I'd like to thank my friend and editor Mel (melanieatplay), I couldn’t have completed this without her invaluable help. I’d also like to thank everyone who reads my work and offers their critiques and feedback. I always love hearing what you have to say.
After six beers and half as many shots I guess I started to drift off. As the topless strip club came back into full view and the sounds of the room filled my ears, I realized that the Chief had asked me a question.
“Jones, do you like her?”
“Her” was a 5’10”-ish redhead who maybe weighed a buck twenty. She had a gorgeous ass and magnificent 34D tits that I was admiring from about ten feet away. She was just finishing her set, dancing on the stage in front of us and it took me a moment to collect my thoughts and answer him.
“Yes, Chief, I think she is beautiful, and she has a great ass.”
He smiled as our eyes met.
“Jones, when she comes up to the table you are going to tell her that she’s beautiful and has a great ass. Then, you’re going to grab that ass and bite it.”
I couldn't help but smile.
“Yes, Chief, roger that!”
I had been in the Navy all of six months and I was a boot Seaman. In the Navy, a Chief Petty Officer was next to God in rank and when “God” tells you to do something; you do it, no questions asked.
As she walked up to the table, I realized just how stunning she was and that she had the most amazing green eyes. Feeling absolutely no hesitation, most likely due to the copious amount of alcohol I had ingested, I looked into those eyes, told her that she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and that she had a great ass.
She smiled and started to say what I expect was thank you, I grabbed her ass, pulling down her shorts about halfway, and bit it, hard. She let out a yelp and proceeded to punch me in the jaw. She knocked me and the chair I was sitting in over onto the floor.
I looked up at her and started laughing.
She looked at me, glared at the Chief with daggers in her eyes, and then brought her icy stare back to me.
Laughing might have been a big mistake, and with what I took for anger mixed with a little humiliation, she came at me. In any other club, I would have been in a hell of a lot of trouble. Luckily, the club was owned by a Navy Submariner, and both bouncers were submarine sailors that the Chief knew well. One pulled off the dancer, and the other lifted me and the chair back into an upright position. They were also both laughing, which did nothing for the dancer's opinion of me I’m sure. We were politely asked to leave for the night, which we quickly did.
Two days later, with a dozen long-stemmed red roses, I went back to the club, this time during the day and sober. I had found out that she was working and her name was Wanda. I also learned that she was twenty-four years old and did not currently have a boyfriend. It’s amazing what you can find out when your Chief is good friends with the owner.
Thinking back, I found it interesting that when the Chief relayed the information and I told him I was going to apologize, he said, “Jones, don’t fuck this up, she’s a nice girl.”
“You bet, Chief, I’ll be the perfect gentleman,” Thinking that was a little weird.
I have to admit I was not too sure of this move and I really didn’t want to get hit in the jaw again, even though the other night I didn’t feel a thing.
I smiled at that thought, thinking back to that Saturday night and that smooth ass on my mouth.
But I actually did feel bad and wanted to apologize and explain my actions. As I walked in, she was at the other end of the bar, saw me and started coming my way. I set down the roses on the bar, and put up both hands,
“Please, I just want to apologize, no biting I promise,” I said with a smile.
For a split second, I thought she was going to hit me again, but I noticed her glance at the roses, and then back to me.
“You are an asshole.”
Unexpectedly, she grabbed my hand and took me over to a secluded corner of the club. She then pulled down her shorts enough to show me a very nice set of black and blue bite marks on that very firm gorgeous ass.
“That hurt like hell.”
I apologized again and then to my surprise, realized I was asking to make it up to her by taking her out to dinner as I handed her the flowers. Wanda was undeniably beautiful, six years older than me, and although I was no slouch, she was way out of my league. I was pretty sure she was going to say no, and then, a faint smile broke onto her face.
“Apology accepted, but it’s going to cost you.”
She walked back up to the bar grabbed a napkin and wrote down her address and phone number.
