Driving home from work the other night, I heard an old Journey song on the radio and I found myself reflecting on a former friend of mine and the time spent together. The Journey song took me back to a night in the early spring of 2009, sitting on a couch in Marita’s apartment. The smell of wine and her perfume were equally intoxicating as she nestled close to me, her flower-pattern robe half-open, inviting me to do whatever I pleased. While that night was a good story in itself, the best one is about the first time we hooked up.
The first time I laid eyes on Marita was the same time I reported to my unit in the fall of 2006 for what would be the final years of my enlistment. She was working at the small convenience store on the housing side of the base which was right next to the military lodging building I had been temporarily assigned. She was crouched down near the floor, stocking a refrigerator unit and I could see the top of her thong peeking above the waistband of her jeans. She looked amazing from the back and when I saw her from the front, I knew I wanted to fuck her.
And who wouldn’t?
She was beautiful. She was of Filipino descent. Her medium-brown skin tone complemented her dark brown hair and almond-shaped brown eyes. She had a cute little mole just to the right of her mouth (think Cindy Crawford-like). She wore clothes that highlighted her features. Her C-cup breasts always filled out her shirts and her jeans showed off her curvy ass. Out of all my friends with benefits, Marita was the only one I went into the friendship wanting to sleep with from the start.
As hot and sexy as she was, the reality of that ever happening seemed less likely at the time. I had gotten involved in a couple of different relationships not long after I arrived at my final duty station. However, I made a point to befriend Marita and we would talk and flirt when we saw each other, but nothing more beyond that. However, things would change going into 2009.
Serious relationships were not my strong point between 2006 through 2008. They would either end because of infidelity on the woman’s part or just a mutual split based on different goals. After two failed relationships in late 2008, I had resigned myself to taking time away from anything serious and focused on myself and my career. This did not stop my need for sexual fulfillment as I was not shy about the occassional one-night stand.
Then, one day while working the main gate at the base, I found myself talking to Marita when she came through in her Jeep. She was on her way to the gym and still being the flirt I had been in the past, I commented on how I would love to work out with her.
“Why don’t you?” she asked.
I knew it wouldn’t be that day because I was still on duty and knew she would be done by the time my shift was over. I thought for a second as I weighed my options.
“How about this Thursday?” I asked.
She smiled at me and nodded. “What time will you be off work?”
“Let’s aim for 3PM,” I said. I knew by scheduling it for mid-afternoon I would be able to meet her at the gym regardless of the post I would be assigned to that day.
It should be noted that in the recent weeks leading up to this day, our interactions had been more flirtatious and with a lot of touching. To say that one of us could come up from behind the other in a seductive manner without batting an eye would be an understatement. To be honest, I was wondering why we had not slept with each other sooner.
Late Thursday morning, she sent me a text message letting me know she was looking forward to working out with me. I responded with a short message, I bet you are followed by a wink emoji. I met her on time in the gym lobby. She was already in her workout gear, which was a gray sports bra under a tank top and a pair of black shorts.
“I need to change,” I said. “Where will you be?”
She pointed to the leg machines in the room right of the lobby. “Find me in there,” she said.
I nodded and went to the locker room. I changed out of my uniform and into my gym clothes. I grabbed my water bottle and made my way to the gym where Marita was already putting in the work. She was in the middle of her third set and I watched as her legs extended out and back in again. She was sexy as hell and I found myself becoming aroused at the sight of her working out. When she finished, she smiled at me.
“You want in on this?” she asked.
“No, actually I need to get in a run on the treadmill first,” I said. My workout schedule had me doing cardio and lower body workouts on Tuesdays and Thursdays. “I’ll be back in twenty minutes.”
“Save some energy for later,” she said as she gave me a wink.
How I didn’t pop a raging hard-on right then and there is beyond me. She wanted me more than I had anticipated, probably more than I wanted her. Those twenty minutes on the treadmill seemed like an eternity thinking about Marita and what she said to me. After my time was up, I stretched and went to find her. She was doing some lifting with the dumbbells. Since she was in the middle of a set, I went over to the leg lift machine she had been on earlier and went to work my leg exercises. I was in the middle of my second set when she came over to me.
“I don’t know about you, but I am ready for a shower,” she whispered in my ear. “I don’t want to rush you, but I’m ready to go whenever you are.”
Marita stood up straight and touched my shoulder as she moved towards the lobby. I thought we would be here longer, but I guess those months of flirting had come to a horny boiling point for her. Needless to say, I was just as ready. I got up from the machine and went to the locker room to get my things. Marita was waiting for me in front of the receptionist’s desk.
