Tricia's Army Sergeant: A Story of Passion & Awakening in Mid-Life (3 page)

He walked up to the house with the chocolates
in his hand. Round two, he thought. Tricia opened the door. She
stepped back as he crossed the threshold.

"Hi."

"Hi, these are for you."

He put the box down on the side table and
took both her hands in his.

"Can I kiss you?"

She nodded.

He leaned in for his second attempt. He took
it slow but inside he was roaring. The sense of possession he felt
over Tricia was intense. By inviting him back, she let him know she
wanted him. To him, this meant she was his, his to protect and care
for. It was finally his right to love her.

He deepened his kiss, pulling her closer. He
didn't move his hands from her face and he most certainly did not
press his aching cock into her. He could tell by the way she
gripped his arms she was still nervous. It was different from the
grasp of passion or need. He broke the kiss and took her by the
hand to the couch.

He sat her next to him and draped her legs
across his lap. He could easily kiss her without threatening her
with his body. And kiss her he did, until she was almost crying
with need. He used all the self- discipline engrained in him from a
career in the Army. He believed his restraint would pay off. The
key was to get her to trust him.

He slowed down even more. Finally he pulled
away and looked into her eyes. She looked confused, highly aroused,
but confused.

"What do you want from me?" John queried.

"More."

"More what?" he smiled an easy smile.

Her eyes widened. She buried her face in his
shoulder.

"Tricia," his voice deepened, "we're both
adults. There's nothing to be embarrassed about…and I'm not…we're
not… going to do anything you don't want to do. I can wait for you.
I want to wait for you."

She was desperate, so very aroused. She
didn't blame him for wanting her to state what she wanted from him,
after earlier. But she didn't think she could say she wanted to go
to bed with him. She needed to go to bed with him. He was
waiting.

He massaged her neck and back. He smoothed
her hair and traced his fingers lightly up and down her arm. He
could be patient; he knew she was in painful need of what he had to
offer. He kissed her lightly on the top of her head.

"All right. Can I touch you?"

"Yes," she whispered into his shoulder.

He felt her lips move against his shoulder.
He was surprised she was still so shy.

With one hand under her chin, he lifted her
face to his. Using his other hand, he placed his thumb on her lips
and just slid down. He trailed over her chin and down her throat.
She shivered.

As he continued down to her breasts he spread
all his fingers across her skin. He closed his hand around one full
breast. On this point, he wasn't waiting for Tricia. He hooked his
thumb on the front of her blouse and pulled down. He scooped one
breast out of her bra. He scooped out the other.

"Been dreaming of this," he murmured.

John gazed down. Her breasts sloped down and
were very full at the bottom. Her pretty pink nipples capped the
entire top of the breast with big areolas and a thick nipple that
stood straight up. He wanted to bite it. Instead he circled the
nipples ever so lightly with his fingertips.

He looked back into her eyes. She had them
closed. John shook his head and continued to brush around the tips
of her tits. She was missing all the fun.

"You're beautiful," he whispered.

He wanted to see how sensitive she was but
all he was getting was her discomfort. He could either ask her to
talk to him or he could ask her to open her eyes. He decided,
instead, to close his fingertips around her distended points, both
of them, and tug lightly.

A small gasp escaped her lips.
That's it
darlin'
, he smiled, satisfied. Again, he tugged. She arched
slightly and breathed in quickly. He tugged again, pinching a
little harder. And then she made her first sound, a short throaty
hum.

"Do you like this?" He swirled his finger
around the large pink peak and pulled the nipple as far as he
dared.

She nodded her head imperceptibly. Her heavy
breathing was the only thing he had to go on. He felt like he was
coaxing a virgin. She was enjoying all that he was doing, but she
was not actively participating.

He kissed her while squeezing her whole
breast with one of his hands. He roved the other hand over her
face, neck, shoulders, through her hair and down her back. He
tipped her back into his arm and dropped his head to suck her.

