Wednesday, February 17, 2010
It started as any other day would for me. I had a routine that I followed and today was no different except for the strange encounter that has changed my life forever. I began with my usual morning jog through the woods along the river. I remember it was a windy morning and the branches and trees swayed to their limit as forest canopy caught the strong gusts. I had come to a narrow section of path that opened up to a wooden bridge that traversed the river. As I headed through the narrow opening a strong gust of wind was captured by the low hung branch of a silver oak, which snapped under the strain. The large branch swung right into my path just as I was ducking to clear it striking me solidly in the forehead and laying me out on my back on the path. I lay there for a moment, dazed when I heard a voice speaking to me from the riverbank.
“Mister! Over here! Help!” The voice cried out. I blinked in disbelief when all I could see was a female mallard snagged against the bank in fishing line.
“Are you talking to me?” I asked foolishly, forgetting for a moment I was having a conversation with a duck!
“Yes of course! Do you see anyone else around?” The mallard asked sarcastically.
“That kind of tone isn’t going to win you many friends.” I replied a littler annoyed.
“Listen mister, I’ve been stuck here for hours so you’ll forgive me if I’m in a bit of a mood, but if you free me I’ll grant you a wish.” The duck offered apologetically.
“Now why would I believe a duck could grant me a wish?” I asked, my tone clearly one of disbelief.
“How many duck do you know that can talk?” asked the mallard and after a pause of silence while I tried to recall ever having met a duck that could talk before, I concluded this duck had a good point.
“I thought so!” Said the duck. “Now get me out of here!”
“Not so fast!” I exclaimed before asking, “How do I know I’ll get my wish?”
“I guess you’ll have to trust me. After all what have you got to lose?” The duck asked, and I certainly couldn’t argue with his logic.
After several minutes I managed to untangle the line from the duck. She began quacking and swimming in circles fluttering her wings and wriggling her tail. “I’m free!” she exclaimed and now what is your wish kind sir?” she asked.
I had never given much thought to a wish before. What was the point really? Did wishes ever really come true? None that I knew of, unless they were fulfilled by my own hard work and efforts so I just wished for whatever came to me in that moment never believing it would come true.
“I wish I could have sex with anyone I want at will!” I exclaimed as just the thought of such a power brought a smile to my face.
The duck again began quacking, swimming in circles flapping it’s wings and wriggling it’s tail before exclaiming “It is done! Thank you kind sir and good luck!” With that the duck flew off.
I stood up and rubbed my head before jumping over the downed branch and continuing on my jog. While running along I began thinking I must be getting fat. I could feel my once tight chest was now bouncing along in rhythm to my step. “My God!” I screamed as I looked down at a pair of bouncing 36C breasts where once my manly chest had been!
As I stared down in shock my long blond hair streaked with sweat fell off my shoulders into my face. Without thinking I brushed it back behind my ears before realizing that I didn’t have long hair when I left the house this morning! “What the fuck…!” I screamed out as I headed toward a quiet pool in the river to view my reflection. There in the pool looking back at me was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen! Her lips were full and soft. Her eyes were shade of green like that of a mallard head. Her cheekbones were well defined and as I reached up to touch her soft skin I realized I was touching my own face! “Holy shit!” I whispered in shocked disbelief.
Obviously I wasn’t going to work today, I thought, as I stood in shock wondering what am I going to do? I reached down inside my sweats to address the itch between my legs when I got the biggest shock of all. Instead of the humble but proud penis and balls that I was used to scratching was a hooded nub and a pair of pussy lips! My finger traced my new found slit and rubbed gentle circles around my clit as my mind tried to make sense of what had happened. Slowly the wetness between my legs began to build the heat at the center radiating out and down my thighs. I was no longer thinking about my predicament and instead was lost in the pleasure I was giving my self. My heart was racing and my breathing was quickening as I felt my first clitoral orgasm explode buckling my knees momentarily. I slid a hand under my shirt and began pulling and twisting my swollen nipple as I slid two finger into my hole. A moan leaped from my throat as I threw my head back fingering myself viciously when suddenly I felt my pussy twitching wildly, my thighs trembled and my legs almost collapsed under me as I cried out sending birds in flight from the branches above. I lay back on the path staring up at the sky while I tried to catch my breath and collect my thoughts.
