Welcome home, soldier

By Pepper Jade

Mike sat in a small, crowded bar in San Diego, 
one frequented by US Navy sailors stationed 
nearby. He had just returned from nearly 18 
months in Iraq. As a Medevac pilot, he had seen 
some of the worst of the war. But here, back in 
the states, he could sit and drink those memories 
away, for a little while. All around him fellow 
sailors were doing the same. Some of them had the 
company of young women; girlfriends they were 
returning home to, or girlfriends for the night.

"Hey soldier, welcome home. Can I buy you a 
beer?"

Mike looked up. The woman making the offer was 
attractive, even by southern California 
standards. She had long auburn hair, blue eyes, a 
slightly tanned body that looked exquisite in a 
white sundress. She looked like Mary Jane, Peter 
Parker's love interest from the Spiderman comic 
books of his youth. Mary Jane. He loved her. 

"I'm not much for conversation," he replied.

"That's okay; I'll do the talking," she said. 
"Besides.I'm hoping the conversation doesn't last 
too long."

She sat down next to him and ordered a couple of 
drafts in plastic cups. "Thanks for keeping me 
safe," she said as she raised her cup to his. 
"I'm Cindy."

Damn, she smelled good.a light floral scent, not 
heavily perfumed. Maybe it was her shampoo, or 
body lotion. She was attractive. Not a lot of 
makeup, and a very sexy self-confidence.

Mike bought the next round. He didn't want to 
talk much, and he definitely did not want to talk 
about where he had been and what he had seen. She 
seemed to instinctively know this. She made 
casual conversation about a concert she had 
recently seen, about classes she was taking 
online. He didn't even pretend to be interested.

"Do you want to go somewhere a little more 
quiet?" she asked.

He looked up from his beer. He hadn't come in 
here looking to pick up a girl, and he had not 
expected to get picked up. He hadn't been with a 
woman since deploying for Iraq. Getting laid had 
not been on the top of his list tonight. But she 
was so enticing.

Mike settled his bar tab and left with Cindy. She 
took him back to her place, not far from the bar.

It was a small apartment, but it had that soft, 
comforting feel that women create in their own 
habitats. She lit scented candles and put on 
music. Sarah McLaughlin. Everything about this 
woman was beautiful, feminine, nurturing. 

He took a seat on a small couch. She brought him 
a beer, then she left the room. He heard her 
running a bath in the next room. 

She returned and reached out for his hand. He 
stood to greet her, as she gently touched him, 
running her fingers along his forearms, up across 
his well-toned biceps. She pressed against him. 
She was petite and felt so fragile in his arms. 
He pulled her close and kissed her hard on the 
mouth. Hers was a gentle nature, a gentle touch. 
His was not.

"Do you know what you're getting yourself into?" 
he asked. 

Cindy smiled and said nothing. She led him into 
the next room.her bedroom. She led him past her 
bed, covered in white linens and matching white 
pillows, and into her bathroom. The room was 
aglow with candlelight.small tea lights all over 
the room. An oversized bathtub was barely 
illuminated. 

She began to undress him slowly, sliding his T-
shirt up over his head, revealing a beautiful, 
well-toned body. She ran her fingers across his 
chest, then very quickly, very briefly traced the 
path of her fingertips with her tongue.  

She dropped to her knees and unbuttoned his 
jeans. His hardness was readily apparent. She 
gently kissed that hardness, running her tongue 
along the denim bulge before releasing his cock 
as she felt his fingers run through her hair. She 
softly stroked his cock, not lingering. She 
slipped his shoes off, then rose to her feet. She 
helped him slip out of his jeans, leaving him 
naked and exposed.

She couldn't hide the excitement in her eyes. He 
was beautiful, the perfect specimen of a man. 
Effortlessly, she slipped out of her white dress, 
exposing herself as he was. As he began to pull 
her close, she led him into the bathtub. The warm 
water, scented with essential oil, felt 
intoxicating. As he lay in the tub, she leaned 
over and gently scrubbed him and massaged his 
arms, his legs, his feet. He had never 
experienced anything like this. He loved the 
feeling of being pampered by this woman.

