My Marines and I finally get home from our long 7 month sojourn to Iraq, seven months of missing you even though we're in contact almost daily, we've both gone without the intimate contact of another warm human being. Of course you're there, waiting for me at the terminal. We stare for a second then it's a rush of tears, kisses and hugs. There's a final formation with the CO telling us to be careful and make sure we get enough rest before we head off into the winds, even though it's less then 10 minutes it seems like and eternity. He say's "Dismissed!", and everyone rushes to grab their bags and hit the road. After I get my bags in the car, we start driving home. You ask if I'm hungry, not really. My nerves are still jittery from the 20 hour plane ride. On the way home I can hardly keep my hands off you, it feels so right sitting next to you again. Every stop light we kiss, feels like being back in high school and first love.
Leaving the bags in the car we head upstairs to the apartment and the kids are already away safely at your dad's house. We pass silently through the living room, clothes disappearing as by magic on the way to the bathroom, we stop at the sink to brush our teeth naked, hardly touching but hairs breathe away from each other. Just looking at each other in the mirror. Still a word hasn't been spoken since we got to the house, we step into the shower.
You start it up, ah clean water, I could drink it directly from the pipes, real pressure and warm, mmmm. I just close my eyes for a second and am content with life. Sometimes it's the small things that you miss.
My eyes are still closed and I feel you putting shampoo in my hair, you massage the shampoo in with deft gentle motions, I rinse and you repeat it with the conditioner. I rinse and you wash my face in small circler motions then you pull the scrunchy down and start washing my body. I open my eyes, I'm watching you cleaning my body, occasionally you rub your breasts against me in seeming innocence. I'm already an iron bar. You glance up, I can see the interest in your eyes, you bypass my sex, I moan, even though the water is hot, I shiver. You're massaging my legs with the scrunchy and you head brushes me, another innocent gesture? You pull up on my leg lightly and I lift my foot, you're rubbing the soap in with firm smooth motions starting with my ankle, working your way down to my toes. You clean each one with slow massaging motions, being careful of the spaces in-between the toes and hand me the scrunchy.
You're down on your knees and you reach beside your head and grab a bar of soap and slowly, oh so slowly you start lathering up your hands. I am steel. You reach up and gently start soaping up my ball sack and between my legs, and with slow strokes move forwards with small circler motions, teasing me till you reach the head. You start going back and forth with twisting as you pull the skin back, cleaning behind the head. I close my eyes, and you do this for about a minute then reach up, I open my eyes and hand you the shower head and you rinse and hand it back to me and then lick my head, swirling your tongue around it. With no further instruction you take me in your mouth and go all the way down. I'm hard enough to knock holes in concrete but I stay still, you work. Sucking, licking, occasionally swallowing the entire organ and I feel my knees grow weak. I say the first words "if you keep doing this I'm going to cum...." You just glance up at me and I see a hint of a smile dance in your eyes. You massage the area behind my balls then it's beyond holding back, I feel my knees melt, I'm holding on to the window seal above my head to keep from falling. It doesn't seem to end; it feels like I'm cumming gallons down your throat and you just keep swallowing till I'm done.
Black spots dance before my eyes, I'm breathing hard like I just ran three miles. Whew. I rinse off the sweat that's re-beading on my forehead and just shudder there for a sec and we exchange places, now it's my turn.
I squirt a silver dollar sized glob of shampoo onto my hand and emulsify it between my palms and start working my way through your hair while using my fingers to kneed your scalp. Your eyes close while I'm doing this and you lean back against me, I do this for about a minute and using unseen body language alone you know it's time to rinse off. I follow through with the conditioner, using the same kneading motions on the scalp, you rinse. I open the jar of facial soap and work a small amount between my fingers and start working in into your forehead, then eyebrows, cheeks, between your eyes, nose, chin and tilt your head towards the shower head. You immerse you face with your eyes closed and pull your face out of the water; I slide up and kiss you deeply and feel myself start to rise again, not quite steel yet. We have one of those kisses where you forget where you're at and then slowly draw away. You're panting a bit now.
I grab the scrunchy and squirt some body wash on it and start working it through. You're still leaning against the wall from the kiss; I start lathering the shoulder that's facing me, you breathe deeply and move away from the wall, I scrub your other shoulder and work my way down your back. I work my way up your left side and up the arm, not hurrying because there is no rush. Half way up your arm you start to turn, I reach your fingertips and work my way back down your arm and down to your left breast, I do small circles in a bigger circle going toward you nipple. I finally reach your nipple and it's like a hard stone under my hand. I roll it back and forth between my fingers, you rinse, and I put my mouth to it mouth, sucking and nibbling softly. You make a sighing sound almost underneath your breath.
Yup that's working...
I work my way across to your other breast and your breathing picks up and I can feel your body wanting to lean towards me but you don't. I work my way down your body, down over your belly, down one leg, back up and down your other leg; I sit down on the floor of the tub and start down your shins and the top of your feet. I motion for you to turn around, you do and lift up one foot, I work my way down to your toes and clean in between them, you squirm just a bit then put your foot down, the same follows with the other. Then I'm massaging my way up your legs and clean your buttocks.
You pull down the massaging shower head and step around me, without getting up, I move next to the faucet and you glide to floor on the other side. My legs go under yours and yours spread as you slide forward. I reach for the shaving cream and lather your nether regions; I shave you working my way from the edge of you pelvis in, making short sure strokes, pulling the skin taunt between passes. I'm at your slit and I can feel the heat raising that somehow feels hotter then the shower we're in. You take a deep breath in when I brush your clit when I shave the hair on your lips, I'd like to think it's from excitement not fear of me being down there with a sharp razor. That I might be out of practice after 7 months gone. If it's fear it's unwarranted. Seconds later, you're as smooth as the softest satin.
I put the razor and shaving cream up; it's almost like a ritual these habits that you fall back into. Next comes the soap, I lather up my hands, once again starting at the edge of the pelvis and working my way in, almost a massage. It's more sensual then sexual, even though there is a definite sexual tension running beneath everything. I can see you almost holding your breath.