“It’s the wish…that fucking duck!” I thought. I wanted to be able to get laid at will and this was the duck idea on how to make that happen? I must admit, the idea began to appeal to me even though it wasn’t what I had in mind, but after experiencing those orgasms, I thought, what the hell, why not give it a shot? Suddenly, I had the urge to shop for a new outfit and get ready for a night out at the clubs!
After having rushed home to shower, experience a couple more orgasms, and then change, I headed for the mall to get some things. I’m sure I was a sight as I walked into Victoria Secrets with my oversize jeans and tee shirt. Those clothes fit me well when I was a man but now hung from me like a mannequin at a Hip Hop boutique for inmates! Of course, there was no way I could wear those briefs hence the reason for my first stop. Well, that and the need for sexy lingerie for later.
My next stop was Macy’s where I found this cute little black cocktail dress with a plunging neckline that, along with the push up bra I got from Victoria’s Secret revealed just enough of my voluptuous new breasts! I looked a little ridiculous walking around in that dress with a pair of men’s jogging sneakers so my next stop had to be for shoes. I found the perfect pair of stiletto heels in the Shoe Experience that accented the lines of my legs beautifully. They were a half size too small and difficult for me to walk in but at 50% off I couldn’t resist, and I got them to throw in a matching clutch!
I was almost ready but I had to make one more stop at the salon. After all, what the hell did I know about make up and hair? Besides, these damn shoes were already beginning to hurt my feet! After a shampoo, cut, curl, manicure and makeover Cindy held the mirror up behind me. “You look beautiful!” she exclaimed with pride in her work.
“Yes, I do don’t I? Thank you Cindy!” I exclaimed, smiling as I handed her a fifty.
By time I was finished with the salon it was dinnertime. It took me all day to make myself into this stunning sex goddess and I had some newfound sympathy for my sisters that had spent their entire lives doing the same thing. I must admit though, I was feeling really good about myself. I had a sense of great power like I could do anything, get anything I wanted and I was determined to do just that! First, I had to get something to eat.
I walked into the TGIF and sat at the bar pretending like I was waiting to meet someone.
“Can I get you anything?” asked the handsome bartender. He had been at the other end of the bar making his way around to his other customers when he spotted me taking a seat and he rushed right over.
“Perhaps just a glass of water.” I responded with a smile “I’m waiting for someone.”
The bartender had been glancing over at me and we exchanged smiles while I sat nursing my water before he came back to check on me.
“Can I get you anything else?” he asked politely. I leaned into him granting him a view of my remarkable cleavage, and began to cry.
“I’m sorry” I sniffed, “I was supposed to me a blind date here and I’m afraid he’s stood me up.”
“Don’t cry over that jerk! You’re so beautiful you could get any man you wanted!” he said trying to comfort me.
“It’s not just that,” I said “To make matters worse while I was trying on this dress someone stole my wallet out of my bag,” I sniffed.
“Listen, uh, what’s your name?” He asked
“Angela, but my friends call me Angie.” I sighed.
“Listen Angela, why don’t I get you a drink and a bite to eat then maybe you’ll feel better.” He said.
“Thanks… Bob is it?” I asked, looking at the golden nametag on his shirt and extending my hand to clasp his.
“Sure thing Angie!” he said smiling.
Wow! I thought I was in the zone! Dinner and drinks for free and I didn’t even have to kiss the guy! After I finished dinner I shook Bob’s hand and thanked him again. After handing him a bogus phone number, I headed back to my car and off to the dance club “Anthony’s” for more drinks, dancing, and multiple orgasms which, I had every intention of counting!
