Serve her on your knees...then do what she's never let you do.

I stood back to admire Maria, my first "old flame", the one who'd given me an eye for older women and a taste for sex in risky places. She'd also given me the push I needed to make it into the military. After hearing what she'd gone through, I swore I would never disrespect any military women.

Stripped to her security cap, her gray panty briefs, and her socks -- got to watch those feet! -- she looked mighty hot. And just as tough as when she was dressed. Maybe tougher, because the muscle definition on her shoulders, arms, and legs really stood out. And her intense, liquid dark eyes under strong black brows gave her that don't-mess-with-me look.

I met her eyes. That electricity again. It felt like we were sizing each other up for a frenzied grapple, a no-holds-barred wrestling match to squeeze something out of one another.

I found my voice. "Where shall I start?"

She cracked a smile. "You know where, kid," she said, and laughed. She turned round and kneeled on a chair. "On your knees, soldier!" she ordered. She looked round and smiled when I jumped to obey.

Naked on my knees, I worked my way up behind Maria and up beside her hips. "Sergeant!" I said. "Permission to remove briefs?"

"Denied. You know the drill, recruit. Get my belt bag," she said. After a busy work shift, Maria always insisted on a quick clean-up before she let me at her.

"Yes ma'am!" I said, and made my way on my knees to her fallen pants.

"That's Sergeant to you, recruit!" she said. "Do I look like an officer?"

"No, Sergeant!" I said. I made my way back. "Here you are, Sergeant!"

She took the leather zip bag from me and stuck her butt out. "Peel at will, Recruit!" she said. She unzipped the bag and rummaged in it.

I put my fingertips inside her waistband and slowly slid them down, smiling as her buttocks were revealed, inch by inch. Her butt was yielding to the touch, but below her soft curves were muscles to spare. My eyes watched as each bit was uncovered, her deepening cleft spreading a little around the tight-crinkled star of her anus, then the base of her cunt with its dark pink inner lips curling out from the cushiony outer lips, still closed around her opening. Then the tucked-up pearl of her clit, a bit of her cushiony mound, and she was fully uncovered. I slid the panties down her thighs, and with her help, carefully worked them down her shins and over her sensitive feet.

I was ready to dive in tongue-first, but Maria insisted on procedure. "Step two!" she said, looking back sternly. She handed me a wet wipe.

"Yes, Sergeant!" I said. I didn't think she needed it, but I carefully followed the drill, wiping from front toward the back. Her hips wriggled as the cool wipe slid through her pussy lips. They seemed a little pinker and more puffy than I remembered. I folded it over twice, ran it through again and finished with a circle round her anus. Her legs trembled with the cool tickling touch, but she kept quiet.

"Permission to lick the Sergeant's cunt!" I asked.

"You shave close this morning, Recruit?" Maria asked.

"Sergeant, yes, Sergeant!" I said.

"Proceed!" she said.

She was hot and salty, wetter and wetter as I licked, her moisture coming from inside, though she had less of a taste than I remembered. It had been so long, I'd forgotten what she liked best, so I fell back on an old standby, tracing out the letters of the alphabet with my tongue tip.

"Ah!" she said. It was working. "Unh! Yeah, kid!" she said. I felt her thighs tremble against my cheeks. Just like old times, her first orgasm was coming on hot and fast. I quickly wet my thumb and held it ready. I licked faster, tracing A, B, C... When I got to G, I could feel her hips start to dip with the first pulse of her orgasm, and I quickly pressed my thumb tip to her butthole, just the surface. "Uhnhuh, yeah kid!" she moaned, "Fuck yeah!" I dug my fingers into her buttocks to hold on as she rolled with the waves of her orgasm. It was a rough ride, but I held tight and licked her gently until the waves subsided.

"Bam," she said. "Was it good for you, kid?" she asked, still facing away, head limp against the padded chair back.

I laughed, a little giggly from the exertion. My arms were a little tired. "Yeah. Just like old times," I said.

"Cool," she said. "I don't like to leave 'em unsatisfied." She turned her head to look at me. "So y'know there was something you always wanted to do with me, and I wouldn't let you?" She paused. My stomach tingled with anticipation. My cock throbbed, wet at the tip.

"Uh-huh?" I said.

"You up for it?" she asked.

She and I had gone a long way with each other in our crazy little fling before Michelle finally said "yes" to me. But there were a few things that she'd never let me do, saying she was saving herself for marriage, or that she thought it was really exciting but it was too personal, too shameful, she couldn't do it with me and look me in the eye in public the next day.

She mouthed the words to me. I watched her lips, my mouth falling open. My face felt hot.

"You bet!" I said.

It was still early and I was sure I had plenty of time before Michelle's wedding started getting rolling.