2 comments/ 10467 views/ 5 favorites Fly Boy By: his_sweetheart I always had a thing for a man in uniform, a military uniform to be precise. Growing up, I spent a lot of time with my grandfather and followed in his footsteps with my love of air craft. My grandfather's name was Gerry but ever since I could remember, I called him Sarge. He instilled in me a respect for all things military and taught me about the honour due to those who serve, or have served. Sarge and I did a lot of traveling together and attended many air shows. Every time we travelled, we would visit the nearest base in the area. He told me he'd spent time at every one, at one time or another, during his career. I was enchanted buy the things I saw there and as I continued to travel, well in to my teens, I became enchanted by the men I saw on the bases as well, especially on the air force bases. It is no surprise, that as I got older, I would choose to frequent areas were military men would hang out. I even moved to a town near a base hoping to catch a glimpse of the men in their uniforms and often did. Although I would stare and drool, I never approached or managed to date any of them. I was much too shy and always had a hard time flirting with men in general. My friends said I put military men on too high a pedestal, I disagreed and still do, but whatever the reason for my apparent intimidation, the truth is I never thought I could measure up and after a while resigned myself to ogling. My life had turned out well, I had a good job, good friends and nice place of my own. The only thing my life was lacking in, was romance. I had a handful of boyfriends over the years, but no one that could make my knees weak or my heart skip a beat. I had become so focused on my Gallery that I purposely left no time for dating. I was comfortable in my reservations and the standard I was clinging to. I was sure that he would come along someday and I wanted to be ready to experience everything. I was ready, so ready. I was 36 and becoming increasingly anxious to experience anything. I was beginning to question my own approach. Maybe I was ready to try something new, become more proactive in my own fate; starting immediately. It had been a long day and with the humidity being what it was, I was dying for a beer. It was not a red wine day. I had been in the gallery since 7:30 in the morning, setting up for the new show and overseeing the air conditioning guys who were putting in the new AC unit. Good thing too, because the heat of the day might have melted the latest sculptures. I figured there was nothing else I could do that night, so I turned out the lights and locked the door. I was about to go to my car when I heard cheers coming from the bar down the street. Shit! I thought; I almost forgot. I checked my watch and it was 11:10. I thought for sure I would make the last quarter. So I walked the short distance to O'Grady's pub. I loved O'Grady's. It was never too busy, always clean and the bartender was friendly. Most importantly, the men never seemed to mind me infringing on their turf. They were always very polite to me whenever I snuck in to catch the game. It didn't hurt that they were mostly military too. I often worked late on Mondays and exhibit openings, traditionally, are in the evening on Thursdays or Fridays. So it interfered with my football time. Who ever started the tradition, certainly wasn't a football fan. But then again, how many art lovers are. I had a habit of sneaking out on an opening every once and a while to check on the score. Tom the bartender, ran a tab so I didn't even need my purse. But honestly, it was beginning to get to me. I'm not sure which bothered me more, missing so many games, or having to sneak out of the gallery and all the excuses I had to make when I returned. I'll be glad when the season is over. I said to myself with a tired sigh. I couldn't believe I even thought that. It was like blasphemy. The season is short enough, and I seem to be so busy at this time of year that there is never enough time to watch all the games. I knew I should get a PVR sooner or later, but the first item on my list was to relax, drink my beer and enjoy the view of the handsome man in the corner with his buddies. Fortunately, he didn't notice me gawking. I know it's cliché, but I really do love a man in uniform, and the guy was a pilot, of what I'm not sure, but he was wearing a flight suit so that much I knew. I wondered how he could stand to wear such a thing in this heat. My mind drifted away a bit, imagining how hot his body must get. That tall, strong, firm body. My eyes devoured every inch of him, starting at his feet, lingering for more than a minute on his very fine butt, and then continued to the top of his head. Mmm. I