Sitting in my seat on the flight to Heathrow Airport, London, my mind wandered back to two weeks ago, that last weekend I was home. I'd called an ex-girlfriend in DC to tell her I was being assigned to the UK for four years. I was an American Serviceman at the time. I couldn't believe she just dropped everything, hopped on a plane and flew from Washington, DC straight to Baton Rouge just to spend the weekend with me before I left. I mean, one minute we were on the phone talking, and the next it seems we were together. Both our planes landed at the same airport less than 30 minutes apart. Awesome! After I told her that I was being sent to England for three years the following Monday, she said that I couldn't go before she had a large piece of me.
Shirl and I had been lovers off and on since elementary school. She was one especially sweet, chocolate lady. Her creamy smooth, dark complexion was one of the reasons that I was so attracted to her. She was the only girl in my life that I never seemed to ever get enough of. We could make love for two or three days, and I still wanted more of her. She had what it took to move me in ways no one else ever could. The problem was that she never wanted to remain in my life for more than a few days or a few months at a time. She would show up out of nowhere, or call me on the phone, and we'd get together for a fun filled sexual adventure. We'd make passionate love, over and over, and I didn't ask how long she'd stay. Once I did ask, and she said, "Don't worry about it sweetheart. We'll sing in the sunshine, make wonderful love, laugh a lot, and then I'll be on my way. You know me."
She knew that when she wanted me, I would drop whatever or whoever I was doing and make myself available for her. I loved her dearly, but I knew better than to let myself fall in-love with her. She loved me the same way, but never could let herself make a long term commitment or get too close. I never really knew why, but I think it had something to do with the things her Baptist Preacher father taught her as a child. But today she's here, and what an adventure we'll have!
I picked her up at the airport and we embraced, sharing a long, hot kiss, a promise of things to come later. We collected her luggage and rented a car. We drove to the hotel where I'd reserved a room for us to use the entire weekend. We were hardly inside the door before she assaulted me (as usual). That was anther thing I loved about her, she was a pistol, a magnum at that. Sex with her wasn't just good sex. It was a total erotic experience on a level I never attained with any other woman. She was sexually freakish, and she brought out the freak in me. This girl was so hot, she could set fire to an ice cube.
We started to manhandle each other, first on the floor, then the bed, kissing, petting, caressing, tearing off bits of clothing as we went so that when we finally got done ravaging each other to the point of unbelievable sexual arousal, it was time for action. She had not traveled this distance for nothing.
I placed her in the middle of the bed. Then I positioned myself on my knees between her wide spread legs, my cock standing straight out in front of me. She looked at it and licked her lips as I slowly stroked it for her. She started to massage her own breasts, and placing her feet flat on the bed, lifted her pussy off the bed, making these small rotations with her hips. It was amazing! She was making the smallest, tightest spirals I'd ever seen. If she could keep those rotations that tight with my dick inside her, I was in for a different kind of treat.
I took my time, and lowered my tongue down to her waiting snatch. She loved to be eaten. "Oh, yesss," she moaned, "He's eating my pussy. Haaaaaauuh!!"
Another thing I loved about Shirl was the way she had this tendency to graphically describe everything I was doing to her, and what she was feeling as a result of my ministrations. When we made love, the girl got totally lost in what we were doing. There was nothing else on her mind, nothing at all, except her pleasure and mine, not necessarily in that order. There could be a tornado going on outside the building, and it didn't register with her. She had the ability to get totally caught up in the sex act.
I licked her labia, alternating side to side. I stuck my tongue deep into her pussy as she took both hands and grabbed my hair, pulling my face down hard onto her pussy while she moved herself back and forth, making spiraling movements and moaning.
"Oh my God, his tongue is inside me, it feels so good, aaah, so damn good! ssuuumm!"
