There were other incidents that occurred while I was on leave that bear repeating. Here's one of them:
About two weeks into my stay, Cheryl called me at my mom's house. Apparently, in all our conversations, she had never mentioned that Theresa had joined the Air Force herself. She had flown into Dover Air Force Base for three weeks of leave, but neither herself nor Cheryl were expecting any difficulties in picking her up from the airfield. See, without a military ID, Cheryl couldn't get onto the base, nor could any taxi drivers to get Theresa off. Needless to say, I was more than willing to lend a hand and I drove up to Dover and picked Theresa up.
This vacation was turning out to be one big surprise. I had never been too attracted to Theresa while I was in school, but damn, had she gotten hot! I guessed that if the Army's physical training regiment had done what it had for me, similar results could have been expected for her as well on the Air Force side. (Little did I know the joke that Air Force physical conditioning is, but that's another story.) She had put some meat on her bones, and although I tried not to gauge too hard, she had definitely gone up a cup size, at the very least. She almost didn't recognize me (why do so many people have that problem, I wonder?) but when she did, her eyes almost popped out of her head and through her glasses. "Michael? Is that you?"
"The one and only." We shared a quick hug and I helped her out to my car and drove her to the front gate. As mother and daughter reunited I excused myself to go back to my mother's house, but Cheryl stopped me: "Can I ask you a favor? I couldn't get off work tonight, so would you mind staying home with Theresa? I'm sure she doesn't want to be at home alone..."
"Well--"
"I'll make it worth your while." She used that sexy, seductive voice that people use when they're trying to get something out of you. The bad part about it is, I couldn't refuse, no matter how uncomfortable I might have felt with sleeping with a woman while her child was in the house, especially when that child was older than me. I drove Theresa home while Cheryl went into Dover to work for the night. It was only 6 o'clock, and neither of us had eaten, so we stopped at a small eatery on the way to Newark to grab a bite. We didn't do a whole lot of talking on the road or in the restaurant, so our arrival had a slightly strange air hanging over it.
If silence is strange, then what happened next was outright bizarre. I brought Theresa's bags into the living room and put them in the closet, and when I turned around Theresa was face to face with me in just a bra and panties! As much as I would have liked to ask her why, she was kind enough to answer that question for me by planting her lips on mine and stripping me of my clothing as best as I would allow her without damaging anything. Something about this seemed wrong, but my already hard cock betrayed any moral conjecture I might have normally had.
"So? You been with a lot of military chicks?" she mouthed between heated, sloppy kisses. I responded that I hadn't; I've learned that if somebody asks you if they're your first at something, it makes them feel, I don't know… special, I guess. In this case I was right. She was determined to show me what I had been missing; what an airman had that a civilian didn't. Whether there was anything special that set her apart from any other woman I'd been with I was more than willing to find out.
She ran her hands across my chest, lightly raking her nails across my skin. Being the control freak that I am, I hated that; that was the one thing that revved my engine like nothing else. I clutched her ass (not a light grab, but a forceful grip) and pulled her into me. She parted her thighs just enough to allow my cock to come to rest against her slit before closing them tight. I could feel her getting wetter by the second, and it felt like her snatch was actually trying to suck my cock into it. There was no wasted motion with this girl, as she pushed me onto my back on the kitchen table, pulled up a chair between my legs, and made a meal out of my cock, which by then had grown to its full erect length. I don't know who was enjoying this blow job more, me or her.
"Damn, where did you learn how to do that?" With another woman, I wouldn't have had the gall to blurt that out, but Theresa just didn't strike me as a very sexually active person. She took it in stride, though, mouthing out a barely discernible, "What, you mean this?" as she put her lips on my balls. Now I'm not the biggest guy on the planet (I might be working with 8 inches, give or take; all I know is I've never gotten any complaints) but never, and I mean never, had a female deep throat me. She felt so good that I didn't want her to stop, but I had to, even if just for a moment; just long enough to take her place in the chair while she continued her sucking under the table.
