Just Back From the Air Force Has Him Meeing Betty

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Gary just got home from the Air Force when he ran into Betty at the Jamesway department store. This lead to great sex between the two.

In the sizzling afternoon sun, the parking lot of the Jamesway department store lay almost vacant, the heat baking the asphalt and making the air thick with the scent of exhaust and distant BBQ grills. The automatic doors slid open with a hiss, and out stumbled a young man, his eyes squinting against the harsh light.

His military-cropped hair was still damp from the shower, and the tight t-shirt clung to his muscular chest, revealing the outline of dog tags around his neck. This was Gary Wiley, back from his tour in the Air Force and ready to reclaim his civilian life.

The distant sound of laughter and chatter from the shoppers inside the store barely registered in his ears as he scanned the parking lot for his car. It had been a long trip home, and all he could think about was a cold beer and a hot shower. But then, like a mirage, a familiar figure emerged from the heat waves.

“Hey, isn’t that…?” he murmured to himself, his heart skipping a beat. It was Betty Scott, the girl he had known since high school. The one he had often fantasized about while lying in his bunk, the one who had sent him those sweet letters that had kept him going during his darkest moments abroad. She looked more beautiful than ever, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her tight jeans hugging her curvaceous hips, and her pink t-shirt showcasing her ample breasts.

“Betty!” he called out, his voice echoing through the lot. She spun around, and their eyes met. Hers sparkled with a mischievous glint that made his pulse race. She trotted over, her sneakers tapping against the hot pavement.

“Gary!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck. “You’re finally home!” Her embrace was warm and welcoming, and he felt the softness of her breasts pressing against his chest. He couldn’t help but notice the way her body had filled out since he last saw her, and his thoughts immediately drifted to the possibility of more than just a friendly reunion.

“Come on,” she said, pulling away with a knowing smile. “Let’s get out of this heat. I’ve got something much more interesting to show you.” She led him to a red convertible parked nearby, the engine purring like a contented kitten. The sight of her in the driver’s seat, her legs stretched out, was almost too much to handle. He followed her, his thoughts racing with the tantalizing prospect of what might come next.

As they drove through the suburban streets, the wind playing with Betty’s hair and her eyes dancing with excitement, it dawned on him that this could be the start of something incredible. His anticipation grew with every passing minute, and the tension between them was palpable, thick like the humid air outside.

They pulled up to an apartment complex that looked like it had seen better days, but the excitement in Betty’s eyes made it seem like a palace. “This is me,” she said, hopping out of the car. She turned to him with a look that spoke volumes, and his stomach did a little flip. This was going to be a homecoming he’d never forget.

The apartment was small but cozy, with the faint scent of vanilla and citrus in the air. Betty led him inside, her hand lingering on the small of his back as she guided him through the narrow hallway. The living room was dimly lit, with a large couch that looked as inviting as a cool pool on a summer’s day. She sat down and patted the cushion next to her, her eyes never leaving his.

“So,” she began, her voice low and seductive, “what do you think of my place?”

Gary swallowed hard, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in every inch of her curves. “It’s… it’s nice,” he managed to say.

“Just nice?” she teased, leaning in closer. “I was hoping you’d think it was more than just nice.”

He felt his face flush as she reached up and touched his cheek, her thumb tracing the outline of his jaw. The air in the room grew thick with desire, and he knew that the lines between friends and lovers were about to be blurred in a deliciously erotic dance. Betty stood, and with a grace that belied the heat of the moment, she began to unbutton her pink t-shirt. One by one, the buttons popped open, revealing her small, pale frame. Her breasts were modest, a perfect A-cup that made his mouth water in anticipation. Her nipples were already erect, pushing against the flimsy fabric of her lacy bra.

With a dramatic flourish, she let the shirt drop to the floor, and then reached behind her to unclasp her bra. It fell away, and her breasts bounced free, the pink tips standing at attention. She stepped closer to him, her eyes locked on his, and began to unbuckle her tight jeans. The zipper whispered as it descended, and she wiggled her hips, letting the fabric slide down her legs. She stepped out of them, leaving only her red thong as a barrier between him and the prize he had dreamt of for so long.

Her pussy was a soft mound of curls, the exact opposite of the shaven porn stars he’d seen online. There was something incredibly natural and sensual about it, and his cock grew harder at the sight. He watched as she slid the thong down, revealing her glistening sex. The scent of her arousal filled the room, mingling with the vanilla and citrus. He could feel his own need growing, his cock straining against his boxers, begging for release.

