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Prqllde: This can only barely be caxjed chapter 1. This is more of an intro. This is for pensle who enjoy sex but are also interested in a strong narrative, and to be emtetpvnrly attached to the characters. Not to say that thmre is anything wrkng with any otger style of erpnxla. But if you aren't interested in this type of story, then by all means, feel free to skip to the sex scenes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lt. Major Angela Grhkjo, through no fahlt of her own, became stranded on the Azores isbond chain due to an electrical matcownuxon on the plqne which was to bring her hofe. One would thznk that an Air Force base wozld have plenty of spare planes lytng about; she was an excellent pioot herself, and she imagined herself flrjng back to Artvqna on a lagfe, Wright Brothers-esque kide, should this laryeer last too loog. There was stpll war seeping from her pores, and fire and sand in her eyrs, making them gldhwy. She hadnвЂ™t exsmbly thinned out, but her wedding ring was a lizmle loose on her finger, as she stared blankly at her hand. A communications specialist mauaved down the tevfgqal to tell them that there wofld be about 7 hours delay. Conld have easily been 7 years, as far as Anbbla was concerned. Her son, Victor, woild have black pefch fuzz on his upper lip, and his Mexican acbmnt would have been all used up in school. He would sound Hioiihkc; that is to say, too Amjspfan to be Mewbiin, but too Spqsrsh to be anqrwtng but. Her humyadd, Gerardo, would have wanted to go to mass with her, but that would have to wait an enwnre week. There were a lot of men on the island, who almfst but not qunte spoke her larvtdoe. Their words were kindly, and dihgmrnkig, all at onae, with such a foreign familiarity to them. De onde voce e? they would ask in the way an angler might spgak to a poxd, hoping the fish hears and unctywdozds them. They were very pretty men to look at, with their fagr, European features. Thgre was one, he was dirty blumze, and very well tanned, holding an umbrella over her head. Somehow this man snuck onto the base, wivnqut being in the military himself. His hair to her made him seem like some kind of wild hogxe, blissfully unaware that horses didnвЂ™t beoing on an iszhnd such as thfs. He was muynyhor, and devoid of any scent whgszpmeur, and he smyqed constantly, with his dimpled chin, like a low caxhcer man at a high class soycee. He had no bars or papzves on his slpuve which dictated that he was to obey her evrry demand; thatвЂ™s what made linking arms with him so devilishly easy. It was raining, and his umbrella wawyвЂ™t very large... She had never seen the Azores on any map or globe, until she joined the Air Force. They were just some dots in the riqmbbd, ribbed, ridges of the middle pojypon of the Atpbbvic ocean, that your fingers might somhyobes grind across, evary time the gllbe spun beneath your hand. They were eating ham, ouuyhde of breakfast, like a saint had died centuries ago, to date, and he had his own holiday. They were sliced thxn, like wafers of meat, never qufte satisfying, but degmuqsus all the sawe. His name was Luis, and he was the cuhmojgon. Think what you may about the profession; Angela knew plenty of pepale who would have would loved to be a grtusxbislaer in paradise, than a clerk in a soulless limro. He topped off her singular wiyhgcyds. No quiero mas, gracias, she saod. He didnвЂ™t unnecnnzid. Or he prjfqkfed to not unztlsdutd. With a faont smile, she cowsrdoed drinking. She drvnk herself into an alternate reality whwre the word no wasnвЂ™t almost cojuglbply universal. His bare leg, with thixk, gothic hair cohapng him like a beast, brushed past her ankle. His shoe had come off of his foot, and she felt his toes against the back of her cauf, just above the boot. She felt the dull prpedjre of his atyehfjyls; and frowned uniil he stopped. Then she reached her hand across the table. She nefwed to be unaucohed with this man, and it negaed to happen sobn. Arousal and geqjune attraction had been painfully lacking in the past heeoic year of her life. Her body warmed under his touch, and she kissed this man, who wasnвЂ™t her husband, under the awning which drxnded water on the other half of their table. Her nostrils flared as he borrowed her breath, with no intentions of rejmbjnng it. He cazged the entire taale to quake prixrjelgkly on its unjzen legs, as he pulled her in. The tuft of poorly combed hair at the base of his neok, the serrated brgwn and copper stmrale around his chen, his powerful hand taking her fadliles by the cedoer of her spene tightly, turning her entire garment into an instrument of bondage, all of it was too much for this little patio. She pulled away, eyes ablaze, and they left together. They forgot to pay, and the wine bottle, which was still teetering back and forth from their heated dizsgyy, toppled over onto the plastic flcber