What can you say about poor Monica? The chocolate brown skinned, curly haired beauty had been lonely since her guy enlisted and gone overseas. For the past couple of years she missed everything about him. She missed the way he touched her and how he kissed every part of her body that left her quivering. To keep her raging hormones in check she would resort to watching porn and keeping herself company with her pink dildo. Even going as far as writing his name on it, pretending it was him.
Her worries would soon be over once she got word he was coming home in three days, eager to pick him up at the airport. For now she was preparing to meet up with friends and head for the beach. She had on her sandals, denim shorts, and yellow bikini; all set to catch some rays.
Monica packed up her suntan lotion, shades, and beach towel when a knock came at the door. Her friends had arrived or so she thought, that is until she peaked through the peep hole, and saw a familiar face. Monica opened the door and standing before her was her guy, all decked out in Marine fatigues, and leaving a look of surprise on her pretty face.
"Hey, babe," he said, "I'm home."
She didn't know what to say; couldn't quite put the words together in her head.
"Sal?" She asked. "I thought you were coming in three days?"
"I lied," he said. "I thought I'd show up unannounced and surprise you. So, are you going to let me in?"
Monica jumped into his arms, wrapped her slender legs around his waist, and planted a big wet one on the lips. Sal finally stepped inside, slamming the door with his foot, and dropping his bag.
"I missed you," said Monica, "I missed you so much."
"I missed you, too." said Sal, barely able to speak with Monica's lips locked onto his. "Babe, hold on. Babe, calm down. Calm down. Step down, I want to see the rest of you."
Monica unlocked her legs, slowly sliding off him. Sal took her hand and twirled her around, seeing exactly how he remembered her; beautiful, sexy, and fun to be around.
"Looking hot as usual," said Sal. "You got dressed up for me?"
From all the excitement Monica had forgotten what she was wearing and her scheduled plans with friends.
"This?" She said. "I was set to go to the beach, but now that you're here, I ain't going nowhere."
"Wait, you're going to cancel your plans? You don't have to do that on account of me."
"Sam and the others will understand."
"Really, you don't have to."
"No, no. You and I have some catching up to do."
Sal couldn't blame her. Leaving Monica alone all that time may have driven her nuts. Without wasting further time, she got on the phone and contacted her friends. At first they were disappointed, but understood why she had to blow them off. They were all happy that Sal had returned and that both needed to spend some quality time together.
After removing his uniform, Sal jumped right into the shower; a shower to finally call his own instead of the one he shared with his teammates. He dried himself up and pick out a pair of sweatpants. In the living room he sat on the carpeted floor with a beer bottle to chug on, and Monica sitting behind him massaging his broad shoulders. Sal sat between her legs where he could caress and feel the smooth and silkiness of her flesh.
"That feels good," said Sal.
"You're so tense."
"When you're out there, looking over your shoulder twenty four seven, you would, too."
"I told you not to go."
"Yeah, I know, but I wanted to show off my dad just to make a point."
Sal and his dad have had their ups and downs, but still kept in touch from time to time. He brought Monica over to his parents' place and his dad took a liking to her. His mom, however, felt she was too young for him even though she was only a year younger.
"Do you still have that picture?" Said Monica.
"What picture?"
"You know, the one I gave you to keep you company?"
Monica had given him a very special photograph before he took off. She was on the bed, wearing a white slip while rubbing her crotch and licking her nipple. Before going to sleep, Sal would jerk off without anyone seeing him. One time he was almost caught in the act when he made too much noise.
"Yeah, I still have it," said Sal.
"Jerked off much?" Monica asked.
"Oh, yeah. Of course it wasn't easy hiding it from the others."
"That's good. Nice to know you still thought of me when you rubbed your big cock."
"What about you? What did you do in your spare time?"
"Oh, I managed. I got a little friend or rather a big friend who kept me company every night. I barely noticed the difference between rubber... and the real thing."
"A dildo?"
"With your name on it."
"With my name on it?"
"Yeah, I wrote your name down."
"Seriously?"
"Well, honey you've been gone for a long time. What was I suppose to do?"
Sal wasn't the least bit upset. He was fine with the idea of Monica fulfilling her needs just like he did with her picture. As long as it wasn't done with actual people.
"Are you jealous?" She giggled.
"No. First I want to meet him and then kick him the hell out. You got a real man now."
Monica giggled once again and got back to massaging his shoulders. Sal caressed her legs, from thighs all the way down to her toes.
"You got a tattoo?" Sal asked, noticing the designed rose on her ankle.
"You like?" Monica asked. "I got it a few months after you left."
"Nice. Are there any other places you had decorated that I should know about?"
"No, but you could get one yourself."
"Where should I put it?"
"How about your cock?"
"No way. I'm not letting some guy grab my dick so he could decorate it. No, thank you."
"That's too bad. I would have enjoyed taking pictures of your tattooed cock and post it online for all to see."
"Yeah, you would, wouldn't you?"
"Or not."