Gary couldn’t resist the urge anymore. He stood up, his hands shaking slightly with excitement. He peeled off his t-shirt, revealing his muscular torso, honed from countless hours in the gym and under the unforgiving sun. Betty’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of his broad shoulders and chiseled abs, and he knew he had her full attention. He reached down and unbuckled his belt, letting his jeans fall to the floor. His boxers followed, and his six-inch cock sprang out, hard and proud.

Her eyes were drawn to his cock like a magnet, and he felt a surge of pride. She licked her lips, and he knew she was thinking the same thing he was: this was going to be explosive. He stepped closer to her, their bodies mere inches apart. He could feel the heat radiating off her, and his heart hammered in his chest. They stood there for a moment, their eyes locked, the air charged with a mix of lust and something deeper.

And then, as if by mutual agreement, their lips met in a passionate kiss. It was fiery and hungry, a kiss that spoke of years of pent-up desire. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight against his body, his cock pressing into her belly. She moaned softly, her hands finding their way to his neck, her nails digging into his skin just enough to make him crave more.

Their kiss grew more urgent as they stumbled towards the bedroom, their mouths never parting. The bed was unmade, the sheets a tangled mess from her earlier passionate encounter with her vibrator, and it was the perfect stage for their reunion. They fell onto it, a tangle of limbs and passion, their bodies moving in a rhythm that was as old as time.

Gary reached down and slid his hand between her legs, feeling the warm, wet heat of her pussy. She gasped into his mouth, arching her back as his fingers found her clit. He stroked it gently, feeling it swell beneath his touch. Betty’s hips began to buck, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she grew closer and closer to the edge.

He broke the kiss and moved his mouth down her neck, nibbling and sucking, leaving a trail of kisses that made her quiver. He reached her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue as he pinched and twisted the other. She moaned louder, her hands fisting in the sheets, her body begging for more.

As he continued to tease and pleasure her, Betty’s legs parted wider, giving him full access to her dripping sex. He kissed his way down her belly, feeling her quiver with every touch. When he reached her pussy, he took a moment to admire it, the plump pink lips and the soft, inviting mound of hair that framed it. He could see her juices glistening in the soft light of the room, and he couldn’t resist the urge to taste her.

Dipping his head, he flicked his tongue over her clit, making her buck her hips up off the bed. She tasted sweet and musky, like a ripe peach picked fresh from the tree. He lapped at her, feeling her body tense with every pass of his tongue. Her legs tightened around his neck, urging him deeper, and he obliged, sliding two fingers into her slick warmth.

Her pussy was tight, clenching around his digits as he stroked her inner walls. He could feel the beginnings of her orgasm building, and he increased his pace, eager to bring her over the edge. Betty’s moans grew louder, her body trembling with the force of her impending climax.

With a final, desperate cry, she came, her pussy spasming around his fingers as she rode out the waves of pleasure. Her nails dug into his back as she bucked against his face, her body shuddering with the force of her release. It was a sight to behold, one that made his cock throb with the need to be inside her.

Pulling his fingers out, he licked them clean, savoring her taste, before moving up her body. Her eyes were half-lidded with lust, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock nudging against her entrance. She was still wet and open from her orgasm, and he pushed inside her with ease.

The sensation was like nothing he had ever felt before. Betty was tight and hot, her pussy wrapping around him like a glove. She gasped as he filled her, her inner muscles clenching around him. He took a moment to enjoy the feeling before he began to move, his hips pumping in a steady rhythm.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer as he thrust into her. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, every stroke bringing them closer to the edge of ecstasy. Betty’s nails scraped down his back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He could feel the pressure building in his balls, his orgasm approaching like a freight train.

They rocked together, their moans and gasps filling the room. Sweat beaded on their skin, mixing with the scent of sex and desire. It was raw and animalistic, a primal dance that had been building since the day they had met.

And then, as if they had choreographed it, they both came. Betty’s walls clenched around him, her orgasm ripping through her with the intensity of a tornado. He pumped into her, his own release hot and intense, painting her insides with his seed. They held onto each other, their breathing ragged, as the waves of pleasure washed over them.

For a moment, the world ceased to exist. There was only the two of them, lost in the throes of passion. When they finally came down, their bodies slick with sweat, they collapsed onto the bed, their limbs tangled together. They lay there, panting, their hearts racing in unison.

Gary knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in their lives. The years apart had only made the connection between them stronger, and he couldn’t wait to see where it would lead them. As he held her close, he whispered, “Welcome home,” and she whispered back, “This is where I’ve always wanted you to be.”

