It's a gloomy, rainy day. I get in my car, turn on my favorite cd and get on the road. You are said you want me, but you will have to wait.
Toll booth.
My mind drifts as I drive. My hand wanders to my crotch, which unsurprisingly, is already wet. I haven't been dry since I met you four weeks ago.
Toll booth.
I'm almost there. My mind is racing though the thoughts of what we will do today. I pull up to base, show my ID, and for the first time, get questioned on why I am here. "What is your business on base today, ma'am?"
"I am picking up a friend from the barracks to go to dinner."
"What restaurant will you be going to?" asks the imposing soldier.
"I am not sure yet, sir." I can tell he is hesitant to let me onto base but can't put his finger on why exactly. Oh, how I would love to tell him the real reason I am here.
"Be off base by 10 o'clock, ma'am" he replies as he hands me back my ID and steps away from my car.
I pull away, taking the few turns to the barracks, and text you, I'm here.
You open the side door and I slip in, purposefully brushing my breasts against your arm. Signalling to you how ready I am to play. You give me a stern expression, because you know that I know better than to be so brazen in the hallway. We head to your room.
I'm not sure I ever told you this, but I am so incredibly glad you had a single suite and we didn't have to waste time making nice to a roommate.
I slip off my shoes at the door, as you have always asked. Then tread softly to your bed, hoist myself up and lay back like I own the place. My arms resting above my head, wrists close, just in case you decide to come and give me a little punishment for being so brazen a moment ago.
Sadly, you don't. You were mid-xbox game with your friends and quickly pick up where you left off, leaving me to fend for myself for much longer than I had wanted.
I reposition on your bed, making myself comfortable. You turn and ask, "Would you like something to drink? We are going to be awhile." I hear the squawk over your headset of everyone asking who you are talking to, if you have girl there, the final voice saying, "If that's a girl, you are a bigger pussy that I thought bro, ignoring her to play with us!" resulting in loud laughter from the rest of the group. You tell them to all shut up and get back to playing the game so that you can be free to have a different sort of fun.
Observing this exchange, I decide to get a little more bold than you are use to with me and start playing with myself. I take off my shirt and drape it over the foot of the bed. I shimmy out of my jeans and dangle them from my toe, tossing them over your shoulder to get your attention. You jump, not expecting me to throw something at you, much less my pants. You turn and look right as I am running both hands down my body straight towards my panties that have a noticeable wet patch right where you would expect it.
Your jaw drops, completely shocked at my actions. The squawking begins again from your headset. I guess my distractions got you killed, making your team one man too short to finish whatever game you were playing. Oops!
You quickly tell your 'bros' sorry but that you have some business to attend too, which is received with much hooting and hollering, as men do when they know one of their own is about to be satisfied.
You turn off the game, hit the lights on your way to the bed, and climb on top of me, fully dressed. I giggle knowing that my actions got me exactly what I wanted - Your full and undivided attention reserved just for my body.
You take my wrist and raise it above my head; I quickly follow with the other knowing what you want. A low growl escapes your throat as you peer into my soul, my breath picking up pace in anticipation of what is to come. Restlessly waiting for you to take over, allowing my brain to stop analyzing and just enjoy your sexual creativity.
You move to turn my head with your jaw so you can kiss that sweet spot right below my ear. The one that no matter how gentle you touch gives me a full body shiver. You land two short kisses, shivers included, then take the tip of your tongue and slowly trace my jaw line, leaving a chilling trail of moisture, which you proceed to blow a short breath over, making me tremble.
I can feel the weight of your body on top of mine. Your hand confining my wrists above my head, your hand supporting yourself alongside my ribs. Your chest pressing against mine, the bulge in your pants growing against my pelvis. Your legs confining mine together when all I want is to wrap them around your waist and beg you to pour into me.
You move to kiss me, starting out gentle and slow but quickly riding the wave of passion that has crashed into both of us. Your hand moving to my covered breast, pawing at the fabric that separates us. Molding and feeling as an artist molds and shapes a piece of pottery. My nipples standing taller and taller to show my appreciation for your ministrations.
You become fed up and push the cup over my breast, freeing my wrists and sitting up slightly on your knees to be able to admire the skin you have conquered. You claim your riches with your tongue and fingertips. Slowly tracing the outline of each nipple, flicking each one with the tip of your tongue, leaving the slightest touch of moisture that chills in the open air.