The
Mirage
I'm a sergeant
in the U.S. Air Force, currently deployed in the Middle East as
part of the
force called Desert Shield.
My problem is
that the men outnumber the women here by a ratio of 20 to one. My
friends back
in the good ol' U.S.A. insist on teasing me about the lack of
companionship.
I've decided to write a short story as a tribute to our
situation. I
hope your readers enjoy it.
I was walking
in the desert one afternoon, the sun's unrelenting heat pounding
down upon my
body, and there it was: a cool oasis! I could see some small palm
trees bending
in the light breeze, along with a small but inviting pond, its
water reflecting
the sun's intense rays, giving them living color like a prism.
On the far side
of the pond was a figure, which looked to be human. The shapely
outline embedded
itself in my mind, but it couldn't be. It was a woman!
Oh, the view
was so pleasant. But it had to be a mirage, like the water you see
at the end of
a flat stretch of highway on a hot afternoon. I rubbed my eyes in
disbelief. The
oasis was stili there mocking me, just on the horizon. I could
see the figure
enticing me to come closer. In a hypnotic state, I was subdued
by the peaceful
beckoning of the oasis and the irresistible scent given off by
the woman. It
was the smell of passion.
My heart was
pounding like I'd just run a marathon. Every step I took brought
the tranquilizing
scene closer to reality. I could hear the woman's soft voice
calling to me,
"Come, let me quench your thirst and soothe your desire!" My
anticipation
grew.
I found myself
running to her. I leapt into the pond, its coolness caressing my
entire body.
Just for a second, I was satisfied. Upon reaching the far end of
the pond, my
sense of smell was triggered again. I was jolted by a ripe
pureness, driven
by a deeper need - hunger.
The woman lay
under a small palm tree. The leaves allowed only patches of
sunlight to
dance over her soft brown skin. Her body was smooth yet powerful.
Every move she
made was effortless but certain. Adding to the illusion of a
leopard ready
to pounce, her dark eyes devoured my entire body My blood raced
through my veins
as if I were some kind of wild animal. As our eyes met, it was
as if she were
saying "I can't wait. It's been so long, please take me now!"
There was a
strange transformation between us. I became the hunter, she the
prey. I hesitated
only a moment, eyeing this beautiful morsel.
I moved in quickly,
but with caution. I lightly touched her face and neck. Her
eyes were glued
to mine with anticipation and I could see that she felt a
satisfied reassurance
that all her needs would be met. As we embraced, my hands
danced down
the smooth muscles of her back. Her skin was warm and inviting. I
reached the
curve of her sensuously round buttocks and the texture was soft and
firm. My hands
kneaded the divine mounds of flesh. She nibbled on my ear and
neck. Her scent
was intoxicating. Her breasts pressed firmly against my chest
as her nipples
slowly became erect with pleasure. I shifted my body so my
hard nipples
could brush against hers. This sent goose bumps all over our
bodies. My hunger
growled and begged to be sated. We ended our embrace to
collect our
thoughts about our next assault on pleasure. I lifted her face to
mine. Her eyes
had a dull glaze of overwhelming satisfaction in them, as well
as the desire
for more. Her lips were full and pouting, begging to be kissed.
My mouth moistened
in anticipation. Our kiss was so full of warm passion, The
taste was sweet
yet salty. With our lips slightly parted, we joined our
tongues. They
danced across each other as serpents might mate. The feeling was
deliciously
slippery. Again my hunger stirred. She slowly moved down my chest
and nibbled
at my navel. Then she paused for a moment and looked up at me, like
a small child
about to open a surprise birthday present. She unzipped my pants
with deliberate
leisureliness, letting them fall to the ground. My hunger was
trapped in the
small confines of my shorts, and the fabric was stretched to the
point of ripping.
She teased me by slowly biting through the taut material. I
could stand
no more.
I gently pushed
her to the ground. A passive moan escaped through her moist,
full lips, sounding
out her willingness. I threw my useless garments aside,
then slowly
stretched out next to her. Her warm breath trickled across my ear
and down my
neck. Then she spread her legs wide, moaning with growing desire. I
reached under
her and grabbed her sleek shoulders, then started sliding up her
slick body.
She moved to
get comfortable. As she did, the sun licked her sweat-covered
skin, making
her look like she had been dipped in honey. I lowered myself on
top of her invitingly
open legs. We began to kiss each other passionately.
Slowly, I entered
her, her hips undulating in acceptance. My body felt like it
was in a trance
as we started moving in unison. Our skin came together like we
had been fused.
Our passion soared and melted into ecstasy. My mind flew above
the clouds.
Then, to my surprise, a passing bird asked, "What the hell are you
doing, Sergeant?"
I suddenly felt naked and realized that I was! My head
snapped in the
direction of the voice. My commander was yelling at me. I was
looking for
some cover and all I could find was my filthy and slightly torn
pair of boxer
shorts. My mind was in a frenzy and I couldn't grasp what had
happened. I
guess it was just another mirage!
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