Their bodies still entwined, Betty playfully pulled at his toes, a naughty smile playing on her lips. “I’ve got something else for you to take care of,” she murmured, her voice a sultry purr that sent shivers down his spine. He looked down to see her other foot, her toes painted a vibrant red, beckoning to him. Without a word, he leaned down and took her foot in his hand, bringing it to his mouth. He kissed each toe tenderly before taking the big one into his mouth, sucking it gently. She moaned with pleasure, the sound sending bolts of electricity through his body.

Her hand wandered back to her pussy, her fingers tracing lazy circles around her clit. He watched, entranced, as she grew more and more aroused. Her hips began to move, her body seeking the release that only he could provide. The sight of her playing with herself was almost too much to handle, but he focused on her toes, savoring the taste of her skin, the smell of her desire.

Her breath grew quicker, her strokes more urgent, as she approached another orgasm. The feeling of her toes in his mouth was oddly erotic, and he could feel his cock twitch with every little moan she let out. Her legs began to shake, and he knew she was close. He sucked harder, his tongue swirling around her toes as she rubbed her clit faster and faster.

With a gasp, Betty’s body went rigid, and she came again, her pussy pulsing around his cock. He felt her juices dribble out onto his stomach as she shuddered with pleasure. He continued to suck her toes, enjoying the way her body reacted to his ministrations. She was a symphony of sensation, and he was her devoted maestro.

As she came down from her high, she pulled her foot away from his mouth and leaned in to kiss him deeply. “You’re so good at that,” she whispered, her voice breathless. “I want to feel you inside me again.”

Without another word, she turned over, presenting her ass to him. The cheeks were round and firm, begging to be squeezed. He reached out and ran his hand over them, feeling the heat from her pussy radiating against his palm. He lined his cock up with her entrance and pushed in, feeling her tightness grip him like a velvet vice.

Betty moaned, her body arching back into his, urging him deeper. He thrust into her, feeling the delicious friction of her walls against his shaft. Each stroke brought them closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy, their bodies moving in a rhythm that was as old as time itself.

The room grew hazy with passion, the only sounds their muffled cries and the wet slap of skin on skin. He reached around her waist and found her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. She moaned louder, her body tightening around him, and he knew she was close.

He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his breath hot on her neck. “Come for me, Betty,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “Let me feel you come all over me again.”

Her response was a keening wail as she shattered, her orgasm rippling through her like a wave. He followed her over the edge, his own climax crashing over him like a tidal wave. He filled her up with his cum, their bodies joined in the most intimate way possible.

As they lay there, panting and sweaty, he knew that this was just the start of something incredible. The heat between them was palpable, and he had a feeling that the rest of the summer would be spent exploring every inch of each other’s bodies, pushing the boundaries of their desires, and discovering new heights of pleasure. And he was more than ready for the ride.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Betty rolled over onto her back, her legs spread wide. “I want you to taste me,” she whispered, her voice dripping with desire. “Every part of me.”

Gary’s cock twitched with excitement at her words. He had never been more turned on in his life. He leaned down and kissed her inner thigh, his tongue tracing a wet line up to her pussy. She gasped as he flicked her clit, her body already primed for another round. But he had something else in mind.

He continued his kisses, moving further back, until his face was mere inches from her tight, pink asshole. She watched him with a mix of surprise and arousal, her hand moving to her own clit as she began to rub it in slow, circular motions. He took a deep breath, inhaling her sweet scent, and then gently pressed his tongue against her anus.

The sensation was like nothing he had ever experienced. It was intimate and taboo, and it made him feel like he was unlocking a secret part of her that no one else had ever seen. She moaned, her body jolting with pleasure, and he knew he had hit a nerve. He licked and kissed her there, exploring every fold and crevice, as she continued to rub herself.

Her breathing grew more erratic, her hips rising off the bed as she neared another orgasm. He could feel her muscles tense, her entire body vibrating with the effort of holding back. But he wasn’t done yet. He slid two fingers into her pussy, feeling how wet she was, and began to pump them in and out as he focused his attention on her ass.

With every stroke, he could feel her getting closer and closer to the edge. He lapped at her asshole, his tongue delving deeper, as her hand moved faster and faster over her clit. And then, with a scream that echoed through the apartment, she came again, her pussy clenching around his fingers as her ass tightened.

Her juices flowed over his hand, and he brought it up to his mouth, tasting her on his fingers. She was sweet and salty, a delicious combination that made him want more. He looked up at her, his eyes full of lust, and she grinned down at him, her cheeks flushed with arousal.

“You’re so fucking dirty,” she panted, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “I love it.”

