I wrote this for my husband, Cody, who is in Iraq from May 2007 -- August 2008. He's pretty damn horny out there and requested I write him some dirty stories, so.. yeah. I decided to make it a little lovey-dovey because my heart's a bit lonely as is my bedside.
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Dana sat on the floor, snuggled up under a warm blanket and staring at the blank, silent wall. It was nearly nine o'clock at night and she was beginning to wonder where her family was.
Dana was a twenty-one year old female who came to five foot three. She had blue eyes and naturally blonde hair -- which was dyed black at the moment. She wore one of her softer pair of pajama pants and a tee shirt.
It was Christmas Eve. After her husband, Cody, had been deployed, she had stayed in the city of Tacoma for six months, but after his R&R, she decided it was time to go home to Bellingham and to her family and wait for him to get home for good.
This particular night, her mom and sister had gone out to pick up a few things for tomorrow night's dinner. As Dana sat in the silent house and stared at that plain wall, her eyes occasionally flickered between her and her husband's engagement photo, and the flickering red and green lights of the Christmas tree.
Dana helped herself to another mug of steaming cocoa and after dropping some marshmallows into it, she snuggled into the blanket again and sighed loudly.
How she missed the touch of a man, she thought. For six months, she'd waited for Cody and when his R&R had come, she had reveled in the feel of his fingers, lips, and most of all, that hard cock of his. Now, she was once again waiting, albeit not very patiently, to feel that hard cock of his once more.
Considering that no one was currently home, Dana let her hand slip down to squeeze at her 42D-sized breast, her thumb drumming against her nipple and making it harden immediately. It ached with such desire that she groaned aloud and set the mug of cocoa down.
Her other hand, still warm from the cocoa, slipped into her pajama pants and found the mound of flesh. She pressed her palm against herself and stopped moving for a moment, enjoying the fleeting heat.
As her hand methodically squeezed at her breast, her other hand slid up a little. She pressed against the small slit of her cunt and was almost shocked to find how moist she already was. She groaned something. Her fingers hit her clit and she ground them down on it, closing her eyes and imagining the face of her beloved.
"Oh, Cody..." she gasped softly, "god, I wish you were here."
"I guess Santa decided that you'd been an extra good girl this year, didn't he?" A quiet voice replied.
Dana froze. She recognized that voice. She felt her face flush a deeply red color and now, she felt hot in a whole new way. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to open her eyes. What if this was only a fantasy that seemed very real and she ruined it by opening her eyes -- or worse, what if she discovered he wasn't there and had to deal with the disappointment of that?
"You don't have to stop. Keep your eyes closed." She heard the voice come again. Yet, she still couldn't bring herself to move. There was the sound of movement. She imagined Cody putting down his bags. There was the rustle of clothing, which she imagined to be him putting down the jacket of his army uniform, the one that made him look so sexy.
A moment of silence came over the room and then Dana felt the warm presence of a hand wrapped around her wrist. Her eyes started to flutter open, but Cody's voice came urgently and soft. "No. Keep them closed, baby."
She did as he asked. His hand slid down her hand, his fingers tracing her fingers until they also rested against her clit. He began to use his fingers to grind her own against her clit, sending warm sensations of overwhelming pleasure rolling through her lower stomach. She moaned softly.
