Riverbank (Blogophilia 14.43)

Reveille sounded across base.  Mike drug himself out of his bunk and blindly put on fatigues.  It was a short day, only PT this morning , then on leave until Monday. Sarge's  voice droned as he went through the routine:  50 pushups, 50 crunches, Jumping Jacks. Thoughts of Susan,  the girl he met the other day at the NCO were drifting in his head. Long brown hair and sweet smell filled his mind. She stayed in a dorm at the local college. Not only had he gotten her number, she had agreed to a picnic. 

Mike's mind wasn't on task as he stumbled through the obstacle course. There was a scream in his ear.He shrugged it off. He was just another GI trying to get through this assignment and on to the next one.  An hour and a half later, he was done and headed towards the barracks. A quick shower and change into civvies. With a wave to the guard, he pointed the Mini into town.

He drove up to the parking gate.The guard looked at him warilyas he buzzed him through. A shudder of anticipation went through him. She was outside waiting with the basket, tan legs extending down from very white shorts. Her hair was pulled back with ribbon.
Love was definitely in the air. 

They hugged as they loaded the picnic basket into the back of the Mini.  Mike held the door for Susan as she climbed in. As they drove out of town, Susan smiled and settled back into her seat.  Looking down, Mike saw the edge of a spider web tattoo peeking out of her shorts. He hadn't noticed it at the bar.

The picnic spot was few miles out of town along a small river. He had discovered it during a 12 mile base hike about a year ago. He would come up here on his leave time to hang and drink a few beers. He always knew he would get a girl up here one day and today was the day.  And there was a wonderful spread before him. BLT’s. Carrot and celery sticks for her. Zapps hot chips for him.  Homemade brownies and a case of beer.  Only the muffled noise of food came out as they ate and fed each other. The food, beer and sun began to take its toll.

Mike brought up a good playlist for fun.She started singing along and dancing.  She pulled her top up very slowly over her head. She rubbed it across her breasts and on Mike's face.  She took his hand and guided it to the button on her shorts.They slid down to her ankles and she stepped out of them. She was left wearing a white one piece swimsuit and a smile.  

It was Mike's turn. Dancing was his super power. He brought her into his arms. Susan undid the buttonson his shirt,sliding  it over his shoulders and down his arms.  Moving together, their hands found their homes and the rest of the cloth went away. Susan pulled away and strolled towards the river. Skinny dipping hadn't been part of Mike's plan, but he didn't care. He was quite sure where they were going to end up. Susan swam out towards the shoals and perched on a rock, daring him to follow.  

As Mike approached the rock, he looked up at her. The thought of loving her in the open thrilled him as he hoisted himself on the rock.  As he reached for her, Susan made a quick thrust with her hand.  Mike slipped and hit his head. She rolled him into the water.  As his body drifted with the current, Susan smiled, her black widow tattoo glistening in the sun.  Another sucker and a really sweet car this time. And by the time anyone knows he's gone, she will be in another town.  

"Maybe I'll call myself Sarah Stoneheart next time."