thought. Dirty blonde hair. Honestly, could a man get any more perfect? I was staring; admiring the man at the moment he turned. I almost choked on my beer. His eyes were blue. So amazingly blue. But obviously the only way I would know that, would be to look at them. Right into them. Oh shit! He saw me. I quickly looked up, to the T.V. just above his head but I don't think I was that convincing. When our eyes made a connection he seemed amused. He smiled an extremely sexy smile out of the corner of his mouth and then looked away. I damn near fell off my seat and I think if I tried to stand my legs wouldn't support me. This guy was so handsome, and that sideways smile he gave me made the butterflies kick up in my tummy. It was all I could do not to keep staring. OK Sam, what are you gonna do? I asked myself. I didn't know what to do. What do you do? I wish I were a guy; but maybe they have just as hard a time as girls do trying to pick someone up. I drank the rest of my liquid courage and called the bartender over. A minute later he was talking to the man and they both turned to look at me. I looked down from the T.V. briefly, smiled politely and looked up again. I figured if he wasn't interested, he could just smile and say thank you. He wouldn't have to worry about some crazed, military junky going all stalker on him. The drink would just have been a kind gesture from a kind lady. He said something to his friends, they all looked at me, smiled and then he started walking in my direction. I couldn't pretend I didn't notice, so I decided to be daring, for me, and watch him. Even the way he walked was nice. He had a real presence about him, a swagger. Strong, confident, powerful and yet still friendly. And the size of his hands were enough to send any women to cloud nine. My face was burning. I could feel the blood pulsing through me, making my skin tingle but I soldiered on like nothing he did had an affect on me. I raised my chin a little and acknowledged his quest. A gentle smile invited him. "Do you mind if I join you?" he said. His voice was assertive yet soft. I was melting. Lock it up Sam. With all the courage I could muster and a deep breath I answered. "Of course." And with a tilt of my head motioned to the stool beside me. He was remarkably graceful as he slid onto the stool and pulled it toward mine. With one forearm on the bar and the other on the back of my stool, he turned to me and leaned forward invading my personal space. I continued to face the bar but his presence was intoxicating causing my body to react in spite of my attempts to maintain control of it. "So are you in the habit of buying strange men drinks in bars?" I could feel his breath on my face. Um what was it he just said? Concentrate Sam! "First time...I guess you could say I'm a virgin." I looked at him coyly. He held out his hand and introduced himself. "I'm Steve," he said smiling with his eyes. I suddenly felt very vulnerable. "I'm Sam, nice to meet you." And this time I gave a full smile. I really was glad he came over. But terrified about what to do next. "Maybe we could move to a booth. It's a little more private." He was telling not asking. He'd already gathered my drink and didn't look back as he walked, no, sauntered toward a booth in the darkest corner of the bar. Damn, nice ass. I was compelled to follow. When I got to the table he was standing behind my chair. Mm a gentleman...nice. Once he took his seat, I scooted my chair as close as I could to him. I Leaned toward him, giving him the most seductive look I knew how to make and a pleasant view of my chest. Then tentatively, I placed my hand on his leg. Breathe Sam. He sat a little straighter in his seat, his eyes locked on mine. I moved my hand as close to his crotch as a lady could go without being trashy and dared to keep looking in his eyes. My insides muddled. My body was turning a deep scarlet from the tip of my nipples to the top of my head but God help me, I wanted this man. I slowly traced my other hand down my neck, willing his eyes to follow. I continued down to the beginning of my cleavage, I could hear his breathing deepen. The attention he was giving my hand was belying his own control and I felt he could pounce on my jugular like a panther at any minute. I think I even heard him growl. His hand gripped the edge of the table as I slid mine to completely cup his bulge and squeeze it gently, pulling a groan from somewhere deep in his chest. I instantly knew what he was thinking. He leaned to me, his face inches from my ear. "What do you think your doing?" his said in a husky whisper. I didn't know what to say. I swallowed. My body on fire, my mind racing, I stayed very still. I looked at the table loosing the fight with my nerves. Tell him you want him. Apparently