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."
She smiled weakly at him as he continued to undo her tight bun. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath and as the last of the pins came out, she felt his lips pressing against hers once again and his hands drawing her hair down and combing his fingers through her thick, lush dark, dark auburn brown hair. Her breathing became ragged when she opened her lips to accept his tongue and as she sucked on his tongue, she felt his other hand find the zipper on her flight suit and slowly lowered it till it reached the bottom of the track, below her belly.
Harm tugged at the flight suit and pulling it off her shoulders, he helped her struggle her arms out of it. It hung down around her ample hips and he looked down at her. He couldn't believe how tiny she was. He caught sight of her tight, stiff nipples poking against her black t-shirt. He kissed her again, this time with much, more passion. He cupped her one tit and it fit perfectly into the palm of her hand. He gripped the bottom of her t-shirt and pulling at it, it came up over her long, silky hair and he tossed it to his bunk.
Taking a step back, he took in her figure before him. Her breasts were about an A cup, but on her tiny body, they looked larger. He reached out and tugged at her jumpsuit and it slipped from her hips and settled around her flight shoes. He watched her toe them off and kicking the suit aside she approached him.
Dressed in only a pair of female, boy shorts, she reached out and pulled the zipper on his flight suit. She didn't have to help much as Harm slipped out of it and tore off his t-shirt. Kicking off the suit and shoes, she reached down and slipped her hand onto his boxers. She let out a gasp when she tried to close her tiny fingers around his fat cock. She groaned out; "Holy shit Harm, how the hell can you fit in the cockpit of your plane with this monster between your legs?"
She stroked it and pulled his boxers off, but refused to let go of the cock in her hand. Stepping back, she licked her lips and stared down at it and her breathing increased as her excitement rose quickly. All of a sudden she stopped and pushed him away; "I'm sorry Harm, I can't do this. I want to more than anything else in the world."
Harm was shaken by her response, just like Skates, he wanted this too; "Soooooo tell me Elizabeth, why can't you do this?" He took a step closer to her, but she side-stepped him.
"My boyfriend, I can't do this to him!"
Harm immediately grabbed his flight suit and slipped it back on; "I'm sorry Skates, I didn't know. The last time we spoke, the two of you were broken up."
We were, but after numerous talks and several e-mails, we decided to give it another shot, sorry, I'm really, really sorry Harm!"
"Don't worry about it Skates, you may want to get dressed, I'll head out to the mess hall and give you some privacy!"
After that, Harm and Skates didn't have a problem, but it was evident, there was some sexual tension between the two of them.
A month later, Harm returned to JAG and Skates stayed on the Patrick Henry. A couple of months later there was a mishap on the carrier and Skates was charged with dereliction of duty. She was ordered stateside to be prosecuted. Harm was to defend and Mac was to prosecute.
During the trial things were going badly. During one of their heart to hearts, Harm found out she broke up with her boyfriend. One evening after court, Skates was feeling down and Harm invited her out to dinner and she accepted. That is when things became interesting.
After dinner Harm took Elizabeth back to his apartment and he opened a bottle of wine. While it was breathing they sat at the kitchen counter and discussed her testimony and she began emotional.