“Pick me up at seven tomorrow night, dress nice, and don’t be late.”
She smiled, turned around, and walked away. She had no doubt I was watching her ass as she left, and she accentuated every step. My God, she was stunning. She looked back over her shoulder.
“Thank you for the roses; they’re beautiful.”
She winked, turned the corner and was gone.
I called her later that night and asked her where she wanted to go to dinner so I could make reservations. She said it was a surprise and that she had already taken care of it. I had no idea what was in store for me the next night.
I was at her place at precisely seven. She answered the door, stepped out, and closed the door behind her. She literally took my breath away.
Granted, I had already seen her topless and in skimpy shorts, but I was not prepared for the goddess that stood before me. She was wearing a simple black dress and, her long, flowing red hair was curled gently around her face. Her makeup was perfect, not subtle but not overdone either. Her green eyes shined and accented her red hair perfectly. The dress was tastefully cut low in the front and provided an excellent glimpse of her ample chest without exposing too much flesh. It had almost no back, with a narrow slit running nearly up to her waist and was mid-thigh in length. She completed her outfit with four-inch stiletto heels and a small clutch purse.
I had left my car in California and had borrowed a friends Mustang convertible. She asked me if she could drive and I told her yes.
I had a feeling she knew that in that moment, I would have given her anything that she asked for.
A few minutes later, we arrived at what looked like a very exclusive and probably very expensive Italian restaurant. We had a wonderful dinner and talked like we had been friends forever. I still couldn't believe I was having dinner with this beautiful woman and moreover, she seemed to be enjoying herself.
I’m not sure if it was the bottle of wine speaking, or the fact that she seemed very comfortable talking to me but the conversation started to turn more intimate. At one point she paused thoughtfully and told me that although she was initially angry when I bit her on the ass, she was also turned on by it. She went on to say that she really liked getting her ass fondled, bit, and spanked. However, she didn't like rough stuff and she preferred to keep things light and fun.
At the same time, I felt her foot starting to rub up and down the inside of my leg. It felt like an electric shock as her bare stocking covered toe moved higher up my leg. I was rock hard instantly. Lucky, dessert came because any more of her foot on my leg and I was going to cum.
We had Tiramisu and Creme Brule. I felt emboldened and started feeding her the desert. A little bit of the crème fell on her chin, and I moved my hand to her face and swept it up on my finger. She grabbed my hand and pulled that finger into her mouth and sucked the cream off. I drew my finger out of her mouth, leaned in and replaced it with my mouth. For a moment time stood still, and we didn’t move, then slowly she started to kiss me back. We kissed for just a few seconds, and I leaned back into my seat. We finished dessert taking turns feeding each other. That was the first time I had ever done that, and it was very erotic.
When the bill came, I paid it. Before we got up to leave, I looked into her mesmerizing green eyes.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever had the pleasure to take out to dinner."
Her face broke into a slight smile.
“Take me home… Now!”
There was a bit of hardness in her voice. I started to panic, my fantasy that had been playing out in my mind as we fed each other dessert was beginning to disintegrate before my very eyes. Until she leaned over and whispered into my ear.
Hand in hand, we walked through the restaurant and then waited for the valet.
“You drive home,” in a throaty, sultry voice.
The car arrived, I opened her door, and she got in. I tipped the valet, and we were off. She leaned over and started kissing my neck while simultaneously placing her left hand on my thigh. Her mouth moved to my ear, and her kisses were as sweet as honey. She bit my ear and moved her left hand and placed it directly on my raging hard-on. I jumped, and the car jerked to one side. After I promptly corrected, she moved her mouth from my ear, gently rubbed my erection, and softly spoke.
“Don’t worry big guy I’ll take care of you soon.”
Yesss… I'm going to have sex with a goddess!
Then, reality hit me. The “Goddess” was six years older than me, and I was sure she was much more experienced than I was. Unfortunately, my sexual history consisted of two girls who are just as inexperienced as I was.
