Denson's Adventures

Once again I'd like to thank Threewives for his patience and support. He's had answers to all my questions along the way. And I'd also like to thank neuroparenthetical for his amazing wealth of knowledge and guidance. I could not have finished this chapter without both of them. Everyone in this story is over the age of 18.

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

A shower and coffee were all Denson Bradmore needed to begin his day, but the half-dressed woman in his bathroom needed more time. They were heading to the fort, and Kari Wolfe didn't want to look as young as she was. He was old enough to be her father. Kari wasn't exactly sure why he was nervous about their field trip to the Post Exchange, but she had her suspicions.

In reality, Denson was quietly questioning his sanity. After two wild nights together, he was about to start playing house with an eighteen-year-old. A lot had happened between those nights, but that didn't change either simple fact: that it had only been two days, or that she was only eighteen. She still had high school and a job in Benson to keep her occupied, plus parents that Denson had already gathered would not approve.

Denson had always thought about life in the long term. From Private to Sergeant First Class, every duty station, every deployment and every duty during and within had led to who he was that very day. His personal relationships and military life had forced him to think about his life outside of the Army. The dangers he'd faced had convinced him to accelerate his private life further than had proven prudent. Denson had married at an early age to a good woman, but at the wrong time in both of their lives. His second marriage had been a bad choice of partners when he'd finally felt the time had been right.

There was every reason for him to believe that Kari was Mistake Number Three waiting to happen - unique, but no less doomed for it. She intended to go to college, and he didn't think Sierra Vista was any kind of scholastic hub. He was rightly worried that her two choices would be to break it off with him after having committed enough to make it truly painful, or to ruin her bright future by becoming a "Camp Follower" like the rest of the Army spouses.

Denson also knew she was looking at his body that morning. He could tell she was fighting the urge to ask about the scars. The stories they told were the ones that had made him who he was. He knew he'd never be able to tell them to her properly. Collectively, they explained why he wanted to settle down with someone who'd be his home, bear his children, and raise his namesake, but Kari was not ready for the explanation.

Still, every time he looked at her, those doubts got slippery. Her freckled face, sandy blonde hair that somehow always smelled like rain, and bright green eyes pulled him in despite himself. She made him smile, and their lovemaking was a perfect blend of hunger and desperation.

Denson grabbed his keys and headed for the door; Kari followed close behind. She wore blue jeans, a tight retro Van Halen tour shirt, and flip-flops that showed off her red-painted toenails. Her hair was tied back with a scrunchie, something Denson had always had a weakness for. A long time ago, he'd known a girl who'd worn one as a bracelet until she'd needed to keep her hair from her face. Sometimes that need had been intimately related to taking him in her mouth. The memory of her scrunchie was embedded in his mind deeper than he cared to admit. Seeing one on Kari just then stirred a familiarity that he felt in his loins.

The drive onto post began with accepted quiet. Both were replaying the previous night, and Kari was particularly focused on the conversation she'd had with Denson's sister, Lisa. Denson still didn't know that Kari had answered his phone while he'd left the room, and Kari still didn't know what had possessed her to do such a thing. Still, the detail that she kept coming back to was that Lisa had seemed excited and happy that she'd spent the night with her brother. While it gave her hope, it also made her very curious to know more of the story.

Kari had met Denson when he'd entered the diner/motel she worked at as a barmaid. She'd been attracted to him immediately. Denson had been reading his terrible tourist map and needed directions to Fort Huachuca. All the while, he had been arguing with his wife over the phone. Kari had stood no more than five feet from the restaurant table when she overheard his demand for a divorce. What Kari had eventually learned about his wife, Tracey, had shocked her. Tracey was nothing like Kari, and from what the eighteen-year-old waitress had seen and heard, Denson was nothing like Tracey, either.

Kari finally broke the silence in the truck. "Why don't you have any furniture?"

Denson glanced at her briefly and then sighed. "At the risk of having my clothes and military records burned by Tracey, I have decided to give her everything else."

Kari turned slightly in her seat. "Your place is not a home. It's a knockoff of a Motel 6."

He let out a short breath. "It's got everything I need, and that's all I wanted."

