Chapter 1
It had been over four years since that weekend. We hadn't see each other again, but didn't lost touch. I joined the Army like I planned, leaving for basic training about seven months after our encounter. Military life kept me busy with training and a deployment to Afghanistan. What time I found myself able to take leave, I prioritized seeing family. Ms. Laura understood.
For time I even had a girlfriend and had to cut ties with her. She understood that too. Don't get me wrong, I felt bad about it. Both of us understood what we had was just a fling and what we needed was something more permanent.
She was fifty two when I met her and I was eighteen. She wanted the best for me and knew it was best I be with someone of my own age. Despite loving a younger man to play with, she was more concerned with finding someone that could be a true companion in her retirement, not a kid to take care of.
All that being true I still thought about her. I thought about wearing her collar and pleasing her like I had in the hotel room. When I found myself alone I would sometimes close my eyes and think about her touching me. I was a virgin back then and had not been touched like that before.
It seemed to get better every time I remember it. Her breasts were firmer, lips more inviting, and her pussy so softer and tighter. Every time I remember her I found it hard to compare my weekend with her to my time with any other woman since, and there had been a few. I wanted to do it again. At least one more time, I wanted to see if it was as good as I remembered.
It was November when I first understood my predicament. I was separating from the Army in February, my four year contract was up, and the Christmas leave block was coming up us. Most units would stand down from training and allow their soldiers go home for the holidays.
It was an unwritten rule that not going home meant you were signing up for every working party and guard post the Army had for those days. The problem was I leaving for good in February it would have felt like a waste to go home for a week, only to come back for another six.
Ms. Laura had texted me a happy Thanksgiving like she had every previous years. That's how the conversation began. It ended with me buying a plan ticket to and from Dallas the week of Christmas.
I didn't feel too bad telling my family I wouldn't be home for Christmas. After all they would see me soon enough. I definably didn't feel bad about telling my superiors I was going home, because most of them were assholes. The Saturday before Christmas, I packed a weeks' worth of clothes and a few things she had asked me to bring, and then headed to the airport.
The base I was stationed at was closest to this little regional airstrip with a single terminal. I was pretty familiar with it as I had flown out of it a dozen times. Throwing my suit case into baggage I then got in line for security.
In front of me were a dozen other soldiers, all heading home. Even though they were in civilian clothes they were easily identifiable by their identical haircuts.
One stood out though. She was about three people ahead of me. About five foot six with shoulder length blonde hair; she was wearing a tight wool sweater and jeans. Stepping into the security station she the metal detector beeped.
The guard operating the station pulled her aside to sweep her with his wand. Holding her arms out straight I got a better look at her. Thin waist and wide hips, her bust was big enough to show in the puffy fabric. She was defiantly a looker. I wondered if she was one of the soldier's wives. Maybe they were traveling home together.
