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 Unexpected Happily Ever After (MF) Another story by Aden East

   (C) 2008

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   She stood at the dock, surrounded by hundreds of other girlfriends,
wives and families, wondering if they were all as scared as she was.  She
trembled, her palms were clammy and her stomach had a knot in it so big,
she wondered how she kept from being sick.  Not that she had anything to
throw up, as she hadn't eaten in nearly a week.

   The ship docked and she stood there in awe.  This huge piece of metal
and machinery had been his home for months now.  On the deck of the ship,
sailors of all shapes and sizes stood in their white uniforms, waving to
various family members and sweethearts.  She scanned the crowd looking for
him, but didn't see his familiar face anywhere.  As the sailors began to
leave she ship, sea bags in tote, she watched, looking at every face,
hoping to see the man she had missed so desperately in this past year. 
Minutes flew by, sailor after sailor being reunited with family and
friends, getting into cars and being driven home, and still she stood there
alone and waited.  At last, when almost all of the sailors and crew had
left the ship, she sat down on a nearby bench, lonely and forgotten as
everyone left.

   Just as the tears were about to spill over, a shadow blocked the sun
from her view, and, wiping her eyes, she looked up to see him.  He offered
no smile, but stood and looked at her face.  She had changed.  She was
slimmer, and her eyes had lost that sparkle they had when last he had seen
her.  She cried openly now, all welcoming words for his homecoming lost in
a sea of grief, loneliness and pain.  He let her cry the tears he knew she
had been holding in for some time now.

   His own heart filled with tears, he sat down beside her and took her
into his arms, kissing her cheeks, her forehead, hair and eyes.  He told
her she was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen, that even the
tropical islands he saw in the past year didn't compare to her face, nor
did any rare flower, afternoon rainbow or turquoise sea.  He told her how
he had missed her, and how he couldn't bring himself to contact her because
he missed her so that he thought he would die if he let himself think of
her.  They sat there as the sun set, holding each other, talking of the
things that had happened since he left, talking of the things they had to
do and the time they would spend together now.

   When they left, it was hand in hand.  She drove him home in silence, no
words adequate enough to express the feelings between them.  Once they were
home she cooked him a tasty supper, and after he had eaten his fill he
retreated to the bathroom for a long, hot shower.  As she opened the
bathroom door steam poured out, and she could barely see as she stepped
into the little room.  Quietly her clothes fell to the floor and as she
stepped into the shower behind him he turned with a grin.  "Couldn't wait
to see me naked, huh?" "Well, I thought you might like a little help
scrubbing your back."

   He handed her the sponge and she squirted a liberal dollop of soap on
it. Starting at his shoulders she washed his back, the white foamy suds
slipping down his body, over his taut muscles.  Her fingers danced along
his tan lines as she bent low to wash his legs.  With an overly innocent
smile she gave him a firm smack on the behind, followed by a chipper "Time
for the front!" More than willing to oblige that request, he turned,
letting the hot spray wash away the soap on his back while she started
soaping up his chest.  Pretending not to notice his arousal she washed his
chest and arms, down to his stomach, then conviniently skipped down to his
lower legs.  "Tsk tsk.  You missed a spot, dear." "I did?  Ooops."

   Kneeling infront of him she grinned, gliding the soapy sponge over his
thighs and lower abdomen.  Her eyes twinkled a little as she watched the
suds drip down over his smooth, tanned skin.  Dropping the sponge, she
wrapped her hand around his hard cock, stroking him slowly and listening to
his breathing grow heavier.  After a few moments she rinsed him clean, then
wrapped her lips around the head of his member.  His hands tangled into her
wet hair as she sucked on him, every muscle in his body tensing.  Her lips
vibrated around him slightly as she moaned, and his hands pushed her hot
mouth onto his throbbing cock, guiding her into the rhythm he liked so
well. Her eyes were glued to his face as he groaned loudly, cumming down
her throat.

