Chapter 1
Mike hardly thought he'd make it through those last few hectic months preceding his discharge from Uncle Sam's Army.
The thing that really bugged him was that he was stationed in Korea at a time when things were in a great state of uncertainty. The president had just announced his plans for a phased withdrawal of U.S. troops from Korea over the next few years, which had the grisly old veterans under whom Mike served, particularly the higher-ranking sergeants and the officer's corps, as mad as hell. Then something else happened that also rankled the high command. A venereal disease epidemic hit the battalion that Mike was stationed in, which meant that the trusty old whorehouses where he had gone regularly to get his rocks off were declared off limits with violators slated to face stern measures. Since Mike was so close to getting discharged from the Army, he didn't want to rock the boat and complied with the order handed down by the top brass, getting his rocks off by jerking up and down on the spongy tip of his rubbery cock until the juices sprayed, usually while he was holding a copy of Playboy or Penthouse in his free hand.
Once that he was discharged, Mike could hardly wait to hop a plane and get back to his southern California home. He was hoping to just shut his eyes and sleep most of the way, since he had gone out and tied one on with some of his buddies the night before, who threw him a going away discharge party.
He slept a little, but on one of the stopovers Mike couldn't help but sit up and take notice upon the arrival of a sleek, dark-haired, well built statuesque woman who had the seat next to his. Immediately Mike felt the old familiar twitching of his hard, perfectly-attuned blue-veined prick scraping against the confining material of his khaki Army trousers. As she slid her well-rounded, perfectly proportioned buttocks into the seat, he caught a glimpse for the first time of the glittering diamond wedding ring she wore. Even though he was disappointed and feared that nothing would probably happen between them, his hard, sturdy cock remained firm inside his trousers and shorts as he thought about how much fun this olive-skinned brunette with the raven-colored shoulder length hair must have had in bed and the attentions that her husband no doubt showered on her. She wore a light blue pantsuit and every now and then Mike felt compelled to take a glimpse at her large, firm bosoms, which stood out against the tight material of the top of her pantsuit.
Mike soon discovered that Sophie, as she introduced herself, was a friendly woman who enjoyed conversing with him, and all the while he would feel periodically compelled to shift in his seat as his long, swollen prick kept on acting up, reminding him of how great it would be to shove its resolute unyielding surface into this voluptuous married woman.
As Sophie got to talking she told Mike about her husband, who was a widely-traveled, world famous geologist, and her three kids. Even though a disappointed Mike considered the talk about marriage and family a turn-off, considering the intense, smoldering feelings that resided within him, he at least enjoyed talking to her, even if he was almost completely convinced that their relationship would go no further.
Sophie told Mike that she had been spending some time in Tokyo while her husband was working in Mexico City. She then related that he would soon be joining her in Los Angeles, and that from there they would travel to Hawaii together.
"Fred's quite a man with the ladies," Sophie winked confidentially as the giant 747 jet soared high into the clouds. "If I know him he's probably having a wonderful time with the sexy senoritas."
By then Mike was flabbergasted. The conversation was taking a suddenly unexpected turn and he couldn't begin to predict where it would proceed from there.
"Fred and I have a standing policy in our marriage," Sophie smiled coquettishly, cutely batting her long sensuous black eyelashes. "You know what that is?"
"What?" Mike asked curiously.
"We agree to look the other way for each other. I think it's a very sound policy. That way we can both have our cake and eat it too. And we can hold our marriage together at the same time."
From that point on the young but experienced Mike started observing the dazzling Sophie in a different light. He considered her a highly sophisticated woman who knew the score about life. She wouldn't have been revealing such intimate information about her marriage to him, Mike felt, unless she had one hell of a lot more on her mind than admiring his Army uniform.
Mike bought Sophie a couple drinks during the flight, hoping that the alcohol would loosen her up so she would become even more daring than she already had, and all the while his blood-engorged, stiff, itchy shaft remained poised to spring into action at the first available opportunity.
Just as the giant 747 was getting ready to touch down at Los Angeles International Airport, the sensuous Sophie decided to reciprocate and bought Mike a drink.
As he finished gulping down his drink, Sophie jarred Mike to his roots with a casual comment.
"Tell you what," she smiled, licking her ruby red sensuous lips with just the right degree of suggestiveness. "Since you've been so generous and kind on this flight, buying me drinks and all, I'd like to ask you up to my place for drinks."
"I'd love to," Mike quickly replied. "Where are you staying?"
"The Century Plaza Hotel."
