Coffee and a Sexy Soldier

Grace awoke with the morning light streaming through her curtains. She pushed herself up and the soft sheets fell away to reveal her bare flesh. She heard the sounds of the soldiers outside her window and quickly pulled her nightgown over her head.

The smell of coffee drifted in from the kitchen, drawing her like a moth to the flame. Her parents were gone - Father was likely tending the coop, and Mother often took a morning walk to their neighbors' house.

Grace poured the steaming liquid from the pot into her favorite ceramic mug, and reflected on what chores were upcoming. She out the window, and watched the traveling soldiers as they disassembled their tents and joked around while they loaded up their oversized vehicle. She jumped in surprise as a knock rattled the screen door. "Good morning, miss! I was hoping you might indulge me in a cup of that heavenly elixir."

The young soldier was standing at the door. "Of course, sir," she said, and pulled a mug from the cupboard. Through the screen, his eyes roved her body, sheathed only in her simple white cotton nightgown. The fabric shifted against her body as she moved to pour the coffee, giving him a glance at her rounded derriere.

Grace carried the cup to the door, suddenly becoming aware of how inappropriate it was to be indulging this man in such attire. She should have put on her day clothes before she came out to the kitchen, but it was too late now.

"Be careful, it's hot," she said as she opened the screen for to hand him his mug. He reached out to take the mug, his hands brushing hers and his gaze landing on her high, firm breasts, her nipples protruding under the thin fabric.

"You know what they say..." he said, "If you can't handle the heat, get out of the kitchen."

Grace sucked in a breath, the blush blossoming from her bodice.

"Did someone say coffee?" a familiar voice said from the young soldier, who stepped aside with a large smile pinned on his face. Oh gees, were all the men going to show up now?

Colonel Finn approached, and stopped in his tracks when he took in Grace, hair mussed from sleep, a deep blush rising from her nightgown bodice, which seemed to be the only stitch of clothing on her. His young soldier would have quite the memory to keep him warm in the nights ahead, and Finn abruptly suddenly had the need to make one more memory with this little beauty before he left into an uncertain future.

"Indeed," she said, "Would you like a cup?" She took in Colonel Finn. He had shaved, she noted, and despite what she had thought earlier, he didn't look like any less of a man without the scruff. In fact, she could admire his sensuous lips all the better, as they curved into a smile while he watched her.

"A cup of coffee from you would give me great pleasure," he said. As she turned to head into the kitchen, Colonel Finn caught the screen door behind her and followed her in.

Grace felt a rush of adrenaline as she realized he was behind her, alone with her. If she were not so nervous and excited by that fact, she would be humiliated by her incredibly indecent attire. She had already let thoughts of him drive her into a fever last night, and that was all innocent. What was a little flirtation over coffee, if only to fuel her future fantasies during the long winter ahead?

Emboldened, Grace steadied her breath. "Where are you going from here?" she asked as she opened the cupboard for a mug. As she reached up, she felt the fabric graze her taut nipples, her body becoming as hyper-aware as her racing mind.

Finn watched her, memorizing the way the light played on her gleaming fiery tresses, the way her body moved under that soft, thin gown. "We are on our way to the border, not much further. We expect to arrive in a day's time."

As she moved over to the coffee pot, he watched her backside, fingers itching to test its softness. She poured, but only a few drops remained. "I hope you can wait," Grace said, "I'll have to brew another pot."

"Only if it's not too much trouble," he replied, "I don't know when I will ever again have a chance to relax in a kitchen, or spend time with a beautiful lady such as yourself. I'd love nothing more than to wait right here."

Grace smiled at Colonel Finn, meeting his eyes for the first time since he stepped in the kitchen. "Then you are welcome." She set to work grinding the beans and adding the water to the percolator. It would take several minutes for the coffee to brew. "Would you like to have a seat?" she asked as she turned back from the stove, but he was right behind her, watching her work from over her shoulder.

She stepped back in surprise, bumping into the countertop. She gripped it with both hands for support, and Colonel Finn stepped into her space once again. This time the effect was even more intimate and immediate. His hands slipped around her waist, his thumbs lightly brushing her back and forth with promise. His face was close, and she lifted her face, eyes wide with innocence but also, surprisingly, with expectation. Finn took a jagged breath, heavy with restraint. "Stop me if you don't want this."

Grace couldn't stop herself, muchless him. She was already aroused with the anticipation of whatever his next move may be, and she moistened her parted lips with the tip of her tongue. The movement was Finn's undoing. He covered her mouth with his, roughly conquering it with his soft lips and clever tongue. She was desired, devoured by his formidable presence and the mouth that seemed to feed on her. His hips trapped hers against the counter, a sizable bulge pressed into her belly.