"That's the problem," she shot back. "You only have what you need--not what makes it a home."

He didn't answer, and by the time they reached the PX, he'd already braced himself for the aggressive nesting ritual to come. The place wasn't busy, but it wasn't empty either--just the usual mix of soldiers and families moving through the aisles. Denson tried to walk past the carts, but Kari stopped him immediately, looping her arm through his.

"Oh no. You're not getting out of this."

"Out of what?"

"This." She nodded toward the store. "You're going to spend money on Casa Del Denson, and that requires a cart."

He huffed a quiet laugh. "Your Spanish is terrible and my 'casa' is better than a barracks."

"That's debatable."

"... It works."

She didn't argue further, just gave him a look and steered him toward the furniture section. He pushed back at first, offering half-hearted resistance as she moved through the aisles:

"I don't need that."

"That's unnecessary."

"I'm not hosting a dinner party."

Kari ignored him, staying close with her arm hooked through his, occasionally sliding her hand into his as if to keep him anchored. "Silverware," she said at one point, dropping a full set into the cart. "Multiple forks. You're welcome."

"I have a fork."

"You haveafork," she emphasized. "That's a problem."

The cart filled faster than he'd expected--towels, bathmats, kitchenware, even a framed Ansel Adams photograph for the living room. When she stopped at a small dining table with chairs, plural, Denson finally hesitated.

"Kari..."

She turned to him, her tone softer than it had been. "No more eating on a foot stool."

"I won't use it."

"Yes, you will." She tightened her grip on his arm. "It will be the one thing you need everywhere you go. You can carve your initials in it and everything. It will be your anchor. A good person has a table in their home...and more than one chair."

The soldier accepted his orders and didn't argue anymore. Instead, he found himself watching her--catching the small smile she tried to hide as she added more items to the cart. He couldn't tell if she was just enjoying spending his money or if she was attempting to tame him with household goods.

Eventually, he drifted back toward the bed and bath section. He knew Kari would be staying at least one more night. Despite all his many reservations, a part of him hoped it would be more than that. When he returned, he added a pillow and soft slippers without fanfare. Kari smiled inwardly.

"Tile gets cold," Denson blurted out by way of explanation.

"And the pillow?"

He didn't meet her eyes. "Didn't want you using balled up blankets again."

By the time they checked out, something unfamiliar had settled in his chest--exactly what Kari had been lecturing him about, in fact.

Outside, the self-satisfied young woman nudged him lightly. "See? Was that painful?"

He glanced down at her, shaking his head. "You're a problem."

She grinned. "Yeah."

They loaded the table, chairs, bedding, kitchenware, and even a new sofa into his truck.

Back at the townhouse, they carried it all inside before collapsing onto that very same sofa. Kari stretched out, laying her head on his leg without hesitation. While her eyes were closed, he scanned the young beauty. Her breasts were stuck to the fabric of her shirt with perspiration, and her nipples were engorged from the cold seeping into her body from the wetness. It was having a rather predictable effect on him.

Kari was still half awake when she noticed Denson fidgeting. With her eyes closed, she listened to the noises being made and knew he had unbuckled his pants and pulled his cock through his boxer shorts. After a short pause, Kari began to hear, and even feel, the vibrations from Denson stroking his member just inches from her head. She could tell it was growing directly behind her, and she slowly became desperate to be included,

Unsure of how much Denson wanted her to be involved, however, she began to slowly shift her head closer to his groin with the goal of rolling herself to face his thick cock. With every subtle movement she made, she could tell his breathing was more labored with excitement. It wasn't difficult for her to make the connection.

With her eyes open just the smallest amount, she watched in fascination as Denson slid his hand along his staff and then over the top of the head of his cock. He was taking his time and enjoying the feeling of the foreplay. It was obvious to Kari he wanted to cum, and that he would shower her face and hair with his essence if she did not budge, but she was a willing participant and wanted to help him.

Taking extreme care to not be poked in the eye, she leaned forward and took just the tip of his cock into her mouth while he began to only pump his shaft. Kari began to move back and forth from licking the tip to rubbing her face and lips across his cock, which was already dripping with pre-cum. Her cheeks were smeared with it in short order, and she was ready to swallow whatever he was willing to provide her.

