Author's Note: This is a continuation of "Fucking My Soldier". I hope you enjoy it as much as, or more than, the first. I'd love to hear what you think of it. Feel free to vote. I may write more if anyone is interested. Thanks again!
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I couldn't stop thinking about him again. It had only been two weeks since our last fuck on the dining room table, but I was already in desperate need of cock again. He was probably hoping to find someone other than me to have sex with. He had wanted to experiment and see what other people were like. My guess was that he was having no such luck yet. I'd been holding out, waiting for him to get in touch with me again. If he took too much longer, I would cave. Either that or I would give in to one of the other guys that was begging to fuck me.
I was at home taking a bubble bath when I heard my phone vibrate on the bathroom counter. There was no way I could know who it was without looking, but I had a feeling it was Greg. Covered in bubbles, I darted out of the tub. I almost tripped over the edge. I grabbed my phone and looked at the text. It WAS Greg!
"I need you again. Your house at 9:00 tonight?" My heart fluttered, and I could feel my pussy start to get damp with the promise of some cock. I had made plans to go out tonight, it was a Friday after all, but I knew I would cancel them. Getting some cock was better than going out. However, this time things were going to be on my terms.
"I want you too, but if you want to be inside of my sweet pussy again, you're going to have to play by my rules." I tried to come off as confident, but I knew the chances were still 50 percent that he would blow me off. He didn't HAVE to agree to let me give him rules. He could just tell me to fuck off, and not in the way I wanted.
I finished my steamy bubble bath, but not before getting myself off first. I had my orgasm thinking of that sexy soldier burying his cock in me.
It took over an hour for him to respond. By that time I was almost willing to let him have it his way again, but he texted me back in just enough time.
"What are the rules, Baby?"
"Meet me at the bar on the corner of State and Park, 8:00 sharp, in uniform. You're mine until 5:00am tomorrow morning. Deal or no deal?" Once more I sat waiting for a reply that I wasn't sure would come. It was a gamble, trying to boss Greg around. He liked to be the one to call the shots. Once more he surprised me.
"Deal."
"Okay. I'll be wearing all black and you won't be able to miss me."
Now it was on. I had less than three hours to get ready and set everything up. It would be a stretch, but I could pull it off. At this point, I bet you're wondering what exactly I was planning. I would call it a little bit of role play. I was going to dress up like a naughty hooker trying to pick up a soldier at a bar. It sounded cliché, but it gave me an excuse to dress like a slut. Oh boy, did I love a man in uniform. I'd pick him up at the bar, and then I would take him to a hotel room. There, we would have raunchy sex all night into the morning. He wouldn't be allowed to just leave. I'd bring some handcuffs just for good measure.
Preparing for my night of erotic fun definitely took some time. I curled my dark brown hair. The curls ended halfway down my back like a cascade of silk. I applied some dark eye shadow, dark eyeliner and some red lipstick. I slid gold hoops into my ears and fastened a heart necklace around my neck. The fun came next. I felt like a little girl playing a naughty version of dress up. The thong I had chosen was black lace and almost completely see-through. I rolled a sheer back pair of stockings up my long legs and clipped them to the garter belt around my tiny waist.
I had picked out the perfect dress. The dress was pretty much two large pieces of fabric, tied together on the sides with 2 inch strips of skin exposed on either side. It was soft and black, with a low cut boat neck. The dress was one size too small so that it hugged my slim body as tight as it would. It was only reached an inch below my juicy ass. For shoes I wore knee high, platform leather boots. They had stiletto heels and looked badass. My nails were long and red, to match the lipstick. I added a fitted, double-breasted black coat to the look. The coat reached father down than the dress. I smirked at the thought.
I looked at myself in the full length mirror in my bedroom. I looked damn good. I looked like the classy version of the street walker. There would be no doubt in anyone's mind that I wanted fucked. I was glad no one else would be home tonight, because there was no way my father would have let me out of the house looking like this. I was going to bring a change of clothes to the hotel room so that I wouldn't look conspicuous when I came home in the morning.
The finishing touch was perfume: Be Delicious by DKNY. After that, I grabbed my keys and went outside to my silver Civic. I had already decided to drive around if necessary so that I could be fashionably late. I wanted Greg to be sitting there waiting for me. I couldn't be early.
I sat in the parking lot for a few moments. I had to gather my nerves just a little. Though I'm pretty daring, I was a bit anxious. I dressed to tempt most of the time, but this was a smidgen scandalous even for me. It would be worth it though, especially when I got to see Greg's face when I walked through that door. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed my black Chanel purse and headed for the door to the lounge.
The lights were dim; it took my eyes a few seconds to adjust. I saw Greg at the bar. He was talking to the bartender, so he didn't notice me just yet. I took the opportunity to use the surprise to my advantage. Stealthily, I walked to the stool next time him and sat in it. I crossed my legs to show a little more skin and expose the tops of my stockings. Leaning over, I whispered into Greg's ear.
"Hello Sexy."
He turned casually toward me, but his eyes went wide as he took in my ensemble. I chuckled, and then asked the bartender for a virgin strawberry daiquiri. It sucked being underage in a bar, but the daiquiri would taste good. It was definitely the only virgin at the bar.
I had started to feel hot, so I removed my jacket. The bartender looked me up and down before composing my drink. I could feel the eyes of every man in the room; they were all on me. I was almost nervous, but then I remembered that I looked damn good. I basked in the attention and tossed my hair for show. Greg couldn't seem to peel his eyes off of me either; his gaze traveled my body from head to toe more than once.
Now it was my turn to check him out. He had come in uniform, as requested. The camouflage had been rather easy to spot from the door. He was wearing Air Force BDUs; they looked great on his muscular frame. The sight of my sexy soldier made me salivate. He was mine whether he knew it or not. I wanted to tear that uniform off of him with my teeth, but I couldn't just yet.
Every now and then I would rub his arm or whisper seductively into his ear. On his part, I could feel a rough palm brush over my thigh every so often. The anticipation was boiling inside of me and I was already wet. On one occasion, he had actually been ballsy enough to slide his finger inside my panties to see just how wet I was. His finger definitely came away wet. I wanted to fuck him. I was tempted to just ask him to fuck me here on that bar, but I told myself to wait.
We sat making idle conversation for about an hour. I sipped my drink and he had another shot of Jack Daniels. One of the other men at the tavern walked toward me with the intention of talking to me, but one fierce look from Greg sent him back to the table he had come from. Apparently I belonged to someone too, whether he acknowledged me or not.
Almost ten minutes later, I decided it was time to head to the hotel. Grabbing a note from my purse, I slipped it to him and got up from my stool. The note was small and gave distinct instructions: Follow me. You have 5 minutes to meet me outside. I folded my jacket over my arm and strutted through the bar to the door.
Once outside, I watched my phone until he came outside. He had taken three minutes and was on his way toward me. I was leaning up against his car. I would leave my own car here at the bar for the night. In the morning, I would take a taxi back here to retrieve it. It was slightly chilly outside, but I still had not put my coat back on. He could surely see my hard nipples through my dress; I wasn't wearing a bra.
He came straight over to me and backed me up into the car door. He lifted me up with his strong arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He hungrily took my mouth; there was nothing gentle about it. His teeth clicked against mine as he thrust his tongue as far into my mouth as he could. I struggled to breathe during his onslaught. I groaned and clawed at his shirt. His cock was hard and I could feel it through my dress. I wanted it. He brought his mouth to my neck and started taking love bites out of my flesh. I hissed a little; it hurt, but it felt too good to make him stop. I felt suction on my skin and knew he was marking me. He had always liked to brand me as his.
