Soldier Very Blue

"Harry?" I heard the word leave my mouth but had no real conscious thought of saying it. My heart raced in my chest, and I felt a little lightheaded.

"Mina," he drooled and winked at me. He had a duffle bag at his feet. The t shirt he wore clung to his ample chest and even more ample arms. His jeans were faded, and loose fitting and his dessert boots were army issue.

"We will take two glasses with that," Harry turned briefly to the barman, who was staring with a look of amusement and maybe a little concern at the scene in front of him. He looked quickly at the businessman at the end of the bar who wanted to buy the wine.

Maybe checking to make sure that trouble wasn't brewing. He needn't have worried. The businessman looked at me again, looked back at Harry, gave a slight shake of the head and retreated to his pack. All of which were laughing and watching. I heard one of them say "Bad luck buddy," as he slapped him on the back.

The barman placed the bottle and two glasses onto the bar, "On your room again?" he asked me a note of disappointment in his voice.

"Please," I responded, it seemed that I had been reduced to one word diction.

Harry moved closer; I could smell him. Musky, spicey aftershave maybe Issey Myake. His body closer to mine, I could feel goose bumps running up my arms and neck. He had a presence, he filled space, commanded space.

I faced him. He stepped in, without saying a word, eyes locked on mine, his hand reaching for the back of my head, pulling me, the other hand reaching the bottom of my back, big hands, firm, I closed my eyes, I couldn't hold his look any longer, then his lips were against mine. Soft but firm, my lips parted, and the kiss went deeper. He tasted of mint. His body was pressing against mine and from what I could feel he was firm all over. I felt tiny in his arms, against his broad chest. I heard the moan escape my lips before I could stop it.

My body was flushing hot from top to bottom, heat rushed to my pussy, along with a sudden dampness. I couldn't help but push my hips into his a little harder.

After what seemed an eternity he pulled back, hand still holding my head. He leaned into my ear, "Nice to meet you Mina" he whispered. His breath on my neck and ear sending electricity through my spine.

"What in the hell was this?" thoughts rushing through my head. I had not been taken aback like this before, not been blindsided in this way. I had never felt on the back foot when it game to the sex game before. I was the hunter, I was the strong, sexually confident woman. I always took control of situations.

However, standing here held in the hands of this magnificent specimen of a man, I felt like a teenage girl on her first date. I felt clumsy, out of my depth. "Get a fucking grip, Mina!" I thought and stepped back from him, I needed space. I needed to re-balance the battlefield.

As I moved away, Harry reached for the wine and the glasses. He handed me the glasses so that he could pick up his bag.

"Shall we sit?" he asked and nodded towards the sofa that I had been sitting on.

As we walked to the sofa, I could feel eyes on me again. This time however I think they were looking at the two of us. Probably wondering about the scene that they had just witnessed. The atmosphere in the room seemed thick, sizzling with electricity, and I am convinced that everyone in that bar felt it to. I thought to myself, "Did we look like long time lovers, meeting up? or, did we look like this was a first date?"

The only one that could work that out for sure would be the barman as he may have heard us confirming each other's names.

Reaching the sofa, I was glad to sit, my legs didn't feel so strong. I could feel a slight tremor in my hand as I held out the glass for Harry to fill. He had sat next to me, his large, firm thigh against my leg.

He filled his glass and raised it, "Here's to Forces Pen Pals" he said and smiled, that incredible smile, at me again.

"Indeed, I wasn't convinced that you would actually show up," I admitted to him. Just pleased, that I had managed more than just one word.

"You thought I was having you on?" he asked, amusement in his voice.

"Well, let's face it, I don't think there are too many guys who would just hop on a train in London and head north to meet a woman they hadn't even spoken too," I replied. Finally feeling as if I had got my beath back and was finding my stride.

Harry laughed. It was a great laugh. I tried to take some more in about him. I noticed tattoos on both arms. I could make out some of them. A semi naked lady which was beautifully done. Then lots of what looked like Aztec or Polynesian designs. They were nice. I do love a good tattoo. Especially when they are inked onto a large, strong body. Arms and shoulders, as well as hands are my thing (I will explain the hands thing later).

