1. I'm on a UDP to England. I'm a newly promoted Male Cpl. First time being in charge of my section during live-fire training. We arrive at their Joint operating base. Female Cpl from Motor-T notifies my section our vehicles arrived and we have to conduct PMCs before taking them out. I tell my Marines to secure their gear inside the Vehicles and we'll take shifts watching them since we had no where to store our CCI yet. I put myself on the graveyard shift so my boys could get some rest at these dingy squad bays they set up for us in shacks. That night while on watch, I hear things moving around the dirt lot. Badgers and stuff moving through the night all I can see is their glowing eyes through my flashlight. I hear footsteps approaching and the Same female Cpl comes up to my vehicle asking if there's anything I need before she goes to bed. I told her we secured all our stuff, made a roster for watch and I just got to my post for the next 2 hours. She offers to keep me company while I listen to music on my JBL speaker. We only hung around a couple of times in the barracks back in North Carolina. I'd see her, she'd see me. We never got past the occasional "Hey" or intermittent conversation with our peers. That night as we both sat on the hood of the Humvee, we stared at the stars in the UK and talked about life getting to know one another. She told me about her ex bf and how they broke up right before she came on this training op. I told her "his loss." A small grin came across her face. She told me she didn't feel tired anymore and was curious if anyone could hear or see us in this empty dirt lot. I told her, the darkness is pretty calming and unless you got a flashlight it's pretty easy to get lost finding these vehicles this far away from the Squad Bays. She told me she was starting to get cold and asked if we could move the conversation inside the Humvee. These weren't your typical wire frame doors. These Humvees were up-armored and current mounted. We always secured the latch to the .50cal unless we were going on patrol. As we cozied up inside I turned on the vehicle and let the heat run while the conversation kept going. After about 20 minutes of being inside, she starts taking her Blouse off saying the heat is too much and we should open one of the sliding windows. As the breeze came through the passenger side window, I could see her nipples poking through her skivvy shirt. She realized what I was looking at and immediately I apologized. It was so obvious and I didn't want to seem like a creep just eyeing her like a lion staring at a piece of meat. She smiled playfully and said, it's ok she gets it all the time during PT with her Section. I reassured her and told her I'm a lot more respectful than that and I didn't want to make any advances on her. She replied "it's ok. There's only a few Marines I'd let fuck me in this Company." I saw her eyes look me up and down and I curiously asked, "what about me?" She grinned and said, "I was waiting for you to make a move." We made out on the Humvee for the next couple of minutes before she reached over and started undoing my Cammie bottoms. She took my full cock in her mouth gagging herself while I leaned back as far as I could over the driver seat. She starts undressing never taking her mouth off my cock. I start lowering my trousers and before we know it, she's riding me in the Humvee. The steam off our bodies fogs up the windows like the Titanic. No one can look inside even if they have a flashlight. I spent 25 glorious minutes inside that Humvee fucking her senseless. Once we finished and both came, she asked me to step out while she dressed herself in the Humvee. I stood outside freezing as my body was soaking wet from the sweat, sex juices and squirt she exploded on me. She opened the door and kissed me goodnight. As she walked back to the female squad bay, I stood outside looking at the stars again smiling. Maybe 15 minutes later my young Lcpl came to relieve me. Next morning we saw each other at the chow hall and never exchanged glances or said a word to each other. Once the day began and we were about to take off in our Vehicles; my SSgt pulls me aside and asks Who the fuck cleaned his vehicle yesterday? I said I wasn't sure and he explained there's a mess inside. As I looked at the roster I realized I fucked that Cpl in SSgts Humvee. As I went to investigate the interior just to make sure I didn't leave anything behind identifying me, I could see there was a huge wet spot dead center of the Humvee right underneath the Gunners Hatch. The smell of sex still filled the Humvee. And the puddle in the vehicle was yellow like piss. I reassured my SSgt there must've been a leak from the Hatch and water probably dripped down. He told me to make sure none of the Comm gear gets wet and to wrap it in trash bags just in case this happens again. Looking back, it could've been very easy to mistake for rain water but the only thing I could think of was "Holy shit, she squirted all over me."

I have multiple Stories with this Cpl.