my throat chose this time to fail me, because I had no sound when I answered through a forced whisper, "I'm trying to seduce you." Idiot! He pulled back slightly and lifted my chin. Look at him. "Look at me" I looked up and although his eyes were intense and feral they were also compassionate. His lips were practically touching mine as he spoke and I could smell the faintness of Rum and coke on his breath. I felt disorientated and anxious, like my heart was about to jump out of my chest, yet his presence felt innocuous. Kiss him I leaned in and kissed him. His lips were warm and soft and I never wanted it to stop, but he didn't engage. Feeling like I had gone too far, I pulled back. Oh no, he didn't kiss back. When I opened my eyes and looked at him I was concerned that I was making a mistake. He was very hard to read and my heart sank. Get up and walk away. Now! He was staring at me, expressionless. He reached up and undid the clip that held my hair and watched as it cascaded down my shoulders and over my chest. I didn't move. He reached up to move it from my neck and slowly, nuzzled me. He started kissing at the sensitive spot just underneath my earlobe and painfully, deliberately made his way down the side of my neck to my collar bone. Then he made his way across to the centre of my chest. After the shock of his affection set in and the initial fire had cooled to a warm burn, I struggled to come back to reality as he kissed me. I could hardly control my breathing and I was panting when he finished. I moaned slightly as he pulled away. He whispered into my chest, "What do you want?" I could feel the bass in his voice resonate through my chest plate. "I want you." I was shocked at my own reply. But it was the truth. I wanted him, desperately, my body felt like it was being magnetically pulled towards his. Swiftly he rose to his feet, threw some cash on the table, grabbed my hand and whisked me out the door. He didn't have to talk, I was following without question and before my senses caught up with me, we were practically running down the road. We slowed down when we entered the hotel. I waited awkwardly, breathless, as he went to the counter and took care of the room. My head was spinning, my heart racing and my desire intensifying with every move he made. He nodded to the clerk, took the key off the counter, turned and looked at me pausing a moment to see if I would change my mind. Saying nothing, we were off again towards the elevator. I wondered what the people must have thought. We boarded the elevator, turned to look at the buttons and stopped. Both of us out of breath but obviously aroused. He turned to look at me and this time there was no mistaking his intentions. Desire slammed into me. Earlier, I'd watched him and thought I'd been under some spell. Seeing his swagger and lure, I'd imagined what it would be like to taste him, to feel his body against mine. Imagination was nothing compared to the reality though. Abruptly, I slid my hands up his chest to pull his head down to mine. "God I want you" I whispered, and fastened my lips on his. I didn't bother with teasing nibbles and pecks. I dove into the kiss with abandon, tasting the tang of alcohol and spice that was him. Hot and sweet his flavour infused me. His tongue dipped and circled around mine. The silky stroking was suddenly making me greedy for more. I made an impatient noise and pushed myself closer to him. The long cords of muscle in his back were sharply defined under his suit. I could feel him growing harder against me. Need sliced through me, sharp and intense. I needed his hands on me, his skin against mine. I needed his mouth on me, hot and wet. "When I first saw you, I wondered what this would be like." I murmured. My body conformed to his embrace; warm and yielding against his chest and the sensation threatened his control, making him crave more. I could read his arousal in his eyes. I felt how badly he wanted me in the tightness of his grip. He was trembling with desire as his hands explored me. I sensed his primal need to touch me everywhere at once. He wanted me, period, on the floor, against the wall anywhere as long as it was now. However we were in the hotel elevator, I struggled to remember that, as he ran his hand down my back to where my top ended and warm skin began. I definitely had no business wrapping myself in his arms after knowing him for only a few minutes, but the sound of his grunts made a mockery of my common sense. My hands stroked the fabric of his flight suit and I felt him strain against them, against the heat of my touch. Instead of stepping away and composing ourselves because we were in a public place, he slipped a hand up under my blouse, sliding his fingers over the soft swell of my breast. With