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Just One Good Reason

By: JonB1969



Thanks to Wanda for writing to me and requesting this story.

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You know, when people think of the military, the last thing they think of, is that people actually might work in an office. But that's where I was -- in an office.

Sure, I was doing my thing for Uncle Sam, serving my country, wearing my uniform, and looking damn good in it, too, thank you very much -- but the work was just as boring as in any other office.

Oh yeah, introductions are in order. I'm Jasmine Tate, First Lieutenant, United States Air Force. I'm working for Colonel Haggerty. What do I do? The weather reports for the fighter wing. See, I told you it was boring.

Anyway, if you must know, my skin is a deep rich chocolate brown, my eyes are coffee brown, with a dreamy quality to them, and my hair, when I'm not wearing it in a very proper bun, is past my shoulders, jet black and shiny. People -- mostly men -- tell me I look like the porn star Jada Fire.

My cubicle -- yes, cubicle -- sat just outside the colonel's office. I could hear him gear up the fax machine. The distinctive chirp told me it was the secure fax. Then I heard him say, "Great. Damn machine."

That's the other thing that separates military office work from civilian office work. Sometimes the stuff you see, nobody else can see. And if you do see it, even if you are cleared to see it, you are ordered to forget you ever saw it, and to never tell a soul you ever saw it.

Trust me on this one, I've done a lot of forgetting.

But as I looked at the satellite photo on my computer -- the very best high definition monitor money could buy -- I knew there was something I could not forget.

I've built quite a career for myself, working for Uncle Sam. All my relatives never pass up a chance to toot my horn for me. Only problem is, most men are intimidated by the uniform, or when my aforementioned relatives just "happen" to mention I'm in the military. They only see the uniform, and not the body under it. Which is a pity, because I've got quite a body. Those same men that drool over my booty when they meet me, turn tail and run when they hear I'm military.

And that's just regular civilian guys.

My fellow military men carry a whole different set of problems. You think sexual harassment policies in an office are bad, wait till you read Uncle Sam's policy against fraternization. It's quite a policy. Sometimes I tear pages out of it to pad my bra, not that I really need it, though.

I heard behind me, locks being opened. Then Colonel Haggerty said, "Jasmine, can you come in here, please?"

"Yes, sir." I locked my computer first -- security, always -- and took the necessary ten steps over to the Colonel's office door, tugging my uniform blouse down. I stepped into the door way. "Yes, sir?"

"Come in, Jasmine. Close the door, please."

I did so. "What's up, sir?"

The colonel took a large manila folder stamped "Classified", and put it in a stainless steel brief case, and clicked the locks shut. "My personal secure fax, naturally, went down just now."

"You've got to me kidding me. Again, sir?"

He nodded curtly. "Yes, again. And so I need you to take these materials over to the wing office PDQ."

I nodded. "I'm assuming I need to deliver it to a specific person?"

"Right. Take this over to Colonel Thomas himself. Not his aide, not his secretary, not even God, if He asks."

"Will they let me in, Colonel?"

Haggerty grinned. "Don't worry. I've already called ahead. Get going."

"Yes, sir."

So I took a walk.

It was a lovely day. You wouldn't think it was fall, from how nice and warm the day was, the sky such a clear crystalline blue, except for a few high thin clouds. I knew from experience that this was the kind of weather the pilots liked. Sometimes I would get to do the weather briefing before a mission.

It made me a little nervous, to deliver classified material this way. But fortunately, the operations building was just a quick ten-minute walk from the Met building.

The guy at the front desk, who was only doing his job, looked me over from head to toe. "Can I help you, Lieutenant?"

I raised the case so he could see it. "Yes, I'm here to deliver this to Colonel Thomas."

He made to take the case from me. "I'll make sure he gets it."

I shook my head assertively. "I'm sorry, Sergeant, but I have to deliver this to Colonel Thomas himself. Those are my orders."

"I also have my orders. I need to see what's inside that case, ma'am."

"Sergeant, the only person who knows the combination to this case would be Colonel Thomas. And if you know him, you know he will be most displeased if I was unable to deliver this to him."

The desk sergeant spoke into his radio. A minute later another sergeant appeared and said, "Follow me, ma'am. Just got word from the Colonel's office."

I said, "Lead the way, Sergeant."

As I followed the young Sergeant further inside, into the operations room itself, and along a row of offices along the wall, I noticed a familiar face. I wanted to run over and give him a big hug. But business was first.

I slipped him a wink, instead.

It took just ten minutes for me to deliver whatever the hell it was in that case to Colonel Thomas. Now I just had to see if I could relocate my friend.

Yes, friend. Because that's all we can afford to be, really. Military life is not one that's conducive to having long term relationships.

As I walked back across the room, I saw him -- five nine, dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and built like a fucking Mack truck. Believe me, there have been several times when I have given in to my very real and insistent desire, to fuck him and let him fuck me. Let him have his way with me. 

But as I said, military life is not relationship friendly. Unless you're married -- in which case, one of the people involved has to retire -- good old Uncle Sam has no trouble whatsoever with sending the two of you to God knows where. Usually as far away from each other as possible.

Goodbye relationship.

But I went over to where Todd Meyers, MD, Captain, United States Air Force, stood, and said, "Hello, Captain. It's nice to see you again."

"Hello, Jasmine -- I mean, Lieutenant Tate. It's nice to see you again, too."

I smiled at him. That was easy to do. 

"Captain Meyers, this is a bit of a surprise. I didn't know you were going to be in this neck of the woods."

Todd sighed. "Yes, and I have some news for you."

"What's that?"

"Why don't we talk about it over dinner at my place? 1900 hours?"

"Certainly. Shall I wear my dress uniform, Captain?" That was our flirting code.

Todd said, "Nope. Just standard issue. But bring your appetite."

I winked at him again. "I sure will."

Several hours later. 1900 hours. Seven PM, for the uninitiated.

And I was looking very un-military. I wore a sparkly short sleeved black turtleneck sweater, a knee length black leather skirt, and knee high, black patent leather boots, with the highest heels I could wear -- 4 inches. My hair was down, and curled in long wavy curls.