She stiffened as he drew her into his mouth.
This is crazy
, he thought. She's had sex before. She'd been
married for twenty-five years for God's sake. And she was a very
desirable woman. He'd assumed because she was very attractive that
she was naturally very sexual. That belief couldn't be further from
the truth, as he was now discovering.

He was just getting going when she pushed him
off and started to sit up.

"Let's go into the bedroom," she panted.

She found him incredibly exciting. He shook
his head in agreement. She'd already put her tits back in her
blouse, when he stood and extended his hand to help her up.

"I'll meet you back there. Just give me
minute," she smiled meekly.

He cocked his head in question. She scooted
past him as he shrugged to himself.
What the hell was going
on?
He waited a few minutes and strolled back to where he
thought the master bedroom might be. It was dark; a dim nightlight
in the bathroom was the only illumination.

"Tricia?"

"I'm here, you can get changed in the
bathroom."

"How come it's so dark in here? I can't see a
thing."

"Well, we're going to bed."

"Oh, is that what we're doing. I thought we
were…."

"We are, we are."

"OK, then why is it so dark?"

"Well, that's how…isn't that what…" she
stopped.

"Darlin', I can't see you."

"That's OK."

"No, I mean, I want to see you."

"Oh."

"Don't you want to see me?"

Silence. He was feeling frustrated in more
ways than one.

"Can we turn the light on so we can
talk?"

"Yes, of course."

"Where?"

"I got it."

She touched the lamp on her bedside
table.

She was already naked, in bed, under the
sheets. He felt like he had transported back in time. He walked
into the bedroom and crawled onto the bed, lying down next to her.
He lay on top of the blanket that she was under.

"I know this is hard for you, Tricia."

He stroked the arm she had left out from
under the sheets, when she turned on the light.

"It must be very strange."

She was wide-eyed. He massaged her neck.

"But I want you to know. It's hard for me,
too. I'm just as nervous as you."

He thought that would make her feel better.
Maybe should would take pity on him.

"It would help me if you would tell me what's
going on. Are you feeling shy? Are you afraid because of what
happened earlier? Please tell me."

He shut his mouth. It was her turn now. She
hadn't given him anything.

"I'm just nervous. It's been along time."

"I get it. What about, I mean, do you feel
funny about the lights being on when we…"

"I'm not used to it. I don't know…"

She looked down.

"OK. Well, I need the lights. I want to see
you. It's important to me to see you. I've been thinking about
you…"

He wasn’t making any progress by talking. He
leaned in and kissed her. He put his hand on the fold of the sheet
covering her.

"I'm sorry. I'm just not as comfortable with
my body as you are. I'm afraid if you see me…"

"Oh, no, no, no. You have a great body. I've
been fantasizing about it, I mean, fantasizing about you, for a
while."

She was surprised by the fact that he had
been thinking about her for a while. They only just saw each other
a few days ago. While she mused over this, he slowly pulled down
the sheet, revealing a glorious pair of tits. His mouth went
dry.

"You're beautiful. I don't know what you're
worried about."

He sat up and took off his shirt. Now it was
her turn.

"You're beautiful, too," she murmured.

She reached out boldly and felt his chest.
She skated her hands across his shoulders, pecs, abs and back. He
felt very solid and hard and warm, so warm. He pulled her against
his chest and started kissing her neck.

She was now desperate beyond reason for him
to be inside her. She had said
slow
, but this was
excruciating. Her husband would just hop in bed and be done
quickly. There was no talking. John was different.

John stood up and unbuttoned his pants. He
pulled them down. She could see his full hard cock outlined in his
underwear. He looked like a model. She was fascinated by his
physique. His movements were so lithe, really graceful. He was in
complete control of his body.

He was staring straight at her when he pulled
down his briefs. She wanted to maintain her eye contact, but she
couldn't help but stare at the monster that emerged from his pants.
Her husband, Cary, was big; John was bigger. He adjusted himself,
stroking a few times, bringing himself fully erect. His cock
pointed to the ceiling. He was breathtaking.

