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know what to do or say.
It felt good but the fear of what would happen next soon shook me up.
    “I didn’t see a thing.” One of the
ladies who spent their evenings in the diner spoke out as she stood from her
stool.
“Me either.” Miss Cathy was next.
“Me either!” And another one.
    One after one all the women I’d made
friends with over these last few months started claiming that nothing had
happened and that she’d simply spilt the milkshake on herself and that’s the
story they were going to stick with no matter what. I’d never felt so loved in
such an odd situation.
    The best part about it all was that John
told me he was mine… However he did have to leave for a few months but he
promised me he’d be back for me as soon as he could.
    June 1 st 1982
    It feels like forever since I’d seen
John.

Not much has changed apart from now we send four letter s a week to one
another. I miss him so much, I wish I’d let the man sweep me off my feet when
I’d had the chance. All the guilty pleasures in the world don’t make up for
what I missed. I swore if I ever saw him again then I wouldn’t wait. I’d take
him by the hand and lead him right up to my bed.
    And so I did…

Yesterday John came crashing in through the door of the diner. He’d finished
for the year. I was so happy and Miss Cathy gave me the entire day off right
there on the spot. Everything was feeling so magical and wonderful that I
couldn’t control myself. I took John by the hand and led him right to my bed.
Lying down on the soft, warm sheets he stripped from his uniform and wasted no
time in moving his white, hot flesh over my dark skin. Undoing the buttons on
my yellow and red uniform and grasping at my large, dark breasts as they popped
out of the opened collar.
    “May I?” A gentleman in every situation.

“You may.” 

John’s lips wrapped around my plump, pink nipple as his tongue sent riveting
pulses throughout my body. Watching as his milk-like hands grasped at my soft,
dark flesh made me full of lust and passion. I wanted him to ravish me on my
bed and never stop. Not until I was breathless and numb.
    His tongue circled around my erect
nipple and his mouth latched on so he could suck it. I cried over and over for
more and John delivered as best as he could. His large hands slowly working
their way down my body and gently caressing my undergarments as his eyes looked
at my own and I nodded in agreement with his thoughts. He looked like a boy at
Christmas the moment I moved my head up and down, reaching in for his present
and slowly unwrapping every last bit of fabric that stood in his way. I was
left exposed for my lover to take.
    John’s warm, long fingers slowly dipped
themselves into me. My dark, moist flesh devoured them up as I cried out for
more. I was no lady when it came to the bedroom and John knew that right away.
I ordered my marine to give me more and he obeyed the command, another finger
found its way inside of me and suddenly that jolt of pleasure that ripples
throughout your body, that airlessness that you feel in your throat and all those
other wonderful sensations befell me.
    He moved them in and out, in and out. It
was a simple enough process but John was doing it amazingly well. Every time he
dipped into my chocolate-skin I felt this little pulse of passion shift through
my loins. My inner thighs were heating up as my mouth tied itself to John’s. I
wanted to taste those soft lips as he pleased my lower body and made me cry out
over and over for more. I could feel myself trembling for the man as he pleased
me, I could feel all my senses merge into this one being – It was like I was
nothing but that moment, nothing but joy and ecstasy and lust all rolled into a
ball. I didn’t want it to end.
    Just as I felt my body beginning to
burst out John swiftly pulled away and looked at me with his devilishly
handsome grin.
“Saviour the moment.”

His lips began to travel down my black-skin, his pink tongue