Under my prim but sexy outfit, I wore a bra, but no panties.

God, I had such a feeling, stirring way down deep in my loins. And I didn't know what it was. I didn't know if it was my tummy growling, begging to be fed, because I was hungry, or if it was nerves, because I didn't know what his "news" was, or if it was just my hot, wet pussy, begging to be serviced, because I was damned horny.

In my purse, I had some condoms. I'd already put the birth control thingy in my pussy. Should be working by now.

Anyway, I pulled into the parking lot of Todd's apartment complex, and paused for a minute, to check my makeup. I applied just a bit more red lip gloss, then got out of my car and made my way across the parking lot, to Todd's apartment.

It's been so long since a man has asked me out. Which is why I gladly accepted Todd's invitation. But Todd wasn't just "any" man. We've known each other for years, ever since we got to know each other one afternoon in a quaint little coffee shop. Neither of us had been in the service for very long. 

It was a conference of some sort, that much I remember. It was Paris. In spring.

As they say, blame it on Paris. But I couldn't forget Todd. Or the afternoon of passion we shared in his hotel room. The very thought of it made me wet.

But, military life being what it is, we went our separate ways. Since then, we've had our moments of pleasure, taken quickly, in strange hotel rooms all over the world, taken when we've had the chance. And each time I've seen him, I've had to fight my most primal, insistent urge -- to abandon my service career and be his wife.

Believe me, I would. In a heartbeat. He just has to ask. I would love nothing more than to be Mrs. Jasmine Meyers.

Funny thing, though, my family has never met him, at least not yet. Sometimes I wonder how they would react, what they would say. I like to think they would be happy that I found a good man, no matter what the color of his skin was. But I have a feeling they won't be so happy to see me on the arm of a white man.

But I don't care about that. God, I love him so.

The time on my watch changed to 700 pm as I knocked on Todd's door.

Todd answered the door right away, dressed in a dark blue sweater and casual black pants, barefoot. God, he looked gorgeous. He smelled nice, too.

He smiled as soon as he saw me. "Hey, Jasmine. Come on in, sweetness."

I stepped inside. "Thank you, darling."

"Thanks for coming."

I dropped my purse on his end table, next to the door, turned to him and gave him a nice hug, and a kiss. "Oh no, Todd, thank you for inviting me. What's for dinner?"

Todd laughed. "Glad to see you haven't forgotten my cooking skills."

I smiled at him. "How could I forget? So, what's for dinner?"

Todd actually blushed! He said, "It's a surprise."

I raised my eyebrows. "A surprise, huh? Okay, I won't ask again."

"I promise, you'll like it."

I wiggled my eyebrows. "I'm sure I will."

"Let's have a seat on the couch for a minute. Dinner's not quite finished yet."

I sat on his couch and crossed my legs, feeling moisture when I did so. Todd's apartment was simple, but as usual reflected his fine taste in everything. A picture or two on the walls. Color coordinated furniture.

I said, "If you don't mind me asking, what's this news you couldn't tell me?"

He sighed again. "I'm leaving the service."

My first reaction was, "No! Baby, you can't! Why?"

"Lots of reasons, Jasmine. But primarily burnout. The things that once attracted me to military service are now the main reasons why I want to leave."

"It sounds like you've already made your decision."

Todd nodded. "Yeah. Like I said, I'm really burnt out on this whole thing. I'm a weary traveler who just wants a place to call home."

"I know what you mean."

"I think they've sent me everywhere they can send a doctor."

"Were they going to send you to Iraq?"

"In a way, they already have. I spent a tour over at Aviano, Italy. Some of the wounded from Iraq came through on the way to Ramstein."

"You once told me that wouldn't bother you."

Todd nodded. "Yeah. I remember. When I joined up, the prospect of patching up wounded soldiers didn't scare me too much."

"But now?"

He had a faraway look in his eyes for a second. "Jasmine, you haven't seen true patriotism, until you meet a guy with half his leg gone, who says he's going back as soon as he gets back on his feet. It chokes me up just thinking about it."

"What about your medical school debt?"

Todd said, "I've paid my debt to Uncle Sam. I'm getting out."

"What are you going to do?"

"Taking some time off. I have a job already lined up at a cosmetic surgery clinic."

"It sounds like you've given this some serious thought."

"Yes. I've already made arrangements."

"Why are you telling me all this?"

He got a little nervous. "I've, uhm, I've already bought a house." 

"You have? Wow."

"Yeah. I'm just waiting for the real estate agent to finish all the closing crap. I was kind of hoping you might join me there."

"Todd. What are you asking me?"

"I'm not asking you to leave the service."

"I appreciate that. But I would -- if you asked me to."

"But I know you like being in the military. I'd like you to leave on your terms."

I nodded. That was another reason we were so attracted to each other -- he seemed to know me and my personality so well. I certainly knew his. "As I said, give me a good reason to leave, and I would."

"Sure is a long way from Paris, isn't it?"

Softly, I said, "A long way, baby."

"I still remember that day."

I felt myself melting. Not only sexually turned on, but falling in love all over again for this officer and a gentleman. 

From out of nowhere he produced a diamond solitaire ring, gently took my left hand -- and slipped it on my ring finger! 

"What are you doing, baby?"

His eyes met mine. I saw him swallow. "I'm asking you to make a commitment to me. To us."

"You want to get married?" My voice was so soft.

Todd swallowed again. "When you're ready to leave the service, yes."

I leaned in very close. "I'd love to." I kissed him on the lips.

Todd suddenly grinned. "Cool. It's not a big house."

"Perfect for two?"

"Yeah. Perfect for two. When you have time, I'd love for you to see it."

"I'd love for you to show it to me."

"I'll call you when I get the keys."

I kissed him again. "You'd better."

Todd chuckled. "I love you, Jasmine."

"I love you, too, baby."