Gary couldn’t help but grin back. He had never felt more alive than he did in that moment, with Betty’s legs wrapped around his head and her pussy pulsing with every beat of her heart. He knew that this was the beginning of something beautifully carnally, a journey that would change their lives forever.

They lay there for a moment, catching their breath, their bodies slick with sweat and sex. But the desire between them was far from sated. Betty reached out and stroked his cock, her fingers light and teasing. “Ready for round two?” she asked, her voice full of mischief.

He didn’t need to answer. His body was already responding, his cock hardening under her touch. They were about to embark on an erotic adventure that would make every moment apart feel like an eternity. And he was more than ready to dive in headfirst.

Betty slid off the bed and onto all fours, her ass in the air. “Take me like a bitch in heat,” she said, her voice low and demanding. It was a side of her he had never seen before, but it only served to make him even more aroused. He positioned himself behind her, his cock nudging against her slick pussy lips.

He pushed inside, feeling the tightness of her grip him like a vice. She was wet and ready, and she groaned as he filled her up. He began to thrust, his hips slapping against her ass with every stroke. The sound echoed through the room, a testament to their passion. She wiggled her hips, pushing back into him, urging him to go deeper.

He grabbed onto her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he picked up the pace. Her moans grew louder, turning into whimpers of pleasure. He watched her breasts sway with every thrust, the pink tips of her nipples brushing against the bedspread. The sight was too much to bear, and he reached around to play with her clit, his thumb circling the sensitive nub.

Her body began to quiver, and he knew she was close. He pushed into her harder, his cock sliding in and out with an urgency that was almost animalistic. “Fuck me, Gary,” she moaned, her voice muffled by the pillow. “Fuck me like you own me.”

And he did. He fucked her like she was the last woman on Earth, like he had been dying for this moment since the day he left for the Air Force. He claimed every inch of her, leaving no part of her body untouched by his passion.

The bed rocked beneath them, the headboard slamming against the wall in time with their rhythm. Betty’s hand was a blur between her legs, her fingers working furiously at her clit. Her orgasm was building, growing like a storm inside her, ready to break free.

And then, with a scream that was half pleasure, half pain, she came. Her pussy clamped down on him, her entire body shaking with the force of her climax. He could feel her juices coating his cock, and the sensation was almost too much. He thrust into her a few more times, his own orgasm building, and then he lost control.

With a roar, he came, his cum spurting deep inside her, filling her up. He collapsed onto her, his chest heaving with exertion, as they lay there, their bodies entwined. For a moment, it was as if time had stopped, and all that mattered was the two of them, lost in a haze of lust and love.

They stayed like that for a while, their breathing gradually returning to normal. Then, with a giggle, Betty pushed him off her and rolled over onto her back. “I’m insatiable,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I think we’re going to need to do that again.”

Gary couldn’t help but laugh, his cock still half-hard and covered in their combined juices. “Betty Scott,” he said, shaking his head, “you’re going to be the death of me.”

But even as he said it, he knew it was a lie. Because with her, he had never felt more alive.

Her laugh was music to his ears, and he leaned down to kiss her, their tongues dancing together as their bodies cooled. They were a perfect fit, like two puzzle pieces that had been separated for too long. And now, as they lay in the aftermath of their passion, he knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

Their clothes lay scattered around the room, a testament to their hunger for each other. As they kissed, their hands roamed, exploring the curves and planes of their bodies. It was as if they were rediscovering each other after years apart, every touch a new revelation.

Their kiss grew deeper, more urgent, and he felt his cock begin to swell again. Betty’s hand found it, her fingers wrapping around him, stroking him back to life. “Again?” she whispered, her eyes full of fire.

He nodded, his breath hitching in his chest. “Again,” he murmured, his voice a hoarse whisper. “And again, and again, and again…”

Their love-making over the next five months was a whirlwind of passion and desire. Every moment they had together was an opportunity to explore each other’s bodies, to push the boundaries of their lust, and to revel in the sweetness of their connection. Betty took to her role as a cock-worshipping goddess with an enthusiasm that both surprised and thrilled him. Her mouth was a warm, welcoming haven for his cock, her lips wrapping around him like a tight embrace.

The taste of his cum grew to be an addiction for her, a delicacy she craved like nothing else. She would suck him until he was hard as steel, her cheeks hollow with effort, and then swallow his seed with a greedy moan that never failed to make him feel like the king of the world. Her eyes would lock onto his as she did it, a silent declaration of her devotion.

