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Needless to say, the plane trip back to Key West was just about the longest of my life. I couldn't believe what had happened in the last 12 hours. It was quite simply, a boyhood dream come true. The short time that we had spent in the car was the most intense sexual experience of my life, and my thoughts were filled with Babs.

There was a downside, however. I was worried that starting a relationship with her may not be the right thing to do. (I do tend to be somewhat of a *quot;worry wart*quot;) After all, I lived a long distance away, and she was just finishing a nasty divorce. Was I taking advantage of her? Maybe she was just looking for some fun after a 5 year *quot;dry spell*quot;? Could it be more serious than that? Was this a good idea? Jeez, I thought to myself, you sound like an old woman worrying. Just take it one day at a time, and go with the flow.

I called Babs when I returned home, and she sounded happier than I had heard her in a long time. We arranged for her to come and spend a week down in Key West when the school went on spring break, in about a month. To say that we were both looking forward to it is a serious understatement. The bad news was, I had to deploy to an aircraft carrier the next day, and wouldn't be back for about two weeks. Neither of us was happy about the prospect, but such is the life of a sailor. I knew it was going to be a loooong two weeks...and it was.

Two weeks later, as I walked in the door of my condo, the phone was ringing. I had literally just climbed out of the aircraft, finished some paperwork involving my jet, and driven home. I was still wearing my dark green flight suit, (we called it our *quot;green bag*quot;) and it was dirty and smelly from sweat. I dropped my luggage on the floor, and picked up the phone.

*quot;Hello?*quot;

*quot;Hi Sailor!! How was the boat..or ship...or whatever you call it?*quot;

*quot; Whaddya say, Gorgeous!! Same old same old. Got done what we needed to do. What's new with you?*quot;

*quot;Well, the house is pretty quiet. Darrell moved out last week. You know, it's funny. Lately, we never talked, but at least there was another presence in the house. But now...*quot; Her voice sort of trailed off. *quot;I understand. I said. Pretty tough to be by yourself after years with someone else I suppose.*quot;

*quot;That's for sure. But you know what? Honest to God, I feel better already. It's time to move on with my life, and I have you to thank for blowing me out of the depression of the last few months.*quot;

*quot;Well, I'm not sure I did anything therapeutic, but whatever it was, I can assure you, it was ENTIRELY my pleasure!!*quot; We were both laughing. *quot;Mine too. Oh boy, was it mine too!! But I am pissed off at you for one thing,*quot; she said. *quot;What's that?*quot; I replied. I could tell she wasn't really pissed. *quot;Well, ever since Darrell and I started having troubles, I've spent most of my time suppressing my sexual urges. I figured if I didn't think about them, they would just go away. And while I was with him, that more or less seemed to work. But now, ever since we...*quot; I heard her voice become lower, and softer... ... *quot;Fucked each other in the car, I can't seem to stop thinking about you. I'm horny all the time now, and it's your damn fault!!*quot;

We both started laughing!! *quot;You have a fat lot of nerve complaining about that, I said, still laughing. *quot; I had to take the thoughts of what we did out to an aircraft carrier with 5000 other men!! And trust me, there isn't an awful lot to do out there to relieve the tension!!*quot; After a second's pause, she made kind of a *quot;mmm..*quot; sound. And then her voice got quiet again. *quot;Do you masturbate while you're out there?*quot;

*quot;Geez, Babs! Why don't you stop beating around the bush and ask a direct question!!*quot; I was a little embarrassed, but was becoming aroused. *quot;C'mon, Fly-Boy, you can tell me!!*quot;

*quot;Well...of course. But it's definitely not the sort of activity that you go around advertising, lest you find yourself with a different, less charitable *quot;call sign*quot;*quot; I said, remembering the poor young man in the squadron who had been discovered masturbating, and his call sign was now *quot;Spanky*quot;, since he had been *quot;Spanking the Monkey*quot;. Her voice got lower, and definitely sexier. *quot;Mmm... what do you think about when you do it?*quot; By this point in the conversation I was way past embarrassed, and 5 points to the right of mortified!! *quot;Geez, Babs!! If I tell you, I'll have no secrets at all!! *quot;Big Wussy! Want to know what I'm doing right now?' *quot;Is this a question to which I really want an answer?*quot; We were both laughing. This was definitely uncharted territory for me, but I was beginning to think I could learn to like it. The size of the hard-on I had led me to think so anyway. *quot;Ok, I'll bite...tell me.*quot;