Cindy climbed into the tub with him, straddling 
him. She leaned in and kissed him gently. He 
responded forcefully, pushing his tongue deeper 
into her mouth, squeezing her breast with one 
hand and reaching for her ass with the other. He 
pushed up out of the tub and picked her up. This 
had been a sensual pleasure, but he was ready to 
release more than a year of stress and pent-up 
frustration. She really didn't know what she was 
in for.

He dropped her small, wet body onto her bed and 
climbed on top of her. Up until now, she had been 
in control, but now it was his turn. He was done 
with the caressing, the teasing. He was fully 
aroused and ready to fuck hard. He slipped a 
couple of fingers into her pussy and she gasped. 
She was wet, but not enough to make him happy. 
She squirmed, but he held her firm. He continued 
to push his fingers deeper inside of her, and she 
whimpered. "I'm gonna put a lot more in there," 
he whispered to her.

And he did. He forced his cock deep inside of her 
as she cried out. He didn't stop. He fucked her 
harder and harder as he held her wrists above her 
head. He was gonna fuck her blind and get that 
first orgasm out of the way, then he would take 
his time with her. Before she knew what had 
happened, he blew his load inside her.

It felt great. All those months of frustration 
were beginning to melt. He rolled over on his 
back, and pulled her closer. 

"Give me head, make me hard again." He pushed her 
head down on his cock. She obeyed; she worked to 
get him hard again. He had cum so fast, she never 
had her own orgasm. She sucked him harder and 
harder, knowing her own pleasure awaited her. As 
he grew erect, she ran her tongue down the shaft 
of his cock and began licking the underside of 
his balls. His cock was as beautiful as the rest 
of his body. He was rougher than her previous 
lovers had been, and this excited her. She wanted 
more.

He rolled her over and mounted her from behind. 
She cried out as he fucked her doggie style, his 
hands on her hips, holding her firmly in place. 
She moaned in pleasure, and the warmth he felt 
between her legs told him she had reached orgasm. 
He was ready to push her further.

As she lay across her bed, he reached for her 
stockings and quickly bound her hands behind her 
back. He grabbed the hand lotion from her 
nightstand and greased his cock, and he began 
running his fingers along the crack of her ass. 
She tried to pull away, but he pinned her down.

"I'm taking your ass," he told her. She cried 
out. 

"You'll love this," he assured her. She continued 
to protest, and he stuffed her panties into her 
mouth as she lay with her hands tied and her ass 
exposed. He spread her legs apart, as she had 
given up fighting. First he used his fingers, 
pushing into her tight rectum. She was still 
tense. He slowly pressed his greased cock into 
her ass, feeling her tighten with fear. Fuck, 
this turned him on. He reached beneath her and 
fingered her clit as he pushed his cock deeper 
into her ass. He could feel her responding to his 
touch. His slow strokes got harder, and her 
muffled cries became louder. It hurt like hell, 
but she was responding, pushing her ass back as 
he fucked it deeper. He pumped harder, riding her 
steadily until he blew cum into her ass. 

He pulled her gag from her mouth untied her hands 
as she fell back onto her bed. Her legs were 
shaking, and she was completely worn. As she lay 
panting, her body trembling with the agony and 
the ecstasy of a first-ever anally induced 
orgasm, Mike began sucking her nipples, running 
his tongue across her flat belly. He worked his 
way down to her soft, wet pussy. He could taste 
her cum as well as his. She moaned as he sucked 
her clit hard and fingered her. He knew this 
woman had never experienced rough sex, and as far 
as he was concerned, he was going easy on her. 
She writhed and moaned as he one again brought 
her to climax.

"You love it, don't you?" he asked as pushed 
himself on top of her again.

"Fuck yes, I love it," she said. "I love what you 
do to me. I've never experienced anything like 
that."

"I know," he said as he smiled at her. "And 
you'll never be happy with anything less."

She knew he was right.


  
welcome home soldier