Michelle breathed a sigh of relief after getting off the plane. She hated flying. The only way she could handle it was by lubricating her fears with alcohol, usually two drinks in the first ten minutes to settle down, followed by several more during the flight. On this journey from New York to Seattle, she had knocked back seven shots of Jack Daniels on the rocks. She still had a buzz going as she walked through the long terminal. The tired traveler was looking forward to getting back to the house to put her feet up. This trip had been taxing. Indeed, right now it felt like her whole life was saturated in stress. The problems kept piling up: the ongoing divorce proceedings, two lawsuits against the business, a wayward daughter facing jail time for drugs, and a mountain of legal bills coming in from every direction. All this during the Christmas season, which for this hard-driving entrepreneur was always a depressing time of the year. But there would be no break coming.
After exiting the restricted zone, Michelle smiled when she saw the large well-decorated Toys for Tots Christmas Tree. This charity was one of the few she was fond of. As a child growing up with a single mother raising four kids, Christmases were often austere. There weren't too many toys passed out. The financial success she had had in life gave her great empathy for children who were going without. She decided to stop and perhaps make a donation to this worthy cause.
"Good evening, Ma'am and Merry Christmas! My name is Lance Corporal Willis Greene, United States Marine Corps. Would you like to hear more about the Toys for Tots Program?"
Michelle turned her head to look up at the 6'5" tall blonde Marine towering over her. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored, freshly pressed wool uniform with every button polished to a mirror-like finish. Bulging muscles added to the ultra-military appearance, making this corporal look like a model for a recruiting poster. For a few seconds, Michelle was struck speechless by this virile specimen of post-adolescent masculinity. She paused, regrouping for the right words to respond with as she connected with his pale blue eyes.
"Yes, Corporal, by all means, do tell me more. I am very interested."
As the Marine started talking, it was obvious to Michelle that he was reciting bits of a partially memorized script, giving his spiel a wooden feel, like that of a new salesman who is not quite sure of himself. Although he was trying very hard, she discerned that this diamond in the rough was inexperienced not only in a businesslike manner but in the ways of the world in general. As he continued, she deepened her gaze and smiled softly, subtle signals that her interest was shifting away from the program he was describing. But he didn't react. She then stuck her tongue out slightly, licking her top lip in a very slow and deliberate fashion. There was an almost imperceptible tremor in his voice as his eyes widened for a fraction of a second. The prowling cougar knew she was making headway.
"So, tell me, Corporal, do good looking Marine hunks like you drop down chimneys on Christmas Eve to deliver these toys to the deserving children?" While asking the question, Michelle reached out to run her fingertips along one of his massive biceps.
"Well, not quite Ma'am", he responded with a nervous laugh. "But we will be having a party at the Youth Center where we will hand out a bunch of presents a few days before Christmas."
"That sounds fantastic! The kids will be so happy! I tell you what, Corporal ... I'm sorry, what did you say your name was?"
"Greene, Ma'am. Corporal Greene."
"No, your first name."
"Willis, Ma'am, but you can call me Will if you like."
"Ok, Willis, your detailed explanation has persuaded me to help out with a donation. Will you take a check?"
"Of course, Ma'am. As long as it doesn't bounce," he said jokingly.
Michelle smiled at him. "No, Willis, parts of me bounce quite nicely, but my checks never do." With that, she opened up her thick jacket to get her checkbook from the inner pocket. She was glad she was wearing a tight grey top underneath that emphasized her rather substantial assets.
"I'm going to write the check for $300. I want it divided up equally between girls and boys toys, even though I am partial to boy toys." The allusion went right over his head. Michelle handed him the check.
"Thank you, Ma'am, thank you very much! Your generosity is much appreciated."
Michelle reached back with both hands to scratch an imaginary itch that was somewhere in the middle of her back. As she did she caught the young Marine sneaking an eyeful. The temptress gave him a knowing wink that made him blush a light shade of pink.
"Are you here every night, Willis?"
"No, Ma'am, every other night until Christmas."
"Very good. Here's my business card with my home phone number on it. You are to call me tomorrow night at that number at exactly 8 o'clock. We'll talk more then."
Confident that her ploy would work, the cool seductress turned and walked away without waiting for an answer.
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At 7 pm the following night, Michelle plopped her tired body down on the couch. She was exhausted. Jet lag played a part but mainly it was stress from the many phone calls made during the day that was bringing her down. Everything seemed to be going wrong. Her husband's lawyer was demanding ownership of several rental properties in return for Michelle being given sole rights in the construction business. She was livid about it. She had built the business from the ground up, using the profits to buy the rentals. Now she is supposed to lay down and let her lazy husband take them? To top that off, her daughter had stormed out of rehab which meant that the judge was probably going to reissue the warrant for her arrest. Shit! What else was going to happen? There was a seething volcano of rage trapped inside her, making her feel like she wanted to smash something to pieces.