We had been kissing for like ten minutes. We were starting to use our tongues, and threatening to get into some really serious foreplay, when Todd suddenly pulled back, and looked at the clock on the wall. "Oh, shit, I'd better take dinner out."

I laughed. "No, you'd better not burn dinner."

He laughed, too, although his sounded nervous again. "No, not a good idea. You just sit here and wait, okay?"

"Okay, baby."

He went around the bar and lifted a lid on a pot, and made a satisfied noise. "Hah. Perfect." He grabbed two bowls and said, "Okay, sweetness. Here's the part where you sit at the table and close your eyes."

I did as he asked. I went to the dining table, sat down, and closed my eyes. "Okay. I'm ready for whatever this is."

He said, "Do you remember when you told me about that recipe you had for meatball soup?"

"Yeah. I could never get it to come out right, either."

I heard him set a bowl in front of me. "You'll have to tell me how I did."

I opened my eyes. Todd was sitting across from me, putting a plate of bread between us. "You are crazy, you know that?"

Todd smiled. "I know. Eat."

An hour later, I pushed myself away from the dinner table, and rubbed my tummy. "Oh, my god, Todd."

Todd wiggled his eyebrows. "So, was that good or what?"

"Good? That was exactly how I've been trying to get mine to come out."

"Good. I'll give you a container to take home."

"That would be very nice of you." God, I was so wet, I could hardly stand. But I did, went to my purse, and applied a new layer of lipstick and lip gloss.

Then I went over to where Todd stood. And I took his hand, and led him over to his couch. 

He said, "What are you doing?"

I said, "Thanking you for dinner."

I pushed him down on the couch, and straddled him. I ran my nails through his hair, rubbed my titties all up against him, and kissed him like I had never kissed him before in my life.

I nibbled on his ear, kissed his neck, kissed his lips, kissed him like he was the main course on the buffet.

And I was a hungry woman. Hungry for Todd.

As I kissed him, I slowly moved my hands off his head, and down to his waist, where I slipped my hands under his sweater and ran my hands all over him.

"You've been working out."

Todd cracked a grin. "A guy's got to watch his figure, you know."

I laughed out loud, and resumed kissing him. I felt his hands on my titties. I'd missed that, too.

"I love you, baby."

"I love you, too, sweetness."

I ran my nails down his torso, down to his waist, and reached for his pants. I quickly found the zipper, and tugged on it.

"Missed me?"

I slid down his front, going out of my way to brush my titties against his crotch. "What do you think?"

I loved hearing him make those noises he makes when I'm working his cock. And I worked it. I worked him over like I haven't in a long while.

In between his sexy male noises, I thought I heard him trying to say words.

Then I let his cock pop out of my mouth. I looked up at him. "What's that, baby?"

"I've missed you, too. I want to eat your pussy."

"Do you want to eat my pussy?"

"Oh, god, Jasmine, I want to eat your pussy."

"Well then, why don't we switch places?"

Todd grinned. "Sounds good to me."

I laughed out loud yet again. It was good to share laughter with him again, as well as all the other things we've shared. I stood up, so he could stand. Then I sat down. I was surprised when Todd sat next to me, and began to kiss me, just the way I kissed him. He played with my tits through my sweater! God, that turned me on even more.

Then he slowly made his way down, so he was on his knees. I willingly spread my legs for him, and hooked the heels of my boots on his coffee table.

Todd slowly pushed my skirt up. I saw his face light up.

I giggled. "What, baby?"

"Just like I thought. No panties."

I laughed louder. But the laughter was cut off in a gasp, as he bent down and began licking the folds of my chocolate pussy.

I'd missed this, too.

Oh my god, his tongue felt so damn good on my pussy! He'd certainly lost none of his skill in this important area of lovemaking. When I felt his tongue nuzzle my clit, that just sent me over the edge. I began to squeal and squirm. I arched my back off the couch, thrusting my breasts out. I grabbed his hair and pushed his face closer!

"Oh, baby, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna ... Ooooohhhhhh!!!"

And I sank back down, satisfied.

I put my hand on my chest, feeling my heart beat. "Oh god, baby."

"I get the feeling you missed that, too."

I leaned forward, took his face in my hands, and kissed him over and over. "You are damned right about that!" And I kissed him again. "Please, do it again!"

Todd granted my wish. God, I love this man!

After the second time my squeals bounced off the walls, I said, "Baby, there's only one way to thank you for two orgasms in a row."

"What's that?" Todd was wiping his face with a paper towel. That second time I came, I actually squirted. I don't squirt very often.

"I need to finish that blow job."

"Works for me."

We switched places again. Todd's cock needed little convincing to get hard again. This time I worked his cock mercilessly. No teasing this time, just nice sucking, to my own private rhythm. 

"Jasmine, I'm going to cum!"

I kept sucking. I pulled back just in time to get a big white blob of man goop right on my face. God, he came hard. That's what I'm talking about! Then it was my turn to go find a paper towel.

I returned from the kitchen, wiping my face. Todd just sat on the couch, his head back on the cushion. "Jasmine, wow."

I giggled as I sat next to him. "I know, baby. That was beautiful."

"Yes. But I was hoping you're not finished yet."

I looked at him. "Think you still got some left after all that?"

Todd grinned. "Your favorite position is on top, as I recall."

I kissed him again. "You recall correctly."

"Remember how I would undress you?"

I nodded. "Oh, how I remember."

Todd lifted up my sweater, while I reached down and played with his cock. It obediently rose to the challenge. I kissed him, as I felt his cock harden.

I said, "Wow, you did miss me, didn't you?"

Todd nodded. "You have to ask?" He lifted my arms up over my head, and smoothly slipped off my sweater. He pushed the cups of my bra down so he could suck on my titties. "I've missed these, too."


Just One Good Reason -- Paris



For the reader known only as mrskelly. Hope you like this.

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I was beginning to appreciate the differences between a civilian office and a military office. Yes I was in a cubicle, which looked like all the other cubicles in the room. But there was one difference.

The downtown area of Cambridge, England was right outside the window.