his eyes closed and the noise from the hall outside the elevator only a murmur in the back ground, we could have been anywhere. Then the insistent firmness of my nipples against his palm tore a groan out of him. I gave a soft laugh of delight. His arousal was an aphrodisiac, and a frenzy of desire assaulted me. I wanted to know how he felt inside me, how his body convulsed at orgasm. I wanted to feel him hard, in my hand, in my mouth. Hastily I fumbled for his zipper. Heat raced through us. There was no room for practicality, only for the rush of sensation from our mouths and the warmth of our hands. Then there was the tug and growl of his zipper. I could tell myself to quit all I wanted to, but his hands continued to slide over my curves, finding the hem of my skirt. "This isn't smart, " he said. "We're in public." "I know it's terrible," I said running my tongue along his neck. He ran a hand up under my skirt, moving between my thighs to find me already wet. "We have to wait. We'll get caught," he managed, the slippery evidence of my arousal making his head pound. "Don't you wonder just how good it would feel like to be inside me, to have me hot and wet beneath you?" I was trying everything I could think of. "Don't worry. Press the stop button" I said breathlessly, my gasps catching as his fingers began to slide against me. "We can't do this here," he said raggedly, as my clever fingers searched him out and wrapped around him. I laughed deep in my throat. "Trust me nobody will come." I began to stroke him and he groaned, abandoning his attempts at control in the face of the delicious friction, my tantalizing touch. He lunged at me pushing me back against the opposite wall of the elevator and I swear I heard him growl as kissed me hard. In one motion he scooped me up in his arms, wrapped my legs around his waste and forced his body against mine. It took my breath away. He kissed me hard, prying open my lips and probing my mouth with is tongue. I steadied myself with my hands on his shoulders but they soon had a hold of his head. I didn't want to just kiss him, I wanted to devour him. I couldn't get enough. I could feel the bulge in his pants pushing against my heat and instinctively I began to grind. I desperately wanted him inside of me. Now! Oh God Just then the door sounded and as it opened, he slowly let me slide to the floor with his body still firmly pressed against mine; staring at my swollen lips and then my neck, as I turned to see the doors opening. With our hair tussled and my clothes out of place, we parted, visibly aroused and panting. The patrons coming onto the elevator stared with looks of concern. We waited patiently for the next floor; I desperately wanted to touch him. The faint smell of my sex in the tiny space, was like a drug with a powerful buzz I couldn't sober up from. The thought of how he had touched me, kept me high. The door opened, he took my hand and we slowly walked to the room. Walk Sam. Slow down "Apparently this room actually has a hot tub." He said as he opened the door to our room; his voice was remarkably normal, given the state we were in just moments earlier. I hadn't quite composed my self enough to talk, so I remained quiet as we walked past the huge king sized bed to the room where tub was. Wow. We stood there looking at an enormous tub in a room all by itself, our minds racing. The room was definitely inspirational. It was a delicious, dark maroon and had adjustable pot lighting in the ceiling. The sliding doors, framed with lush black velvet curtains, led to a balcony overlooking the city. There were various candles and plants strategically placed around the room, creating the illusion of being outside at midnight. It was quite a set up. I was enchanted. Steve never let go of my hand and made me follow him while he set the heat and started the tub. After testing the temperature he turned to me. "Are you sure this is what you were looking for?" he said. Within half an hour we had met, made out and were in a hotel room looking at a very sexy hot tub. It was evident that I wanted him as bad as he wanted me, but he still seemed momentarily uncertain. Were we moving to fast for the gentleman he felt he should be. Or was I being too alluring and seductive. Was this too risqué for a proper lady. God help me, I want him. I pulled my hand from his and began to unfasten my blouse while I looked him straight in the eyes. Answering him with my actions. I took care to keep his attention as I slowly went from one button to the next. He watched patiently, his eye fathomless. I opened my blouse and slowly pulled it down over my shoulders. The blood rose to my chest, covering me in crimson as I fought to maintain focus. As I undid the clasp on the front of my bra, I saw a