Wings of Honor
Wings of Honor
Her skin was rather pale, more so than he thought normal considering the warm weather, but it was still pleasing to the touch. He ran his fingers gently over that skin, along her side, as she reached up to playfully run her fingers through his uncombed, red hair. He let his hands roam to her small, but firm breasts, and was surprised to discover that her heart was beating much faster. She closed her eyes and her breath became shorter and quicker as he kissed her nipples and softly kneaded her breasts.
"So, I seem to be having an effect on you?" he said, slightly amused.
She answered with a low moan and pulled him down on top of her, wrapping her legs around his waist. As he began to slowly gyrate his hips, her moaning became more intense. She wrapped her arms around his back, pressing his chest against hers, and dug her fingernails into his skin. His breathing soon matched hers as she pulled him closer still, almost as if trying to pull him through her. He was now undulating his hips rapidly, with her body responding in perfect rhythm with each thrusting stroke. Finally, she let out a soft gasp and then rolled him over onto his back while remaining astride his hips. She kissed him tenderly, then looked into his green eyes.
"Yes," she said breathlessly, "quite an effect."
"A first, I believe."
"No, no. Last time too, but I was able to hide it."
He looked up at the petite body that rested so lightly on his waist, and let his hands glide over her tight stomach and bony hips. Not much makeup this week, he thought, as he looked at the alluring face that was surrounded by short, blond locks. Looks even younger without makeup. Nineteen or twenty. He gently rolled her onto her side and got up off the bed. He looked at his watch, then put his clothes on quickly. She lay back on the bed and watched him as he buttoned his shirt.
"Not getting dressed?" he asked.
"Think I'll rest a bit. Don't have ta get ta work 'til later. Until night."
"Saying I wore you down?"
He laughed slightly, then slipped into a dark suit jacket. Lover? She hadn't used that one before. Could be a problem. He pulled his wallet out and placed three twenties on the nightstand. She looked at the money, then coyly looked up to his unemotional green eyes.
"Free, Paul, if you promise to take me to dinner some time."
Smiling, he bent down and kissed her forehead, then placed a ten-dollar bill with the other money.
"See you next week. Same time."
Opening the door, he turned for one last look at that seductive, compact body. She gave him a pouting expression, but he just winked and walked out.
It'll be a tough ride back, he thought as he walked to his car, but then, it was always hard to go back to work after seeing her. There was a soft rumble and a shrill whistle coming from the west, and he looked up to see that about a mile away an F-4 Phantom was making its approach to the Raleigh-Durham Airport. The camouflaged jet was still 2,000 feet up he judged, but with those powerful engines it could be heard for miles. He smiled as the fighter continued its descent, but soon lost sight of it because of the trees behind the small motel. Jumping into his car, he fastened the shoulder harness and drove back to downtown Raleigh.
The office was in an apparent state of transition. Most of the furniture was pushed into a corner, the walls were bare except for a few naked picture hooks, and books were stacked below empty shelves. There were still unpacked boxes in his office also, and he was slowly pulling folders out of one of them when his secretary knocked on the door. After she peeked her head in the door and announced a visitor, he stood up and solemnly walk