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It all started in July of last year. I was single, fresh out of the Marine Corps and searching for a way to forget some of what I'd seen in Iraq. At 23 years old I was out on a Friday night doing a little bar-hopping with a buddy of mine. The women were in abundance and since he (also a former Marine) and I were in pretty good shape whipped ass we weren't having a lot of trouble picking them up. We spent plenty of time on the dance floor and downed quite a few beers.
I guess I should tell you this much about myself: My name is Wolf. I'm an even six feet tall and weigh about 190 â€“ give or take a few pounds depending on my workout schedule and how hard I push it. My brown hair is crew cut and, since getting out, I'd grown a moustache and goatee that was just long enough to be soft but not so long as to be aggravating. I did four years of ROTC in high school and enlisted in the Marine Corps when I graduated. I had just finished five years of active duty â€“ with the last two spent in Iraq â€“ when I redhead lesbian was out on this particular night.
Usually I'm quite aware of how many beers I've had to drink as the night wears on for two reasons: one, I don't want to screw up my Honorable Discharge and good future with a drunk driving charge, and two, because I don't ever want to pick up what I think is a babe because I'm too drunk to see straight. Been there; done that. Hated myself in the morning.
As things worked out, I'd only had four beers across about three hours and was feeling happy without any buzz and certainly I wasn't drunk. At about midnight the hottest chick I'd seen in near forever walked in. She was about five-seven or eight with a figure that'd stop a train. She was built and fit. How to describe this properly? She had every curve a woman SHOULD have but none of it was soft. She was black women wearing leather pants and a leather vest... and as near as I could tell, nothing else beyond her boots. Her blond hair hung to about the middle of her back, pulled up in a pony tail. She was gorgeous.
Immediately behind her was another woman â€“ equally hot but in a colder kind of way. I can't really describe it. With short raven-black hair and dressed all in black denim, she was built as well as the blond, but in a more lean kind of way. She just didn't have the same curves â€“ but looked just as fit. And the curves she did have were more than sufficient to indian women catch a man's attention.
The two of them came in the door and almost immediately stepped to either side of the entry way. The small girls making out voice in the back of my head â€“ the one that always told me what to pay attention to in combat situations â€“ noticed that they had taken themselves out of the easy target area. Shooting someone in a doorway is easy. They're nicely silhouetted and directing fire at them is simple: aim at the doorway. As soon as they'd gotten through the doorway they separated themselves by only a step or two but in doing so had put themselves out of the doorway.
It was then that I noticed that they both had busy eyes. They were aggressively scanning the dancing and drinking crowd as if looking for something. Turning to look at each other, their eyes met, a short nod was exchanged and then the blond moved off to her right while the dark haired lady moved off to her left. As they walked around the perimeter of the crowd it was obvious that they were still looking for something... or someone.
Making a decision, I moved off to intercept the blond. I didn't know what my chances were of actually picking her up â€“ but at that point I'd be perfectly happy to chat with her for a few minutes and maybe make plans with her to meet there again sometime soon. After all, it was almost midnight. The guys in the bar who were trying to pick up women... and the women who were allowing themselves to be picked up where looking to get laid. I somehow knew that I had no chance of getting this beautiful woman in between the sheets, but I also knew that somehow my life would be better just for knowing her.
I stepped up beside her at the edge of the crowd free redheads teen sex just near the hallway to the bathrooms. To get her attention I reached out to softly touch her arm and said, "Can I help you find something?" I had specifically NOT said, "Hey there, sexy" or some other equally inane thing. I wanted her to have to look at me and answer a question. The fact that my question pointed out her obvious actions of looking for someone made her acknowledge me.
Turning to face me she almost looked like she was ready to bite my head off... or punch me in the face. Even as hard as I was from combat I had a fleeting thought that getting hit by this woman would hurt. That little voice told me again... her muscles had tensed the moment I touched her. As she turned to look at me her entire body tensed... her knees bent as if she was lowering herself into a fighting stance... her eyes identified me as a non-threat and she began to relax. But not much.
"No, thank you," she said. "I'm just looking for a friend." She started to turn away to continue on, but my hand on her arm â€“ not grabbing her but just applying enough pressure to let her know it was still there â€“ kept her from going.