twinkle of anticipation in his eyes and I hesitated before exposing myself. The corner of my mouth quivered as I attempted to smile. With hands pressed flat, I smoothed my bra out of the way and looked down at my tight nipples as I cupped my breasts. Enjoying the softness of my tender flesh, I regained eye contact with him and noticed the sweat beading on his forehead. "Your turn." I said with a husky whisper. He didn't hesitate. He grabbed his zipper and yanked it down. Then he roughly, and quickly, pulled his arms free. He stood there with his arms at his sides seemingly waiting for the next step. But the look in his eye was stern without question. I assumed he wanted to see what I would do next. Fly Boy Ch. 01 I love hearing the stories of how couples met. No matter how weird or mundane the story is there is always a hint of magic in it. Each story is a reminder of the magic of love. My favorite love story of all time is still the story of Rory and Amelia Pond... it is by far the most epic love story! He waited two thousand years for her. She gave him up to save him. Throughout all of time and space they found each other time and time again... the girl who waited and her centurion. However, for as much as my heart swells at that particular love story none compare to the story of how I met my one true love. His name was Pierce. He was about 5'11'' and thin and toned with unruly brown hair and eyes that changed color on an almost daily basis. Some days they were just a brilliant blue it was like looking into the sky. Other days they were dark and brooding. He had a few freckles across the bridge of his nose and a laugh that still gives me butterflies. He had the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. Four years of braces had paid off well! He had full lips for a white guy and every time he bit down on his bottom lip I melted. He had just a hint of a southern accent. He loved kids and was anxious to have his own family. He had all the qualities that I had ever wanted in a guy. He hates this word but I don't care because to me he will always be PERFECT! Yes, I know he has flaws and I'm not blind to them but I love him all the more for them but there is no one in the world who is more perfect for me than he is. I was 5'0'' and at the time more on the thicker side than I am now. When we met I had just cut off my long hair in honor of a friend of mine who had cancer so it was shorter than I had ever had it before, looking a bit like Miley Cyrus' super short haircut but mine was dyed black instead of platinum blonde. I had porcelain white skin with a scattering of freckles across my nose and shoulders and green eyes with a dark black outline around my iris. I had a cute little button nose and a very sing song voice. I was twenty five at the time and he was eighteen. The age difference was never an issue for either of us. He was far more mature than you would think given his age. I was divorced and for the first time in my life I was living for myself. In an attempt to unload if you will, I had downloaded the Whisper app to my iPhone and I used it to free myself of my secrets. It was shortly after Christmas and I saw a post on the app from a person seeking a friend. I find making friends a little difficult because I am such a nerd so the friends that I do make are usually guys and when they decide they want more the friendship usually dies. For some reason I replied to the Whisper and before I knew it I was messaging this amazing person. We had so much in common but you know how computers are... more often than not people are not who they say they are so I had my defenses up and knowing that nothing would ever transpire from our talks I opened up to him but I never expected what happened. We messaged each other daily, sharing our joys and our hurts. We opened up to each other about our dreams and our fears. There was nothing that was off limits. I'm not sure when it started to change between us but before I knew what was happening we started to share our deepest sexual fantasies with each other, then pictures, and eventually even videos. Maybe it was the fact that we lived several states apart or maybe it was just that we were strangers but we were both able to tell each other things that we hadn't been able to tell anyone else. Eventually we started to send pictures of us in our daily lives. We emailed, texted, snapchatted, and called each other so much I had to upgrade my cell phone plan because I kept going over my minutes. I wanted to see his face more than just on the occasional videos we made for each other so thanks to technology we began to FaceTime one another on a normal basis. He introduced me into his life and his family and I opened up to him about all of mine... even the fact that