A few days after arriving home from the service, I decided to go running at a nearby track.

Wearing my Air Force sweats, I took off and ran a couple of miles. Then, feeling I deserved a cold beer, I walked across the street and entered a local restaurant. A beautiful waitress strolled up and asked me what I wanted. Her smile was friendly and alluring. I ordered a beer and an appetizer, but the word “pussy” popped into my mind. One of the other waitresses called her Mia. She was beautiful and friendly, and had fantastic legs. I definitely wanted some of that. When she returned, we began to play.

“Are you a pilot?”

It was a worn-out question, but I was willing to play the game. “No,” I replied, “I’ll be working for engineers, surveying and working on drawings.”

“Sounds like a hard job. Must take a lot of brains,” she said, giving me the once-over.

Wasting no time, I said, “I don’t want to keep you from your work. Why don’t you let me take you out later? Then we can do plenty of talking.”

“Sure,” she said. “Come back around eight tonight.” I finished my beer and took off. She waved and smiled as I left.

Later I picked her up from the restaurant, and we took the bus to a nearby movie theater. On several occasions I tried to hold her hand, but she balked. She warned me that she was not fast and that she never fucked on the first date. Although I didn’t show it, I was disappointed. Halfway through the movie, she said she liked the way my sweater smelled and curled up next to me. Taking the hint, I put my arm around her and we finished watching the movie.

When we arrived at her place, holding hands on the way, she complained about being stiff from the theater seat. Jumping at the opportunity, I said, “Let me give you a back rub — It would be easier if you took off your shirt.”

“Oh, aren’t you the sly one,” she said.

“It really would be easier,” I said. “But if it will make you feel better, put on something loose-fitting.”

She left the room and returned wearing an extra-large shirt. “How’s this?” she asked, as she stretched out facedown on the rug.

“That’ll work,” I said.

As I knelt down next to her, she pulled up her shirt to expose her back. She also exposed a perfect ass, barely covered by bikini panties. I couldn’t resist. I had to have her. So I pulled back the elastic and laid a wet one on her cheek.

“Hey,” she said, “don’t kiss my ass.” She tugged down her panties, sat up, and gave me one of those kisses that make your dick hard. It really got my blood flowing. I knew that hot, passionate sex was only a heartbeat away. I just had to follow her lead.

After giving her a firm back, ass, and leg rub, I told her to turn over and I would do her front. Mia had other ideas. It was now her turn to play masseuse. I took off my shirt and assumed her position. She sat on my lower back, connecting skin to skin. Her panties were no longer present. Feeling her bare pussy on my back only increased my anticipation of what was to come. She worked on my shoulders and back. Her touch was very sensuous. My cock was so hard, I could barely stand it. I rolled over and she sat on my crotch. Looking like a carnivore, she licked her lips and began rocking back and forth.

My cock was straining against my jeans. I thought I was going to come right then and there. Suddenly she stood up, took both my hands, and led me to the couch, where she plopped down with her legs wide apart. Then she said, “Honey, are you hungry?”

I was ready to bust, but I fell to my knees and began kissing the insides of her thighs. Moving back and forth, I got closer to her pussy. When I laid my lips on hers down there, she moaned. Her pussy lips were so plump, I thought she was going to gush right there. I separated them and thrust a finger deep into her moist heat. After only a minute, Mia told me to stop. She was close, very close. She was still teasing both of us, but I couldn’t take it anymore.

I stood up with my rock-hard cock bulging in my pants. I reached for the top button, but Mia grabbed it first. She unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper. She yanked down my jeans and underwear in one swift movement, then swallowed my cock whole. She was sucking it as if she hadn’t eaten in weeks. I grabbed the back of her head and was ready to blow when she removed my hands from her head and stood up. What now? I wondered.

She went to the other end of the couch and sat in the corner with her legs wide apart. I walked over to her with my pants around my knees and rammed her right between the legs. She let out a loud moan and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me in even deeper. My legs were pinned by my pants and all I could move was my hips. It didn’t matter. Soon her pelvis began to shake and convulse and she cried out as I exploded deep within her. Her grip tightened, then released. She was done. I stood up, and she giggled at the sight of my jeans, which were still half on. Then I retreated to the bathroom to clean up.

I saw her once more before I started my new job. It wasn’t as exciting as the first time, but it was still intense. Eventually, I lost track of her, but whenever I think about her, I remember something a friend once told me. He said that my uniform would always get me laid. I guess he was right.