Ramblings of an Old Man – Afterthoughts 01

I had first met Julie, when we were both trainees, at a UK military engineering college, both of us undergoing the first year of our Stage 1 electronics apprenticeships. I say met, that is a little bit of an exaggeration. I was almost at the end of my year as she started hers. So, it was a limited association. We would exchange pleasantries in passing, and on a few occasions, found ourselves at the same table in the cookhouse, at mealtimes, and engaged in polite conversation, as you do.

Julie was an absolute stunner. Way above my league, so I would not have dreamed of making a play for her. Besides which, at the time I was in a long-term relationship with Sandie, a local girl who, shall we say, had been satisfying my needs for several months; and continued to do so until my course ended and I was unexpectedly deployed overseas, in response to the 1974 Cyprus Emergency.

It was there, in Cyprus, that our paths crossed again. I was about 18-months into my tour, when she too was deployed to the same unit. We became shift partners at work, and to my astonishment, virtually at once sexual partners too. (Again, I refer you to ‘Lumpy Jumper’ if you want the full background.)

As I mentioned, Julie was a stunner. Like me, she was in her early twenties. Standing around 5’-6”, to my six feet, with dirty blonde hair which, when not pinned up on duty, would cascade just below her shoulders or as I loved worn in a sexy ponytail leaving her face and neck exposed. As a competitive swimmer her athletic body was to die for. She was a swimsuit designers dream, filling their offerings to perfection. I am of course biased, but if she were to have modelled them professionally, sales would have skyrocketed. Not to mention curing erectile dysfunction in millions of suffering men!



Julie was justifiably proud of her body. She would not deliberately flaunt it in public, though was not shy about what she wore, her choices of clothing complimenting her figure to perfection. But when we were alone, in private, she would unashamedly go naked at every opportunity. Her swimmer’s physique gave her strong, but not overly muscular, shoulders, arms, legs, and thighs. And above her flat tight belly, breasts the like of which I had never experienced before, or since. Her tits were larger than average, but so unbelievably firm. Seeing them these days, you would at once say ‘fake.’ But I can assure you they were all hers and all natural.

Being the 1970s, this was also the era of the prolific pubic bush. Though Julie spent so much time in swimwear, both in the pool and on the beach that, much to my delight, she kept her pubes trimmed short and and clear of her folds and her ‘bikini line,’ as she put it. I have always preferred the shaven heaven. Yeah, yeah. Personal choice I know, and most definitely the woman’s own decision whether to shave or not, but I like what I like.

For looks alone, Julie was worshipped by me as goddess. But an even more ‘attractive’ feature that put her in the pantheon of gods was, she absolutely adored sex! Sex of all varieties. Just about anything was on the menu (though just to be clear we never did anal.) She seemed to be permanently horny, not that I was complaining. The problem was, as single military grunts, we each lived in our separate, segregated barrack blocks, in shared rooms. This meant opportunities to satisfy our lust were oftentimes limited.

Oh, we a had a couple of places where we could get some alone time. A ‘secret’ room in a disused accommodation hut; a tent in a camp site close to the base beach. We had some wonderful times there. But even these were problematic. Being ‘communal,’ on several occasions we had arrived, hot and horny, only to find them already occupied by another couple, leaving us frustrated. We tried ‘sex on the beach,’ but sand and screwing do not always mix well. We definitely needed to find other venues where we could perform. The first of these was staring us in the face, though we only cottoned on to it by chance.

As part of our function, my unit handled the operation and maintenance of many electronic systems. Several of these were situated in remote locations, scattered across the UK Sovereign Base Areas (SBAs) and Retained Sites. A few of them several miles from anywhere, reachable only by helicopter or by 4X4 along unmade tracks. As shift partners, Julie and I were often tasked with carrying out scheduled servicing of the equipments at these installations, including on night shifts. Thus, it was, during one particularly sexual dry spell, we found a new venue to sate our appetites.

One night shift, we had been detailed to undertake some planned maintenance tasks, at one of the most distant and remote locations.