“Just follow me,” she said.
I did just that. I followed her out of the gym, looking at her ass as she walked in front of me. I had parked next to her and she told me she didn’t live too far from the base. We wasted little time getting back to her place. Once inside the door, she kissed me with such force I nearly stumbled backward. She broke away from the kiss and removed her shoes. She took off her tank top as she walked down the hall to the bathroom. I began undressing as I went to join her. When I made it to the bathroom, Marita was sliding off her thong, her full breasts hanging just past her arms as she slid the thong past her knees. The moment felt frozen in time.
Grabbing my already-erect cock, she guided me to the shower and we stepped in. I went first and she followed. When I turned around to face her, she got on her knees and took my meaty rod into her mouth. The sight of her head bobbing up and down on my cock with the water spraying her face was sexy. I leaned back and let the warm water cascade down my naked body as she continued pleasuring me with her mouth. After a few minutes, she got up and took a bottle of body wash from the shower caddy.
“Hold out your hands,” she said.
I did what I was told and held out my hands. She squeezed a generous amount of soap into my palms and then poured some into her hand.
“I wash you, you wash me,” Marita instructed.
She pulled me in close and I could feel her hands running up and down my back, soaping it up. She found her way to my ass and lathered it up as well. I reciprocated and lathered her backside just as much as she did mine. However, when I got to her ass, I grabbed and held onto it as I pulled her in close. We kissed again; this time it was more gentle and intimate. I could feel my cock trying to slide just under her bald pussy and I knew it was just a matter of time. Marita turned around and I grabbed the bottle of body wash. After putting some more in my hand, I pulled her close to me, my hands soaping up her breasts and stomach as my cock poked her ass.
“Mmmmm…play with my titties,” she cooed.
I continued massaging them in my hands and I felt her nipples standing erect with arousal. For whatever reason, I decided to wash my hair and face since my hands were soapy and I was under the showerhead. Marita didn’t seem to mind. She continued leaning back against me and took a hold of my cock and began stroking it.
“I need to wash my hair too,” she said. “Why don’t you dry off and I will meet you in the bedroom.”
She gave my ass a pat as I climbed out of the shower. I dried off and went to her bedroom. It was just across from the bathroom and I dropped my towel on top of the bed to lie down on it. I stroked my cock as I waited for her. I didn’t want to cum from jacking off, so I kept my strokes short and easy.
I heard the shower stop and a couple of minutes later, Marita entered the room with a bath towel wrapped around her. Seeing me hard and lying on her bed, she dropped the towel and climbed on top of me. Her pussy was extremely wet because I slid into her with ease. With her hands pressed down on my chest, she began riding me. I watched as she closed her eyes and moaned, my cock stimulating her clit and becoming drenched in her juices. Her beautiful breasts bounced up and down, slowly at first but then faster as she increased her pace.
She stopped and looked at me before leaning down and kissing my lips. When she sat up, she got up and took a spot next to me on the bed. She played with her pussy as I stroked my cock. We watched each other masturbate before I sat up and massaged her slit with my left hand.
“Ohhh….god yes,” she said softly.
I didn’t waste any time. I climbed on top of her and slid my cock back inside of her waiting pussy. Marita’s soft moans turned into loud screams as I thrust and pounded her pussy harder than it had experienced that afternoon. Her body convulsed and I stopped to slowly tease her with my erect prick. Almost instantly, her body was rocked with an orgasm so hard, she buried her nails into my back. That was the only time a woman ever drew blood from me in the bedroom.
“Are you close, baby?” she asked, almost out of breath.
No words were needed to answer her question. I pumped my cock a few more times inside of her before I felt it tensing up, telling me it was ready to blow. I pulled out and ejaculated a massive load of cum all over her stomach.
“Mmmm…yes, that feels good,” she said before rubbing my cum all over her stomach and on her breasts.
I collapsed next to her, feeling spent. She looked over at me and gave me a smile. Rolling onto her side, she put her hand on my chest and asked, “Are you ready for another shower?”
We both laughed and got up from the bed to clean up once again.
Marita and I continued our friends-with-benefits arrangement until I began seeing the woman I would later marry. In retrospect, I would have rather stayed single and been a booty-call for the horny Filipino I saw almost every day at work. If not for that, I would have been there at her place after she drunkenly called me one night to tell me she and her friends were naked and wanted me to come over. She was definitely one of a kind, and I will always cherish the time we spent together.