Fuck it. I don't care!!
What I lack in experience, I’ll make up for in stamina and desire. When I say desire, I meant a desire to make her feel good, to make her feel like the goddess she was.
I pulled into her driveway, rearranged my somewhat less raging erection, and got out of the car. Before I knew it, she was already out of the car, around to my side, and pulling me toward the front door. She dropped her keys, and we both bent down to pick them up. When we stood up, our faces were inches apart, but not for long. When we kissed, it was not a quick light touching of lips for a brief few seconds.
This kiss was the Fourth of July fireworks of kisses. It did start out as our lips softly touching each other then slowly my mouth opened and her tongue lightly entered my mouth. As our tongues met, our desire for each other seemed to explode. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into her soft curves, and I felt her nipples hardening against my chest. My hands were in her hair, on her face, running down her back and then touching that glorious ass.
I grabbed her ass tightly, pulled her hips into me, and felt her warmth through my pants. She moaned into my mouth and pushed her butt back into my hands as I kneaded her sweet ass cheeks. After a few seconds, she pulled away from my mouth and started planting kisses all over my face and down my neck.
She broke our passionate embrace, pulled away, turned, unlocked the door, and pulled me through it. Once I was inside, she pushed me back up against the door and ripped my shirt open, sending buttons flying off in different directions. As she buried her face in my chest, she started unfastening my belt. I quickly reached behind her to unzip her dress.
Damm little zippers!
I finally found it and unzipped her dress. Simultaneously, her dress and my pants fell to the floor. She had not worn a bra and was standing there only in bright red panties. Grabbing the front of my underwear, she practically dragged me to her bedroom. I almost tripped twice trying to remove my shoes and get out of my pants. By the time we reached the bedroom, she had practically ripped off my underwear, and they fell very unceremoniously to the floor.
“Oh my God, I am so fucking horny.” She panted into my ear.
She roughly pushed me onto her bed and stood looking over me, her green eyes sparkled with lust. I wasn’t sure when or how she hit the light switch as we entered the room, but there wasn’t a lot of illumination because there was only a small lamp on her nightstand next to her bed. However, it was enough to highlight every curve of her body. She was truly a vision of perfection, and at that moment I would have done anything to feel her in my arms again. She pulled down her panties, stepped out of them and then literally jumped on top of me and held me in a death grip embrace as her lips sought out mine.
I laid there on the bed and just reveled in the sensation of this angelic being laying on top of me. As we passionately kissed, our tongues were at war with each other busy trying to explore each other’s mouths. I had both my hands on her ass, groping and kneading that succulent flesh. Her moans were getting louder as her mouth moved to devour my neck, her hands running through my hair.
I reached around and lifted her off of me as I traded places with her. One hand was still on her ass as the other one came up to massage her right breast, as my mouth found her left nipple.
I could hear her panting. Her breathing became shallow when I squeezed her right nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I then sucked more of her left breast into my mouth as my tongue swirled around the nipple. I groaned when I felt her fingernails clawing my back.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” she whimpered.
I moved my right hand from her ass and slowly started to massage her thigh. I moved my hand up and down the inside of her long, smooth leg stopping just short of her hot sex. I continued rubbing her thigh while my mouth trailed hot kisses down her smooth stomach. Teasing her, I stopped just above her sweet pussy. She had a trimmed patch of curly red hair lightly covering her small but very puffy and aroused outer lips.
She moaned when I cupped her ass with both my hands and used my tongue to lick over her asshole up to her pussy lips stopping just short of her clit. I slowly licked her like this a half dozen times before she grabbed my head with both hands.
“Don’t tease meeee, suck my clit and make me cum, please make me CUM, NOWWWW.”
I continued to work my tongue up and down her wet slit. After about a minute I stopped and concentrated on her clit which caused her to thrash on the bed. Her hips bucked hard and she cried out.
