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Subject: {ASSM} Cavalry! An Officer and a Gentleman?(MF, Romantic)
Date: Sat, 8 Feb 2003 21:10:03 -0500
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The doorbell rang right at six thirty and she smiled a nervous little
smile at herself as the looked in the mirror. She was ready just in
time. It was their first real "date" after several weeks of talking and
flirting. After almost twenty years of marriage the idea of dating made
her stomach flip-flop.
Walking to the front door of the house she opened it and stared at the
handsome, smiling man. He was medium in build and just about a head
taller than she was. His face was handsome, with a square jaw and blue
eyes offset by the dark blue of his uniform, which was a dark blue
jacket with blue trousers. Gold braid graced his broad shoulders,
sleeves and pants. Three rows of ribbons were on the chest and gold
brass sabers on his lapels gleamed. His white shirt was topped by the
black bow tie.
He smiled at her and she melted at the sight of his dimpled cheeks and
pleased look in his eyes.
"You look gorgeous," he said, taking her hand.
"You are very handsome," she said, blushing despite herself. She wore a
black, low cut dress with a slit up the side. It set off her milky
white skin and womanly shape just right, her mother had told her when
she had picked it out.
"Come in a second," she said. He stepped in and she gathered her purse
up, checking herself in the mirror.
"You are perfect," he said, taking her arm. She let him, as though in a
dream, lead her out the door, only to be confronted with a limousine,
the driver holding the door open.
"How, what?"
"I didn't want to have to worry about anything," he said, leading her to
the door, which was held open by a black liveried driver. She let
herself be handed in and then he entered. They settled back and the
door closed. The driver got in as he handed her a full glass of wine.
"To you," he said, raising his glass.
"And you," she returned, smiling and drinking.
He kissed her neck then, then her lips, with a lightness and care, their
first kisses. She got goosebumps, and old ache growing in her groin as
she looked at him.
"God, you smell so good," he said. She sighed, feeling a wetness and
heat between her legs. Take it easy, she thought, it will be a while.
She smiled at him again and melted as he smiled back. Damn dimples.
She reached up then and ran a hand over his cheek, touching his dimples
just lightly. They kissed again, gently.
"I, I am about to melt," she said. He held her then, his hand on her
bare arm, caressing it.
"I'm here to hold you," he said, kissing her neck, kissing her neck.
She sighed and leaned back, parting legs a little. He did not know it,
but she wore only a tiny pair of panties and a light, lace bra under her
dress. His hand ran up her thigh, finding the top of her stockings and
stopped as she tensed.
"I'm moving too fast," he said, looking at her.
"No, no, not too fast, I'm, just. nervous as a schoolgirl," she said
with a blush.
"There is no need to be nervous," his hand now gently stroking her thigh
as she kissed him more passionately. His hand went further and he
caressed the soft skin at the top of her thigh.
"Oh, you are so soft," he said. Leaning back then, pulling his hand
out. "We have all night, if you want."
She nodded, a lump in her throat and heat in her groin. The drive was
like a dream as she sipped another glass of wine and felt it go to her
head a little. The limo stopped then and they climbed out. The large,
well lighted porch was there. Several couples were milling about had
all stopped to watch them get out. Two of the men called greetings to
him as he took her hand and led her up the steps.
"Well, that is the way to make an entrance," one said.
"He even brought a limo," another said, his eyes on her, taking her in
with an appraising look. The woman, a pudgy little thing, looked
daggers at her as she followed her tall soldier up the steps.
They entered the doors and were assailed by the noise of a large party.
It was his annual unit party and there were several hundred people
there. He led her to a table, where six others sat, his men and their
dates or wives. She was in a daze as one of the tall, dapper young man
grabbed a chair and held it for her. She smiled and sat as gracefully
as she could.
"Sir, you have outdone yourself this time," one of the men, a swarthy,
mustached man with a blond, voluptuous wife said, smiling.
"Now, stop embarrassing the poor woman. You are lovely, dear," the
blond said. "We were wondering if the major was going to get anyone to
come at all. After all, he does lack a certain social grace."
