Older Neighbor Provides Special Training Before Young Man Goes in the Air Force

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Older sexy neighbor gives an 18 year old special training before Air Force basic then additional training after his other Air Force training.

“You’re going to be a man soon, aren’t you, Gary?” Mrs. Carter’s eyes twinkled with something more than just neighborly interest as she handed him the cake. Her fingers brushed against his, sending a jolt of electricity up his arm.

Gary nodded awkwardly, his heart racing. “Yes, ma’am. I’m joining the Air Force next week.”

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Follow me.”

Her hand was soft and warm as she led him to her house, a place he’d been to countless times for cookies and lemonade. But this time, it felt different. The air had something unspoken, something that made his pulse quicken.

Mrs. Carter’s living room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to keep out the fading daylight. She turned to face him, her expression playful yet serious. “You know, you can’t go into the military without knowing the true meaning of pleasure.”

Her blouse fell open, revealing a lacy black bra that barely contained her ample breasts. She unclipped it, letting it fall to the floor. Her nipples stood at attention, pebbled and inviting.

“What are you doing?” he croaked, his eyes glued to her chest.

“I’m giving you a lesson,” she murmured, stepping closer. “One that you’ll never forget.”

Her hand reached out to trace his jawline, sending shivers down his spine. Before he could protest, her mouth was on his, her tongue sliding into his mouth like a hot knife through butter.

Gary’s body responded instinctively, his hands finding their way to her hips, then her ass. She moaned into the kiss, grinding her pelvis against him. He could feel the heat emanating from her core, making his cock throb with need.

Mrs. Carter pulled away, her breath ragged. “Take your clothes off, sweetheart.”

He obeyed, his hands shaking as he removed each piece of clothing. When he was naked before her, she took a step back, her gaze raking over his body.

“You’re so…beautiful,” she breathed, her hand reaching out to stroke his erect cock.

Gary’s eyes rolled back in his head as she touched him, her fingers gentle yet firm. He’d never felt anything so good in his life.

“Lay down,” she instructed, her voice a sultry command.

He lay on her plush velvet couch, his cock standing at full attention. Mrs. Carter knelt between his legs and took him into her mouth, her eyes never leaving his.

The sensation was indescribable. Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue teasing the sensitive underside of his cock. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m going to swallow every drop,” she said, her voice muffled by his cock.

And just like that, he was over the edge. He bucked his hips as he came, filling her mouth with his cum. She pulled back, her cheeks hollowed as she swallowed, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

Mrs. Carter straddled him, her pussy hovering above his cock. “Now, it’s my turn.”

Her wetness coated his shaft as she lowered herself onto him. She was tight, so tight it was almost painful, but the pleasure quickly overwhelmed any discomfort. She began to ride him, her hips moving in a rhythmic motion that had him groaning into the couch cushions.

Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her nipples brushing against his chest. He reached up to cup them, feeling the weight and warmth of them in his hands. She threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back as she moaned.

The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking: the slap of their skin, their heavy breaths, and the wet sounds of her pussy taking him in. The scent of her arousal mixed with the sweet smell of the cake on the coffee table.

Mrs. Carter leaned forward, her breasts pressing into his face. “Suck them,” she demanded.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting it gently. She gasped and ground her hips into him harder, her orgasm building.

“Oh God, yes, just like that,” she whispered, her voice tight with pleasure.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as she climaxed, her pussy clamping down on his cock. He felt his own orgasm approaching, his balls tightening with the need to release.

But she wasn’t done with him yet. She climbed off and knelt beside the couch, taking his cock in her hand again. “You’re not going anywhere until I’m finished with you,” she said with a wink.

Her mouth enveloped him once more, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she worked him back to full hardness. It didn’t take long.

When he was ready to explode again, she climbed back on top of him, her eyes locked with his. “This time, cum inside me,” she said.

He nodded, his hips moving in time with hers as they found a new rhythm. The feeling of her pussy tightening around him was exquisite, driving him wild.

“I’m going to come,” he gritted out.

