Anyone have any public F/M stories that they've seen in passing??
I have one that happened to me a long time ago.
It was about a year and a half out of high school, that I began having serious doubts about my career. That's probably because I had no career to speak of. I wasn't going to college and I was working at a hospital, washing dishes in the Food Service division. Though that sounds like pure drudgery, I actually enjoyed the job. I got really good at it and my hands developed a high tolerance to the extremely hot dishes as they came out of the mega-dishwasher. Getting fired from that job for smoking hash was a total drag in the short term, but it served as a wake-up call. I had no college and no marketable skills to speak of, and I was still living at home. I desperately needed a plan.
So I talked to an Army recruiter, took the ASVAB (Armed Services Vocational Aptitude Battery), and before you could say, "MOVE IT, SHIT-FOR-BRAINS!" I was busting my ass in Basic Combat Training, sometimes erroneously referred to as "boot camp" which technically is a Navy term, but it all boils down to the same thing. You march, you do push-ups, you march, you learn how to fire an M16, you march, you throw hand grenades, you march, and learn first aid, CBR, and a bunch of stuff I've long forgotten. BTW you do a lot of what they call PT (Physical Training). If you've ever seen the movie Stripes with Bill Murray, Harold Remis, and Warren Oates, that movie pretty well depicted what BCT was like for me, except for all the zany antics.
After I graduated BCT, I was shipped down to Fort Gordon Signal School near Augusta, GA. (We used to call it "Disgusta."
) This was where I got my introduction to telecommunications. Of course, back then, the "hot new technology" was microwave radio. A line-of-site invisible beam that was good for up to about 30 miles. We also learned about a technology called Tropospheric Scatter, in which radio waves are bounced off the ionosphere. The signal quality was poor but the distance achieved was amazing.
There was this girl at Fort Gordon named Cathy. She had the face of a little girl and a body that looked as though it had been drawn by Wally Wood. Voluptuous curves that even those olive drab fatigues couldn't hide. But she never seemed to smile. I'd always try and cheer her up as she seemed to be in a perpetual state of depression. Nothing I could do seemed to work for her.
Then one night there was a party in Grovetown. I showed up a little late, and the party was very crowded. I sat on the floor in front of Cathy. The next thing I knew she threw her arms around me, and I was suddenly submerged in an outpouring of affection. "DAJT, you're always so nice to me, you're always in a good mood, you always make me feel so good..." She was clearly drunk, but even considering that, it was amazing to see such a transformation. She was wearing a smile and it was a BEAUTIFUL smile that was so happy to finally come out.
So I'm sitting on the floor in front of Cathy and she just couldn't seem to keep from hugging me, caressing my shoulders, and smiling that pretty smile of hers. As George Thorogood would say, "LAWD, she was LOVEY-DOVEY!" Then the tickling started. Now there are few things in life I like more than tickling or being tickled by a woman, but there was a LOT of people watching her do it. They all seemed to be smiling as she tickled me. Most of them knew her and like me, they were glad to see her smiling and having a good time for once.
This was in mid-summer, so I was wearing jeans and a T shirt. Her hands were all over my ribs, tummy, sides, and yes, she dug into my armpits as well. It was as though her inner ler had been waiting for years to come out and was finally unleashed. She got out of her chair and straddled me and then started tickling me in earnest. My wild hysterical laughter made her laugh too and she'd tickle more intensely. I was amazed at how quickly and completely she had rendered me utterly helpless. My strength was drained and so her busy hands ravaged my upper body hungrily. I no idea how long it lasted. I lose all track of time when I'm tickled like that for any significant duration, but to me it seemed like a long time.
After that party, as we all got back into the training routine, Cathy pretty much resumed her bleak demeanor. But whenever she saw me, she'd give a weak smile and every now and then she'd give me a kiss. She ended up marrying some asshole and then shortly thereafter got a divorce.