The Best of Lucy Felthouse by Lucy Felthouse Page B

know.”
    He had the good grace to look embarrassed.
    â€œI’m sorry,” he said, “it’s just in my nature and my job description to be suspicious of everyone. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
    â€œIt’s OK. Taking abuse is another part of my job role.”
    He grimaced. “I said I’m sorry. Look, we’re nearly here.”
    I wasn’t sure what we were supposed to be looking at, exactly. We were motoring through a quaint little village, which didn’t look at all military. I didn’t know what to expect, but my pervy frame of mind was hoping for dozens of men in uniform walking the streets. Damn my libido-driven imagination.
    A few moments later we turned left up a long road which had a kind of gatehouse at the other end. We trundled up to the gates and were waved through after the guard had a cursory glance inside the truck, and nodded at me.
    Matt manoeuvred the truck through the grounds and the groups of uniformed men (finally!). There were women too, of course, but I wasn’t interested in them. Though I could certainly see the logic behind their career choice. He headed for some garages and pulled the vehicle inside, then killed the engine. Great, I thought, now I’ve got to attempt to get out of this damn thing. Preferably without flashing my pants.
    I needn’t have worried, though. Matt came to the rescue by jumping out of his seat and coming round to my side. He flung open the door and stood looking at me, an amused expression on his face. I flashed him a grin and swung my legs around to the side of the seat and made to slide down out of the seat, using Matt as a kind of fireman’s pole. What happened next was somewhat of a blur. The most erotic damn blur of my life.
    As I slid down with Matt helping me as gentlemanly as he could in the circumstances, I became very aware that I was rubbing my body against his. Now I wasn’t too concerned by that fact, because I couldn’t think of anything else I wanted more. Except to do the very same thing, naked. But I had no idea of how he felt about me, if he even found me attractive. A couple of seconds later, I knew the answer. My feet touched the floor, but I was in no hurry to move. Pressed tightly to Matt, I could feel his erection straining against the confines of his combats. His hands were still on my waist and as our eyes met, I felt his fingers tighten against my flesh, which sent a lightning bolt of arousal to my groin.
    He wanted me as much as I wanted him, that much was obvious. But I also knew that he wouldn’t do anything about it. He was at work; his job was on the line. Hell, so was mine. I could tell he was struggling with his conscience, so after shouting a firm internal “fuck off” at mine, I decided to bite the bullet. You only live once, after all.
    I kissed him. No mean feat I tell you. Me being tiny, him towering over me and all. I just slipped my hands up to his neck and stretched up, pulling him down to meet me halfway. The moment our lips touched was electric. The combination of the situation, the risk, his attire and my overactive libido had my pussy oozing almost immediately.
    Stunned at first, Matt barely moved, he just let me kiss him. But seconds later, it was as if a switch had been flipped. The little devil on his shoulder clearly won. Lucky me. He began kissing me back with gusto, one hand travelling north from my waist and tangling into my hair, pulling me closer and deepening the kiss.
    Our tongues danced together, our hands caressed one another, and our groins – well, they did what groins do when they’re sexually aroused. My tight skirt meant I couldn’t press myself against his hardness as much as I’d have liked, but still. I knew a way I could fix that. As I pulled away to glance behind me at the still open door of the truck, strong hands lifted me back onto the seat I’d just vacated. They then proceeded to push at my skirt,