Chapter 1

 

My name is Holly Brooks. Yeah, cute name so I've been told. Several years ago, while in college, I dated a man by the name of George Woods. I speculated for a while how I would cope with the name Holly Woods. I had to agree with my friends that it sounded a lot like a porn actress name. Not that I have anything against porn actresses, but George and I broke-up after a few weeks; not because of the pending name change although that was a consideration. A major factor was, George wasn't anywhere as good a lover as he thought he was. If that had been the only reasons I could have trained him, but we split because George had roving eyes and other body parts. Not that I cared about fidelity so much, but he was indiscriminate. He would fuck anything that looked remotely feminine and I didn't want the son of a bitch bringing me some disease so I sent him packing.

It should be said at the outset that I like sex...no, that isn't true. I love sex! I like everything about sex. What a man can do for me, and what I can do for him. So far, I haven't found anything I won't do. Basically I love cocks. Big ones, small ones, fat ones, and skinny ones. A man doesn't have to be hung like a pony for me to enjoy sex with him. If he can get it hard and keep it like that for a while, that is good enough for me. I'll be a slave to a man who can make me come. Not that making me have an orgasm is difficult. I'm an easy comer. My nipples are super sensitive and if the man will take the time I can climax just from tit play.

Someone said you had to kiss a lot of frogs before you found a prince. Let me tell you I've kissed a lot of frogs. Some turned out to be just nasty toads, but you have to put yourself out there. After I graduated from college I went to work for a large company that manufactured things for the military that I can't speak of; not and keep my job and my freedom. They are a picky lot, the military.

In fact that was how I met Don. Major Donald Rivers was assigned as a military security inspector. Basically he snooped around and made sure we conformed to the strict security measures.

I didn't have anything to do with security per se, but I was in transportation so my job sort of overlapped into the security realm. My job was to make sure all the I's were dotted and the T's crossed before a shipment went out.

One morning I went to the loading dock to give the transport officer a manifest. I usually didn't get all the way down to the dock area, but I did on that occasion. Since I knew I would be there that morning, I spent a little bit more time getting dressed. I was wearing a short navy skirt and a white frilly blouse and wearing a higher than normal pair of navy heels. Under the blouse I wore a blue bra that was easily visible through the sheer material.

All in all, I looked damned good for my journey to the loading dock. My legs are long, tanned, and nicely shaped, so I seldom wear hose and I never wear pantyhose. I hate them with a passion. My bra was designed to lift and separate my large breasts, yet allow some movement. I'm a thirty-eight double D if you must know.

I recognized at a fairly early age that I love to show off. I love to tease the guys and I love the attention I get, so sue me! The security regulations require anyone on or near the loading area to wear their identification badges. The ID card was on a lanyard that hung around the neck. Mine got in the way of my cleavage and since I had dressed with the idea of showing some cleavage I wasn't wearing my ID in the appropriate manner.

That was how I met Major Donald Rivers. He challenged me and made me put my ID badge on correctly. He was snooty about it also. At least I thought he was.

"If you are going to be in a secured area you will wear your ID, Red," he said to me. I'm not a natural redhead, but I was an unnatural redhead at the moment. I was wearing my dyed red hair short that season. At twenty-five I looked hot and I knew it. I'm not vain, but I'm not blind either.

While I adjusted my badge to suit the officious prick, I looked closely at him. Six feet or so, tall, hard and muscular with a wispy mustache. He had icy blue eyes that roamed over my body while my eyes roamed over his. Hey, it's a two way street and I noticed Major Rivers was a good looking man by any standard.

"Thanks for pointing that out, Lieutenant," I said. I recognized his rank, but he pissed me off so I was being petty. "By the way, your mustache looks like shit." I strolled away from the shocked officer making my hips roll a bit more than was necessary.

That was my first meeting with Major Rivers. The second meeting came a few days later. I was summoned to the loading dock again. Since I hadn't known about it in advance I wasn't dressed in a teasing outfit. A rather severe cut pantsuit and low heels. Damn!

I went to the dock master's office and found that it was Major Rivers who called for me. I noticed that he had shaved the mustache off and that he looked a lot more handsome without it. He silently handed me some shipping papers. I glanced at them and saw immediately that I had forgotten to sign them. I took a pen from the desk, signed the papers, and silently handed them back to him. He put them in an envelope and smiled at me.

"Thank you, Holly Brooks," he said. I turned to leave the office. "Tell me, Holly Brooks, is there a Mister Holly Brooks?"