“Do it,” she encouraged, her voice a desperate whine. “Cum inside me, baby.”

With a roar, he did just that, his cock spurting hot cum deep into her body. She collapsed onto him, her breaths coming in short gasps.

For a moment, they lay there, their hearts pounding in unison. Then she sat up, her eyes gleaming. “Now, that’s what I call a send-off.”

They both laughed, the tension in the room dissipating. “Thank you,” he managed to say, his voice hoarse.

Mrs. Carter leaned down to kiss him, her breasts pressing into his chest. “No, thank you, soldier. You’ve given me quite the farewell gift.”

They both knew it was more than just a one-time thing. The connection between them was palpable, a bond forged in passion and desire.

As they dressed, Mrs. Carter whispered, “Whenever you come home on leave, you know where to find me.”

Gary nodded, his heart full. He had not only lost his virginity but gained a secret lover who understood his needs like no one else.

The party tomorrow night was going to be interesting, to say the least. But for now, he had the sweet taste of Mrs. Carter’s kiss and the memory of her warm embrace to keep him company in the quiet of his room.

Gary stepped off the bus, the cool evening air brushing against his skin as he made his way home after a grueling eight months away at the Air Force Base. The quiet suburban street looked the same as it had the day he left, the only difference being the leaves that had changed color, a testament to the time that had passed. His bag slung over his shoulder, the young man felt a mix of excitement and fatigue, eager to rest in his own bed, surrounded by familiar walls. The porch light flickered, a beacon of homecoming comfort, as he approached the house that had been his sanctuary before the world of military discipline had claimed him.

As he neared his door, a sudden sound echoed through the night, the unmistakable ring of his neighbor’s doorbell. Curiosity piqued, he glanced over at the Carters’ place, expecting to see Mr. or Mrs. Carter welcoming home a late-night guest. But as the door swung open, it was Mrs. Carter herself who stepped into the dim porch light, dressed in a way that was definitely not her usual attire for greeting neighbors. She was in a sheer, silky robe that clung to her body, hinting at the mature beauty hidden beneath. Her eyes met his, and a knowing smile curled her lips.

“Gary, you’re back,” she purred, her voice a seductive siren’s call that seemed to resonate deep within his bones. “I’ve missed you.”

Gary felt his cheeks flush, the sudden attention from his neighbor surprising him. He’d always found Mrs. Carter attractive, but she’d been nothing more than a kind, supportive presence since his parents’ passing. Her flirtatious tone now sent a shiver down his spine, and he felt a sudden tightening in his pants that he hadn’t anticipated.

“I’ve got some…unfinished business to attend to,” she continued, her eyes raking over his body in a way that made him feel both exposed and desired. “How about you come over tomorrow night, and we can…catch up?”

The invitation hung in the air, thick with unspoken promises and a hint of something more. Despite his initial shock, Gary felt a strange anticipation building inside him. What kind of “training” could Mrs. Carter possibly have in mind for him? He knew he wouldn’t be able to resist finding out.

The next evening, showered and dressed in his best casual wear, he approached Mrs. Carter’s house with a mix of excitement and nervousness. The door was slightly ajar, and he could hear the faint sound of jazz music drifting from within, setting the mood for what was to come. He pushed the door open and stepped inside, the warm, welcoming scent of vanilla and cinnamon enveloping him.

The living room was dimly lit, candles flickering on every available surface, casting dancing shadows across the floor. Mrs. Carter emerged from the shadows, looking even more alluring than the night before. She was dressed in a tight, black dress that hugged her curves, and her hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders. She walked over to him, her hips swaying with a sensual grace that made his mouth water.

“I’m so happy you could come, Gary,” she said, her voice low and husky. “I’ve been planning this for weeks.”

Her hand slid up his chest, sending a jolt of electricity through him. He couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as she leaned in closer, her breath hot on his neck. Her eyes searched his, looking for any hint of hesitation. But all he felt was a burning desire to claim her, to lose himself in her embrace.

