Frank Wheeler made his way through the crowd of cheering men and towards the large stage. He looked up to the tall, sexy woman and he could not believe his eyes. He watched her big breasts swaying about, her juicy hips moving to the slow beat of the music and his cock grew hard as a rock.
'Mother fuck!' he moaned to himself as he sat down in an empty chair next to the stage. She was completely nude, other than the tiny pair of blue bikini panties, on her 36-inch hips and a small pair of black glasses resting on her nose. 'You look so fuckin' good Christy and you're killing my poor cock!" he thought again as visions of being away at war for the last four years, filled his mind and how it would feel to hold her.
'Maybe I should see if she does lap dances or not! Wouldn't that be one for the ol' memory book!' he thought with a laugh as her long thick, black hair glistened in the bright stage lights and he saw something else. Christy's nipples were swollen three times their normal size and they looked so damn good. 'Does this turn you on that fucking much? I wonder what poor Jim thinks about you doing this shit?' he thought as the song ended, men started cheering and yelling as loud as they could.
"Alright, let's put them together for the hottest M.I.L.F. in the world, Christy!" the announcer said as men and young guys yelled even louder than before.
Frank ordered two Jack Daniels and waited for her come from the dressing rooms. After fifteen minutes of waiting, she came out and started serving men drinks and flirting for tips. He watched as her small see-through tee shirt and tiny panties did little to conceal her beauty, and Christy's most treasured gifts. 'You're so fucking pretty! I'd give my left nut for just one night with you, ' he thought as she walked up to his table and she smiled.
"Hey solder, how yaw doing tonight?" Christy asked with a forced smile and she waited for his hands to start pawing at her, but he didn't.
"I'm fine, how are you ... Christy?"
She bent down and looked at him closer. "Oh Frank, when did you get back?" Christy asked with excitement as she quickly hugged him and she forgot about her skimpy outfit, but it felt wonderful to feel him again. Her large, near bare breasts, smashed against his face and she felt him let out a long and very low sigh.
"I've been back two hours. They cut us loose pretty fast. I guess they figured it would be the right thing to do, after making us stay for two tours of duty in that shit-hole."
She sat on his lap and continued to hug him. "I should still kick your ass for signing up. It was so dumb and there was no need for it either! We would have worked through everything. We always did baby, but you just ran away and didn't even tell me. " She said with a sad face and hurt filled Christy's heart.
"Oh well, I'm fine and you're happy."
"Yeah, bullshit too! I hate my life and you could get killed at any fucking second! How is that fucking fine, Frank?" Christy yelled at him and she quickly stood back up. She pulled her thoughts and emotions together and added. "We close in about an hour, can we 'please' talk about it then?" she asked and hoped he would. She felt so bad for all that happened and she was the reason for him joining the Army.
He knew this was still bothering Christy really bad and he hated to see her upset. "Yeah, that'll be fine. Maybe we can find a nice place to eat. I haven't had any good food in four years," he said and Frank reached around her and slid his big hands on Christy's butt. "I'm sorry all of this shit happened, ok?" he said as he looked up into her beautiful dark eyes and her big, juicy lips, thinking of kissing her again.
"We'll talk soon; sweet-heart and you best not leave either! I'm telling the girls' that you're home and that you need some lovin'!" Christy smiled from ear to ear and she could still see the same look in his eyes. Frank was still in love with her and deep down; Christy felt the same way about him.
She ran to the bar and told everyone about Frank being home. They all felt like they knew him from the way Christy always talked about him and a young stripper named, Jackie, really took notice.
She quickly passed her drinks and rushed to his table. "Hey there, solder. I heard you were lonely and needing some lovin'!" she smiled and eased into the chair across from him. "I'm Jackie, Christy has told me all about you and everybody she's met since starting here!" she laughed and they shook hands.
Frank smiled at Jackie and he quickly saw that she was a splitting image of Christy, but a little smaller and younger. " Jackie, I'm Frank. It's very nice to meet you," he smiled and couldn't help but looking at her full, young breasts through her white, see-through top and his cock was hard.
