Tom Landsworthy USMC
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A Handy Surprise At The USMC Ball free porn video
I've attended the ball numerous times – sometimes while on active duty, at times with dates, at times with friends – but today it is with someone special. Today, November 10th, is the 240th Birthday of the United States Marine Corps (USMC), and I am anxious.
I've been planning this for weeks, and two days ago I visited my favorite spa at Nordstrom in preparations for today. I had a full body depilation and a body wrap as well. This morning I returned for a French manicure/pedicure and deep tissue massage. And while there, my mind ran a million scenarios as to what would happen tonight. You see, we have now dated for two months, and I know after tonight things will change.
I've decided to wear my waist length layered hair straight and loose. I feel this will help me cover a little of my back giving me a little more courage to wear my black satin halter top dress. Accentuating this are my replica of Jacqueline Kennedy's legendary triple strand faux pearl necklace, faux pearl drop earrings, and black satin gloves. My make-up is well placed and lipstick bright red – my signature color. Last but not least, Channel #5 misted lightly and dabbed in behind my ears and on my wrists before I slip on my satin gloves.
I start my descent to the ground floor, 4-inch open toe heels, on my hands along with my purse. When I reach the bottom step, I hear a knock at the door and smile. I slip on my shoes while walking to the door, stopping at a large decorative full-length mirror in the front door hallway. I look and straighten out my dress, and nervously think, here goes.
As I open the door, I feel my heart stop, my breath short: Jacobi, in Navy dinner dress blues. Jacobi is a US Navy hospital corpsman working green side (with Marines). And before I can speak:
"Wow, darling you look fabulous!" he exclaims while smiling broadly at me, "Shall we go?" he asks as he offers me his arm as an escort to the car.
I lock my front door, then slip my arm under his as he escorts me to his waiting vehicle. The drive is short and our conversation easy, as always. Before we realize it, the lights of the valet and lobby of the Spring Hill Suits Hotel in Ocean Side, CA are shining brightly, welcoming us all.
Once inside we scurry to the ballroom. I hold on tightly to Jacobi's arm, my heart races as the memories flood in. First, a replica of the front of Tun Tavern, the birthplace of the USMC. To one side is the POW/MIA table covered with a white tablecloth: a pinch of salt, a lemon wedge – both on the bread plate – the red rose, a four course meal placing, all very dear to my heart.
"Are you okay, darling?" he whispers near my ear.
I turn to him with a soft smile, "Yes, my love."
The evening and all its celebrations continue, and my heart is in a bittersweet mood. Jacobi guides me to the dance floor, his hands caressing my bare back under my hair, and he whispers the sweetest of words.
What he is unaware of, as we've dated for a few months now and have yet to be intimate, is that my back is one of my most erogenous zones. We have planned this night for a few weeks, to spend it together without expectations. I am almost certain he is just as nervous as me.
The evening comes to a close and hand in hand we enter the elevator to our suite. I cannot help but smile at him, as he pulls me tightly to him with one of his hands and with two fingers raises my chin, our eyes lock, and he leans down for a soft tender kiss.
"Are you sure you are okay with us here tonight?" he asks.
Reassuring him with a nod and a smile, I kiss him one more time as the soft chime of the elevators bell rings, announcing our destination. We look out into the hallway, smiling like young kids in love. Once in the suite he kisses me with all the hunger and desire he felt inside, and I respond with an equally matched fire.
"Let's go in, darling," he guides me in and to the balcony.
The fresh sea breeze is blowing in, making me feel a little chill. Jacobi turns around, his right hand pulling me to him from my waist and his left one on the nape of my neck pulling me close for the sweetest kiss. His hand continues as in the dance floor, caressing my back, my body reacts immediately, breathing becoming erratic, my heart feels as if it will burst out of my chest. My body is aware of my desire for him.
Jacobi starts moving us indoors and stops short of the bed.
"Are you sure of...?" he asks as I quiet him with a kiss.
As I kiss him, my fingers find the bow tie and say, "Trust me?"
Jacobi smiles at me. "With my life," he says.
I walk behind him, my mind is racing, wanting to rush everything, yet I also want to remember this forever in my mind. I slide his dinner dress blues jacket off, and as I start walking to a nearby chair, I see him beginning to unbutton his white impeccably ironed shirt.
"Please allow me," I say almost a whisper.
"Okay," he says with a grin.
I return and remove the black satin cummerbund, caressing his back, drawing a soft sigh. This reaction only seems to fuel me with the courage to continue. I walk around him touching his shoulders, and to the front of him. I lean in and kiss him softly, and he reaches for the bow at my neck, wanting to undress me as well.
"Please, my love, indulge me," I whisper and smile at him.