"Would that be your brunette friend that you came in with?" I asked. The question again communicated that I knew more about her than she might have thought was redheads nude obvious. Before she could answer I continued, "If so, she's right over there," I indicated with a nod of my pussy juice head. "And she looks like she's hunting too." I don't know why I used the word "hunting" but it seemed appropriate.
The blond looked at me again, relaxed just a little more and then took a better look. I saw that I was being appraised and didn't flinch. She looked me up and down, checked out my hands, looked at my face, neck and hair and then back in my eyes.
"Actually," she said, "We are trying to find someone." She paused and took a breath as if what she was going to say took some courage. "But I think we should talk more sometime. You got something you can write my number on?" I'd have written it in blood on the back of my hand if I had to right then, but I just happened to have a pen and some business cards. She told me her name was Jessie and she gave me her cell number. I promised to call her the next day and she said that would be great and then added, "But not until afternoon sometime... I'll be out late tonight."
She walked away then, continuing in the direction she had been her eyes still seeking out whatever target she was hunting. Again, I wasn't sure why I viewed her actions that way, but it seemed appropriate language to describe her behavior. As I watched she met her raven-haired friend, the talked together for a moment and then the dark haired woman pointed to a man dancing on the floor. Jessie looked, nodded and together they went to him. He didn't look happy to see them but didn't resist as they led him toward the door. I wondered what was going on that a guy would be so unhappy to be leaving with two such hot women... but then forgot about it. Maybe I'd ask Jessie blonde pussy when I called.
I did call her late the next afternoon. She seemed like she old pussy was still waking up but we had a pleasant conversation that I later realized was more about me and my background than anything about her. We went out that night for dinner â€“ and it was more of the same. That started a nice relationship that seemed to revolve around her constantly asking me about my family, service, values, etc. and working out. We went to the gym together nearly every day and we began enjoying social outings during the week. Whatever job she had â€“ and several months later I still naked college girls didn't know â€“ she worked every Friday and Saturday night.
We enjoyed lots of "dates" during the weeks and months that followed. I was surprised at how often she enjoyed going to the shooting range... naked models or to the archery range... teen girls kissing or to the local gym where we could work out together, sometimes followed by sparring or wrestling in the mat room. Wrestling with Jessie always made me uncomfortably hard but she seemed to ignore it and not mind it at all. On more than one occasion I know she shaved pussy pictures was equally excited but she kept her desires under wraps quite well.
Like any relationship, after a few weeks, after we'd been to a movie or dinner on our dates, we'd sometimes go back to my place. I shared it with my buddy â€“ we'd served together â€“ and often Jessie and I would snuggle on the sofa to chat, watch a softly burning fire, or watch television. Just as common to budding relationships, we often ended up making out â€“ and I have to say that I truly enjoyed caressing her firm curves. Her kisses were aggressive â€“ almost as if she was searching for something with her tongue. I didn't mind at all. Her lips were strong â€“ and the rest of her body was equally strong.
It took almost three months of me being patient before I finally got her to take off any piece of clothing... and I found even more perfection. Her chest wasn't high and firm because of her clothing... her clothing simply covered what was already high and firm. Her nipples were sensitive and the first night I got to suck one of them she came nice tits gently as I nibbled her left nipple with my teeth. Thinking that I was making progress, I moved my hand down her belly as she came down off her orgasm... and I started to babe ruth unsnap her pants. Her strong hand grabbed mine and she said, "Not yet." I wanted to argue, but the look in her eyes said I'd better not. I told myself that it must just be a bad time of the month and free brunettes I only had to be patient another week.
Still, she'd obviously just cum and I was rock hard and throbbing. My cock was smearing a wet spot of precum inside my boxer briefs and if she wasn't going to do anything about it I knew I'd have to later. She NEVER hot nude babes spent the night so I knew I'd have the chance. At that point I wouldn't have cared if she stayed to watch, but I'd have rather she helped.
Almost as if she read my mind she said, "But I feel like I owe you... let me see what you've got." As she said that her hands reached into my crotch and she began to undo my jeans. Heaven began...