"I like the ink," I said

"Thanks, all a work in progress," he said. Sipping from his drink. I couldn't help but notice the strong hands again. I have always had this thing about men's hands. They must be big, strong, wide palms. Short nails. Nothing turns me off more than, "girlie" hands on a man.

"I can't believe that you thought I was blagging you," he continued, obviously bemused at what I had thought.

"If I say I am going to do something then I do it, I'm just that sort of person," his gaze was steadfast. His eyes were deep pools. I could feel the heat rising in my face and in my pussy

Fuck I wanted this guy.

I wanted on him, I wanted him on me, I couldn't help but wonder if his cock was as impressive as the rest of him.

"Well, I must say, I find that an attractive trait in a man," I held his gaze again.

He leant back in the sofa.

"In my job you get used to living each day as it comes and making the most of every opportunity. Life is way too short for procrastination."

I had to agree with him. We talked for a while about his career in the army. At 28 he was flying. A career soldier, from a family of soldiers, he was already sporting the rank of Staff Sergeant, which is impressive at such a young age. He had seen action in Afghanistan more than once, as well other dangerous theatres in the world.

There is something undeniably sexy about a man who you know can take care of himself, and you if needed. Harry was also articulate, well spoken, he came from "good stock" that was clear. There was a pause in conversation. He leaned in and we kissed again. This time he was more forceful, his lips crushing mine, his tongue exploring, probing. I could feel my already damp panties, getting wetter.

When he pulled back, he smiled, "Fancy another bottle and head to your room?" he was certainly not backwards and coming forwards and clearly, he knew what he wanted.

I nodded and he got up to go to the bar.

I watched him cross the bar. His ass was good, filling his jeans. The barman was quick to get another bottle of white and I noted that Harry paid for this one. He wasn't taking the piss.

He walked back towards me, his walk assertive, confident, he had a presence that could not be denied. My pulse was racing, I was warm, flushed with the knowing of what was about to happen.

I stood as he neared, he grabbed his bag, I grabbed mine and the glasses. He gestured with the bottle for me to walk ahead, "After you, my lady" he said with a cheeky smile.

I did a sweeping nod and brushed past him. My legs feeling a little shaky.

I could feel his eyes on my back as I walked in front of him. I could also feel other eyes watching as we made it through the bar to the reception area. I had little doubt that the group of businessmen would be discussing what we were going to be doing for the rest of the night!

I also noticed that most of the females in the room were either looking at or trying to not look at Harry. He was one of those kinds of guys, that you couldn't help but look at.

We reached the lift, and I swiped the room key to access it. The doors slid silently open, and we stepped in.

No sooner had the doors closed and I had hit the floor number, than Harry had dropped his bag, the bottle on top of it and I was being pushed back against the lift wall. The hand with the glasses fell to my side, the other hand went behind his head, fingers buried into his thick hair. His body pushed hard against mine, I could feel his hard cock pressing against my hip. My breasts were crushed against his chest.

One of his hands was sliding down my thigh, reaching the hem of my dress he slid his hand back up. He grabbed my ass cheek and pulled my pelvis tighter to his.

His kiss was fierce, I returned it with a ferocity I hadn't had for a while.

His hand was in my G-string and moving around to the front. My thighs were parted, and his fingers were probing for my pussy. They were parting my already soaking lips, my clit was throbbing and swollen, and I was thrusting my hips, wanting, needing the feel of his fingers inside me.

Then one finger slipped inside, my pussy welcoming it, gripping it as he began to finger me, slow and deep. My knees were weak, my head bent back against the lift his lips kissing my neck, sucking, nibbling as he continued to finger me, there and then in the lift.

"Don't make me cum yet," I gasped and tried to dismount his finger.

"Why?" he breathed heavily into my ear, pinning me against the wall

"I want to cum over your cock, the first time," I could barely get the words out.

He looked down at me, and slowly withdrew his finger.

"In that case, let's get to the room," he smiled.

The lift had landed at some point, I have no idea how long it had been stationary.

We left the lift and I walked ahead to my room.

"You really do have the most amazing ass," he informed me as we got to the door.

"I'm pleased you like it," I said as we entered the room. No sooner had I dropped my bag and placed the glasses on the dresser, than he was on me.

He spun me around to face him. His hands going to the zip at the back of my dress. We were kissing hard as he unzipped me and let my dress drop to the floor. Leaving me standing in the G-String, bra and heels.