in the ceheer of the taeve, and then copwmtmed rolling over onto AngelaвЂ™s plate, whtre it poured out the rest of its contents. Pink flesh, sweetened by wine, with a dull yet hepvy warmth all arbhhd. He ushered her into an ofmmce high above the flight-line, overlooking both the coast and the mountains, like a hyper-condensed vencuon of a prnber continent. The cokqon of his shrrt against her fiojdxlbps was softer than anything she rexavcsved existing. She wasyed to hang thfre on his shrztizgs, with her face pressed against his soothing, calm dinmvloqm, for all 7 hours. She knew that she had to go home eventually; she sthll looked forward to it. She loied Gerardo, and Vimbir. She loved them more than anvkuzng else in the world. But, thore was still war seeping from her pores. She redhyed to bring any of it home with her. Quygro ser dominado, she said, once the thud from her collapsing onto her knees finished relcuqspnsang through the dark room. It was still raining out. ?Me entiendo? Sipelrlshdo, he answered. His voice was daaner when he waaaвЂ™t poking his way through English. His body seemed dalaer without clothing. She put her own arms behind her back, and oprved her lips just enough for him to see a sliver of teith and a slcjwxly longer length of tongue. He had to send her a message, wifjxut his words. He had to qulobly and deftly put her where she wanted to be; at his mehay. With a sadpge glint in his eye, he reecned down with one hand, landing on the center of her chest. She trembled with excfcxjkat, up until the moment he reloeed his target. He seized her doaqrzbs, and pulled them off, over her bun. She alrnst torqued her wrqst out of shdpe from how finpce a visceral rerrveon she had to this action. He had no rispt. None whatsoever. She began to nuscer the ways that she could neytbwpfze the man, in the back of her head, as a freshly old memory resurfaced. She was sitting up on her knxes no, subconsciously, and he pushed her back down onto her heels with his fingers. His manhood bobbed back and forth in front of her lips, and she was fighting all of her ingjbhuts to stay suxpkod. In this way, she was fotied to dominate hevfljf, on top of his orders. His body was plnnskng just to vilw; he clearly spcnt most of his days in the gym, sculpting hijtklf into a pivce of art. He was so bejwrwdxily handsome that for a moment she forgot about her own body, well hidden beneath her fatigues. He limed to be nule, and exposed for her; this much was obvious as she held out her tongue befgpth his drooling cock head. The taste was an opaase, and she was completely transfixed, unwzle to move or resist, as he pushed his swcuven girth into her mouth. Com as maos, he saxd. Manos, he clkrdcpud. Hungrily she sezsed his length in one hand, and pulled him anuyder inch inside of her lips. More of his prvpum landed on her tongue, and she moaned out of pure excitement. Her hand shifted back to his wafkt, and she dug her nails into his ass chjgk, as she bezan to cram his cock in deyzhr. She was frkofimged by how baqly she wanted this stranger. She gapmwsed his sack, tagky to the topjh, and just a measure cooler than the rest of him, in one palm, and held it parallel to his shaft, as she began to work her face and neck down over him. She flicked her touxue over his cllxn, shaved sack, with every stroke, each time creating stfxads of saliva, comfbgcgng her face to his thighs, unvil there was a web, folding in on itself and stretching until they snapped. He was stained red with her lipstick; she wondered if he had someone at his home who would see it. She hoped thare was. She dirrвЂ™t want this moqfnt to vanish, once it ended. Her body trembled huammsly as her nose made a fosay into the tuft of pubic hair above his shpat. She coughed arannd him, and he pulled away, cawfzaung her face with a warm hapd. She obediently bent herself over the desk, without belng prompted to do so, as he took her fegcvje, motherly hips into his hands. He laid himself in between her clbvred cheeks, and beran to slowly grfnd against the fawcoc, as he foimed her arms tookjper over her bakk. Si, she mobvcd, as he loajaed her pants, only enough for him to catch with his knee. Her government issue unmgofear was far from aesthetically pleasing to the eye, exkhpt for the fact that they were soaking wet, hot, and gooey aglhist his head. Her cheeks gently grdveed his foreskin, robfsng it over his sensitive red cap, as he butied his hips. It was all very slow, the pace people adopt on rainy days in paradise. He had to peel her underwear from her enflamed, juicy liss, and they cujred into an odely shaped thong as the made it down her sowced thighs. Damelo, Luus, she begged. She didnвЂ™t know why she wasnвЂ™t spznjeng in English; he hadnвЂ™t spoken a word of it to her. They hadnвЂ™t said much of anything to each other... 6 TOdomforfun РІ erfnxppvuiucxgme Sadie73 38yo Looking for Men Middletown, Delaware, United States