"That girl sure does love you, but I can't believe she hasn't jumped all over you. What's her problem?' Jackie asked with a smile and wished she could get a hot looking guy like Frank in her life. He was great looking, a sergeant in the Army and he seemed to be very sweet.
Frank just smiled at Jackie's words and he truly wished that he and Christy could be together, but it couldn't be. "Yeah, we've always been close, but it just never happened," he said lifting his drink and carefully sipped it.
"I'm not sure about her, but I would have done anything to work it out." Jackie replied as she stood and added with a frown. "I gotta get busy. The boss loves Army people, but he doesn't like us to mingle very long," she moved in front of him. "Hey, if you don't think that Christy would get jealous, could I treat you to a um ... lap dance? It's the least I could do for a 'real' war hero." Jackie said as she stood in front of Frank, knowing he had a full view of her body and all of the parts men loved so much.
"I'd like that," he said with a smile and slid his arms around her thin waist. "I haven't been with anyone in four years and I could sure some fun!" Frank winked.
Jackie slid on his lap, hugging his neck and said. "Damn, you poor baby, Christy should be the one fixing you, but if she won't..." Jackie paused to run her fingers through his thick, black hair and she leaned to give Frank a soft kiss on the lips. "I'd love to help and it would be more than a silly dance on your lap," she purred and felt something nice and very hard under her ass.
He smiled and returned Jackie's kiss. "That would be nice, but I'm sure the family will have me booked for the next week or so." Frank said as Jackie's words echoed through his brain. 'I wish Christy would give me more than a dance too, but ... oh well, ' he thought and saw Christy looking at him from the bar. She didn't look very happy, either. 'Are you fuckin' jealous? Wouldn't that be so fucking funny?' he laughed to himself.
"I'll write me number down for you and when things calm down, just call me and we'll get together!" she gave him another kiss and quickly walked away.
He watched Jackie's sweet butt as she walked away and Frank loved the way it wiggled under her little panties. "I gotta hit that thing a few times and as much as she looks like Christy, it'll be a fucking blast!" he mumbled and didn't care. He still loved Christy and wanted her so bad, he hurt.
Later that morning, Frank and Christy sat in a small diner a few blocks from the strip club. "How have you been, sweet-heart and please ... don't lie or be a smart-ass, ok." Christy said as she held Frank's hands in hers, thinking of how nice it was to see him again.
Frank could see that Christy was truly glad to see him again and if he wanted another try at her, he better be a lot nicer. "I'm been doing real good. It sucks being away from home, but a person gets used to it after awhile," he replied with a smile and Frank couldn't take his eyes off of Christy's gorgeous, mature face and her new look. She had her hair coiled on top of her head and the little glasses made her look so damn hot, Frank's cock stayed hard.
"I bet it does. If I had to do anything like that, I'd just lie down and die." Christy said as she thought of Frank being in such danger all of the time and she knew it had to be so hard on him. "Do they have someone you can talk to?" she asked with concern.
"Not really, just some guy acting like he's a preacher, but we found out that he's a fake and getting kicked out for lying."
"Oh my Lord, are you joking?" she said with a shocked look.
"No, he lied and when the brass found out, they had a fit!" Frank laughed. "How's Jim and the kids doing?"
"They're doing great! If someone would write once and a while, he'd know these kinds of things," she said giving him a motherly look as she pushed back her glasses.
He watched as Christy pushed back her sexy glasses and said. "I know, but we stay so busy and when we come back from a mission, we are always so tired and stressed from it all, nobody can think straight."
"You really need to try. The kids miss you so much, Jim loves hearing from you and..." Christy paused and fought to hold back her tears. "And ... um ... I worry about you day and night baby," she said and her tears won the battle. They ran from her eyes and down her pretty face, dripping on Christy's flimsy blouse and she was dying to hug him again.
Frank hated seeing her cry and he held Christy's hands tighter, wishing that it was the body he missed. "Come on, you know I can't stand to see you cry," he said and Frank lightly kissed her hands. "When I sign back up next month, I'll write every day. I got a new laptop computer and I can email everybody. Plus, I have so many cool pictures and video's I can send." Frank added with a smile and he hoped Christy would stop crying.
.... There is more of this story ...