Back from Baghdad [MF]

“Time is like a river. You can’t touch the same water twice, because the flow that has passed will never pass again.” – Unknown

Chapter 3 – The Home Front, 10 Years Later

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I smell her before I see her. Breezy, fresh, enchantingly floral. At first I thought it was my imagination, a flashback, conjured from the distance. Turning around, flesh was made whole–my goddess, smiling at me again.

Before I even knew what I was doing, I was on my feet and she was in my arms. Tight, full body hug. I lift her slightly so her feet are off the ground. “Sorry, my flight was late,” she says against my chest.

I release her back to the ground and stand back to look at her. Floral print skirt, form-fitting top with bare arms. The last decade and motherhood have served her well. She has filled out in amazing and sexy ways, becoming even more luscious. Her hair is out of her normal pony tail, dark curls falling over her shoulders.

I pull out a chair at the bar for her next to me, we sit, and I scoot her chair closer to mine. We stare at each other, smiling. New laugh lines frame her eyes. We order drinks and the next few hours blur past. Both of us catching up on our lives. She is married and has two children, same as me. Out of the military, same as me.

Last call is there suddenly. I pay the check and help her to her feet. “Come with me. Let’s walk a bit,” I suggest.

She is silent for a long second, then nods. “I’d like that.” We spill out onto the street with the remaining customers and I lead her by the hand.

Several blocks later and we are in front of my hotel. I pause and look down at her, squeeze her hand tight. She gives a slight nod. Through the door. She leans back against me in the elevator. I interlace my fingers with hers across her stomach.

Into my room. Both of us still mostly behaving. Only a single lamp is lit, and the city lights are spread out before us through the wall of windows. I lead her to the couch and sit down. She kicks off her shoes and curls on her side, head in my lap, hands in mine. I can sense the heat radiating off her body. Stroking her head, I give her time to relax. She is thinking, considering the options, going through doors in her mind. I have made my decision, and she is close behind.

*****The Good Stuff***** She shifts a bit and feels my hardness against her cheek. A moan escapes her. Her hand slides up my thigh and her palm grasps me. My turn to moan. Rolling onto her back, she looks up. I stroke her hair with one hand, the other roaming down her body. She meets my eyes as my hand explores her thigh. I lean over to kiss her. Slow, deep, sensuous, and familiar after all these intervening years. Then frantic, needy, hungry.

Her hands are on my belt and pants, releasing me into her control. She gives a gentle stroke and squeeze, drops of precum leaking out. Spreading the slickness with her fingers, smearing it across her smile. Then sheathing me in her mouth. Sucking wetness, tight ring of lips around my shaft. My hand roams down, raising her skirt, cupping a butt cheek, then along her thong. More wetness, heat. She sucks me gently as I dip a finger inside her.

I pull her to her feet, she raises her arms for me to undress her. Sliding her top up and off, leaving kisses and licks in its wake. She undoes her bra while I strip. And we are naked in front of each other again. Silent, long looks, taking in the views. Then her hand on my chest hair. I spin her around and hold her from behind. Arms around her, cupping her breasts, kissing the back of her neck and ear. She groans and pushes her ass up against me, feeling me leak on her back.

Twirling her back to face me, I pick her up, thighs around my waist. Paula giggles, and I walk her to the bedroom. Placing her down on the bed gently, I stand over her. Hours in front of us, no rush. My hands carress her legs, thighs, stomach, nipples, arms. Lifting both legs together to my face, I begin kissing. Feet, calves, back of knees, working my way up. Flip her onto her stomach, then worship her amazing ass. Kisses up her back, and I’m covering her body with mine. All my weight on her. My cock finds its place in her cleft, but I resist. Slowly slide along, kissing her neck and ears. She is writhing, breathing rapidly.

And I’m kissing back down her body, hands massaging. Leaving hot trails of breath along her skin. I roll her onto her back and her legs fall open. She is beautiful–a buffet spread before me. My kisses are working gently inward toward her center. She thrusts her hips up at me, trying to find my tongue. I sense her desperation and move closer. Wrap my arms around her thighs, spread her open with my fingers. She has a patch of hair above, but otherwise shaved, dark lips glistening for me. Clit pushing out, swollen and crimson.

