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All names within this story have been changed to protect the innocent. Well, I wouldn’t exactly say innocent (wink, wink).
How did I, Lola Jackson, end up naked in the bed of my biggest crush? A crazy, powerful typhoon is how. Plus, a series of very fortunate events.
A power outage caused by a major tropical storm threatened to turn the entire military community’s food supply into spoiled goods. My supervisor, the head of the Food Safety office, sent me to help the Army guys (and gal) on Camp Kinser salvage as much food as possible. There should have been plenty of time to do my job, and get back to the Air Force base before the typhoon hit. Unfortunately, this thing blew in within a few hours of me arriving at Kinser. All the military bases locked down, making me a temporarily homeless Airman First Class (A1C). Fortunately, one of the Soldiers offered to let me stay at his place. And now, I was watching him take off his clothes.
The tanned body of Sergeant First Class (SFC) Terry “Smitty” Smith was hard and muscular in a way that would’ve made Uncle Sam proud. The room was darkened by the cloudy weather, but there was enough light to admire this beautiful man standing in front of me.
Terry crawled onto the bed, and lay next to me. “Are you sure you want to do this,” he asked as he gently traced the outlines of my face with his fingers. “You shouldn’t feel obligated because you’re staying here. I’m not that much older than you, but I’m a Senior NCO. I don’t want nobody accusing me of taking advantage of a lower ranking Airperson.” Airperson? That was cute. I laughed.
“I’m a big girl,” I told him. “I’m definitely okay with us, you know, doing this. In fact, I’ve had a crush on you since the first time I saw you. You got a little fan club in our Public Health office. Everybody knows who SFC Smitty is. What do have to say about that?”
“Oh, you got jokes, huh,” said Terry. He climbed on top of me, and kissed me passionately. I let him spread my legs apart. We lay together kissing and fondling one another while the storm raged outside.
The Soldier was good with his hands. He circled my clit with his thumb while I stroked his erection. Slowly, his mouth travelled down my body until his tongue reached the wet folds of my womanhood. Smitty slipped two fingers into my dripping hole while he licked my sex. The sensation felt so good that I took one hand and pressed it on top of his dark hair. This made him lick even faster.
I came hard all over Smitty’s face. He planted a trail of kisses on my stomach, breasts, and neck until he met my lips. When we kissed, I tasted my juices in his mouth. And, I must say that I tasted pretty good.
Smitty went over to a nightstand to grab a condom out of the drawer. I watched while he unrolled the latex onto his swollen member. The man was definitely blessed. Anyone who believes the stereotype about the size of a White guy’s penis is crazy. Terry caught me checking out his package, and smiled at me with a sly grin.
“You see something you like, Jackson,” Terry asked. I was caught off guard by the question. Playful banter wasn’t really my thing. As much as I wanted to reply with something sexy, my brain came up with this.
“Umm, yeah,” I said giggling. “It looks really nice. And, big. ”
“You think you can handle this big dick?” I tried to answer his question with sarcasm, but Smitty made me speechless when he rubbed the head of his sex between my juicy slit. A moan escaped my lips instead of the smart assed response I was thinking about. My body took over from my brain, and spread my legs wider to help Terry get his anaconda inside of me. After a couple of thrusts, he was balls deep.
“I been wanting to fuck the shit out of you since you first came to the warehouse,” Smitty confessed in a husky voice. There it was—as I had begun to suspect this in the kitchen—the revelation that proved SFC Smith had been plotting on me all along.
One of the great things about military men is that they are a determined group of individuals when it comes to just about everything, especially sex. That day, Terry had been determined to get me in his bed. He’d planned on asking me over for his typhoon party. It was a risky proposition considering all I had with me was my uniform. He wasn’t sure I was going to say yes. But back then, I was a very spontaneous young woman. I would have gladly gone over to Smitty’s house to chill if it meant he was interested in me. Well, fate had stepped in and aligned the stars perfectly so that we were together under the most ideal circumstances. I don’t think either one of us wanted it end.
Terry was in a zone. The sounds emanating from his body were that of a man experiencing immense satisfaction. His breath was coming faster, harder. He gasped and moaned with each stroke. The fact that Terry enjoyed being inside me really turned me on. And, I couldn’t get enough of the way he talked dirty to me.
He murmured, “Your pussy is so deep.” I opened my eyes wanting to look at his handsome face. But, he was looking down watching his dick go in and out. Terry’s arousal must have become supercharged because his strokes changed into more forceful thrusts. I reflexively pushed at his hips, and tried to scoot away.
“Where you going,” he growled. He grabbed my thighs, and pulled me back down. There was no escape. I settled in, and got used to his head brushing against my innermost baby-making parts.
