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Some people are just sensual, and their aura radiates a lusty passion that is infectious.Objectively, I’m a bit of both. While I wouldn’t call myself beautiful, I am pretty, but I am definitely sexy to others. My Bohemian, pagan, gypsy vibe, a free spirit that refuses to be tamed, seems to hint at an unbridled passion and a lusty wildness that makes it obvious that I’m both horny and crazy in bed—the lusty and endearing sort of insanity, not the “afraid to go to sleep” type. However, the woman standing in the doorway was doubly blessed with stunning, exotic beauty and wild, sensual sexiness.Her name was Christina, Chris, and she was a friend of my husband’s. He’d mentioned her, before, proudly saying that she was serving our country in the Air Force. Her tour, overseas, had been completed, and she was taking a few months away from military life to ponder whether to reenlist. She wanted to drop by to visit my husband and meet me, but xnxx she got into town two days early; my husband was working out of state, which meant that our meet and greet would be just us women. I’d silently wondered if they’d had sex, but didn’t press the issue.When I opened the door to greet her, I was mesmerized. Chris was slightly taller than me, fit and athletic, and looking jaw-dropping beautiful in her camouflage fatigues. The military clothing couldn’t hide her firm, round breasts, “US Air Force” and her last name, “Johnson,” stitched into olive patches over either tit. Her long, black hair, shiny and straight, hung loose behind her, and her very feminine curves, enticed with swelling hips, a straight, confident posture, and fine legs encased in slightly loose pants that were immaculately bloused into shiny boots.While her projected strength, confidence, poise, and healthy vigor were all beautiful and sexy, especially in uniform, her exotic looks were both divine and pussy-drenching. My second thought was, of course. he fucked her, because my first thought was, I so want to lick her pussy. Not only was she one of the most hypnotically enthralling women I’ve ever seen, but she also looked like she was on the verge of an intense orgasm and looking to fuck and suck everyone in sight to satiate her eternal lust.Her eyes were a deep brown and almond-shaped, signifying an obvious Asian descent. Creamy, flawless skin, a light mocha color, wrapped her lust-inducing features and showed pouting lips that made me wet. Muscular and tawny, her casual movements were graceful, and those deep brown eyes lit up when she saw me, those kissable lips erupting into a bright, sincere smile that showed pristine-white, perfect teeth.She dropped her duffle bag and spoke, her voice sexual honey with only a hint of a southern accent. bakire porno “You just have to be Krystal. I should have known that you’d be a sexy redhead.” She paused. “I’m Chris, Airperson First Class, Christine Johnson.”Without warning or ceremony, she quickly closed the few feet between us and embraced me in a strong hug. I hugged her back, trying to forget the heat her firm, muscular body ignited in my flesh, reminding myself that I’m to play welcoming hostess, not a seductress. I didn’t even know if she was into women, or if we’d get along.“He, uh, he didn’t tell me that you were…”“A Japanegro?” she laughed. Her lilting giggle made my nipples poke out and caused all sorts of soldier-sex fantasies to run roughshod through my dirty mind. “I’m half black and half Japanese,” she clarified. “Blackanese? Sorry,” she pouted, “you’re supposed to laugh.”“No, not that…which he didn’t, of course. It’s just that he never once mentioned how gorgeous you are, so perfect and exotic.” I realized that my mouth was hanging open, and I was staring. “Forgive me, how rude. Please come in and make yourself at home. My husband will be back tomorrow or the next day. Until then, it’s just us girls.”After four years overseas, remote piloting unmanned aircraft, Chris was ready to let loose. We got along well, and the sexual tension, although maybe one-sided, was palpable.“So, what would you like to do?” I asked.“First, I want a long, hot bath, as soon as possible. Then, I want to grab some ‘civvies’ and dress like a woman instead of a soldier,” I didn’t mention that her uniform was so sexy on her that I was dripping horny, “and go out, get fucked up, and hopefully get laid.”“I figured that everyone would go nuts over you in uniform.” I omitted to mention the effect she was having on me. “Let’s draw you a bath, bedava porno right now. Wine?”A few hours later, the statuesque Christine was decked out in one of my dresses. It was a lavender, gauzy, gypsy dress, and she wore it better than I ever did. That smooth flesh, muscles rippling whenever she moved, and exotic features were eye-catching. Her demeanor and warm confidence were so sexy that I found myself fantasizing about her.We went out to eat and were finishing dinner and our second glass of wine, each. Giddy, laughing, and becoming fast friends, I stopped our train of thought and said, “there’s a hangout not too far from here. We could go, and you could find some handsome hunk to hook up with.”She stopped laughing, her face growing serious. “I’m actually into women, not men.”“Oh,” I replied. “Let’s go find you a hot woman to hook up with, then.”We toasted to girl-on-girl sex after I confessed my bisexuality. “Too bad you’re married,” she mused.“How flattering. What if I could play with anyone I wanted, married or not?”She smiled, which made my pussy gush with arousal, soaking my thighs. “Then I’d say we skip the club, go back to your place, get fucked up, and see what happens.”The club was skipped.Raiding the wine cellar, an open bottle in each of our hands, our other hand wrapped around the other’s torso, we laughed in passionate anticipation, danced to too-loud music, and bonded. Though unspoken, the change in mood, the sexual tension now breaking the surface, had altered the feel of the evening, and we both knew it. We delighted in the other’s company, felt horny lust and our inhibitions had dissipated before we’d finished our entrées at dinner.Shimmying to hard rock, simultaneously swigging from our bottles, I blurted out, “So are you lesbian or bi?”She laughed, set down the bottle, and plopped onto the couch. “I prefer women, but there are some men that do it for me.”I threw myself down beside her, grabbing her leg and throwing it over mine. My hand idly caressed her exposed calf, my pale, freckled skin contrasting with her smooth, chocolate perfection.
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