Charlie Mike

First I would like to begin by this story being purely fictional. However, it is very real in the sense that it could possibly be happening at this moment in time to someone who is reading it. This story is also very personal to me. It reveals some feelings and emotions that I have kept to myself for some time. I have not even shared them with my spouse. Some things however are for adding meat and potatoes to the writing. If it touches you in some way, makes you cry, or causes an emotion of some sort I feel that I have done well in writing it. It is by far one of the hardest things I have tried to write. Thanks for taking the time to read it. Votes and commentary are welcome and appreciated. Also, thank you for supporting the troops and the Wounded Warrior Project. From all of us here in Afghanistan and the troops stateside, we appreciate everything that you all do for us.

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The air was steamy the evening I met him. It was on a hot summer mid western night just after I turned 20 and I was home on break from school. It was very typical weather for late July. I had been bored sitting around my parents' farm and decided to go into town to the local bar and grill which was the closest thing we had to fast food. It was a cozy place and like any small town everyone knew each other.

I did the usual survey of the room as I entered the bar. Susan was working the bar that evening and she offered me a warm smile and wave upon seeing me enter. The rest of the room was filled with the average locals, a few "couples" that were discussing whatever lovers talk about, and several families sitting in the wall booths enjoying a pizza. There was one man though that stood out. He wasn't part of the normal crowd usually seen here. His hair cut was the first give away. It was tightly shaved on the sides, and the top was maybe a 1/2" long. It was the typical "high and tight" military style. I studied him some more as I sat down at the other end of the bar and placed an order for a burger and fries.

I talked with Susan as she worked the bar. I studied the young man, probably in his early 20's similar to myself I concluded. His body was very toned and muscular. The veins in ripped arms were like tracks. His biceps made the sleeves of his tight black t-shirt stretch. His chest was well defined and I couldn't help but wonder what his abs looked like. He was indeed one very sexy looking man and I could feel myself being attracted to him as he casually drank from a long neck of bud light.

"What's his story?" I asked Susan as she set my food down.

"Not sure, he hasn't talked much since getting here. Ordered the same thing as you actually and has sat there watching ESPN. He has been slowly drinking a few beers ever since. He's one sexy fine man that's for damn sure." Susan responded with a wink before walking the bar and fetching another round for those that needed it.

I ate my burger and fries with no complaints. The food was always good and it's why the place stayed in business. I watched the young man but was careful to try not to get caught staring. He was so in a zone he barely seemed to notice the room around him. I figured he looked kind of lonely so I drew up the courage to walk down and sit in the empty seat next to him.

"Is this seat taken?" I asked as I hopped onto the bar stool.

"Guess it wouldn't have mattered, you already sat down." He stated. I was instantly lost in his deep blue eyes despite his rudeness. They bore holes right through me as if he was seeing deep in my soul. I instantly blushed and looked at the mirror behind the bar trying to regain my composure.

"I'm sorry, just got some things on my mind is all." He said a few minutes later. I turned slightly to look at him. He was smiling slightly and it gave me a sense that he was being honest.

"My name is Samantha, how about you?" I asked as I extended my hand to offer a hand shake. His hand reached out for mine and as soon as we touched it instantly sparked something deep inside me. His grip was strong, confident, assuring. It stirred emotions in me like I hadn't felt before. I had a few boyfriends before but none had this much effect on me in such a short amount of time.

"Names Mitch." He said as he shook my hand. There was a hint of a southern drawl mixed in his voice. We started talking of the basics. Where we were from and what we did. Mitch was 22 and worked as a mechanic in the military. He was headed from Wisconsin to Ft. Hood, TX where he was scheduled to deploy with his unit to Afghanistan in two days. He was finishing his leave and had only stopped in town for the night.

We talked for several more hours. I drank my coke and he sipped on several more beers. He appeared to be trying hard to calm his nerves. The more he drank the more his voice slurred in a sexy Texas drawl. I found his voice intoxicating as we carried on our conversation. I learned that back in Wisconsin his family had a horse farm and raised Quarter Horses. We had a strong connection there as my family's farm also raised horses but we raised Paints instead. The longer we talked the more I began to realize I was having feelings for Mitch in more the just a physical way.

