I’m a 23-year-old male and I’ve been in the Army for three years. I’m six feet tall and weigh 175 pounds.

I have light-brown hair and green eyes, and I’m blessed with a thick nine-inch cock.

I had just finished my second combat tour as a helicopter crew chief and had been assigned to a base in Georgia. I had never been to Georgia and had no idea what it would be like. I had five days travel time to get there, and I drove straight through. I got into town around noon on a Saturday, but I couldn’t check in at the base until Monday, so I found a motel about 10 miles away to crash for the weekend. I noticed a small bar next to the motel, so after I checked in and dropped my bags in my room, I headed next door to check it out.

When I walked in, it took my eyes a while to adjust to the dim lights. A C&W song was playing on the jukebox as I sat down at the bar and ordered a beer. While the bartender got me a bottle from the cooler, I looked around the room to see who else was there. The bar was completely empty except for a woman sitting a few seats away from me. She looked to be in her 30s and was dressed in blue jeans and an oversized work shirt. She was wearing a ball cap with a long ponytail hanging out the back. She looked like she’d been working; her face and clothes were covered in dirt.

She caught sight of me looking at her and turned toward me. “You’re new around here,” she said.

“Just got here today,” I confirmed.

With that, she turned away from me and went back to chatting with the bartender. But I didn’t look away from her. As I watched her, I noticed her sensually running her hand up and down her beer bottle like she was stroking a cock. Even though she looked kind of homely and dirty, she really turned me on as she stroked the bottle. Eventually she looked over at me again, and when she did, she sensually ran her tongue along her lips and smiled at me. I could feel my cock growing hard in my pants as she blew me a kiss. I looked away, not knowing what to do, and adjusted my rock-hard cock in my pants. When I looked up again, she smiled, picked up her beer and ran her tongue around the mouth of the bottle before tipping it back to drain it. Then she asked the bartender a question, and he handed her a napkin and pen. She wrote something on the napkin, handed it back to the bartender, and left.

After she was gone, I finished my beer and ordered another one. When the bartender brought me my drink, he handed me the napkin, too. I opened it and read it. “I would like you to meet me back here at seven,” it read. “My name is Diana, and I hope we can be friends.” She’d even kissed her signature, leaving a faint pink lipstick mark on the white paper.

I finished my beer and headed back to my room. I took a nap and woke up around six. Then I took a shower and pondered the idea of going back to the bar to see if Diana would show up. Deciding to take the chance, I put on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and walked over to the bar.

I sat there for about half an hour, and by 7:15, Diana still wasn’t there. I figured she wasn’t going to show up, so I ordered one more beer. Just as my drink arrived, a woman walked into the bar who caught my eye. She was wearing skintight jeans and a leather halter top that really showed off her ample tits. She walked up to the bar, ordered a beer and looked around. Then she came toward me.

“Is this stool taken?” she asked. I said it wasn’t, so she sat down beside me and took a drink of her beer. “You don’t remember me, do you, honey?” she asked.

“Huh?” I said. I looked her up and down. “If we’d ever met, I’m sure I would have remembered.”

“Well, I’m Diana,” she said, smiling. “What’s your name, stranger?”

“Holy crap!” I stuttered. “I’m — You can just call me Pat.” Damn, this woman was drop-dead sexy!

“I was wondering if you’d show up back here after seeing me in my work clothes,” she said.

We fell into a deep conversation and I couldn’t believe how well we got along. After a while she asked if I liked to dance. I told her I wasn’t very good.

“That’s okay,” she said, “Im a real good teacher.”

She got up and put a $5 bill in the jukebox and selected a bunch of songs, then turned to look at me, wiggled her finger and motioned me to join her. I got up and headed onto the small dance floor, and Diana reached out and pulled me against her. She leaned into me and I could feel her breath on my ear as we melted into each other.

“You dance just fine, sweetie,” she cooed, and damn, did her hot breath feel good on my neck.

When the song finished, we sat back down at the bar. Diana told me that she was 37 and had been divorced for four years. She looked into my eyes and said, “I hope I’m not being too forward, but I really like you.” Then she leaned over and gave me a very sexy, deep kiss. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and gave out a very erotic moan as we continued to kiss. Her kiss was unbelievable, and I could feel my cock growing hard again.

