These following stories will be writing part in the first person where Harm and Mac speak about their past affairs and past in the third person where their stories unfold as they occurred.
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Harm was in his boxers and nothing else the following evening. He sat patiently waiting for Mac to come through the door of his apartment. He remembered a short, but very hot encounter with his RIO (radar intercept officer).
Sarah opened the door and looked frazzled after a tough day in the courtroom, but when she saw Harm, she perked up. She walked over and stood before him; "You know we never got to take care of our needs this morning. After last night you promised to wake up early and take care of them!' She had a sly smile on her lips; reaching up, she unsnapped her tie and pulling at it, tossed it to him. Swaying back and forth before him, she slowly and seductively popped open one button after another until her blouse was completely open. Pulling it from her tight skirt, she shook it off and tossed it to Harm too. With the flick of her fingers, her bra, holding her heavy breasts gave way and she added that to his pile of clothes.
By now Harm's boxers were tented and his cock was beginning to poke through the opening in front. She reached to her waist and unzipping her skirt, it fell to the floor and she kicked it to him. Standing there in a pair of pretty satin and lace panties and a pair of semi-high heels, she kicked them off and slipped to her knees. "We can't have you wearing more than me Harm." Reaching for his boxers, she tugged them off and slipped her panties off too. She pushed him back onto the sofa and climbing up, settled her already moist pussy directly over his head.
Harm gripped her by her shapely hips and pulled her down to his waiting tongue. Just as he parted her moist lips and slid his tongue back and forth across them, he let out a grunt. He felt her wet lips part and draw the head of his cock into her mouth.
Sarah whipped her tongue around and around and around until it was dripping with saliva. Poised above it, she was just about to envelope it with those luscious lips when she bucked upward. She felt two or three of his fingers slide into her hole and at the same time, he uncovered her clit and began flicking it back and forth.
Harm arched his back and thrust his hips upward as he felt her lips close around his cock.
The two of them worked feverously at each other's sex organ and within minutes, both were on the verge of cumming. Sarah was first, as when she felt him draw her clit between his lips and his tongue flicked it back and forth, she lost it and started cumming.
Sarah wasn't about to be outdone and when she came off her orgasm. She worked her lips and hands up and down as fast as she could and when she heard him let out a loud grunt, she knew she had him. Seconds later her mouth was flooded with his creamy, hot cum. After she swallowed all of him, she rolled off of him and scooted around and placed her sweaty head on his chest; "Oh fuck Harm, you have no idea how bad I needed that. After a lousy day and a disappointing morning, I was on edge all day just waiting for this, thank you!"
He smiled; "The pleasure was all mine, giving and receiving. Now go take a quick shower, let's have a bite to eat and get ready for a short, but very hot story. Are you ready with yours?"
"Oh yeah Harm, really hot and maybe we'll have round two after our stories." She was gone before he could reply.
She came back in, combing her wet hair and she smiled when she saw his reaction, his boxers immediately got rather tight. Her luscious body was covered by a short, satin robe that barely covered her pussy and ass. Taking a seat at his kitchen counter they ate and talked about today and once finished, she grabbed her drink and took a seat on the sofa where they just finished getting each other off. She patted the cushion beside her; "Come on Rabb, out with your next story."
He sat down beside her and he loved when she placed her semi-wet head on his chest. He combed his fingers through it and whispered; "I love you Colonel Mackenzie, now hold on, here is the next event."
Harm was reinstated as a pilot and was stationed on the Patrick Henry. He just finished defending a fellow officer for blowing up a Russian armored vehicle, but in the process, "The X-Man was sent stateside to keep from making any more international incidents.
Harm and his RIO were in the mess hall when a few of his fellow pilots came running into the mess hall with a blow up doll.
She was having confident issues about flying and wasn't in any mood to watch the nonsense the pilots were having with the doll. She stood up and Harm immediately knew Skates wasn't right. "If this is the best they can do for a floor show, I'm going to my quarters and work on my needlepoint!"
She was still dress in her flight jumpsuit, unzipped to just below her ample breasts, with a black t-shirt beneath in. As always her dark chestnut brown hair was pulled back severely in a bun. Her petite figure was unassuming, but Harm was always intrigued by it.
When she stood Harm replied; Are you offended?"
"Not as a woman, but as a human being, just being on the same planet with these idiots!
She turned to leave, but Harm stopped her; "Don't be too hard on them Skates; they're just blowing off steam. How about the two of us head to my quarters and have a friendly game of chess?"
"Sounds like a winner Commander, I could use a distraction right about now."
Once there she took a seat, but playing chess wasn't keeping her interested. "Come on Elizabeth, out with it, what seems to be the problem."
She looked at him with tears in her eyes; "I'm not sure Harm, but lately I have a weird feeling that when I go up there, I won't be coming back."
"Way back when I first started flying, I had the same issues, but it went away."
How long did it take?"
"I'd say a week or so, but until then, I was scared out of my wits, just hang in there and I promise, it will pass." He took her tiny hands in his and suddenly the room was silent and they looked at each other. He stared into her coal black eyes and felt an instant connection.
As if two magnets were drawn together, they met in the center of his tiny table and their lips met in a soft, gentle caring kiss. They parted and they both stood and came together once again, this time it was more urgent. He broke the kiss and his hands went to the bun on the back of her hair and he whispered as he plucked away at the pins holding her hair up; "Ever since I first saw you at JAG headquarters, I wondered what you would look like with your hair down."
