Jim was falling asleep over his half-emptied pint of beer, his forehead dotted with foam from the rim. A gentle hand touched his shoulder and he started, his hand flying to his empty holster before he remembered he had left his sidearm back at the camp.
His alarm faded as he peered up at Lily the barmaid, a busty Scottish implant who had come down to take over her cousin’s pub when he joined the British ranks. She smiled at him. "Ach, poor Jim, too tired tae finish ‘is beer.“
"Tired, cold, and lonely,” Jim said morosely, patting the side of his glass. "Right now in Mississippi it’s gettin’ warm and here I am.“
"Yer doin’ great things,” Lily reassured him, bending even lower so that his line of sight was filled with her pale breasts. Escaped strands of her red-brown hair tickled them so the barely-visible nipples puckered. "I ‘ave tae say, ye deserve better than yer cold room. Wish tae join me?“
New energy rushed through Jim’s limbs. "In fact I do, ma’am.”
“Lily,” she corrected with a laugh, “it’s Lily.”
She pointed towards a door in the back and went to turn the sign at the entrance to CLOSED. Then she shooed him into the back, where there was a small cot and a generous pile of wool blankets.
Jim suddenly found himself self-conscious. He hadn’t been with a woman in months – years, if you didn’t count the farewell blowjob his high school crush Miriam had given him before deployment. He swallowed hard, taking in Lily’s ample form as she undid the fasteners on her dress and her breasts swung free.
She reached for him. "C’mere, love,“ she said, and guided his mouth to her. Grateful for the instruction, he lapped at the hardening nipple, nibbling it so Lily squealed. After a moment, she gave him a hearty shove and he fell backwards onto the cot.
"Pants off,” she ordered, and he scrambled to obey. He took his cock in one hand and was about to warm up when Lily slapped the hand away. She reached up and caught all her hair in one hand, then leaned dramatically over him and swirled her tongue down the length of his cock. Jim arched his back and struggled to keep from coming – so long with so little time to touch himself, and he was ready to explode.
But he waited until Lily tugged her dress over her head and swung her pale white legs to either side of him. She put her hands beneath his uniform and clutched at his chest. "Mmm, do I love a hairy man,“ she said, muffled, into the top of his head. Planting a kiss there, she reached down and slipped him inside of her.
Jim gasped. She was warm and soft and tight, and already he could feel her relief dribbling between his balls. He planted his hands firmly in her ass and held her down while thrusting up, and she threw back her head, laughing a wild, warrior-girl laugh.
"Ahhhch, dear sweet Lord above, but I needed tae fuck,” she said between laughs, and Jim clenched his teeth and shot into her. He held on, unwilling to let go, until the spots faded from his eyes.
Lily patted his stomach and smiled. "Good fer ye. Now yer gonna suck my clit, love, for I still ‘ave tae get somethin’ out o’ this.“