   She smiled and stood, turning off the water, then stepped out and handed
him a towel before drying herself off.  On her way back to the bedroom to
get dressed he grabbed her from behind, turning her into his arms and
kissing her passionately.  The kiss was full of hope and happiness, but
quickly turned hot and demanding, stealing her breath and making her knees
go weak.  Pulling her into the bedroom, he pulled the towel from her,
tossing it aside as she tumbled to the bed.  He kissed all over her body,
falling in love again with her and the smell of her soft skin.  His lips
rained kisses all over her shoulders and chest, stomach and hips.  Unable
to keep still, she squirmed beneath his attentions, small fires burning
under her skin.  His hands were everywhere, touching and teasing, arousing
goosebumps on her arms and wetness between her thighs.  "Please...  I..."
"Yes, sweetie?" "I can't...  you...  oh!"

   His grin was wicked as a fingertip slid up and down her inner thigh,
open mouthed kisses moving down her belly.  Still squirming, her skin was
flushed, and she was sure she'd just explode if he didn't stop touching
her, positive she'd die if he did.  His hands moved to the backs of her
knees, tickling her and opening her legs as he pulled her closer to the
edge of the bed.  As if in slow motion his mouth descended on her, his warm
wet tongue slipping between the soft folds of her pussy.  She gasped for
air like a woman drowning, her hands latching onto his shoulders.  His
"mmmm" of appreciation reverberated through her like a thousand church
bells, his mouth worshiping her like she were a pagan goddess of sexuality.


   No longer able to see, hear or smell, all she could do was feel him
between her thighs, his hot mouth covering her clit, gently sucking as his
tongue flicked over her with devilish delight.  Her whole existance
narrowed down to her craving for him, she started begging incoherently. 
With one last flick of the tongue he moved up, covering her body with his,
his hips nestled between her legs.  She could feel his hard manhood resting
against her pussy.  "Please, oh god, I need you inside of me!"

   He spread her open with his fingers, and moved the head of his cock up
and down against her slit, teasing her as her juices spilled over. 
Wiggling her hips, she tried to position herself so he would enter her, but
instead he gently spanked her clit.  She twitched almost violently,
whimpering with need as again he teased her.  Finally, wrapping her legs
around his waist she thrust herself onto his cock, still only managing to
get the head inside before he pulled back.  "Does my baby want it?" "YES!
Please, I want it soooo bad!"

   With one hand on her stomach, holding her down firmly, he slowly guided
his cock into her.  She tried to rise to meet him, wanting his full length
all at once, but he would have none of that.  The seconds ticked by before
he moved again and she nearly cried as, after only a fraction of an inch he
pulled back again.  Over and over he'd inch forward, only to retreat for a
moment.  She tried grabbing his hips, but he only pinned her wrists above
her head, using his weight to hold her down as he penetrated her
excrutiatingly slowly.  When finally he slid completely into her, he held
himself there for the longest time, his body pressed full length against
her, filling her with his hard manhood.  He released her wrists, kissing
her deeply as he slowly started moving against her, caressing her insides
with his hot cock.  She pulled her legs back, taking him deeper and moaning
as he thrust in and out of her dripping wet pussy.  Gradually he increased
his pace, moving faster and harder each time he slid home.  Wrapping her
legs around his waist, she pulled his face to hers, kissing him with all
the pent up frustration she'd gathered over the past year.  He slid his
hand under her head and into her hair, moving his tongue against hers as
his hips ground his cock into her pussy.  Her moaning became frantic, stars
exploding behind her eyes as he drove her toward the edge.

   With his hands on her hips he thrust into her, and she screamed his
name, her pussy convulsing around him like molten hot silk, squeezing his
cock as her hips bucked up to take more of him inside of her.  Falling on
top of her with a roar, he shuddered, emptying himself deep inside her
body, holding her as close as possible while they shook with the force of
their release.  Brushing her hair away from her face, he kissed her
tenderly, moving behind her without leaving her body.

   They slept in the spoon position, him inside of her, and woke many times
during the night to make love.  Each time was different, a new experience-
something to be remembered and treasured.  The next morning, after she had
cooked him breakfast, after they made love on the kitchen floor, they got
dressed and went shopping for her ring.  Today was the beginning of their
happily ever after.