I was the mother of a wonderful five year old daughter. The more we got to know about each other the more we liked one another. It was the start of a beautiful friendship. Over time, even with the distance between us, we were closer to one another than we were to anyone in our day to day lives. We were the first person either of us texted when we woke up and the last person we talked to before we went to sleep. It got to the point that I couldn't imagine my life without him in it and it hit me like a ton of bricks the day that I realized I was in love with Pierce. I didn't know what to do honestly. I didn't want to tell him and risk loosing him so I kept it to myself and decided to be content just having him as a friend. I supported and encouraged him when he took his ASVAB for the Air Force and I waited anxiously to hear how MEPS went for him. He encouraged me in my pursuit of owning my own bakery and pushed me to become a better person. One night our talk became intimately serious as we both admitted that neither of us had been able to be fully satisfied since we had started talking to each other, that our need for one another was so intense that nothing was doing more than just taking the edge off. He told me he had broken it off with his girlfriend because he wanted to see where things with me might go and then he told me he had something he wanted to tell me. When he said the words I had been wanting to tell him for so long my stomach was filled with butterflies, I blushed, and I smiled so wide I'm sure that NASA could have seen it from outer space! He told me he was in love with me and that he had been for awhile. Saying those words back to him was the most freeing and wonderful thing... I had wanted him to know for so long and finally telling him how I felt about him opened up a floodgate in me. Shortly after he got back from MEPS we decided that we wanted to meet in person. We made plans to do just that. Unfortunately, life had other plans and our meeting was postponed by nearly six weeks but the day that we finally met each other face to face is a day I will never forget! A friend of mine dropped me off at the airport and I swear time has never gone by so slowly! The flight took off at long last but then I had a two hour layover in Dallas that just about made me go crazy. I was so impatient to finally meet him face to face! I was excited and nervous and I knew that things would never be the same. Fly Boy Being daring wasn't easy for me and I could feel the red in my face as I looked at him half naked in front of me. "Now take off your skirt." He commanded. Yes sir. I shivered with delight at his words and complied; I wished the room had been darker. I turned away from him and unzipped the zipper at the back of my skirt. Standing in front of the tub, I slid my thumbs into the edge of my skirt and looked back at him over my shoulder. Slowly, I pulled my skirt down, bending over as I it met my knees. giving him full view of my bum hiding the string of my thong. Figuring this was as brave as I could be at this moment, I stepped up and into the tub with my underwear still on. The heat of the water took my breath away but it took only a couple of seconds to get accustomed to the temperature once my body was completely submerged. I swam across the short expanse of the hot tub to where he stood, causing a small wave of water to slosh over the side and splash onto his bare feet. Glancing up at him, I rested my arms on the rim and propped my chin on the back of my hands. He was visibly hot and bothered; I was surprised the moisture beading on his skin, didn't sizzle. Gradually, I stood, slowly straightening to my full height, he licked his lips as his eyes drank me in. Moving from my face, he watched the rush of water shimmer down my naked body. The feminine curve of my waist ended where the water began, revealing more than enough to whet his appetitive. His eyes continued to follow the full swell of my breasts as the moon shinning in through the window, danced off my tight, hard nipples. Need throbbed in him, settling bone deep and dredging up the arousal he'd been fighting. "Your so bold, so brazen, so daring. And so damn sexy." He said, staring at me with a slightly malice look in his eyes. I wondered if I had pushed him to the limit of his control; how far was he willing to go. I watched when his fingers went to where his suit hung on his hips. I continued to watch as he eased the rest of the zipper down over his burgeoning erection. My lips parted; my eyes widening in fascinated awe. He forced himself to maintain a cavalier attitude when he was suddenly feeling excruciatingly turned on. Hastily, he shoved his suit over his hips, down his legs, and kicked it and his briefs aside. I completely lost