“I don’t think you are an asshole. Not anymore. I bet Linda doesn’t either, if you were to ask her. But you’re so…distant, aloof, and standoffish. It’s hard to see what a nice guy you can be. You should listen to Ron more. He’s trying to help you.”
“I know,” Danny sighs. “Where the hell are we going?” he asks looking around.
“I have no idea. I don’t know where you live.”
Danny looks at me then begins to chuckle. In turn, it makes me giggle. Our laughter begins to feed on each other and pretty soon I think I’m going to have to stop the car or kill us both because we are laughing so hard.
“Stop!” Danny gaps, trying to get his laughter under control. “I don’t know where the fuck we are. You’re going to have to go back the way we came until I can find something I recognize. Jesus Christ, we’re probably in New Mexico or some fucking place!”
That only sets me off again. I finally pull the car onto the shoulder until I can stop laughing. Once I have control of myself again, I begin to drive. Before I can find a place to turn around, we come up on Lake Mead Boulevard.
“Oh, I know where we are!” Danny says. “Make a left.”
Twenty minutes later, I pull Danny’s car into his garage. “Made it! It was touch and go there for a minute,” I say. I begin to giggle again at the memory of us laughing our asses off.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Danny says as we step into his small kitchen. He pulls two beers out of the ‘fridge, opens them, and hands one to me. Then, he motions me farther into his house. “Now that you’ve had a chance to sample it, what’s better? Flying or sex?”
We move into the living room and sit down. As I move through his house, I begin to get a sense of the man. The Air Force is obviously his life. There are few personal touches that don’t reflect that. It’s a very sad and barren existence.
“Flying is pretty fucking good, I’ll give you that. But…with the right person, I think sex has it beat. At least I don’t pass out during sex and miss part of it,” I tease.
Danny laughs. “You were only out for a few seconds at a time. You did better than most. I had to really push. I didn’t think I was going to be able to do it. I was about to pass out myself.”
“Why Boomer Anderson, is that a compliment I hear?”
Danny smiles. That megawatt smile of his can stop a woman’s heart. “Yeah. I guess it is. Whatever is the world coming too?”
I can’t stand it anymore. Ever since our dinner date in Las Vegas, Danny has really started to relax around me. After the flight this morning, and especially at Ron’s house, Danny has been as warm and charming as any man I have ever met. It seems he has misplaced his asshole persona.
I place my beer bottle on a magazine and get up, swaying to Danny’s chair. I can see Danny’s eyes widen slightly, as he picks up the vibes I’m giving off. I gently pull him out of his chair and slither in close. Once again, I offer myself to him. This time he takes the hint. “Eliza, what are you doing?”
“What do you think?”
“I know, but why?”
“Because I want to.”
“But…”
“No buts,” I say, putting two fingers to his lips. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine. I won’t be hurt or mad. But I want to. With you.”
“Why?”
“Because I do.”
“But why? After the way I treated you?”
“That’s not who you really are,” I say. “That’s something you put on to protect yourself from being hurt. I’m not going to hurt you, Danny. I only want one thing from you tonight. It’s not your heart or a commitment.”
I can tell Danny is completely flummoxed by this aggressive woman he’s holding loosely in his arms. “You want a one night stand?” he asks, finally.
“No. But if that is all you can give me, then that’s what I’ll take. I don’t have much time before I leave. I’ll take what you can give me. Then, we’ll see what happens. Maybe it’s nothing. But I like what I see in you, Danny. I’d like to know more. One of us has to take the first step before I’ll know. Before we know.” I pause just a moment, then back off to give him some room. I have never had such a hard time coaxing a man into my bed in my life. I smile, enjoying the challenge. “Am I too old for you? Not pretty enough? What?” I can’t be more than five years older than Danny, but maybe he likes ‘em young.
“What?” Danny asks loudly. His surprise comes through in his voice. “No! You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met. Bar none. But, I just…”
“Where is that fighter jock that never hesitates?” I tease with a smile. “Do you want me or not?”
“Yes, but...”
That’s all I need to hear. I step in, take him in my arms, and kiss the shit out of him. I can feel his stunned hesitation for a moment. Then, he responds and begins to give as good as he gets. After an eternity, we break and I step back. I’m breathing hard in desire. “So, are we done dancing or what?”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Danny. I’m sure. It’ll be okay. If this is the only time we tumble, I’m okay with that. I’ve seen the real Daniel Anderson today and I like what I see. I like it a lot. Maybe, if you’ll let it, there might be more to this than a one night stand. That’s what I’m hoping anyway.”
Danny slowly draws me to him. “You’re taking a big risk, don’t you think, Eliza?”
“Sharp end of the spear, baby. Risk is what we’re all about,” I say. Then, I take his lips with mine once again.
***
Danny slips my blouse from my shoulders. He kisses my skin, as it’s revealed. We have moved to his bedroom and we are in the processes of making ourselves more comfortable. I’ve haven’t had a man in over a month. I’m ready, but I let Danny set the pace. He seems content to let this take all night. I can’t find fault with that idea, so I go as slow as he does. Once I start working on him, we’ll see how long he can keep that calm reserve in place.
