Welcome Home Soldier

My mind certainly wasn't totally concentrating on giving my one-year-old daughter her bath. Actually, she was 1 year and two months old. In all of her short life she had spent very little time with her Daddy. Maybe I should start closer to the beginning.

My husband and I were young when we started our married life together. I was pregnant with our beautiful little girl. We have been best friends all our life, so it was always our plan to get married and start a family. We just got an earlier start than we expected.

We had only been married a few months when our life got interrupted by that dreaded letter from "our friends and neighbors" informing him he had been inducted into the army. That was just over two years ago. The first year in the army was spent in training. Of course the second year was in Vietnam.

Our daughter was 3 months old when he left for Vietnam. That was not quite a year ago and my husband's tour in Vietnam was nearly over.

I was anxiously waiting on a call from my husband telling me he was back on American soil. The day was December 22, 1970. He was supposed to be out of the army and headed to me on December 23. I think you can understand why I was distracted from my daughter. The bath time was over and I got her to bed.

I had lain awake in bed many nights of the last year praying he was ok and dreaming and planning for the day he was back home.

I was awake way before I needed to be. I showered, making sure I shaved my legs and pits. I took special care trimming my red pubic hair. I applied the Taboo bath powder that my husband loves and did my makeup. I got the new lingerie I had purchased especially for this occasion.

A baby blue lacy bra and matching French cut panties. The bra fastened in the front. I smiled thinking it would be easier for him to get it off! After dressing I stood in front of the full-length mirror wondering if the 5'5" 110 pound, 34 24 36, blue eyed, fair skinned, redhead would still excite my husband. My pink nipples seemed exceptionally excited.

I sat on the floor and painted my toes to match my finger nails. I couldn't help but notice there was a damp spot on my new panties right over my slit. I let my fingers feel the wetness, sending a near electrical shock through sexually tense my body.

My daughter was waking as I finished my nails and I hurried to get her breakfast and dress her. Of course she managed to get her sweet but messy fingers on my right breast leaving a spot of cereal right over my nipple. Her hand wasn't the one that touched me there in my many dreams!

I took the new dress I had purchased off the hanger and slipped it on. The dress was blue with white dots. It was a wrap dress and hit me an inch or so above my knees. The shoes I chose were a white wedge with an open back.

I gave myself one last look in the mirror before loading my daughter in the car and dropping her to stay at a friend's, while I retrieved her daddy.

Two months earlier her and I had met my husband in Hawaii for his long over do R&R. I have to tell you that I was in awe of the guy who I met there. I married a young man who had been the man of my dreams nearly all my life. I watched a fit and strong farm boy get on an airplane and leave for Vietnam. He was 6 feet tall and all of a sexy 145#. The soldier I met in Hawaii was twenty pounds of muscle heavier.

It was wonderful that her Daddy got to see her and it was amazing she seemed to know she belonged to him. It did however complicate making love more than a little. I had 10 months of missed sex to catch up on and naturally she didn't sleep. Her daddy was all mine first today; she could have him when I was finished with him!

It was a three hour drive and I was so worried I would be late. I did make it way before his plane was to arrive. I found a seat that seemed more isolated from the rest. I could look out and watch the planes landing. The wait seemed endless and was about to get even longer.

Just as it was time for his plane to arrive there was an announcement. The flight would be delayed. That brought tears to my eyes as I mumbled to myself," oh come on, Give us a break already!"

I settled back into the waiting game. It had been a long day and I got very little sleep the night before. I found myself drifting off to sleep. Have you ever fallen asleep in an airport? Trust me the chairs were not meant to be a bed!

I'm not sure what woke me but as my eyes opened and I took a few seconds to remember where the heck I was. As my eyes focused, I saw three young soldiers sitting in the row of seats in front of me, facing me. They seemed to be staring at me.

Ok, do you remember I had worn a dress that was respectable but maybe a little short? It wrapped around and tied. That dress wasn't made to be worn if you were sleeping in an airport. You guessed it I was putting on quite a show for those soldiers. I'm pretty sure they got to see those baby blue panties I was wearing. I just smiled and watched them as I slowly covered my exposed body parts.

I was awake again and went to check on the arrival time. I still had forty-five minutes to wait before I welcomed my husband home. I made my way back to the same seat. I just got sat down and noticed the young soldier boys were still intently watching my every move.

I smiled and asked, "Where are you guys going?"

One of the guys answered," We're headed to Ft. Lewis, Washington and then Vietnam."

My heart sank as I offered," I'm waiting on my husband; he's coming home from Vietnam today."

My mind flashed back to a time almost a year ago. It was my husband waiting on a plane to make the same trip as these three young men. It was a dreadful day, but my mind remembered how determined I was to give my husband a memory that would make him want to come back to me.

We had made love so many times over the thirty days of his leave, but I wanted one more time. I had worn a white blouse that buttoned and a pleated skirt.

We were sitting in seats in corner against a wall. It was nearly time for him to board the plane that was taking him away for a year. I refused to consider that it might be the last time I saw him.