Without another word, Mrs. Carter took his hand and led him into her bedroom, where the scent of their previous encounter still lingered in the air. The bed was covered in a plush, red comforter, and on the nightstand sat an assortment of sex toys that made his heart race.

“You see,” she began, her eyes gleaming with lust, “I have a bit of a…fetish. For young, fit men in uniform.”

Gary felt his cock throb at her words, his mind racing with all the possibilities that awaited them. Mrs. Carter had always had a certain charm, a way of making him feel like he was the most important person in the room. And now, she was offering herself to him, no strings attached.

YARY^1: At Mrs. Carter’s house, the atmosphere is set with candles and jazz, and she’s dressed seductively, revealing her attraction to uniformed men. She leads him into her bedroom, which is filled with sex toys, hinting at a fetish she has for young, fit soldiers.

“But tonight,” she continued, “I want to explore something new. Something…forbidden.”

Her hand slid down to his crotch, giving his hard cock a gentle squeeze. “I want to be your MILF domme,” she whispered in his ear, her breath tickling his skin. “Are you ready for that, Airman?”

Gary nodded, his voice barely a murmur. “Yes, Mrs. Carter.”

Her smile widened, and she began to strip him out of his clothes, her hands lingering on his body as if savoring every inch of his muscular form. His shirt hit the floor, followed by his pants, and he stepped out of his shoes, leaving him naked before her. She took a moment to appreciate him, her eyes traveling from his broad shoulders to his tight abs, and down to his cock that was now standing at full attention.

“Good boy,” she said, her voice filled with approval. “Now, go stand by the bed. I have some things to show you.”

He did as he was told, his eyes glued to her as she picked up a leather strap from the nightstand. The sound of her unzipping her dress sent a shiver down his spine, and he watched in awe as it fell to the floor, revealing her in nothing but a matching set of black lingerie.

Mrs. Carter strutted over to him, the strap hanging from her hand like a whip. “You’re going to do exactly as I say,” she told him, her voice firm yet playful. “And if you’re a good boy, I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”

Gary felt his heart racing as she stepped closer, the tip of the strap brushing against his chest. “Yes, Mrs. Carter,” he breathed.

The first strike came as a surprise, a sharp sting that sent a jolt of pleasure through his body. Mrs. Carter watched him intently, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she continued to rain down soft, precise hits across his chest and stomach. He could feel his cock growing harder with every touch, his body responding to her dominance in a way he’d never experienced before.

As the “training” continued, Mrs. Carter introduced him to the joys of bondage, teasing him with feathers, tickling his nipples, and whispering sweet nothings into his ear that made him squirm with pleasure. Her touch was both gentle and firm, pushing him to the edge of his comfort zone, but never crossing it.

“You’re doing so well, Airman,” she said, her voice a sweet symphony of praise and control. “But we’re not done yet.”

Mrs. Carter grabbed a velvet blindfold and slipped it over his eyes, plunging him into darkness. The sensation was disorienting, heightening every sound and touch. He heard the rustle of fabric and felt her body press against his, her soft breasts brushing against his chest.

“Now, I want you to lie down on the bed,” she instructed, guiding him gently by the shoulders.

Gary complied, his heart racing with excitement. He felt the softness of the bed beneath him, the coolness of the sheets a stark contrast to the heat of his body. She tied his wrists to the bedposts with a silky rope, ensuring he was secure but not uncomfortable.

The next thing he felt was the warmth of her mouth on his cock, her tongue swirling around the head before taking him deep into her throat. He gasped, the sudden pleasure making him arch his back. Her hand gripped the base of his shaft, her nails digging in just enough to make him moan. The sensation was exquisite, a mix of pain and pleasure that had him panting for more.

Mrs. Carter took her time, savoring every inch of him. She knew exactly how to push him closer to the edge, only to pull back at the last moment, leaving him desperate for release. His hips bucked against her, seeking more, but she remained in control, her hand firm on his hip, keeping him in place.

Finally, when she could tell he was on the brink, she stopped, her mouth lingering just above his cock. “Not yet,” she murmured. “We have so much more to explore.”

