Two months of convoy security and route security with little down time. Even when we had it, we were tasked with perimeter security. My entire team was pretty much connected at the hip, and very little alone time. When we could use the shower facilities which was basically a trailer converted into a line of partitioned showers with near to no privacy from the other women. it was quick in and out. All business and no wasting water. Other soldiers needed it too. Sleep was scarce and I got what I could when I could. The four or five hours I would get would be broken and restless.
It was getting to be too much, and then a facilty nearby was hit by a suicide bomber in a massive truck. We were tasked with pulling security on the area until the engineers could repair the damage. Sixteen hours days with an hour travel time had us getting less sleep than normal. The last two nights we just stayed at the facility and slept in our trucks.
All said and down, I finally had a couple days of downtime. I've never been so excited to do absolutely nothing. Got back and staged our trucks and then we had a quick brief and we were done. I went straight into my room I shared with 4 other females. I grabbed my kit and towel and was off to take a shower. When your not on actual duty, you dont have to wear the camouflage uniform. We get to wear our physical training uniform which is black shorts and a great t-shirt it was refreshing to be able to wear somthing more comfortable. We do however carry our weapons around with us still, and for MPs, that means an assult rifle (m4 carbine) and our sidearm (m9 beretta). I got done with my shower and was half way back to sleep when I was told I needed to go to another debriefing. I also needed to change back into my other uniform because of the people who would be there.
I was pissed.
Changed, went to breifing and about 15 minutes in I found out I didnt even need to be there, but since I was, I was told to stay. Well over an hour later, it was over and we departed. I was tired and even more pissed off and just wanted to scream. Normally I would have, but you can't just start screaming in a combat zone. Heading back to get some sleep two soldiers sitting in some cheap plastic chairs we had, asked about the briefing. Annoying but not their fault, so I sat down with them, and told them I'll give them the quick details as I was doing dealing with things. The way I sat, I held my rifle between my legs. While talking about one things I let go of the barrel, and it slid up my thigh. It felt rather nice, and then All I could think about was how long it's been.
It did not take long before I was needing it and wanting to go someplace and get off. I cut the talk off and I debated on where I could go. I had a few options, but most were immediately put out of my head. Room was the obvious choice, but it wasnt empty, and Diaz was in there, and she is a lesbian. No need to temp that one. Showers, but they were pretty busy so no. Porta potties popped it for a split second but that was beyond disgusting. There was these huge concrete bunker things, but two were off limits, and there was probably spiders and scorpions all inside so not going in those, but the third one was occupied by our mechanics. I wasnt going to go inside, but that's when I started thinking about the trucks.
Went straight to them and walked into the middle of where they all were. There was about a dozen parked there and before I jumped in, I took a quick look around to see if anybody was watching. When I felt it was.clear, I jumped in the back passenger seat.
If you dont know what a HMMWV (hummer) looks like on the inside, google it. They are wide vehicle with a lot of space between the seats. Enough that one could take her pants off and lay out completely and get things done. However, I still feared getting caught, so I just stayed stayed in the seat. They may have alot of space inside, but it is mostly for ammo and gear, so the actual seats are rather cramped.
I took my pants down to my knees, and right behind the front seat is metal bar that is below knee height that I could rest my feet on. I slid down into the seat until my bare ass was hanging off the edge and I could feel my heels on my cheeks. I could have kissed my knees. Because of how my pants were, I couldn't spread my legs properly, but there was plenty of room to get my hand between them. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but it just felt right. I had thought about going and getting changed into my shorts and t-shirt, but I needed this release, and I didnt want to waste time at risk getting pulled away to somthing else. My heart was pounding in my ears, and was was practically panting with anticipation. This as gonna be good.
I got my fingers working right away, and it was great just to feel some pleasure for once. I was not easy on myself either. I attacked it. Now I'm someone who loves penetration. Clitoral stimulation is fantastic and all, but if I can get something inside me, it's all the better. However since we cant lock the doors, we take everything thay isnt bolted down out of the vehicles and I had nothing but my fingers and my weaponss. I'm not about to shove a pistol barrel up there so fingers it was. Two pushed in as far as they could go while still grinding my palm against my clit.
Now, it was at least 90°f outside and I was sitting an a giant metal armored box. I was drenched in sweat in no time. The sweat actually helped me slide my hand around which got me going even more.
Eyes closed I imaged several men and several dicks and how much I wanted them to do what my fingers were, and after a couple minutes I hit the mountain top.
I opened the door for some fresh air with my pants still around my knees. It actually felt cold against my naked bits which was very nice to feel. Got my clothes situated and got out. Before I closed the door, I looked around, and couldn't tell what was sweat and what was other fluids, but the entire back seat was soaked. I made a quick retreat to my room to get the sweat drenched clothes off, and back into those shorts and t-shirt.