I laid my coat over his lap and soon had his cock free. I soon discovered that even though we had made love so many times, that there was still life in his penis.

It was a little difficult, but I managed to get my panties off without drawing attention to us. I slipped them into his jacket pocket and then moved over his lap with my knees in his seat.

My husband was very helpful as he scooted forward in his seat and guided his cock as I lowered onto it. My skirt hid us as a slowly sat down on him. We kissed as I flexed my pelvic muscles to squeeze his cock. It wasn't long before I had his fertile man juice inside me one last time.

I slowly moved off his lap as I carefully covered him with the coat. I could feel the wet spot on my skirt growing as I sat down. I let him keep my panties.

Somehow the soldiers and I were suddenly more than people waiting on an airplane. For the next several minutes we became friends. Just so you know, I have always been a bit of an exhibitionist. Okay, I have always been a total exhibitionist. I know it sounds crazy but I felt the need to do my best to make a memory for those young men that I hoped they could remember for the next year.

I quickly surveyed my surroundings. No one except the soldiers was close by. I slipped my shoes off and casually let the dress fall exposing my legs. My eyes never stopped watching my audience as I spread my knees. I smiled as I watched the wide-eyed soldiers enjoying my show.

I reached for the tie that kept the dressed closed and looked at the guys teasing them. All three of them had a look of lust on their face as they nodded yes.

I took a quick look around and pulled the material that kept my dress closed. I held each side of my dress in my hands and stood. I slowly opened the dress exposing my body in just my bra and skimpy panties.

I wanted to give the soldiers a chance to get a good look. One of the guys lifted an 8mm Kodak camera. He held it showing me as if asking permission to record the view. I nodded yes and turned my face away.

After I assumed he had captured his memory, I closed my dress and slipped my bare feet back in my shoes and walked to the gate where my husband was to be coming home soon. I looked back at my new friends and was pleased they were still watching me.

The plane my husband was on finally was unloading. I watched as people walked into sight. Finally, there he was. I ran to him, jumping and wrapping my legs around him. You can imagine that I was once again exposing myself to anyone watching. Somehow I didn't care. I didn't ever want to let him go again.

We stood there kissing for a few minutes and then started to make our way hand in hand to retrieve his duffle bag. My new soldier friends were waiting and welcomed him home. They shook his hand and I suppose my husband might have been bit surprised that each of them gave me a hug.

What can I say, "I make friends easily!"

Finally, we were headed towards home. I had planned one more stop on the way. My husband was driving and reached in the glove box and held up a key to a room at the small motel on our route. The short drive there seemed very long but soon he was unlocking the door.

The door was barely closed when my lover stood in front of me. I stood motionless as he untied the band holding the dress closed. The dress opened and he looked his wife over and pushed the dress off my shoulders letting it fall around my feet.

He seemed to appreciate the front closure on my bra as he quickly opened it exposing my small breasts. My pink nipples stood at attention as they anticipated his mouth would soon be enjoying them.

After a long kiss he lifted me carrying me to the rented bed. I lifted my hips as he slid my panties down my legs. He slowly kissed down my body. My silly mind was wishing I had showered first but he certainly didn't seem to mind as his tongue explored my most personal places.

I loved everything he was doing but I wanted, no I needed him inside my body. I pulled him up on top of me and quickly rolled us over. I straddled him and started unfastening his belt and pants. Soon I had his pants and boxers down around his boots.

His cock was rock hard, and I could see the pre-cum oozing out. I was feeling very selfish as I positioned myself over his cock and guided the tip against my wet eager slit. From my position on top, I watched the tip of his cock slide into my pussy. My red bush surrounded it as I slowly lowered watching it disappear inside my needy body.

The feeling of him entering me was so intense I nearly had an orgasm. I just barely got all of him in when I felt him tense. I felt his cock surge inside me and felt the warm sensation of his fertile sperm spurting deep inside my body.

That was by far enough to send me over the edge and I orgasmed on his cock. I laid forward on him as we shared a kiss and held onto each other as I contracted my pelvic muscles milking his dick.

It was a short time before he rolled me over. He pulled away just long enough to get naked. I loved how his tanned bare skin felt against mine as he moved over me again.

He interlaced his fingers in mine and pushed my hands against the bed over my head. He didn't need to guide himself into me. His tool seemed to know the way. It took my breath as he quickly rammed his manhood so deep it felt like it hit bottom. He didn't waste a second to pull his hard cock nearly out then quickly go back inside. I could feel his balls slap my ass.

The feeling was so intense that it made it hard to get my breath. My legs wrapped around his hard warrior body as he forcefully made love to me. I could feel another orgasm building but didn't expect that he was about to set off a chain reaction of multiple orgasms. My heels were hooked on his hips, holding him deep in me as we shared long kiss while he orgasmed inside my very messy pussy.

We laid there with his hard body pressing against me, just holding each other in complete silence. Finally, he said, "Should we go home now?"

I looked at him and asked, "Could we make love one more time first?"

He didn't seem to think that was a bad idea.