When people say the South offers great hospitality, I found out it's not your typical "South", like Georgia or Tennessee. I'm talking about MY South, as in Southern California. I have a dear friend in the Marine Corps, stationed at our local base down here in San Clemente you boys reading this should know. One Friday night, I drove down there to surprise him. Sadly, he was out on maneuvers and wouldn't return for another 3 hours. Well, I sat in the duty hut and waited, while another Marine sat watch. And "watch" is what he did.

He watched my every move, as we chatted. He was a young pup, only 19 and from some small town in Pennsylvania. Hot as a firecracker, but without the bang.

I was going to change that right quick. In his BDUs and boots, he was yummy. I stretched my arms over my head and he noticed my large 40D breasts swell immediately. He got up and offered me a soda. I accepted.

As he walked behind me to fetch it from the machine, I stretched again, this time, my hands brush the crotch of his pants, and he couldn't help but jump a little. He said, "Excuse me ma'am". I said, "'Ma'am' is what you call your mama, not me". He apologized and got the soda. He handed it to me, and I asked him to sit beside me on the couch, so we could watch TV. He looked around, as if to ask permission from some Sergeant that was never present. It being already 11pm, and a Friday, 90 of the barracks was deserted anyway, with all the guys away on liberty for the weekend. So, sat down he did. We chatted some more, and I leaned forward to put my empty can on the table.

I crossed my legs over to reach, and faked a stumble. He caught me, with one hand caressing my breast.

My nipple immediately stood at attention, as his thumb danced across it over and over. I covered his hand with mine, to keep it there on my breast, and looked him right in the eye, those baby blues under such a serious cover and demeanor. That instantly melted away when I leaned forward and kissed him. His young hungry mouth took my tongue in like no other. He breathed me in, as if he hadn't touched a woman in years.

An eager young stud, he was quick to close the door to the duty hut and turn off as many lights as possible, yet making it look like he was still on duty.

He stripped off his shirt, kept those cammies on, and straddled me on the couch, pinning me by my hands against the headrest, kissing me, grinding his hard length covered by camouflage, into my crotch. My panties were already wet.

I used my knees to shift him around and rub my knee against his length. Of course with him letting me, I pushed him off me, and over onto his back, turning the tables so I was on top.

He still had that cover on, and I leaned in to kiss him. His tongue flickered with mine, and I bit his bottom lip. That brought a firm slap to my soft place, and I squealed with delight, as my wet softness responded by unleashing a squirt of lady juice. He pulled me to his chest, and nibbled my ear, saying how badly he wanted to slide his length into me. He hadn't had a woman since boot, and didn't dare touch one while in Japan. He wanted an American woman right then and now. I sat up and lifted my arms to the ceiling. He removed my top and bra in one fell swoop, biting my nipples and toying my 40Ds as he went. My shorts were getting wet as my cum was seeping through. He pulled the loose material aside and slipped a finger into my softness, feeling my wetness. He turned and crooked it in such a way that he hit my G-spot and I squealed again. I humped his finger, begging to feel him inside me. Without missing a beat, he used his other hand to unleash his length from his pants. Out sprang a perfect specimen of manhood.

If Marines are "the Few, and the Proud", then my Marine right here was the picture of perfection.

It was thick, and long, a good 8 14. A perfect pink mushroom head, smooth to the touch, with a slit oozing a droplet of pre-cum, was pulsing my name. His veiny shaft was firm and straight, ready for me to slide down on it. Below that, two shaven huge balls, the size of lemons, greeted my lips as I made my way down to kiss his jewels, and worship his length with my mouth. I knelt before this boy, who was a man in uniform, but a gentle creature of God under my manipulations.

He grabbed my hair with his fingers as I opened my mouth wide and sank his entire lank down my throat. I slid my way up with my lips, flicking my tongue as I went. His length was wet. I caressed his balls, and traced his perineum with my finger.

He bucked his hips like he was riding a bronco, but I grabbed his soft place cheeks and held on as I sucked his length, deeper and harder. I was almost ready to gag after 10 minutes when I heard this throaty moan erupt from his lips. He called my name and his length quivered as his cum made its way to the top.

I released his from my lips as his eruption coated my breasts. I relished in feeling his warm spunk cover me. I looked down to see this spent man, in a cover, boots, and cammie pants, with a bare chiseled chest, and slowly deflating length, just glow in a moment of post-eruptive bliss. A gentleman to the core, he got up, grabbed a towel, ran it under warm water, and came to wash me off. I lay on the couch, letting him enjoy the cheap feel now and again as he cleaned my breasts.

Then came time for me to return the favor. I gently and carefully cleaned up around his length, blessing it with kisses, toys, and nibbles as I went.

He returned to full attention quite quickly. This time, I wanted him to take charge, and really show me what he was all about.

I told him "Standing orders, you are to pleasure me as you see fit". He response was to toss me on the couch, strip off my shorts and panties, and lift my soft place with his hands, so only my upper back and shoulders rested on the couch, with my feet flat under me to support. He slid that hard length of his into my tight softness, inch by inch, and then with a swift thrust, he brought me right off the couch.

He supported my body as he turned, carried me across the room to the chair at a desk, sat down and brought me down on the chair with him. I exploded in cum all over him with that move. His length was buried to the hilt in my tight, bare softness, and he just kept thrusting upward as he held me down, his arms running up my back and his hands on my shoulder. I wrapped my legs around him and the chair, and just felt wave after wave of orgasm fill me.

We played like that for over an hour.

I was exhausted, sore, spent, and desperate for more. This Marine had the passion of a newlywed, the eagerness of a virgin, and the staying power of the Dalai Lama. He kissed and bit into my shoulders again and again. Finally, he picked me up again, laid me on the table, and lifted one leg up so he could finger my personal place. That sent me over the edge, and I cried as I felt one more orgasm build within me. He looked right into my eyes, cover still on, and cried out he was cumming. I felt his eruption fill me, deeper than anything I've ever felt before. Thrust after thrust, he slammed his length into me, his cum oozing out of my softness onto the table.

He collapsed, his warmth and his weight coming to rest on my breasts. We held each other there for a few minutes. He got up, looked into my eyes, as he slowly pulled out. He grabbed the towel, put things back into order, kissed my hand as he helped me off the table.

Shortly after that, my friend came back from maneuvers. He was dirty and grimy, and asked if I had been waiting long.

I looked at my lover Marine and said, "Nope, I just came a little while ago". We smiled, and I left with my friend. I don't know if that Marine is still down there, but it made for one amazing visit.

I went back to my friend's barracks with him, where were alone, and he was in desperate need of a shower, but that's for another story..