Week's Vacation Day 04

"Bacon! You sure do know how to treat a man," he teased.

"Of course. I was raised around a lot of them. It's easy. Feed um meat, don't make um wait long, feed um meat..." I trailed off making thoughtful noises. "Something else they like can't think what it is." I pressed my self back into him. Resisting the urge to actually say 'eat their meat' aloud.

He chuckled and squeezed me tighter before letting go. He grabbed us a couple of beers out of the fridge while I brought our sandwiches to the table, snagging a bag of chips on the way. I watched Brian eat, enjoying the play of muscles along his jaw and the look of obvious enjoyment he wore. He hadn't bothered putting his shirt back on earlier but had thrown it in with the laundry. Not even the traces of lip stain still on his chest took away my enjoyment of the view.

"What? Do I have something on my face?"

"Naw. You're just so purdy I like looking at your face." I laid the accent on thick and smiled at him sweetly.

"Aw shucks. Not near so purdy as you are. Why you're just cuter than...I can't think of anything near as cute as you." He propped his chin on one hand, batting his lashes at me.

"Wow that's disturbing. You should do that if you get pulled over the cop will think you're having a seizure." I laughed. "Do I look like that?" I batted my eyes rapidly at him.

"You mean like this?" He demonstrated his eye batting again.

I giggled, snorting once. I covered my lower face with both hands but couldn't quite stop laughing. He laughed with me.

We left the lunch dishes in the sink to be dealt with later. When we got back to the library he sat where I'd been before and I lay with my head in his lap. We didn't bother to pretend to read. I closed my eyes to enjoy him running his fingers through my hair.

I rolled what I'd been wanting to ask him the last couple days over in my mind wondering how to approach it. I was definitely falling for this guy. He had made a point of telling me about his ex the other night. It seemed like you wouldn't make a point about how you planned to be settled and married unless that was still what you wanted.

"So after you get back, you have a plan? I mean like a job and area you're going to settle down in?" I kept my eyes closed trying to seem casual.

"It's pretty simple to slide into a civilian contracting slot since thats what I'm already doing. I'll probably even be able to stay in the area if I want. Listen don't be worried okay? I'm not heading off into combat. I'm going over to Germany to work on contracts from there. It's not a big deal. Honestly I feel a bit like I'm cheating not getting something more dangerous as my last tour."

I knew he'd been sent over seas before. He'd just gotten home from a tour in Iraq when we first started talking. He hadn't been very open about how he'd spent his time there or how he felt about any of it. He in stark contrast had been very vocal about this tour, how he was excited to see Germany. He'd also brought up how glad he was to be finishing up his time in the air force. I thought he felt relieved he didn't have to be in the thick of things again as well.

"I'm glad you won't be. Besides it'll be tough tasting all that German beer." I teased hoping to take away the frown that'd settled on his face.

He smiled tightly. "Yeah. So will you come visit me? I've heard Paris can be a day trip away." He hummed a few bars of something and threw in a few french words.

"I have no clue what you're saying." I laughed. "You could be saying the moon is full of cheese for all I know."

"I could be saying that for all I know. It's an Eartha Kitts song my Mom likes. I don't even remember if any of it's in English."

"So you'd really want me to visit you in Germany?" The conversation had ended up taking a vastly different path than I'd wanted. Still it made my heart leap that he couldn't wait another six months to see me.

"Of course. I don't know how things are going to be over there exactly. I'll be in base housing just like I am right now on Langley. So It wouldn't be hugely glamorous unless we did go to Paris or a hotel. I'd love to see you before I actually come back."

I grinned. "I'm not exactly a high class fancy pants type of woman. I'd love to come visit you." I swallowed my frustration at not getting the conversation around to the topic of commitment and kids. I had a moment to wonder if withholding the fact that you would never have kids was the same as lying. It might not even matter in the long run. I pushed it from my mind determined to enjoy the here and now.

"That's not what your underwear drawer says about you." He leaned down and kissed me. It was soft and sweet, leaving me feeling more than a little blown away by the tenderness he managed to convey. His fingers trailed down my neck. They played over my collarbone slowly before tracing the edge of my top.