Hi, I'm Jasmine Tate. I've been in the service for just about eight months now. I worked in a large office of several weather people, since we did the weather updates for all sorts of applications.

But as I was staring at a satellite image of a cold front over the States, thinking how my Aunt Georgia was going to be miserable, my phone rang. "Jasmine Tate."

A male voice filtered through, the voice of my boss, Colonel Jackson. "Jasmine. Can you please come to my office? It won't take but a minute."

"Yes, sir. On my way." I hung up, locked my computer, and tugged my uniform blouse down a bit. God, I swear, no matter how frumpy they make these uniforms, the twins never passed up a chance to be seen. My breasts weren't, like, huge, but they were nice and round and full on my slender figure, and did not like to be covered up. I made sure that I looked presentable, and went to Colonel Jackson's office.

I knocked on his door. "You wanted to see me, sir?"

He looked up and smiled. "Yes, Jasmine. Come in please. Have a seat."

I did so. "What's up, sir?"

He slid something across his desk to me. "This is what's up. Don't have too much fun in Paris."

I had to hold tightly on to the arms of my chair. "Excuse me, sir, did you say Paris? As in, the Paris?"

Colonel Jackson smiled and nodded. "Yes, Paris. It's a meteorology conference."

"Oh, I see."

The colonel's smile widened. "The association couldn't seem to find a city willing to host the conference this year, so they had to 'settle' for Paris."

All I could say was, "Uh-huh."

"So, Jasmine, here is your itinerary. You fly over to Paris tomorrow afternoon. The conference will last two days. You'll fly back Sunday afternoon. After you get back, I will expect a report from you on what you were able to learn there."

I nodded once. "Yes, sir."

Colonel Jackson cracked a genuine grin. "Better get packing."

I smiled, too. "Yes, sir."

God, I never thought I would find my own subject matter so boring!

I mean, I have a degree in this stuff, it's not just a hobby or a passing fancy, it's my life we're talking about. But, god, the people who are hosting these lectures, their presentations are making me so drowsy, I've nearly fallen asleep in my seat! 

I've done stuff I haven't done since high school -- doodled, stared out the closest window -- anything to keep myself awake, while some of the most boring people droned on and on. But at least I've been able to catch up on some the latest trends in weather. Some of them actually made sense with what myself and my fellow workers were seeing.

Fortunately all the lectures and seminars were only scheduled from 9 in the morning until 3 in the afternoon. Which left me time to see the sights.

And what a view I had from my hotel window -- I could see the Eiffel Tower!

But I had a less demanding sightseeing schedule for today. All I wanted, this afternoon at least, was to go down to that quaint little restaurant down the street, and see if I could order something in French. 

But that was after I went to the ladies' shoe store that was beside it, advertising women's pumps and boots, hand made, of the finest grade Italian leather. Yeah, I know, high heels are supposed to hurt my feet. But I feel so damn sexy in a good high pair of heels! It would mean taking a little more time to clear Customs on the way back, but it would be worth it to wear a brand new pair of heels to work next week.

So by the time I made it to the restaurant, it was with a big plastic bag full of new shoes -- a pair of boots, a two pairs of open toed pumps, and a pair of the daintiest sandals, all made of beautiful black or white patent leather, and all with a sexy stiletto heel. I couldn't wait to get back to my room and try them all on.

It was almost sunset. But it was also spring. So it was still warm. Even loaded down with the new shoes, I felt reborn, instead of tired.

I was having a hard time with the bag, trying to get in the door. Sure enough, all the boxes fell out of the bag, on to the floor.

I felt everyone's eyes on me. Blushing, feeling like an idiot, I tried to get them back in the right boxes.

A friendly voice said, "Looks like you need some help."

I looked up. The owner of that friendly American voice was a gorgeous white man! And oh, how he wore that blue uniform!

Have you ever fell in love at first sight? I mean, looked at someone, and somehow knew that this person was the only person in all the world you wanted?

This man was that person. He was five-nine, with dark brown straight hair, cut militarily short, and had the most adorable dark brown eyes. His face was friendly, but appeared as if it was chiseled out of stone. I had to keep myself from running my fingers over his face!

Anyway, this man helped me. We had all the runaway shoes and boots back in their proper boxes lickety split. Finally I stood up straight. Since I was wearing flat shoes, he towered at least 3 or 4 inches over me. I longed to be wearing heels just then.

All I could say was, "Thank you."

He smiled. Oh my god, he's so cute!

"Looks like someone had fun at the shoe store today."

I blushed and laughed. "It's my first time in Paris."

He laughed too. "I have to say, I like your taste in shoes. If you're going to wear heels, you might as well wear stiletto heels."

Oh, my god! I said, "Absolutely! I hate those shoes with those big clunky ass heels, they look so un-lady-like."

This gorgeous man seemed to remember where he was. "Hey, you know what? I was just waiting for my table. What say we make it a table for two?"

"I would say that would be very nice." I reached out my free hand. "By the way, I'm Jasmine. Jasmine Tate."

He took my hand in a firm but gentle grip. "Todd Meyers, MD."

"Nice to meet you."

Ten minutes later, we were sitting out on the big square patio upstairs, talking like we had known each other for years, instead of just a few minutes. By this time, the sun had fully set, and the only light on the patio was little strings of lights, strung around the railings. Over cups of rich coffee, then mouth watering entrees, and finally decadent desserts, we got to know each other better.

I said, "If you don't mind me asking, what sort of MD are you?"

Todd chuckled. "Well, I decided to specialize in cosmetic surgery. But while I'm working for Uncle Sam, I'm just doing general medicine so far."

"Where did you go to school at?"

"Stanford."

My eyes widened. "Really? Impressive."

Todd inclined his head slightly. "Thank you. But I never would have gone to medical school if the Air Force hadn't come along. They paid for everything. I was very fortunate."

I said, "And the price is a three year stay in the Air Force?"

"Yeah. But it's worth it. This way I don't have to worry about any loans."

I told him that I also had a degree, in Meteorology, but that my stint in the service was self-imposed. And I was loving it.

