My Sailor

My Sailor

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

story about sex and passion

Summary

story about sex and passion

Content

Submitted: September 27, 2012

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Submitted: September 27, 2012

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I’ve been waiting for this day for months. The day where I meet You. We’ve talked on the phone a million times. Countless emails and text messages have been exchanged. We’ve even taken advantage of modern technology and used skype on a regular basis. But none of that can replace a face to face meeting. I call you “My Sailor”, you call me “love”. You have no idea that I’m coming today. You are expecting to pick me up at the airport tomorrow. But honestly, I couldn’t wait. I took an early flight, I’m going to surprise you at work.
I arrive at the base shortly after lunch. I park my rental car in the visitors parking lot. As I step out of the convertible, I feel the butterflies begin to twitch in my stomach. With each step I take, my nervousness grows. I want so desperately for this first meeting to be perfect. The long walk down the pier does nothing to settle my nerves. As I approach the main gate, I see you.
You’re standing tall, looking unbelievably handsome and regal in your uniform. The blues of the NWU’s compliment your eyes. You’re busy and don’t notice me until I am right in front of you. The minute our eyes meet, you drop everything you’re doing. The look on your face is priceless. You literally pick me up off the ground when you hug me. At 6’2” you tower over me and make me feel petite and pixie like. I love the feel of your arms around me. Our hug lasts and lasts, neither of us wanting to let go. After a moment or two more, we disengage from our embrace.
We walk hand in hand from the main gate back to your office. Along the way, we pass several of your shipmates. I notice one or two that look our way as you grip my hand a little more possessively. Your body tenses slightly and I whisper “what’s wrong?” You say nothing, but continue to grip my hand. Once we reach your office, you casually but firmly shut the door. Without warning, you slam me back against the wall and passionately kiss me.
I expected some fire between us, but this is molten lava. Your passion is pouring out of you. When I finally catch my breath, I ask if everything is ok. This time, you answer me. “The guys were checking you out, but you’re mine!” You growl the word “Mine.” I didn’t realize you could be so possessive, but its turning me on like crazy. I reach for you and whisper in your ear “I’m only yours.”
The sexual tension that had been building up for months, explodes. I began furiously trying to unbutton your jacket, even as you rip at my dress. I want to feel your skin beneath my fingers. As soon as I get your jacket off, you lift my dress over my head. I feel exposed in just my panties and bra, while youre still fully clothed, but you pause and let out a deep breath. “You’re beautiful” I hear you say, but the blood is rushing in my ears and I don’t fully comprehend the words. Before I have time to process, you push me against your desk.
In one deft move, you have cleared everything off the desk. Papers, pens, a cup holder and a book crash to the floor. I am desperate to get your tshirt off. I need to feel you. I tug the blue cotton over your head. I run my fingers through the spattering of hair on your chest. I inhale deeply. You smell of sea salt and cologne, the scent is manly and intoxicating. I feel slightly drunk between the scent of your body and the rush of adrenaline. You run your hands over my body, bending to kiss my shoulder and bite the side of my neck. I feel, more than hear, you whisper “Mine.”
The kissing and exploring quickly turn into a frenzy. Before I can catch my breath, you have pulled my panties off. Turning me around, and bending me over the desk, I feel the world spin. The atmosphere has changed. This is no longer deep kisses and words of endearment. This is primal. Your tone has changed. The words you growl at me are not romantic, yet they are highly arousing. “You dirty little slut, look at you waiting so eagerly for my cock to be inside of you.” My response to you is shake of my ass. You smack my ass hard, but I can tell you have a smile on your face. I hear the chime of metal rustling and then I feel the coolness of the metal slide around my neck. You’ve placed your dog tags around my neck and they dangle seductively in front of my breasts.
I feel you thrust into me roughly. The sudden intake of your breath is coupled with my whispered “Fuck!” I can feel the entire length of you sliding in and out of me. I feel your hands grip my hips as you dig your fingers into my flesh. “Take it like the fucking whore you are” you instruct, I answer with a resounding “Yes Sir!” The rhythmic thrusting of your hips against my ass matches the frantic beat of my heart. Lust and desire has completely consumed me.
The room begins to spin as you pull on the chain around my neck. My breathe hitches as you tell me what a naughty little girl I really am. My senses are overwhelmed. My skin is on fire, my heart is racing and I can barely breathe, but I know that I don’t want it to stop. And just when I’m afraid I might combust, I feel you still. A second later, you curse my name as you empty yourself into me. The sound of my name is enough to send me over the edge and I freefall into my own orgasm. We both stay perfectly still for a long while. Neither of us wants to move. Eventually you collapse to the floor and pull me down to you. Wrapping me in your arms, you whisper “Its nice to finally meet you.” I couldn’t agree more!


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