Or “troop” as the case may be.
Captain was tall, 6’2″ and broad-shouldered. He hunkered a little, as if to dodge something from overhead. His texting cadence was respectful and succinct. He was in town visiting his family on a pre-deployment leave and was going stir crazy at home. Would I be interested in meeting up for a drink?
His Tinder profile ached with a Marine’s loneliness: he’s never around long enough to put down roots, always looking to meet new people. My heart cracked a little.
“Yes, I’d love to meet you for a drink.”
We sat in the horseshoe-shaped booth for hours. I drank my wine, he sipped his beers with measured resolve. “I command 50 18 year olds. I don’t drink like they do,” he explained. I drank like a 40 year old who’d taken a Lyft to the bar to meet a 26 year old Marine.
He’d been deployed more times than I could keep track of and he was weary. He felt a 100 years old and heavy. I made jokes about nothing and flirted with his old soul, tickling him out from under the weight of the world.
Drinks gone I asked if he wanted to catch a ride home with me.
“I’d like that,” he said.
Minutes later we stood in the dark dog park behind my building and I teased him about the length of his jeans. “Aren’t your ankles cold?”
I walked up to him, a building light cast a dark shadow along the right side of his face. I grabbed his hips and tilted my head up. I smiled at him and lifted up on my toes; the light glimmered in his dark eyes.
He tasted of the coffee I’d made him to perk him up and his lips were pliant. I wanted to give him the best fucking night of his life.
On my couch he pounced. Passionately, with wild abandon. I encouraged him with little whispered yeses and moans. He pulled my skirt and panties off and roughly shoved my knees apart. His clean shaven face crushed down on me and I felt his purr against my plump folds . For a moment I felt as though he had dived into a deep well — he wasn’t there, but beneath the surface.
I dragged him up to kiss me and his fingers replaced his mouth. He hooked into me and he was tough in that perfectly delicious way. I gushed around his hand and I felt him freeze on my mouth as he realized I’d just ejaculated into his hand. I nodded to answer his silent question and kissed him more. He slammed his hand into me again and I came once more, drenching the poor motherfucking couch.
The next few hours of my life were a daisy chain of orgasms and puddles and trembling limbs. His cock, a manageable size, found its way buried deep in my ass. A first for us both.
I stood on splayed legs scrutinizing the sensation, begged for more lube, and then came like a mare. My juices dumped from above as if from a bucket.
He fucked me over the toilet as I went to toss a condom, he lifted my leg on the counter and I watched us in the mirror, my hands pressed greasily against the glass. I rode his face, his cock; I rode him backwards and upside down. He was inexhaustible and I was not going to give up on him. Occasionally I pleaded for a break and it seemed like he’d count to 15 in his head and then come at me like a rocket all over again.
Condom after condom slipped away, wrappers strewed about my room, my bedding soaked with our sweat and my juices.
Near 4 am he climbed on top of me, a familiar position, his weight heavy and slick on top of me and he finally came in a long, low grunt. I trembled and fell limp, my hands prickled, my eyes filled with stars.
It had been months, many months, since a lover found such delight between me and him. Captain, starved from months of duty, lusted for the release that civilians take for granted. He drank every ounce of the moment of his effect on me and me on him.
We lay together panting and I immediately drifted off; I had work less than a handful of hours later. He stirred.
“Hy, I’m really sorry, but I have to go home…” he seemed heartbroken. “Can I call you in November when I get back?”
“You better, Captain” I said. “And it’s ok, honey. I get it.” I could barely open my eyes.
“Yeah, I just really need to be in my own bed.”
“You don’t have to explain yourself. I’m ok.”
He got dressed and I staggered to my closet and put on my robe.
At the door I wrapped my arms around his waist and he stooped to kiss me. Despite plans to see each other the following day I had a sinking feeling I wouldn’t be able to pull it off. This would likely be the last time I’d see him for quite some time, possibly forever.
He thanked me again and walked outside.
“Goodnight, Captain. Be careful.”
I wondered if he’d meant to add a “Ma’am” at the end out of habit.
I didn’t get to see him again before he went back to base.