Red Shorts, Army Heart

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the parking lot of the apartment complex as we unloaded the Ford pickup truck. Boxes overflowing with memories, houseplants yearning for sunlight, and other personal belongings spilled from the truck bed. My wife, Shawna, a first lieutenant fresh from Georgia, wore a vibrant red shorts and a tan t-shirt emblazoned with “ARMY.” She’d been transferred here for a year, a change of scenery after her time in the military. The Army had taken care of the bulk of the moving last Thursday, leaving us to transport our most cherished possessions. As I wrestled with a heavy box, I noticed Shawna had shed her t-shirt, revealing a white sports bra beneath. The heat of the day had clearly gotten to her, and the glimpse of her toned physique ignited a sudden, intense desire within me. Her form was captivating, the way she bounced as she moved, the curve of her chest – it all held an undeniable allure.

After nearly forty-five minutes of strenuous work, we finished the last load. She set down a potted fern and followed me into the bedroom, where I’d laid out a box marked “bed.” She drifted behind me, leaning against my back, and I felt the insistent pressure of her breasts against my spine. “I didn’t take off my top because it was hot outside, but because you made me hot inside,” she whispered, her breath warm against my ear. Her hands immediately came around, pressing firmly against my chest. Instinctively, I turned and kissed her, a slow, deliberate exploration of her lips. She responded in kind, her touch sending shivers down my spine. I pulled her closer, cradling her in my arms, my hand tracing the line of her jaw, descending to her neck. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more demanding. Her body moved closer, a silent invitation to lose control. Then, she stepped back, a playful glint in her eyes, and helped me remove my shirt. The heat radiating from her skin ignited my own arousal, and I felt the familiar tightening in my member.

As she began to kiss my chest, sucking rhythmically on my nipples, the pleasure intensified. They were growing hard, mirroring the growing heat within me. I gently pushed her back, sliding the shoulder straps of her sports bra down, revealing more of her chocolate-colored breasts. The dark, smooth rings around each nipple were clearly visible, and her nipples themselves protruded through the fabric, a tantalizing invitation. I kissed the tops of her breasts, savoring the sensation, before she pulled away, stripping off the rest of her clothing. She was now completely exposed, her entire chest laid bare before me. After a prolonged period of passionate kissing and sucking, she began to breathe heavily, her body trembling with anticipation. I responded in kind, carefully guiding her back, sliding my member out of her reach. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

I helped her remove her pink panties, revealing her smooth, pale skin. She played with my hard penis for a moment, teasing me with her touch, before lowering herself to her knees, bending over to lick it and take it into her mouth. Soon, her head began to move rapidly back and forth, a frantic rhythm that mirrored my own escalating pleasure. I could feel my body growing larger, straining against the confines of her mouth. She struggled to contain my size, her muscles tensing with the effort. Finally, she lowered herself, guiding my tip down her throat. The sensation was overwhelming, pushing me to the very edge of ecstasy. I was on the verge of exploding, and I could sense her body mirroring my intense arousal.

She flopped down on the unmade bed, and I helped her remove my own clothes, laying them aside. Then, I knelt on the floor, positioning myself before her. I began to give her love spot a slow, deliberate tongue bath, exploring every inch of her delicate flesh. My fingers found their way deep inside her, gently probing and teasing, while my tongue traced the outer contours of her vaginal opening. She started to come, her body arching forward as she let out a moan of pleasure. Her words, a mixture of pleasure and frustration, filled the air as she struggled to maintain control. She grabbed the back of my head, pulling it closer, her grip firm and possessive. Then, she thrust her hips back, a sudden, powerful movement that sent a jolt of electricity through my body. She screamed as I slid my little finger into her other hole, moving it in and out with increasing speed and intensity. She relaxed, sinking back into the mattress, her body limp and vulnerable.

Next, she got up on her knees, facing away from me. “Touch me,” she commanded, her voice husky with desire. I reached between her raised butt cheeks and slid two fingers into her love spot. She began to rock back and forth on them, her body arching and twisting with each movement. Then, I slid a third finger in, increasing the pressure and intensity of her pleasure. She moaned loudly, her voice a desperate plea for more. “In the other one, too!” she demanded, so I licked my thumb and pushed it in there. She really got off on that, her body writhing in ecstatic agony. I held her by the two holes, her legs kicking wildly as she struggled to control her arousal. I reached around with my free hand, grabbing her left breast, pinching the nipple. She seemed to relish the sensation, her eyes closed in blissful abandon. Then, she said to take her from behind. So, I maneuvered my hard member up to her love spot and slid it in. She rocked against me, her body arching and twisting, as we pushed each other to the limit. The friction was intense, the heat overwhelming. I placed my hands on her shoulder blades, watching as her breasts swung free with each thrust. She rammed back really far on me as she came again, and then again. Finally, I climaxed, and she yelled one more time, a primal scream of pure pleasure.

We crashed onto the bed, entangled in a tangled mass of limbs and flesh. We lay there for a long time, breathing heavily, our bodies intertwined in a silent celebration of our shared pleasure. The sun continued to set, casting a warm, golden glow across the room, as we drifted off to sleep, exhausted but satisfied, our hearts beating in unison, a testament to the raw, untamed power of desire.

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