I almost told him it was none of his fucking business, but I didn't yield to my impulse. Instead I told him there wasn't a man in my life at the moment. That was an unhappy truth. The man I had been dating turned out to be a real creep. That discovery came when he asked me if he could wear my lingerie. That wasn't going to work anyway because my bras were much too large and my panties were much too small. I told him to get his own underwear and showed him the door.

"Could I offer to buy you a drink after work?" He asked me. Again I overcame my impulse and accepted his invitation. "How about the Emerald Bar on sixth street?" he said. "Say six o'clock?"

"Six-thirty would be better," I said. That would give me time to go home and get into something else besides the pantsuit. He agreed that six-thirty would be just fine.

 

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When I arrived at the Emerald Bar, I was wearing a short white skirt and a red silk blouse. I was also wearing high heels. I had touched up my make-up and went with a deeper, red lipstick. Major Rivers was waiting on me when I arrived.

"Sorry I'm a little late," I said after he gallantly seated me at the table. "I needed to run home for a few minutes because I spilled something on my blouse at work." Okay, it was a barefaced lie, but we are allowed those small fibs when dealing with the opposite sex.

"It was obviously time well spent," Don said, giving me a close inspection. "I shaved my 'tash off," he said, unnecessarily.

"I noticed," I responded. "You look much better without it. Was it something I said?" That question made him laugh.

"You could say so," he said. "What would you like to drink? They have an excellent mixologist here."

"Draft beer," I said smiling at his surprised expression. "I wouldn't want to tax the mixologist's abilities. Actually I prefer beer over mixed drinks and wine."

"How refreshing," he said and told the hovering waitress to bring two draft beers. "You don't drink wine?"

"Sure, sometimes," I answered. "I don't know one wine from another, but I can choke it down if the mood is right." We entered phase one on that note. We spent several hours talking and getting to know each other. We consumed several glasses of beer while doing so.

 

Chapter 2

 

Phase two is that necessary period of first dates. That time when you both are on your best behavior and trying to impress. It can last anywhere from a few days to a couple of months. In this case it lasted a week and a few extra days and wham! We were in phase three.

During phase two, Don and I talked about general things, careful not to get too specific. We went to movies, to dinner and once to a baseball game. I cheered for the home team and Don cheered for the bastards from out of town, but it was in good fun.

Getting from phase two to phase three involves sex. No other way to get to the next phase unless you give it up. I gave it up the night after the ball game. I would have fucked him sooner, but he didn't seem to be in a big hurry so I was able to hold myself back. I wanted him from that first meeting at the bar. No, actually I wanted him from the very first time I saw him.

Since the beer at the ball-park was expensive, we slowly sipped a few and went to a bar after the game and had some more. In all modesty, I can drink a lot of beer. I have, as they say, a hollow leg, but that night I was feeling no pain when Don escorted me to my apartment.

I put some mellow jazz on the player and we sat on the sofa and made-out for a while. My hand accidentally brushed across his lap and I felt his hard manhood. I knew the waiting was about to come to a screeching stop.

"You want to see my breasts?" I asked him. His hand was resting at the very top of my breast. He couldn't have looked more pleased if I had offered him a million dollars.

"I do," he said, his voice husky. "More than anything in this world I want to see them." I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and removed it. His eyes were glued to my chest as I unfastened my bra. I made myself move slowly and deliberately and I held the loosened bra in place until he started squirming.

"Oh my God!" he exclaimed when I took the bra away. "You have a national treasure! A real treasure chest." He plunged his face between my boobs and breathed deeply. Quickly he abandoned the valley and went to the nearest peak. He sucked a hardened nipple into his mouth and gave me a beautiful, but small orgasm. As I said, I have very sensitive breasts, but especially my nipples. I can make myself come with just teasing my nips.

Suddenly our clothing was flying in every direction and then we both were completely naked for the enjoyment of the other. Don had a nice size cock. Not huge, but respectful and it was hard which is the most important thing. I like a big cock as well as the next gal, but if it ain't hard, it ain't going to do much.

Not only was Don hard, he was able to keep it hard and ready for the fun and games to come. No pun intended. Our first coupling was great and so was the second and third. Don spent the night with me and woke me up by eating my pussy. That is one thing that will get a guy very high marks.

Since it was Saturday and neither of us had to go to work, we spent most of the morning in bed. Hunger finally drove us out of bed. I fixed us some eggs and bacon and when we had eaten we ran back to bed. It was a wonderful beginning to phase three.