His cock was ample and deep inside me. I was on top, leaning forward, riding him hard, and using him like a toy. Either he didn’t know I was using him or didn’t care. He lay there motionless as I scraped my clit into him, enjoying one orgasm after another. It’s rare that I have an opportunity like this these days. Since I am leaving in less than two weeks, I’ve thrown all sensibilities out the window. Just two hours ago I was at a cocktail party hosted by an attorney from the State Department.

The room was packed with the movers and shakers from Washington. A Marine colonel in uniform passed by me to get to the bar and brushed up against me. I could feel his hard-on as he went by. It was an innocent accident, or so I thought. After the bartender poured his drink, he turned and repeated the same path, rubbing his cock across my ass.

I couldn’t let it go. “That’s some artillery you’re carrying, Colonel.”

He flashed a grin and didn’t seem the slightest bit embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I hate crowds. It was truly an accident. Please forgive me.”

I didn’t believe him. Timing always seems to work in my favor in situations that lead to an unexpected encounter. Some have that kind of luck. I’m one of those people. “All’s forgiven if you get me a cocktail, a Bourbon Old Fashioned, please.”

“A woman after my own heart. Do you have a favorite bourbon?”

I didn’t hesitate. “Bulleit works for me if it’s available.”

He turned to the bar to get me my drink. This time his member didn’t run up against me. I wish it had. During the two times he passed by, I felt that familiar twinge between my legs. This Marine was older than most colonels I’ve met in my time in the Capitol. His hair was snow white, and the lines on his face were a sure sign he was senior in age to most of his rank. He was wearing his Blue Dress B uniform, displaying six rows of various ribbons, several marksman badges, and the wings of a pilot. The sight was so sexy.

When he returned, I noticed his top ribbon was a Navy Cross, second only to the Medal of Honor; this stud is a true hero. “Thank you, Colonel; you are a true gentleman.”

“My pleasure, Ma’am.”

“MA’AM,” I said with fake indignance.

He didn’t realize I was joking. “Oh. Please forgive me. I meant no disrespect. I don’t know your name, and that is how we address civilian women.”

My laughter brought a smile to his face. “I know that. I was just playing with you. My son was a Marine. Between that and my time here in DC, I know many military customs.”

With a quizzical look, he asked, “Once a Marine, always a Marine. You said your son ‘was’ a Marine. Where was he stationed?”

“Lejeune. His last deployment was Umm Qasr, Iraq. He didn’t come home. He’s at the National Cemetery at Calverton in New York.”

The sympathetic look on his face made any words unnecessary. “Too many young men and women were lost. I’m sorry.”

He didn’t press for more information. Usually I don’t mind talking about my son. This wasn’t the time or place to recount my story, though. I was just as happy that he didn’t press the issue. It was a sign of a real professional. He knew no further words were necessary.

I changed the subject. “So tell me about you, Colonel. Are you stationed here in the capitol?”

“No. I’m based out of Miramar Marine Corps Air Station in California. I’m here for some meetings at the Pentagon all week.”

“Oh, nice. Are you staying at the Marine Barracks here in town?”

He was a little puzzled. “You seem to know about the Corps. To answer your question, no. There is no officer housing at the Marine Barracks. I have some temporary quarters at Joint Base Anacostia-Bolling on the Potomac River.”

We spent the next hour chatting about everything from the weather to world events. The longer we talked, the more I was certain that I would have him in my bed before the night was over. In the time we were together, the party we were attending became more crowded. It was the perfect time for me to take action.

“I really hate crowds too. Let’s go to my place for a nightcap. I live near DuPont Circle; it’s only a few minutes by taxi.”

“That sounds nice.”

We found our host, thanked him for a lovely evening, and couldn’t get to the door quick enough. Once we were outside, he took charge and turned and kissed me. Our bodies were pressed together. It was a long, passionate kiss, and I could feel his cock start to swell. When our lips finally released, he flagged down a taxi. It had been a while since I was with a man. If it was a longer ride, I probably would have sucked his cock right there in the back seat.

