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I enjoy taking long hikes through the forest that is my backyard and this morning is no different. With tunes pumping into my ears, I follow one of the many familiar trails through the forest. I pass by a few fellow hikers, as well as dog walkers, all of them getting a cordial smile and nod from me as I focus on the music. I turn a corner and follow a less trafficked path. The bushes are a bit overgrown and I swat them aside left and right, my fingers tangle in webs and as I shake my hand, I catch a glimpse of something up ahead. My heart startles for a second until I realize it’s a person up ahead. Not just any person, but a member of the military. It’s certainly one of the perks of living close to the military base. Every once in awhile I get to see these uniformed men in training.

I pass by him, his rifle on his shoulder and he nods hello. I quietly reply with a verbal hello of my own. He smiles sweetly and my body flushes in heat. His eyes are a piercing blue and he has a dimple in his cheek. He’s quite a few years younger than I. Over the music I hear him speak something, but I am unable to understand his natural tongue. I pop an ear bud out and tell him sweetly that I do not speak his language in my English.

“Ah you speak English?” he asks in a thick German accent.

“Yes,” I respond.

“You are American girl?”

“Yes, you can say that.” I smile sweetly.

He kisses his finger tips like a chef would over a successful dessert. “You American girls are sexy!” He winks and smiles.

“Thank you,” I blush and turn to continue my walk. “Have a nice day.”

He waves, shaking his head left to right, watching my ass, no doubt, as I walk away. There’s a bounce to my step as I plug the ear bud back into my ear and continue on. My body however, tingles from the encounter. I can’t stop thinking about my new little soldier friend. Such a sweet young man fawning over me. He probably hasn’t had a woman in quite some time. I stop in my tracks. My heart races. Thoughts run through my mind. No… no you couldn’t. I think to myself. Well, why the hell not? Come on Mina, make his day and yours!

I stop the music and remove the ear buds from my ears and wind them gently before stuffing them into my shorts. I turn and walk back to my soldier friend. He smiles as I approach him again.

“What is it, American girl?” he teases.

“Are you here by yourself for very long?”

He looks at me quizzically. “Yes, for now. We are setting up a military exercise.”

I blush as I look at him, uncertain if I can possibly go through with the dirty thought in my head. Fuck it. I take a deep breath and “I want to suck your cock.”

There’s a second of silence before he stammers.. “What?”

“Your cock, your dick, I want to suck it.”

“No, I understand,” he says in excited confusion. “I don’t have any money.”

I laugh quietly. “No, I don’t want your money. I’m just a dirty girl who wants to suck your cock.”

I can see he is confused and surprised. How often does a man get approached in the middle of the forest by a woman, to suck his cock? He’s speechless.

I approach him, removing my shirt, exposing my bare breasts to him. I take his hands and place them on my breasts. They are slightly sweaty and rough and I love the feel of these dirty hands on my soft skin. My lips inches away from his, I ask, “Do you want me to suck your cock?”

“Yes,” he answers breathlessly. His hands begin to tighten around my breasts as he realizes this is really happening. This isn’t a joke. I get lost momentarily in the feel of his hands on my skin. I want to stay right there and let him touch me, but there are more pressing issues at hand. I can feel it.

I regretfully move his hands away and slide down to my knees at his feet. I admire the combat boots as he nervously unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. He slides his pants down far enough to expose his cock. It’s somewhat still flaccid as I take it into my hand. He moans as I hold the softness of his member and my tongue begins to lick at the foreskin. I run my tongue up and down the shaft, all the while listening to his moans and groans. I pull back and expose the head of his cock. My tongue begins to run circles and he hisses.

I look up at him, seductively. “You can touch me. You can say whatever you like to me. But I am here for one thing and one thing only, and that is to suck your cock and make you cum. Understand?”

He nods in agreement. “Good!” My mouth envelops his nearly complete erection and his hands grab fistfuls of my hair. With my hand and mouth I bob up and down on his cock. All the while I feel his grip tightening and relaxing in my hair. Words I do not understand escape his lips, but I do not need to understand them to know that they are profane. I moan against his cock. I hungrily lick his shaft and cock head before plunging him back into my mouth. I feel his cock stiffen, as his moans grow louder.

I break away from his cock, my hand jerking him hard and fast. “That’s right, cum for me. Are you going to cum for me?”

“So…. fucking… close.” His hands dig into me.

I devour his cock once more into my mouth. My head and hand bobbing furiously. I am on a mission to make him cum. I can think of nothing but making this man cum into my dirty, little, whore mouth. This young, uniformed stranger I have met in the woods is my new obsession.

“Fuck!” he screams and I feel the sudden pulse and swell within my hand. I consider for a moment just jerking his semen all over my face and chest, but suddenly, it just feels dirtier if I take all of him into my mouth. The first jet explodes in my mouth and I nearly gag. Over and over he shoots his seed into me. I let the fluid fill my mouth before swallowing him down. It seems this young soldier has a lot in reserve. I jerk my hand slowly and let him fall out of my mouth.  A few more spurts land on my chest and I move in closer, smearing his wet dick on my face, smelling him for the first time.

As his breathing slows and his body shivers, I take him into my mouth one last time and clean his cock for him. His hand rests on the back of my head and he moans deeply until finally he just says, “Fuck.”

I smile as I stand up, gathering my shirt and putting it back on. His DNA, slowly drying on my chest. “Thank you, ” I say.

“For what?” he can barely speak as he puts himself back together again.

“For indulging this dirty girl.”

“Then, thank you,” he smiles.

“For?”

“For doing your civic duty and making this soldier’s day.” Suddenly his radio calls. I go to turn and walk away. “Wait! I don’t even know your name!”

“It doesn’t really matter,” I smile in response as I pull my ear buds out of my pocket. “Have a nice day.”