Tricia's Army Sergeant: A Story of Passion & Awakening in Mid-Life by Maura Rossi Read Free Book Online Page A

you were worried."
    "No, that's not why. I came home because I
heard about some pictures that were taken for me?"
    Tricia pushed against his chest.
    "Come on, let me see them."
    To his surprise, she got up out of bed,
completely nude and walked across the hall to get the photos. He
smiled from ear to ear. She presented him with three eight by ten
photos. The smile fell from his face as he viewed the first
photo.
    "Wow," he stated flatly.
    His heart and his dick began to pound. He
flipped to the second photo.
    "Shit, Tricia."
    The third photo was the one where she was
pulling her glistening pussy lips apart. John gripped the edges of
the photos.
    "Do you like them?" she questioned
anxiously.
    He was speechless. He cleared his throat.
    "I like them very much. What possessed you to
take these photos, Tricia?"
    "I wanted to show you how much I missed you.
I thought you would like that I wasn't afraid to show you my
body."
    "I can't express how much I like seeing your
body in these pictures. My heart is in my throat. Maybe in the
future, I should just see your body in person, so we don't have any
more trouble over pictures. You are the kind of woman that wars are
started over."
    He threw back the sheet and pulled her on top
of him. Her tits felt fantastic against his chest. He kissed her
and thrust his tongue into her mouth. He felt huge. Tricia loved
being on top of him. She felt powerful and sexy.
    Tricia remembered her surprise for John. She
broke the kiss.
    "I have something else to show you."
    She pulled his hand so he sat up in bed.
    "Look, this is the mirror I used for the
pictures."
    "Oh, Tricia, you're teasing me, now."
    "No, John, I want to please you. I'm not
playing. Show me what to do to please you."
    She didn't have to ask twice. John slid to
the edge of the bed and put his feet on the floor. His cock stood
up beyond his navel. It was thick and purple and he stroked it
continually. He gestured for her to sit on his lap. She came over
and faced him. He shook his head.
    "Turn around, " he commanded.
    He pulled her down on his lap and wedged his
cock in her ass cheeks, snuggling her against his body. Her body
felt so fucking soft to him. He could see her face, her tits, her
bare pussy in the mirror. And she could see him. He started kissing
her neck and pulling and pinching her nipples.
    "Tricia, you are the most beautiful woman I
have ever known. I can't get enough of you and it scares me."
    He licked her neck and bit her shoulder. She
arched her back, thrusting her tits forward into his hands. His
cock loved her wiggling ass.
    "Damn, Tricia, you're killing me. Stand up
honey."
    He ran his hands over her ass and the front
of her thighs, pulling them apart.
    "OK, Tricia, pull your pussy open, like in
the picture and sit back down on me."
    He watched her face in the mirror, as she
understood what he wanted her to do. Her mouth opened slightly. He
could see her flight response working. But she did as he asked and
opened her pretty naked pussy.
    "You are fucking gorgeous."
    He guided her backwards and down onto to his
rock hard meat. The head squeezed in the opening but that was as
far he could go at first. They could both see his cock head stuck
in her hole, not moving. He thrust up into her until he was fully
enclosed in her warm soft channel.
    She judged her reflection in the mirror. She
was uncomfortable with what she saw. She could see the base of his
cock and his balls, the rest of him buried inside her. It was too
intense to see herself spread open with him moving inside her. He
gently lifted her up. She saw more of hic cock and how thick he'd
become. Her lips were stretched around him. She closed her
eyes.
    He brushed her cheek lightly.
    "Watch."
    She fluttered her eyes. He brought her all
the way down on him. He released her and moved his hands up the
front of her body.
    His hands and arms were very dark against her
pale skin. With one big hand, he cupped a breast. With the other,
he massaged her clit and caressed