Kitchen Pass

I had kept in touch with an old acquaintance from the United States Marine Corps. Sonya was a Woman Marine (WM), and she was a creamy, milk-chocolate black woman. She had an erotic oriental look to her, and I suppose that was because of her mother. Her father was a Marine as well, and had met Sonya’s mother while stationed at Camp Hansen in Okinawa, Japan. Sonya and I had reconnected through a website called, Together We Served. She found me, and now the modern age of e-mail has made it easier to keep in touch. Actually it relieved us all of the excuses. Sonya was moving from Santa Ana, California to Chicago, Illinois, in pursuit of a hospital administrator job. Lincoln, Nebraska was not too far out of the way to stop for a visit. She had given me a couple of weeks notice so I could plan a decent alibi and get a kitchen pass.

It turned out that Sonya would be coming through on a Friday evening. I was already in town with a bowling league, so the person I would have to get a pass from was G-Rad, my bowling team captain. That was much easier, because I could tell him the truth in its entirety.

I must admit here that I was a little scared. Sonya’s objective was to wear me out, and fuck me until I passed out. Time would be a factor. If I were to let her try to achieve her goal, I might have to call in sick Saturday.

Sonya ordered me to lie on the bed. I left the Marines as a Lance Corporal, and she, a Corporal, so I felt obligated, and mostly willing to comply. I sprawled out there with incredible anticipation. She peeled off the top half of her Tampa Bay Buccaneers Cheerleader costume, and then the skirt slid off to the floor. Time had been good to her; she still had those track-star legs. The navy-blue thong left very little to my imagination. If she had any hair, it was not exposed yet.

She crawled across the large, king-size bed from the end closest to my head. After giving me a deep kiss, she continued crawling down my body, caressing her heaving breasts across my mouth, lingering there just a moment, and then dragging them down my torso, massaging my groin with her mouth. Then it began. The suction was light at first. The head was gentle, like she wanted it to last. I quickly removed her thong. There was not even a glimpse of stubble surrounding her pussy. She must have had some laser hair removal or something, because she was so smooth. She let me look at it for a few moments first, and then she gently slid her knees further apart, lowering her cooze on my face. It felt like she was trying to push my head through the bed. Christ this would be fun! I hope she sits on my face for a few hours first. Maybe I should check the picture on my driver’s license.

“You don’t know that shit off the top of your head?” “I don’t waste hard-drive space on shit I can look up.”