My[f] second date with [m]y platoon leader

Bit of a longer into, skip down 2 paragraphs if you want to jump straight to the story

First of all, thanks for all of the (mostly) positive feedback on my first story, you guys are the best!

A little more description on me, for my reviewers who requested to know more. I’m Avery, 5’4, have slightly bushy brown hair down to the middle of my back. I’m on the olive completion side (my mom is Greek). As I said before, ittybittytittiecommittee, B cup breasts and a firm butt that I tone with a lot of cycling in my spare time. And yes, i shave everywhere(;

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Two days after my incredible first experience with my Platoon Leader, my 6’1, muscular hunk that we’ll call Matt, things had been awkward. I couldn’t help but hope that things would progress further, but at the same time, I was aware of the complications of continuing any relationship with him. At work, we continued as normal, he’s my boss’ boss, and I go back to my daily job as a truck driver (88M life). In the evenings, it’s been another story. He’s been texting me and I’ve been longing for more but super hesitant to go for anything, but my god, I want more of him.

After 2 days, its Friday night and he asks me over for dinner again. “Just dinner”, and nothing else so we can hang out and figure things out. I get dressed, wearing a cute little floral romper that is practical yet fashionable, and hoping to avoid a repeat of having to borrow clothes again, I pack an overnight bag, just in case.

Matt welcomes me to his house, meeting me on the front porch just like last time, ever the gentleman. Butterflies right from the get go. Thanks Matt.

When I walk inside, I see that he’s prepared a chicken alfredo with broccoli. Can’t say I’m not impressed, this man must have really been listening when I told him about my favorite comfort foods while we were in the field!

Over dinner, we make it through small talk and he finally asks the elephant in the room, “what are we doing?” I stutter out some mumbled stuff about me messing with his career as I’m in my last few months, getting ready to get out, and how this probably isn’t a good idea and then I flip the question on him, trying to stop myself from rambling my way into killing any chance I have with him. His response melts my heart, “I’m trying to convince a beautiful woman to take a chance on me these next few months until I can come out and tell the world, that’s my girlfriend”

Did he just ask me to be his girlfriend??? Was not prepared for that one. My mind is spinning with every conceivable way this won’t work and yet there he is, with a reassuring look in his smile that he’s going to find a way. He leans across the table, takes my and and kisses it, before asking me to be his girlfriend.

I quickly sputter out something along the lines of a yes before he leans across the table, kisses my lips as he holds my cheek in his hand and I confirm my yes with a firm reply from my lips to his. We part after a few moments and he just sits there smiling at me like a goofball and i fall for him. G.I. Joe has a softer side. Its perfect.

After we finish eating he asks if he can give me a present as he is now my boyfriend. I oblige him of course and he leads me upstairs to his bedroom, where I find the room well lit with candles and smelling of violet. On the bed is a note that says “one free massage”

I see that he’s definitely put a lot of planning into this whole asking me out thing, and I’m once again blown away by the man. I ask him what I should wear for my massage, and he replies with “panties only”

I smile slyly at him as I unbutton my romper and let it slide off my shoulders, across my braless chest, and down to the floor, leaving me in just a pale purple thong. I proudly record the look on his face as I can tell that he likes what he sees. I lay face down on the bed and I feel cool lotion being planted down my spine, causing a rush of sensation as he straddles me to rub my back.

He massages my shoulders, paying close attention to the knots he finds along the way, before working his way lower, to the tight muscles right at the base of my spine. His hands feel incredible as they firmly trace their way across my bare skin and I can feel from his “growth” as he straddles me, that I’m not the only one at least slightly turned on by his touch.

He works his way lower, massaging my firm butt cheeks and the backs of my thighs before I feel a finger brush between my legs, over the thin strip of now damp fabric that has buried itself between my cheeks. He knows what he’s doing, he can feel my arousal, and it’s not long before he’s massaging my butt while slipping a finger under my thong to tease at my vagina.

After another minute or two, he rolls me over and kisses his way down my body to my thong, taking it in his teeth and pulling it down my legs before tossing it to the nightstand. He spreads my legs slightly and brings his head between them, lightly kissing the crease where my legs and pelvis meet, right along my bikini line. So close to where I want him and yet so far.

I take my hands and run them through his hair, guiding his head to taste me. He runs the tip of his tongue between the lips of my vagina and settles on my clit, making small quick circles on my swollen nub as i gasp and moan. He continues as i hold his head there, my hands gripping his hair and begging him not to stop. He inserts one and then a second finger inside me which only adds to the pleasure building from his tongue on my clit.

After a few minutes i can’t take anymore, my center entering sensory overload, begging for a orgasm to break, but not quite going over the edge. I pull his face to mine and kiss him deeply, grasping his butt and pulling him inside me as his weight presses down on me. I taste myself on his lips and it is purely erotic.

He thrusts deep inside me as I wrap my legs around him, not letting go. He picks up speed and I beg him not to stop as my orgasm finally breaks and my inner walls grip tight against his shaft.

I feel him swelling even larger and I know he’s nearing his own orgasm quickly after so much time devoted to foreplay. I ask him where he wants to cum, knowing that anywhere is acceptable to me. He says he doesn’t want to break apart so I grasp his hips, urging him deeper as he finds his release deep inside me.

I am utterly spent and overwhelmed by my Matthew and his performance. He rolls off of me and lays next to me on his side, his head cradled against my shoulder. I feel him leaking out of me as he softly kisses my lips again and again until sleep overcomes us.

In the morning, I finally go back out to the car to grab my overnight bag, and get ready to go on an actual date that he has planned for us. The thong from the night before stay on his nightstand, something to keep as a souvenir (;

More details about our date and more in the next story. Thank you for all the feedback! For those of you wondering, I’m about to start my ETS leave, Matt and I are still dating, and these are true stories about how we’ve both broadened our horizons as a couple, both sexually, and in terms of growth as a couple. Feel free to message with more feedback, or drop something in the comments!
♡Avery

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