When she pulled away, she looked at me. “Was that okay?” she asked.

“Damn, yes! That was the hottest kiss I’ve ever had!”

Diana got up to put more money in the jukebox, then asked me to dance again. She pulled me close and moved against my body, letting my hard cock rub against her. “Oh my, you’ve got quite a package, baby,” she moaned into my ear, and she pressed her body closer to mine as we danced more.

When we went to sit back down again, Diana shifted in her stool so she was facing me again. She leaned over to give me a deep kiss, and as she did, she ran her hand up the inside of my thigh and over my throbbing cock, sliding her hand along my length.

“Mmmm,” she moaned. “Fuck, you’ve got a nice cock.” She paused to kiss me again, then continued. “I haven’t been fucked in a year and I’m horny as hell,” she whispered.

I got hard at her words and suggested we go to my motel room. “I thought you’d never ask,” she said.

Once we got into my room, she gave me a kiss and sat down on the bed to unzip her jeans. I sat down beside her, leaned over and kissed her. I turned on the TV and ran my hand up the inside of her thigh. “Mmmm, that feels good,” she moaned as she reached over to unzip my jeans.

She shoved her hand down my jeans. “Oh fuck, you’ve got a nice big cock,” she moaned. “Let’s get your jeans off you so that beautiful cock of yours won’t feel so confined.”

She pulled my jeans down, and as soon as they were off, she started to stroke my dick. “You’ve got the biggest cock I’ve ever seen,” she moaned as she stroked me.

She leaned over me and ran her hot tongue around my cockhead. She looked up into my eyes as she took about four inches of my rod into her mouth. “Damn! Your cock tastes so good, baby!” she moaned as she licked around and under the throbbing head of my dick.

Diana took my huge cockhead back into her mouth and looked into my eyes. I let out a deep moan as Diana gently cupped and squeezed my balls, and again as she moved to fully suck my cock as far as possible.

I let her go at me for a little while before I stopped her. “Come on, baby,” I said, “That’s nice butI want to fuck that hot pussy of yours.”

I pulled her up to me and slowly removed her jeans and halter top. I laid her in the center of the bed, and she spread her legs and pulled her knees up, making some room for me. I got between her legs and guided my cock to her juicy fuck hole. She moaned as I pushed into her, but each time I stopped to let her adjust, she demanded that I keep going. When I started to work my cock in her, she moaned, and I realized my cock must have hit her G-spot. I kept fucking her the same way, and she wrapped her legs around me and started to hump me.

It wasn’t soon after I felt my balls banging against her that she yelled, “Fuck me! Give me every fucking inch of that fucking cock, baby!” I reached down and grasped her legs and pushed them up against her chest. I hunched over and really started to pound my cock into her as Diana moaned in my ear. Soon I felt my cock grow inside her, and I released what felt like a quart of hot come into her pussy. Then I rolled off her and let my cock slip out of her cunt.

Diana turned over and gave me a deep, hard kiss before sliding down my body. She looked up at me as she kissed my chest and my stomach, moving closer to my cock. She reached down to stroke my dick, then smiled up at me as she licked me, running her tongue up and down along my hardening cock. Once I was stiff again, she mounted me and took my cock balls-deep into her pussy.

Diana placed her hands on my chest and slowly moved up and down on me. “Your cock feels so good!” she cried. “I love the way it fills my cunt!”

She pushed down hard on me, taking me all the way in with each thrust, and I could feel my load building in my balls. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer before I blew. “Oh fuck, baby,” I moaned, “I’m going to come!”

Diana rolled off me and slid down to stroke my cock again. She took me in her mouth as she stroked me, then reached between my legs with her free hand and gently squeezed my balls like she had before.

“I want to taste you,” she cooed. “I bet you have a nice big load for me.”

She started pumping my cock harder, and she took me back between her lips just as I shot three or four jets of come into her mouth. When I finished shooting, she moved up my body and gave me a deep, sensual kiss, sharing my come with me.

Since that night, I’ve been spending the weekends at Diana’s, and she occasionally spends a night or two during the week on base with me. She’s too old for me to get involved in a real relationship with her, but I’ve never met a woman who fucks like she does! She’s even suggested setting me up with a girl my own age — as long as I promise to keep banging her until she meets a man of her own.

I have to say, Georgia was sure a great place to live!