I asked him, "So how do you like the service? Is it something you might be looking forward to past your 3 years?"

He shrugged. "Maybe. I'm not sure yet. Got to admit, though, that it's been quite an adventure so far."

I said, "Wrong branch."

Todd laughed. "Oops, you're right, that's Navy. My bad."

I giggled. It was so easy to relax and be myself around this man. I felt like there was nothing I couldn't tell him. "So, what brings you to Paris? I'm assuming it's something military related."

Todd cracked a grin. "Well, sort of. I'm here mainly because General Hammond personally asked for me. Seems he's developing a terrible case of gas."

I leaned forward, hand under my chin, face rapt. "And what was the non military part of your stay?"

"My mother, when I told her I would be in Paris, absolutely demanded that I get her a souvenir of some kind. I still don't know what I'm getting for her."

I laughed and made a soft noise. "That's sweet of you. I'm sure she'll love whatever you send her."

"Thanks. What about you?"

"Oh, I'm here for this Conference on Weather Over the European Region for the Next Decade."

Todd rolled his eyes. "Sounds utterly fascinating."

I giggled. "Yeah. Utterly." Then I looked at my watch. "Speaking of which, it's been a lovely evening. But if I plan on taking in more of the conference tomorrow, I must be getting back to my hotel."

"I understand. Do you mind if I walk you back?"

"I don't mind at all."

"Which hotel you staying in?"

I told him the name of it.

"Oh, I'm staying in that one, also."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I wonder why they have so many service members staying there?"

I smiled at him as we stood. "I wouldn't know, not exactly. Possibly because it's one of those chain hotels, the touch of home thing."

"I'm sure that must be it." Todd left a tip for the waitress. Then we left. He was a perfect gentleman, helping me carry the boxes of shoes. Finally we got into the lobby of the hotel. Todd turned to me and said, "Well, it's been nice meeting you, Jasmine Tate."

I smiled and blushed. "Yes, it was nice meeting you, too, Todd Meyers."

"Do you still need my help with the shoes?"

"No, thank you, I think I can manage. But thanks for the offer."

Todd grinned. "It's too bad I'm going to miss the show."

I frowned. "Show?"

He gestured to the bag. "I don't know much about women, but I do know that the second you get to your room, those shoes will come out of their boxes."

I laughed, and blushed deeper. "You seem to know me pretty well, at least."

Todd shrugged. "I know you didn't buy them shoes to look at them."

"Well, Todd Meyers, since you've been so nice, helped me with my shoes, the least I can do is let you see how they look. Would you like to come to my room?"

Todd said, "I would like that."

Ten minutes later, we were up in my hotel room. Todd disappeared into his room, and knocked on my door a few minutes later, dressed like an American tourist would, in a blue hooded sweat shirt and khaki cargo pants, socks but no shoes.

I opened the door and let him in, and gave him a nice hug.

Somewhat surprised, he said, "I'd thought you'd be out of that uniform by now."

I laughed. "I've been wearing it all day. Sometimes I forget to change out of it."

"The sure sign of a lifer."

"Well, I don't know about that."

Todd nodded. "Yeah, you have the look of a lifer."

"People can always change their minds."

"True," he nodded.

"Right now, I love the service. But give me just one good reason to leave, and I am gone."

"Just like that?"

"Yeah. One good reason. Just like that."

Todd smiled. "At least now I've done my job for Uncle Sam. Now I have 24 hours to have some fun with."

I looked into his eyes. "Speaking of which. I believe I was going to show you my new shoes."

"Right."

"Which ones do you want to see first? The shoes or the boots?"

Todd said, "The boots first."

I smiled. "Oh, a boot lover, are you?"

Todd nodded. "Yeah. I like boots."

"That's okay, sweetheart. I love a good pair of boots, too."

Todd said, "What do you like about them?"

I reached inside the bag, and brought out the long box. "Well, I just love boots just as they are. But especially with a stiletto heel, it makes me feel very lady-like."

I kicked off my shoes, then reached for one of the boots.

Todd said, "Can I help?"

I smiled. "Sure. Zip them up, baby."

Todd got on his knees before me, and helped me put my foot snugly in the heel of each boot, then zipped them up for me. I could already see that this would be one of my favorite pairs of boots. The leather was stretchy, so it wrapped snugly around my leg. This pair of boots started just below my knee, followed the swell of my calves, to the narrow taper of my ankles, and elegantly followed one smooth line to my foot. Plus they had a slender pointed 4-inch high stiletto heel.

Then I stood up. 

It was perfect. My hips were canted back, my booty was sticking out, my legs looked ten feet long, and most of all, I no longer had to look up at Todd.

I whispered, "This is the reason why I like high heels."

Todd chuckled. He bent his face down. I felt him pull me closer. His eyes were driving me crazy, his lips looked delectable. I closed my eyes, pursed my lips, and tilted my head.

Our lips touched.

I trembled, from the bun on top of my head, to the very tips of my toes! I let him kiss me. We kissed softly, passionately, just lips, though, no tongue yet. I appreciated that restraint.

Softly, we pulled back. I was turning into a puddle of hot chocolate. And I wanted Todd to eat me up.

"Jasmine, are you okay? You're trembling."

I smiled, at his concern, and that he even noticed. "Yes, baby. I'm fine. Just, when you kissed me, it did something to me."

"Which is ...?"

I licked my lips. I whispered, "Made me want more."

Todd coughed. "Let me step back and see you in these boots."

I smiled. "Okay."

Todd sat on the bed, while I struck a few poses, walked back and forth a few times on the bare hardwood floor, and listened to that singularly sexy sound that only a stiletto heel can make. 

I said, "I like these boots already. What do you think, baby?"

Todd said, "I think I'm in love."

I laughed out loud. But at the same time, I was getting hot. I extended one leg and put the heel of my boot between his legs. Todd looked at it, up and down. I said, "Go ahead and touch it, baby. I won't mind."

He reached out his hand, and touched the leather around my ankle first. Then he reached with his other hand and began unabashedly running his hands over my boot.