I stepped out of the dress, and he grabbed my ass with both hands. In an instant I felt my feet leave the ground, I wrapped my thighs around his waist. My arms around his neck, we didn't stop kissing. He was strong, I felt weightless in his arms.

In a moment I was falling back onto the bed. He was on top of me. I was pulling at his t-shirt trying to get it over his head. Finally, he was naked from the waste up. I felt the breath catch in my throat. He was ripped but not in a body builder kind of way. Broad shoulders, hard and sculpted, large upper arms, his stomach was toned with a 6 pack. I noticed a nasty scar in his chest above the right nipple.

Before I could take anymore of him in, he was kissing his way down my neck. He was at my left breast, the soft mound that sat above the cup of my bra. Sucking at it, biting gently. My back arched as his hands went under me.

I wanted him with every sinew in my body. I pushed him up, so that I could get to the belt of his jeans.

We were both fumbling at it and the button fly. Then he was out, clearly commando as his beautiful cock was released. He was big but not scarily so, perfectly straight with great width. He was rock hard and already the tip was glistening with pre-cum.

We wriggled him out of the jeans, boots already discarded.

He knelt on the bed between my thighs. I had reached around and un-clipped my bra. Throwing it to the floor. He moved up and straddled my chest. His cock now inches from my mouth. I looked up at him, his pupils were blown with desire, his nostrils flared, chest flushed. I moved down far enough to flick the end of his wet cock with my tongue as I held his gaze.

He moaned, and his cock throbbed with each flick of my tongue. I ran my tongue down the length of him and then gently sucked his balls. His moans deepened and he started to thrust his hips. Running my tongue back up to the top and then pausing before taking him into my mouth. As far as I could take him, rolling my tongue around the tip as I did.

He tasted of soap and a slight saltiness of pre-cum.

I worked his cock, without coming up for air. Using my hand to grip him hard as I sucked and licked him. Teasing the tip, soaking him with my spit. After a couple of minutes, he pulled his cock away and in a second, I was being spun around onto my stomach, he was pinning me down, laying on top of me. His cock pressing against my ass cheek. Kissing the back of my neck. Then he knelt up and his hand grabbed the back of my G-String, pulling me up onto all fours. But he didn't stop there, with one hand he jerked the panties and they ripped with ease. He threw them to the floor.

The feeling of complete helplessness at his hand, the sense of his power over me, the fact that he had just ripped off my knickers with one hand, I was at a level of desire I had never experienced in my life. Every cell in my body wanted him. I was weak and powerless in his hands, and I was loving it.

Destroyed panties discarded, his hands were on my ass, and I could feel the tip of his cock probing between my legs. I could feel my wetness, not just my pussy but the top of my thighs also soaked. I couldn't remember wanting a cock as much as I wanted his.

I thrust back and his cock found my hole, he paused, teased me with his tip.

"Take me!" the words were out of my mouth before I realised.

"Oh, I'm going to, I am going to fuck you and then fuck you some more," his voice was dripping with wanting.

"Go on then," my voice sounded angry, challenging. I wanted him to take me, I wanted him to ruin me. The desire I felt at that moment was burning hot. His every touch was fuelling the fire, my mind was blurred with desire, my wanting of him was off the scale.

Slowly, so slowly, he started to enter me. His cock filling me, inch by beautiful inch. I tried not to thrust back on him, wanting every inch but not wanting to rush this moment.

Finally, he was completely inside me, ball deep, his hands gripping my hips, he was motionless, but I could feel his cock throbbing inside me.

Suddenly he started to thrust. Hard, deep, I could feel his balls hitting against my pussy. I thrust back, my pussy gripping his cock. His hands were so strong on my hips, gripping me, pulling me into him. Then one hand was on the back of my neck, holding it tight, pulling me back towards him.

I was pulled back until I was sat on his cock and thighs, my thighs on the outside of his, my back to his chest, his hands now reaching in front of me, taking my breasts in his hands.

I started to rise and fall onto him, his head buried into my neck, kissing, sucking, biting. He was fierce in his loving, but I was loving it.

My pussy was devouring his cock, when he stopped and pushed me from him. I spun on my knees to face him. He was off the bed and grabbing my hand. Pulling me up onto my feet. He swept me up in his arms, I encircled his hips with my thighs, wrapped my arms around his neck. He carried me to the desk in the corner of the room by the panoramic window.