When we stepped into my apartment, I was like a dog in heat. I wanted—no, I needed—to be taken by this warrior. I never even offered him a drink. We were in the living room when I pushed him into a chair and started to strip for him. I was slow and precise in my moves. As I unzipped the back of my dress, I could see the material of his trousers was straining.

I stood naked before him. “Get comfortable, Colonel.”

He lifted himself off the chair. I started to unbutton his blue, high-collared jacket, trying not to disturb any ribbons or medals. He stood at attention as I labored through the process. This man was well put together; his body was rock solid. When he was down to his boxers and t-shirt, he took over the task. When he pulled the t-shirt over his head and dropped his boxers to the floor, it released the most perfect cock I had seen in a long while. I reached out to hold it. He pushed my hand away and instead, took me by the arms and laid me down on the coffee table.

In a playful manner, with all my strength, I tried to resist but gave in to him almost immediately. He was powerful. His hands pulled my legs apart, exposing my sodden opening. I was prepared to be pillaged, used like a cheap whore. Instead, his head lowered in between my legs, and he started to kiss my thighs. He inched his way up, kissing and nibbling on me. I could feel his tongue starting to swirl and dart in and out of me. His fingers spread me, and in a swift motion, his lips latched on to my clit.

I threw my hands over my head, grabbing the edge of the table, holding on as I started to erupt.

“Fuck me!”

He continued to torture my clit with his tongue.

I begged him, “Please fuck me now!”

Ignoring me, his tongue-lashing became more intense.

As I was coming, I screamed at him, “You have to! I want you in me!”

Before he could raise his head, I pushed him away. It took all the power in my body to stop him. I lifted myself off the table and took charge. I grabbed him by the hand and brought him to my bed. My need for him was causing me to become aggressive. As I led him to the bedroom, his cock was like granite. I couldn’t wait and pushed him down on my bed. It was my turn to tease him.

His shaft stood like a flagpole. With vigor, my mouth engulfed it, first the head, then I slid down until I couldn’t take anymore. He was thick and large, and I was ready to have him inside me. After a few minutes of playing with him, I climbed on him as if I were mounting a horse. Very few men stretched me open like he did. I took my time sliding down on him until finally I could go no more.

The slow up and down motion felt like heaven. My body was gushing, allowing me to lift all the way up, then pounce down, slamming against him. After a dozen or so movements, I started to come. I took his fingers and made him twist my nipples. That always sends me over the top. The harder he fucked me, the more powerful my orgasm was.

I was starting to fall into a trance. “Oh, Colonel, don’t stop. Give me your love.”

My body fell into his. The change in position hit perfectly, and I started to lose control. I could feel his hands on my chest holding me up. Then it was as if I was experiencing a paranormal event. It doesn’t happen often, but every so often my orgasm becomes so strong that I feel like I am being transported to another dimension. This is what happened with the Colonel.

As I started to return to earth, I could feel his cock pulsating inside me. He was filling me with his cum. That warm feeling inside me was perfect. I wanted more, but I didn’t have the energy. I fell into a state of numbness as I lay on top of him. His cock was still inside me. I wanted to ride him more; I just couldn’t. With the little strength I had in my body, I lifted myself off him and fell to the side.

He asked with concern in his voice, “Are you okay?”

“Oh yeah, very okay. Why?”

“You were shaking and screaming words that made no sense.”

I shot him a devilish grin. “You have that effect on me. You sent me on quite a ride.”

My body was still responding with a series of small spasms. If he wanted to spend the night, I would have been fine with it. Usually, in a situation like this, when we are done, I want my one-night stand gone. This was different; I wanted more. I lay there thinking about another round in the morning. It wasn’t to happen though. He must have the same attitude I do. I was just a random hookup. I’ve been there so many times before, and that was fine with me. I got what I wanted, and so did he.

He stood and started to dress. I lay still and watched him. We didn’t say anything; he was quick. When he was finished, he looked down at me, smiled, and ran his hand across my face.

“That was great.” Then he turned and walked out, leaving me to savor the overwhelming elation that traveled throughout my body.