focus. Oh my God he's beautiful. Hopping into the tub, he sat down on one of the contoured resin chaises, submersing his body up to his chest. He rested his arms along the rim of the Jacuzzi as I slid into other chair and stretched my legs so they nearly reached his lap. I sank deeper into the water and sighed in pure pleasure, as spurts of air and bubbles rose all around me. "The message jets feel great don't they?" He asked, knowing I was experiencing a full-body effect from the small, pulsating jets situated in the seat. I squirmed and laughed lightly, the sound filling the moonlit room. He must have envisioned some provocative image because he seemed in a daze. By some miracle, I was able to hold on tight to the reins of tonight's seduction. "Your right the jets feel incredible, like a hundred tiny fingers gliding over my breasts, but not nearly enough to satisfy the ache between my thighs." His breath left his lungs in a harsh exhale and the heat of arousal gripped him like a vice. Without warning I swam across the short distance separating us, keeping my upper body cloaked in the swirl of eddying water as I neared. While male instincts should have urged him to reach out and grab me, he remained motionless. It was a struggle for me to fight my shyness. The scarlet colour of my face and ears gave me away. His jaw clenched as I shamelessly straddled his lap. My knees grazed his hips and my thighs settled on top of his, searing my nerve endings with the mindless feel of my sleek, wet flesh caressing his. That wholly feminine part of me was inches away from the thick erection straining upward along his belly. It took a concentrated effort for him to keep his gaze on my face. I was flushed from the steam rising from the water. He could see that I was feverish with anticipation. The nervousness I felt being so seductive, was glowing in my eyes. He was having fun watching me step out of my comfort zone. "Comfortable Darlin?" he drawled, his wry tone contradicting the tension and hunger building steadily within him. The muscles across his shoulders and arms bunched as he struggled to keep his hands planted on the rim of the hot tub. "Very." I said smiling too sweetly. I grabbed his wrists and brought his hands to my breasts and pressed his palms against my soft, pliable flesh. My nipples instantly hardened at his touch. My heart beat wildly beneath his hand. With my responsive, breasts nestled in his palms beneath the churning water, he stared at my mouth, my lips beckoning for him to kiss. "Kiss me." I said, the tremble in my voice belying my control. My heart was pounding and my skin was on fire; I thought I was going to faint. Was it the heat, or my lust. I can't be sure. But one thing I knew; I was nearing the edge of my boundaries. My resolve weakened. He had to make the next move. I needed his guidance now. He craved me too; he swallowed hard. He was only human, a normal, hot-blooded man who could only take so much teasing before he gave in to the kind of blatant temptation I presented. He captured my mouth with his; parting my lips with his tongue; sinking deep; claiming me hungrily, ravenously. I expressed my need just as eagerly. Pushing my fingers through his hair to hold him close, I matched his desire stroke for erotic stroke, purring into this extra boost of aggression. Beneath the heated water, he kneaded my breasts in his hands and rolled my stiff nipples between his fingers. A purr of pleasure escaped from my throat. Smoothing his palms lower, he blindly traced the curve of my waist and hips; along the outside of my thighs to the crease of my knees. My skin must have felt good because his frantic need to kiss me elsewhere, everywhere over whelmed him. Breaking our kiss, he buried his face into the curve of my neck and roughly, nudged my chin up with his jaw so he could suckle my soft, sensitive flesh against his teeth. I shivered, moaned and tilted my head back to allow him better access. He licked the droplets of water from my skin in long, slow laps of his tongue and revelled in my uninhibited response to his teasing caresses. I lifted up on my knees, bringing my breasts out of the water so that he moonlight kissed my pale, wet skin. The crests of my tightly puckered nipples were at eye level and the sight sent his arousal spiking like a fever. His breathing deepened. Putting my hands on the back of his head, I tugged it back. Our gazes locked; mine dark with honest passion and a heated yearning that begged him to have his way with me. "I'm drenched all over Steve." I whispered raggedly. "Please taste me." Enticingly I arched into him and brushed a velvet-soft nipple against his lips, coaxing his surrender, tempting him. Unable to refuse something he wanted just as badly as I did, he opened