Tricia's Army Sergeant: A Story of Passion & Awakening in Mid-Life Read Online Free

his fingertips.
    He looked back into her eyes. She had them
closed. John shook his head and continued to brush around the tips
of her tits. She was missing all the fun.
    "You're beautiful," he whispered.
    He wanted to see how sensitive she was but
all he was getting was her discomfort. He could either ask her to
talk to him or he could ask her to open her eyes. He decided,
instead, to close his fingertips around her distended points, both
of them, and tug lightly.
    A small gasp escaped her lips. That's it
darlin' , he smiled, satisfied. Again, he tugged. She arched
slightly and breathed in quickly. He tugged again, pinching a
little harder. And then she made her first sound, a short throaty
hum.
    "Do you like this?" He swirled his finger
around the large pink peak and pulled the nipple as far as he
dared.
    She nodded her head imperceptibly. Her heavy
breathing was the only thing he had to go on. He felt like he was
coaxing a virgin. She was enjoying all that he was doing, but she
was not actively participating.
    He kissed her while squeezing her whole
breast with one of his hands. He roved the other hand over her
face, neck, shoulders, through her hair and down her back. He
tipped her back into his arm and dropped his head to suck her.
    She stiffened as he drew her into his mouth. This is crazy , he thought. She's had sex before. She'd been
married for twenty-five years for God's sake. And she was a very
desirable woman. He'd assumed because she was very attractive that
she was naturally very sexual. That belief couldn't be further from
the truth, as he was now discovering.
    He was just getting going when she pushed him
off and started to sit up.
    "Let's go into the bedroom," she panted.
    She found him incredibly exciting. He shook
his head in agreement. She'd already put her tits back in her
blouse, when he stood and extended his hand to help her up.
    "I'll meet you back there. Just give me
minute," she smiled meekly.
    He cocked his head in question. She scooted
past him as he shrugged to himself. What the hell was going
on? He waited a few minutes and strolled back to where he
thought the master bedroom might be. It was dark; a dim nightlight
in the bathroom was the only illumination.
    "Tricia?"
    "I'm here, you can get changed in the
bathroom."
    "How come it's so dark in here? I can't see a
thing."
    "Well, we're going to bed."
    "Oh, is that what we're doing. I thought we
were…."
    "We are, we are."
    "OK, then why is it so dark?"
    "Well, that's how…isn't that what…" she
stopped.
    "Darlin', I can't see you."
    "That's OK."
    "No, I mean, I want to see you."
    "Oh."
    "Don't you want to see me?"
    Silence. He was feeling frustrated in more
ways than one.
    "Can we turn the light on so we can
talk?"
    "Yes, of course."
    "Where?"
    "I got it."
    She touched the lamp on her bedside
table.
    She was already naked, in bed, under the
sheets. He felt like he had transported back in time. He walked
into the bedroom and crawled onto the bed, lying down next to her.
He lay on top of the blanket that she was under.
    "I know this is hard for you, Tricia."
    He stroked the arm she had left out from
under the sheets, when she turned on the light.
    "It must be very strange."
    She was wide-eyed. He massaged her neck.
    "But I want you to know. It's hard for me,
too. I'm just as nervous as you."
    He thought that would make her feel better.
Maybe should would take pity on him.
    "It would help me if you would tell me what's
going on. Are you feeling shy? Are you afraid because of what
happened earlier? Please tell me."
    He shut his mouth. It was her turn now. She
hadn't given him anything.
    "I'm just nervous. It's been along time."
    "I get it. What about, I mean, do you feel
funny about the lights being on when we…"
    "I'm not used to it. I don't know…"
    She looked down.
    "OK. Well, I need the lights. I want to see
you. It's important to me to see you. I've been thinking about
you…"
    He wasn’t making any progress by talking. He
leaned in and