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Dayton Airshow

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Yes, it's a true story.Dayton Ohio, summer 1991I was in the Air Force at the time, and had returned fairly recently from Desert Storm. It was my "reward trip" as a "good deal" shortly before I transferred from the Ops squadron to being a full-time teacher in "the schoolhouse". The Dayton Airshow was well known for being a fun time, with free food and booze, and lots of free time.From arrival at the airport, we got the best: a couple of golf carts full of pretty girls in skimpy outfits and coolers of beer met us at the aircraft when we landed. Any Military personnel at that time were being greeted as heroes, and we got the full welcome of the Heartland. I spent a good hour out on the wing of the aircraft with my Aircraft Commander and a couple of buddies drinking free cold beer and watching the other jets and assorted aircraft landing in the twilight. We got fed that first night, and filled full of beer and camaraderie between flyers before being transported to our rooms at Wright-Patterson AFB -- even the lowly enlisted guys got single rooms with kitchenette and fridge. Nice lodgings for us, even by aircrew standards.Second day of the trip, and first day of the airshow, was spent herding civilians though the jet, answering questions and signing more autographs than a movie star. The girls were pretty and skimpily dressed, the men were polite and in hero-worship mode, and the kids were sweet. It was a good day, but by the early afternoon, I was getting tired, and went out searching for a source of food from my free voucher. What I found was even better: the VIP area! They had somehow missed telling us about this, but there was an area right next to the flightline for show participants, and we qualified. After a cold beer served by an exceptionally pretty young girl in very little beyond tight white T-shirt and shorts (damn her nipples were proud!) I went swiftly back to the jet to share my discovery with the rest of the crew.Since my shift was done, I spent the afternoon in the VIP area with my Pilot (a hell of a good man who at another time got me 3 days in Bermuda courtesy of the Military, but that's another tale) and rotating members of the crew sitting in the best seats in the house, watching aircraft of all sorts do acrobatics and putting on a show, drinking cold beers and eating free burgers and dogs -- all served by pretty young girls in skimpy clothes. Not bad!After the main event of the Thunderbirds, the show was closing down. But there was a big party for the participants in a hotel located right by the airfield. We staggered about and buttoned up the aircraft (we had all had at least a few beers in us) and climbed on the shuttle to the party.Free beer means a lot to a crewdog, and we took advantage of it. We mingled with the other aviators, ate free gub, and talked shop. But I got a bit bored with the shoptalk and wandered off to see what I could see. What I found out was that there was a bar downstairs that seemed pretty happening. After returning to the free party to fill the pockets of my fight suit with free beer, and inform at least a few of my comrades of the better female to male ratio downstairs, I returned to the bar with my pockets clinking. My student, Chuck, was with me as wingman. The bouncer let us in free, since we were still in our 'bags' (flight suits). There was an outdoor patio with music pumping, and Chuck and I stood about and sipped our illicit beers while the party swirled around us.Out of nowhere, a couple of girls appeared on the horizon wearing full on prom-dress type fluffy and sexy dresses. Lots of lace and cleavage, with legs showing up to there...Apparently they had been to some event that required dress-up, and had come here to check out the hot party scene. Chuck and I spent some time chatting with them (they had singled us out, though we were not the only flight suits in attendance), and were getting along fairly well.Then I got a tap on my shoulder.I turned around, half expecting to be cornered by a cop or my Crew Commander, but it turned out to be a blonde in jeans and a T-shirt. This young hottie grabbed my head and pulled my ear to her mouth to tell me above the beat of the music "Those chicks are bitches and teases".Chuck, bless his heart, kept the prom chicks in conversation while I moved aside with the new girl and her friend, a cute brunette. She was saying something about going to school with the other two, and that they weren't worth our time, but I don't remember exactly what she said, as I was staring at her tits.It was getting late, and we were all pretty drunk, but we talked a bit about little nothings. She asked about the war and what I did in it, and I tried to make quick but cool statements. The air was heating up. I asked her what she did, and she looked me in the eye and said (and I'll never