After a few minutes, Denson was panting heavily and obviously ready to release himself. She began to moan, hoping to impress upon him how excited she was to receive his gift. Then, without any further warning, her lover stopped grunting and shot a wave of hot, sticky fluid into her waiting mouth.

Kari did not move as Denson's cock convulsed. Without sitting up or even speaking, she slid down his leg to her original position and swallowed his cum with a loud gulp. Denson was exhausted and ready for his nap. With his pants still down, but his cock tucked back into his boxers, the two of them fell asleep.

Several hours later, both Denson and Kari woke up, groggy and very hungry. Neither of the tired lovers wanted to cook and agreed on pizza for dinner. They ordered Jalapeño and bacon pizza from Domino's, which was the only delivery pizza in the area. While they waited, Kari ran upstairs for a quick shower.

Denson was happy to know Kari's idea of a quick shower was only fifteen minutes. She glided down the stairs wearing his grey Physical Training shorts and a brown military undershirt with no bra underneath. If he had had to guess, he'd have said that she was not wearing any panties either. The clothes were baggy, but the outfit was the sexiest thing he could ever imagine. High school kids have lettermen jackets for their girlfriends to wear; businessmen have collared shirts to share; soldiers have PT's and brown T-shirts for their women after sex.

Kari was insistent that they use his new dinner table and set out two plates and even two forks and napkins. When the pizza finally arrived, Kari made sure to place the pizza in the kitchen and serve it onto the plates as if it were a homecooked meal.

As Kari was focused intently on the perfect dinner arrangement, Denson eyed her perfect figure. He could only think of how smooth and soft her legs had been to the touch while he'd exploded inside her the previous night. Denson was instantly hard again and wanted his teenage fantasy more than ever. Kari could sense him watching her with a hunger of some sort, but without any other clues to go on, she shrugged it off and approached the table with their pizza slices.

As she placed the pizza near Denson on the table, he pulled her towards himself and began kissing her passionately. After the initial kiss, he lifted her by the hips onto his new dinner table. Denson decided that the very first meal he ate upon it would be her.

He began by lifting the brown T-shirt over Kari's head to reveal her naked breasts with freckles in between. He immediately leaned forward to gently rake his teeth around Kari's stiff nipples, which caused her to inhale sharply. Denson took his mouth away from Kari's breasts and kissed her torso just below them. His tasty meal made a whining sound, anticipating what might come next. Denson made his way down, leaving wet kisses everywhere he saw a freckle or mole. Kari was practically panting with hope that her man would touch her in a way no man had before. Denson tugged on the waistband of her borrowed shorts and lifted her ass off the table to pull them down her legs.

He guided Kari down to the table itself while he took his seat at the head of table. Then, using her hips and legs, he pulled her along the table till her already wet, shaved pussy was directly in front of his face. They both knew what was going to happen; Denson was nothing but eager and excited. Kari's lust, however, was tempered by virginal nervousness and insecurity. Denson brought his nose directly to her opening and smelled the aroma of fresh soap from the recent shower mixed with her excitement. Both the heady aroma and the view made him crave her all the more. He eventually allowed his tongue to reach for Kari's labia, brushing against the outer walls of her pussy. Kari exhaled loudly, not even realizing she'd been holding her breath.

"Uh, I...Oh...Please..." Kari attempted to speak in sentences, but she couldn't handle the sensation of Denson lapping at her pussy. She wanted him to bury his tongue inside her and attack her clit with everything he had, never mind that doing both at the same time with just his tongue would have been impossible. Instead, he was avoiding her most sensitive part to make the experience last longer. He knew she was overwhelmed. As good as that made him feel, he wanted to ease her back down so she'd fully appreciate getting brought all the way back up again.

Denson continued teasing Kari, who had draped her at the knees over his shoulders. His hands wandered along the outsides of her thighs, trailing upwards along the outside of her buttocks, up her stomach, and finally returning to her breasts. He began to tease Kari's nipples as his tongue made laps around her cunt, but he still refused to touch her where she desperately wanted.

