The evening wore on, and by their fourth club, they were both pretty wasted. Over the sound of screeching gears (Maria couldn't drive a stick well, and Alex was too fucked up to drive), they agreed that they'd head back to his place, sleep off a night's worth of B-52's, Margaritas, and Hurricanes and Alex would take her back home in them morning. Never a simpler arrangement had been made.
"Now, I don't want you to get mad, but I've been wondering this for a long time", Alex said while sitting on the edge of his sofa. He had that silly grin he always wore when he was drunk and Maria was more than eager to entertain his foolishness when he was like this because he was always so funny. He motioned her close towards him so that she stood right in front of him. Without warning, Alex ran his hands up the back of Maria's thigh, up her skirt, and came to rest on the cheeks of her ass. The only thing that interrupted her utter shock was the words, "I'll be damned, you don't wear underwear". In one of her hornier moments, she'd made that confession to him, but never in her wildest dreams had she expected for it to come back to haunt her like this.
The real kicker was that despite her shock she liked it. It had been months since a man had laid a hand on her body and she missed the feeling quite a bit. So, Maria put on her best stern face, looked Alex in the eye and said "what are you doing, have you forgotten our honey-pot rule?" Being charged up on courage juice, Alex didn't hesitate to offer up "I know the rule and I intend to abide by it, I'm just having some fun" as his response.
Maria's courage was up high as well, so she decided to take Alex's action and escalate. She reached down, grabbed his right hand from under her skirt, and she brought it around to the front. She carefully adjusted his fingers straight out and then placed them on just the right spot of her clit. Now Alex was shocked. He was shocked by how this young lady had just called him out and shocked at the fact that she was so wet. He decided to go with it though. With his hand in Maria's he became her pleasure toy and he watched as she motioned his hand to make her happy.
The thing about a platonic relationship is that you can't acknowledge obvious things like how your friend has amazing tits. They both knew she had amazing tits but they never talked to each other about them. Since shyness was officially out the window, Alex used his free hand to unbutton Maria's blouse and then unlatch her bra (the clasp was on the front). What he saw brought his eyes to a bulge and his dick to attention. There they were firm, large, full, beautifully colored, and full, round tits. Maria let out a combination moan/sigh when the cool air hit her hard, heated nipples. She pushed his fingers a little deeper inside herself as she did. In response, Alex began to lightly caress her beautiful breasts. Maria responded by moving more closely to him, close enough so that Alex could lean forward and touches his tongue to the nipple. His warm breath and moist mouth brought up a passionate response. She used his hand to stroke herself even more intensely.
Maria soon began to lose herself in the good feeling. She masturbated often, usually with a vibrator, but nothing compared to the human touch and this touch was just the thing for her. As she felt her body succumb to the touch with more and more intensity, she began to say things out loud, to no one in particular. Soon, a blathering flow, some in English, some in Spanish, came from her mouth. No matter the language, Alex knew that she was close to orgasm. Some languages were universal. Being the good friend he was, he sucked on her nipples just a little harder and assisted her in applying pressure to her taut clit as she approached her orgasm. He had to admit, she was a loud one. He had his hand back now. It was slick and wet with the sweat and juices of her efforts of the past few minutes. She was panting now, trying to catch her breath as he licked her sweetness from his fingers.
Maria had beautiful pouty lips and a wide tongue. Those were two of the things he'd first noticed about her. It was something he was full-well appreciating as she clamped the lips tight around his dick while at the same time using her tongue to tease the bottom of the shaft. The only thing more intense than the feeling of her doing it, was the sight of her eyes, cold and concentrating, staring into his, while she did it. Up and down, from head to base, lips closed TIGHT, oh so tight around him. Within minutes, he felt himself, ready to cum, and Maria knew this.
She knew, but what wasn't clear is if she cared. After all, she'd told him time and time again, that she didn't like cum anywhere near her face, much less in her mouth, but you'd hardly believe that the way she was sucking right now. The kiss of death came when she added her hand to the mix. Now her mouth and tongue followed right along as her hand stroked him with a tight grip. He didn't last long and it was as she was on an upstroke that she felt that familiar spasm first in her hand than next against her lips. She knew what followed and instead of backing away, she sucked harder like a straw in an extra thick milk shake.
She'd spent him good and she knew it. Now, she was teasing him in her moment of triumph. She stuck her tongue out at him to show her "prize" and then she brought it back in her mouth and feigned swallowing motions. Again, and again, she teased him and giggled at her own enjoyment. Alex smiled as well, wondering how long she was going to keep up the joke before going to spit it out. Finally, he decided to have the last laugh. He leapt forward and playfully tackled Maria to the floor. Then, as she lay on her back, he started to tickle her. Maria was caught, because she was giggling to hard to talk and if she talked to tell him to stop, she'd have to swallow, and, and, and, she closed her eyes and swallowed. Satisfied that he'd gotten the last laugh, Alex lay down next to her, pulled her close and they allowed the effects of alcohol and the euphoria of orgasm to take hold. They were asleep in minutes.