The anticipation was unbearable, his body a taut wire of need. He felt her straddle him, her wet pussy sliding against his abs as she reached for something on the nightstand. A moment later, he heard the unmistakable sound of a bottle being uncapped. The scent of lube filled the air, and he felt a cool, slippery sensation as she coated her hand before sliding a finger into his ass.

He tensed at the intrusion, but Mrs. Carter’s gentle coos and encouragements had him relaxing almost immediately. She worked him open with patience and care, adding another finger, then another, until he was begging for more.

“Good boy,” she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. “You’re going to take me now.”

The blindfold was removed, and he watched in amazement as she climbed off the bed, revealing a strap-on that was attached to her hips. It was a sight that made his jaw drop and his cock throb even more. Mrs. Carter had clearly been preparing for this moment, and she was going to make sure it was one he’d never forget.

With a wink, she positioned herself over him, the tip of the strap-on teasing his hole. “Ready?” she asked, her voice thick with desire.

Gary nodded, his entire body trembling with anticipation. And with one swift thrust, she entered him, filling him completely. He cried out, the sensation unlike anything he’d ever felt before, a mix of pain and pleasure that had him seeing stars.

Mrs. Carter began to move, her hips rocking in a rhythm that was both slow and deliberate, allowing him to adjust to the new sensation. As she picked up the pace, he found himself matching her movements, his body instinctively knowing what to do.

Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, the sounds of their moans and skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. It was an erotic dance that seemed to go on forever, each thrust pushing him closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

And when he finally came, it was with a roar, his orgasm ripping through him like a storm, leaving him boneless and panting beneath her. Mrs. Carter leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest, and kissed him deeply, her own orgasm following shortly after.

As the weeks passed, the “training” sessions with Mrs. Carter became a regular part of Gary’s leave. Each night brought new adventures, her creativity in the bedroom seemingly endless. She taught him about submission and dominance, pushing his boundaries and expanding his sexual horizons in a way he never thought possible. The woman who had once been his neighbor had transformed into a fiery seductress, her every move calculated to drive him wild.

One evening, she had him dressed in his Air Force uniform again, but this time she had a surprise. “I want you to fuck me like the soldier you are,” she instructed, her voice filled with excitement. “Take control, Airman.”

The power shift was exhilarating, and he didn’t need any further encouragement. He grabbed her roughly by the hips, pulling her onto his cock, which was already standing at attention. She gasped as he filled her, her eyes glazed with desire. He fucked her hard, her walls tightening around him with every thrust. She moaned his name, begging for more, her nails digging into his shoulders.

Their passion was unbridled, a tempest of need and desire that swirled around them. Mrs. Carter’s body responded to his every command, her orgasms a symphony of pleasure that played out across her face. And when he finally came, it was with a shout that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house.

Afterwards, they lay tangled in the sheets, their bodies slick with sweat. “You’re a natural,” she murmured, a hint of pride in her voice. “But there’s one more lesson I want to teach you.”

Her hand slid down to his cock, already beginning to harden again. “I want you to watch me,” she said, her voice a seductive whisper. “Watch me touch myself, and tell me what you want to do to me.”

Gary’s eyes widened at the thought, his cock growing even harder at the idea. Mrs. Carter sat up, her breasts bouncing slightly with the movement. She reached down, her hand disappearing beneath the fabric of her panties. Her eyes never left his as she began to pleasure herself, her breaths growing ragged.

“Tell me, Airman,” she panted. “What do you want to do to me?”

Gary could hardly form coherent thoughts, his mind a whirlwind of lust. “I want to taste you,” he managed, his voice gruff with need.

Mrs. Carter smirked, sliding her panties to the side to reveal her glistening pussy. She began to rub her clit in slow, deliberate circles, her eyes never leaving his. “Then come here and do it,” she demanded.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He moved between her legs, his tongue flicking out to taste her sweetness. She moaned, her hips bucking against his face. The scent of her arousal filled the room, making his cock throb even more.

