Summary: PWP.  Sometimes people meet and just click.

She's too young for me.

But, damn, I haven't seen tits like hers outside of a strip club in ages!

She's smiling at me again.  And now she's walking toward me.  Gotta remember -- eyes above the neck.  Damn, and she's a pretty one, too.  A white bread, all-American girl.  Bet she grew up on a farm in the Midwest, was a cheerleader, and dated a linebacker on the high school football team.

Sweet Jesus, she smells nice.  And she brushed her tits right against my back as she passed me on her way to the head.

Maybe she's got a thing for older guys.  Hell, I'm almost forty, and she can't be twenty-five yet.  She's twenty-three at most.  What would I want with a young thing like that?  What I want are those tits.

I pay for my beer and take a good swig.  I've been out of the country for way too long.  I should be visiting my family -- I haven't seen them in more than two years -- but here I am in DC, again.  I should just get out of here, before she comes back.  I won't, though.  I came out here to get laid, and laid is what I'm gonna get.  But not some little girl.  I want a woman.

I met a few in Paraguay, but there was no way I was sleeping with any of them.  Condoms weren't exactly plentiful down where I was, and I still have every intention of getting married and having babies.  When I find the right girl.  Um, woman.

I can't get her tits out of my brain.  And now I'm picturing her nursing a baby.  How perverted can I get?

Omigod, she's talking to me.  "Huh?"  Real articulate, man.

"You just look so familiar.  Have we met somewhere?"

She's trying to pick me up?  Oh hell, I've got condoms.  Maybe she just wants a fuck too.  "I think I'd remember," I tell her, then make a point of looking at those great breasts.  I want her to know where I'm going so she can either run or stay.  She leans into me and I start to wonder if she's really trying to give me a better tit shot, that is until her hand touches my face.

"My eyes are up here, mister."

Okay, she's not running.  Maybe all she wants is a little sweet talk.  I can do that.  "And what pretty eyes they are," I say softly.  Jesus, I'm getting hard already.  And I know she can tell.  If she runs in the next minute, I'll know she's just a tease.  "I don't think I could forget eyes like yours."  She smiles and leans into me farther.  I take the opportunity to put a hand on her waist.  Not too heavily, of course, but firmly enough to let her know I'm serious.  I can see a little fear in her eyes, but I also see a flash of hunger.  "What's your name?"

"Jennifer.  Jen."

Oh, she's hot.  "Nice to meet you, Jen.  I'm Victor."

"Would you like to join me and my friends?"

Uh-uh.  No way.  "Actually, I just came here for a few drinks."  Might as well let her know why I'm here.  But she hasn't moved away, and every time she gets bumped, she just presses that much harder into me.

She places one hand on my shoulder.  "Are you in a hurry?  Got somewhere to be?"

"Not until morning," I tell her.  Damn, but she feels *so* good.  I quickly rearrange my opinion of her -- she ain't no innocent. "Just going back to my hotel."  I lean in a little closer, my face just six inches from hers.  I don't want this girl to have any illusions.  "My lonely hotel."

- - -

Oh god, I don't remember ever feeling so wanton.  Victor is hot.  Way hot! I can't believe I'm about to agree to having sex with a guy I just met.  I take a deep breath before answering.  "Uh."  Okay, that was brilliant. "You want some company?" I ask quickly.

I can tell he's pleased, but he seems a bit taken aback.  God, I hope I don't blow this, 'cause I have the feeling I may never get an opportunity like this again.  "What do you want?" he asks me.

Oh baby, but he has a sexy voice.  What was that line from that poetry someone was telling me about again? "Carpe diem," I say almost shyly.

He's got a great laugh, too.  Like it runs right through him, and it definitely runs down to *my* toes; I think I'm wet already.  He pulls me closer.  "Oh yeah?" he almost whispers in my ear.

"Oh yeah," I practically breathe.

Oh god, he feels so hard as he presses himself into me -- all over hard, in the right places hard.  "Go say goodnight to your friends.  I'll be right behind you."

Jeanie and Heather think I'm nuts, until he walks up behind me and puts a hand on my back.  "Ladies," is all he says in greeting.  "Are you ready, Jen?"  I turn and practically melt with the smile he gives me.

One of them taps me on the back.  "You go girl!" I hear Jeanie whisper after me as he leads me away.

"You have a car?" he asks as we step out into the evening.

"No.  Heather drove me."

"Mine's over here."  He leads me to the parking lot and we weave through the cars until he stops me next to one.  He unlocks the door and opens it. I think I'm going to die with all this great treatment.  "Just a second," he says before I get in.  I look up and next thing I know his lips are on mine!  Just when I think my knees are going to buckle he breaks the kiss. I don't know how I do it, but I get into the car without tripping.  As soon as I'm in, he shuts the door and walks around to the other side.