Mike and Sopie caught a taxi at the airport and rode immediately to the posh Century Plaza Hotel in Century City. Throughout the ride Mike's stiff erect cock remained as hard and solid as a board, and it took all the self-composure the horny young man could muster to refrain from reaching over and at least copping a feel of Sophie's firmly sensuous breasts through the outline of her blue pantsuit.
Sophie insisted on paying the cab fare. A few minutes later Mike and Sophie were alone in the privacy of her impressive fifteenth floor suite. She quickly drew the thick draw drapes shut, cutting off the glittering sun of late afternoon and providing the romantic atmosphere of a dark evening.
Mike began to undress like a starved animal, his heart fluttering with acute need. Sophie watched with her hands on her hips, her dark, alert eyes taking in every movement as Mike wiggled his way out of his Army uniform.
Once that he finished tugging downward on his white Army boxer shorts and pulling them off of him, his thick, blue-veined member snapped proudly forward like a soldier moving promptly to attention. And attention he received as Sophie stared ever so hypnotically at every robust inch of his bulbous organ, which ached with desire for her beautiful body.
"It's obvious you're ready," Sophie laughingly declared, "but, then again, it was pretty obvious to me on the plane that you were ready as well from the size of the erection you had."
"You saw that?"
"My eyes are always perfectly attuned to a big cock, my dear," she laughed. "Yes, I saw your big hard-on."
Mike's firm fingers reached out and pulled Sophie toward him. He caught a fragrant whiff of her perfume as his warm lips pushed forward with invigorating desire. After finding the mark with one quick thrusting, probing lip kiss, the discharged soldier opened his mouth and let his darting red tongue slash forward toward her hot, receptive mouth. Her savory tongue met his in a whirlpool of frenzied desire as their saliva meshed. Their breathing became hot and heavy under the influence of their lustful, winding tongue movements.
When Mike released his tongue from Sophie's mouth, she ever so suggestively let her well-proportioned body slide downward and land on the bed with a thud.
"Come and get me, soldier boy," she sighed.
Mike eagerly flung his naked body forward, letting it land a few inches away from Sophie. His fingers lunged forward and made rapid fire contact with her pantsuit.
Desiring to please her young lover in every way, the knowledgeable married woman wiggled her body instinctively, eager to accommodate his efforts to undress her.
A quick series of gasps later, Mike's lunging fingers had succeeded in prying loose beautiful Sophie's pantsuit. He let out a quick swoon and his heart began pounding more savagely than before as he looked down at her firm alabaster skin, which he longed to touch, and which looked so tempting covered only by a pair of black lace panties and a matching brassiere.
Mike reached down and plunged his solid fingers confidently against Sophie's brassiere straps. He swiftly removed her brassiere with a tug of the wrists, after which his eager fingers reached down and made a swift grab for her warm, enticing, silky white breasts, which were so smooth and firm to touch.
His fingers dug and pressed deeply against the searing white flesh, and as he kept touching her the swirling waves of ecstatic desire in his long swollen cock grew more intense.
"Do I have a nice set of boobs?" Sophie asked grinningly.
"You're damned right."
"Men are wild about them," she nodded knowingly. "Go ahead. Keep up that crisp finger action. Keep plunging. Oh, yes, I like that. Plunge good and hard."
He withdrew his zealous fingers a few timely strokes later from beautiful Sophie's firm white boobs. After that he allowed them to tease her pink sensitive nipples, which stood up proud and tall with ever increasing firmness as she flipped her luscious white globes of breast flesh upward during the course of the stirring finger activity that Mike eagerly brought to bear.
All that was left was for Mike to remove Sophie's tight-fitting black bikini panties, and once that he removed his fingers from her hardened strawberry nipples he turned his attention eminently toward that pursuit.
His flinging fingers grabbed hold of the elastic of her black lace bikini panties, causing Sophie's firm, well-tapered thighs and ass-cheeks to grind with increasing sensation.
With unswerving determination Mike kept on plunging downward with his fingers as he slid them down Sophie's sleek, lovely legs, listening to the scraping sounds of panties merging with skin.
Once that he finished removing Sophie's panties, which spun into the air and landed on the rug a few feet away after he hoisted them dramatically from her ankles, he paused long enough to get a good look at her delicious furry triangle, her searing pink gash covered by her curly coal black pubic hairs.
"Do you ever look good," the horny discharged soldier gulped, "and are we ever gonna have fun."
"That's why I invited you up, soldier boy," she sighed throatily.