That night it turned chilly. I asked for extra blankets. Shrimp and I both shivered. We were under the truck between the tires to keep out of the wind. When she complained that her hands were freezing I told her to tuck them in her arm pits or in her pants to warm them up. She did.
A little while later she asked me if my hands were cold. When I answered yes she told me that I could tuck my hands in her pants to warm them. I answered, “If I put my hands in your pants to warm then I don't think I could stop with just warming my hands. I'd probably want to warm something else too.”
She answered me by saying, “I'd rather share body warmth with you than anyone else around here. Several of the girls would. Juanita has told me that she gets hot every time you are near. You have your choice of almost any of us.” With that she rolled over and gave me a long kiss on the lips. One hand was around my neck and her other hand darted down toward my crotch.
I was getting an erection when I realized her pants were undone. One hand was stroking between her legs and the other inside her T-shirt. Her skin was hot and she wasn't wearing a bra.
My left arm was pinned between us as she pulled her knees up and continued kissing me. She was fumbling with my belt and zipper when LT Andrews crawled under the truck and slapped her on the butt.
“Cool it, your making noise. Wait until we get back to the bunker day after tomorrow. I need Kenric back at the orderly room, Wilcox needs to see him.”
“Dam it June, I'm first.”
“I know the order Alice, you will be. Right now our survival has to come before our pleasure. Pull your pants up and get some sleep. He won't be back tonight.”
I gave the Shrimp a quick kiss and whispered, “I'll hold you first.” Then I rolled over and fastened my pants and crawled out from under the truck. Both of the guards giggled and one pointed out the fact that my erection was showing. She then pulled off her field jacket and handed it to me saying, “Wear this until it is my turn. I'll find you one your size.”
June then informed me that the Wilcox's scouts had come across several trails of small groups of unknown personnel.
Back at his tent we discussed sending out more scouts, also moving down to our secure area. I told him that it was set up the best we could to repel an attack, but there were to many holes in the perimeter to keep out infiltrators.
Wilcox then said, “I guess we'll have to move back into the impact zone. I think we can set up a couple of ambushes. The only problem is some of the terrain may be to rough for those tractor trailers you got at NFH.