"Would you like to dance? I fear it may be the last time I get to dance with such a beautiful lady." Mitch asked. His voice was soft and partially broken. It was the first hint of the emotions he was hiding deep inside. I knew it was the fear of what unknown deadly dangers lay ahead of him in Afghanistan. I found the sound of those words struck fear deep inside me. Fear that I would possibly never get to see Mitch again after tonight. It also caused an uneasy sickening feeling of the thought that Mitch may be killed in combat.

"Yes, I would love to have a dance. Shall we pick a song together?" I responded, waving my hand to the jukebox hiding in the corner. I wanted to hold him close. I needed to feel him. I wanted to stare into Mitch's blue eyes and hope that this night would never end. I had found my soul mate, the one I wanted to make a future with. The jukebox was playing tunes randomly but not very loud. As Mitch rose from his bar stool, his legs were a little shaky from the alcohol. As he made his way to the box I found myself staring at his cute butt. His torso was cut in a deep V shape, his legs were solid like tree trunks and his ass was small but well defined in his tight wranglers. I couldn't help but think of what it would be like to have my legs wrapped around his narrow waist. I found my arousal once again building inside me and my own legs growing weak at the illicit thoughts I was having.

We hunkered over the jukebox for several minutes. We were shoulder to shoulder as we flipped through the pages of tracks loaded in it. I could smell Mitch's cologne; it was Cool Water and it was my personal favorite, making Mitch that more attractive. If he had been any hotter I swear he would have spontaneously combusted right there on the spot. We both had a strong taste for country music. Mitch said he wanted something slow because he had two left feet. I giggled at the comment and was glad to see he did indeed have a sense of humor.

"I got it, don't peek now. It's perfect for what I am feeling." Mitch stated with the first bit of excitement I had heard from him all evening. I couldn't tell him no, I wanted this night to be perfect for him. Whatever Mitch wanted I was going to give him. I was hoping his mind was thinking the same thoughts as mine which was in the bedroom. It had been since the fall when I had broken up with my then boyfriend.

"OK" I responded and then peeled away from the jukebox to the small dance floor set into the corner of the bar.

As Dierks Bentley's voice slowly started slipping from the jukebox I knew the song instantly. A smirk arose on Mitch's face, showing a spark that I hadn't seen yet. His deep blue eyes sparkled in a way that left me speechless. I knew I was in trouble. My stomach got all knotted up as the words of "Tonight I wanna make you close your eyes" softly played from the juke box.

"May I have this dance my lady?" Mitch asked, holding out his hand. Taking it caused a spark of electricity to run up my arm. As he took my hand and wrapped his other arm around my waist I felt light headed. This man now in front of me was all muscle. I could feel them ripple underneath his shirt. My one hand was wrapped behind him and I could feel his strong shoulders beneath my finger tips. We fell into a casual slow dance, swaying gently to the beat of the music. His legs and body intertwined with mine. I found myself getting more and more turned on with the closeness we were sharing. His eyes looked into mine, his concentration fully locked on me. I was blushing from the attention but I was thoroughly enjoying it. I didn't want the feeling to ever stop I was thinking as the song came to a stop.

"I came here alone tonight but I don't want it to end that way. Come back to my room and stay with me please? We don't have to do anything you don't want to but don't think for a second it hasn't crossed my mind. I simply don't want to spend one of my final nights alone before shipping out" Mitch said softly as he looked into my eyes. We were still locked close from the dancing.

"I can't think of any place else I want to be right now then with you. You're turning into the best thing to happen to me in a long while." I replied just as softly. With that simple reply Mitch tilted his head towards mine. He was searching for a kiss. I rose on my toes slightly and our lips met for the first time. Neither of us cared who was watching. We were lost in the moment.

"Where are you staying at? I am guessing the motel at the end of town right?" I asked Mitch.

"Yeah, that's it. I got a room there but I walked. I didn't want to chance a DUI. Don't need any more headaches you know. I already have enough to deal with." Mitch stated as we made our way back to the bar and gathered our things. This time I took lead allowing him to see my butt in my skin tight jeans. I sashayed my hips a little extra for added effect. A quick glimpse over my shoulder and I caught Mitch staring at it. He blushed and tried to look innocent. I smirked back and gave a devilish wink.

