The Veteran

The speaker describes a passionate encounter with a person referred to as "the Veteran." They meet for a final visit before the Veteran moves away. The Veteran brings a vibrator as a gift, and they use it during their time together. The speaker feels nervous and unsure but ultimately enjoys the experience. They engage in various sexual activities and explore new sensations. The encounter ends with a deep connection and a sense of longing, as they know it will be their last time together. They part ways with a final kiss, acknowledging that their friendship will continue, but they won't share a similar experience again. January 20, 23 The Veteran It had been eight months since the Veteran visited my bed. Sure, we'd met for lunch a couple of times, but a busy summer and heartbreak on both sides had led us to spend time conversing and listening to his friends, not lovers. And now he was leaving town, moving hundreds of miles away, and requested one last visit. I only had an hour for lunch and rushed home to meet him. There was just enough time to freshen up and slip out of my shapewear. Men don't need to know all our secrets. He arrived a little late, but I could hardly fold him. Knowing my propensity for poor self-care and skipping lunch, he had stopped for sushi and got a parting gift. Nestled in its bright case lay a plus-one fluttering arouser vibrator. My eyes widened in surprise and joy. This was an unexpected and expensive gift. I was absolutely tickled, and we plugged it in while we enjoyed our sushi. It was delightful to have a few minutes to catch up on life events, establishing that our friendship was worth far more than just a fast affair. Having only an hour for my lunch break, we soon finished nibbling, and he took the vibrator back to my bedroom. It was a rare moment for me to feel nervous and unsure of how to proceed with him. At that moment, a part of my brain realized that most of my lovers are the instigator in the bedroom, while I eagerly bend to their lust. The veteran is soft, sweet, timid, and looked to me to lead. I felt gangly and awkward in his presence. My inner god was oddly shy and silent to my ear. I felt fear of rejection tickling the back of my neck. He sat on the edge of my bed and lifted his big blue eyes to my face. That was all I needed. I took him in my arms, and I kissed him. Once more, I experienced the place between worlds where nothing exists. There are no meetings, papers, or deadlines to meet, no short one-hour lunch breaks to be mindful of. Our lips met, and I ran my fingers through his curls. I worried about my sushi breath for the briefest of moments, but he did too, and I chuckled. His fingers ran over my body, tracing my curves, but always returning to my bottom. As I lifted my dress over my head, I felt his beard brushing and tickling my breasts, while his mouth eagerly sought my warm nipple. He cupped my peaches, squeezing and massaging my bottom, his face buried in my cleavage. A strange breath whispered against my skin. My inner goddess finally made her presence known, and I arched my back as desire coursed through me, in time to a suckling of my breasts. His fingers hooked my ruby red thong, letting it slide down my hips and drop to the floor. I stood naked in his arms, the warm sunshine filtering in, while the fan softly cooled our bodies. I pulled his shirt from his body in one fluid motion. However, I took my time with his jeans. This might be a quickie, but there's always time for a bit of teasing. With one hand, I caressed his knee through his jeans, thrilled as I remembered his sighs and girth. My hand under his chin, I pulled him deeper into my kisses. Come here. I want to watch you play with your new toy, he said impishly. I eagerly complied, and reclined against my pillows. He caressed me with his fingertips. My inner goddess had ensured I was warm and wet, ready to give and receive pleasure. I reached for the vibrator, but as I did so, he lowered his face and tentatively began to lick me. My body shuddered, begging him for his mouth. Faster and deeper went his tongue, pleased at my response. You taste delightful, and I don't want to stop. I wish we weren't in a hurry, he murmured. I could only give the briefest of nods as I felt the orgasm burgeoning inside me, his fingers continuing the menstruations his mouth had paused. It was his turn to tease, and he did not let me come just yet. He slowly poured lube on his fingers, brought it to his mouth, and sighed. I looked at him quizzically, utterly baffled at his actions. I'm warming it up. I don't want to put the cold lube on your clitoris and ruin the moment, he answered. I was blown away. It was the sweetest gesture. No one had ever done that for me before. Lube is supposed to be cold, right? His fingers deftly applied the lube to my restless goddess. I didn't want his fingers to stop, the warm lube and the knowledgeable fingers driving me right to the edge. I was impatient for my release. Grinning, he handed me the vibrator, his fingers