I lick slowly with the tip of my tongue, teasing. The my full mouth, flat of my tongue exploring. Paula groans loudly. “Yesssss.” I slide a finger inside, then two. She is tight and grasping, dripping beyond belief. Wetness pools between fingers and runs into my palm as I stroke her g-spot. My tongue flicks her clit and her breathing catches. “Oh fuck, right there.” Her pussy clamps down on my fingers rhythmically. Her taste changes, becoming more rich, flowing onto my mouth and hand. I hold her tight, licking slowly, she is sensitive. Hot breath across her pussy. Kisses on her swollen clit, hair, stomach, belly button.

Paula grasps me by the shoulders and pulls me up. I am on my knees between her legs, gazing down at her. My hands cup her breasts and stroke her nipples as she takes my cock in her hand, rubbing me against her, getting me slick. “Take me,” she pleads, placing my head inside. I push forward gently, sliding easily into her. We both moan, and I settle on top of her. Her legs wrap around me as I kiss her deeply.

We are moving slowly against each other now, passionate but sweet. Long, deep kisses. I rest my weight on her and she pulls me in tight, arms and legs around me. I kiss her face, forehead, chin, groan and gasp into her ear. My arms are around her shoulders and I take a fistful of hair, thrust hard into her. She tightens around my cock and moans loudly. Our bodies are slick with sweat.

I raise up on my elbows and look into her eyes. Grinding my hips into hers. She is gasping under me, mouth open. I plant soft kisses on her chin, then lower onto her again for deep tongue kisses. Her hair is still in my hand, and my tight grasp pulls her head back so I can kiss her neck.

I roll us both over, and she sits up on me, riding back and forth slowly. The view is heaven. Her nipples are swollen, brown and crinkly. I twist them between my fingers and her pussy flutters around me. I almost lose control, so I hold her hips tight, not moving. Her hair has fallen over her face and I brush it back so I can see her eyes. She smiles and flexes around me. “Don’t hold back,” she says. “Give me all of you.” I take some deep breaths, then push up into her.

Her hands are on my chest as she slides on me, back and forth, clit rubbing against my pubic hair. I cup her butt in both hands, slide a finger back to tease her asshole. She gasps and pushes back against my exploring finger, letting it in to the first joint. Shuddering and losing her rhythm, she is suddenly gushing and cumming. Squeezing me tight, cock and finger and body. I kiss her face and neck as she writhes and shakes.

We slow for a bit, just flexing against each other inside. She sits up again on my hips and looks down. Meets my eyes and smiles sweetly. I stroke her cheek with my hand. We are fucking faster now, me fully buried in her as she rotates on my shaft. I feel her cervix bump and circle my head. Wetness mixes with sweat. She is squeezing me with her muscles, reaches a hand back to cup my balls, feels how tight they are against my body. How close I am.

Paula looks into my eyes. She doesn’t need to say anything, I sense the need in her, the fire. I groan loudly and tense, abs and thighs flexing, my hands leaving imprints on her hips. My cum rushes into her, flooding her, claiming her. Her pussy clamps down close, velvetly milking me as I pulse and shake and groan. She squeezes my balls gently, causing a shiver and another pulse from me. She runs her hand and fingers along our juncture, coats her fingers in mixed cum and juice that has leaked out, smears it on her breasts, throat, lips. Licks her fingers clean.

I pull her down and we kiss, sweaty and panting. We lay there exhausted, joined still. I stroke her back and hold her tight. Her face is against mine. “You always make me so happy,” she whispers. “I’m going to carry you with me forever.”

The rest of that night, or early morning rather, was like a dream. I hold her close while we drift in and out of sleep. Finally in a bed together, alone. At one point in the early dawn, I awake behind her, spooning, my cock buried between her cheeks. She is pushing back softly, and I feel her hand work me inside. Still mostly asleep, so slowly at first, then more urgently, we strain against each other. One of my hands in her hair pulls back hard, and she cums against me. Her orgasm is my weakness, and I fill her again. We doze off….

And then she is gone. I awake on my back, the ghost of a kiss on my lips. Breezy flowers in the air. The door clicks shut.

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