I can hear a little disappointment, but he nods. I place both hands on his shoulders sliding them to the buttons, which I find a bit difficult as I still have my satin gloves on. But one at a time the buttons come off, and my hands slide in slowly almost feeling his chest as I lean into inhale. A sigh as a citrus cream-like scent combined with musk infiltrates my senses, as both my hands slide the shirt off of his broad shoulders. Goodness, he is just so yummy, makes me snicker at my thoughts.
"What was that giggle for?" he asks.
I give him a smile, "Just enjoying your scent."
I continue, and my satin covered hands caress his forearms as his dress shirt come off, and I see him shivering just a little. I walk to the chair put the shirt and cummerbund neatly.
Once again I am in front of him. My hands at his belt loops are tugging at his white t-shirt, pulling it up and over his arms and head. Wow, I just know I am head over heels in love with him. I caress his now bare chest, a light patch of hair, nothing too overwhelming. I trace a few scars lightly and as he sighs. I kiss his neck.
"Gawd, sweetheart, you are driving me insane with your touch," as he shivers and groans.
I toss the t-shirt on the bed as I stand behind him. While kissing softly along his shoulder blades, my hands wrap around his abs, traveling down, finding his belt and undoing it, but never stopping my kisses on his back. My hands find the button undo it then proceed to lower slowly the zipper as I kiss the back of his neck. I feel his shudder and, not wanting to loose my newly found sense of strength, I slide my hands in, finding his undergarments, caressing over them and feeling how hard he is.
"Mm," whispering, "am I responsible for this?" As I grip and feel his hard manhood responding in my hands.
"Mhm yes, darling. Oh Gawd, I want to touch you!" Almost a hiss from his lips.
"All in good time."
I squat down removing his black shoes and black dress socks. As I stand, I caress his back softly, and I take the t-shirt, shoes and socks again neatly placed on the chair.
Slowly I turn, looking at him, taking in his 5'10" tall frame, his short hair, "You are a very handsome man."
With a smile he thanks me as I walk back to him. I kiss him softly as my hands caress his chest, holding his arms, feeling his muscles, and he groans. I walk around him, kissing his shoulder, arm and now his back, and my hands tease with one fingertip around the waist of his pants. Kissing his neck, I slide my index fingers and thumbs as I begin to remove his trousers and undergarment, as I squat he lifts his feet to take each pant leg off.
I stand. "On the bed, my love," as I walk to place the rest of his clothes on the chair.
I see him laying on the bed smiling and my thoughts race. Can I do this? Can I?
I take a step as I know for me there is no going back. I am at the foot of the bed looking at him as I undo my dress and let it slip completely off. My hair provides cover for my breasts, and the only things I am wearing are my satin panties, thigh high stockings, my gloves, and my pearls.
One knee on the bed as my hands caress his feet and I caress them softly thinking of the places, they have takes him, I crawl to him, between his legs. My hair is tracing the inner sides, as I sit Indian style.
"Close your eyes please," I ask in a low playful voice.
As he closes his eyes, I trace his inner thighs drawing a trembling moan, and I smile at this. I trace his penis on his abs, barely touching with my satin gloves.
"Gawd, baby," he barely says, moaning, "that feels so..."
"Enjoy the touch, my love, I want to know all of you," I say to him.
One hand slides down, four fingers under the scrotum and my thumb on the top side, caressing each of the testes, a soft massage, sliding smoothly between my satin covered fingertips. I am paying close attention to his reactions as he moves slightly, shifting his weight and opening his legs more. I release his hard cum-filled sac as I see precum seeping.
"Sweet love," I whisper as I lean in and blow softly at the opening of the tip of the head.
My left-hand slips under the elongated shaft, not gripping it yet. My right-hand closed and my index fingertip begins its travels, discovering every vein, every ridge, every knot on the way up, the largest vein stopping just under the head. I smile and caress there in circles, putting pressure. I see him gripping the bedspread, his eyes rolling back.
I unfasten my necklace and wrap the pearls at the base, my both hands grasp them and begin a slow stroke, the pearls massaging from the base to about two-thirds up the girth. My lips close to the tip, blowing softly but not touching him.
"Fuck, baby, you are going to make me cum," he says, almost growling at me.
My left hand continues the stroking while my right-hand massages the sac. "Let go, my love, let go."
His resolve to hold's now overtaken and his member quivers in my palm as I continue my determined play. His hands grip the bedspread, and his knuckles turn white, his feet curl, his breath is deep. I smile and tell him once again.
"Let go."
At this moment ropes of milky white semen come out with a force I had never imagined before.
I continue stroking him, slowly removing the pearls, my satin hands gliding effortlessly until the last of his orgasm subsides. I look around smiling, as I see him spent.
I stand, go to the bathroom and return with a warm washcloth cleaning some of the cum off of my chest, and then off of him.
