flyboyB4
10-07-2009, 02:58 PM
I had flown in to Toronto to make presentations to a number of our Canadian franchise’s. I finished my work in a few days, but didn’t want to leave. I was staying at The Inn on the Park and loved it. Although the weather was quite cold for me, having come from Arizona I just loved the city. Reluctantly on Friday, I had checked out and went to the airport. I walked into the terminal and was in the midst of a sea of Olive drab uniforms. I had almost two hours before my flight, so I looked for a seat to sit down and just relax after the hectic few days. As I perused the seating area my attention was drawn to one gal, seated among all the uniforms. She was wearing a white blouse, black pants, and stood out among all the uniforms. Surprisingly, there were men and women in all these uniforms, save a few other people like myself. As I stood there, the uniformed man seated next to her got up and I hurriedly went to take his seat. I glanced over to this striking, beautiful blonde and said, “Hi, do you know why all these military people are here?” “Oh yes”, she smiled at me, and said, “There was a recruiting convention here all week.” “Really”, I countered, “but they’re all U.S. Army !” “Yes, they’re from all over the country.” “Wow,” I replied, “Here in Canada?” So we talked for 15 or 20 minutes and I found out that she was a recruiting Sergeant , in the RCAF, and was stationed in Vancouver and flying into SEATAC. “Well why aren’t you in uniform?” I asked. “Well, I have a long flight, and I didn’t want to be too conspicuous”. “Right”, I said, “You’re the only beautiful blond here in civilian clothes and you didn’t want to be noticed?” I chided her. I asked her if she’d like to get a drink and she looked at her watch, said “Sure” and we walked over to nearest pub that was wall to wall people in uniforms. I squeezed us over to a corner and we continued talking. I glanced at my watch almost 2 hours had passed and said, “Oh, I’ve get to get going to my gate”. She looked at her watch and said, “Me too.” We had really liked each other and were sorry to part. We were both leaving from the same level and only 4 gates away. As I got to my gate area, I stopped, she turned to me and I kissed her. She kissed me back. We stayed entangled and kissing each other for 15 minutes. When we broke the kiss, we got applause from every one who had seen us. I had her address in Vancouver. As I leaned back in my seat on the plane I could not get her out of my mind. I got the stewardess (that’s what they called them then) to give me some airline stationary and I wrote her a letter telling her how wonderful she was. I got home and mailed the letter. Two weeks later, I got a note from her and she told me her feelings were the same. I was enchanted. I used every trick I knew of to get a phone number. Finally, I called her office, and asked for her. She got on the phone and said, “This is Sargeant ******, how can I help you?” She was floored to hear from me. We talked and I asked her if she’d like to see me again. “Yes”, she said, “but how?” I said, leave it to me. I had a company Air Travel Card so getting anywhere I needed to be was no problem. I called her back and told her I had a flight into SEATAC on Friday evening arriving at 8PM. She said she’d be there. Remember I was coming from Phoenix, “the valley of the sun”, it was hot. I landed in Seattle and it was butt cold. I got off the plane and immediately started to shiver. There she was, waiting at the gate, with this great Army overcoat on, with her stripes on the sleeves, in her black heels and her cap. I went up to her, kissed her passionately, and she hustled me out to her car. I was freezing, she turned on the heat in the car, and while it warmed up, opened her overcoat and said, “Come here, I’ll warm you up.” Our passion was let loose. Our kissing was relentless, and I was getting hot, not just warm. “Where should we go?” I asked. “I’m taking you home.” she stated. We got to her apartment and she excused herself after telling me to make myself at home. I figured she had to pee. She came in the living room, stark naked, in her black high heels. I thought I was going to die. She was exquisite, her blond hair tumbling to her shoulders, a magnificent set of voluptuous 36B tits, with pert little nipples, porcelain skin, a large well trimmed dark hairy pussy, and unbelievable legs. She walked over to me and said, “Would you like to have me?” I mumbled something and proceeded to devour her. First to kiss her neck, then to her tits, and sucked one nipple into my mouth, all the while fondling her tight little ass cheeks. Did I mention that maybe she weighed 125 and that she was maybe 5’4”. She had her arms wrapped around me and was just moaning her approval of what I was doing. She reached down to find my now very hard cock, and was stroking it. We broke our embrace, and she stripped me of all of my clothes. When she got to my jockey shorts, she put her fingers in the waistband and slipped it over my engorged cock. “Oh yummy” she said. I fell back on the couch and she went down on her knees and just gobbled me up. I knew this couldn’t last long, so I lifted her head up, kissed her, and maneuvered her to the couch.
I spread her legs and lowered my head to her waiting pussy. I rubbed my nose in her hairy pussy, licked her lips and inserted my tongue into her wet, hot, pussy. She moaned and cooed, and uttered grunts and oohs and aahs. I could not get enough of her. After about 15 minutes she cried out, “Oh yes, please fuck me now” I couldn’t wait. I entered her tight pussy and began slow strokes and she was urging me, “harder, faster, deeper.” I sped up my strokes and could tell I wasn’t going to last much longer. I stammered, “I’m going to cum.” “Oh yes, do it” she replied.
I rammed my cock into her pussy and shot two spurts and a smaller one into her, and she came.
“Oh God, I love it,” she said. We spent that weekend in bed, coming up for food and drink occasionally, and I left Sunday night. We saw each other many times after that. She traveled recruiting and often I would fly in to spend the weekend with her. To this day, we speak to each other every Jan 15 on our mutual birthdays. We have both married since and both have had children. She is forever etched in my memory.
I spread her legs and lowered my head to her waiting pussy. I rubbed my nose in her hairy pussy, licked her lips and inserted my tongue into her wet, hot, pussy. She moaned and cooed, and uttered grunts and oohs and aahs. I could not get enough of her. After about 15 minutes she cried out, “Oh yes, please fuck me now” I couldn’t wait. I entered her tight pussy and began slow strokes and she was urging me, “harder, faster, deeper.” I sped up my strokes and could tell I wasn’t going to last much longer. I stammered, “I’m going to cum.” “Oh yes, do it” she replied.
I rammed my cock into her pussy and shot two spurts and a smaller one into her, and she came.
“Oh God, I love it,” she said. We spent that weekend in bed, coming up for food and drink occasionally, and I left Sunday night. We saw each other many times after that. She traveled recruiting and often I would fly in to spend the weekend with her. To this day, we speak to each other every Jan 15 on our mutual birthdays. We have both married since and both have had children. She is forever etched in my memory.