It was still early and the bar was sparsely populated. I took a seat at one corner and waited for the pretty bar maid to service me. She was flirting for tips with a group of guys at the opposite corner of the bar and had their attention except for one of the least attractive of the group that was eyeing me over. I flashed him a shy smile and watched as he instructed the barmaid to give me whatever it was I was drinking. I watched her as she walked towards me in her skintight short shorts wriggling her firm ass for the suckers at the bar. “Hi the boys down there would like to buy you drink.”
“Well isn’t that nice! What’s your name honey?” I asked her.
“I’m Susan and you are?” she asked as she extended her hand.
“My friends call me Angie,” I said. “Are those boys good tippers?”
“I do pretty well if I shake it enough for them” She said, laughing. “Men are suckers for a pretty flirt!”
“Tell me about it!” I laughed in agreement, “and they’re woefully inadequate at satisfying a woman!”
“You got that right Angie,” she said as she winked at me.
“Say Susan, what time do you get off tonight?” I asked rather boldly.
“That depends on when I get you in bed” she chuckled, “but I work until 2.”
“Then if I need a ride later you won’t mind taking me home?” I asked.
“Not at all sweetheart.” She said with a smile “now what are you drinking?”
“Grey Goose chilled with an olive.” I replied.
Susan poured the drink and placed it in front of me before leaving to wait on more customers. It was almost too easy, I thought, I already had a definite date tonight! I raised my glass and nodded to the gentleman that bought me the drink as he made his way over towards me.
“Hi. I’m Angie”, I said as I shook his hand “Thanks for the drink.”
“I’m Billy”, he said “and those are my friends Steve and Tom.”
Oh Christ! I thought, there’s no way I’m going to fuck this guy or any of his friends for that matter. Certainly it would take at least 3 more of these vodka martinis before I could even tolerate talking to them. For now though, I was going to milk them for all the drinks I could get until something better came along.
“Should we invite your friends to join us Billy or did you have other plans?” I asked teasingly.
“Well… I…uh… Billy stammered.
“You, er what Billy? You thought you would buy me a drink and I’d just roll over and let you fuck me?” I asked as I downed my drink.
“No! It’s not like that! I just thought I…er…was being friendly.” Billy explained.
“Well order me up another and let’s dance.” I commanded and Billy meekly obeyed.
I was laughing so hard on the inside I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face! This guy was like a puppet on a string. I could get anything I wanted out of him, but he wasn’t what I was looking for. After all, I was hot! I could have any guy I wanted and this guy didn’t even come close. I soon sent him packing back to his friends.
I spent the next couple of hours meeting people in the bar. One after another men would approach me buy me drinks and use their best lines or lame conversation in an effort to stick their anxious dicks between my thighs. There was the guy with the tan a white ring around his finger where his wedding band had been; telling me he and his wife had an “open relationship”.
“Yeah?” I asked, “then you wouldn’t mind taking me back to your place and having her join us would you?”
Then the countless others with their lame pick up lines.
“That dress would look great on the floor next to my bed.”
“Yeah? Well when I’m done with it I’ll let you borrow it asshole.”
“Say you want to see something swell?”
“Do you think you’ll be able to find it then? Asshole!”
“Would you like to dance or should I just screw myself again?”
“Just screw yourself I’d hate to break up a beautiful relationship, asshole!”
The funny thing was that even though I could have easily taken any one of these guys home and fucked the living shit out of them, I had no desire to! I was actually getting annoyed at even having to deal with them. I was even at the point where I was willing to buy my own drinks just so I didn’t have to talk to them!
By 2 o’clock I was pretty hammered and ready to call Susan on her promise to give me a lift home. I was actually looking forward to having sex with her. My pussy was getting moist just at the thought! I imagined her pretty face buried in my muff her tongue delicately titillating the tip of my clit bringing me to orgasm after orgasm! Hell I didn’t need some guy poking me in my pussy to feel good.
“Susan I think I’ll take you up on that ride home.” I said with a slight slur.
“Sure thing,” she said with a smile “and if you don’t mind my friend Jake need a lift as well.” She said taking Jake by the hand and introducing us.
Jake was a large muscular man with long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. His thick arms were graced with numerous tattoos. He had dark mysterious eyes and a warm smile.
