My Fighter Pilot

In 1984 I was 42. If I do say so myself, I looked pretty good. I had started to wear a bra a few years back to make sure nothing sagged, but I still wore thigh highs and no panties under my short skirts.
I worked for an aerospace firm at that time, and was sent to Hill Air Force Base to try and fix some problems. I liked going to Hill. It was in Salt Lake City, Utah and the scenery was beautiful. Also, it was a fighter plane base, and many of the fighter pilots were beautiful, too.
The best time to go to the Hill Officer’s Club was on Friday night. I had finished my work and probably should have gone home Friday, but after hearing all the stories of what happened at the “Club” I decided to leave on Saturday. Women from Salt Lake would come in all dolled up, hoping to grab a fighter pilot.
I was sitting at the bar, sipping a drink, watching the interaction between the young girls who were wearing too much makeup, and the fighter pilots. The pilots wore one piece, green suits, called flight suits, that had fancy patches and a big zipper that went from the crotch to the neck. The zipper worked from either direction.
As I nursed my drink, a pilot walked up to me and asked me to dance. By now I had been with a lot of men, but this guy took my breath away. He looked like a model. He asked if I wanted to dance. This was the era of disco and I loved to dance disco, but it takes a good lead male to do it right. I didn’t care if this man stepped all over my high heels, I just wanted to look at him.
The club’s Disk Jockey started the music, and I could see right away this guy knew how to dance. I was wearing a sweater, my bra, a skirt that was tastefully a bit above the knee, thigh highs, and three inch heels. He would bring me in close, and then twirl me. Yes, my skirt would go up if he did it right, much to the delight of all his buddies.
These guys flew the best planes we had, some had fought in Viet Nam. I was in awe. After the dance, my pilot introduced himself to me. His name was Ryan, and he and his fellow pilots were at Hill to fly with the Hill pilots. His unit was from somewhere in the midwest.
He took me over to his friend’s table. There were eight of them. I started to think of the possibilities, but thought against it. These guys had too much to lose. Ryan and I danced a couple of more times, when the DJ announced that they would have a dance contest. Ryan said, “Come on, Lila, let’s show them how to do it.” I thought it would be fun.
I said, “Who are the judges?” We looked around and saw it was three Hill Air Force Base fighter pilots. I told Ryan, “Those guys don’t know a thing about how to judge a dance contest. Get me spinning so my dress goes up and we’ll win. You know what I have under this dress.” He smiled and nodded. I then whispered, “If we win, I’m yours for the night.” He looked at me hard, and said, “We’ll win.” Actually I was going to fuck him win or lose. I wanted to see this stud’s cock going in and out of my mouth and pussy in the worst way.
The music started, Ryan did his part, and I made sure my dress went up. All the guys were cheering for us. His buddies were saying things like, “Spin her faster, Ryan” and “Twirl her over here, Man, we can’t see.” I was having a ball showing off for these guys. When they said we won, the place went nuts. I got a real nice diamond tennis bracelet. I was shocked how nice the prize was. Of course we had to dance one more time by ourselves, as a victory dance. I knew what they wanted, an unobstructed view of my pussy, and I didn’t disappoint.
I asked Ryan where his room was? It was too far to go to my hotel. He said, since they were visitors, they had put his group in with the enlisted men. All the officer’s rooms were taken. The enlisted rooms weren’t as nice I guess. The only thing I knew about officers and enlisted men was what I heard from my mechanic lovers. They didn’t have much nice to say about the officers. I didn’t care what the room looked like. I would have fucked him in a broom closet.
When we went into his building it looked like a college dorm. There was a room filled with young men watching TV. Everyone of them looked at me like I was meat on the hoof. I smiled at them as Ryan took me into his room across from the TV room.
He embraced me and gave me a wonderful kiss. I took his zipper at the top and pulled it all the way down. We quickly got out of our clothes and jumped on the bed. He had an incredible body.
His hands roamed my body gently. For the first time in many years I was trembling from sexual tension. My God this man excited me. He gently pushed me on my back, kissing my neck. I said, “I appreciate the foreplay, but I want you to eat me or screw me…now.” He went down and spread my legs like he was opening a treasure chest, his eyes wide and fixed on my pussy.
At the first touch of his tongue I moaned loudly. He was no amateur when it came to eating a woman out. After a few minutes I cried, “I’m going to cum, Ryan.” I guess all the dancing, and having him grind his pelvis and leg against me made me cum fast. Hell, to tell the truth, I rarely lasted long.
I recovered quickly and told him to lie down. I got between his legs and found a very nice eight inch dick that I couldn’t quite get my hand around. I could see our reflection in a mirror next to the bed. We looked damn good. I kissed the tip of his cock, he jerked like he’d been given an electric shock. I kept going down until my nose was buried in his hair. He said, “Oh, Lila!” I gave him a few more strokes and then climbed on top of him. I eased him all the way inside of me.
We paused for a minute while we enjoyed how our parts fit together, me pulsing my cunt muscles around him. I started moving up and down, slowly picking up the pace until my pussy exploded around him, loudly exclaiming my orgasm.
How he kept from cumming is beyond me, but after my breathing slowed he just had me roll over, his cock never leaving my twat, and got on top of me. I put my legs up, still wearing my thigh highs and heels, and looked at our reflection. I could see his muscles ripple as he drove into me, his tight ass clinching with every drive.
I said, “Do it Ryan, fuck me hard,” and oh buddy, did he. The cheap bed was a twin that was squeaking and banging against the wall, making a hell of a racket. He looked at me, closed his eyes, and came with the intensity of a sonic boom. He was a pilot after all. It felt so good. He looked so good. I just wanted to hold him, but I knew I had to get going.
We got up and dressed. He gave me a big kiss and said he’d walk me to my car. When he opened the door for me, I saw the TV room had a lot more guys than when we originally passed it. The TV was off and everyone was looking at me. They all started to clap and cheer as I went through the door. I didn’t think it was possible, but I blushed. The room’s walls were a bit thin, I guess. I smiled, said, “Goodnight, Boys,” and had Ryan lead me to my car. We never saw each other again, but I will always remember my fighter pilot.