Erotic Stories – A Soldier is Rewarded!

The sun is a blazing ball of heat and light pouring over the military base intensifying every word, every emotion, every action. The air is heavy with humidity as if the opponent’s hot oppressive breath is breathing all over Afghanistan.

Soldier with a gun
Silhouette of soldier with a gun on a background of city sunset with rays

I walk out of the nurses residential tent and weave through military personnel walking toward the medical tent. It’s a five minute walk but under the scorching sun and amongst the tension of war, I’m already dripping wet.

Soaked in Sweat

“Good morning.’ I announce in my most cheerful voice as I push past the door flaps of the tent.

I’m hardly noticed by the medical staff as they tend to patients. The heads of several nurses look up hoping that I might be the doctor but I’m only a voluntary nurse. Lined along the sides of the tent, patients lie in their beds divided only by sheer curtains.

“Good morning Venus.’ One of the nurses replies as she takes the blood pressure of a patient.

“What’s so good about this morning?’ I hear a voice in pain croak from behind one of the curtains.

“You’re alive.” I hear a stronger voice reply.

The curtain hiding the voice is pulled back and I recognize Owen: a strikingly handsome amputee that has become my favorite. He smiles and winks at me.

“That’s the right attitude.’ I reply cheerfully.

I smile politely at him as I pick up my chart and try to focus on my patient load. But my heart rate quickens as I remember a dream that I had last night. I was giving Owen a sponge bath and I was trying to be professional. But every time I would touch him with the sponge, his whole body would quake. He was becoming aroused, his eyes were hungry and he kept licking his lips and mouthing my name over and over again.

Focus Venus, focus. In all, there’s 15 patients that need sponge baths, massages and moral support. As a ‘candy striper,’ or voluntary nurse, I supply the most basic of services since I have no medical training. I walk over to the wash basin and begin washing my hands.

The smell of the tent is dense with sweat. I have my work cut out for me today as it’s my job to get these soldiers smelling and feeling better. Glancing into the small hanging mirror, I catch Owen’s chocolate brown eyes staring at my butt. His lips are pursed in a curious smile. He looks up at the mirror and we make eye contact, he confidently smiles before leaning back against his pillow with his hands behind his head.

“Okay, who feels like listening to some music?” I ask as I walk over to the stereo.

Some patients bark out requests: AC/DC, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Pearl Jam.

“Gentlemen, gentlemen, one at a time!” I laugh as I select Guns ‘n Roses: Sweet child of mine.

“That’s my girl.” I hear Owen say.

As it plays, I remember when he first arrived after surgery. He was sleeping off the pain medication when I passed by his bed. I lightly placed my hand on his forehead to feel if he had a temperature and his brown eyes fluttered opened.

“Am I hot, doctor?” He asked sheepishly smiling with dimples. I pulled my hand away and smiled politely.

“I’m not a doctor.” I told him.

“Who are you?” He asked, propping himself up on his arms.

“My name is Venus. I’m a voluntary nurse.” I replied.

His body was swollen with muscles and I couldn’t help but admire his physique. I pretended to scrawl something down on my chart. But inside, I was thinking that it’s been a long time since I’ve seen any action much less a man that makes my insides throb.

“Venus.” He mouthed my name and lied back in bed. I turned to walk away.

“You didn’t answer my question.” He reminded me.

“What’s that?” I asked naively.

“Am I hot?” He asked me.

I couldn’t help but laugh. The man’s leg had just been amputated yet his ego and libido were still intact.

“You’re warm.” I replied.

He bit his lower lip and closed his eyes, mouthing my name again, ‘Venus.’

A little bit of nurse eye-candy for the patients

I pick up the wash basin, the soap, sponge and lotion then make my way to the opposite wall of Owen’s bed knowing that he can see me, knowing that he’s watching me. I begin with a patient the furthest away from him and attempt to take my time. Making small talk, I undress him and wipe him down.

“How do I look?” The patient asks once I’ve finished.

“Looking good.” I reply, giving him a light squeeze before pulling the sheet back over him.

“There’s more where that came from.” He teases me.

“Don’t you go talking to my girl like that.” Owen tells him from across the room.

“I don’t see a ring on her finger.” The soldier yells back.

I can’t blame the boys for flirting. They’ve been out in this desert, fighting someone else’s war without a woman to remind them of the heaven that’s here on earth while they fight in this hell. There’s a strict code of ethics that I was informed of when I began this job. Although I’m not a medical professional, I’m still expected to act like a professional and that means no sexual relations with the patients. But they never said anything about relations with soldiers and that’s where the gray area lies.

I’ve been working my way around to Owen while playing hard to get. He’s feigning interest in a magazine but watching me as I move about my work. I can’t help but feel like I’m teasing him by making him watch me with other men. I wonder if he feels jealous watching me wash and rub other patients. I have to admit, I want him to be jealous, I want him to want my touch.

When I go back to the nurse station to get a fresh supply of towels, I notice that he’s lifting himself up and down on the handrails of the bed exercising his biceps. When our eyes meet, he wordlessly mouths my name and smiles with those dimples. He looks me up and down, drinking me in with his thirsty gaze. His eyes linger on my breasts. He licks his lips and closes his eyes continuing his exercise.