“Nice to meet you.” I slurred, as I wondered why I hadn’t seen him in the club until now.
When we got to my place I invited Susan and Jake up for a nightcap. I handed Jake a Beer and poured a glass of wine for Susan and myself. Jake sat in the recliner that faced the sofa where Susan and I sat next to each other. We toasted to new friends and made small talk for a few minutes, but I was beginning to feel a fire burn between my thighs and I knew the only way to quench it was to feed my desire. “You have beautiful tits Susan, do you mind if I touch them?” I asked.
“Yours are pretty nice to and I’ve been waiting all night to get my lips around them.” Susan said, as she guided my hand under her shirt. Her tits were firm but soft and as I caressed them I felt her nipple swelling between my fingers. She slid one hand up my thigh and leaned over pressing her lips against mine. I could see Jake shifting uncomfortably in the chair while he watched, the bulge in his jeans becoming more evident. Susan pulled away lifting her blouse over her head. I turned and held my hair up so that Susan could undo the zipper of my dress before I stood and let it pool at my feet. I unhooked my bra releasing my boobs from their bondage. I held them in my hands lifting them up towards my lips as my tongue flicked over my own nipples. Susan stood and wriggled out of her shorts her warm dark eyes watched me as she licked her pink full lips.
We embraced and kissed passionately our tongues slowly exploring the other’s mouth while our hands roamed over the other’s body. Susan had the sweetest and tightest ass I had ever felt on a woman and I couldn’t wait to taste her honey. Her hand slipped between my thighs and gently traced the outside of my slit before coming to rest on my clit forming gentle circles as we continued to kiss. I pushed her back onto the sofa and mounted her in the 69 position. I felt her face against my pussy her tongue darting into me set off my first orgasm. My moans of pleasure lost in Susan’s own depths, swallowed by her hungry hole as I drank in her nectar.
Susan wrapped her legs around me holding me tight against her pussy as her legs trembled and her hips bucked in ecstasy. Her grip also served to hold me in place while Jake took position behind me. I had forgotten all about Jake who had stripped naked as he watched events unfold before him. His massive erect cock was bigger than any I had ever seen in my lifetime and quite frankly I was afraid he’d split me in half with that thing! After all, I hadn’t been a woman for very long and I had no idea what I was capable of but I was about to find out!
Jake slid into me slowly as if he knew I’d never been fucked before. His massive member stretched me to the limit and I suddenly realized size does matter as my pussy surrounded his hot steel and quivered almost violently. He was moving in and out in short strokes while Susan sucked his balls. Susan was cumming again and again soaking my face with rivers or her sweet release. Jake had me by the hips and began pounding me harder, faster, while Susan’s tongue flicked along his shaft his movements to quick for her to maintain his balls in her mouth. I was screaming in pleasure my pussy wracked with tremors as I exploded in a gushing orgasm. Jake exploded inside of me steamy hot jets that seemed to spurt endlessly flooding out of pussy and spilling over Susan’s face.
I was not prepared for what was to happen next. Susan’s pussy quivered again a stream of warm water flooding out of her pussy. I felt as though I was drowning! I struggled to catch my breath to surface from her depths! I blinked hard. I was dazed, confused and flailing my arms!
“Are you all right?” I heard a female voice implore from out of the wet darkness.
“Looks like you had a nasty fall fella!” A deep gruff voice added as I blinked the water from my eyes.
Kneeling over me was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen! Her lips were full and soft. Her eyes were shade of green like that of a mallard head. With her was a tall muscular man with a ponytail his arms adorned with tattoos. Both of them were wearing jogging shorts with tee shirts and carrying water bottles.
“That’s quite a nasty bump on your head there hun!” said the beautiful woman.
“What happened to the duck?” I asked.
“Duck? What duck?” said the muscular man.
“Do you think we should take him to the hospital Jake?” asked the beautiful woman.
“Let’s get him to his feet Susan and we’ll see.” Jake replied.
“Do I know you?” I asked.
“I don’t think so. You were out cold there for a while mister! Just relax. I think you’ll be all right in a few minutes” Jake said.