Her moans grew louder, her body tensing as she approached climax. And when she finally came, it was with a cry that was part pleasure, part release. She collapsed back onto the bed, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

“Good boy,” she whispered, her hand stroking his hair. “You’ve learned so much.”

Gary couldn’t argue with that. Each night with Mrs. Carter was a revelation, a lesson in lust that left him craving more. And as his leave drew to a close, he knew he’d never forget the “training” she’d given him. It was a secret they’d share, a bond formed in the heat of passion that would last a lifetime.

But tonight was different. Tonight, Mrs. Carter had something special in mind. “Gary, come here,” she called from the bed, her voice a siren’s call that he couldn’t resist. He walked over, his cock already swelling at the sight of her sprawled out on the red satin sheets, her body a canvas of desire.

“Tonight, I want you to do something for me,” she began, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Something that’s always driven me wild.”

Gary felt a thrill of anticipation run through him. He was ready for anything she had in store. “What is it, Mrs. Carter?”

“I want you to suck my toes,” she said, her voice low and demanding. “I’ve had this fantasy for so long, and I know you’re the one to make it come true.”

He felt a rush of excitement at the request, his cock twitching at the thought of indulging in something so intimate and taboo. He knelt at the foot of the bed, his eyes level with her feet. She slid a stocking down one leg, revealing a perfectly pedicured toe. “Go on,” she urged, her voice filled with need.

Gary leaned in, taking one of her toes into his mouth. He could feel her tremble as he sucked and licked, his tongue dancing over her soft skin. Mrs. Carter let out a low moan, her hand reaching down to stroke his hair. “Just like that,” she murmured, her voice a sweet symphony of pleasure.

Her other foot joined the first, and he took turns worshiping each toe, feeling her tension build with every suckle. Her legs parted slightly, giving him a tantalizing view of her wet, hairy pussy, but he knew better than to stray from his task. Mrs. Carter’s pleasure was his sole focus, and he was determined to give her what she craved.

As he worked his way up her foot, his hand slid up her calf, feeling the smoothness of her skin. His thumb found the sensitive spot behind her knee, and she jerked, her breath hitching. “That feels so good,” she whispered, her voice a purr.

Encouraged, he continued, his hand moving higher up her thigh. He could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. But he remained focused on her toes, giving each one the attention it deserved.

“Now, your turn,” Mrs. Carter said, her voice thick with need. “I want you to lie down.”

He complied, his heart racing as she climbed off the bed. She pulled out a bottle of oil from her dresser, the liquid shimmering in the candlelight. “I’m going to massage your feet,” she said, her eyes never leaving his. “But remember, this is still part of your training.”

Her hands were gentle but firm as she began to work his feet, her thumbs pressing into the arches and her fingers tracing along the soles. It was a sensation unlike any he’d ever felt, one that had him squirming with pleasure. He could feel his cock growing harder with every touch, his body begging for release.

“Does that feel good?” she asked, her voice a sultry purr.

“Yes, Mrs. Carter,” he moaned, his eyes squeezed shut.

“Mrs. Carter,” she repeated, her tone stern. “Remember, this is about my pleasure too.”

Gary nodded, his eyes snapping open. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Carter.”

“That’s better,” she said with a smile. “Now, tell me how much you enjoyed sucking my toes.”

“I…I loved it,” he admitted, his voice filled with a mix of embarrassment and desire.

Mrs. Carter leaned in, her breasts brushing against his leg. “And how much do you want to taste my pussy?”

“More than anything,” he confessed, his voice hoarse.

“Good boy,” she murmured, her hand sliding down his leg to caress his cock. “Because I’ve been thinking about your mouth on me all day.”

With that, she straddled his face, her pussy hovering just above his mouth. “Lick me,” she ordered, her voice commanding and seductive. “Lick my asshole, Airman.”

Gary hesitated for a moment, his mind racing with the implications of what she was asking. But the desire in her voice was undeniable, and his body responded in kind. He slid his tongue out, tentatively touching her anus. Mrs. Carter moaned in pleasure, pushing down slightly to give him better access.