I lay next to him, my head on his chest listening to his heartbeat, finding my peace. There and then I knew this was only the beginning....
I've been planning this for weeks, and two days ago I visited my favorite spa at Nordstrom in preparations for today. I had a full body depilation and a body wrap as well. This morning I returned for a French manicure/pedicure and deep tissue massage. And while there, my mind ran a million scenarios as to what would happen tonight. You see, we have now dated for two months, and I know after tonight things will change.
I've decided to wear my waist length layered hair straight and loose. I feel this will help me cover a little of my back giving me a little more courage to wear my black satin halter top dress. Accentuating this are my replica of Jacqueline Kennedy's legendary triple strand faux pearl necklace, faux pearl drop earrings, and black satin gloves. My make-up is well placed and lipstick bright red – my signature color. Last but not least, Channel #5 misted lightly and dabbed in behind my ears and on my wrists before I slip on my satin gloves.
I start my descent to the ground floor, 4-inch open toe heels, on my hands along with my purse. When I reach the bottom step, I hear a knock at the door and smile. I slip on my shoes while walking to the door, stopping at a large decorative full-length mirror in the front door hallway. I look and straighten out my dress, and nervously think, here goes.
As I open the door, I feel my heart stop, my breath short: Jacobi, in Navy dinner dress blues. Jacobi is a US Navy hospital corpsman working green side (with Marines). And before I can speak:
"Wow, darling you look fabulous!" he exclaims while smiling broadly at me, "Shall we go?" he asks as he offers me his arm as an escort to the car.
I lock my front door, then slip my arm under his as he escorts me to his waiting vehicle. The drive is short and our conversation easy, as always. Before we realize it, the lights of the valet and lobby of the Spring Hill Suits Hotel in Ocean Side, CA are shining brightly, welcoming us all.
Once inside we scurry to the ballroom. I hold on tightly to Jacobi's arm, my heart races as the memories flood in. First, a replica of the front of Tun Tavern, the birthplace of the USMC. To one side is the POW/MIA table covered with a white tablecloth: a pinch of salt, a lemon wedge – both on the bread plate – the red rose, a four course meal placing, all very dear to my heart.
"Are you okay, darling?" he whispers near my ear.
I turn to him with a soft smile, "Yes, my love."
The evening and all its celebrations continue, and my heart is in a bittersweet mood. Jacobi guides me to the dance floor, his hands caressing my bare back under my hair, and he whispers the sweetest of words.
What he is unaware of, as we've dated for a few months now and have yet to be intimate, is that my back is one of my most erogenous zones. We have planned this night for a few weeks, to spend it together without expectations. I am almost certain he is just as nervous as me.
The evening comes to a close and hand in hand we enter the elevator to our suite. I cannot help but smile at him, as he pulls me tightly to him with one of his hands and with two fingers raises my chin, our eyes lock, and he leans down for a soft tender kiss.
"Are you sure you are okay with us here tonight?" he asks.
Reassuring him with a nod and a smile, I kiss him one more time as the soft chime of the elevators bell rings, announcing our destination. We look out into the hallway, smiling like young kids in love. Once in the suite he kisses me with all the hunger and desire he felt inside, and I respond with an equally matched fire.
"Let's go in, darling," he guides me in and to the balcony.
The fresh sea breeze is blowing in, making me feel a little chill. Jacobi turns around, his right hand pulling me to him from my waist and his left one on the nape of my neck pulling me close for the sweetest kiss. His hand continues as in the dance floor, caressing my back, my body reacts immediately, breathing becoming erratic, my heart feels as if it will burst out of my chest. My body is aware of my desire for him.
Jacobi starts moving us indoors and stops short of the bed.
"Are you sure of...?" he asks as I quiet him with a kiss.
As I kiss him, my fingers find the bow tie and say, "Trust me?"
Jacobi smiles at me. "With my life," he says.
I walk behind him, my mind is racing, wanting to rush everything, yet I also want to remember this forever in my mind. I slide his dinner dress blues jacket off, and as I start walking to a nearby chair, I see him beginning to unbutton his white impeccably ironed shirt.
"Please allow me," I say almost a whisper.
"Okay," he says with a grin.
I return and remove the black satin cummerbund, caressing his back, drawing a soft sigh. This reaction only seems to fuel me with the courage to continue. I walk around him touching his shoulders, and to the front of him. I lean in and kiss him softly, and he reaches for the bow at my neck, wanting to undress me as well.
"Please, my love, indulge me," I whisper and smile at him.