Todd looked up at me, blushing. "I hope you won't think less of me."

"Not at all, baby. Not at all. I know they're sexy. Why do you think I wear them?"

"Glad to know we're on the same fetish wavelength."

I laughed again. "Yes. It's good to know, isn't it?"

Todd glanced at his watch. "Too bad it's getting late."

I took my leg away and resumed walking back and forth. "Why do you say that?"

"Well, I don't want to keep you up too much later. But at the same time, I was hoping to see another pair of those shoes."

I turned on the ball of my foot, to look at him. I said softly, "Maybe we can arrange that, baby."

Todd coughed. "How about dinner tomorrow afternoon?"

"Oh, at that little café again?"

Todd smiled. "Of course."

"And I'll slip into something more comfortable, so I can wear those darling little open toed sandals I bought."

"Sounds perfect."

I sat down and began to unzip my boots. "Then I guess I'll see you tomorrow afternoon, then?"

Todd looked at me. "I'll see you tomorrow afternoon."

I said, "I guess you'd better be going."

"Yeah."

"You aren't going anywhere."

Todd chuckled. "You don't sound like you want me to leave."

My soft voice caressed the words. "I don't want you to leave."

"Isn't it past your bed time?"

I chuckled this time. "Todd Meyers, MD, are you any good at massage?"

"I've had some practice."

"Well, why don't you practice on me? It's been a long day."

"Why don't we get you out of this jacket?"

I just said, "Okay."

I moved over closer to him, he slipped off my jacket, and soon his wonderful hands were massaging my shoulders, making all that nasty tension go away. I hadn't realized how much tension I had been carrying, until he made it go away.

I moaned out the words, "Oh, baby."

"I'm not pressing too hard, am I?"

"Absolutely not."

Todd chuckled. Then his hands began massaging my neck. When his hands let free my hair from its restraint, I shook my head, letting the glossy jet black strands spill down. 

I softly said, "Why don't you help me out of this blouse?"

Todd gulped. "Sure."

I quickly began undoing the buttons on my uniform blouse. Then Todd smoothly drew it off my shoulders and down my arms. My nipples were immediately hard, as Todd ran his hands all over my bare arms.

He said, "You have the most beautiful skin I've ever seen."

I smiled. "Why, Doctor, you're making me blush."

"It's true. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

My blush deepened. "Well, darling, you're the most handsome man that I've ever seen."

I turned my head to kiss him, and he obliged by leaning forward. Our kisses stayed soft and luxurious. But this time, I opened my mouth, and gently put my tongue into his mouth, just far enough to find his tongue, and play with it.

I heard Todd moan.

I lightly worked his tongue with my own, as we kept kissing.

And then, as we kissed, I felt something else. I felt Todd take his hands off my arms, slip them around my waist -- and cup my tits!

Now it was time for me to moan. I paused in my kissing. "Do you like my big, firm chocolate tits, baby?"

"Love them. Wouldn't change them."

"Glad to hear that."

Then his hand slipped down my smooth tummy. Instinctively, I spread my legs and pushed my skirt up. He ran his hand along my inner thigh, making my pussy tingle. "I also like this."

I giggled through my rising sexual heat. We kissed a while longer. I let out the barest hint of a sigh when I felt his hands on my panties.

I moaned. "Baby?"

"Yes, Jasmine?"

"I don't suppose you have either condoms or lube?"

He said, "I understand about the condoms. But why lube?"

I simply said, "My pussy is very tight."

"No, I'm sorry, I don't."

I patted his cheek. "Don't be, darling. I'm just as unprepared as you are. And that's not the worst part."

"What's the worst part?"

I turned around to fully face him. I took his face in my hands. I whispered, "The worst part is, I really want you. And I feel like I'm falling in love with you."

He said, "There's always oral sex. Just for tonight?"

I nodded. "Just for tonight, baby."

I stood up, barefoot, and turned around. I felt Todd's skillful hands unzip my skirt, and pull it down over my booty. I turned back around, and let it fall down around my ankles. I held his hands as I stepped out of it.

Then I leaned forward, held his chin, and kissed him. "If you don't mind me asking, have you ever been with a woman of color before, Todd Meyers?"

Todd shook his head. "Nope."

I grinned. "Well then, my darling, you are in for the treat of your life."

"How's that?"

"You've never truly had your cock sucked, until it's been sucked by a black woman. You've never tasted pussy sweeter than a black woman's pussy."

Todd gulped. "Let's get busy."

I got down on my knees, and unzipped his trousers. I slowly took out his cock and marveled at it. Just as he had never been with a black woman, I had never been with a white man, either. So curiosity ran both ways.

I wetted the pink head of his cock with my tongue, and then wrapped my lips around it and started sucking. While I sucked him, I scratched his balls with my nails, while I jacked him off.

Todd groaned. "Oh god, Jasmine."

His cock matched his words. I felt it grow in my mouth. Since we weren't going to fuck tonight, I decided I would blow his mind, along with his cock. I wasn't out to tease him or set up any expectations, false or otherwise.

I wanted to show him what I could do. Leave no doubts in his mind as to who could suck his cock the best.

And his cock was the perfect size -- seven inches. I worked his cock like a skanky ass street ho working for her rent money.

I loved hearing him make his sexy male noises while I worked him over.

I didn't take very long before I could hear Todd trying to say something. I eased off a little, and stopped for a second, still stroking his white cock. "What was that, baby?"




Just One Good Reason -- Paris



"I said, I'm going to come, Jasmine."

I grinned up at him. "And I stopped sucking your cock. My bad!" I took it back in my mouth and sucked him like he was an oasis and I was dying of thirst.

Todd groaned loudly. His cock jerked in my mouth. I felt his hot white man goop fill my mouth. I pulled back just in time to get a blast of come on my face and my tits.

I put his cock back in my mouth and kept sucking, until his cock stopped jerking, and finally went limp.

I smiled up at him and grinned. "Mmmm, that's my baby." I flicked my tongue over the head of his cock, getting some come I might have missed. "Boy, you sure came a lot. How long has it been, baby?"