When she'd gotten my pants loose enough she pulled on them and I lifted my hips to help her wriggle them down. She took my underwear with my jeans and a smile crossed her face as my length popped free. I was as hard as I can get and we'd been making out long enough that I knew she knew what kind of equipment I had. Still, it was the first time she'd seen it... and she definitely didn't look disappointed.
I watched, holding my breath, as she grasped my manhood in her soft but strong hand and very slowly bent forward to place a warm wet kiss on the head. Her lips were just barely open but I felt her tongue touch the slick opening at the end of my throbbing cock, and as she pulled away from the kiss the suction made it clear I'd have no precum left seeping... and I was right.
With that she laid her head down on my shoulder and began stroking my length slowly... steadily... with her strong but oh so soft and wonderful feeling hand... and in a short while my cock was jumping, spitting thick jets of cum all over my belly, shirt and her hand. I heard a moan escape her as she watched my cum shooting and I enjoyed the fact that she kept stroking until no more cum was flowing... and then she squeezed my shaft from base to tip several times, milking my cock to make sure every drop had come out.
When my breathing had returned to some semblance of normal she lifted her head to look up at me. "Thank you," I said, smiling down at her.
"It's the least I could do," she said smiling back up at me. "Maybe someday soon we can do something more than just 'the least'."
"I look forward to it a lot," I said.
"Me too," she replied. Once again I wondered why, if that were the case, we weren't taking care of it right then? But it seemed not a good time to ask such a question. Patience that little voice cautioned me.
Together we went into the bathroom to clean up. She naked yoga washed her hands while I took of my shirt and used a warm wet washcloth to wipe all of my cum off. Walking her to the door afterward I gave her a long kiss goodnight and felt every inch of her body against mine. We exchanged a few words about talking the next day and then she mentioned Halloween. It was coming up but I didn't have girls naked any plans. She mentioned a party and natural redhead said we should go. I said that would be great. She suggested that I bring a friend. I said I might know someone interested in going, but why? She talked about her girlfriend who rarely got guys to ask her out because even though she was beautiful she was kind of intimidating looking. I knew she meant the raven-haired beauty that had been with her the first night I met her... but I didn't say anything.
We kissed again and she took off. I still didn't know where she went, where she lived or what she did for a living.
I talked to my room mate about the party and he seemed mildly interested. He had seen Jessie's friend at the club the few months before and ebony pussy remember how hot she was... but he wasn't big on being "set up". In the end he agreed to go provided nothing more promising came up. He didn't have a steady girlfriend and I knew he'd be interested to see if he could get the chick in between the sheets.
Things looked good all the way up until the Saturday of the party. Jessie and I had seen each other a few times but we hadn't had a chance to be alone again. I was kind of hoping that my room mate â€“ his name is Rick by the way â€“ would hook up with Jessie's friend â€“ Kate â€“ and we'd all end up back at blonde chicks our horny babes place in our separate rooms. But that Saturday morning, Rick's mom was in a car accident and ended up in the hospital. Since it was several hours away he felt he had to go over to take care of her â€“ or just be there "in case". When I babes list called to give Jessie the news she was quite for a few minutes before saying, "Well, we'll just have to keep Kate with us and make sure she has a good time."
I agreed even though part of me was disappointed. I knew that I wouldn't be getting Jessie home alone if Kate was tagging along with us. Oh, well... I'd just have to suffer through spending the evening in the company of two gorgeous women... at least one of which I knew was hot for me.
Since bad girls it was a Halloween Party, costumes were required. The easiest thing for me to dress up as was a Marine. After all I still had all the uniforms. Dress? Or field? I went with field and wore the battle dress uniform, or BDU. It was quite comfortable. Jessie and Kate showed up at my place to meet me so we could travel to the party together. Jessie was dressed up as a huntress complete with bow & arrows, and I do have to say that she looked exceptionally hot in the brown leather pants, light blue leather vest and those arm things that archers wear. Kate was dressed all in black leather with some kind of corset thing built into her outfit. It made her chest stand up and pushed it together to make it look naked little girls even bigger than it car babes was. Around her waist was a gunbelt with a holster on either side. Each holster had a toy handgun in it. I thought it was funny that I was dressed as a soldier and I was the only one without a weapon.
The party was being held at a huge mansion on the outskirts of town. It had a gothic look and feel to it â€“ lots of stone and wrought iron.
