I have told this story on other sites but I thought I might share it here.
It was in the 1970s and I was a young Airman stationed in England. There we these 3 young women who worked in our Orderly Room and these three were some serious party girls. They had parties almost every weekend at a house they were renting off base. I was finally invited to one of their parties and when I arrived there was more dudes than women. I tried to hit on each of the three women from our Orderly Room and struck out each time. So, I drank a lot! I mean a whole lot! I remember someone laying me down on a couch and the next thing I remember it was morning and the sun was burning holes through my eyes. When I sat up, I realized I was naked from the waist down. But worse than that, my legs were shaved! I jumped up, found my pants, ran out of the house, (stopping only to throw up on the rose bushes), got in my car and drove back to my barracks.
When I saw the girls in the Orderly Room on Monday I didn't say anything but one of them called me "smooth" as I left the Orderly Room. I tried to avoid these girls for a long time but my memory of the embarrassing event faded and I was invited to another one of their parties. History has a way of repeating itself and I tried and failed to score with each of the girls (and some other women there) and I became drunk and I passed out. This time when I woke up I was completely naked and there was something drying on my stomach. At some point, one or more of the girls (at least I hope it was one of the girls) must have jerked me off. I jumped up, ran to the kitchen and found a towel. I wiped myself off and found my clothes and got out of there.
As I passed the Orderly Room on Monday, I heard one of the three call out to me, "How you feeling, Old Faithful?"
I never went to another party at their house again.