“I’m cumming, Oh God, Oh my God, I am cumming now”
I removed my mouth, quickly got in between her legs as she was still in the throes of her climax and plunged my raging cock deep into her very wet pussy. She screamed again as I started thrusting very quickly in and out her quivering flesh.
“Oh my fucking God, Oh God, oh My God, I’m fucking cumming again.”
Her voice was hoarse from her screams. The harder I thrust, the closer I was getting and I knew I couldn’t last much longer. Sweat was covering my entire body and I pulled out of her tight, hot, wetness. I rolled her onto her stomach and she got up onto her hands and knees and I entered her doggy style.
This was the first time I had ever been in this position, and as I fucked this magnificent redhead, I suspected I would have a number of firsts with Wanda, Oh wicked Wanda. I redoubled my efforts now fucking her pussy as hard and as fast as I could.
“Fuck me, fuck meeee, Oh God, fuckkk meee nowwww. Oh fuck my pussy, fill me with your hot cum.”
The other two girls that I have been with didn’t say anything during sex. They just moaned, squealed, or panted. Hearing Wanda’s screams and hearing her tell me to cum inside her pushed me over the top, and I sprayed hot streams of cum deep inside her sweet, tight pussy. That too was a first. I thrusted several more times and then collapsed on top of Wanda and kissed her passionately as I came down off of the most incredible orgasm I'd ever had.
After several minutes, I rolled off of her, wrapped her tightly in my arms, and never wanted to let her go. Still trying to catch our breath, we kissed each other gently. We broke our passionate embrace and our eyes met.
“I wasn’t going to go out with you because I thought you were too young and probably only wanted to say you fucked a stripper.”
Tears welling up in her eyes.
“I was so wrong.”
We drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. A few hours later, I awoke to her kissing my chest. She looked up at me with those sparkling green eyes.
“That was the best sex I have ever had,” now please make love to me.”
This too would be another first. I had only been with two girls. This was the early seventies and I'd guess only about twenty-five percent of my graduating class was having sex.
My first sexual experience was a two-night stand with a 19-year-old girl from Los Angeles that was visiting her cousin. I was seventeen, and she never knew that she had popped my cherry. I was only the second guy she had been with.
The second girl was my best friend’s sister the night before I left for Boot Camp. I think it might have been a mercy fuck as she was sure that I was going to go to Vietnam and get killed. She was just a few months younger than me, but I think she had been with a few guys from my high school. It was fast, furious, and over very quickly.
Wanda gave me a soft kiss which brought me back to the now.
She was laying on my chest, asking me to make love to her. I really had no fucking idea what to do because I wasn't sure what making love was. What I did know was I felt something deep inside for this beautiful, vulnerable, woman.
We turned on our sides and our lips met. We kissed slowly, tenderly, while my hands caressed her entire body. Our moves were slow and gentle. This time, I was in no hurry. I began caressing her neck and shoulders with long, sensuous, lingering kisses. I moved my mouth lower to her soft, milky breasts. I looked up at Wanda to see her eyes closed and soft sweet mewing sounds coming from her lips.
It seemed like hours passed as I explored her breasts and stomach then moved lower past her red, curly thatch of pussy hair. She opened her legs for me and I kissed her inner thighs.
I could taste our dried juices from the raw sex we had earlier. It was a salty, sweet, heady taste. Instead of being disgusted, I have to admit that it turned on to taste our combined passion from her skin. I marveled while this magnificent creature gently moved her body rhythmically to my kisses and tongue caresses.
I made my way to her right foot and took each toe into my mouth and sucked gently. What started as a gasp and giggles turned into a full, long moan.
This was totally new territory for me, and I loved every second of it. I continued on to the toes on her right foot as I luxuriously sucked each one. I then moved up her thighs until I positioned my body directly above hers with my cock resting in the cleft of her moist hot pussy.
I was about to give her another kiss when she opened her eyes.
“Oh baby that was so sweet; my whole body is tingling from your touch and kisses.”