*quot;I'm laying in bed, with only a silk camisole on*quot;

*quot;Oh my God... I know you're absolutely gorgeous in it*quot;. *quot;Oh Steve...you make me feel so good again. It's like a part of me had died, and you're bringing it back to life.*quot;

*quot; I can't believe this is happening to me. It's something I've thought about güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri since I was 14 years old, and now it's coming true.*quot;

*quot;Oh God. I wish you were here right now. I'd fuck you so hard, you couldn't believe it.*quot;

*quot;Oh...that would be wonderful.*quot;

*quot;Steve... I want you to cum with me...right now...over the phone.*quot; By now I had surrendered myself to the feelings that were washing over me. *quot;Babs, I'm so hard for you right now...*quot;

*quot;Oh yes...my love...I want you to fuck me. My fingers are in my pussy...rubbing my clit...*quot;

*quot;Are your nipples hard?*quot;

*quot;Oh yes...and they want your lips on them...Steve...suck them for me? Please?*quot;

*quot;Oh Babs...I want you...please... oh God*quot;...By now her breath was coming in gasps, and she was making little whimpering sounds. We were both masturbating furiously, completely lost in the moment. It was wonderful. *quot;Steve...oh Steve... Fuck me please... fuck me hard... make me cum...*quot;

*quot;I'm on top of you Babs...and I'm fucking you so hard...*quot;

*quot;Yes...oh yes... put your cock in me...harder.*quot;

*quot;It feels so good... oh yes...oh Babs.*quot;

*quot;Oh Steve...I'm cumming...pinch my nipples while I cum...Oh God yes...*quot;

*quot; Oh Babs... I'm cumming too...I'm cumming. Oh God!!*quot; And we came together. Again. Like we had been lovers for years, not just together for one brief period. It was marvelous.

After a moment or two, we came back to earth. We just lay there, basking in the glow of the moment, albeit from long distance. She spoke first: *quot;Oh my God...I'm dripping wet!!*quot;

*quot;What are you complaining about? I just jizzed all over a perfectly good flight suit!! I may have to wash this thing, and it wasn't due for an oil change until next June!! What will the other aviators think of me wearing a clean flight suit? Besides, now I have a hand full of...Yuck!! And women swallow this stuff??!? *quot; We both started laughing again. *quot;Oh Steve, that was wonderful... I can't believe we actually did that. God, I hope no one is tapping your phone!!*quot;

*quot;If they are, just look for the phone company employee with a boner!!*quot;

*quot;That really was something else... but I'll tell you what, mister. You just wait until I come down there. I'm going to turn you every which way but loose!!*quot;

*quot;Hmm... sounds like a threat!!*quot;

*quot;It's a promise*quot;.

The two weeks before her arrival passed incredibly slowly. Every day was at least 3 days long. I wanted to make sure no work interfered with our plans, so I arranged to take a week's leave from the squadron. All the other guys knew I had something going on, but I wasn't about to let that bunch of boneheads in on my plans. Not being stupid, they quickly figured out there was a woman involved, and immediately started busting my balls. *quot;Hey Scooter!! When's the babe getting here?*quot;

*quot;Geez, T.Q., didn't I tell you?*quot;

*quot;No.*quot;

*quot;Then it must not be any of your freakin' business, huh??!?!?*quot; It was about then that my pilot chimed in: *quot;C'mon Scoots, give us the gouge. We just want to have a look!!*quot;

*quot;Fast Eddie, if you think I'm going to let any of you clowns within 10 nautical miles of her, you'd better go see the 3 Chance Brothers. You know them don't you? Slim Chance, No Chance and Fat Fucking Chance!!*quot;

*quot;C'mon, just one look!! *quot;No!*quot;

*quot;I'll bet she's a bow-wow!!*quot;

*quot;Go ahead and bet. You'll lose! Besides, you're a fine one to talk about *quot;Bow-wows*quot;!! Your last girlfriend told me that compared to you, she'd seen better looking heads on beer!!*quot;

They were a great bunch of guys, despite all the adolescent bullshitting, and I trusted them with my life. But the last thing Babs and I needed was a bunch of loudmouth aviators hanging around. When they threatened to stake out my condo to get a look at her, I figured I'd better come up with a plan to keep them at bay. Meanwhile, Babs and I kept ourselves sane by talking every day, sometimes for hours. AT