“Maybe so I said, but I don’t think I’ll ever be the same!” I exclaimed.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Jane held Bill tight her arms wrapped tightly around him and arched her back to meet his thrusting hips. He was panting heavily lost in the moment of pleasure and he couldn’t hear the tone of disinterest in Jane’s moans. Jane was excited to be sure, but it had nothing to do with what Bill was doing. Jane was thinking about Tom and their plans for escape.
Jane had met Tom at a gathering of her reading group, a group she joined to escape the humdrum existence of being a stay at home mom and devoted wife. She had tired of her daily existence. There had to be more to life than cooking, cleaning, and helping the kids with their homework. She longed for stimulating conversation that would engage her mind. She always loved reading and for many years that was her method of choice whenever she needed to get away. Often she tried to inject her impressions on what she was reading into conversation with Bill at the dinner table or while sitting in bed as Bill watched TV. But Bill always seemed to want to talk about the same things, the kids, things that needed to be done around the house and the errands he needed Jane to handle.
Of course, money was another subject discussed often and Jane’s eyes would just glaze over whenever Bill went on about the family budget.
Bill tensed, as he pressed tight against Jane. His body shuddering filling her with his release as his face lay on her breasts his hot breath flowing over her like gusts of wind on a warm summers day. Jane stroked his hair and thought back to the time when she first met Tom. It was at home of one of the members of the book club where a birthday celebration was planned for Sue another long time member of the group. The meeting had been opened to friends and spouses of the members and Sue had convinced her husband Tom to join them. Jane sensed a connection the moment they met. It was a feeling there was something that they shared in common and she came to believe this more and more as they talked at length almost exclusively to each other.
“So what do you do for a living?” Jane asked.
“I’m a full time lawyer and part time agent trying to get my wife a book deal.” Tom replied.
“How’s that going for you?” Jane continued.
“To be honest, I’d rather spend my time making money.” Tom complained, “Sue is constantly spending money extravagantly as you can see.”
“Yes, you do have a lovely home.” Jane replied.
“Well it didn’t get that way selling Sue’s books that’s for sure!” Tom exclaimed. “Don’t get wrong, I’m happy that Sue has a hobby, I just wish she’d realize she doesn’t have any talent!” Tom went on. “All this time I spend shopping for a publisher I could be making money!”
“Still it’s nice that you support her” Jane said, “I wish my husband would do as much for me!”
“Are you a writer as well?” asked Tom. “Only in my dreams” Jane replied “But maybe one day.”
“Well, if you ever need an agent, you know who to call!” Tom said.
Jane was really impressed with Tom and envious of Sue. Tom was a handsome man, well built and well groomed. He had light brown hair parted to one side and the beginning of some premature gray that peppered his short side burns and gave him a distinguished look. He was intelligent, charming and engaging. When he spoke to you his hazel eyes never looked away, sending the clear message that he was listening and he was interested.
Bill had rolled over and was snoring now. Jane was just too excited to sleep. She couldn’t believe she was able to keep the secret from Bill. Her life was about to change in a big way, in a way she only dreamed about but never imagined could really happen to her.
She thought back to her last meeting with Tom. Jane had been out running errands and decided to stop by Friday’s for lunch. It was important that she stick to her routine, at least until she was able to talk to Tom. She and Tom would meet there often before they’d share an afternoon delight at the Ramada across the street. She hoped to catch him there, to share the secret with him, to watch the look on his face as she told him, and to ask him to represent her while she pursued her dream.
Tom had walked in with some co-workers when he spotted her big blond hair, the tight curls falling down to her shoulders. She sat facing the door her beautiful blue eyes scanning hopefully, impatiently for Tom. She could barely contain her joy when his eyes met hers, he excused himself and joined Jane at her table, kissing her gently on the cheek.
“Hi! What are you doing here?” Tom asked.
“Did you ever want to escape?” asked Jane, “You know, just pack up and run away?”
“Who hasn’t had that dream!” Tom exclaimed.