His hands hooked under my back, shifting me until I was draped over his lap half reclining against the couch arm. I wrapped my arms around his neck massaging his upper back with my roaming hands.

His lips brushed over mine then trailed hotly over my neck. I twisted so my breasts pressed into his chest. I nipped his earlobe lightly before running the tip of my tongue along the outside swirl of the lobe. He shivered once as I breathed hotly over the wetness.

"Wait. What exactly does my underwear drawer say about me?" I asked pulling back.

He used one arm to sweep my hair around until it was draped over the couch arm prettily. "Well...mainly what it said to me was you're a woman who has some fancy underpants. So you are in fact a fancy pants type of woman. Oh and they're a mess. No offense! Unless you'll throw your panties in my face again." He teased grinning as he rubbed the tip of his nose against mine. He brought a handful of hair around draping it between my breasts.

"Fair enough. So I suppose you fold every thing neatly and even put away your socks in rows?" My tone matched his teasing one. He'd already told me he liked order and kept his place very organized. His hand slipped under the hem of my tee stroking up my side.

"I don't roll my socks I fold them together twice and stack them together by color. I'm not a total neat freak though. I can appreciate the beauty in imperfection." He slipped his hand up grazing over a bare nipple causing it to pucker tightly. His hand swept the tee up bunching the fabric under my arms.

"See perfection would be you laid naked except those stockings across my lap but I can see the beauty in you just like this." He traced an ever tightening circle over my breast with one finger. He smiled finally bringing his gaze up to my eyes.

I sat up taking off the tee entirely before laying back. His hand swept up between my breasts, traveling first over one then the other, teasingly plucking at the nipples. "Beautiful."

I raised a hand to his chest and he caught it in his. He took both my hands and raised them over my head, he held them there with one hand while his other returned to pluck and tease my nipples softly. I felt embarrassingly exposed as well as powerfully turned on by this position. The hand holding mine was loose but I didn't try to pull away, I wanted to know where this was going. I arched my back lifting myself into his touch.

He leaned forward wrapping his lips around one hard nipple his hand cupping and lifting it from underneath before switching his attentions to the other. Brian's lips covered mine as his fingers unzipped my fly. He popped open the button on my shorts fingers combing lightly through my short bush. He pulled back to watch his hand disappear down my shorts..

I began to squirm under his light touch wanting more. He withdrew his hand and I growled in protest. He chuckled as he began shucking my shorts one handed down over my hips. I started to pull my hands down to help but his fingers tightened on my wrist stopping me. "Just lift your hips."

He managed to whip them off easily once he got them to my knees. He hooked a hand behind the knee closest to the couch back drawing it up and to the side. His palm dragged down my inner thigh until it covered my pussy again. I could feel myself getting wet and I could feel Brian's erection against my side.

"See perfection," he breathed.

I was beginning to wonder exactly how far he was going to take this. I was sore but I was coming close to not caring. I could feel Brian's erection again my side where I was draped across his lap.

"How's this?" His fingertips plucked at my swollen inner labia.

I moaned, "That's not sore at all." I assured him.

"How about here?" His fingers pressed back to delve in my wetness before sliding up around my clit. I shuddered hungry for more. His fingertips grazed my clit and I felt electrified. I bucked my hips and then pulled them back from the too intense sensations.

"I know how to fix that." He withdrew his fingers, bringing them up and sucking them clean with his eyes locked on mine. He kissed me then releasing my wrists and shifting me so I was sitting up. I could taste myself on his lips before he pulled away, standing.

He pressed me back so I was draped over the sofa arm again. His hands cupped my breasts flicking the nipples with his thumbs. He swept his hands down until they could grasp behind my knees pulling them wide, twisting my hips towards him where he knelt in front of the couch. He bent over me and his tongue swept deep from the back all the way up until it swept over my clit. He used gentle fingers to part me and his tongue rode my clit firmly before he sucked it and my inner labia into his mouth.

My hands found my own breasts while his mouth devoured my wet cunt. "Oh yeah. That feels so good." I pinched my nipples to resist the temptation to grab the back of his head and hump his face. His hands cupped my ass lifting my hips off the couch. I dug my heels into the buttery leather, lace stockings causing them to slide a bit. I lost myself in the moment turned on past caring what noises or words came out of my mouth. When my orgasm came I clamped one calf around his back pulling him into me, pinning him in place.