his mouth wide and drew me into the damp heated depth of his mouth. I shuddered when I moaned, long and low. He suckled me greedily, tugged gently with his teeth and used his tongue to lick, soothe and excite me. I gasped. My fingers flexed against his scalp; I was full of restless pent-up sexual energy. "Steve?" I whispered. Still on my knees, shifting and rubbing my pelvis against his belly, narrowly missing the blunt tip of his erection. "I need you to touch me." While my words were vague about what pleasure zone needed his attention the most, my body spoke a desperate language he instinctively understood. He knew exactly where I ached, knew precisely what I yearned for. And it was my pleading request that made him a slave to my every whim. Releasing my breast from the wet suction of his mouth, he studied my expression. He skimmed his palms up my thighs and came to a stop when the tips of his fingers made contact with the edge of my thong. The fact that my lower body was still submersed in the gurgling, white-capped water made his touch more illicit. He guided the pad of his thumb along the wet silk covering my mound and pressed deeper. I moved in reaction. "Are you sure this is what you want?" Oh yes. Yes! My lashes fluttered closed and my breath came in small anxious pants. "yes...please...please touch me." I pleaded. Having gained my acquiescence, he deliberately forced my knees wider apart on either side of his thighs by spreading his legs, which also released an upward torrent of bubbles from the small jets in the seat of the chaise. Pulling my underwear to the side, those massage jets found a home in the crux of my thighs, tickling, teasing and heightening my need for release, but not providing enough friction to push me over the edge. I groaned and gripped his shoulders, my entire body trembling. A few firms strokes of his thumb would have done the trick, he knew, but he wasn't about to let me have my orgasm that easily. Cupping the back of my head in his free hand, he brought the shell of my ear to his mouth and shared a fantasy with me. "Imagine that every touch of those bubbles is my tongue, licking, tasting and probing right here," He murmured in a low tone, deep and raspy. He swept his thumb along the swollen folds of my sex, while working a finger inside of me, then two, stretching me to accommodate his penetration. I was tight and slick, and he groaned savagely against my neck as my inner muscles clutched at him and drew him deeper still. I rocked my hips toward him with a needful whimper, and he thrust his fingers slowly, rhythmically into me. "Can you feel me inside of you, Sam?" Yes. I can feel you. All I could manage was a whimper of sound and a nod. He replaced the slide of his thumb against my clitoris with the throbbing head of his penis and rubbed, eliciting a low growl of pleasure from his chest and a startled gasp from me. "You feel so damn good." He growled into my throat. More than anything, I wanted him to bury himself in my heat and be a part of my orgasm when I came. Bringing my mouth back to his, he kissed me while increasing the pressure and friction of his steely hard cock, penetrating a little more with each thrust until he was completely inside of me. The tremors buffeted through my body as he penetrated me over and over and over and continued to rub my clit. I tensed and clamped down as I began to climb higher and higher taking him with me on this unbelievable ride. I wrapped my arms around his neck and let myself go under his control. His hands on my ass lifting me up and down. His hips rising to meet me mid stride. "Oh God , yes, yes, yes," I knew I was going to cum and wanted him with me. Fuck! "Fuck!" was all he could manage and he held me tight as his final thrust rammed me so deep I was torn between cries of pain or ecstasy. Our bodies shattered as we climaxed. I pressed my mouth to his and stifled a sob against his lips. As our breathing slowed he held me close and we regained our breathing. "Mmmm wow." I said as I looked in his eyes again. My nervousness from before completely washed away. He smiled. "So now that we've met. I feel I should ask. How long are you stationed here?" I said it lightly hoping not to scare him off. Instantly the awareness of what we had done hit him. He was so over come with desire he forgot all about protection. With his face white as a ghost he swallowed hard and asked, "Um...about tonight..." I laughed and kissed him, "don't worry I'm on the pill. I just wanted to know how long I would have you for." Relieved he answered, "Well I have to leave tomorrow morning." "Good. Then a least a few more hours then," and he stiffened when he felt me insinuate my hand between us and curl my fingers around his shaft. It slowly came back to life.