Their lovemaking was a dance of primal instincts and raw emotion. They tried every position they could think of, every angle that brought them closer to the edge of ecstasy. Missionary was sweet and intimate, her eyes never leaving his as he filled her up, watching every flicker of pleasure that crossed her face. Doggie style was animalistic, her ass bouncing back to meet his thrusts, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the apartment. And when she rode him cowgirl, her pussy enveloping him in a wet, velvety grip, it was a power play that made him feel like he was worshipping at the altar of her sexuality.

Their favorite, though, was when he lay on his back, his legs spread, and she straddled his face, her pussy hovering just above his eager mouth. He would lick and suck and nibble at her clit until she was squirming with need, her juices coating his face. Then, when she was close, she would lean forward, taking his hard cock in her mouth, and together they would race towards their orgasms. It was a delicate balance, a symphony of pleasure that ended with her collapsing onto him, her pussy pulsing around his tongue as he shot his load into her throat.

But it was never just about the sex. Between the passionate fucking and the mind-blowing orgasms, there were moments of tenderness that took his breath away. The way she would trace the lines of his scars with her fingers, the gentle kisses she placed on his eyelids, the whispered “I love you’s” that seemed to hang in the air like mist. They were two people who had found something in each other that they hadn’t even known they were missing.

Their days were filled with laughter and sweetness, their nights with the heat of passion. It was a summer of discovery, of growth, and of love that burned so brightly it could have outshone the sun. And as they lay there, their bodies sated and their hearts full, he knew that this was just the beginning. The world had opened up before them, a playground of pleasure and love, and they were ready to conquer it together.

Six months after that fateful day in the Jamesway parking lot, with the scent of Betty’s arousal still lingering on his skin, Gary Wiley knew he couldn’t live without her. He had never felt more alive than when he was with her, her body writhing beneath his, her cries of pleasure echoing in his ears. So, one evening, under the twinkling stars, he got down on one knee and asked her to be his wife.

Her eyes filled with tears as she looked at the ring he held out, a simple band of gold with a diamond that sparkled like her own fiery spirit. She nodded, her voice choked with emotion. “Yes, Gary. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Their wedding was a small affair, with only their closest friends and family in attendance. They exchanged vows in a candlelit ceremony, their bodies already anticipating the night that lay ahead. They made love slowly and tenderly, their bodies moving together in a dance that was both new and familiar. The bond between them had grown so strong, it was as if they were two halves of a whole, finally reunited.

Their marriage was a testament to the depth of their connection, and it only served to amplify the passion that burned between them. Every day was an erotic adventure, every touch a declaration of love. They explored new heights of kink, pushing each other’s boundaries and discovering new desires that only added to the intensity of their love.

Their apartment was a sanctuary of pleasure, a place where they could be free to express their love in any way they desired. They tried new toys, explored new positions, and even dabbled in a bit of light BDSM. Each experience brought them closer, each moan of pleasure a testament to the strength of their bond.

And so they lived, in a whirlwind of steamy, kinky love, their marriage a bastion of sexual exploration and emotional depth. They were a match made in heaven, two souls bound by a fiery passion that only grew stronger with each passing day.

Four months after the proposal, they stood before the judge, their hands joined, their hearts racing. “I do,” they both said in unison, and with those two simple words, they were bound together forever. The applause was a mere echo compared to the thunderous beating of their hearts.

Their life together was a tapestry of love and lust, woven together with the threads of their shared history and desires. They were each other’s everything, and every time they made love, it was a celebration of the life they had built.

Their marriage was a declaration to the world of their commitment, but it was the countless nights of steamy, kinky sex that truly sealed their bond. They were insatiable, always seeking new ways to pleasure each other, new depths to reach within their shared ecstasy.

In the throes of their passion, they discovered that love could be just as intense as lust. And as they lay tangled in the sheets, their bodies sweaty and sated, they knew that they had found something rare and precious. A love that was as fierce as it was tender, as wild as it was gentle.

Their love story was one for the ages, a tale of two souls who had found their home in each other’s arms. And as they grew old together, their love remained as fresh and potent as the day they first met. The walls of their apartment had been witness to countless moments of ecstasy, and they knew that there were many more to come.

Their life was not perfect, but it was theirs, a tapestry of love and lust that grew more intricate with each passing day. They faced challenges, but they faced them together, their love a bastion of strength against the storms of life.

And when they made love, it was with a fervor that could only come from a lifetime of passion and understanding. They knew every inch of each other’s bodies, every sigh and moan, every twitch and shiver. It was a dance that had no end, only an eternal crescendo of pleasure.

Their love was a flame that burned brightly, a beacon in the darkness that drew them closer with every passing year. And as they held each other close, their hearts beating in time, they knew that no matter what the future held, they would always find their way back to each other, back to the sweet, kinky

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