I was just inside the entrance to some one-story building, in uniform.  A dumpy woman with a Spanish accent and big, black eyes was scurrying around looking for the "linen room."  I asked someone and found out it was across the front lawn from the building.  I pointed it out to her without being able actually to pick it out specifically myself.  She set out for it, walking along the sidewalk, and I watched her big rear end bobbing up and down-first one buttock and then the other.  She was grotesquely broad in the rump, but I must have been really horny, because I was attracted to her.  When I left the building, another young military officer was with me-and two girls, one of whom was his girlfriend.  We passed another group of uniformed men as we walked, and none of them saluted, but this lieutenant saluted them, and turned as they passed, holding his salute.  I don't know whether they outranked us and he was being ultra-deferential, or whether they should have saluted us, and he was reminding them of that sarcastically.  I suspected the latter.    Both girls were attractive.  I couldn't seem to get anything going with the free one, but when the lieutenant and his girlfriend had some kind of falling out, she began to walk with me, ahead of the other two, and was quite friendly.  Next I remember we were in the upstairs bedroom of a house or apartment.  It was more like an attic apartment; there was a stairway to downstairs, but there was also a direct access to the apartment from the outside via a fire escape-type stairway.  The room had a screen or partition in the middle, with the bed on the opposite side of it from the outside wall.  I was sitting on the bed, and she was doing something.  I was trying to get up my nerve to make advances toward her, and was trembling by the time I finally reached out and touched the smooth back of her neck and her long blonde hair.  She moved away, but only to go lock the door to the outside and lower the blinds.  The next thing I remember is waking up next to her the next morning.  There were voices downstairs.  One was her boyfriend.  I had the impression she was going to use me to make him jealous, but I didn't mind.