Maria awoke in Alex's bed late the next morning. It was hard to differentiate if her memories were of a dream or if something real had happened between them. She'd resolved to figure that out just as soon as she got something to drink to get the aftertaste out of her mouth.
Anchor Man
It was 0500 at the Navy hospital near the main gate of the Yard. The nurse, achingly tired from repeated overtime shifts, sat trying to make some sense out of the stack of charts before her. She was careful not to confuse data from the several patients, but it was beginning to be a losing battle. Hearing the squeak of shoes coming down the passageway, she looked up, bleary-eyed, to see a doctor approach. It was the new orthopedist, just transferred there this week from duty as an instructor at the Naval Medical Officers' Basic School. She stood wearily, certainly not to attention – this was, after all, a hospital – but as a sign of respect for a senior officer. A slight smile crept across his face as he said, "Carry on, Lieutenant" then paused to look more closely at her, noting her beleaguered appearance, and frowned. "Are you OK? You look worn out!"
"I'm sorry, Commander, it's just all this extra duty, what with Commander Kratzler and Lieutenant Bouvier out on leave...."
"Well," said the doctor, "you're no good to the Navy, your patients, or to me in your present state. I'm going to call Corpsman Benson up here from below decks to man your station, and I'll take you home. Dedication to duty only helps when you're able to carry it out! This will, of course, be between you and me...." He reached past her, punched up a number, and spoke curtly into the telephone.
The nurse smiled wanly, thinking about something stiff between him and her that would be SO nice, but her eyes rolled in independent orbits as she did so. "Well... OK...." She murmured. Gathering up her cape and purse, she followed him onto the elevator and leaned tiredly against the rail. "Just keep it together for a few minutes more and you'll be fine." he said.
Crossing the lot to where his car was parked, he found it needful to take her elbow with one hand and wrap the other arm around her shoulders to guide her unsteady steps. After helping her in, he lowered the convertible top, hoping to keep her at least nominally awake until she got home. But it was not to be. Frowning at the trace of a smirk beneath the Marine gate-keeper's salute, he looked over and found her sound asleep.
Oh, great, he thought. I don't even know
where her quarters are! He sighed and decided to take her to his motor-home instead. He'd get her home when she'd had a little sleep.
He eased the convertible into his parking space at the Camp-O-rama and went to open the motor-home door. Then, bracing himself alongside the car, he lifted her easily from the seat and carried her into the larger vehicle. He glanced aft toward the bedroom, then deposited her on the sofa behind the door on the right side. She murmured something unintelligible and settled in, her sleep pretty much undisturbed.
Placing a warm, cream-colored Navy Medical Corps blanket over her, he retired to the bedroom. Shucking down to his skivies, he de-brassed his uniform shirt and crawled into the sack. In moments he was out, the accumulated stress from the move and acclimating to a new assignment finally taking their inevitable toll.
Some time later, she awoke to see the morning sun already high in the sky. At first dis-oriented by the strange surroundings, she slowly remembered the doctor's offer to take her home. She must have fallen asleep on him, and of course he didn't know where she lived. This must be his... what? Looking out the window, she spied several motor homes, campers and travel-trailers lined up outside. Yes, it was a motor-home, she concluded, the sight of a steering-wheel in the living room providing the final clue.
Without a great deal of thought, she silently walked aft and looked into the bedroom. She saw him lying on his side on the bed, and, daringly, almost subliminally, decided to join him. Sliding under the covers, she saw a magnificent erection protruding from the fly of his skivvie-drawers. Oh, happy day! she thought, and placing her forehead against his collar-bones she reached down and began to lightly stroke him, her other hand reaching into his skivvies and gently rolling his balls. She was surprised to realize how badly she wanted to get laid! Just then, he sighed and, almost as if on cue, rolled onto his back.
Reaching a hand between her legs, she rubbed her emerging clitoris, sensing how good it felt, knowing how much better it was going to feel before long. She knew there was going to be some lubrication needed, so she slid his skivies off over his impressive bowsprit and took the head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue playing with the contours of his head as the snug ring of her lips moved up and down, her free hand busy between her lower lips. She needed him NOW....
She slipped out of bed and removed her panties and bra, then straddled him. Amazingly, he was still asleep! Holding his rampant cock vertical with her hands, she enveloped him, shuddering with delight at the feel of his corona rippling past her inner rings. When she was thoroughly filled, she looked down and saw another two inches she hadn't yet taken inside her! She lowered herself a little more, feeling a twinge of pain, and thought how good it hurt....
Just then, he blinked awake and started, his eyeballs the size of turkey-platters. He remembered the tired nurse from earlier that morning, then realized – my God, he was FUCKING her! He smiled broadly at his unexpected good fortune and reached up, gently to squeeze her pendulous breasts, flexing his hips to provide her the entirety of his cock. She bit her lip as he got it all into her, his balls nestling happily against the backs of her lower lips. "Lordy, honey, you're as big as all outdoors!" she chuckled, then began to raise and lower herself over him, something between a gasp, a sigh and a moan escaping her lips.