"Charlie Mike!" Mitch stated and gave me a smirk back. The words were new to me and I found the saying odd. I figured it was some kind of military jargon and didn't put much thought into it. My mind was seeing what was hiding inside his wranglers.

"We can take my jeep, its right outside and beats walking. Hell that's almost a mile away!" I stated bluntly.

"That's nothing. I usually run that in about 6 minutes." Mitch said. He held out his arm in an old fashion way allowing me to hook mine into his. He steered through the bar and we headed for the door.

"Good Night Susan!" I yelled to the bar maid with a smile and a wave.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" She yelled back at me just as the door skipped closed. I guided Mitch through the parking lot to where my Jeep was parked. He walked around and opened the door for me. It was locked because I had the top off like always during the summer. He shut the door and then leaned over it. I leaned towards him and we locked in a passionate kiss once more. It seemed to last forever and left me full of butterflies.

"Get in soldier. . . That's an order." I ordered as we broke for air. Mitch didn't hesitate and quickly made his way around the Jeep and hopped in. I fired the Jeep up and popped the clutch throwing bits of gravel. The night was getting late but there was so much more to do tonight.

The ride to the motel was a quiet one. Neither of us said much and the night air was damp and humid. The wind blew my hair around and the moonlight was full and bright. Mitch's face was a full smile in the moon light as we drove to the motel. I couldn't help but smile either with the emotional high I was feeling from meeting him.

We pulled into the drive after a short 10 minute drive. He quickly ran around the Jeep and opened my door for me. After helping me out of the Jeep he took my hand and led the way to his room. I could feel his pulse racing in his grip. He even fumbled the keys at the door allowing his nervousness to show. He opened the door and allowed me in first. I had to give him credit for playing the perfect gentleman.

As soon as the door closed I pounced on Mitch. No words were needed and we both knew what we were there for. We embraced each other hard and the kiss was deep and he tasted sweet. My nostrils flared as I inhaled his cologne and my panties grew damp as his hard on began to rise. Mitch's hands roamed all over my body and caused small fires on my skin every where he touched. Goose bumps rose up and down each arm as his finger tips traced over my shirt from my hips to the small of my back. He pulled me closer to him; I could feel his body heat through our clothes.

Mitch kissed the side of my neck and my knees buckled. His strong, powerful arms caught me and held me to him. My damp panties were quickly becoming soaked as I ground my hips into his thigh that he had placed between mine. I wrapped my hands around behind his head and we locked into another passionate kiss. It was the kind where we both fought for control of the other. I had to break the kiss for a second to catch my breath as it left me speechless.

"Let's get this off you." Mitch growled. He tugged my shirt loose from my jeans and slowly undid each button with care. Slowly he revealed my black lace bra. I inhaled deeply with a gasp as his finger tips caressed my soft skin and slowly pushed the fabric from my shoulders. Next, he traced my collar bone with the backs of his fingers and slowly up the side of my neck. As they crossed my cheek I could feel my face burning. We kissed quickly again as his hands reached for the front clasp of my bra. With skilled fingers he unsnapped the clasp allowing my breasts to spill into his awaiting hands. His caress caused my nipples to harden instantly as my bra landed on the floor next to my shirt. My pussy was on fire and I wanted him badly.

"Same for you Soldier!" I growled back. I tugged his black shirt loose but he then removed it for me in one swift motion. With his shirt gone I confirmed my suspicions. He was indeed all muscle. His six pack abs shown in the pale light coming through the window blinds. His chest was chiseled and shoulders rounded in perfect shape. I ran my finger tips over his muscled chest and down across his love bars. I hooked my finger tips into his waist band and pulled his hips to mine. We locked in another close embrace. Our bodies touching each other and I could feel his heart pounding against my breasts as they pressed to him. Our kisses became urgent as our desire was starting to burn out of control.