I let him have his way with me for a time, giving him a sampling of the delights of my body. Then, I push him strongly away. I begin to unbutton his shirt and slide my hands along his skin. Danny isn’t heavily muscled, but he has a lean sinewy body that is a delight to touch. I slip his shirt from him and begin to kiss his neck and chest as he had mine. But I don’t stop there, I continue down his body, moving lower and lower. As I reach his stomach, I push him down on the bed and remove the rest of his clothes.
A stare at him in all of his naked glory. I can feel myself become wetter with desire and anticipation. I kick out of my shoes, socks, and pants, leaving only my bra and panties on. As Danny moves back in the bed, I follow. Then, I straddle him. I hold myself over his manhood, while I’m on my knees. “Last chance to change your mind,” I tease, as I being too slowly reveal my womanly pleasures. I have my bra unhooked, holding it over my breasts, waiting for his answer.
“No,” Danny says hoarsely.
I smile and slowly pull the bra away, releasing my breasts from their prison. “I was hoping you would say that,” I say, as I lower myself to him. I press my breasts into his chest, as we kiss.
My God, what a kiss! It has the power of the first kiss we shared in his living room, but the press of his skin to mine amps it up by a thousand. As Danny’s arms close in around me, I can feel him, finally, go all in. As good as the kiss started, when Danny finally let go of his reservations, it kicks it up another notch. I pull back, breaking the kiss. Then, I begin to slide down his body, kissing as I go.
I intend to slowly work my way down Danny’s body, then work him over with my mouth. The next thing I know, the take charge fighter jock in him comes out. He rolls me over and pins me loosely to the bed. “You didn’t tell me what you wanted from me this evening,” Danny says. Before I can tell him what I want, he continues, “Let me see if I can guess. Is it this?” Then, he begins to kiss down my neck to my breasts. It sets my passions to roaring.
He teases me with his lips, tongue, and teeth, as he tende
rly mauls my breasts. I’ve never had an orgasm from having my breasts suckled before, but I feel like I’m in danger of having one now. I begin to move and squirm. I moan softly, as I take his head in my hands and pull him more firmly into my breasts. Silently, I’m telling him to give me more of that!
“Or maybe you wanted this,” Danny says, moving from my breasts. He begins to kiss along my side, his lips like pure points of pleasure. I gasp and begin to move even more, as Danny begins to torment me in the most delicious way possible.
I have my arm thrown back over my head. My eyes are closed, soaking in the pleasures. I don’t see him reach for my arm. When he drags his fingers lightly down the inside of it, I gasp. Then, I twist and shudder, as crackling pleasure pours through me like lightening.
“Fuck!” I gasp. The sudden influx of pleasure catches me off-guard. I have never had anyone do that to me before and I don’t know why, but I find it incredibly erotic. Danny pounces on the revelation. He pins my arm above my head and begins to kisses and licks along it. “Fuck! Fuck! Danny! Stop! Stop! I can’t take that!” I beg, my voice getting louder and more desperate on each word. I struggle to get my arm down. I need to give my suddenly overloading nervous system a respite, but he holds my arm firmly. Danny doesn’t let up and within moments he has me thrashing, like I’m having an orgasm. Except, it goes on and on without relief.
“Stop!” I shout, desperate to be free from the mind twisting pleasure that I simply can’t handle.
“So…the major isn’t so tough after all,” Danny teases before returning his lips to my arm. He slowly kisses down its length until his lips return once again my side. He releases my pinned arm as he does. I nearly gasp in relief.
“Just when I thought you weren’t an asshole,” I reply, teasing him in return.
I hear Danny snicker into my side, his lips still busy. He works his way back and forth and down my body, making his way to my womanhood. As he begins to kiss my mound, he pauses. “I think what the major really wants is a little bit of this,” he says, as he slowly works my panties free.
I have been holding tight to my desires, afraid to admit any further weakness lest Danny pounce on them and torture me again. I can’t hold my moan of anticipation, as he settles in between my legs.
For the next twenty minutes, Danny works me over. I come three times, hard. His tongue probes and tickles and his finger touches and strokes. As I come out from under my third orgasm, I admit defeat. “Danny, please stop. I can’t. Not again. Please,” I gasp, still panting from my orgasm.
Danny moves, kissing his way back to my lips. As our lips meet, I drink in the pleasure from the touch. Then, I feel Danny enter me. As much as I want to hold his kiss, I can’t. The pleasure is so great that my back arches and my head pulls hard into the mattress. I gasp in pure pleasure.
“Or is this what you want? This is what you want, Eliza?” Danny asks, as he holds himself deep inside of me.
“Yes,” I hiss out, as I slowly relax. “Yes, this is what I want,” I breathe.
Danny begins to move, so slowly that I can’t stand it. I wrap my legs around him and begin to thrust franticly. I try to extract as much pleasure from him as possible, but Danny is having none of it. He shoves himself deep inside and holds himself there, breathing hard, until I whimper in desperation. “Slowly, Eliza. I want this to last.”