He continued slowly licking me after I collapsed back panting raggedly. After a while he stood dropping his jeans. He had one hand firmly wrapped around his cock and a scrap of fabric protruding from the other. He straddled my hips. I ran my hands up the tops of his thighs and took his cock in both fists shooing his own hands away.He chuckled apparently finding this comical.

"Here," he said it quietly and I saw his face was flushed. He offered me the scrap of fabric. I took it in one hand recognizing my torn panties. I left the other slowly teasing the tip of his cock with my thumb. I understood what he wanted immediately. I spread them over the palm of my hand showing them to him clearly.

"Do you want me to stroke your hard cock with my dirty panties?" I saw the flare of excitement in his eyes and smiled. He nodded. "Do you want to cum all over my breasts?" I asked as I began slowly sliding them up and down his cock. I knew from our many phone conversations that the dirty talk itself was a turn on and cumming on my breasts another.

"Oh fuck yes!" He affirmed unsteadily.

"If you slid up I could suck the head of your hard cock while I stroke you with the panties still." I tempted him. His nostrils flared and I could tell I'd given him an idea for later but he shook his head for now. I slid my bare hand back to cup his balls. It was an awkward angle but the groan this wrung from deep in his throat made it more than worth it.

I took my time stroking him soft and slow for a long time before I sped up. He seemed content to let me stroke him for however long I would. I wondered if it was willpower or extreme neglect. He was a very attentive and skilled lover so I leaned towards it being self control but I kept thinking of him basking in my every simple touch earlier. When I did quicken my strokes he reached down and tugged the panties from my hand. It didn't take me long to stroke him to climax after that and I began to doubt my theory about self control.

His cum strung out over my left breast mainly and a pool of it formed in the valley over my sternum. I continued to softly rub the head of his cock with my thumb after he finished using a bead of cum like a lube. He let his head fall back, making soft appreciative noises. I wasn't exactly turned on by being ejaculated on but it didn't bother me either. I did enjoy knowing I'd pleased him so well. The muscles in his thighs ticked involuntarily and his stomach quivered.

I scooted up out from between his thighs until my knees were even with his and pushed him over. He toppled without protest stretching out groaning with obvious satisfaction. I extracted a foot from under his ass and he made a funny little chuffing noise. I scooped up my tee wiping the majority of the cum from my chest before I slid up to lie beside Brian. I ran my hand over his chest enjoying the feel of his still pounding heartbeat under my palm.

"Don't you dare throw those panties away if I pass out." His voice was a low rumble with my ear pressed to his chest.

"Who says I'm not gonna pass out, too?" I asked saucily.

"You're way too squirmy to be headed that way."

I stilled myself realizing I'd been rubbing my thigh over the top of his in addition to the hand wandering his chest.

"Don't stop. I just meant you can't pass out if you have the energy for that." He squeezed my waist with his arm before going limp again.

"So are you really going to keep those panties?" I asked.

He cracked one eye whether to judge my reaction or simply to see if I was seriously going to keep him awake I didn't know. He closed it and I saw a blush creeping up his neck. "Yes I am. Forever!"

I giggled at his embarrassment, enjoying myself. "So you really are a kinky pervert!" I teased him with words he'd once used on me when I told him I thought watching him masturbate on cam was sexy. He flushed more deeply and I realized he was honestly bothered. I levered myself up until I hovered over him my nose a bare inch from his. "I kinda like it." I waited for him to open his eyes and look at me. "I like it when you blush you're adorable."

"I'm supposed to be saying that to you. I don't want you to think I'm creepy. Perverted is okay as long as it doesn't gross you out."

I laughed unable to help myself. "I just jerked you off with panties you ripped off me and let you come on my chest. I don't know if that's perverted but it was all pretty hot stuff to me. Unless this is the part where you tell me you have a drawer full of ladies underwear you sniff to get off I think we're good. You don't do you?"

"No I told you earlier I prefer wet panties on or just taken off normally. Those are special though."