She poured herself a triple shot of Jack over ice. It was down in a matter of minutes. Michelle felt a warm glow, lowering her levels of anger and frustration. She realized she was running away from her problems with booze but felt she needed to right now. When things settled down, the plug would go back in the jug.
As the whiskey took effect she diverted her thinking to another form of escape that had been swirling in the back of her mind all day, the corporal. She knew she should leave him alone, that it was wrong to pursue him, but her desires quashed her conscience. To her, he was a primal target. Everything about this magnificent Marine excited her: the blue eyes, the muscles, his height, his naivete, and his youthful stores of inexhaustible energy. She wanted all of it. She wanted to seduce and corrupt this inexperienced young stud, filling him with a yen for her, a Goddess incarnate in the woman he would be trained to adore.
In the past few years, she had hooked up with several much younger men, mainly through online dating sites where she had initiated the communications. She was very demanding with them, taking what she wanted when she found that their desires for older women made them willing to do anything. The sex could be exhilarating as she had ways of extracting the maximum energy possible. The sessions left her deliciously sore for days. And without any doubt, the intensity helped allay her fears of getting older and losing her beauty. These licentious forays were her baptism in a sensual Fountain of Youth, allowing her to feel wickedly young again.
But this Marine was a little different. There had been no ads, no feelers put out, just a random meeting. He seemed more innocent than the others, a characteristic which perhaps just increased her craving for him. She thought the odds of his calling were 50/50. As eight o' clock approached, she poured herself another double and waited.
A few seconds after the digits turned to 8:00, the phone rang. She knew she had him.
"Hello."
"Hello, Ma'am, this is Corporal Greene. We met at the Toys for Tots tree last night. You asked me to call you at 8 pm."
"No, that is incorrect, Corporal. I didn't ask you to call, I told you to call."
"Uhh .... yes, I guess you did, Ma'am."
"Yes, I did. So, clearly, you follow orders well. You are obedient. That's a quality I like in a younger man."
There was silence on the line. He was confused, not knowing how to answer as this was far outside his experience. But he didn't hang up either. The plan was to purposefully knock him off balance so he could be more easily led.
"Well, I wanted you to know, Willis, that I enjoyed meeting you. I was very impressed with you, so much so that I'd like to invite you out for a few drinks so we can talk in a more private setting."
"Uhh ... well ... Ma'am, ... I'm afraid I'm not old enough to drink."
"You're kidding! Really? How old are you, Will?", feigning surprise in her voice.
"Nineteen, Ma'am."
"Well, you do look older and you certainly have much more maturity than any other 19-year-old I've met lately, that's for sure. But what's in a number anyway? I'm 44 myself, in a couple of ways actually. And I tend to act younger than my age. So, let's meet somewhere in the middle. Can we agree to do that?"
"Yes, that would work, Ma'am."
"Good. And to get around the legalities, you can come to my house. We can have a drink or two and nobody need know, just me and you. Will you keep our secret?"
"I ... yes, I will."
"Fantastic! I look forward to it! My address is 1957 Fishtrap Drive. Come over Saturday night at exactly 6 pm. Ring the doorbell. And oh, Corporal, be sure to wear your dress uniform."
"I ... uhh ... will do that, Ma'am, if you want me to."
"Yes, I do. Goodnight, Corporal Greene"
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Michelle was exuberant as Saturday afternoon melted away. The anticipation was building. She would soon be able to let loose and indulge in the raw pleasures of the flesh. Every muscle, nerve, and fiber in her body seemed to be on high alert with ever-increasing sensitivity as six o' clock approached. Her outfit was chosen for maximum effect; a tight red top, black skirt with a silver belt, black stockings, and bright red heels. Checking her look in a full-length mirror, Michelle smiled broadly. She still had it. The implants from three years ago had given her a lift, emphasizing the awesome curves of her large breasts. Years of working out at the gym combined with a strict dietary regimen had paid off with a firm well-defined body that any woman would be proud of. She looked hot and she knew it, reveling in the feeling of power it gave her. For this middle-aged libertine, wielding carnal power was an aphrodisiac that turned her intense cravings into acts of sexual frenzy.
At precisely 6 pm the doorbell rang. Michelle waited a couple of minutes before opening the door.
"Good evening, Ma'am."
"Well, good evening, Corporal. It's very good to see you again. I'm glad you could make time to come out, what with your busy schedule and all. How's the Toys for Tots coming along? I bet you're pulling in a lot of donations. Any more sugar mommas come by?"