forget this one) "I work in a factory that makes trim for cars; do you like trim?"For reference, in some parts of the country, trim is slang for pussy. Ohio is one of those places apparently.I looked her right in her bright blue eyes and said, "Yes... yes I do like trim". And then gave her a wink.About 10 or 15 minutes later, I was in the backseat of her car heading to her place with her girlfriend. Memory gets a little blurry about how exactly that happened, but it went pretty fast. We were supposed to drop off the girlfriend at her place, but there was some issue about keys and significant others, and she wound up staying with us.We finally got to her place out in God only knows where country Ohio. Girlfriend went straight to the couch and crashed. It was a small country place, in the middle of nowhere, and the bedroom was almost attached to the living room. Fairly typical farmhouse; I doubt if it was much bigger than my room at billeting on base.But she took me to her bed and we stripped and got in. She sort of cuddled with me, and seemed about to go to sleep, but I was a bit insistent, caressing her hips and breasts. After all, I came all this way, and I expected a reward. She broke her daze and grabbed my head and kissed me full on, swirling her tongue around in my mouth. We were both awake and randy now, and it turned into a make out sessionWe were naked and kissing and rubbing and feeling and my cock was thrusting against her leg. I twirled her nipples in my fingertips and caressed her full firm breasts, and she ran her nails down my back.I broke from her kisses and moved down to her tummy, sliding my tongue across the crevice of her belly button and moving toward the V of her legs. Beginning with slow, gentle motions, I sucked her lips into my mouth and moved my tongue up and down her slit. She was moaning and bucking under my ministrations, and I reached up to play with those firm young breasts. Her juices were running freely and I was lapping them up like a man dying of thirst.As I nuzzled her button, she was twisting beneath me, finally crying, "Oh damn it fuck me!"So I didWe shifted positions and she grabbed my cock, guiding me into her wet and willing pussy. We ground together for a bit, both of us grunting and groaning in pleasure, seeking that glorious resistance. We kissed and I moved my head to take her nipples one after the other into my mouth, which seemed to excite her more.The she stiffened and seemed to shrug me off. I was confused, but she looked at me in the dim light and said, "Take me from behind".Yes ma'am!So we shifted again, her on all fours, so to speak, and me positioning myself to ram into her pussy from behind.Then she turned her head and looked me in the eyes and "You can't come in me, but you can come on my tits"A little flurry went through my mind as I calculated how likely I was to get from doggie style to tits before I came, and I came up with a better solution. I had a condom! Much as coming on her tits was a beautiful idea, I opted for the condom.After a brief interlude while I found and applied the condom, we were back at it, with me thrusting into her while she grabbed the sheets in her fists and moaned about loving my hard cock driving into her. It was a great turn-on, especially since girlfriend was just a few feet away.We fucked for a good while, my longevity being increased by the condom encasing my shaft, but her warm and willing pussy was gripping me in a very intense way. I was playing with her tits as they swung underneath her and each time I pinched a nipple her ass would twitch in response and the muscles in her pussy would grip my hard cock even tighter for a second.But as I tweaked her nipples even harder she began to moan louder and her cunt got warmer and more slippery and I was on the edge. She was coming, and I was coming. No doubt about it, we came together in a great thrashing motion that threatened to upset the bed. She was thrusting her ass against me and I was pulling her hips towards my cock.And girlfriend snoozed not more than a few feet away.We fell asleep in each other's arms, with my cock still rubbing against her cute little belly.We awoke far too late the next morning, and I grabbed my clothes and she drove me back to the airfield where I arrived at the aircraft several hours late for my shift at playing host to the civilians. Thankfully, Chuck had anticipated this, and covered for me. I arrived at the aircraft to find prom girl seated in his lap at the radar console, and he smiled at me. I know I smelled of sweat and pussy, and my flight suit and all else were over a day old and probably reeked of beer, and I had a hangover the size of Texas, but all was good.I let Chuck go with prom girl, accepted a beer from my Pilot, and proceeded to spend the afternoon playing host to hordes of admiring civilians.Not a bad trip.___________________[sig]any man who claims he does not masturbate is a liar-JM[/sig]