When I was twenty, I was stationed overseas in Korea. While there, I was deployed to a remote location for a major war-game exercise. Most of the people playing in the exercise were men. The night before the war broke out, everyone was partying at a small hooch that had only one pool table. I was on the table with a friend I made there when suddenly, two extremely hot blondes walked in. Everyone seemed to stare. To me it was as if in slow motion they made a beeline approach to the pool tables. They asked if we were interested in playing partners. Of course, we said yes. Luckily, the one I was interested in chose me, although either of them would have been fine! Anyhow, we ended up leaving that hooch and took one of the hummers into town and went to a disco. This girl and I were freaking each other bad! We were kissing passionately, and I started grabbing her butt underneath her skirt. I whispered in her ear for us to leave. Before she could answer, I led her off the dance floor and out of the club. If you've ever been to Korea, you will know that traffic is disgusting! It must've been close to midnight, and it was gridlock traffic. I waived a cab, and we jumped into the backseat. I told the driver where to take us, and I requested that he drive slowly. In the backseat, we went at it as cars drove right next to us. The driver acted as if it was no big deal, and drove us to the base gate. It was one of the hottest sexual experiences I've had. To this day, I can remember her beautiful face and sexy young body. I remember the great sex we had that evening on a small one-person cot in a nasty barracks room that I had, but I don't remember her name, nor did I ever see her again. It was just the way it should be. What goes on at the base, stays at the base.
— Allen, 31