I finally stop thrusting and turn myself over to Danny. I trust him to take care of me tonight. As I relax, Danny begins to thrust while nuzzling my neck, kissing my lips, and suckling my breasts. My need is so great, that even with his slow pace, I can feel another orgasm stalking me. The feel of his hardness sliding in my wetness is exquisite. I whimper as the pleasure fills me. “I’m coming,” I gasp.
Danny explodes into motion. He drives hard and fast into me. I can feel my fingers digging into Danny’s back, but I am powerless to release him. My orgasmic throes lock me into position, as I burn. And still, Danny drives into me. I feel another orgasm follow on the heels of the first. The two orgasms merge into one long, sustained orgasm. It has such mind twisting power that I can no longer think, I can only endure. I twist up and try to curl around Danny. My legs are pulled up and my shoulders are off the bed. I cling to him in silent, erotic agony. Yet, my orgasm roars on… until… finally it releases its hold on me. I fall back to the bed, completely spent.
I feel Danny’s hips coast to a stop. “Did you come?” I mumble, so wiped out I can barely speak.
“No...”
“Oh, God,” I say, then I begin to laugh. The laugh of a woman that has just had the shit fucked out of her and knows that her man has more left. “I can’t go on. I’m finished.”
Danny lies down beside me, kissing me gently. “It’s okay,” he says softly.
We snuggle for a moment, kissing slowly. The press of his hardness reminds me that I’m not done. I still have work to do. After a few minutes, I have recovered enough so that I can think coherently again. As my strength returns, I begin to kiss down his body. This may only be a one night stand, but I sincerely hope not. I have seen the real Danny Anderson and I find that I like him. I like him a lot. Can he do this to me every night? Yes, I do hope there is more to come. A great deal more.
As I work my way down Danny’s body, I can feel him tightening up as my lips move ever nearer to their ultimate goal. “Never leave a man behind,” I say, before I plunge him into my mouth.
I work Danny over with tongue and hand until I can feel him begin to move and squirm. His hissing and moaning drive me into a frenzy. I want him inside me badly, but I can tell I don’t have it in me. Not now. Not after five hard orgasms. But later, after we rest, then yes. I will have him again. So, I continue to savage him. Then, with a shuddering groan, Danny begins to come. I use his cum to lubricate my breast before I wrap them around his cock. This really doesn’t do that much for me, but men seem to like it. I want to give Danny as much pleasure tonight as he has given me.
I move on him, cooing and purring, as I slide him through the valley of my breasts. Danny thrusts and squirms. He tears at the bed linens as we move. I occasionally take him into my mouth to rewet him before placing him once again between my breasts. So long as he is hard and seems to be enjoying it, I will continue to please him. His excitement gives me a deep thrill. I draw pleasure from giving it. Danny suddenly barks loudly, as he comes again. The intensity of his orgasm causes him to thrash and gasp. I’m surprised when he ejaculates again. I can’t help but smile. He has been without a woman for far too long.
Danny second orgasm finishes him. I try to keep him hard, trying to go for a three-peat, but all he can do is shudder and gasp. I alternate between dragging him between my breasts and fellating him. It causes him to whimper, as if in pain while he struggles. Finally, he begins to go soft. I would have liked to have him come again, just to see if I could make him do it. I’ve never had a man come twice, so close together. That in itself is something.
I crawl into Danny’s arms and he sighs as we relax into the warm glow of passion spent. The moment I become still I can feel my eyes getting heavy. This may be my only time with Boomer Anderson and that will be a shame. But for the moment, all is right in my world. My last thought before I slide into darkness is that I hope Danny feels the same way.
***
My potential one night stand isn’t. Danny and I go again Saturday morning. Then again, Saturday afternoon. Then, once again on Saturday night. None of these sessions have the same intensity as our first joining did on Friday night, but I enjoy them more. Over the course that time, we have learned about our likes and what gets our motors running. By Sunday morning, we peak at the same time and come together.
Danny and I go for a run on Sunday afternoon. Then, he returns me to my living quarters. I stay only long enough to pick up fresh clothes, so I will have something to change into Monday morning.
We don’t make love Sunday night. All our passion temporarily expended. I am supremely happy simply lying in Danny’s lap, as we
watch something on television. Afterward, I can’t even tell you what the show was about. We turn in early and snuggle in Danny’s bed until I fall asleep in his arms.
***
Monday morning, Boomer and I stride into the hangar all business. French is already there and watches as we approach. I can see him break into a smile that grow ever wider. He is a great guy and has a terrific smile. Kim is a lucky woman.
“Well fuck me running. It’s about damn time,” French says, as we glide to a halt.
“What are you talking about?” Boomer asks.
“You two. You’re not fooling anyone.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” I say, knowing the jig is up, but hoping French is talking about something else. Anything else.
“Uh-huh,” French grunts. “It’s written all over your faces. Both of you. So how was it? Good?”
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