Her scent was intoxicating, a musky perfume that filled his nostrils and sent a shockwave of lust through his body. He began to lick her in earnest, his tongue circling her tight hole, feeling the softness of her skin give way to the firmness of her muscles. Her hips rocked slightly, guiding him in a rhythm that grew more urgent with every passing moment.

“That’s it,” she breathed, her hands gripping the bedframe. “Just like that.”

The sensation was new and exhilarating, a taboo act that somehow seemed so natural in the throes of their passion. He could feel her body tense, her breathing growing ragged as he explored her with his mouth. And when she came, it was with a shout that seemed to shake the very walls of the room, her juices coating his face and chin.

Mrs. Carter slid off of him, panting heavily. “You’ve learned so quickly,” she praised, her eyes shining with excitement. “But we’re not done yet.”

Before he could catch his breath, she grabbed a bottle of lube and squeezed a generous amount onto her fingers. She slid one into his ass, her eyes watching him intently for any sign of discomfort. “Relax,” she cooed, her voice soothing as she began to massage his prostate.

Gary’s body responded immediately, his cock growing even harder at the sensation. She worked him open, adding another finger and then another, stretching him until he was begging for more. “Please,” he gasped, his eyes squeezed shut.

“Please what?” she asked, her tone playful.

“Please fuck me, Mrs. Carter,” he moaned, the words spilling out of his mouth before he could even think.

“With pleasure,” she said, her voice thick with desire.

He felt the tip of the strap-on at his entrance, and then she was pushing inside him. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that had him crying out. She went slow at first, giving him time to adjust, but soon she was pumping into him with a fervor that left him breathless.

Her hand found his cock, stroking him in time with her thrusts. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a crescendo building inside of him. “Cum for me,” she urged, her voice a whisper in the darkness. “Let me feel you come apart.”

And he did. With a shout, he spurted his load onto his stomach, the intensity of his orgasm making his whole body shake. Mrs. Carter followed suit, her own climax crashing over her as she buried the strap-on deep inside him.

They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, the only sounds their ragged breaths. “You’re a natural,” she murmured, her lips against his ear. “I knew you had it in you.”

The rest of the night was a blur of passion, their bodies moving together in a dance that seemed to have no end. Each touch, each kiss, each thrust brought them closer to the edge, only to pull back and start again. It was a game of cat and mouse, a delicious torment that had them both panting for more.

And as the sun began to rise, painting the room in shades of pink and gold, they collapsed into each other’s arms, spent and satisfied. Mrs. Carter’s training had been more than he could have ever imagined, a sexual odyssey that had changed him forever.

But even as the afterglow of their passion began to fade, he knew that this was only the beginning. There was so much more to explore, so many more lessons to learn from the woman who had become both his mentor and his lover. And he was eager to see where their nightly sessions would take them next.

Mrs. Carter must have sensed his thoughts because she leaned up on her elbow, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “I think it’s time for your final exam,” she said, her eyes glinting with mischief.

Gary’s cock twitched at the words, already eager to rise to the occasion. “What’s that?” he asked, his voice still thick with lust.

“I want you to fuck me in the ass,” she told him, her voice a low growl. “And I want you to cum deep inside me.”

The request was shocking, but it only served to fuel his desire. He’d never been with a woman who was so open and demanding about her needs. He nodded, his heart racing as she reached for the lube, squeezing a generous amount into her hand.

Her fingers slid down his body, coating his cock with the cool, slick liquid. He watched in amazement as she began to massage the lube into her own anus, her eyes never leaving his. “You’re going to make me cum,” she whispered, her voice filled with urgency. “And I want it to be the best one yet.”

The anticipation was almost too much to bear, but he took a deep breath, willing his body to obey. He positioned himself behind her, his cock poised at her entrance. She arched her back, her pussy glistening with arousal. “Do it,” she urged, her voice trembling.

Slowly, oh so slowly, he pushed into her, feeling her tight muscles give way to his thick length. Mrs. Carter’s moans grew louder with every inch, her body shaking with the intensity of the sensation. “Oh God, yes,” she panted, her voice a desperate plea.

