What could she do?
With a stiff upper lip and no tears, God, no tears, she had waved
John off at the Norfolk pier as the USS Bataan left port bound
for the Gulf.
That was 3 months ago, but now it was their anniversary. He was
God knows how many miles away. The last e-mail she had gotten
from him, he was somewhere in the Persian Gulf, but that was
three days ago. He’d warned her that e-mail would be spotty, at
best.
What could she give him? The USO was putting strict guidelines on
what could be sent; and the DoD was still leery of packages.
His last e-mail was so hot. Maybe the equatorial sun was keeping
his body warm, maybe the distance made him want her more, or
maybe it was just the situation and his wanting to feel human
again. He poured emotion, hot and deep, into the letter; told her
what he would do if he were there with her. Her hand drifted up
to her chest, softly brushing against her breast, bringing the
nipple to attention.
Perhaps I should go re-read his letter, she thought to herself.
She headed into the bedroom, where they kept the computer, and
she pulled up his last e-mail.
She curled up in the chair, wiggling to get comfortable.
“Hey Angel,
I miss you. It’s starting to get hotter than hell over here. You
know how it gets down in the quarry? Mid day in August, and the
sun is shimmering over the ledges? All dusty and gritty and
grimy. That’s what it feels like–The quarry.
At night, if I tune out the jets taking off, I can almost imagine
I’m there. Bringing you down to the bottom of the quarry, where
it gets all nice and cool, no matter how hot it was during the
day. I imagine us there, and how I’d slowly peel your clothes
off, until you were glowing naked before me in the moonlight.”
Her skin began to moisten as she squirmed at his words. She knew
what was coming, so she pulled off her shirt.
She stopped suddenly, knowing exactly what to give him for their
anniversary. She clicked on the digital camera, setting it to
take still every 10 seconds, before she continued to read.
“I’d pull you up against me, let you feel how hard I was for you.
And I’d kiss you. Kiss you so hard, you’d know how badly I wanted
you. My hands would cup your ass and pull you to me, and then I’d
bring them up front and play with your tits. God, I miss your
tits.”
Her hands rose to her chest, squeezing and pinching her nipples
the way she liked him to do. She squirmed a bit and her eyes
fluttered closed. Finally, she forced her eyes to focus on the
screen and continued to read.
“I’d let my tongue move down your neck, down to your tits and
suck on your nipples. I can just feel my fingers on your smooth
back, kneading into you as I suck. I can feel your fingers
fiddling with the buttons on my shirt, pulling it out of my
jeans. Your hands feel so cool against my skin, so gentle.”
She sighed softly, her head lolling to one side at his imagined
nibbling. She shimmied quickly out of the rest of her clothes
before settling back into the seat. She reached over to her
drawer and pulled out the dildo John had gotten for her before he
left. She set it next to her in the chair before continuing.
“Your skin would glow in the moonlight. Do you know how beautiful
you are to me? My fingers would trace across your skin, lightly,
gently. And I’d smile when you shivered. My hands would slide
down your hips, smooth over that really sexy silk skirt you wear
when we go to my parent’s for dinner. My fingers ruck it up and
I’d fall to my knees. I can almost smell you, if I concentrate
hard enough.”
Her fingers were busy, first skimming her arms, her sides,
pulling up on her tits, kneading them. Her hands roamed her
torso, gently teasing herself. A blush rose from her diaphragm.
Her fingers dipped lower, but she waited for his direction.
“Can you feel me nuzzle your pussy? Feel my nose press up against
your clit? Feel my tongue flick out against your wet pussy lips.
God, you taste good. My fingers press into your cheeks, pulling
you closer to me, supporting you when I feel you sway. You like
it when I do that, don’t you? My tongue dipping deeper into your
pussy, sucking out your juices. That’s it, moan for me, Angel.
Let it go for me.”
Her fingers followed his words, tickling first her clit, then
down lower into her wet tunnel. Her fingers circled her clit,
pressing and pinching, then pressing further into her depths. She
moaned, a moan of frustration, her eyes shut.
She could no longer focus on the words on the screen, but she
remembered them. It wasn’t that hard, as much as she’d read it.
With her eyes closed, she reached for the dildo.
“I can feel you shuddering, Angel. You want to come, don’t you? I
love how your body is so expressive. I could flick my tongue
right now, and make you come.
But that would be too easy. I lean back to watch the desire and
frustration pass over your face. I take off my pants quickly,
before you can truly miss me. My hands on your ass, I lift you up
to me. You’re so light, like a feather; and I feel your legs
encircle my waist.
Do you feel me? Can you? My desperate cock searching for your
hidden warmth? Feel it thrust deeply into you? I miss the way you
would cry out when I’m deep inside you.”
She pressed the dildo in, moving against it now. It wasn’t John,
but it would help ease the loneliness. She flicked the switch to
the quiet motor, felt it reverberate through her. She pressed it
deeply, crying out for him, squirming madly in the chair, lost in
the sensations he would have brought her if he were there.
“Can you feel that? Feel me swell inside you? Feel my hips
bucking against you, our thighs slapping together? God, you make
me want to come. I feel your pussy squeeze my cock, and I know
you’re coming. It’s like a hand squeezing my cock.
And you know what? When I come back, no more condoms. When I come
back, I’m not going anywhere else again. I know I said no before.
But when I imagine my cum spurting into you, I feel dizzy. And
all I can think is that maybe this time, you’ll get pregnant.”
Her movements quickened, as she ran through what he had written,
in her head. Her fingers squeezed her breast as she wailed her
orgasm. She whimpered until she turned off the vibrator,
desperately trying to catch her breath. After a few minutes,
when her breathing returned to normal, she scrolled through to
the end of the e-mail.
“I know I said no before, babe. But I love you, and the thought
of you is what gets me through all the bullshit over here. The
thought of this being over, and my being home, with you, and
watching you grow; You would be so beautiful, you know that?
I have to get going. I’m sorry. I love you, Amanda. Be safe,
John”
She turned off the camera, and saved it to edit later. She’d love
to send all of them; but it was unlikely she could get away with
that. She’d smuggle him one, maybe two, and save the rest for
his return. She threw on some clothes, touching her burgeoning
belly lightly. She hadn’t told him, afraid of what he’d say,
afraid he’d blame her for the “accident”. Now she knew she had
the perfect anniversary gift for him.