Todd looked at the ceiling and blew air through pursed lips. "Holy crap, Jasmine."

"I done told you, baby, ain't nobody ever sucked your cock like a black woman."

"I think I blacked out there for a second. Damn."

"Been a while?"

"Yeah. A long while. But I don't think the previous blow jobs I've had can compare to the one I just got."

"Once you go black, you never go back, baby."

Todd grinned. "I've heard that saying before. I just never believed it."

"Until now, that is?"

"Until now."

"You ready for some juicy dark chocolate pussy, baby?"

Todd stood up, took my face in his hands, and kissed my lips, so softly, I felt my wet pussy become even wetter. It was a pity we wouldn't be fucking tonight. I could only hope he was as skilled at eating pussy as I was at sucking his cock.

And then he laid me down on the bed, and kissed all along my legs, from my feet to my hips. I could feel his warm soft lips touch the tender flesh on my legs.

His soft hands traveled down my legs, rested for a moment on my booty cheeks, and then his thumbs slid under the elastic waistband of my panties! He tugged them up my legs, and finally past my feet.

I spread my legs without a word.

Todd looked down, and his face lit up. "Wow, no hair. Nice."

I giggled. "Of course, baby. I like a nice smooth kitty -- Ohhhhh!"

My words were cut off in a gasp, because Todd had parked himself down in between my legs, and went to town on my pussy. I gasped and moaned and writhed and cooed his name while he worked my pussy with his talented tongue.

I cooed sweetly, "So ... how do you ... like ... chocolate ... pusssyyyyy!!"

"I ... like it ... a lot!"

"Don't ... talk ... with ... your .... mouth ... full!!"

I don't know how long he stayed down there. All I know is that this man gave me three orgasms in a row, intense orgasms. After the third orgasm finally faded away, I said, "Baby?"

"Yes, Jasmine?"

"Baby, I am so in love with you. And we haven't even had actual intercourse yet."

He moved forward, on top of me, and we kissed like we had been together for years. "You're right about one thing."

"What's that, baby?"

"Yours is the sweetest pussy I have ever tasted in my life."

I laughed. "Does that make me your sweetness?"

"Yes. Sweetness."

"Oh, baby. I love you."

"I love you, too, Jasmine. Sweetness."

I giggled. "I have a feeling when we do have actual sex, they'd better pad the walls, to drown out the noises I'll be making."

Todd chuckled. "My pass runs through tomorrow. Don't you still have one more day of your conference?"

I smiled up at him and nodded. "Mm-hm. One more day. And then I leave the day after tomorrow."

"What say we meet for dinner tomorrow night?"

"At the little café?"

"At the little café."

"Oh, can I wear another pair of new heels for you?"

"I was hoping you would."

I kissed him happily. "Of course I will, baby."

The next day, by the time I left the last seminar, I was as wet as if I had been touching myself all day.

But I hadn't laid so much as a finger tip on my clit all day. Even though, when the lights were off, and there was a slide show or other presentation to watch, the temptation to hike up my skirt, think about Todd, and touch myself, was very strong.

However, I managed to keep my mind on my work. The result of that, was, by the time I got back to my hotel room to change, I was ready for action.

I slept like a baby last night. I hadn't gotten any good loving in a long time, not from any color of a man. Todd Meyers had turned this sister girl out.

I quickly stripped off my uniform, and took a long hot shower. I put on my makeup, and this time left my hair down, and curled it. Then I put on a slinky black pencil skirt, with a black satin camisole -- and the black patent leather open toed pumps I bought yesterday, with the five inch heels.

Finally, I applied a good coating of red lip gloss, and went to the lobby to wait. I didn't wait very long. Todd came out of the elevators, looking scrumptious in a dark grey blazer, white shirt, and black pants, with big white sneakers.

I stood up and smiled at him. "Well, hello Doctor."

He smiled back. "Hi, Jasmine."

"Do you like my outfit?"

"I love your outfit."

I daintily canted one leg back. "What about my heels?"

"The heels are perfect."

I blushed. "Thank you."

"Come on. We've got reservations."

Thirty minutes later, we were talking and laughing over spaghetti and meatballs, and an excellent red wine.

I said, "I almost forgot to ask, did you get that souvenir for your mom?"

"Oh, yeah. Matter of fact, I already sent it to her."

"What did you get her?"

"A set of wind chimes. She loves wind chimes."

"That's so sweet of you. I'm sure she'll love them."

"Thanks."

"If you don't mind me asking, where's your regular post?"

"Well, actually, I'm in between assignments right now. I'm still waiting for my orders. So they gave me a 24 hour pass to Paris."

"That was nice."

"What about you? What's your station right now?"

"Cambridge, England. Support squadron. We do the weather for the entire European region."

Todd nodded. "Impressive. I have no idea where they're going to send me next. So I'm kind of just chilling for a while."

"You want to know what I was able to do today?"

"You mean besides sit through those incredibly exciting lectures?"

I couldn't contain my giggles. "Yes. Besides that."

"So, what else did you accomplish today?"

"Do the words 'condoms and lube' give you any ideas?"

Todd blushed. "Well, I guess I won't bother ordering dessert."

I laughed. Then I leaned forward, and whispered, "You can have all the chocolate pudding you want, baby."

Another half an hour later, Todd and I were back up in my room.

It took us just ten minutes of hot, passionate kissing to arrive at this point. Me, breathing heavy, hair everywhere, top askew, skirt pushed up. Todd, his jacket off, his shirt unbuttoned, his fly unzipped, his cock pointed at the ceiling, a ring of red lip gloss around it.

I slowly unrolled a condom on his cock. And then I squirted a blob of lube on the head of his cock.

I straddled him, holding his cock. I looked in his eyes. "Now baby, you have to promise to be gentle."

Todd nodded. "Of course. Are you a virgin?"

"No. But I might as well be. I haven't had very many lovers."

"We have all night long, sweetness."