While I'm used to going to parties that have, at most, forty or fifty people, I was overwhelmed at the number of people I saw on the grounds in front of the mansion. There were at least six young men providing valet parking service and they were carefully working in amongst the 100+ people who were socializing on the front lawn, coming and going out of the house. Virtually everyone I saw â€“ with the exception of the valet servants â€“ was in some type of costume. Pirates were in abundance along with the "typical" collection of witches, school girls, police officers, firemen... damned near any "character" you could think up a stereotypical costume or uniform for. To my delight I didn't see any other soldier costumes and no other female I could see was dressed in any way similar to Jessie. There WERE a couple of guys around dressed in dark clothing, some with overcoats, but most without â€“ wearing gunbelts beautiful female butts or other gear that almost made them seem like counterparts to Kate's costume.
Once our vehicle had been taken from us by one of the attendants Jessie led Kate and I into shaved sluts the main foyer of the immense building. The foyer itself was larger than most living rooms I'd been in. It had to be fifty feet by fifty feet and the triple wide curved staircase wound up along one side to landings on the second and third floors. Looking up I realized that the foyer was as tall as the mansion, reaching all the way to the roof of the third floor some almost forty feet above us. The floor was marble and the paintings on the foyer walls looked like they came out of sixteenth century England. Everything I saw screamed "Money" with its favorite attachment... "power".
As virgin pussy we stepped through the front door, Jessie slung her bow so that she no longer had to carry it in one hand. Once we were inside Jessie's lead gave way to Kate and I perceived a slight shift in comfort and control. Jessie stepped back slightly â€“ taking my hand in hers as she did so â€“ wwf woman nude as we followed Kate into the main ball room which I'm totally at a lack of words to describe. HUGE is as close as I get. Hundreds of people were mingling about. At every corner I could see a bar and one wall featured a fireplace that had to have been every bit of twenty feet wide by fifteen feet tall and ten feet deep. Jessie, Kate and I could have all stood in the middle of it and been literally surrounded sexy cheerleaders by the fire built there.
We followed Kate as she moved at a leisurely pace toward the fireplace, and I didn't realize where we were going until we found ourselves in front of a man seated in a comfortable old chair. Standing to either side of the chair were attractive women â€“ one on each side. I noticed that they were dressed nearly identical to Kate, but neither of them contained her grace or beauty. When the man looked up to see Kate he immediately stood and hugged her. She appeared to return it warmly.
"Kate, my dear," the man said in a rich baritone voice, "It's lovely to see you."
"And you," I heard Kate say. "I've missed you so much. I never thought I'd get home again."
Looking over at Jessie I arched an eyebrow to silently ask, 36c brunette model "Home?" She shook her head to indicate that she didn't have an answer... at least not one she'd share right then.
Breaking their embrace, Kate turned to introduce us. "Strasser," sheer bikini she called the man, "these are my friends Jessie and Wolf."
Strasser took Jessie's offered hand in both of us, lifting it to his mouth to kiss the back of it delicately, before saying, "Jessie, my dear... Kate has told me so much about you. It's redhead sex a pleasure to finally meet you."
"The pleasure is all mine," Jessie said with a smile. I knew her well teens in skimpy bikinis enough to know that the smile was forced and her body language told me that she was entirely uncomfortable with the kiss she'd gotten on her hand. I was willing to bet she'd wipe that spot on her pants as soon as she was out of sight of the man.
Releasing her hand torrie wilson naked Strasser turned to me and offered his hand. I extended mine and shook a hand that felt cold and clammy as if dead. No wonder Jessie hadn't liked his touch. "And it's a pleasure to meet you as well, Mr. Wolf," Strasser said.
Shaking his hand as strongly as I could â€“ because his grip was nearly crushing my hand â€“ I said, "A pleasure to meet you, Sir. Thank you for having us as guests to your party."
He didn't release my hand as he replied, "Any young vaginas friend of Kate's is a friend of mine. Please make yourselves at home and stay revealing bikini as long as you wish." I nodded my quiet thanks and he finally let go of my hand. I'm not weak but damn my hand was throbbing. Strasser had a contained strength that was hidden beneath his mature exterior. He looked about sixty years old with refined features and a lordish bearing. I didn't know what to make of him.