It was windy this morning, enough so that I could see the bare tree branches moving outside of my bedroom window. It was Saturday morning, so no work for me! Lauren was still asleep, beside me, hogging the covers as usual.
Last night had been awesome! I'd met her, as usual, at the The Bar outside of the King Street gate. We'd been seeing each other for almost six weeks now, having met at The Bar right after Christmas. I hadn't seen her there before, and, being a beer after work regular, I knew that she was new there. Surprisingly, she didn't work at the base, unlike most of the patrons here, but at the Sovran Bank on Mercury Boulevard. Of course, she did live near here, over on Courtney Drive, though I'd never actually been in her house. I guess that the she picked The Bar because it was such a short drive home, and the way the Hampton Police were about DUIs, that was important. Heck, it was important to me, too, although I lived close enough to walk back to my apartment.
Well, if I'd never been in Lauren's small rental house, she'd been in my apartment plenty of times. Sex with her was great, always was, as her petite little body happened to fit just as snugly against my tall, angular frame as could be. It was as if God had taken a measurement of my body, and created a woman who fit against it as though she was molded specifically for me.
I'm Staff Sergeant Frank O'Neal, with the 1st Operational Support Squadron Weather Flight, where I work on weather measurements and forecasts for the 1st Fighter Wing. It's a small group, four airmen, a Tech Sergeant and me, and our unit commander is a 2nd Lieutenant who's barely there; mostly he works with the Public Information office. I've had a couple of longish-term girlfriends, though I'd never been married. Hearing Lauren's soft breathing, I was wondering if perhaps I should change that. She was pretty, really pretty, a blue-eyed blonde, real blonde though a bit blonder still with the help of her hairdresser. Just 5'1" tall, if that, and maybe 110 lb, she just had the look of a woman who'd be just as pretty at 45 as she is at 25.
At least, I guess she's about 25; she never actually told me. In fact, she hasn't told me much about herself at all. She can't have had a kid, because she doesn't have any stretch marks -- and yes, I specifically checked -- and on such a tiny woman, she surely would have them if she'd had a baby. I figure that she's hiding something about her past, but I haven't pried. After all, if she wanted to tell me, she would, and it's not like my job is classified or anything.
And last night! Have I mentioned that it was awesome? We'd been sleeping together for five weeks now, and while it was always great, last night she surprised me, really surprised me. We were on our second go-around, and Lauren was on top, riding me, when she got this huge smile on her face and said, "I've got a surprise for you, baby." With that, she pulled out a tube of something I hadn't noticed her having before, pulled off me, coated my dick with something, and then slowly sat back down on me, aiming me into her ass.
I was like every guy, I wanted to try anal, but never had a girlfriend who was willing to try. Lauren, I hadn't even hinted about it to, and here she was, on her own, slowly sliding me into her skinny little butt.
Damn, it felt awesome! It was so hot and tight, so tight it was almost an uncomfortable drag on the skin of my cock, so different from her pussy, and amazing. She had to sit up straighter, I guess 'cause of the angle, and that meant I could see what was happening as well as feel it. If I hadn't already unloaded my balls once already, I'd have lost it immediately.
It was wonderful, seeing her face. This wasn't super easy for her, and I could see a bit of strain on her face, but she was smiling through it, and I could tell: she was doing this for me, for
me!
as a sexual present. How could any man not love a woman who would do that?