“If that dream could come true for you today, what would you do?” Jane asked.
“I’ve often thought about selling everything I own, buying a Harley and riding off into the sunset.” Tom went on “Perhaps writing about my adventures along the way. What about you, what would you do?” asked Tom.
“Oh, I’d buy a sailboat and travel the Caribbean.” I’d write about the people I’d meet and the places I’d visit. I’d write about my lover and my passion and the erotic experiences we’d share on the water!” Jane gushed enthusiastically.
“Sounds wonderful!” Tom exclaimed, “When do we leave?” he chuckled.
“If you’ll be my lawyer and agent, I’ll leave those details to you.” said Jane, her tone becoming suddenly serious.
“What are you talking about Jane?” Tom asked baffled by this discussion.
“I’ve won the lottery! Five million dollars! I want you to represent me and to help me escape!” Jane gushed.
Bill woke with a start as the alarm clock blared to life flashing 6:30AM on the digital display. Jane hadn’t slept a wink. She allowed the alarm to go off sticking to her normal routine. Jane wasn’t worried about a thing. There was nothing to pack; she would just buy everything new. She arranged for a sitter to watch the kids and would leave a note for Bill explaining everything. Tom would draw up divorce papers and she would share custody with the children taking them in the summer and when they were off from school. They would be leaving this morning, right after Bill leaves for work and flying into the Bahamas and staying at the Atlantis on Paradise Island.
Jane was ecstatic! She was living her dream. They had been here for a week now looking at seaside properties with dock space and room for a boat. Jane had been on a shopping spree buying designer clothes and accessories and charging them to the room. She had already written three chapters of what was going to be her first book. Tom was a godsend taking care of every detail. Setting up the Swiss bank account and making sure to minimize the tax liability. He even read and discussed her chapters contributing his opinions and giving her pointers on her writing while shopping for a publisher on the island.
Now Tom had mounted her from behind. His hands held her hips as he rocked slowly back and forth. He didn’t want to rush. He wanted this to last. This would have to be his best performance lest she become suspicious. Jane moaned in delight enjoying the pleasure he bestowed in her. She rocked back on his member squeezing him and urging him on. “Yes baby, oh yes that feels so good!” she moaned panting. Tom couldn’t even stand to look at her anymore. He was tired of running all over the Island looking at homes and shopping. Tired of the endless requests by Jane for this and that. Worst of all was her god-awful writing that he was forced to read and that she expected him to sell. All he could think about was the Harley that awaited him in Switzerland and how he would finally be able to live his dream.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Aamaal Al Souhail stood by the window looking out at the destruction of her once beautiful country and counted her blessings. She was a modern Arab woman so she dressed in a more western style. Still she wore her headscarf whenever she was outside and her clothing was loose fitting so as not to accentuate her fine figure or reveal her ample breasts. Her skirt fell to the center of her calf hiding her shapely legs from the probing eyes of the Arab men that studied her as she traveled with her crew.
Even by western standards, Aamaal was a beautiful woman. She had shoulder length dark black hair and dark mysterious eyes. She was an enthusiastic woman with a ready and friendly smile that belied the experiences she faced in the 30 years of her life in Iraq.
As a young girl, she witnessed first hand the brutality of Saddam when she and her friend Sabria Mahdi came home from school one day to find the head of Sabria’s older sister displayed on a stick in front of her house. Sabria’s mother was kneeling on the ground beside the body wailing and her father had been taken away.
Now with Saddam gone the danger to women was worse than before. She knew at least two of her friends from her old neighborhood that were kidnapped and raped by insurgents and then later killed by their own families to preserve their name in what has become a common event known as an honor killing.
She lived now in the Al-Rasheed Hotel inside the green zone of Baghdad where she worked as a translator for a western news agency. She was relatively safe here now but her work for the Americans meant that she could never go outside the green zone without an armed escort. She knew translators were routinely kidnapped and beheaded but she loved her job and hoped that one day she would get the opportunity to go to America, perhaps with him.
