It had been a long and uneventful flight to Haifa last week. I was representing a medical supply company and was there to demonstrate some new operating room devices. It was dusk as I rode in the taxi to the hotel and as we drove through the city's streets I noticed that most people were rushing to get the errands done. There were no children making happy noises and kicking soccer balls as on my last visit six months ago.
I checked into the hotel and took a room facing the sea. Haifa is a beautiful city with sandy beaches that were now empty of tourists. There were no sailboats on the water.
Israel was at war. I mused over the fact that the room clerk had told
me I had a choice of rooms as few people wanted to sleep on the seaside
of the hotel. That's the direction the missiles from Lebanon and
Hezbollah were coming from. But it was quiet now and I had no worries
about being bombed.
I showered and shaved, put on a blue, oxford cloth button
down shirt and a pair of well creased khakis. Brown leather loafers for
my feet and a navy blue blazer. No tie, it was still rather warm. I
locked the room and proceeded down to the bar.
It was a long, polished mahogany bar with red velvet cushioned stools
and a shiny brass rail for your feet. I ordered a Dewar's and water for
a starter and at the same time a double Bushmill`s Black. The scotch to
quench my thirst and the Irish for relaxed sipping. There were only a
few people in the room and the bar itself was virtually empty. Soft
American standards were playing as background and the only other sounds
were muffled conversations.
I had just begun to sip when out of the corner of my eye I saw lithe,
female form walking toward the bar. She gracefully took a seat a few
down from mine and rested her head in her hands, letting out a sigh as
if she had had a hard day. There was something familiar about her, I
knew her from somewhere. Not from Haifa, I only knew people I worked
with there. I couldn't help but stare. Who was she? She must have felt
my gaze, turning her head slowly, she looked at me and a tiny smile
crossed her lips. Bingo!!!! I recognized her. Amy Kellog, the
correspondent from Fox News, in Haifa covering the war. I had seen her
on the news just the night before, standing bravely as cannon shells
and missiles flew over her head.
She had always been a favorite of mine, a soft beauty that radiated
tenderness and understanding and knowledge of what she reported. She
always spoke in subdued, almost sensual, tones as she delivered her
segments. And now here she was, just a few feet away, the woman I had
fantasized over. I felt my body react to her presence, that familiar
stirring in the stomach and groin. My heart started beating faster. For
once I was in a total dither. I hesitated for a minute, made my
decision, and started toward her.
She looked up, unafraid, confident, her beautiful eyes staring directly
into mine. "I don't mean to sound corny, but I have to tell you. You
are my favorite newswoman, bar none," I managed to get out. I'd never
been starstruck, but somehow this Amy Kellog was different. So
feminine, so virginal looking. She took my breath away. She smiled
again, in a shy way, thanked me and our conversation began. She was on
her day off and I was in town for one day on business. We warmed to
each other quickly and as she relaxed she told me how lonely it could
get doing her job. Not much time for friends or socializing. We had a
few more dinks and I asked her to show what was going on in the war
from her vantage point. I explained I had a room high up in the hotel
facing the sea. Seconds later we were in the elevator.
On the balcony a light breeze blew wisps of her soft, brown hair across
her eyes and with her hand she brushed away the straying strands, just
as I had seen her do so many times on the television screen. We were
standing close as she showed me where the missiles were coming from,
and I could feel the heat of her body. On an impulse, I put my arm
around her and, turning her head toward me, I kissed her on the lips.
It was magic. She didn't resist, but bowed her head and laid it on my
chest. "I haven't done that in so long," she whimpered. "One more?" Our
tongues touched.
As we kissed we savored each other and my erection was pressing against
her leg. She stepped back and started to undo the buttons of her silk,
flower print shirt. One button, slowly, then the next until she dropped
it to the floor. I had my shirt off in a flash. She began to unhook her
black, thin bra. "Wait," I said, "Let me kiss you first," and my lips
pressed against the black, satiny fabric searching for the treasure
inside. Her nipples hardened against my probing tongue. The material
was totally soaked as I unhooked her bra.
Breasts to die for stood erect before me and like a starved animal I
began to suckle them. Amy moaned and her hands went to my head, pulling
me even tighter against those Goddess like orbs. Her nipples were now
as hard as nails
and I nibbled at each, tasting the flavor of the woman I had adored for
so long.
She undid my belt and I let my khakis fall to the floor. Grasping my
hard penis she slowly stroked, making it even more like a steel rod.
