A Soldier's Solace

byEosphorus©

I placed the tiles on the board one at a time, starting with the O above the G in "graphic." Her eyes grew wide and she grinned as I spelled out "pornographic" with the P placed right on the triple-word square in the upper right corner of the board.

I added up the total, waiting for her reaction.

"Very impressive," she said at last. "I also see what's on your mind."

My heart skipped a beat. Was that flirting?

"Victory is on my mind," I said. Then I added, "And that other thing, of course."

She said nothing, smirking. I couldn't believe I had the nerve to make that last remark, but she seemed nonplussed.

Stacy stared at her tiles for a moment and then used an E on the other side of the board to play "sexy."

"Two can play at that game," she quipped, adding up her total.

"Oh, that's clever," I said. "Let's see..."

My new tiles were H, R, O, I, I, E, N, and A. I saw at once the right word and couldn't believe it. I stifled a laugh and placed my tiles on the board.

I used the Y from Stacy's last turn to spell out "horny."

"Are the Scrabble gods trying to tell us something?" she laughed.

Our eyes met and her face grew serious. She took a deep breath.

"Steve," she began. I could tell she was choosing her words carefully. "I'm not blind, honey. I've noticed you look at me."

"I, uh," I stammered.

She leaned forward and put her hand on mine. My heart raced.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about." She paused and took another deep breath. "Steve, would you like to have sex with me?"

"Yes," I managed to say, stunned by the sudden pleasant turn of events. "Um, very much. So much, Stacy."

Stacy leaned across the table and gave me a warm, slow kiss on the lips. Every nerve in my body leapt to life.

"There's no need to be nervous, honey," she said, sensing my apprehension. "How experienced are you with girls? Don't be shy. You can tell me anything."

"I did it a few times with my girlfriend in high school. Then we broke up. Another girl gave me a handjob twice. That's it."

"Well, I'll take it slow with you." She looked pensive for a moment. "All the same, I'm glad you're not a virgin. Are you ready, honey?"

We rose, hand in hand. Stacy glanced back at the table.

"We'll finish the game later," she said.

***

Stacy led me into her bedroom. My hands were shaking. I'd had sex before, sure, but not with anyone as experienced and beautiful as Stacy. She calmed my fears at once.

"Honey, you're still nervous," she said without a hint of condescension. "Let Stacy soothe you. You sweet, wonderful thing."

She hugged me, holding me tight. I felt her softness against me, her full breasts pressing on my chest and her head on my shoulder. I smelled the sweet aroma of her hair. I put my arms around her and felt at ease. She lifted her head and kissed me. My mouth opened and she slid her tongue past my lips. I sighed with pure delight as our tongues wound around each other in that dance as old as humanity.

We held each other that way for a long time and kissed. I felt my initial nervousness fade away, desire quickly taking over.

"Oh, Stacy," I murmured.

"I'm here for you, Steve," she whispered back. "Anything you want, soldier."

We kissed again. I moved my hands down her back and explored the contours of her ass. I'd been thinking about her butt since the diner, and now my hands were on it. I could scarcely believe my sudden good fortune.

I worked a hand up to one of her breasts, squeezing it gently. All my prior experience had been with slender girls. It was my first time feeling a large breast and I enjoyed it.

My cock was fully erect by this point. I pressed myself against her and she smiled and looked me in the eyes.

"Someone's ready," she said.

"You're so beautiful," was all I could say.

"Get rid your shirt, honey," she told me.

I took off my shirt and threw it aside. Stacy bit her lower lip and looked me over, running her hands over my shoulders and chest.

"Look at you," she murmured. "All hard muscle."

Stacy dropped slowly to her knees and undid the button on my jeans. She unzipped them and pulled them down to my knees. I had a brief moment of doubt. My cock wasn't huge, a hair under seven inches. I worried she might be disappointed.

Stacy pulled my underwear down and my cock sprang free. She took it in her hand, stroking it gently.

