A Shy Soldier

The Major's daughter. I I was serving in the military in Curitiba, imagine how difficult it was for a shy country boy to settle in a metropolis. I am light brown, 1.68 cm tall, my body was worn out by the exercises and at the peak of eighteen, my hormones were at full load. But since I was on guard at the main gate, it was a torture when the girls with their spiked mini-sacks passed on their way to the school that worked nearby, the only way to get out of the suffocation was to wait for the shift change and run to the bathroom to undo a 5x1. That was already bothering me, because I could not see a woman whose penis was starting to grow asking for treatment. The army had a farmhouse near the city of Araucaria, where years ago the Cavalry Armament raised and trained its horses. Because it was a beautiful place, the officers, lieutenants and sergeants of the Curitiba barracks used it for leisure. So the Curitiba barracks took turns to take care of the place to keep it in full use. Monthly, it was the turn of our unit to stay there for a week to stand guard and carry out the necessary repairs. Since I like rural life very much, I always volunteered for such a task, for as I lived in the barracks, it was a relief to change airs from time to time. The week of service at Coudelaria Tindiqüera (the name of the farm) was from Tuesday to Tuesday. One Sunday, the officers gathered for a celebration, most of them came with their families, as I was not on the guard, as everyone knows, a private soldier away from his family is always short of money and to earn some change I decided to work as a waiter. Circulating a tray of snacks among the guests, served in the fraternisation of the officer. A little further away from the buzz of the party, sunbathing on my belly by the pool with her body covered only by a minimal bikini, I noticed a woman. I paid more attention to the beautiful work of nature, sunburned blonde, with a very fine line of golden hair that arose in the middle of the back and accompanied the spine disappeared under the prints of the tiny bathing suit that made even more swell a bundle. I felt the blood pulsate and accumulate in the sex making it quadruple in volume. I was not bestowed by nature with a rich dowry, I consider myself a normal man, (17x5) but under the military uniform, my pinto, in the face of the situation became a volume difficult to conceal. As if connected by invisible threads, the bloodstream that agitated me, moved also with that body that I disguisedly admired, for the girl sat and stared at me. My inner timidity came out leaving me with a red face, noticing this, the blond goddess got up and went to where I was, and as if nothing was happening asked for a canvas to be and all the time she lowered her eyes to the protruding volume under the arm of my trousers while she sensuously bit a foot and her tongue passed between her teeth. Embarrassed by this attitude, looking for a way for others not to notice what was going on, I stepped away. I snuck into the kitchen, dropped the tray on the table, and wandered into the dormitory next to the banquet hall, where I went to the bathroom and applied a 5x1 offering all the milk that flowed from my pocket to that woman. Relieved and reassured, I returned to the reception to continue my service. I picked up a tray and circled around again offering its contents to the guests. At one point, there was the guria, now dressed in a short white apron and a flowery top that stuck over her body. Under the fabric one could notice the rigid and well-formed breasts with protruding nipples, her honey-colored eyes were watching me, a pink mouth with fleshy lips gently moved towards me sending a kiss, not believing, I looked back to see if there was no one in order to be absolutely sure that the kiss was really for me, who surprised, behind only a wall. It was as if I took a punch in the stomach, I was almost without air, timidity and hormones again, bravely manifesting against nature, I moved away to control myself and to continue my work. Here I found that penetrating sunlight, accompanying me, was almost ready to leave the party, if the soldiers were ready to hide, to watch the night, the red soldiers were ready to leave the prison. Someone found a barrel of choop almost full, the corporal who commanded us, a good-natured military man asked us not to overdo it, because he could even take some punishment if someone higher knew, but despite the appeal the party began from the bottom, until the soldiers climbed on the guard round and a half appeared there to wet the beak, that night we went to sleep at dawn, only after we emptied the whole chope. I went to sleep with the thought that as soon as I returned to the barracks, I would find out who the girl was who had rocked me so much, remembering that body and feeling in my retinas the intense glow of the sweet look I fell asleep. As I reported on Tuesday morning, after we delivered the service to the garrison of another barracks, we returned to Curitiba where we resumed our routine, broken by that almost week-long vacation. I continued with the rush of thought, dedicating my solitary sexual struggles to the wonderful vision. A few days after the event, on a rainy Friday morning at around 10:30 am, I was on guard duty at the main guardhouse when a car pulled up to the gate to enter the barracks. As usual, I signaled to the driver to stop for identification. I drove to the car to carry out the procedures, great was my surprise, in front of me, smiling was the angelic face with those beautiful eyes that I had dreamed so much. Babbling, I asked for her papers, she handed me her ID and driving license, I even went to the communication phone with the bodyguard to ask for permission to access the barracks. I got a call from the daytime sergeant whose I.D. I read. Name: Thiamy of such... father: Antonio of such... mother: Mirthys of such... (fictitious names), Driven by the thrill of seeing her again, I didn't pay attention to the name of the girl's father, I just thought what a beautiful name, it fits perfectly with this beautiful woman, but the sergeant's energetic voice made me quickly return to reality. Open the door fast, it's not for sale who is the daughter of the mayor