A Surprise In Cancun

After four years of being stationed in the middle of nowhere in New Mexico, I received my dream assignment of going to Fort Walton Beach, in the panhandle of Florida. I must have stared at those orders for twenty minutes after they issued them to me, "Congrats, SSgt Wilkes, you're finally leaving this dust bowl and you didn't have to go to Korea to do it," said my First Sergeant.

That was the running joke at our base. The only way to get orders anywhere else was to do a year in Korea. I was close to submitting for Korea a few times but held off. Then the universe decided to give me what my heart desired.

It was my last day on base. All my things had been shipped off, and I stayed at the base hotel until the morning. I looked at myself all dolled up ready to have a few beers with friends on my final night. I grabbed my purse and headed out.

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The little bar that we all loved was filled with people from my squadron. We joked. We laughed. And we drank like none of us had work the next day. Even though I was off, driving from New Mexico to Florida was going to be serious work.

I sat next to SSgt Kelly. We both worked administration helping with making sure the aircraft had all the required maintenance complied with and the pilots flew enough sorties to keep current amongst other things. He nudged me and smiled, "Damn Wilkes, I can't believe you're getting out of here before me."

"Why don't you marry her and head down to the sunshine state with'er," joked TSgt Lewis, "everyone knows you two got the hots for each other."

I tossed a pretzel at him, and he flicked it away, "What? It's true."

I looked at SSgt Kelly. He had the most darling green eyes, a head full of sandy blonde hair, and a sweet jawline with a cleft in his chin. He nudged me playfully. There was an energy between us. There was something there but neither of us could ever muster up the courage to move forward.

In my head, I had my mother saying, "Don't you bring no lil mixed baby home. I want my grandchildren to be black...black." I sighed and sipped from my beer bottle. The night continued with more laughter, and some lewd dancing as I backed it up on SSgt Kelly while some suggestive music played.

I felt what he was working with. I was surprised. I grinned and he whispered in my ear, "Let me take you to your room tonight."

I nodded. It would be one night. One moment to throw caution to the wind and leave it there.

*******

In my room, music played. We stood in the middle surrounded by the sweet sound of rhythm and blues. His fingers glided down the side of my face as we admired each other. "If we do this, what will it mean?" he asked.

I shrugged, "Two friends sharing a sweet moment."

He moved closer and for the first time, I felt the softness of his lips on mine. I tasted his tongue. We were lost in the moment kissing like two lovers who would not see each other for a while. He paused searching my face for something and he smiled, "This won't be quick, you know that right?"

I chuckled. It had been a long time since I had had sex. He admitted to me that he had dreamed about making love to me so many times. I thought it was sweet. I undressed in front of him. He caressed my delicious curves. I loved watching his fingers glide across my skin slowly as if he was attempting to etch in his mind a permanent memory of what I looked like.

I peeled off his shirt and witnessed his amazing frame. Our bodies were both in top shape. We worked out daily in the mornings before work. He took off his pants and I witnessed what I had been pushing back on all night as we danced in the bar. It was a masterpiece. I rubbed him with my right hand while looking into his eyes.

He smirked, licked his lips, and leaned in to kiss me. He walked back slowly until my legs rested against the bed. Gently, I went back onto the soft covers. He spread me open and tasted my nectar as I played with his soft strands of hair.

He traced the folds until he found my gem. He flicked it, sucked it, and then pushed his tongue into my center, "Damn, Kelly," I said squirming, "fuck," I added. He replaced his tongue with two fingers while rubbing my clit. My legs tensed up as I released and squirted. No man had ever made me do that.

My thighs glistened with my juices as he pressed his way inside with my legs on his shoulders. Inch by inch he disappeared inside of me until he was balls deep. Stroke after stroke I wondered why I had deprived myself of him. Why I had listened to my mother. My eyes started to water because I hated that I was leaving or I hated that I had given in to what I wanted. If I had not, it would have always been a mystery.

He stopped briefly, "Wilkes, what's wrong?"

I shook my head, "No. nothing, keep going. I'm about to cum." I squealed.

He stroked my pussy nice and slow and let me cum hard on his dick. He pulled out, "Turn over," he demanded. I rolled onto my belly. He lifted my hips at the desired angle, pushed his way inside, and held for a few seconds, savoring my sweet spot. Then he revved up and pounded away.

He grunted and moaned, "Shit, damn," he said repeatedly before pulling out and holding his master stroke weapon for me to take into my mouth. He held the strands of my long black hair and stroked away until he filled my mouth.

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The wee hours of the morning had arrived. I lay in his arms making tiny circles on his chest. He kissed the top of my head, "I guess this is it," he said, "I hate we didn't do this sooner."

I sat up and looked at him, "What would have happened if we had?" I asked with a grin.

"Who knows Wilkes but here we are now."

I leaned over to kiss him, "I am going to miss you, Kelly."

"Call me Jonathan."

I laughed, "Jonathan."

"Um, say it again."

"Jonathan, Jonathan, Jonathan."

"Come here, Jacqueline."

I eased on top of him and looked down into his eyes as my pussy swallowed him up. He pulled me into him for a sweet kiss. We continued until we melted in each other's arms.

*******

Day one of driving was miserable. Mostly because my mother kept calling me to see how much I had driven. I was mixed up inside about leaving. I left a situation; it could have been something or it could have been filled with obstacles from both of our families. I had convinced myself that I did the right thing.

A stop in New Orleans for a couple of days helped me take my mind off of my troubles. I had received a call from a young lady named SSgt Rochelle Hernandez, "Hey, is this SSgt Jacqueline Wilkes?"

"Hi, yes. You can call me Jackie."

"No problem. You can call me Ro. I was just checking on you. Are you making it okay with the drive?"

"Yeah. I'll be there tomorrow afternoon. I'm in New Orleans enjoying some food and music."

"Girl. That's my spot. We are going to get along so well."

I chuckled. It felt nice to know I was headed somewhere with a friend waiting. "Would you like anything while I'm out here?"

"I shouldn't ask you to do that."

"It's fine. I offered."

"You know what, you can bring me a gallon of frozen strawberry daiquiri from the Daquiri shop, some crawfish and boiled turkey necks from Cajuns, oh, and some pecan candy."

"Sure. I got you. I'll see you tomorrow."