The feel of his large, strong body against hers brought every nerve to life. Grace experimented with her tongue, first lightly touching his in return, then moving it more insistently. He groaned and his hands slid up, moving slowly to outline the crease under her breasts. Dragging his mouth away from hers, Finn kissed, licked and nibbled his way across her jawline, until he found her sensitive earlobe and the delicate spot beneath.

Grace slid her hands across the muscular expanse of his shoulders, covered in his casual traveling shirt, and tested the firmness of the muscles. They were like steel from all the physical training he had done, and she could only imagine what they looked like if she got that shirt off of him.

Finn found her nipple with his fingertips as his mouth made love to her neck, and the combination sent bolts of lightning to her groin, which began to ache for attention. Without thought, she lifted her right leg and wrapped it around his hip, increasing contact where she really wanted it. He understood and gripped her backside, lifting her up easily to sit on the edge of the countertop. His hands found the bottom edge of her nightgown, pushing it up to her hips that her legs could wrap around him fully.

Before he stepped in, chest heaving and erection pushing painfully against the front of his trousers, he took a moment. He held her nightgown up around her waist, her beautiful mound covered in damp golden curls exposed to him. Her chest was heaving, already glittering with sweat, and her curvaceous lips were swollen and red from his kisses. Her eyes, watching him curiously, without shame, were filled with lust. She was a sight to behold, all beauty, innocence and eagerness.

He slid his hands down as he moved in to take her mouth once again. He was going to give her something that both of them could remember. As he ran his fingers through her soft curls below, Grace sighed in relief when she finally felt the touch she was looking for. He stroked her delicately now, differently than his first possession of her mouth, and kissed her softly as he focused on bringing her pleasure. His other hand slid up the front of her nightgown, grazing her belly and moving softly, slowly up to cover her breast.

He caressed it gently, reverently, while teasing her opening with the fingers of his other hand. She drenched him with her juices, and he spread them up over her folds to lubricate his gentle massage.

She couldn't focus on anything... his lips on hers, his hand now toying with her nipple, his fingers on her sensitive core. She knew that something was coming, she was lost to the sensations as he drove her mad. Grace panted and cried out as she was completely lost and overpowered by the torrent of pleasure. Her legs clamped around Finn, holding him close until her muscle spasms subsided.

Just as her eyes were fluttering back open, the percolator began bubbling and sputtering. Too languid to be surprised at the sudden sound that broke her out of her reverie, Grace slid off the counter, body sliding down Finn's until her feet were grounded once again. His hands, which had held her thighs as she recovered from her orgasm, slid up her backside to cover her bottom. To answer his pondering, it was soft, with firm muscles underneath.

She reached a hand over to turn off the burner, and with a smile, said to him, "Your coffee is ready."

Colonel Finn chuckled and gave her bum a squeeze before letting her nightgown drop back into place. "If you could give me just a moment to recover, I will need to get back out there before you find another soldier at your screen door looking for me ... or a cup of coffee."

"Of course, Sir," Grace said with a bit of sadness. She didn't even know this man, but in certain ways, she felt even closer to him than anyone else. She now had a man to mourn. But Colonel Finn was still here, and had given her a beautiful gift that she would always remember. He sipped his coffee, his bulge slowly receding. Perhaps better to say goodbye now than drag it out uncomfortably. "They look like they are about ready to go. I know you have a long journey ahead, so I won't keep you."

"That we do. I have enjoyed our brief time together, my lady. I hope that one day we will meet again." Colonel Finn finished his coffee and set the mug in the sink.

"I would like that," Grace smiled at him, and rose to give him a soft, sweet kiss on the lips. "Now I must shower and put on some real clothes, before anyone else walks through that door!" Grace turned to retreat to her room, but then remembered Finn was in a state as well. "Take all the time you need to calm yourself before going back out there!"

Finn smiled at that, and watched her walk into her room. Slowly, she turned back around to face him. He felt his heart skip a beat as she slowly pulled the hem of her nightgown up. Further, and further, until with both hands she lifted it up over her head and tossed it into the hamper near her door.

She stood before him, completely naked, her lean beautiful body on display for him. A parting gift. "Stay safe out there," she said, head tilted and eyes wide with sincerity, "I'll be thinking about you."

Grace turned away and shut the door behind her, heart racing wildly with her boldness. She was having a lot of firsts, and none of them brought her any regret. Nobody had to know except her and Colonel Finn what happened on her parents' kitchen counter. She couldn't say why she wanted to show him her body, except that it seemed like something he might like, and she wanted to give something back to him. Nobody had ever seen her like that since she was a young child. Then again, nobody had ever touched her like that. Ever.

By the time she had finished showered and getting dressed for the day, the soldiers were gone.