She looked at him then and saw he was ginning ear to ear. dimples at
attention. She almost swooned right there.
"I thought the limo was rather nice," she said, grabbing his hand.
"Limo?" squeaked one of the men, looking at the major. "Oh, man, now I
have heard it all. You MUST be something special!" The rest laughed at
him and the wives all looked at them with a different look in their
eyes.
The party started then and there was not much time to think. First
there was a short speech by a bedecked officer at the head table and
then dinner, which she hardly remembered. He sat with her, holding her
hand intermittently, looking into her eyes and making sure everything
was perfect. The other officers took his cue and paid their women
attention while they ate.
Speeches and awards followed. Toward the end of the awards two men,
senior sergeants by the chevrons on their arms, stood and walked to the
front, carrying a saber and a plaque.
"Every year the Noncommissioned Officers of the Regiment give out an
award to the officer of the regiment that epitomizes the spirit of
cavalry to us. There are two requirements. First, he must be less than
a lieutenant colonel and second, he must never have received the
Regimental Saber before," one of them said, then stepped back.
"It is also a tradition that the senior NCO of the officer's unit will
give out the award. I have that honor this year. I have known this
officer for just over two years. During that time I have never seen him
be less than an officer and even more, always a cavalryman. His
devotion to his men, his unit and the nation is never in question. He
can be a hard man when he has to, but that is part of being a cavalry
officer. It is my great pleasure to present this award to my boss, the
operations officer of the Second Squadron, Second Armored Cavalry, Major
John Cancer!"
There was loud applause and shouts as her date stood, blushing with
embarrassment. He straightened his coat and walked to the front of the
room, his back straight. The NCO at the front saluted and shook his
hand, then handed him the saber. He took it, his eyes shining as he
took the plaque as well. Men were standing now and soon there was a
standing ovation and shouts of speech! Speech!
He held up his hand and they finally sat and stopped clapping. Standing
there he looked out at the others and cleared his throat.
"I have one thing to say, and that is thank you. Without the
outstanding men and women of the Second Squadron I would not be able to
do anything. Gary Owen!" The entire corps present returned the shout
and the band started playing the song. Soon the entire room was singing
and her date took the chance to return to his seat, accepting
congratulations on the way.
She smiled at him and looked at the plaque and saber.
"Did you know?" she asked him as the song ended.
He shook his head, tears in his eyes.
The rest of the evening was dancing and talk and more dancing. Finally
it was time to go. The colonel and honored guest had departed and
finally he said he could go. She smiled and asked if he was sure. He
said he was. The sergeant had collected the saber and plaque and
promised to bring it to the office on Monday.
He called the limo and it was waiting as they left. His jacket was now
unbuttoned and he was obviously emotionally drained.
They climbed in and she accepted his arm, cuddling him as they drove
off. They kissed, deeply this time.
"Where to the driver asked." He looked at her.
"Yes, yes and yes," she said.
"My place," he said and they kissed again.
The place was a man's place, little decoration, but the bed was large
and comfortable looking, the place immaculate. They kissed in the
doorway of the bedroom, deeply.
"I, I need to freshen up," she said.
"In there," he said, motioning to the bathroom. She went in and when
she came out he was out of his jacket and had poured two glassed of
wine. She slipped off her shoes and walked up to him, kissing him.
"No more," she said, putting the glass of wine down, "I want to know
exactly what I am doing." His hands ran over her body, caressing her as
they kissed again. With care he unzipped her dress and she let it fall,
her hands at his belt, undoing it. He let her unbutton and then take
his shirt off. She kissed his nipple and chest as he undid her bra. It
slipped off and her cupped her tits, then kissed the hard, pink nipples.
She sighed as he did it, her hand in his pants, seeking his cock, which
was hard. In a few moments they were naked, except for her panties.
She knelt in front of him, taking him in her mouth, tasting him for the
first time, her left hand on his balls and caressing his hard ass with
her right hand. He gasped and ran his hand through her hair, but not
pushing. God, what a great, hard cock he had, she thought, taking it in
as far as she could.