I walk to my next patient and realize that I’m wet and my nipples are hard. The desert heat is enough to bake but the heat coming from within me is enough to boil.

As I start undressing the next patient, I hear the doctor come in and walk over to Owen.

“So we’re discharging you today Lieutenant. You’ll be transferred back to the States to begin your rehabilitation and get you started with a prosthetic.”

My heart sinks upon hearing the news. Owen is not only leaving my supervision but also leaving Afghanistan. I try making small talk with the patient I’m working with but I hear my voice crack.

“Are you coming down with something Nurse Venus?” The doctor asks peeking over to my station.

“No sir, just clearing my throat.” I reply as I begin applying lotion.

“You got the magic touch.” The patient tells me, relaxing then sighing.

“You’re sweet.” I tell him before patting his hand and standing up.

“So if you just sign here.” The doctor is asking Owen to sign his release sheet.

“Sure thing.” He replies while scrawling his name, “But don’t think of putting me on that plane until I’m fresh and clean. I’ve been patiently waiting for the planets to align so I can have a proper bath.”

“Well Lieutenant, it looks like you’re up next. May I be the first but not the last to thank you for your service. Nurse Venus, Lieutenant Owen has just be discharged. Go on and freshen him up for his journey home.”

The doctor leaves the tent and I’m the only personnel left. Most of the patients are dozing and rightly so, they just been bathed and medicated. I walk over to Owen’s bed and he’s smiling from ear to ear.

‘Thank you for your dirty services!’

“So you’re a free man, huh?” I ask him.

“I’m no longer a patient, if that’s what you mean.” He raises his eyebrows and purses those thick lips.

He lifts his shirt off and I watch as every muscle flexes. I feel my heart rate quicken and my inner thighs shake a little as I set down my items next to his bed. The sheer curtains envelope us in a surreal sphere of sexual tension.

I sit down on the stool next to his bed and moisten the sponge in a fresh basin of water. Sweet Dreams by the Eurythmics begins to play. He moans a sigh of relief when I take the sponge to his chest, wiping down his pecs then his abs. I squeeze the sponge releasing liquid that dribbles down into his navel. He closes his eyes and mouths my name wordlessly. Venus.

‘Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world
And the seven seas
Everybody’s looking for something’

“I dreamed about you last night.” He whispers.

His eyes are closed and he’s rocked his head to the side as I remove his sheet and start to tug his boxers down. My cheeks flush as I notice that he’s getting hard and I’m living a waking dream. I can feel a thumping tribal drum pulsate in between my thighs.

“I bet you say that to all the nurses.” I try to hide like a blushing schoolgirl behind my nurse’s fatigue.

“I kept saying your name over and over again as you rode me then you moaned my name when you came.’ His dark eyes flutter open. He looks down at his cock and then at me.

“I knew that you dreamed of me when I saw you this morning.” He whispers.

I take the sponge and dab it over his cock while my breathing continues to grow shorter and faster.

“Is that so Lieutenant?” I bite my lip as he reaches out his hand. His finger touches my hard nipple that’s peeking through my nurse uniform.

“Get on top of me.” He tells me. “That’s an order.”

It’s as if the Eurythmics are encouraging us.

‘Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused.’

Without a moment’s hesitation, I mount him. Under my skirt, he pulls back my underwear and slides his cock inside of me. He flexes everything at once and grabs my hips, rocking them back and forth, back and forth. He unbuttons my blouse and my breasts fall onto his face, my nipple into his mouth. He bites it tenderly while thrusting even harder.

“Venus.” He mouths my name again and again. I grind him, my clit rubbing against his base until I’m on the verge of climaxing.

“Owen…” I grab my breast and squeeze it, opening my mouth to release a silent cry.

“Venus.” He mouths, grabbing a hold of my ass and spreading its cheeks before he thrusts a final pump that explodes like a canon’s fire inside of me.

With my two hands pressed against the wall, I look down at him as he looks up at me. Kissing my breasts, he pauses burying his head in between them, breathing heavily as his chest heaves up and down. I look to the left and through a slit of the sheer curtain, I make eye contact with an officer that’s standing at the nurse’s station and smiling.

“Lieutenant, we’re ready when you are.”

Sitting up, I button my blouse and ease off of his cock, climbing off of his bed.

I sigh, smile and bat my lashes.

“Lieutenant Owen, may I be the first but not the last to thank you for your service.”

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Gabriella Zene is an American writer who joined the Escort Advertising team in early 2016. Since then, she has gained a fine reputation, and adds a high level of sex industry expertise to the team.

She is certainly most famous for her informative, yet hilarious looks at sex from around the world. However, she is also well known for her erotic stories, as well as her blogs on sexual health, which she sees as vital in helping out men and women everywhere.

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One thought on “Erotic Stories – A Soldier is Rewarded!”

  1. Being in the army, some girls just seem to fall at your feet.
    I think it is the power of your position that they really enjoy and when you are giving it to them, they just love it.

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