Greg was tired. He spent the last 12 hours chasing insurgents through the streets of Baghdad outside the green zone. They had kicked in some doors to find a cache of weapons. They took small arms fire in alleyway wounding two in his party. He was still upset about the young boy running towards him with the grenade in his hand shouting something he didn’t understand when the shot rang out from behind him exploding the boy’s skull.
Earlier in the week a patrol had come through this way offering money in exchange for weapons, and perhaps this was what the boy was after. Greg was no different than any of the other guys. He just wanted to get out of this alive. He saw too many of his friends killed, ripped apart by roadside bombs and picked off by snipers. The constant stress of trying to preserve one’s life was wearing, but to let your guard down for a moment could be deadly.
Greg got here by way of the reserves. He joined just before the war hoping to get a college education that he couldn’t afford and to make a little extra money. His life back home had been nothing but hanging out in singles bars hoping to find that one special woman that he could settle down and have a family with. Instead all he could muster was a series of one-night stands and meaningless relationships, which bolstered his decision to go into the reserves. How bad could it be? One weekend a month, two weeks a year, travel and see the world. He never dreamed he would end up here or meet someone like Aamaal.
They met after a bomb exploded in a market while Greg’s unit was on patrol. Aamaal’s crew was dispatched to get the story. Greg was trying to question witnesses and was looking for someone that could speak English when Aamaal and her crew approached him to find out what was going on. Greg asked Aamaal to translate for him, “Ask this man if he’s seen any foreign fighters in the area recently”. Aamaal posed the question and listened intently to the answer her lips curling up into a smile she tried hard to suppress.
“Well” asked Greg, “what did he say”? “He said yes, you” replied Aamaal her eyes locked intently on his the smile spreading broadly across her face now. Greg was smiling now too as he studied her face. “Are you staying at the hotel?” he asked her. “Yes”. “I may need to question you further say around 19:00 okay?” Greg asked. “Of course.” she replied simply.
Aamaal means hope, wishes, or aspirations and she was waiting now and hoping Greg was all right and would get here soon. She had on a pink silk nightgown that ended mid thigh with matching pink panties under her terry cloth robe. Her firm breasts pressed against her gown the dark nipples barely visible through the opaque material. She paced anxiously by the window hoping her services would not be needed tonight.
Aamaal threw her arms around Greg’s neck when he finally arrived at the room. Greg had his hands on her waist his gun slung over his shoulder as their lips met and lingered for a moment. “I need a quick shower,” Greg said. “I’ll put up some tea,” replied Aamaal.
In Iraq one never knew how much time one had. With every incident Greg could be called to action or Aamaal might be needed to help get the news out, so for Greg and Aamaal, time was a precious commodity indeed!
Greg came out of the shower wearing only the terry cloth robe as Aamaal handed him his tea. They sat by the window looking out at the dark city sipping tea and talking, not about their day but about their dreams. Aamaal stood and let her robe fall to the floor while Greg eyed her up and down, drinking in her beauty, he moved slowly towards her lifting her in his arms and placed her gently on the bed. They stared into each other eyes quietly as their warm moist lips came to rest lightly together for a moment and then parting slowly the tips of their tongues danced delightedly as their mouths pressed tighter together in a deep passionate kiss.
Aamaal held Greg’s face and kissed his neck and shoulders while Greg wrapped his arms tightly around her. He brushed her hair from her shoulders and began planting light kisses on her soft skin. His moist lips trembling in anticipation as he kissed his way back to her mouth. Aamaal sighed softly as she tilted her head back while Greg sucked her neck softly, holding her skin in his lips and pulling away slowly. Aamaal held him tightly now as his lips worked their way down to her heaving breasts. Greg slipped the straps of the nightgown off her shoulders pulling it down to expose her already swollen nipples.
Greg cupped her breasts in his hands and studied her face. Aamaal smiled putting her hands behind his head, she pulled his face to her bosoms. Greg took turns paying close attention to each of her nipples. His tongue circled slowly around her areola before flicking rapidly over her nipple and then taking her whole breast in his mouth he would allow his lips to slide sucking softly as he pulled away.
