So this past February I went to New Orleans on a girls’ trip with some of my sorority sisters on sort of a break from a (now ended) relationship. The first couple nights we were there we behaved, kinda. The third night we were there we were at a bar on Bourbon Street and somehow came upon a group of army men on leave. Seven of us, seven of them.
At first the weirdest guy in the group started talking to me and handing me beads to throw. They’d bought bags of them to throw off the balcony, with half of it spread out all over the bar inside. Next thing (I think) I knew, another guy had come up and offered me and one of the other girls drinks. Went inside, talked for a little. (The first night gets pretty blurry at this point) Somehow I found myself alone with him – we’ll call him Pilot. He looked like a combination of Patrick swayze (young, 1980s) with tom cruise (in top gun) hair. Like a long-lost brother of The Outsiders.
Pilot was an absolute gentleman the entire night, he bought us drinks, was so funny the whole night, and was just so much fun. At one point I added him on Facebook – not really sure why but I think we’re still friends? ? Wasn’t really handsy but I could tell he had an attraction, so I was comfortable.
I somehow end up back in his Airbnb like 25 minutes away around 5:30am – it was literally everything I said I’d never do. He wanted to show me the house because it was gorgeous (it was), I was drunk, he was cute. He showed me around til about 6ish and then I said I needed to leave. He walked me out, gave me a goodnight kiss on this beautiful covered porch while a swamp dweller (no really) pulled up in a lyft to take me back to the hotel. (He lived on a bayou, talked about how he stopped getting dogs as pets for obvious reasons)
When I woke up the next morning I found out we were all invited to the aforementioned Airbnb for a cookout from one of the other girls. I texted Pilot, asked if I could bring anything – ginger ale I believe?
We get there later that night and I walked through the house to the porch, instantly plants one on me – he’d been drinking, because he was a little less gentlemanly than the previous night, but it was okay. We all went upstairs to the balcony off Pilot’s bedroom, which I stood on the previous night and talked with him. Eventually dinner was ready, and we hung back on the balcony to take it in a little longer and talk. Came downstairs to wooing and comments even though nothing had happened yet.
Another night he’s a gentleman – pretty much waits on me at dinner, played never have I ever for a while, and then we all went out to the bar. So fast forward to about 3am, I’m hungry (apparently) and we’re both drunk, asked 12 different people for pizza, tried to get into the hard rock but it was closed. Finally balked and headed for my hotel to change my shoes, but not before announcing to the group that it was fine, I wasn’t going home alone, and apparently also winked pretty openly about it.
No idea what happened most of the rest of the night but I do remember falling asleep in the uber and drunkenly eating a hamburger from earlier. I woke up the next morning next to Pilot in this enormous master bedroom, and i could just feel the tension that something was going to go down. Eventually he woke up and there was half-conscious flirting back and forth, which started leading to being a little more physical.
Started off pretty slow, about 15 minutes of just finger tracing and pushing the skirt of my dress a little farther up over my hip, exposing my bare cheek a little at a time. Not sure if he was testing the waters or being intentionally slow, but it was driving me nuts. Started making it difficult to be quiet because at this point I’ve moved even closer to him and my entire ass cheek is in his hand (and I love it).
Soon there’s kissing everywhere and it’s taking everything in me not to scream. I’m wearing a high waisted lingerie thong (I prepared) and he started fighting with the crotch to get to what was underneath. Finally we both started pulling my clothes off first, then his. It’s pretty vanilla so far, but since he’s almost pretty much a stranger to me, there’s a kind of excitingness about the situation on top of the unbearable excitement of just being with someone new.
The moment he put two fingers inside me I melted. Thumb on my clit, mouth on my nipples going back and forth between both of them, I was shaking. Soon enough my hands are on him and he’s definitely into it. He’s moaning in my ear as I have two fingers massaging behind his balls, and he changed the angle of his fingers; in less than a minute I came so hard. (I’m usually not one to have a great memory but this orgasm has stuck out to me since then, and to this day it’s one of the most intense orgasms I’ve had that I didn’t give myself).
Unfortunately we never got to have full blown sex, thanks to the weird guy of their group knocking on the door with a 15 minute warning (they were leaving to go back that day). If his hands were any indication of what he was capable of, I probably would’ve lost my mind had it gone all the way.
There is a humorous element to the story – after the stuff that went on upstairs he walked me downstairs and found me some breakfast, which helped my hungover stomach a little. When my lyft came he walked me outside like he had the other night, and kissed me on the porch. We said our goodbyes, and I got into the back of the car.
I thought I’d stepped into a 3 day old hoagie with extra onions. The smell was horrendous. The man driving the lyft had obviously not showered in days. It was in the middle of a Louisiana winter heatwave and I was roasting in the worst hoagiefest I’ve ever experienced (it’s a Wawa thing for those who know what Wawa is – for everyone else it’s pretty self explanatory, hoagies for days on the cheeeeeap). The only thing I could think to do to keep my puke down was text Pilot. I was still half drunk at this point and really desperate to avoid puking. Here’s the last thing that was said between us for (probably) ever:
“Oh my god this lyft smells like an armpit.”
I never heard from him again.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8tx0av/f_met_an_army_pilot_in_nola_on_vacation_spent_the
This is super realistic. It’s pretty slow, do you wish you would have gone further faster?
Love the wawa reference. Nj native?
Not to be a buzz kill, but every cook and paper pusher in the Army is a pilot when they are out on the town and trying to get laid… I’d think the odds that the guy was a pilot are low. A group of 7 on leave screams lower enlisted, and/or still in training. Pilots would have a college degree and would be about 23 before they even join the army, then have a whole lot of training before they get to a unit. Most show up to their first unit already married. They could be out on leave if they were in training, or just taking a few vacation days during a work week. Other than that, you wouldn’t see a group of 7 “on leave”. If you had a good time, great and good for you. I just hope you weren’t taken advantage of, I personally find it rather disgusting when people lie about their service to get in someone’s pants.