He pulled back then, lifting her to a standing position and kissed her
neck as his hands slipped under her panties and caressed her round, soft
ass. She sighed and felt his hard cock against her belly and pussy,
rubbing her.
He took her hand then and led her to his bed, where she lay back letting
him feast his eyes on her body in the light cast from the living room.
He knelt between her legs and kissed her thighs, her knees and then the
bent her legs so he could kiss behind her knees as she sighed and ran
her hand through his hair. He let her legs down and then, his eyes
boring into hers he pulled her panties down, exposing the light, brown
hair of her pussy, slowly drawing them off her legs. She groaned as he
kissed her belly, her thighs, then the tender skin between her pussy and
her thighs. She arched her back, willing him to lick her clit as is it
ached for attention.
He finally kissed her pussy, then his tongue found her clit and she
spread her legs, giving him the access he needed to her clit. She
sighed and shuddered as he licked her, her legs spreading wider to give
him full access. It had been a long time since she had been treated so
such attentions and was almost overwhelmed with the sensations and
feelings that flooded her. He continued to work on her, one of his
fingers slipping into her slit, spreading her wide as she groaned and
arched her back.
Her body responded to his attentions and her hands cupped her tits and
stroked her nipples as he worked her toward orgasm. She began fucking
his mouth, her entire being consumed with her passion, centered on the
fire that raged between her long, white legs.
"Oh, oh, I am, am coooommmmminnng!" she cried out then, her back arching
and her legs clamping onto his head, her body rigid and tense as the
flames of her orgasm seemed to consume her loins and what little sense
she had left. She nearly blacked out as she cried out incoherently and
he struggled to free himself from her vise-like grip. Finally they
parted and she rolled into a fetal position as she tried to come down
from the incredible feelings he had given her.
She lay there, shuddering as he climbed onto the bed with her, his hand
running up her leg to her round ass, eliciting shudders and shaking in
her as she felt his mere touch. Slowly the shuddering subsided and she
relaxed as he kissed her shoulders and back and wrapped his arms around
her. She could fee the hardness of him against her ass and reached back
to stroke it.
"Put it in me," she whispered and turned, getting on her hands and
knees. "From behind. I am too sensitive down there."
He complied, pulling her to the edge of the bed and positioning his cock
for entry into her pussy, rubbing it against her swollen, wet lips as
she moaned and tried to get him to put it into her. Finally he could
not hold back any longer and slipped it into her wet slit, to her
satisfied sigh. He pushed it in slowly, then out, then in deeper, then
out, then in all the way, his stomach hitting her ass and held it there
for a moment, his hands gripping her round, white ass. She whimpered
and groaned, pushing against him.
Then he began to stroke it in and out of her, pistoning, his stomach
hitting her ass with each stroke, his hands spreading her ass cheeks as
wide as he could to he could get in deeper yet, eliciting cried of
ecstasy from her.
"Fuck me, fuck me hard!" she cried as his tempo picked up, his cock
slamming into her eager, wet beaver, making a squishing noise with each
stroke. The bed creaking with each stroke now, her head down her hands
gripping the bedclothes as he fucked her harder and harder. Finally he
felt himself swelling, growing inside her, his ball sucking up to his
cock as he neared orgasm, a knot of anticipation growing in his groin as
he gasped and his breath quickened.
"I, I'm going to cuuummmmnnn!" he gasped finally, his hot, thick cum
starting to shoot into her, spurt after spurt filling her hot, wet cunt
as she cried out in pleasure and encouragement.
"Cum in it, give it to me!" cried, squeezing her pussy walls even
tighter as she came again, her whole body quivering and shaking as he
filled her, their combined orgasm seeming channeling some sort of cosmic
energy into their union. Finally he was spend and fell forward, pushing
her onto her stomach and keeping his cock in her. He lay there,
gasping, as he recovered, feeling her heat. With an effort he pulled
out and rolled over on his back.
She pushed herself up on her arms and rolled over. On the was above the
desk as a sign, "Always Ready, 2nd to None!", the motto of his unit.
She smiled and said, "Well, you certain have lived up to you motto!" He
could only mumble an unintelligible reply as he rolled over and kissed
her.
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