John took the chance that he would shock her
by standing before her and undressing. He knew he looked good for
his age. The prolonged foreplay had his dick ultra hard and ready
to go. He hoped he would last for her.
Slow
, he reminded
himself.

He pulled back the covers and got in bed.

"Let's compromise. What if we leave the
lights on, but we'll both be under the sheets?"

He pulled her to him. He couldn’t wait
anymore.

"Tricia, let me inside you."

She opened her legs and he pressed
closer.

"Help me."

She did as he asked. She felt his cock in her
hands for the first time. She guided him to her pussy and spread
wider. Together they put the head of his cock inside her. He was
thick. He thrust. She cried out.

Her cries didn't stop him. He pressed slowly,
relentlessly all the way in. She opened wider to accommodate. When
he was up to his balls, he stopped and held her in place, her pussy
stretched wide. Tricia whimpered continuously.

"Tricia, you feel fantastic on me. "

He pulled out and pushed back in with
restrained force. He pulled and pushed into her increasing his
strength and speed. Tricia cried, with each thrust. Her tits
jiggled. John loved the look of her breasts bouncing around. He
reached down and squeezed and flicked. She tried to open more to
accommodate him.

"Tricia, you are so fucking beautiful."

His words shocked her and she looked up into
his face. It excited him to have her finally open her eyes and
watch his face as he bucked in and out of her. And then he started
coming.

Chapter 5

"Ahh, Fuck!"

He pushed all the way up as high as he could
get and screwed into her as he blew his wad.
Damn it
. He
came before she did.

He fell on top of her reveling in her soft
body. When he caught his breath, he found she was gently stroking
his head and back.

"I feel something. Right here."

She'd zeroed in on a scar he had from a
combat injury.

"From Somalia," he grunted

She knew better than to ask.

"That was nice," she complimented him.

He lifted up and looked down into her flushed
face.

"I'm sorry Tricia."

She shook her head.

"You know, we're not finished yet."

"Oh?"

He pulled out. She was left feeling empty. He
slid down her body, pulling the covers off her, exposing her. He
went to kiss her pussy and she jumped. She tried to pull him up and
away but she couldn't move him. He was looking at her. She was
humiliated but to her surprise she was also getting excited and
starting to wet herself.

He wanted to kiss her pussy badly. He felt
himself hardening again. He'd settle for touching her. He slid a
thick finger into her hole. She arched and he felt a slight clench
around his finger.

He moved back up to be next to her and began
kissing her soft mouth. He inserted a second finger and began
playing. God, it was great, just like being a teenager. He could
see her whole body, as she lay next to him, legs spread, without
the protection of her sheets. Of course she had her eyes closed,
but he didn't care at this point. He could feast on her while she
hid.

Before too long she was writhing and bucking
into his hand. She started crying his name.

"John."

"I'm here, Tricia. Relax, babe."

"Oh, John."

"It's OK, let me do my thing. I feel you. I
know what's happening."

"John, John."

"Come on babe, come for me."

He stroked and petted her pussy. He twisted
his fingers around and brought forth a lot of juice. He flicked her
clit and pressed on it, gently dragging the hood up and down over
the surface. She was transported. She opened her legs as wide as
she could. She was seeking something she hadn't known before. She
felt like she was climbing.

"John, please."

"OK, babe."

He pressed the palm of his hand flat down on
her clit and gripped her pussy tightly. He jammed his fingers in
and out of her hole. She started coming hard. He felt the entire
set of clenches and the flow of juice all over his hand. It was
fantastic. Her noises aroused him.

Before she recovered, he moved quickly and
positioned himself with her legs up on his shoulders. He wanted her
to feel all of him. He slid in easily.

"No, John… it's too much."

She tried to wiggle away from him, but she
was impaled on his dick.