We were kissing hard, when he put me down on the desk, my legs still around him. He took his cock in his hand and pushed into my soaking pussy, my legs still wrapped him. I leant back against the wall, he grabbed my thighs and pulled me forward until I was led on my back on the desk. Thighs up and around him. He was stood between my thighs, a tall, strong, God of a man, as I looked up at him. He was thrusting into me, he felt so good, so deep.

His hands were on my thighs. I looked at them. It wasn't the first time that I had clocked them. Big, strong, scarred, masculine. They were perfect. Harry had passed the hand test in the bar, but it was only now that I really got to appreciate them.

I couldn't take my eyes off them as he gripped my thighs.

I was getting close, his rhythm was so good, building me to a crescendo. But I didn't want to cum just yet, I wanted the first one to be awesome, the longer I could hold out the better it would be.

I pushed him away.

"Getting close, are we?" he asked

"Yes, and I don't want to cum yet" I stood up and bent over the desk. He didn't need instruction or an invite, he was back inside me in a heartbeat. He fucked me so hard against the desk that the pens, pad and hotel information leaflets were sent flying. The desk banged against the wall. We would be waking the neighbours!

I could hear myself moaning, I could hear him moaning. He started to play with my clit, as he fucked me. I was so swollen. He rubbed and fucked.

I felt the orgasm start to hit me; it was like white fire burning from deep inside my pussy. My body started to tighten, every limb and muscle straining. I grabbed the edges of the table, my body now in a bent crucifix shape, I thrust back with all my might.

It washed over me like a tidal wave of pleasure, every nerve firing, my eyes were closed but I could see white lights, I felt the air leaving my lungs. I thought for a second that I was going to pass out. I was rushing towards the blackness but then the waves of pleasure started to ebb. I could hear the blood rushing in my ears, my body felt spent, beautifully exhausted.

I became aware of his voice, "Mina, you, ok?" I crashed back to earth. I could still feel him inside if me, I could feel his juices and mine seeping out of me. I opened my eyes, the wall in front of me coming into sharp focus.

I felt him withdraw from me. I started to stand; my legs were weak. He took my hand and turned me to him. Pulling me into him. He lowered his head and kissed me, with a tenderness that shocked me. Slow, gentle. I was aware that he was holding me up. As I slumped into him, he scooped me into his arms, carrying me like a child to the bed.

He laid me down, kissing my forehead.

"More wine?" he asked, heading to the dresser where I had placed the glasses, on the way stopping to pick up the wine that was on top of his bag.

He poured us both a large glass and headed back to the bed. His skin was moist with sweat. His cock still looked engorged, even though he was also spent.

He handed me a glass and led himself next to me, propping pillows behind him as he did.

"Well, as far as first-time sex goes, that was pretty damn good," he said and drank a large swallow of wine.

"It wasn't bad," I said. Looking straight ahead as I drank.

"Wasn't bad?" he challenged; I could see him looking at me from the corner of my eye.

I started to laugh.

He turned onto his side; head propped on one hand. I looked down at him. He really was handsome. I smiled.

"Not sure your ego needs any more fluffing," I said

"I'm not sure yours does either," he retorted. He wasn't wrong, I was a confident lover but what he clearly didn't realise was just how much of an effect he had on me.

"So, tell me more about you, Mina" he continued.

"I'm not sure what you want to know?" I looked away. I wasn't sure I wanted to have this conversation. Not because I had anything to hide but because I liked to keep things simple.

Meet, have fun, fuck, say goodbye. Talking meant sharing information. Information tended to give people power.

"Anything you want to tell me, I don't mean your dark secrets, just something,"

"Well, my job involves solving other people's problems, I don't have much family, I like wine, I like holidays in the sun, and I like to have great sex," I was being flippant, I cringed inwardly at my off handedness.

"Ok, thanks for the synopsis, not comfortable talking, I get it," I couldn't tell if he was offended or if he was feigning.

He rolled over and put his glass onto the bedside table, he rolled back and took my glass from my hand. He pulled me into him and started to kiss me. I was surprised that he was clearly ready to go again, the man had an impressive recovery rate.