Disclaimer: blah blah you know the drill. Shits been changed to protect the identity of those involved. Names. Dates. That’s about it.
Step into the light that is Sgt. S. A god like the rest but… He’s become my recent… Obsession. Now to give you a little background… I’m a military brat. Grew up with the uniform. So when I meet new potentials… And they turn out to be military, “you need drink? Oh hold on while I get undressed” they are my panty droppers. My kryptonite. (sorry for spelling. No time for spell check in this bitch).
Now let me clarify something. I am not a tag chaser. I am not a barracks bunny. My respect and loyalty and honor for the military men and women goes straight to my soul. So why not give back to them. I don’t have much to offer. But I do have one thing all men think about. Tits. An ass. And very workable mouth and vagina. Oh and don’t give me that shit of oh I’m a whore. Blah fucking blah. If I wasn’t a sex addict, you be fucking reading about bunnies or some shit.
Now. Sgt. S. is… 34. All of 5’8. But built like John Cena. Got the mental picture? Good. Add the high and tight (hair cut), the ACUs (uniform, cami style) and the military jargon… He’s a walking orgasm. In my book at least. Now… I’ve been sleeping with him for almost a year. I’ve come to care a hell of a lot about this guy. There will be multiple posts about him. He’s my favorite… Well.. Tied with Murph actually but still.
We met through a mutual friend on a hook up site. Old school me, we chat on yahoo messenger. We go through the basics. Duh! I learned my lesson with that Craigslist bullshit. I’ve seen pics but pretty much at that point forgot what he looked like. I’ll be the first to admit, not all military personnel are sexy or even remotely cute for that matter. So I get a little worried. It takes for ever to get a new pic from him..and then it comes through. Nothing on but his desert hat covering his junk. Yep. Excuse me while I go masturbate to this pic!!!! Ok now I’m really interested. But timing always seemed to be in the way of a first actual meeting.
But wait, what is this? We both have a free night. Hells bells yay! But where to meet? I’m married. Husband is home at night. Fuck my life. Ooh let’s meet in public. And decide from there. I just wanted to be in his presence. Make sure he lived up to the pic. The thought crossed my mind that the pic was photoshopped.
Time: 10pm.
Place: Target parking lot across from his base.
Suitable attire?… Um.. Wear your fucking camis hello! Duh.
You see. I’m a smoker. Classic whore image. Hahaha. So on my drive, I pretty much kill half a pack just out of nerves. Annnnnnd I’m early. Great. Looking for a black truck. … I’m fucking surrounded by black trucks and it’s dark out. Fucking serious? Ok ok. Chill. I give my self a mini pep talk. I gots dis! Adjust the girls. Finger comb hair. Shit. Check mirror for anything in teeth!!! Even though I brushed a good five times before leaving the house. Quick discreet deodorant check. I’m good. Smokin hot in fact. Silent win for Vik.
He pulls up and parks beside my car. His windows are tinted so.. Getting a good first look isn’t possible. Great. Now I don’t know if I need to use my emergency get out excuse. When he steps out and walks around the truck.. My jaw hits the ground. Apparently he is good at taking orders. Out comes this sex symbol of a man decked to the nines in his ACUs, boots, hat, and a cocky little smile on his lips. And… My brain immediately shuts off. Fucker just went straight up dead. Mental note. Pinch self to ensure not a dream. Nope. Not a dream.
Introductions are made. When I get nervous, I tend to have severe diarrhea of the mouth. So just about everything comes out of my mouth. Whole life history. Oh god it won’t stop! He doesn’t need to know this shit. It’s sex. Not a damn date. I’m obviously not paying attention at this point and next thing I know he kisses me. Tells me to relax. And let’s start with hi.
Open mouth and nothing comes out. Bitch you were working not but 3 seconds ago. Not you ain’t got shit ta say.
“I’m definitely interested, are you?”
Oh dear mother of baby Jesus yes I am. Do I need to pull my pants down now? Here let me just bend over for you. Drool drool drool drool drool drool. All from my vagina. We hop into his truck. Where we are going… Hell if I know. He takes me to the base across the street. Why. I’m not a barracks bunny. Y’all bitches share rooms. Damn it. He instructs me to be quiet. Sir yes Sir, haha that always pisses them off.
We get through the gate, no problem. Although I wasn’t comfortable handing over my ID. We pull up in front of a building and he gets out to open my door. I’m curious but I haven’t been allowed to talk yet. Bastard. He goes all fake stealth mode. How cute is he! We get inside and he’s telling me to stay close. Um. My fucking pleasure. Round a few corners. And enter into what looks like a gym. Work out equipment. Mats. Public restrooms. I can dig it. So we’re getting a work out…. Well… Bruised self esteem for a min. He takes me by the hand and slowly caresses me. Running his hands through my hair, down my arms, over my ass. Goose bumps! Kissing. Oh Lawd the kissing. More. Please! Pretty please! I need to see the rest of him. ACUs are a bitch to get off. Buttons, Velcro, straps, and zippers…. Oh my. He is perfection. A small tattoo. A few scars. But rugged, chiseled, toned, and ahhhhh.
I work my way lower. Kissing his neck, down to his chest. Little tongue flicks across his nipples. Just as he pinches mine. A surge comes from my pussy. Dear god that felt good. DO IT AGAIN! And his abs. Taste as good as they look. When I get to his cock… My mouth is watering. My pussy is drenched. And when I look up at him as I slide his cock between my lips, he briefly closes his eyes to savor the moment. But quickly opens them back up. The intensity as he watches me suck him only turns me on more. My free hand goes to my clit. I need release like yesterday! Both of his hands go to my hair. Tugging gently. And he shoves himself to the back on my throat. Pumping harder and faster with each stroke. I can’t help but to gag. But I don’t want him to stop. One. Final. Thrust. He’s shooting his load down the back of my throat. He tastes so sweet. I finish him off and stand up. He pulls me loose from my shirt and bra. And instantly his mouth is on my nipple. Biting, sucking, licking, it’s fucking magic. Don’t stop. This fucker is about to make me cum just by sucking my damn titty.
Lol to be continued loveys….
Vik's Nook 