I can hear a little disappointment, but he nods. I place both hands on his shoulders sliding them to the buttons, which I find a bit difficult as I still have my satin gloves on. But one at a time the buttons come off, and my hands slide in slowly almost feeling his chest as I lean into inhale. A sigh as a citrus cream-like scent combined with musk infiltrates my senses, as both my hands slide the shirt off of his broad shoulders. Goodness, he is just so yummy, makes me snicker at my thoughts.
"What was that giggle for?" he asks.
I give him a smile, "Just enjoying your scent."
I continue, and my satin covered hands caress his forearms as his dress shirt come off, and I see him shivering just a little. I walk to the chair put the shirt and cummerbund neatly.
Once again I am in front of him. My hands at his belt loops are tugging at his white t-shirt, pulling it up and over his arms and head. Wow, I just know I am head over heels in love with him. I caress his now bare chest, a light patch of hair, nothing too overwhelming. I trace a few scars lightly and as he sighs. I kiss his neck.
"Gawd, sweetheart, you are driving me insane with your touch," as he shivers and groans.
I toss the t-shirt on the bed as I stand behind him. While kissing softly along his shoulder blades, my hands wrap around his abs, traveling down, finding his belt and undoing it, but never stopping my kisses on his back. My hands find the button undo it then proceed to lower slowly the zipper as I kiss the back of his neck. I feel his shudder and, not wanting to loose my newly found sense of strength, I slide my hands in, finding his undergarments, caressing over them and feeling how hard he is.
"Mm," whispering, "am I responsible for this?" As I grip and feel his hard manhood responding in my hands.
"Mhm yes, darling. Oh Gawd, I want to touch you!" Almost a hiss from his lips.
"All in good time."
I squat down removing his black shoes and black dress socks. As I stand, I caress his back softly, and I take the t-shirt, shoes and socks again neatly placed on the chair.
Slowly I turn, looking at him, taking in his 5'10" tall frame, his short hair, "You are a very handsome man."
With a smile he thanks me as I walk back to him. I kiss him softly as my hands caress his chest, holding his arms, feeling his muscles, and he groans. I walk around him, kissing his shoulder, arm and now his back, and my hands tease with one fingertip around the waist of his pants. Kissing his neck, I slide my index fingers and thumbs as I begin to remove his trousers and undergarment, as I squat he lifts his feet to take each pant leg off.
I stand. "On the bed, my love," as I walk to place the rest of his clothes on the chair.
I see him laying on the bed smiling and my thoughts race. Can I do this? Can I?
I take a step as I know for me there is no going back. I am at the foot of the bed looking at him as I undo my dress and let it slip completely off. My hair provides cover for my breasts, and the only things I am wearing are my satin panties, thigh high stockings, my gloves, and my pearls.
One knee on the bed as my hands caress his feet and I caress them softly thinking of the places, they have takes him, I crawl to him, between his legs. My hair is tracing the inner sides, as I sit Indian style.
"Close your eyes please," I ask in a low playful voice.
As he closes his eyes, I trace his inner thighs drawing a trembling moan, and I smile at this. I trace his penis on his abs, barely touching with my satin gloves.
"Gawd, baby," he barely says, moaning, "that feels so..."
"Enjoy the touch, my love, I want to know all of you," I say to him.
One hand slides down, four fingers under the scrotum and my thumb on the top side, caressing each of the testes, a soft massage, sliding smoothly between my satin covered fingertips. I am paying close attention to his reactions as he moves slightly, shifting his weight and opening his legs more. I release his hard cum-filled sac as I see precum seeping.
"Sweet love," I whisper as I lean in and blow softly at the opening of the tip of the head.
My left-hand slips under the elongated shaft, not gripping it yet. My right-hand closed and my index fingertip begins its travels, discovering every vein, every ridge, every knot on the way up, the largest vein stopping just under the head. I smile and caress there in circles, putting pressure. I see him gripping the bedspread, his eyes rolling back.
I unfasten my necklace and wrap the pearls at the base, my both hands grasp them and begin a slow stroke, the pearls massaging from the base to about two-thirds up the girth. My lips close to the tip, blowing softly but not touching him.
"Fuck, baby, you are going to make me cum," he says, almost growling at me.
My left hand continues the stroking while my right-hand massages the sac. "Let go, my love, let go."
His resolve to hold's now overtaken and his member quivers in my palm as I continue my determined play. His hands grip the bedspread, and his knuckles turn white, his feet curl, his breath is deep. I smile and tell him once again.
"Let go."
At this moment ropes of milky white semen come out with a force I had never imagined before.
I continue stroking him, slowly removing the pearls, my satin hands gliding effortlessly until the last of his orgasm subsides. I look around smiling, as I see him spent.
I stand, go to the bathroom and return with a warm washcloth cleaning some of the cum off of my chest, and then off of him.
I lay next to him, my head on his chest listening to his heartbeat, finding my peace. There and then I knew this was only the beginning....
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