"Oh, very nice," she said.

Stacy took my cock into her mouth, opening her lips and easing them over the tip. She sucked me long and slow and I was carried away with the ecstasy of it all. I'd never felt anything so pleasurable before. My ex-girlfriend had blown me once, scratching me clumsily with her teeth.

Stacy was far more skilled. She kept her hand around the base, gently stroking it in rhythm to her sucking. I started thrusting into her mouth, unable to resist the impulse. She was prepared, using her hand to control how much of me she took into her mouth.

It wasn't long before I was ready to come. I was nineteen, after all.

Stacy sensed from my grunting and groaning what was happening and backed off.

"Not yet, honey," she whispered.

Stacy stood and I stepped out of my jeans and underwear, standing naked before her. I kissed her, pulling her tight against me.

"Strip me," she moaned.

I slipped Stacy's shirt over her head, tossing it aside. Next up were her jeans. I unzipped them and pushed them halfway down her thighs. She wiggled out of them the rest of the way and stood before me in bra and panties. I reached around and tried to undo her bra but fumbled awkwardly with it.

"Let me," she said.

Stacy reached back and unhooked her bra without effort. She tossed it aside as her boobs sprang free.

They were as I imagined, full with large pink nipples and a few freckles scattered about their smooth surface. They had that moderate sag one expects in a big-breasted woman around forty, and it turned me on to no end. This was no mere girl, shy and uncertain. Here was a mature woman, highly-desirable and sexually vibrant. Best of all, I was going to have her.

Her light blue panties were last to go. Off they went and I ran my hand along the sides of her legs. They were smooth to the touch, her skin cool. Stacy had nice legs, firmer than I expected but with lots of softness up by the thighs. She also had a nice thick bush.

I stood and took her in my arms. We held each other tight and I relished the feel of her nakedness against my skin. It was incredibly sensuous, all my lust raging by this point.

Stacy was an excellent kisser, the best I'd ever experienced. The girls I'd made out with before her were bumblers by comparison. Stacy used her lips and tongue with a skill I'd never imagined possible.

I was soon sighing happily as we inched towards the bed and slid into it together. We lay side by side, kissing eagerly as I felt her breasts. I squeezed them. Too hard, I learned.

"Easy there, honey," she gasped, flinching. She took my hand and showed me how to do it. "Like this, baby."

"Teach me, Stacy," I told her. "If I'm doing something wrong, tell me. I won't be mad. I want to learn."

"There's no one right way, honey," she said, kissing me tenderly. "But I guess there are certain, um, universals. All right, baby, I'll teach you if you're ready to learn."

"I'm so ready."

We resumed kissing, our hands exploring each other's body. I loved the feel of her hands on my arms and when she ran them over my chest and shoulders. A lot of women don't understand that a man also enjoys being touched and caressed. Stacy knew.

I moved down to her tits. I flicked the edge of her nipple with my tongue and took it into my mouth, sucking it gently.

"That's it, baby," Stacy moaned. "Always be gentle the first time, honey. Ask after if she prefers it rough."

Sucking on her tits was heaven. They were so much bigger than any I'd ever gotten to play with before and I wanted to gobble as much of them as I could. Back and forth I went, kneading and sucking them. There was another part of Stacy I yearned for more, though.

"I want to go down on you," I told her.

She stroked the back of my head tenderly.

"By all means, baby," she said.

I inched down her torso, kissing her belly as I went along. I was awash with anticipation. I'd only eaten pussy a few times before, but loved every aspect of it.

I reached her pussy, pushing apart her lips gently and inhaling her sweet aroma. I leaned in gave her pussy a long, slow lick from way down by the perineum all the way up just short of her clit. Stacy moaned in response and I felt happy.

"Good instincts," she sighed.

I started lapping eagerly at her pussy, expecting her to respond. Instead, she nudged me back gently.

"It's all about the clit, honey," she said.

Stacy took my hand and placed it on her clit. She rubbed my index finger back and forth on it.