He began to move, his hips sliding in and out of her ass with a steady rhythm that had them both groaning in pleasure. The feeling was indescribable, the tightness of her grip on his cock sending waves of ecstasy through his body.

Mrs. Carter’s hand found her clit, her fingers working it in a frenzy. “Cum inside me,” she begged, her voice high and needy. “I want to feel you fill me up.”

With a growl of his own, he drove into her, his body moving on instinct. He could feel her orgasm building, the walls of her ass tightening around him. And when it finally hit, she screamed his name, her body convulsing with pleasure.

The sound of her release was all it took for him to lose control. With one final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself inside her, feeling her warmth envelop his cock. Mrs. Carter collapsed onto the bed, her body limp with satisfaction.

They lay there for a moment, their breaths mingling in the air, their hearts pounding in unison. “You did so well, Airman,” she murmured, her voice filled with pride. “You passed with flying colors.”

Gary couldn’t help but smile at her praise. He’d never felt so alive, so free in his entire life. And as he looked into her eyes, he knew that he’d never forget the “training” she’d given him. It was a gift that would stay with him, a secret they shared that bound them together in a way he never thought possible.

Mrs. Carter leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a kiss that was both tender and possessive. “Our little secret,” she whispered against his mouth.

He nodded, his heart racing. “Always, Mrs. Carter.”

But as much as he wanted to stay, he knew he couldn’t. His leave was almost over, and he had a new assignment waiting for him in Germany. He reluctantly pulled away, dressing in the clothes she’d laid out for him. The scent of their passion still clung to them, a silent reminder of the night they’d just shared.

As he walked out of her house, the cool night air was a stark contrast to the heat of her embrace. He felt a pang of regret, but it was quickly overshadowed by the excitement of what was to come. His military career was just beginning, and he had a feeling that the lessons he’d learned from Mrs. Carter would serve him well in the future.

In the months that followed, the memories of their encounters fueled his fantasies, keeping him company during long nights in his barracks. The sound of her voice, the feel of her body, the taste of her skin – it was all burned into his mind. And every time he closed his eyes, he could almost feel her hands on him, guiding him to new heights of pleasure.

When he finally boarded the plane to Germany, his heart was heavy with anticipation. The base was a whirlwind of activity, and he was soon swept up in the routine of his new life. But amidst the chaos, he found moments to think of her, to wonder if she was thinking of him too.

And when he finally had a chance to call her from his new base, her voice on the other end of the line was like a balm to his soul. “How’s the new Airman holding up?” she asked, her tone filled with warmth.

“Missing my trainer,” he replied, his voice thick with longing.

Mrs. Carter laughed, the sound sending a shiver down his spine. “I’m always here for you, Gary. Just remember your training, and you’ll do just fine.”

He hung up the phone, a smile playing on his lips. And as he lay in his bunk, surrounded by his new comrades, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. The world was wide open, and he had a secret weapon that no one else knew about. Mrs. Carter had taught him the art of pleasure, and he was ready to take on whatever the Air Force threw his way.

The next day, as he reported for duty, he felt a new sense of confidence. He was no longer just an Airman – he was Mrs. Carter’s Airman, and that meant something. He walked with a swagger in his step, his eyes scanning the horizon, ready for whatever adventures awaited him.

And as he stepped into the unknown, he knew that no matter where his journey took him, a part of him would always belong to her. The woman who had taught him the true meaning of desire, who had shown him the darkest, most thrilling corners of his own soul.

Their story was far from over, but for now, he had his orders. And as he disappeared into the chaos of his first assignment, he couldn’t help but wonder what other “training” sessions lay ahead for him in the future.

The months dragged on, but with every leave that brought him back home, Mrs. Carter was there, eager to continue his “Thank Him For His Service.” Each time, she’d greet him with a knowing smile, her eyes dark with desire. And every night, she’d take him to new heights of pleasure, pushing him to his limits and beyond.

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