Kari could not form words; most of her sounds were guttural. Her body was moving with small twitches of excitement as Denson focused his tongue on her, unsure how she could have lived without knowing the indescribable pleasure coursing through her body. Her hands went to the back of his head to show appreciation, but she nevertheless allowed Denson to make all the decisions in her new world.

Finally, he made the one she'd been hoping for. He attacked her clit and went to work.

"Ahhhh!....Uhhhnnn..." Kari screamed and then moaned immediately afterwards. Denson's tongue encountered her clit, and he squeezed her nipples immediately thereafter, sending lightning bolts of pleasure through her body.

Kari's cries grew louder as Denson sped up the pace of his tongue. She could feel her release roaring to the forefront and knew it would be the single greatest moment of her sexual life. The man who had already rocked her world was about to launch her into the heavens.

Denson's tongue and jaw were tiring from the fierce attack of her body but doubled his efforts when he both heard and felt Kari's voice change.

Kari's legs rose from Denson's shoulders; they were spreading themselves as widely as possible with barely any conscious input from the girl herself. Her body was giving Denson every inch of access it could manage. Denson knew it was coming but was still not ready for the explosion of joy which ripped through her body. Kari slammed her legs together, pinning Denson's head to her pussy. He almost drowned--though he'd have died a happy man--as she flooded his throat and nostrils with her juices. Even with his head buried between her legs, he heard her screams of ecstasy quite clearly. When Kari finally came down from her orgasm, she unwrapped her legs from around Denson's head and allowed him to breathe again.

Denson leaned back in his chair as Kari slid away from the edge so she could lay entirely on the tabletop. His young lover panted for several minutes while laying on the table. She was the finished meal and Denson was the satisfied guest. His mouth and chin were covered in her love. At that moment, Kari could only think of herself. She'd just had an out-of-body experience and she needed a moment to understand the significance and how to reciprocate.

After washing his face in the kitchen sink, Denson helped Kari off the tabletop and into one of the new chairs to share their pizza. She was quite hungry, yes, but she also knew that she needed to gather her strength for her man.

During their dinner, Kari spoke of her goals of being a veterinarian; Denson roughly reciprocated with his eventual retirement "things-to-do" list. Kari would ask Denson about his career, and in perfect"Denson Speak,"he would say as few words as possible to describe a large period of his life.

"I had a lot happen when I deployed."

Eventually they moved their talk back to the sofa. Kari took the lead, and Denson took the opportunity to appreciate the half-naked woman in his living room. Kari was wearing his brown t-shirtsansshorts, and he was sure it was on purpose.

Denson tried to keep his focus on her eyes, but it kept bouncing down to her unprotected cunt. He wanted to be inside her more than listen. He felt guilty, but she was too beautiful, and Denson was too sex-crazed to stop looking.

Kari was still feeling the effects of having a man eat her pussy for the first time. It was spiritual to her, and something she knew she would never forget. She saw Denson still had lust in his eyes, and knew that she would give him anything he asked for.

To that point, Kari moved closer to him and asked, "If you could do anything right now, what would it be?"

Surprised by the sudden change of topics, he responded with a half-hearted proper statement of cuddling and enjoying the evening with her.

Kari decided to push it a step further by turning her body on the sofa, facing away from him and towards the window, ass jutted out, pussy fully bared to him from behind.

She looked back at him, and gave him a devilish grin, and repeated herself. "Denson, if you could do anything right now, what would it be?"

In response, Denson leaned forward and kissed her luscious ass before standing up to land more of his sweet kisses up her back and then guide her chest towards the back of the sofa. Kari placed her hands on the curtains to support herself until Denson pulled them open and moved her hands to the windowpane itself. She looked out the front window and saw the empty courtyard.

Denson asked her not to move and walked towards the kitchen without waiting for a response. Kari wanted to watch what Denson was doing, but couldn't stop herself from looking out the window. Her shirt was covering her breasts, but she knew it would be obvious to anyone who saw her what the two of them were about to get up to. She heard the kitchen cabinets opening, which they had filled with groceries not so long ago. When Denson found what he was looking for, he walked back in silence.