I'm suddenly ashamed that I live in the barracks and wish like hell that I had the money for a place of my own.  I form a plan quickly -- what the hell, I figure.  "I have to go to work in the morning," I tell him when he starts the car.  "I, uh, don't suppose you can put me in a cab later?"

He seems startled for just a second, but he turns to me and smiles.  "No problem."

As we get on the road, it suddenly occurs to me that I'm not sure where he's going.  I haven't lived in the area long -- what if he's not really from out of town?  What if I've done something royally stupid?  "Where's your hotel?" I ask, trying to keep the nervousness out of my voice.

"North Arlington.  Not very far from here."  He turns down Glebe Road and I feel myself relax a little.  I'm pretty sure this is the way to north Arlington.  "Actually, it's in Clarendon, not far from Rosslyn."

"You sound like you know the area."

"I used to live out here."

I sense a note of sadness in his voice, and I feel bad about doubting him earlier.  "So, what brings you back into the area?" I ask, trying to make conversation.

"Job interview."  Just as I start to wonder if he's moving back into the area, he says, "The corporate headquarters is here.  If it works out, they'll probably send me overseas again."

Okay, now *I'm* feeling sad.  This guy is starting to look like a keeper, but if he spends all his time overseas I'll probably never see him again. I try to keep the conversation going -- I'm nervous enough as it is. "Europe?"

"It all depends," he shrugs.  "I was in southwest Asia for awhile, and I just finished up a job for them in South America."  He seems to hesitate before continuing.  "They've offered me a permanent position."

- - -

I don't know how much to say to Jen.  I mean, do I just tell her the CIA wants me?  Jeeze.  "How long have you been in the area?" I ask, trying to steer the conversation away from me.  I see Wilson Boulevard ahead and know that Fairfax Street, and my hotel, is just beyond.

"Just about a year, not quite, though."

I just try to keep her talking.  "And what do you do here?"

"I work in a law office."

"Oh yeah?  I know a few lawyers in the area."

"Oh, I doubt you'd know anyone where I work.  It's a very small office."

I pull into the hotel parking and just barely stifle my sigh of relief.  I contemplate giving her another "out" -- she's a nice kid, and I don't want her to have any regrets about this.  I slip into a space outside my room, then get out of the car and go around to the other side.  She's getting out on her own, and gives me another shot of those gorgeous breasts, and I think I'm gonna lose it; all thoughts of being nice leave my head as all my blood starts pooling south.  She closes the door and I step into her personal space, nearly trapping her body between me and the car.  I hear her sharp intake of breath and am instantly sorry.  "You okay?"

She looks up at me and smiles.  Damn, but she really does have pretty eyes.  She places her hands on my waist and leans up to kiss me.  "Yeah." It's hard for me to keep from crushing my mouth to hers, but I somehow manage.  It's been too damn long since I've been with a woman, and she feels *so* damn good!  "Oh yeah," she whispers as our lips part.

I take her hand and walk her to my room.  I unlock the door quickly, then turn on the light before motioning her to precede me.   I close the door and hit he deadbolt before coming up behind her.  I slide my hands around the front of her and nuzzle her neck.  "Sweet Jesus, Jen, you smell so good.  You feel so good.  You are driving me crazy."

I feel her stiffen, then soften in my arms.  I nibble on her neck and I swear I hear her whimper.  My cock is so hard I can feel it pushing into her backside.  "Um, Victor?  Uh, protection?"

"I've got condoms, baby," I mutter as I turn her around and crush her mouth to mine.  Her lips open immediately to mine and our tongues go after one another, mimicking the insanity we suddenly unleash as our hands desperately work to remove our clothes.  When I get her dress and bra off, I push her onto the bed and pull down her panties and stockings.  Now that I have her naked, I remove the last of my clothes.  "Get in the center of the bed, baby," I tell her.  I swear I just want to jump on top of her and fuck her senseless.  I reach into the small drawer of the bedside table and pull out a couple of condoms.  I use my teeth to tear into one, then quickly roll it over my cock.  I then position myself over her; she looks so damn good laying there that it's all I can do to lean down to kiss her. When she takes my cock in hand I practically moan into her mouth.

She guides me to her opening and I feel her tilt her hips just a little as my head pushes against her.  "Slow," she mumbles between kisses.  "It's been a long time."  I think she's too young to know what "long time" really means, but I take my time 'cause she's *really* tight.

- - -

He's so big he almost hurts, but he's being so gentle I'm not really scared.  Too many guys have hurt me because I'm so small, but Victor is easing in and withdrawing, letting me get used to him.  His tongue is so incredible; I've never known a guy who could kiss like him.  It's like the more he kisses me, the wetter I get.  It's not long before he's fully inside me and I'm pushing my hips up to meet his every thrust.  Soon he puts his hand between us and finds my clit; just as I'm seeing stars, he pulls his mouth from mine.  I hear these incredibly sexy grunts and I'm amazed that I can actually *feel* him coming inside me.