"It's cause you ripped them off isn't it?" I asked. I rolled my eyes not giving him the chance to answer before I went on. "Boys! If I was gonna keep a trophy it'd be for a better reason than I had big muscles."

"That's not it. So what do you consider perverted?" He asked changing the topic.

I debated refusing to let the panty issue drop and gave up. "I dunno I'm not exactly experienced but that was more cowardice than aversion. I guess pain and being told what to do are strictly off limits with me. You know what I mean. Not like you telling me what you want me to do but like domination stuff. I don't exactly find men in women's underwear hot either but I wouldn't judge I love men's boxers." I grinned at the choked noise he made.

"I don't wear women's underwear." I was proud of him for the calmness he managed after his sputtering stopped.

"I didn't say you did." I said innocently. "How about you? What do you consider off limits?"

"Women who cruelly tease men is very high on my list."

"I've heard blue balls isn't a laughing matter." I nodded seriously. "What else?"

"Oh shit." He chuckled. "I agree with the pain and domination pretty much. Where exactly have you been chatting to learn about stuff like that?

"Wow I just realized what you think of me. Okay here's the thing, you think I'm some sheltered sweet little country girl but I'm not. I'm an hour away from Knoxville and some extreme shopping options. I buy sexy underwear to please myself. Also I read a lot. I also read a lot of different stuff. Including often the men's magazines on the back of my Uncle Uno's toliets. I was raised by a man only twelve years older than me, he just didn't think to really shelter me from sex stuff. Not that he was perverted or let boys around me if he knew about them just he wasn't really my father or that mature. My mother is well, in a word wild. She's probably the only mother to explain anal as a good birth control method. I'm constantly shocked she doesn't have herpes. I'm telling you this so you'll understand why I'm not sexually oppressed. I was never told anything was wrong." I laughed hoping I hadn't just shocked or insulted him.

"I know stuff. I even have very firm opinions on some things. I watch porn sometimes, too. Its always been easier to say no than risk turning out like my mother." I looked at him frankly, willing him to ignore my blushing cheeks.

He cleared his throat. "I just got the impression that maybe you were..." he trailed off.

"You mean I wouldn't do anything on cam and I was nervous at first when we'd have phone sex." I shrugged, "I said I knew stuff not that I'd done stuff. It was also way harder to think of how to say some things on the phone. Stupid but there you are. I think maybe I'm a way bigger pervert than you. Good thing I'm not scaring you off by telling you everything all at once."

"So," he said, "what you're telling me is you're every man's ultimate fantasy and you just happened to be single and fall into my lap without me even realizing what I had at first? A lady on the street and sexually adventurous nympho in the bedroom. Now seriously we need to discuss this you have to have a huge fault somewhere. Mainly cause there's no way I'll be able to keep you if you don't."

"I get that you're being cute but I have a lot of faults. I'm stubborn and argumentative about stupid stuff. I love trashy low humor so that rules out the lady part right there. I can be very selfish. If you ever cheated on me I'd burn all your shit on your front lawn. Shamelessly. like stand there and tell the neighbors you cheated so I'm burning your shit. The sexually adventurous part is brand new." I paused wondering if I was being honest or just trying to scare him off before I got more attached.

"Fair enough I'll never cheat on you. Don't ever cheat on me either though. I have a very bad track record of girls I fall for cheating on me. Stay a coward with other men okay? Only be perverted with me."

My heart stuttered a bit at him saying he was falling for me until I processed that he meant in future. "I'm not a cheater or cheap. I slept with you right away because you paid the toll." I turned the last teasing not wanting to get into anything too deep too fast. I'd only meant to make him understand that I wasn't some ignorant hillbilly.

"What was the toll?" he asked.

"Well you put a years hard work into pitching woo through the phone, Internet, and postal service. Then you traveled eight hours to meet and presented me with proper tribute. Which you had made with your own two hands. Plus you're very hot and I hadn't gotten laid in over a year."

"When you say it that way it does sound impressive. So now back to something important you said earlier. About watching porn..." he prompted me.

"You can't be meaning you want to watch some. You've cum twice today and I'm sore." I said it laughingly.

"What? Would you mind? NO! I meant what do you normally watch?" He seemed a bit flustered.