Up and down she went, resting her entire weight on his thighs with each stroke, forcing his balls far down his slickened shaft, the deliciousness of it transporting her. He curled upward and began sucking her nipples HARD, one after the other, then drew them together and sucked them simultaneously. Then he pulled her upper body horizontal over his and kissed her with intense feeling, wanting to convey without words how good it felt. Grasping her shoulders, he forced her down as he slammed the last five powerful thrusts up into her, then held his cock pressed tightly inside her as the explosion of his climax overcame him. She screamed with joy as he jetted his warm, gelid come high into her womb, flooding her, the excess spewing out past his enlarged head and puddling on his hairy thatch. They lay together, sated beyond description, until their ragged breaths returned to something like normal.
Eventually, she rose up and smiled at him. "Rest easy", she said. "There's something I want to do for you!"
She reversed herself and took his softening cock into her mouth once again, licking their commingled juices from it, squeezing him with her tonsils as she swallowed. After a minute, he lifted her over his face and returned the favor, sucking their effluvia out of her and licking her clean. Very quickly, he felt renewed desire....
The sound of a door opening ruptured their reverie. A happy, tinkling voice exclaimed from thirty feet forward, "Hi, Honey! I'm here with the furniture! Has the Yard Housing Office found us quarters yet?"
Three Hour Tour
It's funny how time tends to distort memory. How we remember our youth in clarity but can never remember what we had for dinner last night. There is one experience that I will never forget...My Three Hour Tour!
I was always shy as a child and as an adult. I was always a "good girl." I did everything the right way. But my life was boring. I didn't have a boyfriend. My life consisted of going to work and watching television when I got home.
One night, I was up late. I normally went to sleep at 10:30pm. But it was 12am and I couldn't sleep. As you may know late night television is filled with advertisement for chat lines to call and chat with people live. So I said "What the Hell." I decided to call!
I found that this service was free for women. It was really fun. I chatted with people in my area. And I had meaningful conversations, and did a lot of flirting which is something that I normally do not do in person. Life had a new meaning and a new sense of excitement from chatting on the chat line.
One day, I heard the most incredible voice... He described himself as having olive skin, 40 years old, 5'10, average weight, mustache, and very attractive. He Was originally from Oregon but have been living in Rochester, New York area for about five years.
He talked about his enjoyment of giving women oral sex! How he worshiped women, and how it was his desire to please women. To worship them orally and never stopping until they are completely satisfied until they cum over and over again. And how he loved to drink a woman's sweet juices. And how he wanted to have a discreet encounter with a women, just to give her oral pleasure.
"Hmmm I thought, is this man for real." So I sent him a voice message. He responded promptly. We connected in a voice chat session. We chatted for a few minutes. He gave me his phone number and asked that I would call him.
"I will" I said.
There was something about him that intrigued me. I had to find out more about this man. I waited two days before I called him. He immediately knew who I was after I spoke and said "I am so glad that you called me. I was beginning to think that you would not call me." I soon found out that he wasn't all a perv, he was actually an intelligent man. Having two degrees, and was also a school teacher.
Our conversation diverged to sex... And his favorite topic... oral sex. I could hear in his voice how excited he got when he talked about going down on a woman.
So we decided to meet at a local restaurant the next day for dinner.
It was 6:15pm. He was fifteen minutes late. I was beginning to think that I was being stood up. Then about a minute later, I heard someone clearing their voice, then say "Excuse me are you Amy?" Yes I said
"Nice to meet you James." I said.
"Yes the pleasure is all mine." He said as he looked me up and down as if I was his dinner! He gestured for me to enter the restaurant first and he followed behind me. I knew he was checking me out,cause that's what men do.
The waitress brought us to our table. He placed his hand on mine, looked into my eyes and said "You are, beautiful...absolutely beautiful. I just don't know why you don't have a man." "I guess I am shy" I said sheepishly.
"No, you just haven't meet the right man to turn you out." he said with a smile.
"Oh yeah" I s
aid rolling my eyes at him. I found out this man was not only intelligent but also had a good sense of humor. I was beginning to like him more!! Towards the end of dinner he said "So do you want to get a hotel room?"
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"Do you want to get a hotel room. I just want to talk to you in a more comfortable setting. I promise I won't bite unless you want me too." he said with a smirk
So after him begging me for about five minutes, I gave in and decided "What the hell!"
He gave me money to pay for the room. I thought, damn this man must be married or have a girl, because this is a sign...he didn't want his name on the check in information.
On our way to the room I asked him do you have a girl or married. "No why?" he asked. Because you didn't want to put your name on the check in information.
"Oh" He said, "I will the next time OK."
When we got into the room he laid on the bed and turned on the television set. I went into the bathroom to "freshen up." When I came out of the rest room he had taken off his shirt but had on his pants.
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