I smiled and kissed him. He held my waist, while I sank down, just enough to feel the head of his dick against my pussy. I rubbed the head against my pussy, until I felt it start to part my pussy lips.

Then I sank down some more, just enough to get him inside my pussy. 

I hissed out, "Shit!"

"Damn, you weren't kidding!"

I grinned at him through the pain. "Tight enough for you, baby?"

"Just let me know if I'm hurting you."

"Let's stop talking and start fucking!" I leaned forward slightly, placed my hands on his chest, and began to move my hips up and down. "So ... how ... do you like ... this chocolate ... pussy?"

"I love it!'

"After ... tonight ... you won't ... look ... at white women!"

"You ... said it!"

"You ready ... for more?"

"Are you ready?"

"You ... have ... to promise ... to be ... gentle!" I lifted myself straight up, and then sank further down. There was nothing to be done, except let gravity do the work.

Todd groaned as I sank down.

Tears flowed down my face. The pain was exquisite. But so was the pleasure.

The bedsprings started to squeak, as we really started some serious fucking. I couldn't help but look down, and see the beautiful contrast between my chocolate and his vanilla. I watched his cock inside my pussy, the pussy lips stretched around his girth.

My orgasm was intense. "Ooohhhh, baaaabyyyyyy!!!"

In the morning, we made love again. This time there was no pain, only pleasure. 

I still had some lube left. But the pack of condoms was nearly gone.

We showered together, and he cleaned me up, and helped me dress in my uniform. Finally, all that was left, was to say our goodbyes.

But somehow, I knew that this wasn't the last time I would be seeing Todd Meyers, MD.

As I stood, watching the cabbie load my luggage in the trunk, I turned to Todd and said, "Somehow, 'I'll see you again soon' just doesn't cut it."

Todd nodded. "Yeah. I know what you mean. I don't want to let you go. But I know that I have to."

I reminded him, "You have my contact info. At least email me what your orders are, when you finally get them."

Todd said, "I love you, Jasmine Tate."

I smiled up at him. "And I love you, Todd Meyers."

"But we have to keep it just between us."

I nodded. "Yes. Just between us. For the time being."

"For the time being?"

Before I got into the cab, I touched his face. "Just remember what I said. All it takes, is one good reason." 



Just One Good Reason



I laughed, as I stroked his face. "I'll bet you have."

"Here, stand up for me."

I did so for him. He caressed my legs, hips and booty through my leather skirt, making me even more wet than I already was. Finally he reached around, undid the catch and unzipped the zipper. My skirt fell down around my legs, and I stepped out of it.

I went to unzip my boots, but Todd stopped me. "You like my boots?"

"I love your boots. Keep them on."

I winked at him. "Okay."

I reached inside my purse for a condom. Then I straddled him again. I stared into his eyes and kissed him. "You gotta promise to be gentle, baby."

"I promise."

"Seriously. I haven't had any other lovers since we've met. And it's been a long time since we made love."

Todd nodded, seriously. "I think I still have some lube."

I watched him go into the bathroom, root around, and come back out with a bottle of lube. I relaxed. It was of course water based.

I kissed him. "You still think of me, don't you?"

Todd smiled. "Always."

I blushed. "Oh, baby."

I kissed Todd again, soft luxurious kisses. Then I slipped off his sweater, and admired him for a minute, then I took off his trousers.

He sat back down on the couch.

I unrolled the condom on his cock. Then I took the bottle of lube and squirted some on the head of his cock.

I lowered myself down, just far enough to feel the tip of his cock against my pussy lips. I gently held it, rubbed it back and forth.

And then, it passed inside.

Todd held my waist, as I very slowly lowered myself down, just enough so that some of his cock went inside my pussy. That was all I was able to take.

I made a hissing noise through clenched teeth. "Oh, shit, baby!"

"Wow, Jasmine, you are tight."

I grinned at him through my sexual heat. "Regular exercise."

Todd held my waist tighter. "We can take as long as you need."

I touched his cheek tenderly and kissed him. "You're so sweet."

I moved up and down a little, just using the quarter or so of him that was inside me. It was getting easier.

"You ready for more?"

"Oh, shit, yes, baby. But please be gentle."

Todd held my waist tighter. "Ready?"

I smiled nervously. "I think so. Be gentle!"

Todd patted my booty. "You know I will."

I dug my nails in his shoulders, as I slowly lowered myself all the way down on his cock. "Shhhhhiittt!"

"You okay, Jasmine?"

I growled out the words. "Fuuuuckkkk!"

I stayed like that for a minute, getting used to him inside me. It had been a long time since I'd had anything like a cock inside me. It was like being a virgin again.

"Let's stop talking and start fucking, shall we?"

And I began moving my hips. I didn't know how Todd did it. He turned this Professional Black Female into a FREAK.

It seemed like we had been fucking for hours, when I felt another orgasm sneaking up on me. I really dug my nails hard in Todd's shoulders.

I still moved my hips. "Have you come yet, sweetheart?"

He shook his head, a jerky movement. "Not yet."

I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Let's see what I can do about that."

The pain I'd first experienced had faded. Now there was just the pleasure. I had forgotten how beautiful it was to make love to Todd. And now I moved my hips faster, as fast as I could. I felt Todd match my dips with his thrusts.

"Don't wait for me, baby. Come for me!"

I felt Todd's grip on my waist tighten. His face contorted, and finally he let out a loud groan.

I ran my nails tenderly through his hair. "Mmmm, yes, that's my baby."

"God, I've missed you so much, Jasmine."

I kissed him. "I'm glad Colonel Haggerty's fax went down."

"Why's that?"

"Because, Todd, if his secure fax worked right, I wouldn't have had to go down to the operations building. I never would have known you were even in town."

Todd kissed me again. "The wonders of technology."

I laughed. "Yes. Will wonders never cease."

"I hope you still want to see my house."

I kissed him. "I want to see it. I want to get to know every nook and cranny."

Todd grinned. "Cool."

I giggled again. "I love you, baby."

"Love you, too, sweetness."