Our lips met again and it was unhurried, soft, passionate, and luxurious. My hand trailed down her flat, tight stomach and rested just above her pussy. My fingers played in her red, curly pubes. Wanda gasped and bit my lower lip, drawing a little blood; it tasted warm and salty. My tongue deeply sucked on hers and I moved my hand lower and lightly brushed her sex.
She moaned and pushed against my hand. I took a finger and lightly ran it up and down her engorged pussy lips. She groaned loudly and bucked her hips upward. I stuck two fingers into her very wet gash and started moving them in and out slowly. While keeping my fingers inside her, I released her tongue and moved my body down hers. Seconds later, I was between her legs and I extended my tongue inside her as deep as I possibly could.
“Oh… Yes… Oh… Right there… Oh...” She moaned loudly.
I started twirling the tip of my tongue over her clit and then sucked it into my mouth. That sent her over the edge. She bit her hand, screamed, and bucked her hips wildly. It was her most intense orgasm of the night. I stopped sucking on her clit but lashed my tongue back and forth over it while simultaneously increasing the depth and speed of my fingers into her sopping wet sex.
Wanda came again squeezing her thighs hard against my hand. I kissed my way back up her sweaty body and buried my face into her neck sucking softly. She was trembling and mewing quietly into my ear.
We kissed again and I gently pushed my cock into her. Wanda moaned loudly into my mouth and wrapped her arms and legs around my torso. I deliberately moved slowly and gently in and out of her, feeling the muscles of her vagina squeeze around my cock.
Wanda was panting and moaning almost deliriously. It was as if she was trying to speak but only incoherent sounds came out. I kept the pace steady for several minutes until I felt her suddenly tense, groan loudly, rake her nails over my back, and go almost limp.
I could feel the telltale ache in my balls and knew I was very close. Gently, I increased my speed and almost immediately shot my very full load deep into her. She moaned again and as I looked into her eyes I saw them roll up and glaze over.
I quickly pulled out of her, sat up on the bed and lifted her into my arms cradling her body. After several minutes, her breathing started to return to normal and she opened her eyes, smiled, and snuggled into me and fell asleep in my arms. At some point, I remember laying her back in bed crawling in next to her and falling asleep as well.
I slowly woke up and quickly glanced to the other side of the bed. Wanda was on one elbow next to me.
We exchanged soft smiles until she began speaking.
“No, it wasn’t a dream, yes, I’m very real, and yes the sex was very real. It was very real and very good!”
She started to get on top of me, and I realized it was going to be a wonderful morning… a wonderful weekday morning.
“Oh, Fuck me to death!”
I looked at my watch; I had exactly five minutes to drive to the base, get to the barracks, shower, get into my uniform, and report for work.
I was a fucking dead man.
Abruptly, I pushed Wanda off me, jumped up, and asked to use her phone. Thankfully, the Chief made me memorize his number.
“Chief Roberts.” The voice on the other end growled.
“Err… Chief… ah... it’s Seaman Jones …”
Before I could say anything else, he interrupted me.
“Jones, you worthless piece of shit, where the fuck are you?”
“Ah… umm… uh… I’m at Wanda’s house, Chief.”
“What the fuck! Wanda, you mean stripper, Wanda?”
“Ah yeah, that would be the one.”
There was a pause on the line and In those three short seconds, I saw my Navy career evaporate in front of my eyes.
“Jones, yes I remember now. I have your request asking for today off right here in front of me and I'll see you tomorrow morning.”
There was another short pause.
And Jones, don’t ever fucking do this again!”
I could hear the chief laugh as he hung up the phone.
Oh, thank you, Jesus, thank you, Jesus!
I vowed to buy the Chief a bottle of very expensive Scotch, and I fell back on the bed.
Kneeling on the bed, hands on her hips with a look that said you better have a good reason for practically throwing me out of my bed, Wanda smiled and slid into my arms.
I spent the next couple of hours giving her a number of good reasons.