This story is 100% true. Only the girl's name has been changed; enjoy.
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After the memorable time in Nashville I couldn't wait to get back to civilization. Three months passed before I returned to Hawaii. The year long deployment in Afghanistan sucked but was finally over. Everyone in the Battalion was counting down the minutes until they could see their families. I was counting down the minutes until I could fuck the girl I left behind when I was deployed. Every second seemed like agony for my dick.
Eventually, my Battalion finished inventory of all essential items and we were released for a three day weekend with a promise of a month off after one week of work. I was a 21 year old soldier with lots of money and freedom to do whatever I wanted. What did I do during my time back? I fucked Megan, blew cash, and flew Dustin's dumb ass out to Hawaii for a week.
"Hey, we're done," I said to Megan on a borrowed cell phone. She had been waiting a year for that call. Megan asked, "where should I meet you?"
"Meet me by the front gate," I answered with sincere excitement.
"Okay."
I gave my penis a pep talk after hanging up. It had been several months since banging the grandmother and my dick was ready to rip a hole through my uniform. I grabbed a change of clothes and walked quickly to the front gate. A beautiful woman waved at me as I left the military base. Her light blue eyes and brilliant bright smile were framed by shoulder-length black hair. When I left she was thick. The year apart changed her in all the right ways. Her narrow hips and long legs were barely covered by a short white tennis skirt. The matching top was cut low making her large C cup tits shine on display. Megan had lost weight everywhere except her boobs and ass. Truthfully, I was awestruck by the woman I had left behind.
"Baby!" Megan cried as she rushed from her car to hug me.
Her high heels clacked on the pavement as she ran into my arms. I felt her breasts press firmly against my chest as we embraced. It took military strength discipline to keep me from fucking her on the hood of her car.
"Hey sexy, you ready to get out of here?" I said anxious to get as far away from the military base as possible.
Megan walked back towards her silver Audi convertible.
"I got us a hotel room so we can be alone for the next few days," she told me.
I knew what that meant. She didn't want her neighbors hearing the moans and screams. She must have realized I planned on punishing that pussy for the next 48 hours straight.
We drove to Waikiki at 90 miles per hour. I groped her body the entire drive. Her little Audi passed traffic quickly as we raced our hormones to the hotel. Her wet panties gave away her intentions as much as my hard on.
We pulled up to the valet stand at the hotel after what seemed like an eternity. She threw her keys to the valet and took the parking receipt. I followed her inside. The thought of check-in was instantly erased as she showed me the room key. Bitch had planned ahead. That's a first! As the elevator doors closed I pushed Megan back against the wall and kissed her passionately. Our kiss didn't end until the elevator stopped near the top. She led the way to the room. I stared at her ass which was barely covered by the short tennis skirt. When she opened the door my heart skipped a beat. It was the biggest hotel room I had ever seen. The custom couches and plush chairs were artfully placed in all three rooms. The spacious king sized bed was covered with an expensive down comforter which felt like lying on a cloud.
"How the hell did you pay for this?" I asked in an astonished tone.
She giggled as she answered, "I have a really good job."
"Are you stripping?" I asked.
"No, way better than that," she answered.
I was curious what it was but I had more important thoughts invading my mind.
I pushed her back onto the bed then took off my shirt. Megan slid her manicured nails lightly down my chest. I watched the smile slip across her lips as she anticipated the next few hours. (You perverts are probably on the verge of jacking off aren't you?)
Fast forward three hours and several bottles of water!
We both laid on the bed sweaty and exhausted. Memories of orgasms lingered in the air.
"Are you hungry baby?" She asked me after she caught her breath.
"Yeah," I answered wiping sweat from my face.
"Let's go get something to eat then we can come back here," she said without moving.
"Sounds good," I replied.
It took another five minutes before either one of us had enough energy to move.
After a quick shower, we left the hotel and walked along the beach talking. The sound of crashing waves inflicted a surreal sense of reflection as we looked for a place to eat. She was in the same sexy outfit. Every time I looked at her I felt my hormones spike again.
Megan watched the sun set as I watched her tits. I definitely had the better view.
"Want to go to Duke's?" She asked as we reached an area crowded with romantic restaurants.
"Sure."
Duke's was one of the oldest and best known restaurants in Waikiki. The hour long wait was worth the food and drinks we ordered. Megan was only 20 but her fake i.d. said she was 22. The year away from constant drinking had lowered my tolerance enough that I was drunk after only three long island iced teas. I eventually switched to beer so I wouldn't pass out. She kept pounding different drinks the entire meal like a pro.
The steak I ordered was amazing and her cleavage was the perfect entertainment to go along with the meal. It was hard to imagine a better evening after enjoying a hot bitch, great food, and Hawaiian scenery. However, it got much better. I didn't have to pay for the meal! When the $180 check arrived she grabbed it quickly.
"I got it baby," Megan said casually.
"I have plenty money. I'll get it," I said reaching for it.
She laughed, "I know you do baby, but I don't mind."
She opened her designer purse and pulled out a stack of hundreds. My mouth fell open. She easily had a few thousand in cash.
"Where the hell did you get all of that money?" I asked in disbelief.
She answered, "I just have a great job."
"What's your job?" I questioned quickly.
"I'm a personal assistant to an escort," she said paying the check plus a great tip.
"How are you making that much money working for a hooker?" I asked shaking my head.
Megan looked offended. She replied in a serious tone; "she's an escort. Hooker is a mean term."
"Sorry," I said laughing. I didn't realize there was a whore code. "So why is she paying you so much?"
"Because I book her appointments and post ads for her," she said seriously.
"You're her pimp!" I responded loud enough that couples sitting around us noticed.
"I am not," she replied in a hushed whisper.
"The hell you're not."
I was dating a pimp...or so I thought.
Megan shook her head and changed the conversation. I let it die. I didn't want to jeopardize my chances for sex.
We walked back on the dark beach. We were both eager to get to the room and attack each other. She kept asking about Afghanistan but I avoided the questions. It was the last thing I wanted to think about.
We eventually got back to the hotel and were ready for some fun. Her shirt and bra was on the floor before the room door closed completely.
"Want to make this even more fun?" Megan asked with a smile.
"Sure, what do you have in mind?"