“You like this dick, don’t it?” And, I did. It was a combined sensation of pain and pleasure that I loved and hated at the same time. I clawed his back, biting my lower lip to keep from moaning too loudly. But the more I stifled the moans, the stronger Terry’s thrusts got. He enjoyed the dilemma that he caused me. There was the urge to tell him to stop, and the desire to beg him to keep going. One minute I pushed at his pelvis. The next, I was grabbing his ass to bring him closer. Unable to control myself, I began to call out his name. I shouted how good it felt, how much I loved it. He kissed me hungrily like a man who hadn’t been fed in days. One of his hands buried into my hair while the other rested on my shoulder to keep me from getting away.
Smitty’s strokes came hard, steady, and measured with a rhythm I assumed he’d perfected through years of experience with other women. It didn’t really matter how he’d gotten that good. All I cared about was at that moment he was inside me. He was mine.
The entire scene was mind-blowing. Outside, 100 mph winds battered the island of Okinawa with enough force to flip cars, uproot trees, and topple houses. Inside this small apartment, there was a tempest of Shakespearean proportions happening between me and Smitty. I didn’t think this was the joint military effort my supervisor was referring to, but it was a lot more fun than salvage.
The Solider flipped me over, and smacked me hard on my butt cheeks. He barked at me to get on my knees. Terry entered my pussy from behind. He slid his hand between my legs, and played with my sex while he got into his rhythm again. I felt tension build up in my loins as I neared my peak. Terry was getting close to his, too, because his thrusts began to come faster and faster.
I took his hand that was pressing my little nub, and urged him to rub harder. The added pressure made my orgasm imminent. I buried my face in the sheets to muffle my cries of passion as the spasms of the climax overtook my body. Smitty grabbed my hips with both hands, and hammered into me until his white, sticky load shot into the condom. He slumped on top of me, breathing heavily. The weight of his body pushed me all the way down onto the bed. We lay there tangled together in a sweaty heap savoring the moment. Before I knew it, we had dozed off to sleep in each other’s arms.
I woke up and noticed that the room had brightened up a bit. Outside, the wind and rain were much calmer. The eye of the storm had finally reached Okinawa. Terry stirred next to me. I nudged him with my elbow.
“Wake up, Smith,” I shouted. “It’s time to make the food.” Terry pried himself away from me, but not before he covered my face with kisses. We both jumped in the shower together. I had to practically shove him out of the tub so that we didn’t begin another round of sex. He had meat to grill, and I needed to finish the side dishes. As we resumed our previous groove in the kitchen, the phone rang. After a quick conversation, Smitty came back into the kitchen all smiles.
“That was my boy Flip,” he explained. “They leaving the other party, and coming over here. That’s cool with you, right?”
“Sure,” I answered. “It’s your house.” I tried to mask the disappointment in my voice, but it was pretty obvious that I wanted us to remain alone.
“C’mon girl. Don’t act like that. We’ll kick it with them until the typhoon is over. Then, everybody will leave so we can be alone. I promise.” Smitty grabbed my waist, and planted a big kiss on my lips. Silently, I prayed that the typhoon was over in record time. But, I knew it would be many hours before that actually happened.
Smitty’s friends turned out to be hilarious. We ate, drank, played cards, and listened to music. It was everything I would’ve been doing back at the dorms, just with a different group. And, it turned out that I actually knew a few people who came over. Yep, that’s Okinawa for you. Somehow, you always manage to run into people you know no matter where you go.
Everyone did leave after the typhoon. Terry and I spent the rest of our time together sexing each other to the point of soreness. The next day, we reported back to Camp Kinser. And, guess who was waiting for us in the warehouse? My supervisor came out to the Marine base to make sure I was okay. When he couldn’t locate me at the base hotel, he began to worry. But, here I was all safe and sound. He apologized for forgetting me, and gave me the day off work. It was a Friday, which meant I now had a three day weekend. I couldn’t have been happier.
Smitty and I said our good-byes. He promised to call me. I was sure that I’d never hear from him again, but he actually did call me that weekend for a date. We ended up being together for about 6 or 7 months before he relocated to a base in Germany. Terry and I both agreed that long distance relationships just didn’t work. It didn’t help that we’d be stationed at bases with lots of temptations either. Those German and American girls were going to be all over him in Kaiserslautern. And I, being the Island Goddess that I was, would be overwhelmed with potential suitors.
I was sad to see my Smitty go, but I was never one to dwell on the past. Within a week, I was already working on his replacement. It turned out that his boy Flip had an agenda from the day he saw me at the typhoon party. I told you those military men are determined. And yes, Flip was fine as hell with a caramel complexion and a NFL runningback’s body. But that, ladies and gentleman, is a tale for another time. Until then, keep it sexy.
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