He collapses on the bed next to me, then pulls me on top of him so he can nuzzle my neck.  "Oh, god, Jen," he mutters.

"Been a long time for you, too, huh?" I say softly.

I *really* love Victor's laugh.  "Oh, baby, you don't know how long."

He rolls us both onto our sides and I take a moment to look at his sweat-covered face.  I brush aside a few matted hairs and ask, "You okay?"

He laughs again.  "Oh yeah," and he pulls me to him and kisses me.  I get the feeling this guy is *so* glad he met me.  "You bet.  Excellent, Jen. Just great."  He leans his forehead against mine.  "But I gotta get you outa here.  You have to go to work in the morning and I have that interview."

I reluctantly agree and we both get up and start searching for our clothes.  I find my bra and underwear okay, as well as my dress; I put them on and keep searching for my pantyhose.  In the meantime, Victor's already got on his jeans and shirt and is on the phone calling me a cab. I finally find my stockings, under a chair, as Victor hangs up.  "How soon will it be here?"

"It'll be about ten minutes or so.  I told them we'd be waiting at the lobby."  I nod and continue struggling with my pantyhose.  I gotta get something better, but I've tried those thigh-high deals and I just don't like them.  He sits down next to me and rubs my back.  "I have that interview in the morning, then I'm going to visit some old friends in the afternoon.  But, if you'd like, I'd love to buy you dinner tomorrow."

I'm kinda shocked.  I figured this as a one-nighter; after all, doesn't a guy buy dinner first, then have sex?  Why do it in reverse?  "Sure," I say, then I stand up and ungracefully pull my pantyhose up to my waist.  I *gotta* get something better than pantyhose!

Fortunately, Victor only looks amused at my plight.  He just reaches out and runs a finger down my thigh.  "Nice legs."

I know he's not serious -- I *know* my legs aren't anything that great. But I appreciate his gesture.  I smooth down my dress and then step between his legs.  His hands automatically go to my waist and I find I'm thrilled with the little things he does.  "So, when and where do you want to meet?"

"Actually, I thought I'd give you my cell phone number and you can call me sometime in the afternoon."  He grabs a piece of paper and writes down a number.  "If I forget to turn my phone back on after my interview, just leave a message and I'll call you back."

"And what if you forget to check your phone?"

God, but I love his smile.  "Don't worry.  I'm expecting an important phone call."  He stands and puts his arms around me.  "From you."  He kisses me and I think I'm going to melt.  His mouth moves to my ear.  "By the way, it's 'Carpe Noctum' -- 'seize the night,' and I'm very glad you did."

- - -

Somehow I manage to push Jen out of my mind throughout all the grueling interviews.  Clay told me they were going to be tough, but these guys are downright brutal.  I remind myself regularly that I'm a Marine, and by God they better know I'm good, but I still leave there wondering if I did okay.  Five minutes after I turn my phone back on, as I drive down the parkway toward I66, it rings.

I hit the hands-free.  "Galindez."

"Hey, Victor.  Good news!"

"You're kidding, Clay.  You mean they liked me?"

"You impressed the hell out of them!  Harrison Kershaw himself just called me.  You report to the Farm Sunday night.  Training begins Monday."

"That's great, Clay.  Just great!  By the way, how are you holding up?"

"They're releasing me soon, hopefully tomorrow, but maybe not until Saturday."

"That's great, man.  Hey, my exit's coming up.  Heading out to JAG.  Gotta go.  Shall I give them the good news?"

"About me, yes.  About you, no."

"Understood, sir."

I sever the connection and check the clock.  Only 1435 and HOV doesn't start until 1530, so I'm still clear to jump on I66.  I glance at the phone again briefly to see if I missed any calls.  I figure Jen won't call until sometime after 1500, which means she'll probably call while I'm at JAG.  For some reason, the thought of her interrupting me there pleases me to no end.

I know I shouldn't think about someone nearly half my age, but I can't help myself.  I just keep picturing her with a baby.  My baby.  Suckling at her breast.  I shake my head and concentrate on the road.  I turn on the radio to listen to some salsa music to clear my head, but that just seems to make it worse.  I decide to call Lieutenant Simms to let her know I'm on my way.

"Judge Advocate General's Office, Petty Officer Coates, may I help you Sir or Ma'am?"

"Yes, petty officer, may I speak to Lieutenant Simms?"

"Certainly, Sir.  May I tell her who's calling?"

"Yeah, Gunnery Sergeant Victor Galindez, US Marine Corps, retired!"

Rather than a brisk "hold on, sir" I hear almost dead silence on the other end.  "Victor?"

I hit the brakes and pull over.  "Jen?"

[the end?]