I was on the verge of cuming without even touching it, but managed to hold off, just. She stuttered and stumbled, blushing like a beetroot, before declining. One story included detail of a boy, masturbating alone, after an unfulfilling date with a girl; I knew that feeling! I suppose she was technically masturbating, but I would guess she had no intention of going all out for an orgasm of her own. Weeks of basic, or boot camp as some know it, followed by a year of intensive initial engineering training, before joining my first unit as a junior engineer, to complete my full training in the field. Rubbing up and down her slit. To my surprise, after ten or so minutes, varying my grip, adjusting my position and pace, I was not getting there. The ramblings of an old man, as it were. Who was I to argue! Janet’s motion got faster, her vagina hotter and wetter still. I slowly started to see them as less of an irritation, to be tolerated for my own convenience, and more as young women, with rapidly blossoming bodies, nice for us young men to be around. With eyes closed, face towards the ceiling, Janet slowly lowered her pants.
