I stood in the middle of a sweet smelling fog on the dance floor. Lights were twirling around my body and the pulse of the music was moving up my legs. Our eyes danced across the floor to the edge of the shiny wood. There was that moment we all wonder if it will ever happen, fireworks. I walked off the floor to my seat, he walked up in his flight suit, Navy issued, and introduced himself in a most southern Texan way. I was drawn by not only his drawl; but his build, smile, laugh. We shared a few moments and then he was gone. As I giggled with my friends of what ifs and what nots, I was left wondering................ It was at that point I decided to move on, to the ladies room. As I pushed the door open, I felt an extra SWOOSH of it behind me. I turned in a curious way and realized He had followed. Not a word was said, only action. Action to the point of a quick, deep thrusting tongue down my throat, my hair gently curled around his fingers, the steady walk of my legs backwards to the stall. The next moments almost a blur in my head. Hands, Lips, Teeth. Kissing, Ripping of buttons, the sound of a zipper, then Passionate thrusting. A thrusting I had never felt, I wetness I had never felt, a Climax I had never felt. Completeness. He then flew out of my life. I was left wondering..............
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