Mitch bent down a little and swept me into his arms. He carried me effortlessly to the bed and then gently laid me on it. His hands slid over my smooth stomach to the waist band of my jeans. I lifted my hips as he unsnapped them and slid them down my over my hips. I heard him gasp at the sight of my black g-string. It was skimpy and made of soft silk. I was certain he could see the damp spot that had formed on them. As he slid my pants down my toned legs his mouth left a trail of kisses down the inside of my thighs and then calves. With a tug Mitch pulled my jeans from me and threw them to the pile of clothes we were building on the floor. Mitch quickly removed his before climbing back onto the bed. His powerful thighs straddled mine while his arms braced him over me.

"You are the sexiest women I have ever seen." Mitch spoke softly. His eyes roamed up and down my body causing goose bumps. He then bent down and we began kissing once more. Our kissing intensified as our desire consumed us. The heat was building between my legs as I felt Mitch's hardness press against my still covered mound. I let out a growl of hunger as he broke our kiss but then gasped loudly as his mouth slowly kissed its way down the front of me. He paused momentary to flick his tongue over each nipple and to suck each one briefly. His breath was fire on my skin. My pussy was flooded with wetness and the room began to smell of sex.

Sensing my state of arousal, Mitch started his path farther down my front. Across my stomach and down farther. He slowly pulled the material of my thong out of the way as his kisses went across my smooth shaved mound. My hips bucked up to meet his lips as his tongue traced the edges of my clit. I wrapped my fingers around his head, guiding him to my core as his tongue slipped between my silken folds. Mitch continued to remove my thong but never removing his mouth from my pussy. I was nearing orgasm already as I cupped my own breasts and pinched my nipples while Mitch continued to fuck me with his experienced tongue.

"Oh MY Go . . . . " I exclaimed as I felt his finger enter my pussy. It was hungry for his touch and slipped inside with ease. His fingers were coated with my juices and they shimmered in the pale light. I closed my eyes tightly, lost in ecstasy as they once more entered me. This time his finger curled upward and stroked the hard nub of my g spot. I spread my legs wider instinctively giving him more access to me. I began moaning louder and louder as my orgasm neared its climax.

"I don't have any protection with me. I wasn't exactly planning on this happening tonight." Mitch said as he climbed back upward, this time positioning himself between my spread legs. I could feel his hard cock already pressing against the damp folds of my pussy. I wanted him so badly that my juices were flowing from me and soaking the sheets beneath me.

"It's ok, I am on the pill. Please Mitch . . . . I need you now." I lied. I wasn't on the pill at all. I needed him and couldn't wait. I had already decided in my mind that Mitch was the one for me and would chance the risk of pregnancy.

Mitch looked into my eyes for a moment before he began to slowly slip his cock inside me. It was a tight fit and I had to ask him to go slow. His cock stretched me like no one before had. I threw my head back and moaned loudly as his length was finally inside me completely. He slowly withdrew all but the tip and then proceeded to once more slide his cock back inside. Mitch slowly worked into a steady rhythm. His balls making wet slapping sounds as he started to fuck me hard. I grabbed behind my knees and pulled my legs up higher. This gave him better access to me and he groaned in appreciation as he drove into me harder. Our bodies glistened with sweat. It built on his forehead from the effort he was exerting. My body never felt so heated, so consumed with desire.

"I'm close Mitch . . . so close. Cum with me please. I need you . . . "I growled. My teeth sunk into the muscles of his shoulder, marking his flesh with red traces of my teeth. He responded by pulling my head to the side by my hair and then gripping my throat with his powerful fingers. He kissed and then sucked the soft spot of my neck by my collar bone causing me to simply whimper. As his teeth nipped my flesh, my hips thrust up to meet his. My pussy convulsed on his cock, trying desperately to grip him tighter and pull him farther into me.

"CUM NOW . . Cum with me Sam" he ordered into my ears. It was music like nothing I had heard before. My pussy convulsed into spasm after spasm as my orgasm rocketed through my body. I squeezed my eyes shut from the intensity of it, feeling Mitch's cum flood inside me. Each hot spurt of cum from his cock caused another ripple of spasms deep inside me. It leaked from me, running down the crack of my ass.

Mitch collapsed on the bed beside me. He was lying on his back, his muscles tense from the power of his own orgasm. I rolled over closer to him. Mitch wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close. As I rested my head on his chest and listened to his racing heart, he slowly stroked his finger tips up and down the length of my arm. Small goose bumps arose on my skin and I gave a small shudder from the feeling.