Greg didn’t want to rush, but he also didn’t want to leave Aamaal without having brought her to the heights of pleasure. He reached under her gown slipping off the pink lace panties and raising the nightgown up to her breasts. He began kissing her belly, sucking in her soft skin with his eager lips and pulling away, moving lower and lower. He positioned her at the edge of the bed as he knelt on the floor. With her feet up on the bed his hands moved high up on her thighs between her legs. Aamaal was breathing heavy now her heart racing with anticipation. Greg’s large hands covered her waiting pussy his fingers gently folded back the already swollen lips exposing her bud. He massaged her moving in small circles while his anxious lips began sucking and pulling away the skin on her inner thighs moving higher and higher towards their ultimate destination.
Aamaal was already trembling by the time Greg’s lips arrived. Greg’s hands held her open as he pressed his mouth against her nibbling then sucking her clit and pulling away with his warm moist lips. Aamaal wrapped her legs around and pulled his head against her from behind clutching the sheets in her hands and arching her back as Greg’s tongue dived deep inside her.
Greg wanted to make her happy, wanted to please her. He knew of her life and knew she deserved so much more. He wished he could take her back to America with him and give her everything she never dreamed she could have, but here in Iraq there was nothing to give but each other and he was determined to give her all of him.
Aamaal tensed gripping Greg’s head tightly pulling his mouth against her as her pussy convulsed and twitched cumming again and again her moans filling the room while Greg drank in her juices. She reached out for him pulling him on top of her wrapping her arms tightly around his neck her legs in a scissor lock around his waist as the kissed deeply
Who was this man that God has sent to me, to give me such pleasure, such love? Aamaal thought. What have I done God to deserve such a gift? Aamaal was deeply in love with Greg. He unleashed feelings in her she never knew she had! She wanted to be with him all the time, to feel him inside her always, now, she thought as she felt his hard cock pressing against her.
Aamaal reached down and took Greg’s member in her hand. She stroked him gently up and down, palming the pulsing head and sliding back down squeezing his balls lightly. He loved the way she touched him, his cock jumping as she palmed the head. It was time.
He rose up his hips as she guided his cock towards her anxious pussy. The pulsating head of his prick parted her swollen pussy lips and pierced her pink depths closing back around and clutching his cock like a warm wet velvet glove. He held it there with just the head inside and he savored the feeling of the warm wetness surrounding him, resisting her as she wrapped her arms around him trying to pull him further inside. He pushed in slowly allowing himself to feel every inch of her depths and when he reached the bottom he pressed his lips against her kissing her deeply before he withdrew again pulling back until the throbbing head was beginning to open her from inside.
She dug her heels into his backside urging him to thrust his lance inside again, but he would not be rushed. Moments like this were rare in Iraq and in this place you never knew if there would be another. Greg wanted to savor every single moment, every feeling.
Aamaal couldn’t stand it anymore! She wanted him inside her, to pleasure him, to acknowledge the gift God sent her. She arched her back to receive him as he again probed her depths. He began moving in a slow rhythm now sliding forward to ensure his cock was in contact with her clit. Her hips rose in rhythm and her heels pulled him towards her with each thrust.
Their moans filled the room drowning out any thoughts as their bodies reacted instinctively to the pleasure they were each receiving. They were no longer in Iraq, in a hotel, in a bed making love. They had become one. They had become love itself. They could not hear their moans. The rhythm of their lovemaking was automatic as waves of ecstasy rippled through out their bodies.
Aamaal would peak first. Her pussy contracting, pulsing, gripping and releasing, her body shuddering, her thighs shaking, legs like jello, her screams of delight caught in her throat as Greg made his final thrust, collapsing against her tender breasts, his hips convulsing, waves of electricity shooting out from where he was embedded inside her and down his inner thighs, his body shook from his abdomen to his shoulders as his cock spewed his molten milk into her depths.
They laid together breath less, their arms wrapped tightly around each other, Greg still inside her savoring her warmth. They were looking into each other’s eyes, their thoughts only of each other and of a life they hoped to share together someday.