Her pants were off and so were her tiny, laced panties and now I could
see the shaven pussy in the soft light, already glistening in
anticipation. I cupped her with my hand as I dove deeply into her
mouth. The moans were louder now as tongues dueled in passionate
exchange. I searched the roof of her mouth, her teeth, the insides of
her cheeks. I simply wanted to devour her. I massaged her tits with
their smooth surface and the little ridges at the nipples. I was being
consumed with the desire she was offering up to satisfy my growing
hunger. Bliss.
I laid her on the bed and without a second thought her legs spread wide
to show the Jewel of Haifa, Amy's wet, pouty, pink pissy. Not a hair to
be seen. I looked at her and she gave a warm smile and nodded her head.
My hands played with her folds, her lips and her hardening clit. I
couldn't hold back, I placed my lips onto the entrance of her beauty
and moved my tongue over every bit of her cunt. "Ohhhh," she moaned and
I took her clit between my lips and bit down gently. She bucked her
pelvis against my face, blurting bout, "Yes, Yes, Yes." Two fingers
went deep into her nest and searched until I found her spot. Her entire
body lifted from the bed, arching upwards in total surrender. My
fingers lunged in and out, faster and faster and her legs entrapped my
head, holding my hot mouth to her enflamed, sopping cunt.
She jerked again and again as I kept up the pressure on her clit. "Oh,
Oh, Oh, I'm cummmming," she yelled. "I'm cummming, Eat me, Suck me,
Finger me, Oh YESSSSS."
"I'm there," she bawled out and my face was covered in the sweetest
tasting love juices that have ever graced my palate. I sucked and
sucked, nurturing myself on her vital nectar, as if I were a parasite.
And the potion flowed like and endless stream. Euphoria.
Gradually she released my head from her wet thighs and I crawled up her
body. "My God, who are you?" she asked, not meaning it as a question,
but as a statement of satisfaction. "Just your lover," I said and again
started to fondle her perfect breasts. The nipples, still extended,
beckoned to me and my mouth covered them, sucked them, bit them and I
could taste the salt of her sweat. She squealed. Her hand traveled down
between us until she found my throbbing hard on. Her fingers just
brushed against it and I almost came. "I need you," she whispered.
"Now."
I spread her legs again, looking down at the beautiful swelling lips. I
had caused this gorgeous woman to reach this ethereal plateau.. Her
juices were still flowing, her pussy red from the sensuous agitation
minutes before. I kneeled before her. She stared into my eyes with a
gaze of love. I know it was only love for the moment, but it was love
and I was in another world. I took my hard cock and pressed it against
her, rubbing it up and down the moistened surface. Her moans began and
her pelvis opened wide, her pussy welcoming my pulsating member.
I slid into the wet cavern and she locked her kegs around my back. I
was all the way into her cream pot and my cock felt like it was going
to blow any minute. I forced myself to go slow and started a gentle
rocking, in and out, in and out. The head of my cock coming almost
completely out of her warm, moist slit and then gliding back into the
grasping sheath. "Nice," she murmured.
Her breathing was coming faster now and I was riding a new high.
Suddenly an eerie wail filled the air, "What the hell," I stammered.
"Air raid, don't stop." The low moan of the siren suddenly added a new
dimension to our locked bodies. The excitement of being in an air raid
and fucking the girl of my dreams overwhelmed me. I bent and kissed her
hard. Her tongue shot into my mouth and her arms went around my neck.
She was moving under me now, in perfect cadence with my thrusts. "It`s
so good," she moaned, "keep going, please don't ever stop."
We could hear the building down the street collapsing. " Now, Fuck Me
while they're bombing," and she pushed up hard against me, smacking my
hips against hers. "Oh God, I love it, more, more, fuck my cunt honey,"
she wailed louder that the siren. I started to jam into her as hard as
I could, feeling my orgasm starting to build. I slipped my hands under
her ass and felt those glorious globes. I wanted it to last forever,
but I was getting close. "Your cock, I love your Cock," Amy said and
pushed up again. "I'm there," she screamed, "Bomb me, Fuck me, Cum in
me. Yes, deep in me, Let me feel the hot cum."
I felt it starting from my balls and as it traveled into my cock and
outwardly into her. "You're beautiful," I screamed over the sounds of
war. My heart was beating so fast, my head in a daze as I filled her
pussy with my hot sperm. She kept moving under me and just as another
missile exploded she roared, "I'm cumming, fuck yes, I'm cumming." I
tried to stay hard, but nature took its toll and I slipped out of her,
feeling the liquid of passion binding our lovemaking. I stroked her
body as she regained her composure. "I needed that, really bad," she
said, "it was wonderful, you were wonderful." She bent down and licked
my softening cock. "Umm," she mewed. We feel asleep with the sirens
blaring. In the morning she was gone. But I, at least, have her on my
TV screen.
War is Hell. Amy is Peace.
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