never staying still. I fell into blinding rapture as I adjusted the vibrator. I moaned in unison with my inner goddess as we climaxed with our first orgasm. His hands slipped underneath me for my next orgasm, raising my hips as he massaged the curves of my bottom. This change of position and his hands in such a unique situation only heightened the experience. I came again as the tongue of the vibrator continued to lick and flick my pearl with its tiny mouth. Would you mind rolling over with your vibrator? I want to try something, he asked gently. With a bit of maneuvering, I positioned my hips up towards him and my face against the creamy sheet. I loved having my bottom caressed, and I felt magnificent in his hands, solid and well-oiled from the lubricant. And then he buried his face between my cheeks and proceeded to eat me. What? What? Never before had a man done such a thing to me. I was beside myself. I didn't know what to do or how to respond. Did I like it? Not only that, but he refused to stop, moaning as he pressed deeper and his tongue moved faster over my star. I was both mortified and ridiculously turned on. I didn't want the experience to end, yet I was unsure what to do with myself. Was he faking it? Or was I truly free to enjoy this revolutionary new experience? My mind reeled, but the feelings washed non-stop through my body, and slowly my reluctance wavered, a slave to his mouth. Shocked and still holding the vibrator, I pressed it harder against my clitoris. It was only a matter of seconds until I had little choice but to entomb my face in the pillows and scream as two powerful orgasms shot through me. Over and over the electric feelings coursed in me while he held tightly to my hips, his audible groans filling the room. Words failed to describe this new experience. At last. Come! Come! I said, panting for breath. We have to hurry! But I want you! I hated ending the encounter, but time was of the essence. It was his turn to lay back as I took him in my mouth with a moan, one hand smoothing between my goddess's lips as I slowly allowed my last orgasm to melt away. I smiled in gratification. There is a confident, almost addictive power when holding a man's strength in my mouth while he groans and shudders at my treatment. To feel his toes curl and his body tense and struggle not to come, but frenzied for release. My inner goddess blazed in the light of the honor to give such pleasure. My mouth kept pace as my hands stroked and squeezed while my tongue pulled and flicked, enjoying his pre-cum leaking from my advances. I heard him fumble for a foil in his frantic attempt to open it, his fingers hooked under my chin to gently release my mouth from his encroached head. I gradually released him, allowing my tongue to linger and play for just a bit longer. I drew my body over him, allowing my breath to brush his body, his lips eager for my kisses. I knelt at him, gradually lowering myself onto his greedy strength. His enormous head put such exquisite pressure on my G-spot and I cried out as an orgasm shot through me. He was startled, thinking I was in pain and attempted to lift me off. No! I wailed. I'm coming, resisting his efforts. Oh, well, let's keep that going, his devilish smile returned. The clock stopped. The only living creatures, this man and woman, locked in the indulgence of their bodies, intertwined in the purest form of intimacy. Moving with fluid determination and desire coursing over and through them, unsure of where one body began and the other ended, craving and passion were the only emotions at that moment. Our hands wove together and I pinned his arms above his head, making him catch his breath in surprised glee. My body moved, writing, owning, giving, while he groaned beneath me, losing all thoughts as his climax drew near. His release would be mine. I wove my fingers into his hair, kissing him fiercely, tasting his need on my lips. Our bodies pounded together in perfect, exquisite union. We came, together. Together we rocked as we clutched each other for support. Our bodies flooded with oxytocin and dopamine, and I collapsed against his chest. Satisfied and pleased, we gasped for breath. We lay unmoving, the experience now slow and unrushed. Knowing our time was short, I clutched him to my chest as I realized this was our last time. I let my magic flow into him unhindered, sending healing and love to the dark crevasses of his heart. His lips brushed my neck in recognition. All too soon, my phone chirped its alarm, and our time drew to an end. A quick rinse for both of us, I reapplied my foundation as he toweled off. My inner goddess smirked at the idea of returning to work, my co-workers completely oblivious to my afternoon delight. I grinned wickedly as I smoothed my curls and slid my earrings back into place. Standing beside my car, I drew him close and softly kissed him one last time. The veteran walked to his car, and I watched as he drove away. I know our friendship will continue, but we will not share a moment like this again.