"There," she said. "That's your focus, baby. Go real soft at first."

I understood and started working her clit with my tongue, licking it back and forth. Stacy responded, moaning softly. I gently inserted one finger inside her pussy. I fingered and licked her slowly for several minutes that way, gradually speeding up.

"That's it," she gasped. "Work that clit, baby. Oh god, that's it! Keep fingering me!"

I added a second finger and increased my pace again. Stacy began to breathe heavier and I kept at it for happy, delirious minutes. She gasped and moaned the whole time, then started squealing softly.

"Oh, that's it," she moaned. "That's it! Oh shit, I'm gonna come!"

I fingered her hard and fast, savoring her reaction. She gasped loudly and I could tell she was close.

"Oh, yeah, that's it! That's it!"

I got a sudden impulse to gently suck on her clit. She let out another long gasp and I knew she was coming. I felt like I was ten feet tall. Here was this hot woman having an orgasm, and I'd made it happen.

"Shit, honey," she said as her orgasm subsided. "You're good. Who taught you that last move there?"

"No one." I shrugged. "Good instincts. Said so yourself."

"Come up here."

I crawled on top of her. Her tongue attacked my mouth and I lowered myself into position to enter her. She reached down and guided me into the right spot. I started to push into her a few inches and she gently stopped me.

"Slowly, honey," she whispered. "Pull out just a bit. There, that's it. Now push it all the way in."

I buried my cock inside her all the way. She felt so warm and tight, her pussy squeezing on all sides of my cock. She must have noticed the look on my face.

"Feel good?"

"God, yeah."

I started to drill her at a rapid pace.

"Not so fast, honey," she said. "You're gonna make me come again, but you gotta take it slow. Yeah, just like that. Just like that. When I'm warmed up again, you'll give it to me quicker."

"Yes, ma'am," I blurted out and then corrected myself. "Stacy."

"You're so adorable," she laughed and then kissed me hard.

I fucked her at a slow pace for a few minutes. Stacy kissed my neck and started to sigh gently as her hands roamed over my back and shoulders. She was savoring me, enjoying the feel of the muscular young body on top of her.

"Speed up, baby," she whispered. "Just a little."

I kissed her hard and quickened the pace of my thrusts. I know a lot of guys wouldn't have liked to be given so much direction, but I loved it. I was lost in the pleasure of kissing her mouth and neck and feeling her big tits against my chest as I fucked her.

Stacy moaned louder and I increased my pace further.

"That's it," she sighed. "Oh, that's perfect."

She stuck her tongue in my ear and I gasped, waves of delirious joy overtaking me. I increased my pace yet again, overtaken by a furious lust.

Stacy sensed what was building in me. She wrapped her legs around my waist and slapped my ass.

"Now give it to me, soldier!" she shouted. "Go all out, baby, as hard as you can! I can take it! Fuck me!"

I started in on her as hard and as fast as I could, my lust fully unleashed. She began screeching loudly, throwing me into a still higher gear of sexual mania.

"Oh, fuck yeah! I'm coming! I'm coming!" she screamed.

I couldn't hold back any more and felt my orgasm's approach not long after. She was in the last spasms of her orgasm when my own arrived. I rammed my cock into her as far as I could and held it there. Jolts of relief and ecstasy pulsed through my body with every throb of my cock. The throbs gradually eased but my orgasm must have lasted a half minute before the last, tiny spasm ended.

**

We had sex two more times that evening.

The second time was a half hour after the first. We'd adjourned back to the living room, had another round of beers, and finished our Scrabble game naked. She used my P from "Pornographic" to play "catnip" with her final move. I leaned back in awe of her, shaking my head. She'd kicked my ass twice, but I didn't mind.

We adjourned to the couch and started fooling around again. I got hard right away and wound up mounting Stacy from behind. I enjoyed grasping her soft ass cheeks as I drilled her that way. After a while, she started gasping loudly and I knew she was coming again. I joined her a minute later, my cock throbbing inside her pussy.

