before me. "Oh, hi!" I replied with a smile. "What's going on? You locked out of your place again?"
 
Holding my purse close and leaning up on my heels, nervously looked him up and down and
timidly smiled.

"I wish to thank you for your assistance today in my dilemma and invite you to accompany me out to a tavern for some refreshment and perhaps some quite enjoyment.

"SIR" salutes and awaits a response.

Thinking what the hell am I doing I am having some kind of brain malfunction if he suspected me as just some sex starved love crazed bimbo.

Before he could answer me I leaned up kissing his cheek that is for the door I didnt expect you to just drop everything to help me.
 
Her appearance at the door was a surprise but her proposal and then the kiss to the cheek was beyond that. I wasn't angry. I wasn't expecting any sort of reward but she was upfront with going out and looking her over it was hard to turn it down especially about what she was wearing. "Sure" I replied, "Let me get dressed. Come on in and have a set. Let me get you a drink and i'll get changed," beckoning her inside and closing the door behind and getting a look of her from behind. Such a fine figure both front and back. It was a real shame that someone else had not picked up on her already.

Pointing towards the love seat flanking my recliner that was a soft black leather I said, "Go ahead and have a seat. Can I get you something to drink?" as I went to the kitchen. Inside my mind I started going over what I could wear for this occasion. It had to be rather loose because it was for a few drinks at a tavern, it wasn't an formal occassion.
 
What ever you have that's cold would be just fine Craig.Can I call you Craig or do you prefer Mr Donaldson.

I take a seat next to his chair the faint smell of beer and leather makes me think of a club I used to go to in my teens.


Oh my this place is very nice.making a mental note of how his place was set out
How long have you been at this base?
 
"I've been here for a couple of years" I replied going to the fridge and taking out a cold bottle of beer. Coming back I snap off the lid and hand it to her then say, "I'm going to change. Be back in a couple of minutes" and go to my bedroom and close the door. Throwing open my closet it was difficult to choose what to wear. I wasn't going to impression I threw on some black slacks, a white button up t-shirt and a black vest and went to the bathroom to style my hair, brush my teeth and then some black dress shoes, stuff I had not worn in a long time and seemed to be ill fitting at first but I came back to Connie and held out my arms, "Well, what do you think?"
 
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