Runway Rendezvous

Friday! It meant 1400 dismissal from duty. Now I could pick up my wife, Sandy, for grocery shopping. She knows I love seeing her in short shorts, and first thing when I saw her, I let my eyes run up and down those long legs. I have always looked forward to getting married and doing family things like this: going to the commissary after payday with my wife, then heading home for time together. (Right now, we have no kids, so family time for us is BMT—baby-making time!) I definitely don’t want my beautiful wife to be a stumbling block to other airmen, but a large part of me loves how beautiful she looks, and the way she dresses shows that off. I know she’s mine alone to hold. Going up and down the aisles with her this afternoon served as early foreplay for me, watching the way light reflected off the polished floor and onto her toned legs.

We raced each other to get all the groceries into the house, and then the bags thudded onto the table as my lips met her giggling smile. Soon, my hands grasped both her buttocks. When she turned her back to me to put away the cold items, I ran my fingers under her stomach and navel.

Sandy bent over and wiggled her hips as if waving a denim flag before the eyes of her bull. I rubbed my crotch on her bum, and the blood began to collect and extend my member, pressing it against her. As soon as the freezer door closed, I whisked her up in my arms and felt her cold-stiffened nipples poking through her shirt against my chest. Her teeth lightly clenched my lip until I buried my face in her neckline. A shiver ran down my spine as her heat intensified. I tightened my grip, pulling her closer, desperate to feel her every curve. The scent of her perfume, a heady mix of vanilla and something subtly musky, filled my senses. My heart pounded in my chest, a primal rhythm echoing her own quickened breaths. The heat radiating from her body was intoxicating, pulling me further into a vortex of lust. Her skin felt like silk beneath my fingertips, each touch sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I began to kiss her neck, my lips tracing the delicate curve of her collarbone, then slowly descending to her chest. Her breasts were firm and full, a captivating sight that made my muscles tense. With a surge of desire, I shifted my grip, pulling her closer still, until her body pressed against mine. The world narrowed to just the two of us, locked in a silent exchange of anticipation. I leaned down, whispering against her ear, “You look incredible, Sandy.” Her response was a breathless sigh and a desperate cling to my arm.

As she turned back to the groceries, I continued my exploration. Reaching beneath her shirt, my fingers traced the sensitive skin around her nipples, eliciting a moan of pleasure. I gently pulled on her shorts, slowly and deliberately, as if savoring the anticipation. The denim ripped with a satisfying sound, revealing the smooth curve of her thighs. I held her by the hips, pulling her closer, and then, with a swift movement, slid my hand down her leg, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingers. She arched her back slightly, her body tensing in response to my touch. I pressed my lips against her inner thigh, savoring the sensation of her arousal. The scent of her sweat mingled with the scent of her perfume, creating a heady, intoxicating fragrance. It was a primal connection, a raw and undeniable desire that consumed me completely.

As she reached for a carton of eggs, I shifted my weight, bringing my body closer to hers. My hand found its way to her rear, my fingers caressing the smooth expanse of her buttocks. She shivered, pulling her legs closer, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. I increased the pressure, my hand firmly grasping her hips, feeling the blood rush to her core. The heat intensified, spreading through her body like wildfire. Her nails dug into my bicep, a desperate plea for more. I obliged, pulling her closer still, until her body pressed against mine, her body trembling with anticipation. My gaze shifted downward, tracing the line of her exposed thigh, and then, with a surge of passion, I brought my lips to her clitoris. Her moans grew louder, more insistent, as she writhed in my grasp. The world faded away, leaving only the two of us locked in a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure. The sensation was exquisite, an overwhelming rush of ecstasy that left me breathless and weak.

The feeling intensified as I began to grind my hips against hers, feeling her muscles tense and contract. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer still. The heat became unbearable, a burning sensation that spread throughout my body. I began to pump my member with increasing force, feeling her response in every thrust. Her moans reached a fever pitch, her body convulsing with pleasure. The air around us crackled with electricity, a palpable sense of lust and desire. It felt as though our bodies were merging, becoming one with each other. I felt her every movement, every breath, every gasp, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of the moment. The world disappeared, leaving only the two of us, lost in a passionate embrace.

Lost in the heat, I lowered myself to the floor, pulling Sandy down with me. Her weight pressed against mine, our bodies intertwined in a tangled mass of limbs and desires. The room spun around us, blurring into a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations. The scent of sweat and arousal filled the air, thick and heavy. As we continued to grind against each other, my member pulsed with pleasure, feeding off the energy of her arousal. Her cries of ecstasy echoed through the room, a symphony of pleasure that filled our senses. It was a primal dance of lust and desire, a celebration of our connection. With each thrust, we drew closer, our bodies becoming increasingly intertwined, lost in the throes of passion. We held on for dear life, lost in the intoxicating pleasure of our mutual ecstasy. The heat built, reaching a crescendo as we both surrendered to our desires, our bodies merging into one. It was a moment of pure bliss, an unforgettable experience that would forever be etched in our memories.

Later, as we lay tangled in the sheets, exhausted but exhilarated, I felt a deep sense of contentment. My body ached with pleasure, my senses overwhelmed by the intensity of our encounter. The memory of our passionate embrace lingered in my mind, a potent reminder of our connection. Looking down at Sandy, her eyes closed in peaceful slumber, I realized that this was exactly where I wanted to be, lost in the warmth of her embrace, consumed by the desire that burned within me. The thought of her filled me with a deep sense of gratitude, a feeling that I was the luckiest man in the world. This was the beginning of our life together, a journey filled with passion, pleasure, and endless love. And as I drifted off to sleep, lulled by the rhythm of her breathing, I knew that our story had only just begun. The heat from her body washed over me, pulling me deeper into a world of pleasure and desire. I closed my eyes, savoring the lingering sensations, feeling the warmth spread through my veins. It was a moment of pure bliss, a testament to the power of love and desire. The memory of our encounter would forever be etched in my mind, a reminder of the intoxicating pleasure we shared. As I drifted off to sleep, I knew that our connection was stronger than ever, forged in the fires of passion and desire. And as the sun rose on a new day, I knew that our life together would be filled with endless possibilities, fueled by the love and lust that burned within us.

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