violencejack

Come on now, that was only a three week training mission. Early next year my unit expects to be deployed to some sandy sandy place, where god knows if I will be able to access a computer. I wish I could hug you all. Here is something I did while I was out.

A man opens a door. He wears a faded camouflage uniform with small bits of mud still clinging to it in places and a dark stain on one side. His combat boots are thickly caked with dust and scuffed badly at the toes. His face is deep tan, but you can still see the dark rings of weariness under his eyes if you look. His shaggy, light-brown hair is held somewhat in check by a camouflage hat that is crusted white around the brim with dried sweat. He moves slowly, fatigued, but but stands proudly erect despite the heavy rucksack on his back and the bulging duffel in his hand.
A woman rises from the couch where she had been pretending to watch TV and rushes to him, wrapping him in her arms and knocking a cloud of dust loose from his uniform.
"You're back!"
"Oh, angel, it is so good to be home."
He is fully a foot taller than her. He drops his duffel and lets the ruck straps slip off his shoulders to the floor, then stoops and gathers her in his arms, lifting her off the ground until they are face-to-face and kissing her fervently. Even so obviously tired, his eyes sparkle with new life in her presence. There is a long pause as they embrace and pour out their emotion for one another. A single tear rolls down his cheek before he lowers her gently back down to the floor.
" I am dead tired." He admits. "It has been four hours sleep the last several nights. They haven't let us shower in weeks, either. I know I must smell ungodly."
"Yeah, you are pretty stinky." She giggles teasingly, holding her nose. "Go down to that shower and see if you can find the man I love..." She points down the hall in mock sternness, then smacks his ass as he moves past her. Another cloud of dust poofs out from his uniform. He turns back to her and sticks out his tongue, then pads down the hall, unbuttoning his blouse as he goes. He stops at the laundry room and unlaces his boots, stripping off his clothes bit by bit. Each article of clothing is then ceremoniously dropped into the washer before he turns and continues into the bathroom.

The hot water fills the shower stall with dense steam. It burns into his sore muscles and relaxes him while turning his pale torso lobster red where his uniform had protected him from the sun. He scrubs at himself thoroughly, repeatedly with a soapy loofah. He is startled by a knock on the stall door. It slides open before he can respond, and her beautiful, smiling face peeks in.
"Ooooh...," She exclaims, putting a finger to her lip.
"Hey now," He exclaims, "No peeking, this is a work in progress!"
"I'm sorry," She purrs facetiously, "I just thought you might need a hand in here..."
She slides the door open a bit wider and steps through. She is completely naked. Her long hair is starting to be weighed down by the steam. From her soft, full breasts to her smooth tummy, curvaceous hips, and muscular legs, she is stunning. His semi-flaccid cock leaps to attention at the sight of her.
She stands on tip-toes, wraps her arms around his neck, and pulls him down to her so that she can kiss him. Her eyes gleam mischievously as their lips part and she takes the loofah from him.
"What have we here?"
She reaches down and rubs the loofah over his erect cock and balls, lathering them thickly.
"You are a very dirty boy."
She peers deep into his eyes as she takes his cock in her hand and strokes the slippery, soapy length. Once satisfied that she has thoroughly lathered every inch of his member, she splashes water on it until he is rinsed clean.
"That's sooo much yummier." She whispers. "Fresh and clean."
She kneels and looks over her work with satisfaction, noting the drop of pre-come forming on the tip of his cock. She looks up at him with her gorgeous blue-green eyes as she licks it off. He shivers and looks down at her, silently pleading for more.
She takes her time with him. First, she strokes his shaft slowly with one hand while she licks his purple helmet, then swirls her tongue around under the ridge of the helmet in that ultra-sensitive spot. He responds eagerly, moaning softly and thrusting involuntarily. He runs his fingers through her damp, red hair and tilts his head back, silently praying thanks to the goddess for blessing him with this amazing woman.
Next, she takes the tip of his cock into her mouth and sucks it as she strokes him. Her tongue dances on his sensitive spots as she pulls him into herself.
His moans gain volume as she draws him closer to climax. She quickens her pace and strokes his shaft harder in keeping with the involuntary gasps he emits. She can tell he is totally hers. She takes his balls in her other hand and massages them very, very softly.
She can feel his body tensing, see his stomach muscles rippling as he nears orgasm. She opens her mouth and stares up at him, waiting patiently for him.
He comes hard, thick streams of it landing on her tongue and the back of her throat. She smiles, pleased at making him come so quickly, then takes his tip back in her mouth and sucks hard, prolonging and intensifying his orgasm as she sucks every last bit of semen out of him. His body quivers and jerks with the intensity of it. He spasms twice more, then pulls away from her. She looks up at him with concern as she swallows him down.
"God, baby," He exclaims breathlessly, "That felt so good it hurt. I'm so hypersensitive right now that it hurts just to touch it."
She smiles up at him with a mixture of relief and overwhelming love that quickly shifts back to her previous mischievousness.
"That's OK. See, this was just a warm-up. I know it's been a while, and I wouldn't want you to come too quickly later when I let you fuck me."
She stands and kisses him again, the taste of him still on her lips, then slips back out the shower stall door. Looking back at him, she says, "When you are ready, I'll be waiting," then smiles broadly and walks away, wiggling her hips lasciviously.