The third time was a few hours later. We'd been laying in her bed watching TV and cuddling. We started making out and she gently eased me onto my back. Then she swung her legs around over my shoulders and lowered her rear end onto my face. She began to suck my cock slowly and I lifted up my face to lick her pussy.

It was the first time I ever had sex in a sixty-nine position and I knew at once that I would enjoy it. I loved Stacy's pussy looming mere inches above my face, the weight of her torso atop me, and her mouth on my dick. I started to stick a finger inside her.

"Just lick me, baby," she said. "My pussy's sore."

I licked her clit happily. Stacy, meanwhile, sucked and jerked my cock tireless until I finally came in her mouth. She climbed off and snuggled next to me, her head resting on my chest.

"Stacy, you didn't come," I said. "I can-"

"I've come plenty tonight, honey," she whispered. "You got me three times. That hasn't happened in a long, long time.

We fell asleep not long after in each other's arms.

I woke around eight. Stacy was working the dinner shift so we were in no rush. I showered while she made breakfast. Once more, I helped her with the dishes. Halfway through, I turned to her.

"Stacy," I said. "I just, um, I can't thank you enough for everything. Seriously, last night was so amazing I don't know what to say."

She leaned over and kissed me.

"It was my pleasure," she said. "If..."

She trailed off, her expression forlorn.

"If what?" I asked.

She sighed.

"Don't take this the wrong way," she explained. "I was attracted to you the second you walked in the diner and I knew you were a sweetheart after talking to you for two minutes. But I only decided to take you to bed when I thought of Donald and how he would feel if he were far away, sad and alone."

She paused, struggling to find the right words.

"If he was in your situation," she went on. "And a fellow military mom had the chance to help him feel special, I'd want her to, however she could. Including in bed. Is that weird?"

"That's not weird at all." I hugged her tight. "You did make me feel special, so special I'll never forget last night."

"Come on," she said. "Let's go back in the bedroom."

***

I finished my stint in the army, went to college, and married a few years after. My wife Christine and I started a business and struggled for a few years, but have since prospered. The years rolled by and Stacy remained one of my most cherished memories.

Last year I was wandering through an antique market an hour from home, killing time while Christine visited an old girlfriend. I collect old military paraphernalia and love scouring antique stores looking for new treasures.

I roamed the vast indoor market, scanning the many stalls for anything military related. Walking past a stall selling paintings, I stopped in my tracks.

It was a landscape colored mostly bright blue but with lots of red. The effect of the contrasting colors was not jarring, however. Rather, it was electrifying and vivid. I approached, staring at it. Sure enough, there was Stacy's signature in the corner.

"How much?" I asked the man in charge of the stall.

"Twelve hundred," he responded, expecting a haggle. "That's a bargain, too. The artist's in real demand last few years. In New York, it'd sell for -"

"I'll take it," I said, cutting him off.

When I picked up Christine from her friend's house she was surprised. A helmet from the First World War she would have expected, but not a painting. I explained everything and she nodded knowingly. I'd told her years ago about Stacy, of course.

A lot of women wouldn't have understood why I'd want to own a painting by an ex-lover. They'd have felt threatened or hurt for no rational reason whatsoever. Christine's not that way, though. She put her hand on my knee and smiled warmly as we drove home.

"You know what?" she said. "It'll look great above the fireplace."

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by Anonymous06/13/14

brings back memories.

This was a great story. When in the Navy, I was hitching, and got a ride with a woman who owned a horse farm, and she invited me to stay over Easter week end. What great memories.Thanks.

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by bruce2205/05/14

Lovely Story

The fact that an older woman can be beautiful and sexy as all get out is rarely recognized by the younger folk.

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WOW

Fantastic (REALLY), believable story. Loved it. keep up the EXCELLENT writing

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a beautiful little gem

believable & priceless ... DKP

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